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Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear 𐙚⋆.˚

[moonyslipstick]

🎀 neki ・ she/her ・tortured poet ・ cabin 3/17

dms open ・ requests open

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❝ currently into ❞

→ formula 1 the boys of tommen

→ the inheritance games percy jackson

→ the marauders romance novels & yearning

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what you’ll mostly find here:

↳ my writing

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[katieron]

[forkstabmepls]

Percy Jackson Recommendations

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two pink lines! @xoxochb

pregnancy reveal

A CANVAS FOR YOU @kikiwwizz

painting his back

The Only Thing I Remember @moonyslipstick

reunion after camp jupiter

percy x pregnant!reader hcs @fbfh

super fluffy

Credit to mariartesz_doodles, baaozhe, I’m not sure who did the bottom left, lislvspercy, and frostbite.studios, for the artwork.

[moonyslipstick]

awwh thank you so much!! <3

[wqlfstqr]

congrats with 1k my love! can i have one firefly keepsake? 🤍

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ℘resenting...

hi neki! thanks sm ily mwah 😽 so as I was looking for these, i think you give me huge romcom main character girlie, like liz buxbaum kinda so ofc i had to pull out my better than the movies board for this one hehe. I'm so happy to see you around again by the way!

[wqlfstqr]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀᭙elcome to

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ mari's 1k fairy celebration

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ hi! if you're here, let me tell you how grateful i am for your presence! I started this blog around a year ago, and it started just as a silly way to share my writing with my best friend (sofi if you're seeing this ily w my whole heart). I never truly imagined it would reach more people than her, but now, every time I post, I'm reminded of how grateful I have to be every day because I get to post what I love and you guys show me love in return?? i might cry. But yup to sum it all up, I really did never expect when starting this that someday I would be here with 1k followers. And it's all thanks to u.

during the year I've hit some lows, but I always come back here because this truly is my safe space and I'm always thrilled to share it with you all, because all of you are very lovely people. To my moots, I really hope you know I'm immensely and forever grateful to you for welcoming me every day, there's some days where just interactions with you make everything worth it. Love u all <3

without further ado, I welcome you to my fairy party ♡

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ꪻhe rules

𓍢🪷 pls don't send anon asks

𓍢🪷 send one prompt per ask to avoid confusion

𓍢🪷 you can send as many asks as you want, just be patient !

𓍢🪷 i won't answer any asks i might not feel comfortable with, nothing personal

𓍢🪷 this will be available until dec. 21

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᦓend an ask !!

࿐ whispering pines: give me a number between 1-31 and I'll show you what's in my drafts.

࿐ willow's lullababy: Based on your blog, I'll give you a song from my 'favorites' playlist that fits your vibe.

࿐ under the maple three: give me one pet peeve, I'll tell you which one of my favorite characters I'd pair you with.

࿐ midsummer dreams: tell me a fun fact about yourself & I'll assign you a fairy talent (like tinkerbell yep)

࿐ firefly keepsake: I’ll pick three pics from my pinterest boards that fits your vibe.

࿐ a sip of enchanted tea: ask anything!

𓍢🪷 tagging some moots that i really appreciate ♡ @selenewowww @livlocus @lydiasfalling @laufeysvalentine @dxstoeskyvjbess @wellitseugi @22228 @jjsblueberry @getsquashedbug @moonyslipstick @longingdemise @indigoscribe (i might be forgetting someone but overall if you're my moot just know i appreciate you)

⋆𐙚 and also this is inspired by liv's fall festival, so make sure to check out her blog!! @livlocus

[moonyslipstick]

just sharing with you all that i love mari so so much!!!!! congrats, sweetie!🧸🤍

[stillgotscars]

happy the life of a showgirl release day to all those who celebrate

[snoopyoftheday]

snoopy of the day

[sacrificiallane]

⌗ 𝒜nd then he lost you ... ⸝⸝ with Percy Jackson

angst ˗ˏˋ ꒰ heavy topics . death , wounds , blood . a little too descriptive, so pls beware . night terror . ptsd aftermath , panic attack , mild mention of possibly throwing up . angst obviously & tiny comfort at the end

His ash ridden fingers — rough and dirty from fighting — carefully threaded through your hair, a matted mess at the back of your head, yet so soft… Percy held you like he couldn’t believe it was finally over. His hands still trembled, ready to reach for riptide if there was even the slightest shift in the air, and his lips twitched in need to say something, anything. But for now, he just breathed — with you within arms reach, he felt like he could finally allow himself a moment to breathe. And you smiled at him, exhausted but calm. It was almost irritating how indifferent you appeared to the surrounding chaos ... but Percy was just so glad about you both being alive, that he didn't comment on it.

It takes only a moment, a mere minute, ... his hands settle against your face, he exhales fully, and then he hears it clearly ... a sharp 'swish' in the air, then a soft 'thunk'. It's the sound of something colliding with flesh — with bone. And it takes Percy too long to realize. It takes him too long to notice how your weight shifts — how you're only standing upwards because you're completely leaned against him, being held by his arms. And that his shirt feels warm... wet, sticky.

"No... no, hey..." his dread settles fast when he slowly brings your body down with his, settling on the soft grass and turning your body as to see ... an arrow, lodged between your still ribcage. The air turns to something more suffocating and Percy is quick to press his palm against the bleeding wound ― there is just so much of it. It's coating his clothes, his shaking hands and the ground below you ... and his eyes are wide, pleading, he begs to whatever god will listen that this is not his reality. "Don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes ― damn it!" What's an attempt to keep you awake and coherent only leads to frustrated tears on his end... You can't close your eyes ― you're dead.

"Please... no, no, no..." His bloodied hands cradle your face, empty of their lively color and usual warmth. You're dead, and Percy feels utterly sick. He didn't get to kiss you, couldn't say 'I love you' one last time. He screams ― raw, unapologetic, mourning. His hands feel wrong on your skin, and yet he can't let go, his eyes sting from staring, but he can't look anywhere else. You're dead... you're dead ― he let you die!

"Perce..." He feels his body being shifted by what he assumes to be Annabeth ― she's gentle when she brushes her fingers through his dark hair, careful when he tries to stay. He doesn't want to part ― he can't. He loves you... you'll be alone when he leaves, you'll be scared... he can't, he can't, you're dead... "No, no... please no, no, no..."

"Shh... it's okay..." It's not Annabeth. It's you. "You're okay, Percy. Just breathe..." And he is not on a battlefield, but in his bed, back at camp half blood. Tangled in his sheets ― a mess, certainly ― and not breathing right. He is not breathing right..., his shirt is drenched with sweat, hair tousled from turning so much in his sleep and his fingers feel sore ― clenched into your shirt just like they were in his nightmare. But you're not in danger, you're not bleeding, you're not dead. It takes your boyfriend a moment to relax under your gentle hands... and when he does, he's shaking.

It takes patience ― it always does. But you don't mind. Your fingers are careful when they slip into his hair, your voice soft and caring, helping him out of his shirt so that he doesn't feel trapped. His skin is covered in sweat… but you don’t shy away from holding him. You never do. When he chokes on whatever bile is raising up his throat ― the memory of your blood on his hand too much to bare ― you're quick to blow some air against his face, reminding him to breathe.

It's nothing unusual. Some nights he even wakes up screaming, reaching for riptide without being fully awake... i mean, he was just a kid. You were all just kids, thrusted into a war that had nothing to do with any of you. Not really...

And the many deaths must weigh heavily on him…, even if he doesn’t like talking about it. Not even with you. And so you're just here to hold him, to guide him… in hopes that some day, his mind will be kinder to him, and his nights no longer spent with terror. God's know he deserves it more than anyone…

° ‧ 𓆝 more . . . 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡

[sacrificiallane]

fluff ﹙𝒟id it hurt when you fell? with LUKE CASTELLAN cw one small mention of blood, bad pickup lines, kiss

You're all cheeky grin and bubbly voice when you practically stumble over sand, trying to catch up to Luke. And he sighs softly, knowing what's coming ― though, a slight boyish smile spreads over his lips. It's routine by now, he thinks. How you seek him out just to drop the most hideous pickup line... and they never work.

But you're sure that consistency is key ! Like, when you spare him sometimes and his sword is against your throat, a threat because he could end you, but you just lean into the blade, stupid... utterly dumb and drop something like "is there an airport nearby or is that my heart taking off?" And he just scoffs, because who the hell would say that in a fight?

It's sweet though, Luke can't deny, that you try it again and again. Sometimes when training is over ― and when he hasn't seen you the whole damn day ( he's already wondering when you'll jump out of a bush with another silly line trailing behind...) he's almost sure that you must've finally, finally given up... but no. You find him at his table, other children of Hermes eying you curiously when you casually ask him what's on the menu for today... quickly followed by an "Oh, i think it's Me-n-U, actually." He doesn't even have time to comment, because you're already gone ... vanished to your own table.

Other days you're even more slick with it! Like when he was treating your wound, soft hands practically feeling you up ( not because he wanted, okay?? But because there was blood, and how else was he supposed to find the wound?? ) and he's gentle when he touches you, not trying to cross boundaries... but of course, you're you. And despite the slight pain you must surely feel, you drop a soft, "feeling my shirt? It's made out of the best partner material." He can't hide his smile this time. And maybe... that was when he genuinely started to appreciate your silly words.

And Luke catches you when you stumble over sand, he holds you upwards when you catch your breath, and he's soft when he looks at you. It's a little different, you think, than how he normally would handle your company. I mean... you're a lot ! You know that, he knows that. And maybe the both of you don't make sense. But, you don't care, you never care, and a sweet smile pulls at your lips. "Ah, i think you might've fallen for me there, hm?" And your heart thumps loudly, cheeks burning because this time it's Luke! And it's not usually for you to get flustered, because there is never really a reason to be.

"Woah, hey, i think i might've gotten something in my eye..." And for a moment Luke is concerned, because of course he is! Maybe it is sand? You seem accident-prone enough for it. He's tender when he tilts your head up, trying to see what the problem was, but... "yeah, really can't keep them off of you."

He snorts, shakes his head in amusement, but his hands don't fall away. Never fall away. You're really something, he thinks, and... he genuinely admires you for that. It's cheesy, and dumb, and it makes his chest warm and his heart full and Luke doesn't hesitate and neither do you, when his lips find yours in an equally cheesy kiss.

𓂃 🖊 more .

[sacrificiallane]

suggestive ﹙𝒯ender with Percy Jackson

Blah blah blah ... proper name, place name, backstory stuff...

"Hey!" Only when you snapped your fingers right in front of his face, did Percy Jacksons gaze quickly trail up your body ― your beautiful and exposed body, meant to tease him ( he was sure ) as you were only dressed in one of his large shirts ― and back up to your face of where he would find a rather unimpressed look. Oh... was he supposed to react to something you just said?

He was caught! And so Percy slowly shook his head, no, then, he nodded... and a noise of equally agreement as of disagreement chimed from him.

Obviously, he hadn't been listening. His eyes had been focused on other things... like appreciating his girlfriend.

More like ogling.

It was unfair, how you were trying to have a serious conversation with him now. When you were practically glowing, tempting him with every breath, every sigh... everything that had your skin move even just a little bit. And oh how he wanted to drag his hands across every inch of you...

"You're not listening." A statement, really. And you'd be proven right, of course.

And well, there was no denying it now ; He wasn't listening. "I wasn't."

You sighed. You were not exactly disappointed, or surprised. It was easy to amaze Percy with just a sliver of your skin. ( Hey, and maybe you were even a little proud that only you made him this helpless, with nothing but your thighs exposed, unkempt hair, and a little bit of golden light shining through the blinds...)

Your boyfriend all but pouted at your sigh and followed silence, "it's just so hard..." he tried to explain (half-heartedly).

There was a long pause as his eyes gradually moved down again, taking you in like you were everything he could ever ask the gods for. His tongue held even more words that he only let go of when he reached the hem of the shirt, "i'm hard..."

At any other day, you might've rolled your eyes at him and his stupidity, annoyed and maybe even a little amused because that was just so him. Plain, honest, and utterly smitten by you...

But, it was in the way he said it so softly, how he didn't reach for you right away (and never without your okay) and how his gaze wasn't hungry but oh so adoring and longing... that had you undeniable hot and wanting.

You shuddered, and Percy smiled wide ― boyish. "Can i touch you?" His sweet question brought a familiar warmth to your chest, and you didn't deny him. You rarely did.

Because Percy never took your okay as something to take advantage of, his hands never reached for your butt first, or your chest, or even your hips. His warm palms always, always cradled your face first, holding it like it was something precious... even if his body wanted you in ways he couldn't quite put into words.

He always craved your heart first. Only then would he take you apart ♡

𓂃 🖊 more .

[moonyslipstick]

so… where is my percy jackson?

[wqlfstqr]

⋆𐙚 blue gummies 𖥻 jason grace

Jason figures it out the way he figures out most things about her— quietly watching.

She loves sour gummies, he knows this, but after a while he quickly notices the way she eats them: blue first, then when the bag runs out of them, she looks disappointed, sometimes even sighs before going for the other colours.

By the third time it happens, she complains about it. "They only put like, eight blue ones in there." She says, wrinkling her nose. "Why won't they sell a whole bag of just blue gummies? the others taste weird anyways."

Jason doesn’t really think they're that different in taste, but he still nods like he just learned a big, important fact about her.

She forgets about it by dinner, but Jason doesn’t. He's determined.

It takes him two days and five bags of gummies, but he finally shows up at her cabin with a crinkling nose behind his back and the most suspicious looking smile on his face.

"Whatcha got there?" She tries to take a peek behind his back, but Jason hides it quickly.

"Nothing illegal." He replies, going to sit beside her on her bed.

Then he suddenly produces a ziplock bag packed with only blue gummies. Not a single yellow, no green, no red— just a ridiculous amount of blue sour gummies.

"Jason how did you—" Her jaw drops, and she's so surprised she can't even finish her sentence.

"I bought a few bags." He shrugs, offering the bag to her.

She takes it, still looking at him like he's gone crazy. "How many is a few?"

"Five." Jason replies. "You were right, they don't put as many blue as the other colors."

"And you sorted them? By hand?"

"Had a whole system, and then Leo happily ate the other ones. Very efficient." Jason shrugs again like it's nothing at all.

She blinks at him, then starts laughing, and Jason can swear his heart grows bigger every time he hears that laugh. "You're unbelievable."

"You like the blue ones." He says simply, as if that's the only explanation needed. "So you deserve a bag of only blue ones."

"it didn’t even cross my mind you would notice that." She looks down at the gummies, her heart racing.

"I notice everything about you." he replies without missing a beat.

She leans to kiss his cheek. "Thank you, Jase."

Jason clears his throat, his ears pink. "Don't mention it."

But when she finally bites into one of the blue gummies and smiles, he knows he would go through every single bag of gummies to find every blue one if that's what it takes to keep that smile on her face.

[moonyslipstick]

me if you even care:

[moonyslipstick]

Lovely, PLEASE make a master list for your writing cause my finger are tired from scrolling

omg sweetie im so so sorry!! i promise i’ll make one tonight! 💌

[moonyslipstick]

NEKI OMG the last ep had me crying for conrad, i just want him to be happy omg 😓 also hope ur having a good day todayyy

hi bby!! i had a great day today! how are you?💌

also, im team conrad leaving those toxic people and being happy bc they dont deserve him!

[moonyslipstick]

ALSO HI, have you watched the new tsitp episodes??? I'm going crazy having to wait a week for a new episode 😓

hi my love!!! I HAVE AND OMG CAN WE SKIP THIS WEEK ALREADY I NEED ANOTHER EPISODE 🫠

[msselfobsession]