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Enough romances where they're both in love

Give me romances where one desperately wants to crawl away and the other won't let them. No matter what evil the other does, no matter how bad people think the other one is, they're loved and if needed, forcefully cherished. The person sticking like a fucking leech would rather die than accept they're in love, but would kill anyone for the unloved villain. They save the antagonist so they can choke them out. Give me romances where there isn't kissing or sex, or even the words 'I love you' conveyed between the pair until the very end when it is whispered out like a secret. Give me books where the obviously stronger antagonist is held back by their leech, who holds their sword up to cut the shrubs incase it causes their love harm. Give me books where love is like slow poison, infiltrating the mind and soul. Give me tears, screaming, denial, pain. Give me acceptance albeit after a lot of fighting, the stronger char being forced to accept the other's protection. Give me how the stronger character will go berserk if a scratch befalls their precious inconvenience, the very rage of Achilles taking over.

Give me love so deep it bubbles into celestial loyalty.

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Why are people so hateful towards characters which aren't english speaking?

I'm not an english speaker and I still find english incredibly hard to wrap my head around. Most of my chars are Asian, specifically a few nationalities I am familiar/close to/have enough connections with. Suddenly, using those particular nationalities as main characters or face claims is obsessive or even weird. Naming them as would be in their nationalities is 'hard to pronounce'.

It's so frustrating and sad.

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"I grant the gift of leadership and dominion over the skies."

"I grant the gift of harmonious unions and enduring partnerships."

"I grant the gift of swift communication and clever wit."

"I grant the gift of valor and unyielding courage in battle."

"I grant the gift of music and healing"

"I grant the gift of the wilderness and the moon's guidance."

"I grant the gift of magnetic attraction and boundless passion."

"I grant the gift of innovative creations and unparalleled artistry."

"I grant the gift of abundant harvests and flourishing growth."

"I grant the gift of insightful knowledge and strategic foresight."

"I grant the gift of ecstatic celebrations and uninhibited revelry."

"I grant the gift of comforting homes and welcoming hearths."

In the majestic hall of Olympus, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. The grandeur of the surroundings, adorned with celestial motifs and shimmering lights, created a backdrop fit for the gods. As the deities assembled, their diverse presence filled the space, each one exuding an aura of power and grace.

At the heart of the gathering, a glowing golden pulse captured everyone's attention. Its radiant light cast a soft, ethereal glow, casting shadows that danced across the marble floors and reflecting off the intricate frescoes that adorned the walls. The gentle hum of conversation ceased as all eyes turned to the pulsating orb, its rhythmic throbbing a testament to the divine energy it contained.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the golden pulse began to split into two halves. They spun ever so slowly, one clockwise and the other anticlockwise almost like they were two ends of the same spectrum. Two halves seperated just so one didn't become too powerful or destructive, forever meant to need to the other to function.

Hades, who had been summoned to Olympus from his own domain simply for the present occasion, spoke up with his words filled in a sense of disdain for the family he had tried to distance himself from simply due to their habits. "Bestowing such gifts on mortals is cruel! We're gods, we control our own domains. Expecting two young children to bear such a heavy responsibility, having their life already written down before they're allowed to be born- it's downright cruel!"

The other gods looked at each other and then back at Hades, the words of the God of the underworld shaking some of their own guilt. The big three had to put a pause to their own pact for the task in hand, find a surrogate for the burning merges of power which would make the host a living weapon, a sheild, a blade for the gods which would protect the forefront of Olympus. Fates were cruel, but it was the best thing for the gods to do. The threat of monsters constantly trying to over throw Olympus meant they'd need someone who would be able to fight the threat with the force of all of them.

Someone human.

Poseidon, his trident held loosely by his side, nodded solemnly. "It was a necessary decision," he agreed, his voice steady and resolute. As much as the God wanted to take his words back, he knew him taking his words back would mean the responsibility would be given to Zeus- and both Hades and Poseidon did not trust Zeus with choosing a suitable mortal to mother the host of the power.

The king of the gods turned his head towards Hades, his stormy eyes narrowing in dangerous rage.

"You question our decisions, Hades, yet you offer no solutions," Zeus retorted, his voice tinged with a hint of thunderous anger. "You speak of cruelty, yet you fail to see the greater purpose. We cannot afford to let Olympus fall to the whims of fate and chance. We must act with decisiveness and strength to protect our realm. Tell us at once if you want to back up your words, we do not have time to waste."

With a reluctant sigh, Hades moved towards the center of the gathering where the golden pulses had once been. He reached out, hesitating for a moment before his fingers closed around one of the warm power hotspots. As he lifted it, the pulsating energy slowly transformed, its vibrant glow dissipating to reveal an exquisite fruit. The fruit was a deep shade of e/c, its surface adorned with specks of shimmering gold, casting a mesmerizing pattern against the light.

As Hades backed away, his gaze locked with Poseidon's, who had approached the second pulsating hotspot. With a solemn expression, Poseidon picked up the other glowing orb of energy. Similar to Hades's, the energy gradually settled, giving way to a stunning fruit. This one was a radiant shade of azure blue, its skin smooth and glossy, emanating a sense of calm and tranquility.

As Poseidon turned to leave, his trident glinted in the soft glow of the hall. Zeus, noticing his departure, called out, "Poseidon, where do you think you're going?"

Poseidon paused, his expression sour as he glanced back at Zeus. "Since we're supposed to find a surrogate for the host," he remarked, his tone laced with bitterness, "I already have a woman in mind. If you don't mind, I must go woo her properly."

With a dismissive flick of his hand, Poseidon turned on his heel and strode out of the hall, leaving behind a trail of tension and uncertainty in his wake. The gods could feel the cold emotions radiating off the other god who held the e/c colored fruit on his palm. The cold specks in it seemed to swirl in his sight, a cold fist closing around his heart.

Lowering the hand, he too turned around from the other gods and walked away with the intention of staying in the underworld, by his wife's side so as to spare him the pain of fathering a child who would be raised as a lamb of sacrifice. The father he'd never asked to be, but now was forced to bear, for the sake of Olympus' survival.

With heavy hearts and troubled minds, the remaining gods and goddesses slowly dispersed, their footsteps echoing solemnly against the marble floors of the grand hall. Each deity carried with them the weight of the decisions made and the uncertainties of the future. The spots which had once held the pulsating energies lay barren, slowly turning darker as fates sealed their cruel iron hand over the heads of the children who'd be unlucky enough to be born under the curse.

The curse of power. The curse of strength.

The curse of being chosen by the gods.

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HOLY CHRIST HEAVENS ABOVE.

The things I'd do for him 🙏🙏🙏

'Nyways,cuties.

Luke Castellan imagine ideas coming up hella.

Husband AU.

Smut or fluff?

Fine you whores(i love you all).

Smut it is.

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Hear me out.

Luke Castellan who grew up in a house with a mother who had mental problems his child self couldnt understand. Luke Castellan who named himself the big brother/father figure of both Thalia and Annabeth while they were out on the road.

Luke Castellan who yearned for his father's approval and love but was clearly betrayed when sent off to a quest where he was bound to fail.

Luke Castellan who stayed as the Hermes cabin counselor despite his dislike for the gods.

Luke Castellan who probably goes to the Athena and Apollo cabin a lot to check out books on psychological conditions so he knows how to deal with kids who have them.

Luke Castellan who welcomes new children and makes them feel comfortable.

Luke Castellan who is well respected in camp for his skills and nature.

Luke mother fucking Castellan who was betrayed by his creator, his father, but still wanted to be loved and cared for.

Luke Castellan who was handed the fate of his death even before his birth.

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The art of writing 'confident' fictional women

Making female characters who're supposed to be 'queen bees' and/or popular comes with a great amount of misogyny and internalised competition amongst women.

• The Mary sue.

She's perfect, she's everything. While partying everyday and not studying once in the entire book, she's able to be both the magnet and the nerd who knows everything being taught in the class. All men turn to look at her, all women are envious of her beauty.

Most of such characters are described as having certain particular beauty standards. Beauty is different for different people,and attraction isn't warranted by looks. There's a stark difference between being easy on the eye and attractive.

Such characters are also shown to be either incredibly revealing in clothing in places where they shouldn't be, and are described using adjectives that make you more uncomfortable than enamoured. Most of the time they're said to be 'inspired off IT GIRLS', when being an IT girl says nothing about bringing other women down by saying how they surpass everyone around them.

• The Edgy Bombshell.

The og y/n.

Hair up in a messy bun, wearing the first thing she finds in her room she's still the most beautiful girl in school/class/the entire world. Things that are symptoms of depression become aesthetic for her, the just out of bed look being one of 'not like other girls' and not 'im suffering. Help.'

Such characters are often uplifted by adding bimbo, cheerleader chars who wear clothes/are portrayed to be more extroverted, glittery and cheery than the said character. Un necessary bullying from the girly chars and constant threats of 'you're stealing my boyfriend' ruin her day.

The only thing she needs to steal is a time table.

• The Pseudo bully.

She's not mean, she's just the girl who's honest with everyone.

Even though she's the worst person to walk on earth with the way she talks to people,somehow everyone bows to her word. Similar to the first one, she's somehow liked by everyone. Never a pore, never any body type other than hourglass, she brings her friends down by making weird jokes and putting them out as 'savage' when they're not comebacks, just actual insults.

But she's not a bully! Her behavior is entitled, she thinks she has earned the entire world because of the way she is raised or looks, but she is not a bully!

• The gangster

[I love biker women<3]

She's not like the other basic girls. She knows bikes, she knows cars. Everyone comes to her to get their stuff fixed and she has beef with every other woman in school. It isn't her fault she's one of the boys and was raised with 69 boys!

Most of the time such characters lean heavily towards type 2, having either an excess amount of terrible hygiene, humor, or towards 1.

The only time this is acceptable is when she's lesbian. I love biker women<333!!!

The art of writing fictional women has been around for ages, yet it is one people still haven't figured out yet. Much like in real life, the objectification of women and their bodies to appease the readers is prevalent among writers both male and sadly female. One woman can't be both popular and nice, for that's a sin. Kindness doesn't warrant popularity, for women are always fighting amongst each other in their mind.

Popularity is gained because of a lot of things, and most of them aren't positive things. The only time people end up liking you is if you're aware of other people: and don't put other people down to raise others. Women are much more than their bodies, their beauty, their sexuality. They can have off days, they can have many different kinds of personalities and moods depending on the situation.

The art of writing women is almost like the art of loving women, and it's safe to say that we're failing in both.

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May is mental health awareness month.

May Castellan was driven crazy by the gods and her mental health wasn't take care of.

Oh I'm sick

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Oh to have Luke so devoted everything around him is a blur. The line between good and evil? Gone. You're bad,youre the devil incarnate, but he'll be damned if he lets anyone speak ill about you. You've hurt people but you looked good doing it.

You come to him covered in bruises and dried blood. What happened? Doesn't matter, you're here. You're with him. He doesn't need any other explanation. You got a nasty bruise? You'll have the other person's head by your bedside the next day.

Luke who's his villianess girlfriend's swordsman, her ride or die. He's the son of the God of thieves, and he's going to be damned to tartarus if he let's anyone takes his girl away from him.

Oh this is a book btw<33

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What could be Luke's 'type'? [Note: this is just an analysis based on the media available about him, especially the Demigod Diaries]

1: Luke is shown to be attracted to Thalia's bravery and strong will in the demigod diaries and is shown to be extremely weak to everything she says. In the diaries, he's also shown to be pretty bitter but grateful to have Thalia

Analysis: Luke likes someone who can hold their ground. The boy is probably into women who can throw you on the ground without a second thought (amen).

2: Both Thalia and Annabeth(even though I strongly believe what he felt for her was a desperate need to feel loved one last time, were younger than him.

Analysis: Though not a pedophile, Luke prefers people who're younger than him just because he has a very big brother/protector complex.

3: He is shown to have excessive rage, sure, but he is also shown to melt to compliments that make him feel wanted by Thalia.

Analysis: He's probably into praise and approval by the people he likes.

4: Thalia- his first crush was punk, with black hair and electric blue eyes.

Analysis: Though the black hair and blue eyes may be variable, he's probably into goth/emo/punk aesthetics.

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Imagine Luke having such fatal devotion to someone yet excessive wrath as well- Baby you rip me apart yet all I crave is you. Imagine that manifesting as him absolutely pistoning you like a madman while going

'all f' me baby, all good f' me'