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[heraelis]

hey maybe

we should

reblog stuff

that we like?

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Can you do the one from list 2 about alway looking good in a suit? With jason/percy/reyna

I love ur writing so much!!!

hi my angel! thank you so much for sending a prompt in you know i positively adore jereyna! obviously this is not a drabble because when do i ever actually stick to a word count? anyway i hope you enjoy and happy love month <3333

we suit you

never getting used to how good your lover looks in a suit, always losing your train of thought when you see them dressed in one// jereyna// 1026 words

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Jason snuggles further into the sheets, body curling around a curved back, hand finding warm arm. He hears a soft sigh, smiles and tries to get closer to the comfort.

He can feel the gentle rays of the early morning sun already creepy onto their duvets, warming his exposed toes.

Somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind he notes that it’s probably time for them to get up. But gods he could stay here forever. On this quiet spring morning, in this bed, warm and comfortable and safe beyond thought.

The arm he had been resting on moves away and he reaches for it blindly trying to bring the person it’s attached to back. A soft laugh is the only reply before his fingers are gently squeezed and then dropped into the now empty space where a warm body once lay.

“Come back,” He croaks out, not bothering to open his eyes.

The body he’s curled around moves slightly, brings themself closer to him, frowning in their sleep at the cold air coming from their empty side.

“I have to get ready for my meeting, cielo,” The reply.

“Just a little longer,” He grumbles, making the concentrated effort to crack open an eye.

As he suspects the sun is just starting to make its appearance, cresting slowly over the concrete and glass that grows taller every day. He can about make out the shapes of the room, sleep and the lack of glasses, blurring his vision.

“Yea,” A tired voice next to him mumbles, “Just ten minutes, Rey.”

Reyna laughs, as she pads across the floor towards them. She leans down, brown eyes already awake and glistening happily. She kisses him on the forehead, and then bends down, swipes black curls off a peaceful face.

“Good morning.”

“Are you getting in?” Percy turns his face up, eyes still closed, meets her for a kiss. “I’m cold.” He’s pouting and it’s the cutest thing Jason has ever seen.

He and Reyna share a look, love bleeding like citrus in summer across their space.

“No princesa,” She’s grinning at him and Jason is grinning at her and Percy looks completely put out by this turn of events. “I have an important meeting this morning.”

“Mhm,” Their fiancé groans, “But me and my cold body are much more important.”

“Any other day I would agree.” She’s back to moving towards the bathroom, voice fading in and out as she busies herself. “But today I have to concentrate on this meeting so that we can fund the library and keep it open for a millennia still.” Her pajamas have been tossed into the laundry basket along with Jason’s stray sock and a jersey Percy was wearing yesterday. “Besides,” She turns on the shower, sticks her head out the door, “Jase can warm you up just fine.”

“I want both of you.” They can hear he’s more awake now but it’s still adorable how soft and deep his voice is, how much he’s sulking.

“We can cuddle the whole weekend, mi princesa,” She promises, and then she’s disappeared into the bathroom and Jason is snuggling back into bed, trying to get cosy once more.

“I hope her meeting goes well,” He hears Percy’s mumble.

“Me too angel.” He nuzzles his nose into his fiancés neck, eyes closing again.

But Mr Jackson is up, and that means…

“If those old crusty ass white men even dare say no to her I’m going to crush their windpipes with my bare hands and then flood the entire ocean into their lungs.”

Jason intertwines their fingers, brushes a thumb over soft skin.

“And I will gladly help you, but for now let’s just hope that everything goes smoothly.”

They’re just about dozing off again when they hear Reyna’s heels clacking against the wooden floor.

With half-awake minds, less awake bodies they both turn themselves and sit up. Watching, enraptured as she puts on earrings— two small golden hoops— the necklace they bought her for her twenty third birthday— delicate and small and resting on her collarbones—, her watch— a gift from her sister.

And gods, she looks… invigorating.

P O W E R F U L.

He wants to take a thousand pictures.

“They’re not going to know what hit them!” Percy smiles at her.

“He’s right,” Jason nods, staring, unable and unwilling to look away.

She smiles at them, turns to their full length mirror. “You think?”

The suit sits on her like it could not have been made for anyone else. A deep plum purple, with well tailored shoulder pads, and gorgeous gold button detail on the jacket and the pants. She pours into the suit, like liquid filling a container, shaping to it, it holding her.

He doesn’t have words that will describe her elegance. ‘Perfect’ keeps coming to mind but it doesn’t do her justice.

“You look…” Even saying it out loud cannot inspire something good enough.

“You look captivating.” Percy supplies.

All Jason can do is nod, hands squeezing the ones they’re entwined with in amazement.

“Okay,” Reyna looks at them, eyes softening automatically. “Wish me luck!”

“You don’t need it,” He leans up, kisses her, “But good luck all the same!”

“Kill it my love.” Percy wraps their arms around her neck, peppers her in kisses that make her giggle. “And afterwards come back home so we can spend time unwrapping this delicious suit.”

“You’re taking me to dinner tonight Percy Jackson.” She pokes his arm, eyebrow raised in mock disapproval.

“We can have dessert before,” Is their fiancé’s sly reply.

They’re all still laughing when the door clicks shut.

“I can never think straight when she’s in the suits.” The blonde mumbles.

Percy pulls them both back into bed, burying them under covers.

“That’s probably because you aren’t straight, love.” He grins cheekily.

Jason gives him a blank stare, and then can’t help but giggle. “That was terrible, Pers! Better go back to sleep and maybe when you wake you’ll have better jokes.”

“Unlikely,” He pretends to sulk, pout firmly back in place. Jason wants to take a picture, take two, a hundred. “Reyna would have laughed.”

“She indulges you.”

That produces a snort. “Says you.”

“Maybe we’re just suckers for your pretty face,” He kisses his nose. Likes the way it scrunches slightly, before green eyes turn bright, like emeralds caught in sunshine.

“Nah,” Percy shakes his head, smile wide. “That’s just love.”

Jason cannot agree more.

[chaosciara]

Rainbow 🌈

rainbows!!!!!!<3

[morgana-pendragon]

who was gonna tell me gifmaking took this much research 🤨

[dramallamadingdang]

YAY NO MORE SPOKES! :D

These’re fiddly because you have to turn off grid-snapping to get them to place that close together -- and the spacing is far from perfect in the above example -- but with a lot of a little patience, you can do some cool stuff. :)

”Sign” reads “cABb aAa” *snort* That’s all the letters I’ve made of that set so far, since I ran into the “spokes” problem. :) The capital A is made from this image, so the details remain pretty visible in-game, at least close-up like this. Lighting is one invisible ceiling light placed directly above the “sign” plus one garden floodlight placed 4.5 tiles away. There’s a lot of invisible wall/ceiling/outdoor light-making in my future, I think...

Also, when I share these letter sets, I’m thinking I’ll share the Photoshop action used to make the particular set, too? That way, if anyone would want similar textures on different fonts -- like real-world alphabets, for instance, since I plan to make only Simlish sets -- they could make them easily themselves. I’m thinking that would be a good idea, yes?

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

What about message in a bottle with a percy ship of your choosing

hello lovely! thank you for the prompt. this is another much smaller part to the jercy pirate/siren au. I hope you enjoy

the call of the sea II

prompt: message in a bottle// jercy// 484 words

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“Captain!”

Percy steps out of his cabin, lifting a hand over his face, shadow stifling the brightness of a sun reflected sea. Some days even when the sun was dull the sea still had a distinct glorious brightness to it. 

“What is it Frank?” He frowns out the glare, trying to make out the finer features of his quartermaster’s face.

“We’ve pulled a crate up,” The usually quiet voice is even quieter now, sort of gentle. It puts Percy on high alert. Usually when anyone in the crew got like this it meant something worse than a wreck or an attack, it meant they were worried about him.

“Why am I being troubled about a crate?” He levels a look at those dark eyes.

“There was also a bottle… addressed to you.”

He sighs, the weight of too many days without being at his home, with his home. Something he will never confess to his crew and something he will never show. Weakness gets you killed in these waters. Weakness gets others killed more.

“Leave the bottle in my cabin and get our sailing master to log the contents of the crates.” He looks out to his ship, her dark boards and blue sails practically glowing in the midday sun. The crew are mingling about, on their way to convince themselves another meal was in order. He loved these people, would pillage and plunder and be hanged for them. But he is exhausted. So tired. The last visit from Jason had left him unsure and entangled in his own thoughts. He is torn so completely apart he feels like the splintered mast of the last shipwreck they’d witnessed. 

“And bring out the liquor barrels,” He smiles bright, brighter than the sea, “Tonight we feast.” The last part is said loudly for the convenience of everyone else on board. And the answering holler, the enthusiasm racing under the bow, is worth all the effort it takes to keep the smile, keep from sprinting back to his cabin and his message in a bottle.

Frank nods in acknowledgement, “Everything in order Cap.”

“Thank you, I'll be out to help prepare.” He smirks at his outfit, waving a hand down his body. “Better get into something more festive.” With a returning smile from his quartermaster he escapes to his room.

There, sitting on his desk, amongst maps, and his compass, and pens is the small glass bottle. An even smaller scroll sits within it, rolled tightly enough you could almost mistake it for a cigarette. He wastes no time in smashing the bottle against the edge of the desk. Before the paper can so much as flutter towards the ground he has it between his fingers, already unravelling. He doesn't care to savour the process, he is starved for the words within, the message being conveyed.

“I am safe my King. It is time to come home.”

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Can you do succulents with Annabeth and Hazel??

hi darling! hopefully you enjoy this it ended up being longer than a drabble but I couldn't bear to cut it. also I dont ship Annabeth and Hazel at all so I'm offering you very shyly, some best friends roommate au type vibes?

amethyst and chilli

prompt: succulents// hazel & annabeth// 601 words

Annabeth wakes up to the sound of singing and soft New Orleans jazz drifting underneath her door. The sun streams through her windows. The small tabby cat that they had sort of adopted sprawls across her window ledge, tail dangling over swinging with the breeze. It looks over at her lazily, eyes blinking once before settling itself on its front paws and turning towards the sun once more. A smile tilts up the corners of her lips and it is such a foreign feeling she has to check her pulse, once, twice, wrist, neck, to make sure she is actually alive. Smiling before eleven pm? Foreign, alarming, kind of maddening. She never wants it to end.

The sounds of the world come into focus gradually as her body and mind wake up. She hears the clattering of kitchenware over the music, and the screeching of tires outside the apartment. There’s the smell of eggs and what is possibly caramelized onions wafting through her walls. The bed sheets are stiff but soft against her skin and there's something hard and rectangular pressing into her side.

She wants to savour this exact moment. Put it into a glass bottle to open and relive anytime she pleases. But her stomach grumbles and she realises her bladder has been protesting for some time now, so with another smile at the ceiling she slides out of bed. Her fingers absentmindedly stroke the tabby as she stumbles for the bathroom. The purr under her fingers brings a warmth into her chest that even the sun could never recreate. Her plan is to get back into bed with a protein bar and maybe a cup of coffee and stare at a screen for the next eighteen hours. No school meant watching Netflix without academic stress. And she had never lived by the rule that because the sun is out she should be out too. She could appreciate it from the warmth of her bedroom and the sound of other’s taking it in.

“Well good morning, beautiful human,” Her roommate, closest friend and the only reason they’re both standing in a kitchen on a Friday morning with dopey smiles on their faces, grins.

“Good Morning Hazel Levesque,” She collapses onto a stool and props her elbows on the counter, head falling to sit on her palms. “What delightful things are you cooking?”

“Eggs Benny,” Her honey eyes glint with mischief. Annabeth knows that’s code for ‘but there’s a twist’. She doesn’t say anything, she knows her roommate will—

“But I've added a little Nola spice to the hollandaise.”

Annabeth shakes her head, amusement catching behind her tongue. “Does that mean I'm going to need tissues again?”

“I promise I didn't make it as spicy as the gumbo last week.”

She tilts her head, regarding the spice container still open on the counter, “I’m just going to grab a glass of milk in case.”

Hazel’s laughter is infectious, surrounding them like the smells from her sizzling pans.

“Uh Haze,” She frowns, staring at the contents of their fridge. “Why is there a plant in our fridge?”

“Oh,” Her friend bubbles, “Chilli kept tipping it over so i put it in the fridge where he cant get to it.” And as if to add some normalcy to the situation added, “It’s a succulent. Her name is Amethyst.”

“Chilli is the cat?”

“Yes. I’ve decided we’re keeping him.” 

“And the succulent's name is Amethyst?”

“Yes. Now do you want toast or rice cakes with your eggs?”

Annabeth can’t stop the happy laughter that races up her throat. “I’ll put on some toast.”