#not to be dramatic but i would die for this

[gaykingslayer]

I wish there was an RA book (or two) centered around a plague.... we are in the middle ages and John doesn't give us a plague? jail for a thousand years! The potential is endless... people were going crazy back in ye olden days because they thought the positions of the planets was responsible for them all dying, they were draining swamps because they thought 'bad air' was making them sick....please John do something.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Sveyko and her adoptive father, Sek. [Patreon | Commissions] [Context under the cut]

Sveyko struggled a lot with her emotional control as a child and often had apparent mood swings where she'd become incredibly violent or fearful for reasons others couldn't understand. She herself couldn't understand it most of the time and being so young it was difficult for her to articulate what was wrong. Her twin sister S'veyk did not seem to suffer from these issues, causing Sveyko feelings of deep inadequacy. Like she was stupid, a failure, no-good. She often thought to herself that if she weren't born and it was just S'veyk, everyone would be happier. The above illustration is a moment that happens after Sveyko attempts to run away. While bringing her back home, Sveyko starts fighting back against Sek and ends up striking him. Fearful and guilty, she immediately begins to cry and Sek wordlessly carries her home. At home, just outside the door, Sek tells her she shouldn't hit people and she apologizes. She won't look at him, trying to hide her face because she's still crying and thinks she'll be scolded for it. She worries that the only adult who's ever been kind to her...this is it. This is the moment where she's tried his patience for the last time. She wants to be better but doesn't know how and she's done it, this is the end. He's going to be angry with her. He's going to abandon her. Sek calls her name and she reluctantly looks up at him, apologizing again. But there's no anger in her father's face as he sinks down to one knee, looking her in the eye. "Sveykokam," he says, staring at her earnestly. "If it were possible for me to love anyone, it would be you." It's a moment Sveyko thinks of often and never tells anyone else. Even as an adult. She'll think of it until her dying day. "If it were possible for me to love anyone, it would be you."

[foodiegoogie]

the marauders x you when you unlock a streak with each other on tiktok

quick lil info! a tiktok streak happens when you message someone for 3 days in a row, and a streak badge (🔥) appears on the chat. then, hence the name ‘streak,’ it grows as you continue to exchange messages and tiktoks with e/o :]

note: heyyy 😋 it's been a hot minute since i posted anything worth of a read,, i was fighting for my life, finishing schoolwork HAHA but anyway, plz enjoy these headcannons in the meantime as i accomplish the requests rotting in my inbox, and continue my wips :P

"babe, are you okay? because our streak isn't. i need you to hold your end of the deal here!"

𓄃 let's be real.. james would be SO dramatic abt it. mans is devoted and loyal in every way, shape, and form—tiktok streak included!

𓄃 so when it does happen, he would never let you hear the end of it. ever. if he sees the lil fire badge on ur chat in grey and not orange? trust that he'll remind you to reply so the streak continues (indefinitely, in his preference)

𓄃 would send you the most unhinged of tiktoks; ranging from silly dances ("we should do this!!!" he would say), wholesome reminders of his love for you, and the whole shebang!!!!

𓄃 "haha this is so u" and it can either be smth super sweet n cute or smth he thought was funny but it isnt to u (in a funny way btw :3)

𓄃 but even tho our boy is a lil obnoxious most of the time, he understands ofc that realistically, the streak will have to die down for a few days :(

𓄃 but that's alright, no biggie! james is in love with u, enough to forgive u for not continuing the streak–

"are u mad at me?"

"what? no! jamie- no."

"okay :)"

(pregnant pause)

"baby?"

"yeah?"

"...our streak?"

"(sighs in fond exasperation)"

"dove, we need to talk about your screen time. yes, yes– i know, i'm a hypocrite for saying that. but my point still stands–"

☾ remus lupin is a total grandpa. in theory? nay. in essence and style? thru and thru baby!

☾ honestly i can imagine that at the beginning of ur relationship orrr myb the honeymoon phase, remus only has tiktok installed cuz a) u told him to bcoz u need him to see the stuff that comes up in ur fyp and b) it's the 21st century? it's basically this generation's newspaper now. get with the times!

☾ when a streak happens between u guys tho, it's him that accidentally unlocks it. why? oh! cuz he makes sure to reply and react to each and every single message and tiktok u send him!!! TEEHEE

☾ "oh look love!!! this is so us 🥺💞" and then 10 seconds (or less) later a notif pops up, rjlupin reacted with ❤ to your message

☾ he may follow up a reply of either "i love you" or a "ur so cheesy 😂"

☾ once remus gets the hang of it tho, he would absoluuuutely be committed to the streak.

☾ all he ever sends u is date ideas and book recs (coming from solid booktok accs btw, he isnt stupid) and those really wholesome hopecore tiktoks or slideshows of rly hard-hitting quotes that he thought was nice and thinks u should see as well :((

☾ but he's highly aware (as the quote above this hc suggests) that keeping this streak up is a team effort, and he's aware that u guys r similar in the way that ur both sleep-deprived 😭 and are prone to staying up late at night, doom scrolling on whatever socmed app or stuck inside a gripping chapter of a book :>

☾ it’s even gotten to the point where he just knows ur up at the same time he is, especially late at night. and so when the clock strikes midnight:

dove, u need to sleep. goodnight ❤️ no, YOU need to sleep ❤️ goodnight ily i love u too 🥰 but seriously, go to sleep. but our streak 🥺 it wont die. anw, im facetiming u so i know ur sleeping

☾ BONUS HC OMG ?! he would so totally be one of those bfs who would video call u as u guys r going 2 sleep and OFCCCC IT ENDS UP BEING U FALLING ASLEEP FIRST AND HIM SMILING CUZ HE FINDS U SO ADORABLE LIKE THIS AAAAA

“seriously, love? you know my love for you goes beyond sending you tiktoks every day, right?”

✶ sirius black, the nation's "bad boy", would actually be so bewildered by the whole thing LMAO he'd tease u endlessly my dude. Endlessly.

✶ but at the same time, he would secretly be kind of excited abt the whole thing :3 like what? he gets to spam u on tiktok with purpose now ???? he would (NOT) like to apologize for the nuisance he's about to become, actually

✶ the tiktoks that sirius sends u are mostly of biggg fashion accs showing off their wardrobe and doing mix n matches of diff clothing n stuff,, bcoz Duh !

✶ OH and he also sends u those rly well-made typography edits of lyrics from 70s to 80s songs because, again, DUH !

✶ he would soooooo send you those tiktoks that go "send this to ur friend and ask which berry u are!" and act all nonchalant abt it but would literally complain abt how u think of him as a raspberry, of all berries. i mean:

BUT BLACKBERRY WAS RIGHT THERE?? HOW COULD U MISS SUCH AN OPPORTUNITY??? then why did u even bother to send me this siri.... OH IM SORRY I GUESS IT WAS WRONG FOR ME TO EXPECT THAT WE'D BOTH THINK THAT I'D BE A BLACKBERRY sirius.... bffr dont 'bffr' me rn, im literally named Sirius??? treat my name w/ respect u brat!!??

✶ usually tho along with the fashion tiktoks, he'd send u the weirdest kind of shit ever. like corecore?? trippy skits??? creepy animations?? u name it, sirius will probably share it with u!

✶ if u somehow get suspiciously unresponsive in ur chat w/ him tho, which threatens the streak, he would worry loadssss like, "baby, you didn't reply to that tiktok i sent you earlier today. did i do something wrong?"

✶ ^^ kinda similar with james in a way HAHAHAH

✶ BONUS HC AS WELLLL but sirius would totally, absolutely post thirst traps of himself on tiktok.

✶ but then he'd always post them under the privacy setting of 'friends only,' and then tag u SPECIFICALLY in the captions bcoz "oh this? this is for your eyes only, love."

AHHHH OMG this is my first time doing hcs!! i hope this format was ok w u guys hue hue :3 thanks 4 reading as alwayz 🫶

[misstiramisssu]

I am having an aggressive emotional hangover after playing the To The Moon Beach Episode and need to talk about it. I want to talk to other fans about it but alas, I am alone in my fervor rn.

Polite spoiler break (just in case) but tldr I am satisfied with the end but also an aggressive romantic so I've just been CRYING

How dare Neil say the things he says and do the things he does? The man's been dead since the first game? And yes this whole series has always been about managing grief and loss and living life to the fullest and we knew, we knew, we KNEW he was going to die but the undying flame of hope still burned in my heart for a sliver of happiness for these two but we instead get to see our beloved Eva crumbling and broken in the wake of her closest confidant's passing and how she has to keep going on despite that. Yet she keeps crawling back into the comfort of his last gift to her and ruminating in a world that'll never be. I'm aching FOR these sweet characters never being canonically able to express their feelings, to share a shred of their reciprocated feelings... and that's okay.

Part of me wants to read and write fan fiction where they get to simply be. The fantasy and all... And that's part of what fan fiction is for... At the same time, I jokingly wonder if that would be doing the same thing as Eva, ruminating... It's a dramatic stretch I won't linger in but I hope my intention comes through?

And what really got me was how dare this man only tell her he was in love after he died? And by his computer shadow self? That must have been so devastating for her to hear. Though she doesn't say I love you too in the game she's upset that he made that decision for her and is so reluctant to let him GO? That she fights with the virtual version of him to have the one she actually loves even if it's only an echo of the self? It's so MUCH.

I AM DISTRAUGHT AND CAN'T STOP CRYING.

[ihopesocomic]

I feel like a lot of media with gory insta-deaths like Karabi aren't written with an understanding of how hardy animals are. Hope getting monched in any other comic would probably be her end, but that's just not how it works. There's muscles and thick skin and while animals often do die because of injuries, it's almost always the infection, slow bloodloss, or being unable to feed themselves/run away that does it. Throats don't just get ripped open lol even if it is more dramatic for them to.

Yeah exactly! Lions have been jabbed with horns and kicked by giraffes and a lot of them shake it off LOL but I think the most enraging thing in MP besides Nothing's face is how Quickmane was able to bite through Starmane's... mane, and kill him LOL not possible. Manes are thick and made for the specific purpose of protecting from bites from other lions. But if I had a nickel for every lion fact MP got wrong. Argh. Maybe I should do a list one day lol - Cat

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MP lion anatomy be like: the windpipe is at the back of the throat, near the spine. Trust us. lol - RJ

[justhere4thevibez]

MY BABY IM SORRY YOURE POORLY.

I would like both sick!eddie and sick!chrissy headcanons with what the other would do to help them feel better.

More asks incoming.

Ahhh thank youuuuuu!!!

Okay, Eddie and Chrissy would be total opposites both when sick and when taking care of someone else who's sick.

Eddie's such a hoverer when Chrissy's sick, but he doesn't really know what to do. He can, like, heat up soup from a can and put on a movie and stroke her hair, but he doesn't really know how to practically take care of someone while they're sick. He just wants to help. Unfortunately for him, Chrissy's absolutely a "leave me alone to die" person when she's sick. She doesn't want anyone around and would rather stew in her own misery. Eddie, of course, doesn't allow that, and Chrissy gradually learns to let him take care of her.

Chrissy's the total opposite when Eddie's sick. She knows exactly how to take care of him, what cough syrup to buy, how to check for temperature, all of that, but she doesn't really know how to comfort someone when they're sick. Her mom never did for her (which is partly why she's so averse to being comforted while sick) so it's a skill she has to learn. And she learns most of it when Eddie takes care of her and has to put it into practice once he falls ill.

When Eddie gets sick, he's a total drama queen about it. He needs all the petting and comfort and sympathy, and he absolutely milks that shit for all its worth, pathetic coughs and everything. Chrissy falls for it the first time, until Wayne comes home, sees Eddie sniveling dramatically while wrapped up in a comforter when he'd been almost fully recovered the night before, and yanks it off his shoulders with a "quit your playacting ed" and then Eddie sheepishly admits that maybe he's on the mend after all.

[kurishiri]

13 . . . alfons main story

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— cw: discussions on mortality, written depiction of blood, self-deprecation, angst.

Kate: Alfons.

Alfons: Yes, what is it?

Kate: ...Show me your body.

Alfons: ...In such a place? My, how naughty you are.

In an exaggerated manner, Alfons shrugged his shoulders in a teasing gesture.

Kate: Say what you will, but you will be showing me your back.

When I tried to maneuver behind him, though, he pressed his back to the wall.

Kate: Gosh, just why are you doing this!?

Alfons: I do, as a matter of fact, have a bit of an aversion to showing my back to others.

(He doesn’t want to because of a bit of an aversion!?)

(Besides, what absolute bollocks... I’m sure Alfons——)

Kate: You covered for me and got shot, didn’t you...

Alfons: Why, hardly. As far as I’m concerned I would never make such blunders.

[1] Don’t dodge the question. (+4 / +4)

[2] I don’t believe you.

[3] Really?

Kate: Are you seriously still dodging my question...!?

Alfons: Well am I now? I can’t seem to recall.

The way he shrugged his shoulders held a bit of a dramatic flair.

And after he had a giggling fit, he suddenly fell silent, as though at a sudden loss for words.

Alfons: .........

His gaze on me was so direct, it held nothing back as it pierced through me, and even though he didn’t utter a word, I almost faltered from it.

Alfons: ...You have always been like this, haven’t you.

A: Even if you don’t check on me, you wouldn’t be riddled at all by fear and anxiety... and yet here you are, still trying your best to seek the ‘truth’ to a foolish extent.

His gaze seemed to scrutinize me, as though he were looking at me through the glass of a mirror——

And without thinking, I grabbed his collar and pulled it toward me.

Kate: If it’s foolish, then so be it. So just show me...

With that, I lifted the rim of his coat.

Kate: ...!

There were blots of crimson on his white shirt.

(I knew it, he really did cover for me——)

Alfons: ...See now, you’ve gotten hurt yet again.

(And even in a time like this...)

I hardly took to that ridiculing tone, to be sure, but I could also hear consideration laced in his voice, causing my chest to constrict.

Kate: Aren’t you the one who got hurt, though...?

When I spoke back, this time I took off his shirt.

And there on the flank of his back was a crimson wound.

Even the deepest part of his wound seemed superficial, so there wasn’t a lot of blood.

(Oh, thank goodness it’s not a severe wound... but still.)

Kate: I’m really sorry, I was careless then.

Alfons: Now, now, nothing you did warrants such earnesty.

A: It was hardly your fault at all, so your apology is only wasted on me.

Alfons was still kicking as usual, his complexion remaining unchanged to the point him getting grazed by a bullet at all wouldn’t have even crossed my mind.

Kate: What do you mean, my apology is ‘only wasted’...

(Yes, he is fine now, because the bullet just happened to pass by him...)

(But, if the trajectory had been even slightly different...)

Kate: You do know you could have died then and there though!?

Alfons: People are meant to die, without exception.

Kate: …But, wouldn’t you find it unpleasant to die in a place like this, having covered for me?

Alfons: Never did I say that.

Kate: What...?

And then, what I heard thereafter made me question my own ears——

Alfons: No matter at what time, in what place, and for what purpose I die, is this not simply an ending you could find anywhere else?

I could only stare at him, rendered speechless.

The way he spoke made it seem as though he spectated even his own life as something of a play from the side.

Kate: How could you treat something like this... like it’s so trivial...

K: Don’t... don’t you have something you want to do, or any regrets and whatnot...?

Alfons: ...Hehe.

A: Indeed, I would imagine someone of your nature to be positively riddled with such things, no?

Kate: ...

At that moment, I recalled something Roger had said.

—— Flashback ——

Roger: Hey, lil lady, what if I said that guy’s got no weakness up his sleeve? What would you do then?

R: If he doesn’t have anything he can call precious, then it won’t matter how much insults, disdain, anger, or hatred you hit him with. None of it could hurt him.

R: If he was the type of guy who thought stuff like ‘I couldn’t care less about the things before me’ and had no will to live in reality, what would you do?

—— End flashback ——

When I had first heard those words, their meaning had passed over my head.

But now, I felt like I could finally grasp what he was getting at.

(Alfons treats his own body like a tool.)

(After all, he sleeps with others with no strings attached, and he uses his ability on others as well...)

By doing so, he could masquerade that he was enjoying himself, and while he cast convenient illusions for others, he would open his heart to none nor would he linger about in a single place...

It felt as though he might end up vanishing into thin air.

Kate: If you go off and die so suddenly... everyone in Crown will be saddened.

Alfons: Ahha! Goodness, surely you jest.

Seeing him laugh my words off only made me worried.

Kate: And what of Lord Elbert? Aren’t you two something along the lines of childhood friends who go way back?

Alfons: Yes, I suppose. Although I do feel I meddle a tad too much in his affairs as well.

A: Well, all that said, there isn’t much to worry about with him, dare I say. No matter how much sadness he ends up facing, he wouldn’t ever give up living.

A: For you see, his Curse is that of ‘greed’ and——

Kate: Okay, and what about me...!?

K: Because... I would also be sad if you went and died...

The words seemed to well up within me, overflowing.

Alfons: ...I would imagine. You’re such a kind soul like that, after all.

A: But even so, once the month passes and you return to your normal everyday life,

A: I reckon the most you will remember is that there was some wicked man in there in passing...

A: And eventually, you will come to forget it all.

The more he spoke, the more Roger’s words seemed to hold a deeper meaning...

That being to Alfons——his own life was so trivial, he wouldn’t bat an eye no matter when it was taken from him.

Not only that, he would get derisive, insisting that there could never be a soul in this world that would grieve if he did die.

And all of that saddened me to no end...

Kate: ...But... you... to me, you are already a part of me...

K: So much so... it wouldn’t just fade like that...

Alfons: Well, I’ll be, your words do flatter.

Those ashy gray eyes reflected nothing and no one.

It was as though he was saying he had no will to live in the same reality I was in, simply looking on at me from the sidelines.

(This feeling swirling in my heart, one I could label neither as sadness nor anguish...)

When I thought about how such feelings were beyond him——

(Please, won’t those hollow eyes you bear)

(reflect me clearly?)

Alfons: ...!

On an instinct, I pressed my lips on his.

We’ve kissed countless times before, but my heart pounded in my chest now, as though this time was the first.

Kate: ...

And when I quietly withdrew...

Alfons: .........

In direct contrast with the way my heart was pounding to the point it might break, his eyes bore an icy look,

causing my chest to throb.

Alfons: ...This would be the first time you took initiative, no?

Kate: ...I...

K: I just... the fact that you wouldn’t even believe a word when I said I’d be sad if you died...

K: ...made me so sad, and...

My words stopped there.

(I don’t want to give up, and yet...)

It was more than clear from his eyes that the kiss just now did next to nothing to convey any words I wanted to say.

Alfons: ...What a foolish little robin you are, to feel so saddened over me.

A: And if I may remind you, I do see you as my plaything.

A: ...So tell me, when you think of your favorite toy in your childhood, do you know where it is now?

A: Or even before that, do you remember what said toy even was now?

Kate: ...

Something in my heart seemed to be smashed to pieces, much like a mirror.

Alfons: Even if I end up becoming a large part of your life, I cannot say the same of myself for you.

A: I only speak for your own good when I say to think of me as nothing more than a convenient playmate.

And the fragments of said shattered mirror pierced through me then.

But even so, I couldn’t bring myself to slap him across the cheek, scolding him about how he was the utter worst.

Kate: And... are you telling me you would throw away your life just like that for a mere ‘plaything’?

Alfons: Exactly.

A: My own life holds about as much worth as a little tin soldier anyhow.

(So this is——‘reality.’)

He was simply breathing, as though he were flickering in and out of existence.

To him, life was naught but something out of a play, perhaps a way to simply kill time.

(...Why...?)

(Just why do you live like this?)

Perhaps there was something in his past——or maybe his future that caused him to feel cornered into living this way.

I did want to ask this. And yet,

the pain in my chest made it hard to breathe, and I couldn’t so much as open my mouth.

Elbert: ...So they were here.

Roger: You two sure took your time getting out of there, so we came searching for you guys... and sure enough, here you are.

All of a sudden, a familiar voice caused me to look up.

There stood Roger and Lord Elbert, who apparently ran after us after hearing the ‘voices.’

Elbert: ...Al, are you hurt?

Alfons: Yes, minorly.

Kate: The bullet... it seems like it grazed the side of his back.

I was more or less able to steady my breathing, trying to give an answer as calmly as I could, but even still my voice ended up trembling.

Elbert: ...Are you crying by any chance, Kate?

Kate: N-no, I just... I’m just in a bit of shock...

Elbert: ...I see.

In truth, Lord Elbert had probably seen right through me.

But even so, he didn’t pry any deeper, instead supporting Alfons by the shoulder.

Roger: ...So? How did the mission go?

Alfons: Why of course, as swimmingly as it gets. And with that, let us return to the castle, yes?

——In the end, Alfons’ wounds were superficial, just as they had looked on the surface.

Roger had said it was so shallow there wasn’t even any need to suture it...

...but out of worry, I still found myself before Alfons’ room.

(...Even when I knock, there’s no response.)

(I did hear that he was resting in his room, but... I wonder if he is actually in there.)

The possibility that he was sleeping did cross my mind, but I felt a strong urge to see his face,

and while I knew I shouldn’t do so, I reached for the doorknob, and——

Kate: ...Sorry for intruding...

It was my first time in his room, and I noticed how, strangely, it felt as though there was not even a hint of anyone having lived in here at all.

One could think he would loathe to leave a single trace of himself behind, seeing as there was not a single possession he could call his own.

Even the tall mirror was covered, and if I were told he had just moved in here today, I wouldn’t have doubted it one bit.

(So this is... Alfons’ room...)

Only a calm fragrance filled his room.

It was a very clear one that reminded me of a flower soaked in the night dew: a far cry from the hodgepodge of fragrances he seemed to usually have on him.

And within it all, Alfons was lying on the bed, his eyes closed.

(Thank goodness. He’s still here...)

He seemed to be sleeping, and so as to not wake him, I stood by his side as quietly as I could.

Kate: ...I’m really sorry, coming in here without asking first.

K: It’s just... I kind of wanted to check to see if you were hurt, or had gotten sick...

K: And I felt you would end up disappearing into thin air before anyone could notice——

As I stared at his sleeping face, I felt an inexplicable urge to touch him, causing a pang in my heart.

(Ever since finding myself in Crown, I came to spend the most time with Alfons.)

He would do away my anxiety and fear that threatened to consume me in the most ridiculous ways,

and although he would never show what was in his heart, he would carve nothing but momentary pleasures in my body...

(And before I knew it, he had made his way into a place in my mind as well, to the point I could hear his voice in my head.)

He would laugh, saying life was naught but a tragedy and give anyone and everyone an illusion of pleasure,

all the while treating himself lightly, as though he were nothing more than a disposable tool——

He was dishonest and wicked to the core... just as he was an ever so kind, nightmare of a man.

(If he steals my heart as well, I will only end up hurt.)

(...I know that, and yet...)

His voice, the sensation of his fingers, the warmth of his skin, and his scent... I couldn’t ever forget them.

Not even after this month passed and I left the castle.

(I can’t let this end as a dream.)

After all, such feelings could never be an ‘illusion.’

Kate: ...Alfons.

K: It seems like... I have fallen for you.

When I murmured this, though——

Alfons: ...Well that is nothing short of a nuisance.

to be continued…

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[stealingyourbones]

Every day i read a post where people write that “Bruce Wayne has an adoption problem” or that Danny is adoption bait on the first second of seeing him, not even knowing if he has a want of vengeance and a sad backstory and parallels to Bruce, and every day I want to softly cry in a corner.

[mari-lair]

boys

[weevmo]

it's his comfort song <:[

[crowlixcx]

[grandwretch]

i do think peak comedy is a steve who is absolutely aware of the effect he has on people, but has never felt that way towards anyone else-- the closest he got was with nancy and robin, because he loved them both in different ways, and sometimes he felt like he was going to go insane if he didn't talk to them or touch them right now, but it was never like he had seen other people act about him. robin and nancy made him a better person. they didn't drive him to ridiculous levels of violence and obsession. maybe people in hawkins were just fucking weird.

and then he meets eddie, falls in love with eddie, and he's like... yeah, okay. alright. no, i get it. if anything happened to this guy i would steal the nuclear launch codes.

[swordoffrivolousthings]

Thoughts about Heroes of Olympus and how it could have been better.

Sometimes I think about what would have made HOO a better series. And I'm not talking about the obvious 'too much focus on romantic relationships' and the lack of usage of certain characters or the dumb ending.

I mean the little things that would change so much (mainly character dynamics but also worldbuilding i.e. Camp Jupiter and Gaia's reasoning)

Some of the points are inspired by @crisisreading and their posts. They are the first I saw raise some of my own points so! part 2

Make the ages vary more in the main cast, trust me

Let Percy, Annabeth and Grover get older by 4-5 years. Let them become adults and find themselves outside the godly war. Let them even finish college, I wouldn't get mad. Let them do anything beside being teenagers.

I promise this would make the dynamics more interesting. Percy and Annabeth will be more mentor figures, than fellow comrades. This would create some distance between some of the them, but ultimately create something fun. Piper would come to see some aspiring female figure in Annabeth (I think this would ether be positive or negative, depending how Annabeth changed as a character over the years, but I tend towards negative). Leo would potentially have someone older to exchange ideas with. Jason would possibly feel intimidated by Percy's vastly superior age, prowess and experience, instead of being able to clash heads with him.

Hazel would have not one, but two that people that would play parent to the others' reckless behavior. (go snort your harmful stereotypes up your ass, Riordan.) Frank, when telling Percy and Hazel about his stick, would possibly find in Percy a kind hand (not that he wasn't kind already, let me explain) and Percy would probably share with him this feeling of vulnerability - not dump it on Frank - about having your life tied to a specific thing. I mean his Achilles heel, with which he would have lived for far longer.

And a whole lot more.

2. Add Grover into the series as a perspective character

You have a new trio dynamic introduced in the first book of the series. Let the original trio interact as main characters and let us see how their relationship has changed.

Grover's opinion on the conflict between the gods and Gaia would be important. He is the Lord of the Wild, and Gaia is the literal personification of the Earth. Let us see his struggle between the loyalty he has to the gods and his friends and his powerful feelings towards protecting nature.

Also, he would act as a protector for the demigods. Because while I enjoy Hedge, he is not enough to keep them safe.

3. Throw the bullshit about Gaia getting revenge for Kronos' defeat out of the way

Gaia, as mentioned before, if the personification of the Earth. One of the first gods to emerge from Chaos.

Gaia can, of course, keep her resentment for the gods defeating the son that freed her from her pain (caused by Ouranos initially). But she is a mother goddess. She should want obliterate humanity because humans are slowly killing her. Painfully. She wants to survive and the only way she sees how if by killing all the humans. She wants to save her children, aka animals, insects, nature, and the only way she sees is bloodshed. Gods are not rational in their anger, no one is. So let her be angry and vengeful and out for human blood.

DO NOT MAKE HER A FUCKING VILLAIN, MAN! Make her an antagonist, but someone's whose ideals are worth taking in and adapting. Kinda like Luke about the demigod and minor god recognition. Where have the themes of the original series gone? Remember, an important theme in BOTL was protecting the environment. It was one of the most important moments when Pan faded. Do not let that go to fucking waste. Especially not now, in the world we live in.

4. Show the effects the war had on Camp Half-Blood. Hint it at Camp Jupiter, when Percy does not have the memories to corelate it with

We've had years since the end of the Second Titan War. How did the gods change the course of events ? (the victors write the histories) How much of Luke's reasoning for starting the war was erased. (hint, all of it.) Show us how much the perspectives were shifted and how much the people that fought in it were made into martyrs and villain, basically becoming caricatures.

Let us feel how much this hurts Percy, Grover and Annabeth. How it had impacted and impacts their trauma, grief and utter horror. The younger, newer campers see them as wonderful, all-just and loyal heroes of the gods. The way they hate it.

Good moment to implement the new cabins for the gods and let the new ones forget that it wasn't always this way. Let Percy's demand to the gods be forgotten, shoved under the rug. The tragedy unfolds, use it.

Since in Camp Jupiter none of the main characters have fought, let us see the subtility. Let the older legionnaires be ragged, scarred. Older and weary, with eyes glassy and suspicious. Have younger recruits have this heavy air around them. They know what happened, what killed most of the older people in the legion.

Have Jason, Hazel and Frank see these things in Annabeth, Grover and Percy too. They realise that oh. oh. these three have fought in the war, of course they would. Show them gain respect for the trio. The same kind of respect they have for the veterans back home.

5. Cut one of the Seven from the prophecy.

I know this seems radical, but it is a symbolism thing, which I think would be more interesting in a world based on Greek mythology.

It is established in PJO that three (3) is an important number: 3 Olympian sisters (Hera, Demeter, Hestia), 3 Olympian brothers (Hades, Poseidon, Zeus), 3 Fates, 3 quest members, 3 Furies, 3 godly realms (the Underworld, Olympus + the sky, the seas). Use this.

Give us six (6) prophesized heroes. It is, after all, the second most used number in the series and a multiple of 3.

I suggest Annabeth. Why? because she has her quest from Athena. Let that be her top priority, while hanging out on the Argo II to get to Rome. Let her bond with the younger demigods and have her possible death be always on her mind. Bring her hubris into play and she would think herself the chosen one, the one demigod child of Athena to survive. This would make her falling into Tartarus with Percy not letting her go more taxing on her psyche.

Show us how she hates herself because she took one of the principal quest members to certain death. She feels like she'd jeopardized the whole saving the world thing.

Cut the Seven to Six and let Annabeth die in Tartarus. Show us why a single-man quest is a death sentence. Why three (3) is such a valuable number.

6. CONSEQUENCES!!!

Jumping straight off the last point.

Change why Annabeth would end up in Tartarus. Make her ignore the string around her ankle because she thing that nothing bad can happen to her now. After all, Arachne is gone, right.

Let this be her undoing. I do not care how she dies, but make her choices, her hubris, be her undoing. Do not let her death up to a chance, a mistake or miscalculation. Show how toxic Tartarus is, because we do not see it enough, but make it Annabeth's idea, the plan by which she dies.

Do not make it Percy's fault. Let him try to do everything to keep her alive, but still failing. Attack his sense of loyalty, his self-esteem. Show how the experiences and her death affect him.

Bring the trauma from the last war back in those chapters, in a place where demigods leave something behind.

To less drastic things - let the others get hurt. Permanently. Show how this life affects and damages people physically, too.

Have one lose an eye, another get horrific scars. Lose a limb, a part of themselves. Do not make it seem like any other could have gotten the same wound.

Tailor them to their character, their pride and their skill. Hit them where it hurts most and let us see how it changes them.

Also, about Leo. Kill him too. The fact that he ended up alive is a deux ex machina. He should have suffered the consequences.

Also also, bring back the fatal flaws. They are missing from the series. Play with them, show why they are important parts of their characters. Bring back ancient Greek fatal flaws, and new ones that make sense in a modern world.

Hurt them because what hurts them is part of who they are. Show us why the Greeks invented tragedy.

7. Age up the target age. Go more young/new adult

I understand that PJO was made for middle schoolers. But the target audience had grown up alongside the characters, and as such they have matured.

This is why I said to age Percy, Grover and Annabeth up further. Leave some distance for the old and new readers to get up and personal with the new main characters. Have them find common ground with the new demigods but have their anchor in the old ones.

Make the readers work to understand and refamiliarize themselves wit the older demigods. Because they've changed.

Targeting a more mature audience allows exploring n. 6. The realistic consequences of living with the fear that something will come and eat you. How just a little mishap could change you for life. (or what has been left of it)

Please do not go grim dark. Show that despite this all, their purpose has not stopped existing. A life exists outside of your appearance or disability still exist, and while it would be hard, do not lose hope.

8. Hope, or lack of its importance in the Heroes of Olympus series

Alongside other callbacks and reinforcements of PJO's lore, where is Elpis (hope)? Why doesn't she appear as a larger theme in the books? I don't know.

Elpis is still in the jar, having been used as a threat of defeat. But now Kronos is gone. Have Gaia use it as s symbol for her own cause.

Make hope Gaia's argument. The most important part of why her cause stands. Gaia is waking now because there is no hope for the betterment of the planet while in human - and therefore godly - grasp. She wants to save the planet, but they, the destroyers, are opposing her.

Hope is what she wants to bring back. The hope that death will not be the end of life, but further evolvement and betterment of all species.

This argument is what the counterargument should unravel. All species? Why are humans considered irredeemable, unworthy of becoming something greater?

Why can't they not coexist and why can't humans learn how to care about the world surrounding them.

Make hope for humanity and for the environment not a question of if they are capable to coexist, but how we can manage that. Humanity and nature are not mutually exclusive, but two halves of the same whole that need each other to sustain their longevity. Yes, nature can exist without humans, but humans can't.

This does not mean that the best way forward is to kill all humans.

There is no need for hope in HOO because there are no greater questions being asked about topics that require hope, because otherwise we would descend into nihilism and fatalism.

9. Give the gods reason to act the way they act, or a look at a greater narrative problem in the series

I may be generalizing, but the gods act erratically and make choices convenient for the plot, as it is, to happen.

Hera: how, specifically, does she know that Gaia is rising and what her plans are. Why is she against Gaia, when the older goddess has a track record of helping the Olympians on different occasions in the myths. Why does she decide to act when she does, how she knows that the king of the giants (whatever his name may be) is coming after her right then.

We don't know.

Athena: we understand why she wants the Athena Parthenos back. Why not force the Romans to give it back. After all, she is a goddess, even if the Romans don't respect her as the Greeks did, she has power and sway over them. Why send her children, a supposedly important part of what brings her glory, to a near-certain death. Is it misguided vengeance, an obsession to get the statue back at all cost, or simple cruelty. These reasons could apply very well to sending the Romans, yet she doesn't.

Zeus: why lock down Olympus? Paranoia, which fair, but you are a King, why wouldn't you look after your subjects? (bc Riordan chose to ignore part of his characterization in the myths and part of his godly domain) (I know kings aren't perfect, but after the last war, one would think he would do everything in his power to stop another one before it begins) Why not seek justice for Octavian's lies, that affect their ability to win the war, and kill/imprison him? Justice is part of his domain, as Zeus Nomius.

I know that we wouldn't necessarily need these answers, but without some of them, some choices left hanging seem to be there only to add to the drama and danger of it all.

All in all, I have many problems with the 'Heroes of Olympus' series. Some of them are nitpicks and personal preference as a high fantasy reader in my free time. Some of them would really add to the story and continue the themes of PJO.

Please ask me if something wasn't clear to you. I'll happily explain further.

If you find something you don't agree with, let's discuss. I'm open to changing my opinions.

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It seems there are 4 truths the Hannibal fandom can agree on:

1. Jack Crawford is terrible at his job (and is just terrible in general)

2. Will is a sweaty little man with a helluva face card

3. The FBI is both aware of the shit Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter are pulling and have unanimously decided it’s better for everyone to let the murder husbands be together. It’s not that they’re oblivious. They’re just tired of the gay murder simps and want to make them somebody else’s problem.

4. Hannibal is a simp but make it

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