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Itafushi will never be canon because they are not faggots hope this helps!

this is fucking insane and i couldnt care less about canon hope this helps!

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Titan army week, Day 6 Prophecy/Curse

Lee Fletcher woke with a jolt, heart hammering against his ribs like it wanted out. Chest heaving and sweat slicking his skin despite the cool night air inside the cabin. 

Around him, the other bunks slept undisturbed. No monsters. No blood. No panic. Just his siblings sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the horror their brother had gotten a glimpse of. 

Lee sat up slowly, gripping his sheets like they could anchor him to now. The images still pulsed behind his eyes. The sight of Luke–his best and eldest friend, standing over a battlefield of broken children holding a dual-metal blade that burned with betrayal. 

There was more after that, mangled corpses of the innocent and the golden eyes of a stolen face, his own death, Kronos. All of it soaked together in his brain, mixing and melting to the point of impossibility. 

He didn’t know exactly what he saw, just that it was horrible and somehow at the fault of someone who’d been nothing but friendly to him for years. 

He didn’t know who had sent the dream, or what it meant. 

All he knew was that he needed answers.

And unfortunately, he knew exactly where to find them.

The son of Apollo found Luke at Zeus' fist, surrounded by the smell of ash and sweat, dark circles under his eyes and a cigarette tucked between his fingers. 

Usually Lee would join him, and they’d talk for hours about things that didn’t matter, avoiding the real reasons they were out of their cabins in the first place. 

But tonight he approached hurriedly, grabbing his friend's arm and speaking with a serious tone. “We need to talk.”

Luke raised an eyebrow. “What’s this about? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

The half-blood didn’t pause. “Not a ghost,” he said quietly. “The future.”

The son of Hermes blinked, cigarette hovering near his lips. “What?”

“I saw you,” Lee pressed, grip tightening on Luke’s arm. “In a dream. A prophecy. A nightmare– Whatever it was.You were standing over bodies, Luke. Kids. Campers. My siblings-your siblings! Starting a war, one that would destroy us.” 

Luke flinched, almost too fast to notice. That flicker of guilt and recognition, an admission that Lee almost didn’t want to accept.

“I don’t know what you’re planning,” Lee continued, voice trembling from both fear and fury. “But you’re hiding something, and I need you to tell me the truth.”

His friend was quiet. Too quiet. The cigarette burned down between his fingers, forgotten. “That’s not going to happen, I won’t let it happen.” He said at last.

Lee’s breath hitched. “So it’s true, you do know what I saw.”

Luke looked away, jaw clenched. “It’s not going to end like that, you have to believe me.”

“Then tell me what’s going on,” the son of Apollo demanded. “Tell me why the person who taught me how to hold a sword is about to start a war that endangers the very children he swore to love and protect.”

“I’m trying to fix things, Lee.” Luke’s voice cracked with desperation, years of pain bubbling up to the surface. “Camp is broken. The gods are broken. I just... I’m going to do something about it Lee, I’m going to stand up for myself, for us–all of us!”

The archer shook his head, recalling the grotesque images from his dream and trying to reconcile it with his friend’s words. “That’s not what I saw Lu! I saw the suffering of demigods-not gods!–our suffering” 

A silence hung between them like a glass balanced on the edge of a counter.

Then Luke quietly spoke. “Please don’t tell anyone. Not yet. I’m going to fix this, fix everything”

Lee crossed his arms over his chest, trying to comfort himself. “Promise me, promise me you aren’t going to hurt anyone.” 

The son of Hermes stepped forward to wrap his friend up in a hug, grateful and regretful all at once. “I promise.”  

Lee wanted to believe him. Gods, he wanted to.

But the image wouldn’t leave—tiny bodies crumpled and tossed to the side like discarded puppets, the golden eyes that belonged to neither of them, the broken thrones. 

He swallowed the ache in his throat. “Okay,” he said softly. “But if I see something-if you break your promise, I will snitch.”

Luke nodded once, sharp and slow. “It won’t come to that.”

They didn’t speak of it after that night. Not directly. Not even as things began to click and roll into motion. The new kid being claimed by Poseidon, a hellhound getting into camp, the lightning bolt going missing. 

It worried him, but the archer kept quiet. 

And then that kid came into the infirmary on his death bed, and Lee had no choice but to chase Luke down for answers again. 

And this time, there was no question, a promise had been broken and he’d been lied to. 

Lee found his target loitering by the treeline, a backpack slung over his shoulder and a hesitant look on his face, he didn’t get to react before a bow was drawn and an arrow embedded itself in a tree right next to his head. 

The first words out of Luke’s mouth were panicked. “Wait! I can explain, I promise–” 

Lee cut him off, teeth barred in aggression. “You just broke your promise! You lied to me and tried to murder a child! The dirt means more to me now than your stupid promises.” 

The son of Hermes held up his hands slowly, like his word held any weight now. “It wasn’t like that. He—he was never supposed to die–he’s not going to die” 

The archer took a step forward, bow still drawn, jaw clenched so hard it ached. “You poisoned him. You stood over him and watched him writhe! What part of that communicates you're not trying to kill him?”

“I didn’t want this,” Luke insisted, eyes wild. “it was never supposed to turn out like this!”

“But it’s what you chose! You tried to kill him Lu.” Lee shouted, voice breaking. “You promised me. You looked me in the eye and promised you wouldn’t hurt anyone, and now there’s a kid in my infirmary suffering because of you.”

The traitor flinched like the words had struck deeper than any arrow would’ve been able to.

Lee stared at him, searching for the boy he used to know. The one who taught him how to disarm a sword, how to read without hurting his eyes, how to hold hope in his chest keep it there no matter what.

He couldn’t find him.

The son of Apollo lowered the bow just enough to look his former friend in the eye, chest heaving and words sounding pained as he spoke. “I should’ve told Chiron. I should’ve told everyone, the second I had that dream. I stayed quiet because I thought you would never do something like that, I trust you knew better, I trusted you were still the same kind kid I’ve leaned on since forever."

Luke’s voice cracked as he stumbled forward. “I am! I still am.”

“No.” Lee said, voice colder than the Atlantic. “You're not, and you haven’t been for ages, I’ve just been too blind to see it.”

“From this moment forward,” Lee said slowly, like the gods themselves were eavesdropping “I curse you, Luke Castellan. For the blood you’ll spill. For the children you’ll send to die. For every oath you broke and every lie you’ve spoken with malicious intent.” 

He stepped closer, eyes glowing radiantly with his father’s power. “May your war end with you. May your mind and body rot in the jaws of what you thought you could control.”

Luke just stood there, too stunned to respond. 

The silence stretched for minutes before the thief simply turned around and ran. 

Faintly Lee could hear the sounds of chaos behind him, but instead of rushing back he just stood there, crushed under the burden his own secrecy had granted him. 

This wasn’t over, not for either of them. 

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The curse didn’t come true, not for years, and Luke and Lee both had begun to doubt its validity. 

It wasn’t until that day far in the future, when a blade finally lodged itself in Luke’s gut and Kronos uttered his last words through mortal lips, that Luke was reminded of the words that damned him.

His last thoughts were of the revenge the fates had inflicted on him for his foolishness, if only he had listened, if only he had changed. 

But he didn’t, and now here he was, bleeding out on a floor older than his mortal bloodline. 

Luke didn’t have the strength for last words, but that was only because they had already been spoken long ago. 

@titan-army-week

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Made something cos I felt this meme matched their dynamic a little?

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(They can't do anything because the evil forces are afraid of being summoned to Satoru)

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Dead Air 🧟 Chapter 2

http://ao3.org/works/66141730/chapters/172117963

“He didn’t get to finish his thought before the door swung open. 

Suguru whirled on instinct, dragging the girls behind him, wishing he had his staff, when a tall figure filled the doorway, stepping inside..”

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Happy Pride Month!!!!

Annual pride art! <3 Love these lil guys. Also a bonus this year - the not explicit but queer-coded gang:

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"you take it from here" GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE. STOP IMAGINING UR DEAD BEST FRIEND.

STOP HALLUCINATING UR DEAD BEST FRIEND.

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fuck ass ship

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fuck ass ship

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"I just couldn't wear a heartfelt smile in this world...."

i love his laugh, it's so unhinged and carefree, eyes closed, mouth open, eyebrows scrunched... i just know he accidentally snorts when he laughs, satoru probably lives for it

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Just shoot me instead. It would hurt less.

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happy fathers to HIM

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no i literally

For some reason my brain came up with and is thinking about the parallels between Luke Castellan from PJO and Geto Suguru from JJK

Because listen they’re both essentially a more “special” type of human that don’t fit into regular society as a result and are forced to stay in a boarding school/camp. At this place, they meet others like them and finally get a community, but end up going on a disastrous mission/quest that shakes their ideologies and purpose. They get radicalized and feel unappreciated and angry at having to be hidden from regular people. Then they start believing that since they are powerful they deserve a better place in society. Like they aim to fix a broken system but do it in the worst way possible??? Oh also they end up attacking their found family and then die as like a villain

But honestly idk I have not touched PJO in a while and probably misremember a lot of it lol… anyways plz tell me if I got stuff wrong 😭

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*about any given drawing* cranking the saturation slider will fix this