#titan army rant

[brain-maggot1]

augh I'm covered in mosquito bites from camping but I need to infodump about a song i really like and a concept I really like

You know what I keep thinking of? The "Harpy Hare" song (By Yaelokre) I keep hearing. Now of course I have to connect this to the character I'm fixating on, aka Alabaster + the mistreatment of unnamed TA demigods.

I know this song is tied to a different storyline and fandom, but I can't help but think of how the lyrics could fit and I love the concept.

"Harpy hare, where have you buried all your children, tell me so I say" Specifically I want to think of how the gods have lost so many children but only see them as expendable, although they are kids. Children burying children (Unless the bodies were never found, or the child was not honored, thus why the remaining would ask where they have been "buried"). Or I want to take it in a less literal sense, as in how the minor AND major gods have "buried" their children in the Hermes cabin, because of never being claimed or never having cabins. I also like to think about how most of the children in the titan army were mostly killed off after the war, and then never honored.

"You can't keep them all caged, they will fight and run away, mother tell me so I say" I think again about how the children in the titan army were most likely never meant to be there, and how most never came back alive. And still, a lot might've not even known their godly parent. "You can't keep them all caged" In reference to how they feel the need to rebel because of the need of recognition. "They will fight and run away" run away meaning how after they die, they leave no trace and most likely go to the fields of asphodel to be forgotten. And again if we swap it to a literal sense of how most of them were runaways/rouges

"She can't keep them all safe, they will die and be afraid, mother tell me so I say" This is where I'm targeting Alabaster. Most of Hecates children had died, and he most likely felt guilt for not being able to keep them safe and dying. Only a handful lived, and then Alabaster was exiled. And then in the Son of Magic when Alabaster is being hunted by Lamia, the reason why Hecate couldn't let Lamia kill Al or Lamia die is because most of her children had already died at the hands of the Olympians, then again taking the "She can't keep them all safe".

I don't exactly know about what happened to a lot of the demigods after the war, this is what I've assumed and just been hyperfixating on so tell me if something is incorrect. anyways you get a cookie if you actually read til the end of this

[pain-is-too-tired]

Trafficking technically being canon in pjo still- it just drives me insane.

Like yeah, it might be one(two if you wanna count ttc opening conflict) instances we see

BUT THAT STILL NOT GREAT

I mean it also is great for fic ideas- surprised I hadn't really seen it- but still.

Just insane to me. It's not even "the Titan Army is paying good money for demigods" it's "Luke Castellan is paying good money for demigods."

Like no matter what way your splice it Luke is at least complicit in it.

I know I get silly when writing him with the Leeluke stuff, but there's a reason I tend to focus on divorce Leeluke

Because it's so hard not to write him getting the consequences of his actions. Because he DOES STUFF LIKE THIS.

Especially with how I write Lee. If Lee found out the Luke was at least complicit in what's pretty much the buying of other demigods, he'd kill him with his bare hands. Being stuck as Kronos' vessel would seem like a mercy compared to how badly Lee would kick his ass.

Anyway... looks at my Fae!Lee/were-coyote!Luke au wip Suddenly that doesn't seem too out of pocket anymore...

[my-pjo-stuff]

Imma be for real here, the larger PJO fandom just killed any will for me to continue reading the books. Like genuinly I have no motivation or even reason to continue????? My main interests and favorite characters are the Titan Army and Luke, all of which happen in the original five books and some extras. That's all I'm really into discussing so far. And the rest of the fandom tends to just be so genuinly mean to me???? Like I'm gonna be for real here, the only people not borderline hostile and condescending when I offer my opinion and arguments are the people that I call the Titan Army/Luke fandom. Why should I continue reading a book series that A)has no characters in it anymore what I enjoy so far and B)has a fandom that would be largely hostile to me as I tend to view their favorites in a less favorable light.

I don't need to always have people agree with me, but please at least remain objective and don't resort to death threats and insults! From what I see this fandom immediately shrugs you off or turns outright hostile as soon as you start to disagree with the common opinions and sentiments of the fans. Like, oh you don't like the fan favorite? Oh you are critical of X? Oh you dislike this or that character or group? WELL HOW DARE YOU!? YOU DON'T GET THE BOOKS AND ARE JUST CRAZY! YOU ARE DELUSIONAL AND STUPID, REREAD THE BOOKS 😡😡😡😡😡😡

Why would I want to get into new characters when the people I'm going to interact with over them proved to be completely unable to tolerate any opinion not the mainstream? I know myself and I tend to sympathize more with the villains and be rather critical of the heroes, in this media atleast. Why should I let myself get into something with fans like that?

[bvckbiter]

liking characters who have philosophies/morals other than “i want to save my friends and the world!” is so fucking painful like so much of this fandom genuinely cannot handle anything remotely complex

[girlypopjazzy]

Lil rant

(Small note here, i am not trying to offend anyone or anyone’s art i am just trying to state my opinion here!)

So i dont really want to come off as homophobic or anything like that since i am a gay myself and am very fruity and have no problem with feminine men, but I personally dont like it when people put TOO many of their femine hcs onto chrs like Alabaster or Ethan, like ya’ll pls be so fucking fr rn. This isnt meant to offend anyone, but i jus dont like it when i see ethan/Al in a fucking ponytail and leg and arm warmers and a fluffy sweater, is jus not my thing ngl

[crumblekitten]

stressed?

Luke castellan x fem!reader

words: 2.6k

warnings: smut, blowjobs, handjobs, acrylic nail kink?, recording of sexual acts, smoking

you are responsible for your own internet consumption.

Luke Castellan wasn’t exactly a picture perfect boyfriend. He was cold, manipulative, and just about everything else horrible. But he wasn’t always that way. Back when you were younger, before he decided to turn against the gods and Camp Halfblood, he was amazing. He was the best swordsman in camp; everyone loved him and respected him, you included. So when he asked you out, you couldn’t say no. Everything was great for a while, but then Percy Jackson came along and everything about him changed.

So that’s how you’re here on the Princess Andromeda, a massive cruise ship that practically served as the Titan Army’s headquarters. Things weren’t exactly great for you on the ship, but it wasn’t exactly horrible either. Being with Luke meant you got a lot of respect from everyone else, and money. But being with him meant nothing else good for you.

Today was a great example of that. You were sitting in Luke’s room on the ship, listening to him rant about that Percy Jackson kid while he paced back and forth along the length of the room. He had finally gotten a chance to kill Percy, resurrect Thalia, and overthrow Olympus, but the son of Poseidon managed to stop his plans once again. “Who does he think he is?” He asked rhetorically, not waiting for a response from you before he spoke again. “Just because he’s a child of the big three...” he picked up a small trinket off of a nearby shelf, staring down at it angrily as he closed his fist around it.

“He thinks he’s better than me, but he’s not,” he continues, and before you know it, whatever he had picked up went flying just past your head into the wall, shattering on impact. “He’s not fucking better than me!” Luke huffed and sat down at his desk He was breathing heavily, his eyes narrowed in anger as he sat in the desk chair. His fingers were curled against the desk, tapping against it with an annoyed rhythm. He was still seething about Percy- the boy always managed to get in his way somehow and it pissed him off.

You went behind him and took his jaw in your hands, tilting it upwards so he was looking at you “you should relax baby” Luke let out a huff. “Relax? After everything that happened? How can I relax?” he snapped, his tone cold. He tried to shove you away, but you caught his wrist and forced it behind his back. He winced in pain, and despite what he said, he didn’t resist- as much of a tough guy he liked to pretend to be, he’d never fight you seriously. You let go of his wrist and his jaw and he grabbed the pack of cigarettes off his desk and began to search for a lighter still muttering about Percy, He took out a cigarette and placed it in between his teeth, his fingers digging around through his desk’s drawers in search of a lighter. He was clearly aggravated, mumbling under his breath as he began to grow frustrated with his failed search.

“Damn it,” he cursed, rummaging through drawers angrily. “I could’ve sworn there was a lighter in here.” You flicked one on and lit the butt of the cigarette for him His hand trembled a bit as the cigarette lit, and he inhaled heavily. He let out a shaky exhale, smoke coming from his nostrils like a dragon. He seemed to relax a bit as he took another inhale, holding the cigarette in his between his index and middle fingers to keep it steady. He sat back down in the desk chair, and tilted his head back to look up at you. “Thanks,” he muttered. “Mhm” your acrylics tapped against the wood of Luke’s desk His eyes fixated on your fingers as they tapped against the desk, watching the way each nail made contact with the wood. He let out a huff, taking another inhale then exhaling the smoke out through his nose. He leaned back in the chair, his eyes remaining on your manicured hand. “You haven’t been listening to me, y’know,” he spoke up suddenly.

“Oh really?” Your nails where black stiletto, gold cursive letters on the middle and ring fingers on your right hand, gold designs on all the other nails He smirked a bit. “Yeah, really,” he agreed, looking up at you. He grabbed your wrist, his grip tight as he pulled you so that you were standing in front of him. He held your wrist up so that he could get a better look at your nails, running his fingers over the designs and letters, the letters where in calligraphy ‘L.C.’ He raised an eyebrow, a smirk curving his lips up as his eyes traced over the designs on your nails. He hummed in approval, his hand still holding your wrist captive. “I’m guessing these are for me?” He asked, his voice taking on a slightly teasing tone. “You’re the one paying for them.” His eyebrow stayed raised as his smirk widened into a grin. “Yeah, yeah I am,” he agreed, his grip on your wrist loosened as he continued to study your fingers. He brought your hand up to his mouth and placed a kiss right next to your middle finger. “They’re hot,” he commented, his breath warm against your hand. “If you like them you’ll certainly like what I have on under this.” Your tone was teasing, trying to get a reaction out of him Luke’s eyes darkened at that, his grip on your wrist tightening again. “Is that so,” he replied, the words coming out as a low growl. He stood up, his body close to yours. He was much taller, his face just above yours as he stared down at you with half-lidded eyes. “Maybe you should give me a sneak peak”

You chuckled and took his hand that wasn’t holding the cigarette and guided it under your crop top the fabric bunching up to reveal a black bra with gold embellishment and lace. Luke’s eyes darkened even more, a smirk playing on his lips. His hand still held the cigarette, but now his other one was under your top, his hand roaming over your skin and the fabric of the black bra. He took another drag from the cigarette, his eyes traveling over your body appreciatively. “I always love how you look in black.” he purred. “You love how I look when I’m half naked.” “You’re not wrong,” he said with a low chuckle. His hand continued to roam over your body, his touch now moving to your waist. He brought the cigarette back to his lips and took another inhale, then leaned his head down so that his face was centimetres from yours. “I’d love you even more if you were fully naked,” he murmured, his eyes boring into you.

“I could most certainly do that for you.” “Please,” he all but growled, his grip on you tightening. He took another puff of his cigarette, his eyes roaming over you as he took in your form. “Lose the clothes,” he ordered, his tone dark and commanding. He brought the cigarette up to his mouth, the tip glowing as he inhaled. “Now.” You pulled off the crop top and discarded it next to his desk, and then your hands went to your shorts and then pulled those off tossing it somewhere next to your shirt, the panties matched the bra “Good girl,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over your body. He was looking at you like you were a piece of art, his gaze drinking in every bit he could see. He took another drag of the cigarette and tilted his head, blowing the smoke over your body. He was staring at you like he wanted to devour you.

You sank onto your knees in front of him and your hands went to his shirt, starting to unbutton it Luke didn’t stop you. In fact he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours as he sat back and let you unbutton his shirt. He inhaled from his cigarette, the smoke coming from his nostrils making him look like a dragon. “You look good on your knees,” he said, his tone low and suggestive. You let out a low huff, you only undid the first few buttons before moving your hands down to his belt.

He let out a hum in approval. He was watching you intently, his eyes dark with desire as you moved you hand to his belt. He took another drag from the cigarette, the smoke coming from his nose as his smirk grew. “And what exactly are you doing down there, princess?” he teased, his voice low and gravelly. “Did you not want me to?” Your nails trailed over the bulge in his pants. “I didn’t say that” he replied. He inhaled from the cigarette, his eyes locked on yours as your fingers traced over his pants. He let out a soft moan as you touched him, his smirk widening into a wolfish grin. “Keep going,” he encouraged, the order coming out as a low command. You undid his belt and unzipped his jeans just enough to have access to him He inhaled slowly, his breath hitching as you unzipped his jeans. He was getting more and more turned on as you teased him. He took another drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly. “You’re teasing me,” he murmured, his voice low and dark. “What exactly are you playing at, princess?”

“Shhh, relax” you pulled him out of his boxers, he was thick and long with a mushroom tip, a prominent vain ran up his shaft and you traced it with your nail He let out a hiss through clenched teeth as you pulled him out, his head tilting back. His eyes were still locked on yours, and they had darkened significantly- he was completely under your spell. He took another drag from his cigarette, his hand shaking as he tried to keep the cigarette from burning him. “What are you trying to do to me,” he said huskily. You spat in your right hand and wrapped it around his tip, slowly pumping

A low groan came from the back of his throat, his eyes closing as you wrapped your hand around his length. He was completely under your control now, his breathing heavier as his body responded to your touch. He took another drag from his cigarette, his hand trembling as he inhaled. “That feels good,” he rasped, his voice low and dark. “Don’t stop.” Luke pulled out his phone, his hand trembling as he aimed the camera at you. He was watching you through the lens, his eyes dark with lust as he recorded the scene. He took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke coming out slowly from his nose. “You look beautiful like this, princess,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Keep going.” You moved your thumb over the slit in his tip smearing the small bit of pre and your hands continue to pump him.

His breath hitched and his hips involuntarily bucked at the sensation, the camera in his hand shaking. He let out a low moan, his eyes still locked on you. “That’s it, princess,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Keep going.” He took another drag from the cigarette, the smoke coming out of his mouth in wispy curls. He was trying his best to capture the scene, but he was having trouble focusing. You started to move your hand up and down faster occasionally spitting onto his length to add more lube. He let out a low moan, his eyes rolling back in his head. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open, the pleasure building up inside him. He could feel the climax coming, and he was desperate for it. He took another drag from the cigarette, the smoke coming out of his mouth in a long stream. He had given up on trying to record now, the camera in his hand trembling. “Princess..” he said, his voice rough. He tossed his phone onto the desk and his hands gripped the arms of the chair.

He let out a low growl as he tossed the phone away, his eyes still locked on you. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white as he held onto it for dear life. He was getting close, the pleasure building up inside him stronger and stronger. He was panting heavily, his breath coming in short little gasps. He was trying to hold on, but it was getting harder and harder. He took another drag from the cigarette, and he was shaking now. “You close?” “Yeah, really close..” he said, his voice low and rough. He was barely able to form words now, the pleasure was getting so overwhelming. He took another drag from the cigarette, the smoke coming out of his mouth in a steady stream. He was gripping the arms of the chair so tightly, his knuckles were white. “Just go a bit faster..” he pleaded, his eyes locked on you.

“I’ll do you one better” you flicked some of your hair out of your face and slowly wrapped your lips around his tip. He let out a strangled moan, his head falling back onto the chair. He was completely undone, completely at your mercy. He reached down and gripped your hair, his hand shaking with desperation. He needed to feel you, and the thought of having your mouth on him was almost too much to handle. He took another drag from the cigarette, the smoke swirling around him in a haze. “God, you’re so good..” he managed to say, his voice hoarse. He stubbed the cigarette out on an ashtray on his desk and his hands gripped came and pulled your hair into a half-assed ponytail as you moved your mouth over him. He held your hair with a tight grip, his hand trembling as he held your head in place. He was completely lost in pleasure, his eyes closed and his mouth open. He took another drag from the cigarette, his hand shaking as he moved his head, the smoke coming out of his mouth in long streams. He couldn’t even think straight anymore- he was too consumed with pleasure. He was getting close, he could feel it building up inside him. His body was trembling, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Princess,” he managed to gasp out. “I’m going to-” He was getting close, his body was trembling, he wasn’t going to last much longer. He tried to hold on, but you pushed him over the edge. He came hard, letting out a strangled moan as he threw his head back. His body was still trembling, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He let go of your hair, his fingers slowly uncurling from your head. He looked at your face, his eyes still dark with desire, but now there was a hint of something else in them. He watched you as you looked up at him, your face flushed. You pulled off of him and swallowed his release He watched you with lust-filled eyes, his gaze never wavering. He was still coming down from his high, his body trembling and his breath coming in short gasps. He reached down and gripped your chin, his hand still trembling. He raised your head so that you were looking at him. “You’re so good, princess..” he murmured, his voice still rough. “So, so good.”

“Glad you liked it.” You stood up and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead He let out a soft hum as you kissed his forehead, his gaze softening slightly. He was still coming down from the high of his release, and he was completely relaxed now. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap, his body still trembling slightly. “I more than liked it,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I loved it.” “Good.”

“Between the secondhand smoke and the glass on the street You gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave” -sleep token

[omegas-reincarnation]

How the Doctors I have watched so far would react to getting kidnapped by space marines while visiting year 40k humanity, an extremely silly masterpost

One:

Shakes his head sadly and says "Dear oh dear. Now isn't this a mess. Barbara, let this to be a lesson to you about the folly of religious literalism." Leaves immediately without doing anything.

Nine:

"Rose, look at these tyrannids! Aren't they fantastic? We've established a psychic bond and I have learnt the ancient songs of their people. Rose I am resonating tyrannids. Now here's how we escape. I'll need a small spatula and a distraction. Mickey, go and be a distraction."

Ten:

Decides its his sacred duty to bring down the entire imperium. Found three days later standing alone in a ruined temple surrounded by unconscious space marines and ranting about being a god.

Four:

Has an existential crisis over whether the imperium should be destroyed for the harm it does invading other people's planets or preserved for the good it does by keeping back the forces of chaos.

Eleven:

Somehow managed to recruit a squadron of marines as his personal army. Is very excited by this. Saying bow ties aren't cool is heresy now. Yeah. He's got a fez again and he's not afraid to use it.

Twelve:

blathers something about having once done tango classes with a space marine back on the old casteleborian mining ring with jim the fish, climbs out a window, and is found three weeks later teaching orks to play monopoly.

Thirteen:

In the span of a week manages to get into a really intense lesbian situationship with a battle nun and saves her city from chaos forces in a scene so deeply touching and beautiful yet resonant with unfulfilled longing that it wins a bafta

Fifteen:

Asks the question "so, inside the armour -" enough times that it starts to become slightly awkward. Calls a reclusiarch babes. Gets really intense about how cool titan machinery is. Finds a mechanicus clone factory and gets very very quiet and then says "you're going to hell and i personally am sending you". What happens next is officially erased from the history books. A space marine adopts a cherub without quite knowing why he did that. No one ever speaks of Fifteen's visit again.

Seven:

Claims to have been captured by space marines but it actually turns out it was all deliberate because he needed to get close enough to a sealed temple to reclaim and destroy a "sacred relic of the emperor" that is actually a nuclear bomb Omega once built because he thought it would make a good fly swatter

[poppitron360]

Sharing a snippet of all my main WIPs to help me remember why I love them and motivate me to keep writing part 1-

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/Part 8/Part 9/Part 10/Part 11/Part 12

This is from my “Leo gets found by Thalia, Luke, and Annabeth” AU where Leo ends up joining the Titan army

Luke glanced at Leo, who was polishing his favourite Claw Hammer with a cleaning rag.

Leo’s mom was gone. There was no getting her back. Looking at him now, and remembering that scared kid in the alley, Luke filled with rage on his behalf. The Gods had abandoned this kid, left Luke to raise him. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right.

Leo got out a penknife from the pocket of his army fatigue jacket and began sharpening the pointed end of the hammer, until the fingers of the claw tapered into a razor-thin edge. He drew the knife across the metal with a sharp shhhing! The silvery shavings landed on the sparse grass beneath them, the heat from the close-by fire melting them into small puddles of glimmering metal on the dry earth at their feet. Leo tested the weapon, first swinging it in the air to club some invisible enemy’s stomach, then stabbing the two-clawed end into their chest, and then slicing it with the sharpened edge across their skin. He grinned, and seemed to be satisfied with the result. He swung the hammer over his shoulder, and stood up, offering his hand to Luke.

“Let’s get to bed, sleepyhead. Can’t rally new troops if you’re sleep deprived.”

Thank you to @ginnyluna for inspiring me to write this fic.

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[happyk44]

actually annabeth joining luke's army as a double agent for chb but percy doesn't know this so he just thinks alright and grabs grover and hooks it over there bc annabeth does what she wants and he knows there's no convincing her otherwise bc she's a stubborn ass and also ares fucking sucks so as far as percy's concerned the gods can suck it based on that alone

grover is just ??? bc he does NOT want to be over here and percy's just like "look, we can't convince annabeth to not be part of monster army, so the only option is to be part of it ourselves" and annabeth walks in on them trying to join (or rather percy trying to join for both of them and grover looking on the verge of tears) and she's just ??? bc what the fuck percy why are you two here

whole time percy is going on a rant about ares and how he sucks and how he's pretty sure the god has abused clarisse ("maybe we should get clarisse to sign up with us") because no one believes that he wants to join luke's army and they just thinkk he wants to spy on them so he's trying to show that he thinks gods (well at least one god) is a total ass and can get obliterated and percy will be happy to do that bc he did it once before, he can totally do it again! and if they get clarisse she can deliver the final blow as an FU

someone asks why grover's there and percy is like "um. he's my best friend? he has to come with me? what, you think I'm gonna fucking fight my best friend? are you stupid?"

meanwhile grover is having the worst panic attack of his life. like why is this how he discovers percy has no morals. couldn't it be something smaller like putting french fries in a strawberry milkshake?

and annabeth is resisting the urge to start screaming and now she's gotta vouch for percy and her vouch for percy is basically "if it came to saving me and grover or a bus full of people about to plunge into the atlantic, percy would save us, no hesitation" and everyone's like "jesus christ, the hell is wrong with this kid" because like maybe they're on the side of a cannibalistic titan but they're not fucking evil

ofc once they're let into the group, annabeth drags them both to the side and wrings percy a new one for fucking up her double agent plans and they're both whisper-arguing bc it's not his fault he didn't know she didn't really shack up with the enemy, but like fuck off percy, you didn't have to follow me here! why the hell would you choose to come here, were you going to try and kidnap me and bring me back to camp by force??

and percy is just like "yes that is 100% what i was going to do, i was definitely not joining with the intent to be by your side and blow up olympus because i'd rather destroy the world than fight my friend" and grover turns to annabeth and is just "he's fucking lying" "yeah i know"

anyway grover is released as a double agent for the monster army (but actually for CHB) bc the idea is that he can help them get more demigods to their side as a searcher being sent out to grab kids and he's mentally banging his head bc NOW he has to figure out how to get unclaimed demigods safely to camp without making it look like he took them there on purpose and if it looks like he defected back to CHB, they'll probably kill annabeth and maim or imprison percy and good gods, percy i hate you so much rn

percy? idk. it's past summer so he just goes home and luke is like "bro you can't just fucking leave" "um no offense luke but if you try to stop me from going home to my mom who i love more than life itself i will legit eat you" and then he goes home

come december, grover is calling percy up like "hey i found these fucking powerful ass kids, plz help me get them to camp without making it look like i got them there on purpose" and so they gotta loop annabeth in who's just mentally banging her head and cursing percy out over this whole thing as she strategizes a way to get the army there but have them fuck up so badly it would look super suspicious if grover just shoved them over

so first she yells at percy then she makes grover call thalia up so she can help him and it'll be okay 'cause she's in the same area as him so it won't look suspicious, it'll just seem like camp sent her in with him, like they do sometimes when there's dangerous monsters that a satyr might not be able to handle by themselves.

and then she makes percy go with them as support for grover's "nefarious" deeds since thalia's there. and it's a whole fucking thing, and mentally she's just like "oh thank fuck" when artemis and the hunters show up.

they retreat back to wherever the monster army was at this time (not the boat, but like idk. atlas' post? were they all chilling there or was it just luke and some ppl being assholes and everyone else was still on the boat, i can't remember) and curse their loss of two powerful and clueless demigods, only for percy to call annabeth up a couple hours later like "hey, remember those kids from a couple hours ago with the manticore and the hunters and everything"

"percy it was two hours ago, ofc i remember it, my memory isn't as shit as yours" "right right, you're elephant" "oh my- why are you calling me!!" "oh yeah. uh. well. they're kinda in my house" "what??" "yeah they're sitting right across from me. my mom's giving them some hot chocolate."

"how the hell?"

"i have no clue. they also have no clue. they just, uh, didn't feel safe at camp, bc grover was being weird about trying to save them. which, um, yeah, makes sense. and they don't like thalia because her spear scares them 'cause they don't like lightning. and also the girl said the hunters keep trying to convince her to join them which is freaking her out, so they didn't want to stay at camp. and then suddenly they were in my house."

"..."

"what do i do?"

this time annabeth bangs her head physically on the closest wall. and somewhere in the fine forests of new york, grover is banging his head on the nearest tree, both of them unified in their feelings of "for fucks sake percy i hate you so much rn"

[literallybyronic]

disorganized DA lore rant beneath the cut:

*puts on my tinfoil hat* so hear me out-

True Elvhen are a symbiotic race that in their natural state are both Elf and Spirit combined.

Morrigan's ritual is an adaptation of a process that would normally be used to invite a willing spirit into an unborn child- perhaps a spirit that is the reflection of the parents' love or values they both hold dear. but this version forcibly impels the spirit into the fetus. the evanuris could also have discovered they could use lyrium to perform a similar kind of imprisonment, along with the vallaslin, to force many spirits into constructed bodies made from lyrium to act as a slave/work force. trapping them in corporeal forms and then branding them with spells so they could never escape. That's why "they made bodies from the Earth, and the Earth was afraid"- the Evanuris were strip mining Titan blood to create their slave armies en masse, and it was too much for the Titans to bear, hence the Titan war. The Evanuris used the Blight against the Titans, and the war threatened the whole world, but the Veil sundered the Titans from the Dwarves and put the Titans to sleep as well as what we know happened to the Elvhen. We know lyrium is basically condensed magic- what if the Titans need the Fade to "breathe" or absorb somehow, and their blood is that magic condensed, but when the Veil is put in place they lose consciousness, almost like blacking out from lack of oxygen?

The Blight is Andruil's "weapon from the Abyss"- but for all we know the Abyss could be "my gf Ghilly's creepy ass underground laboratory where she makes fucked up creatures" bc we definitely know those exist, and the Archdemons could be the Evanuris' physical forms sundered from their spirits, since we know there is a "shape of the Divine" that is winged/flying (and it sure seems like that big boy in the new trailer is Elgar'nan), and when they manage to regain some control over the physical form, they cause a Blight invasion bc mass death weakens the Veil that is imprisoning them. Potentially this is why we only have two Evanuris to deal with- the other Evanuris has their spirits stolen by the ritual and put into an unborn child. This would make sense with Andraste being born the year Dumat was slain, and why Mythal wants the Old God soul so badly. She may even have used this soul in Flemeth's body as a bait-and-switch with Solas, putting the true Mythal spirit through the Eluvian beforehand.

This is why Solas feels like the whole world is Tranquil- because to him, they are all missing half of themselves, not just bc they're not all mages. And why spirits are just as much people to him as mortals, because they are each one half of a whole. And the spirit is what made Elvhen immortal, it wasn't just "the Fade in general", but when the spirits were locked away along with the Fade, it all became impossible to continue as they had. or it's like the Trill, where the host body wasn't immortal, but the symbiotic spirit carries the essence of each person forward into the next life in a new body. That's why "he did not want a body, but she asked him to come"- Solas was a spirit who was convinced to be born as Elvhen by Mythal, and some part of him regrets that terribly, and that's why he feels about Cole the way he does. It would also explain why he gets so upset about the Grey Warden plan, bc to start with it's a perversion of what to him should be a rather sacred act of joining/creation, and they may be just accelerating the release of the two most dangerous Evanuris left. And that's why the village he claims as his home is what it is, because it really was his home, where he grew up after being born as Elvhen. If it were a cover story, why would he choose somewhere that's been abandoned for centuries, which would immediately be suspect? (if Leliana had done her damn job anyway🤬)

Of course there are many other little things here and there that feed into this- Fenris' lyrium tattoos, Sandal's whole deal, Mythal resorting to human hosts to survive the centuries, uthenera being something only Elvhen can do, the Sha-Brytol existing to protect the Titans from the "impure", basically everything from the Avvar religion and culture... And probably at least twenty other things i won't remember until after I post this. But damn I gotta get it out somewhere on the off chance that even a tiny bit of it is right 😅

...yes, the inside of my brain does look like Charlie's corkboard from IASIP right now, why do you ask?

[ask-the-four-lords]

Heisenburg ive got a few questions for one of the hottest men on the planet

Question 1 do u think u could beat magneto in a fight

Question 2 do u like bacon

Question 3 who's your most and least favorite of the 4 lords

Question 4 do u want help with your experiment's I have some really good ideas for some cyborgs

Question 5 which of the lords do u think u could best in a fight and which do u think u would tie with cause even I know u can't lose

Karl Heisenberg, hottest man on the planet, not just one of the hottest:

1: Oh fuck yeah! That guy is a fuckin' idiot! I have an army he has a stupid looking setta tights! He might have a shot in human form but I can become a god damn titan and the moment I do I'll tear him to shreds.

2: Dear god yes, it's easily top three, 'love that shit. Of course one of the few things I can't do is cook so a couple months back I programmed a machine to cook it perfectly, it's been like *mental math for an exact answer* half of my diet since. It's that or canned beans and military rations anyway. (I understand the intention I just wanted to write him ranting about actual bacon)

3. Here's my ranking list; my favorite of the lords is me. 2nd place is Donner, honestly I actually really like her, she's like the uh opposite of me which I guess is what makes 'er interesting. 3rd place is actually bitchius maximus, I absolutely fucking hate her but deep down I at least kinda respect her. My least favorite is Moreau, it's not that I don't like him, I actually, on a logical scale, am alright with him. He's probably the best guy o' the four of us, minus his love for that FUCKING MONSTER CROW HAG! But I just feel bad for him so I can never really manage to interact with him without feeling sick. It's the only thing that gets much emotion out of me these days, poor bastard.

4. It's very unlikely, but who knows, having a test subject or assistant could come in handy.

5. I know for a fact I could beat Donna, it'd be pretty damn easy if I'm being honest. I could definitely pulverize Moreau, he's pretty damn tough when it comes down to it, it's really all he has going for himself. But still he ain't got nothin' on me. Now unfortunately... *mentally prepares for multiple minutes* there's a solid chance I would tie with Lady D-Bag. It's a shame that'd really be impossible to get her in on the revolution hate her or not. Still, in the end I think if it was one of us, it would be me, because I'm Lord motherfucking Heisenberg. Who the hell do they think they are?!

[pain-is-too-tired]

Kinda just copy and paste something i said on discord but wanna say here too hsgd

But always see people saying "oh as Percy gets older he's gonna be more 'Luke was right'-"

And i just- did we read the same Percy?

Percy always understood the gods had issues. He's most vocal when confronting them, he has no problem calling them out. It's so ingrained in him he does so even without his memories.

He always understood why TA demigods likely joined Luke. He always sympathized with them.

He worried about them when they went to blow up the ship. He avoided hurting or killing any chance he could.

He understood and tried to reason with Ethan,even after what happened with Annabeth.

When he saw Chris he never felt anger towards him for having joined TA. Even in SoM it was mostly confusion. Why in Botl it was sympathy.

Percy's issue with Luke wasn't his anger towards the gods. It was the fact in trying to take the gods down he became just like them.

Sending younger demigods to a deadly quest for his own needs, killing and manipulating them for his goals.

Percy's fatal flaw is loyalty. So seeing Luke, someone claimed to be doing all this for other demigods, use them like he did. That what made it impossible for Percy to feel towards Luke the way he did towards other TA demigods.

If anything, Percy's gonna get older, and he's gonna look at kids that were age he was all that time ago and understand him when less.

He knew why Luke felt the way he did.

But he also knew Luke's morals and ideals no longer were what they use to be when he started.

I honestly argue Percy's decision at the end of Tlo with the gods was hardly influenced as much by Luke as it was by everyone else.

By Ethan, by Silena, by Chris, by all those kids on the TA side he saw.

He already made his decision something had to give after the war was over. Luke's dieing words were a drop compared to everything else.

Anyway gdhf sorry for ramble was just thinking about this gdhdg

[my-pjo-stuff]

I'm wondering what you have to say about Kronos' ways to get what he want, his interactions with other titans, gods, demigods, mortals and about the similarity of their eating habits with Zeus

Rant about pjo Kronos, please 🥺

My Sister in Christ, I fear I have to disappoint thee. Mostly because between you and me? Kronos falls into the same category of Plot Device as Bianca does. He's not really a character beyond just being the stereotypical big bad evil guy that our heroes need to beat. Guy has zero conflict, zero interesting characterization and also surprisingly little page time considering he's supposed to be THE big bad. As for his methods....I mean, again he's the big bad. They are not pretty nor justifiable from a moral standpoint. Nothing unexpected or out of the ordinary there at all. Though I do think it's worth mentioning that his method of "use a child soldier demigod army fed copious amounts of lies and propaganda as canon fodder to get what I want" is literally just the same thing the gods have been doing since forever.

[robbierants]

Kuroshituji Trauma Represation In Ciel

Ever since the 6th grade, when my best friend introduced me to Attack On Titan, I have been a huge fan of anime. I delved into the stories, became attached to the characters, and invested a lot of my free time watching anime. Now, I have developed a different sort of appreciation for it.

Usually, anime are rich stories with well-developed characters who have many layers, and experience a number of issues that may seem difficult if not impossible to overcome. The stories are usually well thought out and meaningful, and many times they are stories that viewers can identify with. Anime is not just "cartoons," it's a form of art.

Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji), an anime based on Yana Toboso's manga of the same name, has all of these elements. Boasting at 3 seasons, 34 manga volumes (ATM) two additional short series, several Original Video Animations, and a huge amount of devoted fans, Black Butler is definitely a favorite. It was also the first anime from which I decided to plan cosplays for (I cosplay Danganronpa charcthers ATM)

The story takes place in Victorian England and centers around a thirteen year old boy, Ciel Phantomhive, and his butler, Sebastian Michaelis. Ciel Phantomhive is an English nobleman and sole survivor of the Phantomhive family. Upon his parents' deaths, he became the person in charge of managing the family company, as well as taking on the obligations that come with being the only survivor of a powerful noble family and having to uphold the family name. But the Phantomhives didn't become powerful by simply owning a successful company. For generations, they have been the "Queen's Watch Dogs," the keepers of the royal family's secrets. They exist in the underground world, as a phantom, handling situations that the royal family wants handled.

This includes containing and monitoring criminal organizations, and sometimes putting a stop to them when they get out of hand.

The young Ciel Phantomhive's butler, Sebastian Michaelis, is not just a good butler. He is literally a demon from hell.

How does this boy go about "hiring" a demon, and why am I ranting about this?

At the age of 10, Ciel Phantomhive witnessed his parents' assassination in their own home. He was captured and sold to a group of individuals who kept him a prisoner. It's inferred that he was physically, and possibly sexually, assaulted. When the moment arrived that his captors decided to sacrifice him as part of what seemed like a satanic ritual, a demon was summoned as part of the ritual. Rather than respond to the plea from its summoners, the demon heard the plea from the boy. The plea was to free him, and to help him avenge himself.

The demon's terms were that in exchange for helping Ciel avenge himself, the demon would eat Ciel's soul. Until the day would come that Ciel could achieve his goal of avenging himself, the demon would protect him and follow any order he might give. Ciel agreed and formed a contract with the demon, naming him Sebastian after a dog Ciel used to have. He then returns to his home and the extended family that he still has, but nothing is ever the same for him.

Through the trauma of losing his family and his childhood in such a terrible way, Ciel Phantomhive was stripped of the person that he was. Not only did he lose his parents, but he no longer had the opportunity to grow into whatever person he was supposed to become.

Physically, his development was stunted. It seems that he stopped growing, or at the very least he was growing at an extremely slow rate (short boi)

He showed multiple signs of posttraumatic stress. He was unable to sleep alone in his room, he experienced nightmares and woke up screaming, and he experienced flashbacks of his parents' deaths. Even as three years pass (where the story begins), Ciel is unable to trust anybody. He does not have friends, but business associates. He has obtained new "servants" who in actuality make up his own "private army." Even after three years, if a situation is bad enough he can be triggered into having flashbacks, which make him physically sick. His only childhood friend comments that he has not smiled since the day he returned.

The significance of the demon butler Sebastian is a crucial aspect of the story. Sebastian carries out his butler responsibilities to perfection. He follows Ciel's orders to the letter. He accompanies Ciel wherever he goes as a protector. Many fans have pointed out that physically, Sebastian sort of resembles Ciel's deceased father.

Why is Sebastian such an important character, and what does it say about trauma?

Like many children who experience severe trauma, Ciel carries a demon with him everywhere he goes. The demon is both a reminder of the pain he suffered, and a symbol of renewed strength and posttraumatic growth. The idea of posttraumatic growth is that after experiencing a trauma, a person can experience growth in one or more areas of life.

According to the Posttraumatic Growth Research Group at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte, growth can occur in five areas: a sense of new opportunities, closer relationships with others or a heightened sense of connection with others who suffer, increased personal strength, a greater appreciation for life, and an increase/change in one's spirituality. Ciel seems to have achieved posttraumatic growth in at least two areas.

First, he has developed a sense of increased personal strength. He is able to carry on with his responsibilities as the sole remaining Phantomhive because of the strength and protection that Sebastian provides, but he doesn't depend on Sebastian for everything. Ciel is the one who makes all the decisions and gives the orders. When he is triggered to have a flashback of his time spent as a prisoner, and is experiencing an anxiety attack, it is his demon who helps ground him by reminding him that he is no longer in the cage.

Second, despite having difficulty trusting others, he develops a connection with his servants, each of whom has their own personal struggle that he/she has faced, each has his/her own trauma.

In one chapter, for example, the chef Bardroy recalls how different life was for them before working for Ciel, stating, "Back then, we couldn't do anything but kill." The servants also recall how they had "no home, no friends, no freedom," before working for Ciel. His servants develop an undying loyalty toward Ciel, and in a way they come to see him as representing hope, home, family, and perhaps redemption from their past. It is interesting that it would take someone with such a traumatic past as Ciel to offer this sense of belonging to a group of individuals with their own complicated pasts. In addition to his servants, Ciel seems to have a keen awareness of the gifts of others. Whether this is an innate trait or something he developed as a result of his trauma, he is better able to read people and assess them quite accurately.

To say that Ciel copes well with his trauma is not a good assessment of his mental health. He does not wish to overcome his trauma by experiencing the feelings it brings up in him, but by embracing the tragedy of it and allowing it to swallow him whole, as will literally happen eventually. He lives his life as though he were a much older person. Like many who suffer traumas, Ciel was forced to grow up too soon, to reach a level of maturity and understanding of the world and society that is incongruent with his chronological age.

He learned that the world is not a safe place, and that people are not dependable. He has learned that he must act only for himself, and to take advantage or be taken advantage of.

Despite counting on his demon to keep him safe (perhaps symbolic of how trauma can keep a person from being open to new experiences), he does not trust him.

To conclude, Ciel's story has many real life elements of what it is like to live with trauma, expressed through symbolic representation. Ciel has people who care about him, but he cannot ever truly trust anyone again. He has resigned himself to be defined by his tragedy. Though his way of coping may not be healthy, it teaches us about what it is like to carry the demons of our past wherever we go.

[thomasofithaka]

“Hey, tom-??” Amari looks on edge as she calls out, before spotting him. She’s holding something behind her back.

“….hypothetically, if a guy asked you to the campfire, and didn’t clarify if it was a date or not, what would you wear? And if the guy was known for being a little coo-coo…?” She cringed.

“Okay- I know that makes no sense.” Amari sighs. “It’s this guy…I kinda know him? He was in the titan army. I know, he asked me to the campfire, so it sounds like a date- right? But you never know with this guy! You can never tell if he’s serious about something or not! If he likes you- or if he just wants to be friends!” She groans.

“And he’s known for having quite a few screws loose. But I…I don’t know.” She sighs. “I guess I wanna go with him? But I’m tryna pick out an outfit and…none of the Hebe girls are helping. They want me to wear something more basic. Less…colorful. And I’m not doing that.” Once she’s done with her rant, she brings out two different outfit choices from behind her back.

- @flashyrainbowloverr [the boy I’m talking about is one of my other OC’s :) ]

“Mm.. well.”

“I would probably just wear my favorite things..”

“I’m not the best with advice, but I think you should dress as colorful as you want, it shows yourself in a true way. Personally I like it when you dress colorful-“

“I can also spy if you want.”

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

percybaster meet the parents 💀

posideon is a little horrified, hecate is just making sure this is a healthy relationship, claymore is confused, sally is a teeny bit concerned bc of the war criminal thing but she'd take one look at him and just wonder wtf is wrong with the Olympians because this is a CHILD-

PHOENIX THANK YOU THANK YOU!

Poseidon: Oh Poseidon... he's more than a little horrified. Kronos's general was exiled so he wouldn't have interacted with other demigods you know, he's a corrupting influence. He should’ve been dead, that exile was a very roundabout way of saying "go die in a hole". Poseidon didn't expect or want for him to start dating his favourite son.

(And Percy was not supposed to know about the Manhattan Massacre of Titan army demigods)

Hecate: She's, well, side eyeing Al hard. She's not surprised but is questioning if this is healthy behaviour? Is this how normal teens act? Does she have to go through "How to parent your demigod" books again, the ones only she read apparently? Ugh I love her <3

She's not quite certain the relationship is healthy but as long as they're both happy and ready to call it quits if it goes sour, she's content. She wants Al to be happy.

Claymore: You’re so right, he is confused. Alabaster was ranting about "that son of Poseidon" like a week ago, when did they start having him over for dinner\going over for dinner? Alabaster does seem to smile a lot more though.

(Looking at Alabaster’s expression, Claymore almost smiled. This was the happy-go-lucky boy that he was supposed to be—not a half-blood warrior who expected to die by the age of twenty. This line from Son of Magic! Dadmore!)

Sally: She's concerned. She was at the Battle of Manhattan. She fought there. She's not at all impressed by the army.

(She's less impressed by the Olympians. They're a bunch of overpowered immortal deities and the only solution they could find was mass slaughter? And they keep putting her son on the harm's way. Yeah, no.)

It all gets resolved with an awkward talk over the dinner table, tho. Now if he would just go to sleep, those eyebags are worrying them all Alabaster.