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Perfect. Is that how he would describe him? Probably. The new son of Zeus camper was absolutely stunning and unlike most of the sons of Zeus. A good different.

Most of Aphrodite's children sent many envious glances, jealous of the attention and admiration that was around the boy. Percy himself was absolutely stunned when he saw Émile entering the camp. He looked a little shy, something that was not common in the first impression of a son of Zeus; but without the lack of a simple smile, so after being claimed and welcomed by his brothers, he was ecstatic.

In recent weeks, Émile has become quite popular. He had a talent in almost everything – Archery, Arts and Crafts, Canoeing, Savings, Crafting magical and valuable tools and weapons. Émile had a lot of dedication and effort, especially with magic, it was one of his strengths – his name was very beautiful, his first and last name. Everything came out perfect and was executed perfectly, he's probably good at almost everything. Since then, Percy has been taken and claimed in several matches, competitions and group missions that Émile was also; Jackson watching him from afar for a while but never talking to him. How can he? Zeus's son was absolutely perfect Almost a Greek god! Body, soul, EVERYTHING (Not to mention, he was rumored to be Zeus's favorite since he was born on the same day as the man. Gods, he was so splendid).

After another day off, Percy finally worked up the courage to go to him.

— "Hey!! Émile Theodore- right!?" Percy called out to the other boy, shyly walking over to him. Émile looked at Poseidon's son, smiling brightly as he slowly stopped his training in the field.

— "Yes, it's Émile. You must be Percy Jackson. Yes. I've heard several events that..you've been quoted and marked, although I never thought I would actually meet you so casually! – you're such a celebrity here Mister Jackson." Émile chuckled weakly, Percy felt his heart flutter with an angry speed, his cheeks flushing a bright red as he returned a smile.

— "Actually, you look like the celebrity around here hehe – even Nico said you were really cool and..stylish! Yep.." Percy chuckled shyly as he admired the other boy's arms. He was very hot and manly sir. What puberty and bisexuality don't do, right?

— "Wow – I could talk to him later..I think Angelo is so impressive too! But, well..it's nice to meet you too Percy! Sparing the conversation with games later? It would be a great second impression, Percy. What do you think?" Percy nodded silently on automatic, his face still flushed like a ripe tomato.

— "This is going to be really cool. Thanks for the introduction, Mister Jackson." Émile winked at the other dark-haired boy from the seas, then walked away and headed towards the showers.

H o l y c r a p. G o d s. Olympus of Heaven- Percy was absolutely desperate and stupid when it came to love.

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🌺❣Émile Theodore Hazel Roumísque💫. That's the full name of my pjo oc! I created him from my head and got from Pinterest a fanart of a handsome black guy😼I just don't know who the artist is, but this is what Émile looks like🤎🧡

Video skit is by thepandaredd, I just added open captions

Lemme know if there’s anything I can fix up 👍

My mom sent me a tiny man that I have to bury in the ground. Catholicism is wild

I literally can't b the only in who hates 'never have I ever' on Netflix. Like wtf is this show it's either terribly dramatized or glossing over so much shi

Inktober day 2: Spiders

He loves it, Robin!

Hahaha he literally sounds like Stan 🤣🤣

Vlad owned a cookbook.

Keyword, owned.

But you see, it was far from an ordinary cookbook.

It was a bit magical in nature, not on any purpose of Vlad's part, despite being the one to make it. It was created a while after Vlad stopped having an obsession with Maddie and became on somewhat better terms with Jack, in which he decided to entirely ignore one Daniel Fenton.

Instead, he focused on creating the perfect cookbook that has ever graced the mortal plane. Made from the highest leather, the best finest paper and bound together with the best thread he could find.

All helpfully sourced from the Ghost Zone.

Of course, after all of that he had to, well, fill it with recipes.

He had multiple duplicates scouring the internet for various recipes, and since it's for personal use he doesn't have to care for copyright or whatever since it won't be used by anyone but him. While also looking around in the Ghost Zone for specific types of ghosts.

Mostly grannies.

Overtime and with help from his multiple duplicates his cookbook has quickly become filled up, though for some reason there seemed to be an endless number of pages left unfinished, doesn't matter since it's just more space.

Then he started to encounter the spirits of witches, wizards, warlocks, shamans. You get it.

He took recipes from them too, because when he meant this would be the greatest cookbook, he meant it, and what is potion making if not Alchemy, and what is Alchemy if not cooking?

So, after some time, with blood, sweat, and tears being poured into his book with recipes from everywhere and his own personal recipe along with few decorations here and there, making it look less like a common book and more like the prized treasure it truly is, and Vlad's work is finally complete.

The greatest cookbook to ever grace the mortal plane.

He went to sleep happy, woke up the next day happy, used his newfound cookbook happily and was overall having the greatest of times.

He also found out that his cookbook became sentient. Which is nice, because he can just call out a page and it'll flip right through to it, but he doesn't recall how it became sentient.

He's been watching it carefully before completion, and every time it came in contact with ectoplasm it never became sentient like the food the Fentons produce (And yes, living food is indeed within the endless pages of his book), so it maybe had something to do with the more magical recipes contained within.

Not that he cared, really, since it served it's purpose extremely well.

Except, a few months later, with a visit from the Fentons to his mansion, he finds he lost it.

Vlad, predictably, is in shambles.

Is it because his cookbook is a genuine danger to society if in the wrong hands?

No.

Perhaps because contained within its pages are high level alchemical recipes?

No.

Or maybe because there was a recipe to create some kind of potion to kill an immortal, make someone immortal, or reverse death? (Honestly he didn't even remember where he got that one)

Fuck no.

He's in shambles because he didn't even get to use a quarter of the recipes that weren't even his own.

Also, because it's became his technical technically both his son and best friend.

Who does he accuse first?

One Danny Fenton.

Because it only disappeared after Danny came to visit, and while he wouldn't put it past Jack to do something incredibly stupid, the man was nowhere near his book at the time!

Danny, predictably, is not at all amused.

Vlad then pesters him to go out and search for his missing greatest creation and doesn't stop until Danny agrees.

So, now Danny has to find a cookbook that can and probably is a genuine danger to society if someone decides to use the far less than normal recipes.

Also, why the fuck did Vlad even have them??

I've had a hard time articulating to people just how fundamental spinning used to be in people's lives, and how eerie it is that it's vanished so entirely. It occurred to me today that it's a bit like if in the future all food was made by machine, and people forgot what farming and cooking were. Not just that they forgot how to do it; they had never heard of it.

When they use phrases like "spinning yarns" for telling stories or "heckling a performer" without understanding where they come from, I imagine a scene in the future where someone uses the phrase "stir the pot" to mean "cause a disagreement" and I say, did you know a pot used to be a container for heating food, and stirring was a way of combining different components of food together? "Wow, you're full of weird facts! How do you even know that?"

When I say I spin and people say "What, like you do exercise bikes? Is that a kind of dancing? What's drafting? What's a hackle?" it's like if I started talking about my cooking hobby and my friend asked "What's salt? Also, what's cooking?" Well, you see, there are a lot of stages to food preparation, starting with planting crops, and cooking is one of the later stages. Salt is a chemical used in cooking which mostly alters the flavor of the food but can also be used for other things, like drawing out moisture...

"Wow, that sounds so complicated. You must have done a lot of research. You're so good at cooking!" I'm really not. In the past, children started learning about cooking as early as age five ("Isn't that child labor?"), and many people cooked every day their whole lives ("Man, people worked so hard back then."). And that's just an average person, not to mention people called "chefs" who did it professionally. I go to the historic preservation center to use their stove once or twice a week, and I started learning a couple years ago. So what I know is less sophisticated than what some children could do back in the day.

"Can you make me a snickers bar?" No, that would be pretty hard. I just make sandwiches mostly. Sometimes I do scrambled eggs. "Oh, I would've thought a snickers bar would be way more basic than eggs. They seem so simple!"

Haven't you ever wondered where food comes from? I ask them. When you were a kid, did you ever pick apart the different colored bits in your food and wonder what it was made of? "No, I never really thought about it." Did you know rice balls are called that because they're made from part of a plant called rice? "Oh haha, that's so weird. I thought 'rice' was just an adjective for anything that was soft and white."

People always ask me why I took up spinning. Isn't it weird that there are things we take so much for granted that we don't even notice when they're gone? Isn't it strange that something which has been part of humanity all across the planet since the Neanderthals is being forgotten in our generation? Isn't it funny that when knowledge dies, it leaves behind a ghost, just like a person? Don't you want to commune with it?

Magical Girl Mag #3, New :)

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