#what clovis is gonna do???

[iamrizaka]

For the pjo hunger games AU, maybe the traitor demigods can be bought?

Like Hades's realm is getting unmanageable. He hates walking through the fields of punishment to make sure the grounds, the equipment, the souls are all working as functioned. Maybe he buys a few demigods to do it for him, fitted with collars or something to make sure they can't escape or disobey.

Maybe Hephaestus buys out his traitor kids as a percieved mercy. As much as he resents/is angry for them turning, he can't stand to see the other gods use and abuse them. So he buys them and makes them do grunt work for the rest of their lives, and they live on the outskirts - knowing their father cares just enough to protect them from other gods abuse/lust, but also knowing that their father doesn't love them. They spend their days cleaning up his workshop and melting unused metal while Hephaestus carefully goes over his favored children's work with love in his eyes and compliments on his tongue, knowing they'll never have that again.

OOHH they absolutely can!! Winners are only bought by the twelve olympians and they are not the furniture or servants, but the Avoxes can be used by every non-minor god.

Nico would be the first to know (the usual) about what gods are doing to the traitors, because his own father will have some working in the Underworld. He would have to swear on Styx to not tell anyone about it (like with Greek/Roman), but will anyone find out about it this time?? I think yeah

And Hephaestus buying his own children to not let other gods abuse them IS an act of mercy there. They work all day, yes, they live who knows where, but their lives are more or less okay, because they are sort of in their element and they don't know what other gods do to their servants, because that just doesn't happen to them.

#i have an idea that clovis (who is in chb) met will (who is on olympus) through a dream #and found out what happened to those who werent forgiven of treason #make the situation worse if will tells him that annabeth was the one to build the arena where the older demigods fought and died #but annabeth talked about her designs for mount olympus before #she didnt mention this arena #what clovis is gonna do??? #hades #nico di angelo #hephaestus #pjo #pjo au #pjo hunger games au #percy jackson and the olympians #rizasks

[mediumgayitalian]

“Piper?”

“Here.”

“Damien?”

“Here.”

“Clovis?”

No answer. Nico reaches over and pokes him, hard, and the son of Hypnos startles awake long enough to manage a garbled, “Present!” before nodding off again. At Chiron’s nodded permission, Connor procures an airhorn from what appears to be thin air, grins, and blares it right next to Clovis’ face. He shrieks, flailing off the chair, and would have slammed his face in the ground if Nico hadn’t caught him by the back of the shirt.

“Thanks, man,” he says, yawning.

Nico hauls him back upright, patting him on the shoulder. “No problem. I’m gonna let you fall next time.”

Clovis eyes him warily, shifting at Nico’s too-wide, sharklike grin.

“Noted,” he mutters, sitting straight to try and stay awake. “Jerk.”

Nico pats him on the shoulder again. “There, there.”

Chiron continues with the attendance.

“Butch?”

“Here.”

“Miranda?”

“Yep.”

“And…” Chiron sighs, peering through his reading glasses. “Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one…” He glances down at his clipboard, slowly tapping his pen on the edge of it. “Where is Will?”

A groan ripples through the gathered campers.

“Just start without him!” someone shouts, sinking into their chair.

“He always takes forever!” another person agrees.

“Almost like he’s busy running the infirmary that keeps us all alive,” Lou Ellen says drily, but her one vote of confidence is drowned out by several dozen other voices, all complaining.

Before Chiron has to deal with too much of a coup d’état, the rec room door creaks open, and Will comes strolling in after it, ignoring the heaps of boos and launched ping-pong balls at his tardiness. The beam of sunlight from the one dusty window seems, suddenly, to become a great deal stronger, highlighting the blonde of Will’s hair and strengthening the gleam of his easy grin.

“Perforated artery,” he explains cheerfully, settling down in the one empty chair. “Rogue Ares cabin mine went off. Had to do emergency surgery.”

No sooner are the words out of his mouth does he kick off his flip-flops, curl up in the rickety wooden chair, place his head on the nearest shoulder — Pollux, this time, who rolls his eyes affectionately and shifts to be more comfortable — and immediately starts snoring.

“Well,” says Chiron after a moment. “Let’s begin.”

“Wait,” Clovis complains, “how come he gets to sleep?”

Instead of answering, because there is no delicate way to say because he’s my favourite and I am a giant hypocrite, the centaur moves on. He gracefully avoids the various mutterings and calls for mutiny, instead running through the usual cabin check-ins at the speed of light to delve into the more interesting — and therefore distracting — things, such as Personal Grievances. This portion of monthly head counsellor meetings is Nico’s favourite, because he gets to sit back, be silent, and watch a bunch of teenagers yell at each other for his own personal amusement. On especially great days, he communicates with Connor through a series of complicated hand gestures to coordinate betting pools. Today, he is up seventy-two dollars. (Did he throw the pool by betting against himself and then inventing a fight with Chiara? Yeah. Did he cut her a deal for halfsies beforehand, making this technically fraud on two counts? Yeah. Can anyone prove it? Absolutely not. Suck on that, Stoll. You wanna be beat at your own game any day of the week? Nico’ll beat you at your own game any day of the week.)

As he’s accepting three dollars from a huffy Nysa (obviously the physical altercation count was going to reach six, c’mon, doesn’t she pay attention to these things), a hoof stamping the ground makes Nico jump.

“Boys,” Chiron says tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose, “that’s quite enough.”

Both campers immediately burst into louder arguments, continuing to flail and smack at each other as their voices get more and more raised and illegible.

“Boys!” Chiron stamps his hoof again. This time, they fall silent, staring at the old centaur with flushed, guilty faces. “Sherman, get Malcom out of that headlock. Malcolm, we are not building a pig pen in the dining pavilion so the Ares cabin can ‘eat in an environment more suited to their mannerisms’.” He pauses, nodding in acknowledgement. “As funny as that was, it was entirely inappropriate to say. Apologise at once.”

“My throat is too bruised to do so,” Malcom grumbles.

“My throat is too bruised to do so,” Sherman repeats, mockingly. “Gods, it’s like you’re asking for me to jump you.” At the immediate catcalls and jeers that follow, he reddens, hastily shouting, “Like mug! Jump like mug him, guys, like beat him up! Shut up! Shut up, or I swear I’ll —”

“Sit down, boys,” Chiron says, banging his hoof again. “For Hera’s sake. It’s like you want to embarrass yourselves further.”

Nico snickers with the rest of the counsellors as Sherman and Malcolm return to their seats. In their desperate attempt to separate from each other to assure their status as Heterosexual, Guys, Please, they manage to bump into each other, losing their balance and collapsing on a heap on the floor, more tangled than before. Predictably, this makes the flailing worse, which is unfortunate for them and their misery but a source of great entertainment for everyone else. Among the hooting and hollering and camera flashes, Chiron sighs, putting his head in his hands and muttering something about teenagers and being too old for this shit. Or something.

“If everyone’s quite done,” he says finally, ignoring Connor’s quip about how he could watch a few more minutes, actually, “I would love for this meeting to end. I have to do something that doesn’t involve teenagers for several hours. All of you exhaust me.”

“Except Will,” Sherman says petulantly, scowling at the still-sleeping medic. Pollux, who by close proximity has become endeared to the human disaster (Nico knows the feeling; he’s still convinced Will has weird powers that mess with one’s oxytocin levels by virtue of smiling as there is no way that someone so annoying can be so simultaneously endearing), glares somewhat protectively.

“Sh,” he hisses, at the same time Chiron says, “If the rest of you spent less time trying to kill each other and more time trying to fix the consequences of said attempted murder, I would be more lenient.”

Lou Ellen speaks up. “Also, Will has that whole cute, can’t-stay-mad-at-me thing.”

Various campers nod and mutter in agreement.

(Nico knew he wasn’t the only one.)

Nyssa clears her throat. “If we’re ready to return back to the actual meeting, I have a point of discussion.”

Chiron nods, gesturing for her to continue.

“The vans are breaking down,” she says bluntly. “Again. Because they’re, you know, older than everyone in the room.” She glances at Nico, frowning. “Well, except for him.”

Nico sniffs haughtily. “Youngin’s, these days,” he says, shaking his head disdainfully. “No respect for their elders.”

Chiron raises a bemused eyebrow. “…Indeed. Nyssa?”

“I need parts again. Preferably from that place in Virginia? They don’t ask questions and price fairly. That would be best. Only I need the van to go get the parts, so. You can see the conundrum I’m in.”

“Easy fix with the chariot,” Chiron decides. “Can someone wake Will?”

“Gladly.”

“Without the airhorn, Connor.”

“Aw. I’m not doing it, then.”

“How tragic. Pollux?”

Gently, the son of Dionysus taps Will’s cheek, shaking him until he blinks awake.

“I was totally paying attention and I think we should go with the second option,” he says, yawning.

“Not asking you to settle a debate, but nice try,” Pollux says.

“Well, shit. That one usually works.” He flicks still-tired eyes around the room, smiling when his gaze rests on Nico. Nico rolls his eyes, willing down the heat to his cheeks. Judging by the teasing edge Will’s grin takes, it does not work. “Whattaya need, then?

“The chariot,” Nyssa says. “Vans are breaking down again. I need a part from a shop in Roanoke.”

Will straightens. “Like, now?”

“In the next day or so, yeah.”

“There’s a strawberry delivery on Saturday,” Miranda pipes up. “So sooner rather than later.”

Will nods. “Yeah, that works. Hell, I can probably be back by —” he checks his watch — “late tonight, honestly. Just gimme the part number and —”

“I kind of meant that I could go,” Nyssa interrupts, looking at him strangely. “I know what the part looks like. I just need to borrow the chariot.”

Will presses his clasped hands to his face, inhaling deeply.

“I would absolutely love to lend you the chariot blessed by my father who has gone totally silent,” he begins, in a tone that makes Nico think that he would not, actually, absolutely love to lend out the chariot blessed by his father who has gone totally silent, “only that the last time I lent someone this super important chariot it came back in pieces.”

“I remember.” Nyssa levels him with a look. “I fixed it.”

“Exactly! So you appreciate how much I would like it to not be broken. In fact —”

“Alright,” Chiron interrupts, holding up a hand. “You’ve made your point, Will, the errand is yours. Choose a buddy to lower the chances of you dying and check in before you leave.”

Predictably, this choice is not well-recieved. Because why would things be easy?

“Totally not fair,” Sherman protests, the loudest of all complainers. “Will’s no less likely to break it just because his cabin thinks they own it —”

“Finish that thought and I will curse you in twelve different ways for the next eight months, Sherman.”

The Ares counsellor snaps his mouth shut, sensing the new, hardened edge in Will’s voice. “Noted.”

“He’s got a point, though,” Damien hedges. At Will’s glare — boy, is that chariot a sensitive topic, Nico is noticing — he holds his hands up, shrugging his shoulders. “We draw straws for small errand-quests, Will, you know that. It’s not fair that you just get to call dibs.”

Will takes a long, slow breath, fingers pressed to his temples. When he looks back up, his expression is flatter than the entirety of the Midwest, jaw set and eyebrow raised. He narrows his eyes, contemplating, then clearly comes to a decision, nodding to himself. Everyone watches with bated breath as he climbs up to stand on his chair, folds his hands together, clears his throat, and says, voice carefully controlled, “Who can guess how many surgeries I’ve done in the last week?”

For a long moment it’s so silent that Nico can hear every rustled shirt as people fidget, every aborted cough and uncomfortable swallow. Will’s eyes are piercing, and he takes the time to stare at every individual counsellor until they meet his eyes, squirming, and look immediately away.

Nico’s impressed. Sometimes he forgets how godsdamn rigid Will’s backbone is.

Finally, someone offers a guess.

“One?”

“Try four,” Will corrects, smile more like a bare of teeth. “I have not had a circadian rhythm since I was thirteen years old. I sleep when I can. And yet, somehow, you clumsy fucks manage to near kill yourself at the exact moment my subconscious even considers approaching REM sleep, every single time, and then I get to spend my next several hours piecing your sorry ass back together by hand, since hymns barely work right now. If I have to see another surgical pin I am going to stab it through someone’s eye. Am I making a point?”

No one answers.

“‘Cause I can make it clearer,” Will drawls.

“No need,” Chiron says hastily. “The quest remains yours, so long as there are no further objections.”

Wisely, no one speaks up.

“Perfect. Nyssa, if you’ll stay behind with me to iron out some details, everyone else — dismissed.”

The tense air immediately evaporates as people practically spring out of their seats, sprinting for the door. Nico is among the last to leave, having to stay and stop several fleeing demigods to collect his wares. On his way out, a heavy arm slings over his shoulders, and he’s suddenly enveloped by the intoxicating scent of lavender body wash and pure sunshine.

“Get off me, Solace,” he complains immediately, coming up to wrap his hand around Will’s forearm in the guise of shoving him off. Will is entirely unfazed, holding him tighter.

“But I have a proposal.”

“Take it elsewhere.” He ducks out of Will’s hold and sweeps his legs out from under him, sending him sprawling with an oof. Unfortunately, he doesn’t look any less sunny and smiley from the ground, somehow making it work for him, actually. He settles against the soft grass, sighing, hair fanning out like a golden halo. He pats the spot next to him, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in the late morning sun, and Nico swallows roughly, joining him.

“You wanna come with me to Roanoke?”

“Yes,” Nico says automatically. Will grins, and he flushes. “I mean, I guess if I have to. Loser.”

“Ever so grateful, Neeks.”

“You should be.”

He keeps his voice prim and superior, attempting to uphold his image, and since he is delusional he convinces himself he’s successful. Will, though, is entirely undeterred, lazy smile still on his face and arms stretched above his head, the picture of unbothered. A sliver of skin shows where the hem of his shirt rises and Nico ignores it. He doesn’t even glance at it, or the glint of Will’s belly-button piercing, at all. Nor is he aware of Will’s shorts riding up, or the curve of his calves as he crosses his legs. All of these things go unnoticed. Obviously.

“I have a proposal for you, if you’re done checking me out.”

Nico shoves his flaming face in his knees. “Did you know that in all the corners of the Earth I have been to, I’ve only encountered three things uglier than you?”

Will’s grin only gets wider. His eyes, even, start to get squinty as the force of his smile squishes his cheeks. Entirely unsubtly, because Will is the least subtle person alive, he reaches out and sends a wave of calming energy into Nico’s body, slowing his rapid heart rate.

“…Right.”

“Three things, Solace.”

“Of course, of course.” He removes his hand, graciously allowing Nico the space to breathe and remind his lungs that their job is not voluntary. “I’ll come pick you up in a half hour? Wear a jacket.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Nico pauses. “Yes.”

“Stellar.”

“God, you say such nerdy things unironically. How do you have friends?”

“I dunno.” He gets to his feet, brushing the dirt and grass from his shorts. “You tell me.” He leans down and presses a smacking kiss to Nico’s hair. Nico presses his fingers into his eyeballs until they hurt, screaming silently into his palms.

He waits until the smacking sounds of Will’s stupid flip-flops retreat before braving the world outside his little ball of misery, squinting at his retreating form.

“I think I should get a lobotomy,” he says out loud to himself, because, realistically, if his braincells are already spilling out of his ears like loose quarters every time Solace so much as smiles at him then there’s not much to lose, is there? and stomps off to his own cabin.

Out of spite, he chooses the New York Giants jacket he got from Percy, just because he knows Will hates it.

That’ll show him who’s bossing who around.

Totally.

———

next

#love love love everyone knowing nicos crush including will himself and nico just continues to refuse to acknowledge it #so so funny to me #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo & will solace #nico di angelo/will solace #nico/will #will/nico #solangelo #pre solangelo #pining nico di angelo #whipped nico di angelo #down bad nico di angelo #hijinks and shenanigans #longpost #my writing #fic #you know you’re up too late when you hear your dad starting to get ready for work 🤡🤡 well shit

[raphael-angele]

Nico's Big Brothers

Nico: Conner, can you open this please. *gives him a can of peanut brittle*

Conner: Did Travis okay this?

Nico: Mhm.

Conner: You know you can't eat these kinds of things without drinking water directly after, right?

Nico: Yep.

Conner: Where's your water?

Nico: *points to glass on table*

Conner: Alright *opens can and spring snakes pop out*

Conner:

Nico: :)

Conner: Classic *impressed*

---

Nico: Travis!

Travis: What's up, kiddo?

Nico: Annabeth gave me homework. Can you please help me?

Travis: Yeah, sure. *pulls ups a chair and sits on whoopee cushion*

Travis:

Nico: :)

Travis: *pulls out whoopee cushion from underneath him* ...I'll teach you better pranks if you get an A in this.

---

Visiting an Aquarium:

Percy, carrying Nico: Nico, c'mon. Look at the pretty fish.

Nico, burying his head in Percy's shoulder: No! I don't like the ocean! The ocean is scary! It's gonna eat me!

Percy: *sigh* C'mon. Look, there's a turtle over there.

Nico: *looks hesitantly*

Percy: See? Over there. *points to turtle* Say, "Hi, Mr. Turtle*

Nico: *waves* Hi, Mr. Turtle.

Turtle: *waves back*

Nico: GAAASP HE WAVED BACK! PERCY, HE WAVED BACK!

---

Nico: GROVEEERRRR! *running*

Grover: Woah! Woah! Woah! Nico, calm down. What's wrong?

Nico: *opens his palm to show a baby bird with a broken wing*

Grover: Oooh.

Nico: I think she fell from her nest. B-but you can heal her right? Or Juniper can?

Grover: Nico, I'm sorry. Juniper or I don't have healing powers

Nico: B-but, we can't just leave Beanie alone! He's tiny and just a baby! He needs his family!

Grover: *sigh* I know. C'mon. We'll go to the Apollo cabin to see what they can do. Then we'll put him back in his tree.

Nico: I'll still get to see him, right?

Grover: Of course.

---

Jason giving Nico a tour of Camp: And that over there is the arena. It's where we train.

Reyna: Jason! Who's that?

Jason: Oh, Nico, this is Reyna. She's my best friend. Reyna, this is Nico. He's a visitor.

Reyna: We don't accept visitors

Jason: He's an exception. Diana asked us to-

Nico, playing with a dummy sword: Jason, I'm hungry.

Jason: Aww, okay. Let's get you some food.

Octavian: What are you two doing? And what is that? *points to Nico*

Reyna: Back off, Octavian.

Octavian: No. That thing needs to leave. This place is-

Nico: *throws his dummy sword at him*

Octavian: OW!

Jason: Nico!

Reyna:

Jason: Octavian, are you okay? Do you-

Nico: *throws stones, sticks, and whatever he can pick up from the ground at Octavian*

Jason: Nico, you can't-

Reyna: Wait, give him five more seconds to learn his lesson

---

Nico: *wakes up from his afternoon nap*

Alice: Oh, looks like someone's awake from his nap

Nico: Clovis...

Clovis: *picks him up* I'm here, kiddo. You need anything?

Nico: Hungy...

Clovis: Alright. Let's get you some food. Did you have a good nap?

Nico: Mhm. I had a good dream

Clovis: Aww, tell me all about it.

---

Nico: Charlie.

Charles: Yes, Nico? What is it?

Nico: Can you make something?

Charles: It's kind of what we do here. What do you need?

Nico: I made my sister mad.

Charles: What happened?

Nico: I almost broke her bow. So I want to make it up to her.

Charles: So you want me to make her a new bow?

Nico: Not exactly. *shows paper*

Charles and other Cabin 9 kids: *looks*

Charles: Oh, wow. That's...that's certainly something.

Nico: Can you make it?

Charles: Maybe like...2? 3 weeks?

Soon:

Bianca: Hey...Charles, right?

Charles: That's me. What can I help you with?

Bianca: Nico said that he had you make something for me?

Charles: Oh, so you're Nico's sister. Yeah, I have what he asked for. *hands over case*

Bianca: What is it?

Charles: *opens case* He felt bad about almost breaking your bow so he had me make you this. *shows violin*

Bianca: Oh, wow. That's...very generous of you. All of you.

Charles: That's not where it ends. *pushes a button at the top and the violin turns to a bow*

Bianca:

Charles: He had blueprints and everything.

Bianca: I'm going to say something I swore I'd never say. Oh my Gods.

Charles: *chuckles*

Bianca: How much does he owe you?

Charles: Ah, it's on the house. It looked really cool and all of us wanted to take a shot at it. It was fun enough for us to make it.

Violin

---

Nico: *crying cuz he fell fown and scraped his knee*

Lee: Nico, calm down.

Nico: It hurts!!

Lee: I know, kiddo. I know.

Nico: I want Bia!!

Lee: Michael already called for her. Just be a good boy and keep still, okay?

Nico: *nods*

Lee: Okay, there we go. *blows on his wound and applies betadine*

Nico: Can I get a lollipop later?

Lee: Well, if you're a good boy, I can give you one in your favorite flavor. *patches him up* And we're done. See? That wasn't so bad, right?

Bianca, coming in: Nico?

Lee: Over here. He's fine. He just scraped his knee. Nothing a little betadine can't fix.

Bianca: Oh, good. Thank you.

Lee: Yeah. And he was a very strong boy. *shows lollipop jar* Here you go, Nico.

Nico: Yay!

---

Michael: Good. Don't close your eye. It'll be harder if you do. Stand properly

Nico: *does as he's told*

Michael: And...release.

Nico: *shoots an arrow bullseye* I DID IT!!!

Michael: YEAAA! *picks up Nico* Aww, great job, little man.

Nico: DID YOU SEE IT? MICKEY, DID YOU SEE IT?!?!

Michael: I saw it. And it was perfect. C'mon, let's go tell Bianca.

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #nico di angelo #grover underwood #jason grace #travis stoll #conner stoll #charles beckendorf #michael yew #lee fletcher #bianca di angelo #reyna avila ramirez arellano #clovis #baby nico #percy jackson incorrect quotes #pjo incorrect quotes #incorrect percy jackson quotes #incorrect quotes

[dollfaceksj]

hey clovy! i’m already looking forward for the next drabble <3 friday and weekend better come faster

hehe im glad u were patient <3

can’t afford love | myg (m) #4

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you stare at him for a second longer before slowly starting to nod your head. “fuck, okay.”

he frowns for a moment longer before gently sighing. he places his hands on the back of your knees and pushes them all the way to your torso, spreading you out for him

you gasp at the strength he uses to do that, a scowl creeping on your face. “i’m not a doll!”

he simply ignores you, eyeing your sex for a few seconds before closing in on it

his tongue come in contact with your slit, licking a thick stripe up from your hole to your clit and it makes you slightly shiver under him

you glance down at him and you’re met with his eyes closed, nose nudging your clit as he licks all around your pussy

taking his time

eating you out

like he’s been starved

tongue swirling all around, slurping, sucking on your clit

and this is exactly the reason why you didn’t want any fucking foreplay

because his head game is insanity-inducing

you try your best to keep quiet

refusing to let him know the effects his tongue have on you

yeah you’re childish for that

you hate to say it

but your exhusband is the best pussy eater in the fucking world

the way he uses his tongue is literally inhumane

your thighs clench, tremble and it’s getting harder to actually keep yourself quiet

a soft whimper leaves your mouth without permission and you instantly slam your lips shut

you glance down at him again but this time he’s staring straight at you, mouth still on your quivering pussy

he leans back, hands still gripping your thighs

“you good?” he asks, lips and chin glistening with his saliva and your slick

you blink at him a few times, chest dramatically rising and falling

you slowly nod, involuntarily clenching around nothing

he glances down at your pussy again, just in time to catch the clench which he smirks at but decides not to comment on

you fight the urge to roll your eyes but there’s not much energy left when all of it’s going into you trying to stay as still and quiet as possible

but your plan horrible fails when he starts sucking on your clit with all his might, slurping and attacking it with his tongue

“fuck!” you cry out, hips involuntarily grinding up into his face but he simply keeps going, slightly shaking his head from side to side to give you even more friction

you try to keep quiet, slapping your hand onto your mouth and keeping your cries and moans quiet as he sucks you for all you’re worth

he doesn’t pay much attention to anything else, just focused on eating you out to the best of his abilities with his eyes closed

it reminds you of all the times he’d eat you out

he loved it

sometimes he’d just eat you out for long periods of time, for fun, for his pleasure, edging you and he wouldn’t ask for anything in return either

literally would just come home and find comfort in eating you out

even when you were busy

scrolling on your phone, reading a book, watching tv

he always had his mouth on you

you always called it his oral fixation because he just can’t keep his lips off your face or shoulders or neck or just anywhere on your skin

there’s a sudden intrusion and that’s when you realize he’s plunged two of his fingers into you which automatically makes you arch your back up off the bed

“oh, my god!” you moan, hands flying into his hair as you tug on his roots, trying to pull his face towards you as you grind into his mouth

he continues, slurping and sucking and your moans turn into extreme ragged breathing when the familiar knot in your stomach starts forming

“i-” you pause, “i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum,” you sob as you start clenching around his fingers, back completely arching off your mattress

he speeds up the pace of his fingers as his lips close around your poor clit, continuing to abuse it with his mouth as he pushes you towards your high

your orgasm finally washes over you and it makes your entire body tremble for several moments, tears pricking in your eyes as you cum all over his mouth and fingers

the squelching sounds are disgusting yet delicious, and fuck, you don’t think you’ve ever wanted him as bad as you do in this moment

“fuck, i’ve missed this,” he mumbles but you can barely register it as your body shakes with euphoria

he lets you ride out your high, tongue still licking all the nooks n crannies in your pussy until you’ve stopped trembling and push against his head

he slowly pulls away but not before placing a soft kiss to your pussy

you try to catch your breath, arm draped over your eyes as you focus on steadying your breathing

he softly strokes your thighs. “how are you feeling?”

you swallow thickly before parting your lips and after a moment of silence, you reply, “real fucking good.”

a soft chuckle leaves him as he sucks his fingers clean and gets onto his knees on the mattress

“you need a minute?” he asks quietly, gently rubbing circles onto your stomach which you try not to flinch away from

you can directly feel him rubbing circles around your loose skin and it makes you so insecure

“no, let’s get on with it,” you say once you’ve calmed down, removing your arm from your view to glance up at him and subtly pushing his hand away from your stomach

you really don’t want to be in this position any longer than you need to be

“okay,” is all he says as he slides his boxers off and tosses them off the bed

your eyes automatically drop down to his erection, rock hard and screaming for attention

he knows how much you love his dick and you wish he didn’t

you slowly glance up at him and he’s staring right at you

with the most smug look on his face that you wish you could just SPIT on

you blink a few times before shifting awkwardly on the bed

he holds onto one of your thighs whilst guiding his dick to your leaking sex but not before dropping a dribble of saliva directly onto your pussy

holy shit

you almost moan at the act but quickly stop yourself

“ready?” he asks, tip of his dick nudging your hole

you nod, holding onto the eye contact with him but he’s got other plans

“—to fall in love with me again?” he adds after you’ve already started nodding your head

….

he’s so aggravating

just as you start scowling at him and reach out to hit his shoulder

he slowly starts pushing into you

your brows instantly furrow together and your mouth falls open at the intrusion, the burn in your walls bringing soft tears to your eyes

your hand stays frozen in the air, just before you can hit him

his brows are scrunched together and his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth

you wrap so tightly around him

“are you okay?” he whispers as he slowly pushes further until he fully bottoms out

you gasp once he’s nestled fully inside of you. “y..yeah, sorry. it’s uh,” you pause, “it’s been a while.”

and it has been

you haven’t had sex

since your last time with yoongi

which is a year ago

he blinks at you for a few moments, still buried in you

“you’re so tight,” he pauses, “relax for me, y/n.”

you take a deep breath and take his advice, slowly letting go and trying to relax

“that’s it, baby,” he whispers as he places one hand next to your head against the pillows which makes him completely hover over you

he needs to stop calling you baby

everywhere you look

he’s there

you take another deep breath before saying, “move.”

he slowly pulls out, keeping the tip inside before pushing back in carefully

he does that a few times and the burn is slowly shifting into pleasure

and you need more

you say, “faster.”

he stares into your eyes for confirmation until he slowly starts rocking his hips faster into yours

you try to keep quiet but occasionally, pathetic moans spill from you

“fuck, you sound so sweet,” he mumbles as he leans down, burying his face into your neck and pressing his lips against your skin. “i’ve really missed those pretty sounds you make, love.”

he needs to stop talking to you like this.

“yoongi,” you warn and it comes out as a pathetic whimper but he simply pecks your neck

“yes, say my name.” he slowly starts rocking into you harder

it almost feels like his way to shut you up to let him kiss your neck and sweet talk you without you bringing up your dumb rules

your moans get increasingly louder as he continues to fuck into you, your whole body jerking from the impact

he then pulls away to stare down at you, catching your fucked out eyes and your agape mouth as sweet moans escape your throat

his eyes glance down at the way your breasts bounce from the momentum of his thrusts and he doesn’t wait another second before he tugs the strap of your teddy off your shoulder to expose your right breast, grabbing a handful of your boob as he snaps his hips into yours

yoongi has always loved to touch and fondle you and you’ve always loved it as well

you want to call him out on it but you don’t want him to stop

because it feels so fucking good

yoongi has always loved your body but he was absolutely enamored with you when you were pregnant

you’d never had taken him for that kind of guy

but he proved you wrong back then

the words that leave your mouth escape without your permission, making you want to scream into the void

surprisingly…

“you liked it when they were filled with milk, right?” you question, blinking up at him with a certain look in your eye

WHAT IS WRONG WITHYOUUUUU???

why the hell would you ask that THATS WEIRDDDD

you watch as his adam’s apple bobs up and down

he grunts in response and stays quiet for a few moments as he continues to knead your breast. “is that wrong?”

your teeth sink into your lower lip. “no.”

“then, yes.”

another moan spills out of you when he pinches your nipple but releases your breast not long after, placing his hands on each side of your waist against the mattress

your legs automatically wrap around his waist to cage him in, keeping him firmly pressed against you and it makes his lips slightly curl up into a smirk. “don’t want me to leave?”

“kiss my ass,” you mumble in response as you bring your hands up to squeeze his biceps

“i would if you’d let me,” he says, the pace of his hips slowly increasing. “you’re still so damn beautiful. i must be crazy.”

what the fuck

you almost moan at his words but quickly restrain yourself

those are responses he’d always give you whenever you would said stuff like that and now it reminds you of the old days with him

:/

get yourself together!

“think you can cum for me again?” he whispers, eyes dropping to your lips for a split second as you quietly moan

you lick your lips as your hand travels down your stomach, reaching your clit and gently rubbing it

you moan at the sensitivity, legs starting to shake

“i’m,” he pauses, “i’m close. last chance to back out,” he jokes

you pinch your brows together and smack the back of his head

him making it seem like ur using a second child as an excuse to get dicked down by him again… he’s crazy!!!

crazy.

“ow,” he chuckles but not long before he unhooks your legs from his waist and wraps his own hands around them

pushing your legs all the way to the mattress as he picks up the pace and snaps his hips into yours

“fuck!” you cry out at the change of angle, speed and impact

“can’t fucking wait to fill you up again,” he mumbles, his ragged breathing fanning over your face. “my favorite thing in the fucking world.”

ugh

how can he just

say this to you

no problem

even though you’re ovulating

and the most sinful words are bubbling in the back of your throat

there's almost a physical resistance, keeping you from admitting how much you love being under him

or on top of him, if you will

“i’m gonna cum,” he whispers. “pussy too fucking good. nothing compares.”

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

fuck

he needs to stop talking or things are gonna get out of hand

and really bad for you

cause why are you .. bummed that its already over?

:////

his hips stutter and it doesn’t take long after for him to finally paint your walls with his warm cum, the squelching of his dick fucking his cum into you is almost embarrassing but in this moment it only turns you on even more

“fuck,” he whispers as he fucks his load into you, eyes shut and lip trapped between his teeth

you moan alongside him, having a perfect view of your poor sex being pummelled by his

after riding out his high, he stays buried inside of you, grunting as he tries to catch his breath

cum leaking out of you

heavy breathing

skin to skin

you finally make eye contact with him as you try to catch your own breath

“give me a second,” he mumbles as he hangs his head low after letting go of your legs

“for what?” your voice comes out hoarse and fucked out

he glances up at you like you asked something absurd

he frowns for a moment before speaking again and saying;

“i asked you to cum again, didn’t i?”

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[beuatifulbuttercup]

titan army shit bc it's the only thing keeping my life together

Billie: Lou Ellen… Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Lou Ellen: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Billie: Billie: I wrote sanitize, Lou Ellen.

Valentina, wearing shades: Rule one of destroying the world. Valentina: does finger guns You gotta look good while doing it.

Ellis: Where did you get that tomato soup? Clovis: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

Luke: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges.

Valentina: I never said I was gonna get back together with them. But I was thinking, they're in town, would it be the worst thing in the world if I gave them a call? Silena: No. No, Valentina, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It would be the fourth worst thing. Number one: a super volcano. Number two: an asteroid hits the Earth. Number three: All the Evel Knievel movies are lost. Number four: Valentina calls Ellis. Number five: Billie gets eaten by a shark. Billie: I’m Billie, and I approve the order of that list.

Alabaster: Why am I the bad guy? Ethan: I don't know, why am I the pretty one? We all have our thing.

While the Squad is in a battle Luke, trying to warn about the location of an enemy: To the left! Chris: Take it back now y'all!

Billie: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face. Valentina: Valentina: I like you.

Luke: We've got to find a way to cut down our expenses. What can we live without? Ethan: Ellis, probably.

Ethan: You're pathetic! Lou Ellen: You're pathetic-er! Alabaster: You're both losers.

Silena after Chris went insane: Chris, can I ask you a question? Chris: Sure, anything. Silena: Why don't you go back to your own house and leave us alone?

Ethan: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway. Luke: Ethan: Vroom vroom, come out already.

Billie: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Alabaster's birthday invitations. Lou Ellen: Well, what are they supposed to say? Billie: "Alabaster's birthday". Lou Ellen: So, what do they say instead? Billie: "Alabaster’s bi". Lou Ellen: Lou Ellen: Works out either way.

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #titan army #lou ellen blackstone #billie ng #ellis wakefield #valentina diaz #chris rodriguez #luke castellan #silena beauregard #ethan nakamura #alabaster c torrington #alabaster torrington #pjo incorrect quotes #this was in my drafts for too dam long

[freddie-77-ao3]

pjo characters as quotes

Thalia:

“I *Audible sigh* I really can’t believe I have to say this, but *another sigh* when someone tells you not to run down the stairs, you do not jump out the window. Thank you.”

"Legally all of us are dead except Percy, so sir, the cops are going to have a lot of trouble finding records of us.”

“For the love of Zeus? What love? He doesn’t have any, except for himself and power.”

Nico:

 “As the only person here who did not, at one point or another, have a crush on Luke Castellan, I’m choosing where we’re eating today. And it's Mcdonalds.”

Travis:

“I have to wonder how many ping pong tables Clarisse has destroyed in her time at camp, oh wait no i don’t. The number is thirty-seven”

“I am a very good person, I just choose not to act on it.”

“Good fucking gods- wait no, the gods aren’t good. Uh, fucking gods. Yeah, that seems more accurate.”

Connor:

‘I have enough money to last for the rest of my life, but I have to die by tuesday.’

“I will pay a nickel for the first person to kill me. Please and thank you.”

“I’ve made a lot of bad decisions today. Most of them involve the soda machine at noodles and co.”

Clarisse:

“Oh, me? I’m the tooth fairy, here to steal your bones.”

“zeus may have fucked his way through the family tree but Percy's gonna fight his way through it.”

Clovis:

“Obviously he has harvesting god trauma, I mean: Titan of time, Goddess of Springtime/Queen of the Underworld, Kronide 2.0, Trip-oh something.. “ about nico (Kronos/Persephone/Demeter/Triptolemos)

Miranda:

“All of our most emotional, important, or depressing conversations happen over a ping pong or card game, and I’m not entirely sure that’s healthy.”

Chris:

“What am I? Well, personally I think of myself as human, but I suppose technically I’m only half human, so maybe just a being of pure chaos. As for why I’m on your lawn, I have no clue, sir.”

Cecil:

“Hold on, if I’m jewish, and you’re an atheist, then who’s going to acknowledge the god in the kitchen?”

Drew:

“What? Ignoring a situation? There is no situation and therefore I have nothing to ignore.”

“My fuck, do you remember that time when Miranda bought a parenting book, and then highlighted it and added names according to the issues everyone had? Say what you will about her, but that was the ultimate power move.”

Malcolm:

"I would say get a room but yours is the same as mine, please try to remember that."

"Morning? Sorry, that wasn't meant to be a question. I mean, I know it's morning. But I meant 'good morning'—"

Katie:

“You look delicious… i mean beautiful- wait, pretty? Handsome? Hot? Yeah. You look hot today.”

Percy:

“Who needs health? I have chicken nuggets.”

#pjo #incorrect quotes #clarisse la rue #percy jackson #katie gardner #malcolm pace #drew tanaka #cecil markowitz #chris rodriguez #clovis #miranda gardiner #travis stoll #thalia grace #nico di angelo #connor stoll

[jedi-enthusiast]

I saw you had thoughts on the Codywan v Anidala lightsaber exchange and I need to hear these juicy details, please and thank you ☺️

Ask and you shall receive!

Everything I'm gonna outline in detail below can basically be summarized as this-

"Anakin and Padme--for all their talk about how much they love and trust each other--don't actually trust each other. Meanwhile Cody and Obi-Wan never really talk about trusting each other, but it's obvious that there is a natural trust between them. The lightsaber exchange represents this."

-----

In RotS and in the later seasons of TCW, it's pointed out or shown multiple times that Anakin and Padme do not trust each other, even on the most basic level.

In the RotS novelization, Padme is talking with some senators about possibly opposing the Chancellor--but one of them insists that they'll need to backing of the Jedi to do that. Padme then says that there is one Jedi who she trusts above all else...and then is promptly horrified when she actually thinks about it and finds that Anakin doesn't make the cut--and then has a mini-crisis about it and puts the blame on others for their shitty relationship ('Oh Ani, what are they doing to us?').

In the whole Rush Clovis arc of TCW, we see how mistrustful Anakin is of Padme--going so far as to put himself in the middle of them every chance he gets.

Now some might argue that it's Clovis that he was mistrustful of but, call me crazy, if I trusted my partner and I was in Anakin's shoes (aka having to let Padme get close to Clovis for the greater good of the galaxy, because it could help them win the war) then I wouldn't be putting myself in the middle of them all the time. I would trust my partner to remain faithful to me or, considering the situation that they were in, only be unfaithful as a last resort. I also wouldn't get mad at my partner when someone else tried to kiss her, even after she said no. Which Anakin does.

All of this adds together to show that, despite what he says, Anakin doesn't actually trust her.

Early in TCW we actually see the seeds of this as well, even though it's not framed that way.

In "Hostage Crisis" we open up the episode by watching as Anakin tries to convince Padme to take a vacation with him, despite her still having work in the Senate. He then proceeds to give her his lightsaber and repeatedly state how much he trusts her, basically going-

"See? My lightsaber is supposed to be a Jedi's life, how can I not trust you if I'm letting you hold it? See how much I trust you?"

then blah blah blah the rest of the episode happens.

It's not framed this way, but to me that actually shows a level of mistrust and insecurity in the relationship. I don't know about you, but the only time I tell someone I trust them, unprompted, is when I don't actually trust them but I'm trying to convince them that I do. Otherwise I don't need to say it, because I show it. That's what I see in Anidala.

Now, in contrast, let's look at Cody and Obi-Wan.

Multiple times in TCW and then in RotS, Cody keeps Obi-Wan's lightsaber safe when he loses it and then returns it to Obi-Wan later--and we can assume that it happens more than is shown because Cody even has a lightsaber clip on his armor which, as far as I'm aware, is never shown on any other clone in any of the shows or movies. It's specific to them.

It's never mentioned between them, though. Ever. The most they do is flirt tease a little (as shown in the RotS novelization), but Obi-Wan never tells Cody "oh wow, I let you take care of my lightsaber, look at how much I trust you" or even has that moment of thinking it to himself. It's never brought up, because it doesn't have to be.

The two just naturally trust each other, Obi-Wan naturally trusts Cody with his life--both his physical one and the life represented by his lightsaber. There's no need for convincing or to make it some big spectacle, it just is.

As @dreamerkath commented under one of my posts, "CodyWan is the balance that Anidala couldn't achieve."

Cody and Obi-Wan are everything that Anakin and Padme try to convince themselves they are...and neither of them burned down the fucking galaxy to show it.

#sorry for the long post #I just have a lot of thoughts on this #star wars #codywan #anidala #anti anidala #anidala critical #anti anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker critical #the clone wars #revenge of the sith #pro jedi #sw prequels #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #jedi enthusiast's fandom debates

[david-talks-sw]

What does Yoda mean when he says "rejoice for those around you that transform into the force"? why does he want Anakin to be happy after losing someone and not mourn or miss them

Here's the thing about Scene 77.

Yoda's in a situation where Anakin is giving almost no information, to the point where Yoda literally needs to complete his sentences for him. As seen in the Revenge of the Sith script:

If Anakin's only gonna give him vague information, Yoda can only give generalities. And Yoda speaks in riddles.

So, with regards to the part about "rejoicing for those around you who transform into the force", that's simply Yoda’s way of saying "when you're sad, try to remember the good times you had together".

This is also fair advice. He’s not telling Anakin “how dare you mourn or be sad instead of laughing! Bad Anakin! Start dancing and celebrating! Now!”

He’s telling Anakin to cherish the moments he had with that person that’s about to die, which will, in turn help him accept that inevitability, come to the conclusion that they had a good run. Instead of pulling back from these fears and this pain, he should face them head on and accept that it's happening.

It’s very general advice, granted. But it’s good advice.

And if Anakin were asking casually, on a normal day? I think he wouldn’t sneer at it, and would actually reflect on it.

Like, he went to see Yoda for a reason, right?

Yoda usually gives him good advice.

Hell, one time, Yoda counseled Anakin about his concern for Padmé, during the Clovis arc:

But Anakin isn't at his best during Scene 77.

He hasn't had an ounce of sleep and he's scared out of his mind. He's not thinking straight. He's hoping for a concrete, tangible response but isn't giving a concrete scenario.

So when he gets this answer:

He dismisses it as fortune cookie nonsense and Yoda essentially telling him to "give up on Padmé" which he just won't do.

But that's the crux. Yoda doesn’t tell Anakin to “give up” on everything he fears to lose. He says *let go.

Which isn’t the same thing.

Lucas explains the nuance many times. My personal fav is this one:

“ There’s a line between loving somebody compassionately and caring about them and helping them. But the other line is not to be greedy or once you are greedy then you get fearful. You don’t want to lose what it is you have that you are getting. So you have to learn to give up everything. And ultimately for a Jedi Knight, it’s very easy to give up. One of the things they give up is marriage. They can still love people. But they can’t possess them. They can’t own them. They can’t demand that they do things. They have to be able to accept […] their mortality, that they are going to die. And not worry about it. That the loved ones they have, everything they love is going to die and they can’t do anything about it. I mean they can protect them as you would ordinarily protect, you know, ‘Get out of the way of that car.’ Somebody charges you with a gun, you knock the gun out, but there is an inevitability to life which is death and you have to accept that. ” - George Lucas, Star Wars Celebration V, 2010

Anakin doesn’t see that difference. Like, in his mind, accepting that there are things beyond your control is synonymous with giving up. Which isn’t the case, it’s a sign of maturity, not weakness or carelessness.

This is also perfectly illustrated in the TCW episode where Ahsoka and Barris are trapped under rubble, slowly dying from the lack of oxygen. Luminara readies herself to "let go", Anakin is hearing "giving up". It's two separate things (I talk more about that scene here).

Gonna conclude with a headcanon:

Had Anakin just put all cards on the table in Scene 77, just full-on revealed he's married to Padmé, they have a baby but now he's having nightmares like the ones he had when his mother died... everything would've turned out okay.

Like, first off, Yoda would've probably given more concrete advice, probably would've sent some Jedi healers over to her suite, etc.

Secondly, it's not like Yoda didn't know something was going on with Padmé. Anakin is really bad at keeping that secret.

Them being actually married and having a child would be a surprise to be sure, but Yoda and Anakin have this grandpa/grandchild bond, which we've seen many times during TCW.

And Yoda has also been confronted with a situation like this one before, as seen in Dooku: Jedi Lost.

I like to think Yoda did learn from that incident with Braylon and would help Anakin.

Finally, I don't think Anakin would've been expelled. Or if he had, it'd be waaaay later. Right now, the Jedi Council is:

close to finding the second Sith Lord,

just as the Chancellor legally took ownership of their Order,

just as they're hunting Grievous,

while there's a whole war raging on.

They got more important shit to handle, and they've already made plenty of exceptions for Anakin, so they'd at least table the discussion, and at best just make another exception for the Chosen One and come up with a plan on how to move forward this situation.

And again, on a normal day, Anakin probably knows this.

We see, at the start of Revenge of the Sith, that he's starting to get fed up with the secrecy, and we know he knows Obi-Wan knows about him and Padmé.

Deep down, he probably knows that it'll all be fine if he just tells it all.

But Anakin isn't thinking rationally, he's thinking emotionally. So he keeps his cards close to his chest and says as little as possible.

And it doesn't help that Palpatine's been manipulating Anakin for 13 years into thinking he can't talk to the Jedi.

#anakin skywalker #george lucas #meta #jedi order #long post #star wars #yoda #sw meta #revenge of the sith #QnA

[gffa]

Is it just me or do most anidala shippers have fanonized their relationship in a way? Like whenever it's discussed by those who ship them there always talking about aus or disregarding canon (ie the Clovis Arc). And it always rubs me the one way because it's almost like they don't actually ship the canon version of anidala, but rather a fanon version they came up with because they don't like the fact that there relationship ends badly and is just generally an unhealthy relationship (idk if there relationship being unhealthy was intentional or not but it certainly looks like it)

I'm gonna say something that's going to make me sound supremely boring and I'm sorry that it won't be more interesting. 😂 But if Anidala shippers want to take the stance of the ship being softer than I might write it: Good for them! I hope they're living their best life. I say this as someone who has been reading a crapload of DC fic where I lean towards a softer take on the characters than someone else might, where you might say the exact same thing (details changed) about my interest in the characters' relationships, that I don't go for the canon version, but instead go for a version that's not as unhealthy. And you know what? Good for me, too! I am living my best life! I'm not trying to dismiss what you're saying, it's frustrating to run into views of characters that clash with our own, especially when it feels like there's something really interesting about what we're seeing in the canon that seems to get dismissed by others. I personally do enjoy a more dysfunctionally leading Anidala because I like bite in my character dynamics! But after seven years of this fandom constantly hounding me for liking the Jedi in ways that other people would say aren't "canon", I have decided that anyone who just wants to enjoy their thing, whether in a more fucked up way or in a softer way than I like, I wish them all the fun in the world, have a blast, you guys! I'm gonna have a blast over here, too. As long as the Anidala shippers aren't being assholes to people who have different views but are staying in their own lanes (and, let's be fair, there's always some assholes in any subset of Star Wars fandom, but none of those subsets are a monolith), then I don't have to read their posts if I'm not into their content, just like people don't have to read my posts if they don't like my take on the Jedi, you know? Let's all walk away from interpretations we don't like, let's all leave room for others to be invested in things they want to be invested in, because what they like isn't any of my business if I'm not also into it. I mean, let's be clear, I'll crab to friends about things I find personally frustrating, in the whole CATER TO ME, FANDOM!!!! tongue in cheek kind of way, but genuinely if someone is just doing their thing in their own corner and leaving me alone, especially if they're coming from a place of "I love this dynamic!" instead of "here's why the Jedi suck and let me throw in some shade at real life religions along the way", then I'm fine with that. And it's made me a lot happier on a personal level to just let some of that stuff go, you know?

#lumi.txt #anidala for blacklist

[phoenix--flying]

hello I'm on another TA rant 🤞

We only have five canon TA members who are named, Luke Castellan, Chris Rodriguez, Ethan Nakamura, Silena Beauregard, and, Alabaster Torrington. So I'm gonna expand on these guys as well as introduce some other canon characters I hc as former TA members who returned to/joined CHB and when they joined the TA.

Luke, Silena and Chris were in the army from the start, after TLT. Ethan joined during BoTL. We don't know when Alabaster joined.

I've headcannoned that Alabaster and Ethan left CHB after TLT through the Labyrinth entrance by Zeus's fist, there they were just kinda rogue until around TTC while they're separated, Alabaster runs into a scouting group from the TA and is brought to Luke. He joins at 14/15.

The other canon kids I hc as former members include ; - Ellis Wakefield - Mitchell - Valentina Diaz - Cecil Markowitz - Lou Ellen Blackstone - Clovis - Harley

allow me to explain 🤞

Ellis, Mitchell and Clovis were picked up by the early TA while they were alone, before they came to CHB, Luke explains what they are and who the TA is and what they're fighting for. They join the TA. All three of them remain in the TA until the war ends.

Valentina was an unclaimed demigod in the Hermes cabin, resentful and angry and wondering who her mother was. When Luke left, whe followed. She also stays in the TA until the war ends.

Cecil was, also, an unclaimed demigod in the Hermes cabin(like dude rlly) when Luke left, he was inclined to join but he didn't want to leave his friends. But when Chris tells him 'Hey, I'm leaving. Feel free to IM of you decide you want to come.' he decides to join. He stays in the TA until the war ends.

Lou Ellen was again, an unclaimed demigod, or that's what most people thought. Hecate, unlike most gods, make her children aware she is their mother but warns them that she can't claim them due to the lack of respect, naturally, this annoys her children. So when Alabaster disappears and Cecil decides to leave, she follows. She stays in the TA until the Andromeda explosion, then she leaves. She doesn't rejoin camp until a few weeks after the war ends.

HARLEY 💖💖💖 this is based on an idea from @m4gp13 in the server 🤞 As we know, in SoM, the Princess Andromeda was populated with misted mortals. Harleys mortal family, his mother, her husband and their kids, were in those misted mortals. It isn't until Harley starts to notice the monsters do the TA realize he's a demigod. Harley is happy to stay aboard when they drop the mortals off when they explain that he's a demigod. He stays until the end of the war.

#pjo #titan army #luke castellan #ethan nakamura #silena beauregard #alabaster torrington #ellis wakefield #mitchell pjo #valentina diaz #cecil markowitz #lou ellen blackstone #clovis pjo #harley pjo #chris rodriguez #headcanons #phoenix headcanons

[echo-stimmingrose]

These are some of the things my best friend (@officiallydoubtful) said while reading The Lost Hero' for the first time with little to no context.

Part One

*Meeting Leo for the first time* Yeah he's an arsonist.

Jason shouldn't have a last name.

Was what do you mean was?

"'Gleeson was a saytr,' Annabeth said"

Is he dead or is he no longer a saytr?

Jason's Roman

Me: What gave you that idea?

Idk

Chiron what do mean? Why should he be dead?

*Despair* What are Snauseages? Is it a typo??!?!! It's capitalized!! No!!!!

"If he's only a head, where does the food go when he eats?"

Jason's asking the real questions here!

Sacrifice chickens to them!

*Scolding* Stop breaking the fourth wall

Good on you Jason, you're your own person.

WHAT? WHO DID YOU KILL? RACHEL!

"Phone calls from supernatural convicts demanding you bust them out of jail"

*Shrugs* Everyday occurrences

*Presumably talking to the characters, voice strangely motherly* The last chapter isn't here yet, idk what chapter this is but it's definitely not the last one. *Taps book lovingly*

"*Annabeth insults Hera*"

*Snorts* Annabeth….

*Meeting Clovis*

"He looked like a baby cow"

Aww that's adorable!!!

You almost dissolved!?!?

"He held a spear with toasted marshmallows"

*Distressed* Why are they toasted??? He just walked up to the fire!!

Order in the court.

Okay so we know where Nico is somewhat. We think he's looking for Percy but we don't know where he is, we just know what he might be doing.

Seven…?

What? Jason what? What? Jason what? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? Okay that's Latin… okay ummhhmmm, okay he's, yeah. couldn't let Rachel speak for herself huh?

Catholicism gets brought up a lot in this book.

Chiron goes: It's their canon event, I cannot intervene.

*Attitude* Oh were you calling roll?

"The great stirring"

Stir? Like soup?

Cookie dough?

Captain Sunshine!

*Exasperated* JASON!

*Looks at me* he's not boring he's just confusing!

I wonder why you think he looks like a Roman statue, I wonder why.

Electric.

You're just gonna shoot lightning out of it?

Oh no, you're gonna shoot lightning to it.

Opposite way.

Yup I was right. I was right about his dad.

JuPitEr

Oh there is another prophecy down there.

He needs his own prophecy.

Swooned? Oh like sway, I get it.

Well that's ominous. but what else is a prophecy supposed to be!!!

*Drew calls Piper ugly*

*Gasp* That was mean!

You know what I think is real ugly? You're personality. *Snap snap snap*

Piper are you….? Hmmm *Deep thoughts*

*Strains* What is that word????

Beware the Earth? What? Hold on.

*Concerned* What are you going to build, Leo???

Leo, I have a slight feeling I know what your coping mechanism is.

Dumpster girl!!! Don't just say that to her!!!

Of course she gets claimed right then-! *Yells at themself* STOP READING AHEAD.

Of course he's thinking about everything in his childhood, why wouldn't he be?

Pillows?

*Intrigued* A boat made of fire.

*Sharp Inhale* Why were you sleeping in the fire place? Why did she put you in the fire place????

*Gasp Laugh* She let him play with knives!

Oh that's sad.

We need to stop putting demigod heroes when they're children next to snakes!

*Mother voice* You really like that boat. That's what you're gonna build eh?

*Gasp* *Stern Voice* Give him back the boat picture. I don't care if it's not time for his quest yet you can give him back his drawing! It's not like he's gonna ride that into the sunset!

*About to go to war for Leo* Stop exploiting the kid!

*Happily* Morse code

*Closes book*

*Sets book down*

*Shrieks in agony*

His mother…..

Don't you ever say your dad went for milk ever again!

He still dreamed of the flying boat

Oh no.

*Sad* Oh it's gonna happen.

No! No no no no no no no no no no don't do that!

*groan*

*Quiet pleading* No no no no no no no no

Oh, who is she?

EARTH?

oh crap, who are you?

Don't kill his mom.

Like I know you already did it but please don't.

Leo do not blame yourself for that.

Leo Leo Leo, listen to me buddy, stop.

Noooo!

*Gasp*

I wanna give him a hug…..

Okay so his mom's death was worse than I thought.

But I figured he was gonna blame himself for it.

*GASP* A DRAGON

Ah yes

*Smiles* Okay Leo, okay.

This was the twilight zone.

No it's not, it's just the woods.

Don't feel guilty for using your firrrrrreeeee.

"Could metal dragons smell?"

Can they???

What the hell are you talking about, boy?

Aww, he got jalapeno juice in his eye!

Ugh….. okay…. Skipping over that….

Okay I've definitely read ahead, don't do that….

Aww, the dragon doesn't have wings…

Haha, talking to a dragon like a dog

*Amused* Leo just got flipped off in dryad

Are your wings just somewhere else???!??!?

It's not going to move out of your way if you keep pointing at it.

Uh What?

1864!!??!!?? Whaaaat???

"Jason dreamed of wolves."

Huh? He what?

Me: Oh yeah, have fun with that.

What??? What's gonna happen??????

Why do you know this place?

*Upset* Don't tell me you're a furry.

Is this a fanfiction????

*Crying* Wolves don't feel sympathy…

The mother wolf!

*Crying* In the wolf pack, weakness was not an option

Okay???

What is Hera doing here?

Do the wolves not like her?

Hmmm

*Wolves don't have much of a sense of humor*

I do, this is very funny.

Wolves don't have Alpha wolves!

*Tsk Tsk* Rick, you shoulda researched more.

*Looking at the Chapter Numbers*

Why does he think we know Roman numerals? I mean I do, this is fourteen. But still.

Why doesn't it have a bathroom?

Oh no

Oooh no

*Sigh*

Yup, Thalia.

Ah grief.

I'm starting to get really worried where Percy is.

Annabeth, for once I think you don't know something

I'm glad she can take the wolves seriously, cause I can't!

#percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #jason grace #leo valdez #piper mclean #annabeth chase #nico di angelo #percy jackson #chiron #coach hedge

[ahamkara-apologist]

you have GOT to post guardian pics I'm begging you. feed us (me?) information about your characters. I must know. it is imperative

TYSM FOR ENABLING ME ANON BC THEY ARE MY BLORBOS AND IM VIBRATING ABOUT THEM. buckle the fuck up because this is gonna be a long fucking post

Okay first up is Aeris Sharphawk- aro/ace, he/him. he's my main character, my hunter, and the Young Wolf of my timeline.

He’s half-Awoken, half-Human (I’ll get to that in a moment, he’s actually an older oc of mine that I ported over from Bloodborne whose bastard nature needed a D2 equivalent), and the older half-brother to my solar titan, Marcelline Attenbough- one of the few little remnants from their past life that they were able to discover in a diary on Marcie’s corpse when they were rezzed together (which occurred because their ghosts are twins). He’s autistic, lawful neutral, and vastly prefers using Darkness over Light because of sensory issues; his ghost (Hoarfrost, previously Mercury) mods his helmets to drastically reduce noise, but he can’t help how Arc tingles, Solar burns, and Void numbs. Tends to spend most of his battles either hyperfocused or dissociated to deal with it. As for the lawful neutral title, that’s because he doesn’t fight for the Vanguard because of a loyalty to humanity, but exclusively for the survival of the Last City and everyone in it. This extended to House Light and the Cabal under Caital instantaneously, and would do so to Eramis if she so chose, because he really just doesn’t take most things personally. He's sometimes derogatorily called 'the Vanguard's Hound' because of this.  

He’s skilled with a bow, and is cursed with a resting haunted stare that can rival even the fiercest bird of prey- hence his title, given to him because his last name wasn’t present in the little diary that Marcie had when they were rezzed. Personality wise, he’s quiet, stoic, extremely efficient at what he does, fiercely protective of those he loves, and deeply curious about the unknown- though if you don’t know him, you’d never be able to guess it, because he struggles deeply with facial expressions and tone, giving him the appearance that he’s ruthlessly cold and unfeeling (pretty much the Guardian we see in game). Because of this, he tends to do much better with Eliksni than most of humanity- bar the Awoken, though Mara makes him deeply uncomfortable- and is thus far more comfortable with them. He’s the moon to Marcie’s sun, and helps keep her in check, for despite her cheery personality, she has a very strong sense of justice and a penchant for impulsive, temperamental behavior when she thinks that justice has been wronged. This goes both ways, however, as Aeris is the very definition of ‘curiosity killed the cat’; he voluntarily gets bit by venomous snakes at venom labs to see how immunity/allergies develops over time, and has a fascination with the Vex that got him a ‘needs watching’ report after he nearly jumped into a pool of radiolaria to see what would happen. The older-brother affection isn’t related to just Marcie, though; he’s unofficially adopted Eido as his younger sister (or kid? Because uhhh that curiosity of his has extended to fucking Misraaks once or twice), and is a mentor figure of sorts to Crow, though he’s unaware that Crow idolizes him; he only hunted Uldren down to keep Marcie out of trouble, as he didn’t like Cayde and was neutral on Uldren, so seeing Crow for the first time didn’t bother him at all. Tutored on occasion by Osiris, and thus has a very deep respect for him. 

People other than Marcie that he likes:  Zavala, Ikora, Osiris, Eido, Misraaks, Eris, and Variks, Petrichor-12 (oc), Viper-4 (oc, lightless guardian), Crow

People he dislikes: Cayde, the Spider, Clovis Bray, Savathun, Mara Sov, Petra Venj (can’t read her very well), anyone who is loud or insistent or confusing 

Primary class (Dark): Stasis

Primary class (Light): Arcstrider

Motifs: Dark, cool blue/silver, viper and hawk symbolism

Likes: Learning about things, working with the Eliksni, being good at being a hunter, bows/glaives/swords, playing with Strand, Gambit (surprisingly)

Dislikes: Crucible, loud noises, fusion rifles, snipers because of the kick (despite being very good with them), shotguns, fans and most other guardians 

Fun fact: When Hoarfrost and Solaris found them, it was in a frigid part of old Russia, with Aeris holding Marcie close to his chest with his back to the door- they had frozen to death while trying to keep each other warm, and were under a thick layer of permafrost. When they were risen, they found out their names, their relationship to each other, and the fact that their father was a cheating bastard who produced Aeris after screwing an Awoken woman for the novelty of it because Marcie had a little diary in her front pocket, which had been somewhat preserved by the cold. Both their ghosts theorize that the reason why Aeris is so drawn to Stasis and Marcie to Solar is because of how they died, though neither guardian will say anything about it. He can also speak near-fluent Eliksni.

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Then there’s Marcie, younger half-sister to Aeris and the sun to his moon; she/her, Solar Titan, lesbian, lawful good. Where he is quiet and introverted, she is loud and bombastic, and where he likes to dart in and strike down his enemies from afar, she likes to punch. I just recently made her in Destiny because the character creation doesn't really match how I see her, hence why she's got Arc on here

(closer to her actual face minus the blue eyes; this is a very old bloodborne pic)

Unlike her half-brother, Marcie is a full human, and- according to the diary she rezzed with- was objectively her father's favorite, though the feeling was not mutual, and their relationship was strained by her taking so kindly to the bastard son he tried to send away. Compared to Aeris, she's bright, bubbly, and outgoing, but has a fierce temper, and is quick to snap if something has pushed her too far-think a jack russel's terrier of a human being. Her ghost's name is Solaris (previously Quicksilver), and she prefers the Light and Solar by far. Her preferred method of combat is to hit first, ask questions later, which can be incredibly effective or incredibly dangerous depending on who's on the opposite end of her wrath. Her and Aeris share many quests together, with me typically attributing all the seasons that I didn’t play to Marcie, given that I didn’t make a Destiny character for her for the longest time. 

She was best friends with Cayde, and was so devastated by his death that Aeris had to go instead, as she would have killed anything and everything in vengeance without a second thought. She did, however, kill Riven- something that Aeris himself was somewhat reluctant to do,given his fascination with the Ahamkara. She's stubborn as a mule, surprisingly strong despite her small stature (well, small-ish), and is an absolute massive lesbian, with her type specifically being 'big strong ladies who can kill me'- which was primarily why she wasn't allowed to fight Eramis, or other big hotties, as she has a pretty hardcore crush on her. (The second reason was that she would have stood and bickered with Eramis about the ethics of what she was doing until either one or the other yielded). Instead, she was assigned to work with Misraaks to evacuate House Light refugees, which ended up being a fortuitous partnership with the coming of the Endless Night. Now, her primary work for the Vanguard consists of aiding Eliksni refugees, along with general alien-human politics and tackling xenophobia, as well as working on being an apprentice Splicer. She is very, VERY passionate about equal rights and will drag you to the Crucible if you fight her- and good fucking luck winning against her, because she fucking loves the Crucible and will beat your ass everytime. She’s somewhat of a local celebrity in that reguard

Her deep fondness for her brother comes primarily from the fact that he is one of the few people to take her seriously without either asking her to calm down or come off as patronizing- he's also a well of stability to her excitable moods, the voice of reason to her hyperempathy. While he keeps her from biting off more than she can chew, she acts as his translator + guide, yanking him back onto the path of sanity if he starts to wander into the Deep, and helping him with dysfunction things that Hoarfrost can’t do. She also enjoys working through the data he collects, even if she has no desire to go searching for it herself, so they make a good pair- even if, like most siblings, they will argue over every little thing and sometimes drive each other up the walls with their stubbornness.

I've already mentioned that she got along with Cayde, but her other friends at the tower are Shaxx, Drifter, Saint-14, and Ada-1. Misraaks is her mentor, as well as one of the few people who can talk her down from stupid shit, with uh…questionable results. And while she couldn't stand the sight of Crow when Aeris dragged him back, she managed to befriend him reguardless, mostly because he was so different from the Uldren she remembered that she couldn’t help but accept him for who he was. She often went out drinking with him and Amanda, and was devastated when she died. 

People she likes: Cayde, Shaxx, Drifter, Saint-14, Ada-1, Misraaks, Crow, Amanda (rip), Caiatl

People she dislikes: Uldren Sov, The Osmium Siblings, The Spider, Lakshmi-2, anyone against the Eliksni or people who are rude to Aeris, Calus

Likes: Crucible, Gambit, fucking around with weapons in new and creative ways, going out to drink with friends, playfully flirting, helping with construction work around the Eliksni District, playing around with the Light, moths and other fuzzy creatures

Primary Class (Light): Solar

Primary Class (Dark): Strand

Dislikes: Fighting Eliksni, any exploding enemies that she can’t punch, bows because Aeris will always be better than her at using them, the fact that Aeris fucked Misraaks at one point for science, being alone, her inability to score a girl who isn’t a war criminal

Motif: crimson and gold, bears or lion with eagle wings

Fun fact: Her grasp on Eliksni is actually more fluent than Aeris, and she spends a good deal of her time in the Tower socializing with people while he’s off doing…whatever.

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Okay, now onto Petrichor-12, who decided to nope out of being a Guardian so I deleted their slot to make Marcie before I really did anything to dazzle them up

Petrichor-12 is a now-retired guardian that actually came from a dream I had before I even played Destiny. They/them or he/him, neutral good, Void titan, ghost is seldom-speaking and called Whisper. Neutral good. I attribute them with D1 content, so they’re the guardian that killed Crota and Oryx, though Marcie and Aeris were also there to help.

Petrichor is an older, somewhat quiet, melancholy do-gooder that's been haunted by guilt ever since they found out the memories of who they were via the Deep Stone Crypt- a bodyguard for Clovis Bray that was turned to a path of anger, abuse, and violence after agreeing to be tested on for power, and got corrupted by the Darkness. This, paired with being rezzed in the Dark Ages, means that they have a lot of trauma surrounding violence, power, and the dilemma of being made to kill when all you want to do is save people. As such, Eramis's predicament troubles them greatly, and while it was them who gunned her down in conjunction with Aeris, they often found themselves returning to her frozen body on Europa to talk to her (presumed corpse) about Darkness corruption in a sort of venting monologue-advice system, which worked both as a way of fending off their troubles as well as keep an eye on her state- though now that she’s defrosted they’ve vowed never come near her again out of embarrassment. 

While retired, they are a stalwart defender of anyone who needs it and a keeper of peace, driven partially by a genuine desire to do good and a need to prove themselves not the person that they used to be. No longer able to mingle with other guardians or humanity at large due to PTSD from what they learned, they live in the Botza district as an ambassador between the Eliksni and humanity, they like to knit + quilt in their free time, teaching whichever hatchlings will listen and getting tutored on weaving by old Wolves in return. They're also 6'3", so…lorge. Zavala and Misraaks are the two people they talk to the most outside of the Eliksni refugees, and they drop by to say hi to Eva and knit with her whenever they have the chance. The war with the Witness is threatning to bring them out of retirement, something that they are deeply unhappy with. 

People he likes: Namrask, Misraaks, Saladin, Zavala, Ikora, Osiris (recently), Marcie and Aeris, Saint-14, Eris (complicated)

People they dislike: Themselves, Osiris (formerly), Eramis (reminds them of themselves), Ghaul, Oryx, Xivu Arath, Clovis Bray, anyone who goads them to fight, Elsie and Ana Bray by association, Rasputin 

Motif: gold and sapphire blue, used to have a gryphon motif but stopped wearing it because they don’t want to be recognized as the Kingkiller

Likes: Knitting, sewing, weaving, gardening, really anything restorative they can do with their free hands that forces their mind not to wander

Class (Light): Void, sometimes Arc

Class (Dark): no.

Dislikes: War, fighting, being a guardian, everything that has to do with what they used to be, anything Braytech sciences, the cumulative trauma from the Dark Ages and seeing recordings of who they used to be in the Deep Stone Crypt, their own fear of themselves

Fun fact: Petrichor-12 can speak Eliksni fluently, having modulated their voice and hearing to be able to incorporate the subsonic clicks and chirps in their speech, and is now working on learning Ulurant despite not at all liking the Cabal empire

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Ash: Another dream character of mine, and my newest Guardian (so she’s somewhat of a wip). She/her, solar + void warlock, chaotic neutral to lawful evil depending on her mood. Pansexual but bitchless. Rezzed in the tail end of the Dark Ages, just long enough for her to see how horrible everything was but not long enough to see the true extent of it. Scholar of the Light, and most recently a scholar of the Dark as well.

Ash is a warlock with an awful temper, a moral code that changes on a whim, and a ravenous appetite for knowledge that comes at the cost of everyone else, including herself. Her ghost (an anxious and caring little lass) is called Nutmeg, and is pretty much the only indicator that she has a soft spot. Ash dedicated herself to learning how to get closer to the Light, but unlike the more conventional meditations that people usually do to, she was inspired by ancient Greek priestesses and decided for a more unconventional route- by doing hard drugs. By getting either extremely drunk or very high, she claims that she overcomes the need for meditation (or, rather, bypasses it entirely because she’s too impatient for it) and gains a deeper connection with her powers, as she’s connecting with it instinctually rather than choosing to seek it out. Nutmeg and many others are not as convinced about this method, but they also can’t deny that it doesn’t have its perks, as Ash does have a very powerful connection to her light- mainly through exploding things, or setting everything around her on fire. It’s how she used to survive the Warlords she’d steal from in the Dark Ages, and she’s known specifically for her ability to mimic a nova bomb, but with solar power, which is strong particularly for how unexpected it is. 

However, being constantly hungover and harbouring no friends doesn’t exactly have its benefits, and as a result Ash is almost always grumpy, abrasive, quick to anger, quick to turn to cruel jibes and mocking when being defensive (which is often), and is generally awful to be around. She has no friends other than Nutmeg (whose bond has become strained as of late, since Ash is now turning to substance abuse for coping with the impending threat of the Witness rather than simply using it for her studies), her apartment is an uncleaned shithole she only uses for crashing in when she’s particularly out of it, and she's constantly in a state of passive-aggressive warfare with Osiris, as she and him used to occasionally cross paths and share research; they might have had a student-teacher dynamic if they didn’t grate so abrasively, and if Ash wasn’t so much of a lone wolf. He’s tried to whip her into shape a couple of times, but to no avail- they just devolved into shouting matches. Pretty much the only people she listens to are the Drifter and Nutmeg, but whether or not she’ll actually take their advice is a toss-up. 

Despite this, she will overall always choose to do what's right and will begrudgingly trudge along with people in random strikes to ensure that important missions get done, as she fears failure more than she does judgment. And yet, to an extent she also fears judgment, for part of the reason why she’s so cruel is to keep people at arm’s length, so as to prevent them from learning her weaknesses- not even her constant complaining about being bitchless will cover up that the core reason why she makes no effort to clean herself up and be nicer is because she fears vulnerability. She’s also brilliant with the Light and cunningly adept with the Dark, which is why the Vanguard continues to ask for her help and expertise.   

People she likes: the Drifter, Hawthorne, Nutmeg, Eido, Toland, Shaxx to most everybody’s surprise

People she dislikes: Pretty much the whole Vanguard and 90% of other guardians, Saladin, the Iron Lords, Osiris, Misraaks, 

Primary class (Dark): Stasis, wants to learn Strand but has a hard time letting go

Primary class (Light): Solar, Void

Likes: Learning nuances of the Light that others don’t go into detail to, connecting with the Light, growing more powerful and shaping it into new, experimental Supers that would make Zavala have a heart attack if he saw them in action, taking leadership in Strikes and prodding around New Lights to teach them about what it is to be a Guardian (but gently), killing assholes to put them in their place, spooking people

Dislikes: Being told what to do, being reminded that she’s a mess, being reminded that she’s afraid and that her behavior is starting to turn self-detrimental, being looked down on by other Guardians, the restrictive nature of Vanguard protocol that keeps her from playing around with her experimental supers, guardians who have no respect or care about mortal lives, getting kicked from bars for fighting said guardians with no respect or care for mortal lives, being reminded that she has a soft side and cares so much for other people that it scares her

Colours/theme: black, flame-gold, and green

Fun fact: Likes the Hive aesthetic, and knows their tongue just for the hell of it. Has quite a bit of fun tormenting and taunting Hive Lightbearers, loves digging around the Osmium Siblings. Despite this, she’s not passionate about the Hive, and doesn’t care one bit if they’re wiped out or not. She also pretty much never takes off the Stag helm, as dropping a rift on death has saved her ass more than once, and tends to sleep in her robes. It’s a miracle that she doesn’t stink something awful, but smells perpetually like smoke instead.

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and last but not least: Viper-4, an ex-guardian who I have almost nothing on because he tends to be a side character: he/him, trans exo, primarily black chassis with red markings, not yet settled on alignment. A friend of Aeris, he's an ex-Hunter who is now the primary caretaker for a variety of venomous snakes whose species have survived the Collapse. He collects their venom to try to recreate old Golden-Age medicines and antivenom- which he does with Aeris's help- and had his forearms modded with soft silicone so that the snakes don't hurt him if they bite him. Generally a friendly and chill guy, but has a melancholy air as most Ghostless do, and wants to learn Strand so that he has some modicum of control over the elements again, as his lack of feeling the Light was the hardest part about his Ghost's death. Much like Brya and Sagira, his ghost sacrificed her to save him, but he blames himself for her death and pretty much entirely refuses to talk about it. Used to be quite adept with Void. I note that he's trans here because it carried over into his exo body, as he was raised with synthetic top surgery scars that were then worked into beautiful engravings of flowers, swords, and snakes by Viper-1

#long post #destiny 2 #my ocs #my guardians #oc: aeris sharphawk #oc: marcelline attenbough #oc: petrichor-12 #oc: ash #oc: viper-4 #maybe i should have used a readmore but #im paranoid about accidentally deleting this blog and having it be lost #sjdhfg

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I feel much better now! Women prevail -Danny Words: 1,905 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'House Song' -by Searows

LIV: Wasting Away to Be Useful All the Time Ain't Paying Off, Methinks

The dream changes, now Nico and Ara are on the fire escape of her parent's apartment.

"I'll go back to a witch trial," the girl leans her head on both arms and groans. "Iris messages aren't working! How am I supposed to tell them to hold on until August first?!"

"I already told Clovis I'm on my way."

"Like that's gonna fix it..." Ara stands upright, staring at the urban scenery with a troubled expression. "I never noticed how pretty this place was at sunrise..."

Nico doesn't seem as enchanted. "How is your crew holding up?"

"Jason got hurt but he's coming around," Ara lies, not wanting to worry Nico. "We caught Nike and she's helping us figure out a way to, you know, safely euthanize Leo. How's yours?"

"Steady and in great condition," Nico replies, and he's probably lying too, for the exact same reason. "How are you?"

The girl stares at her fingers, squeezing the railing and drinking in these seconds at home. "I'm trying not to think much, obviously, because... how do I even process all of it?"

"That you're soulmate's fated to die?" Nico snorts with a tone of sarcasm. "But it's so easy..."

"Not a soulmate," she mutters grumpily.

"I think it's sort of impossible," Nico pauses and glares at her. "Don't take that as a challenge."

She smiles a bit. "I don't know what to do. Do I hype myself up to get over Leo, or tell him we'll be together forever? What did Helen do that I shouldn't?" Ara squints and rubs her brow. "It's so unclear if she loved Paris or not..."

Nico shrugs, fidgeting with his ring. "Even if you figure it out, it won't make things easier. The two armies under your command are about to kill each other and you have a bunch of mentally ill gods giving out crazy orders, then there's the curse. How do you choose which one to tackle first? You just deal with them as they come."

"It's not working," Ara scowls. "Had it coming, though. All of this feels right."

Nico raises a brow. "What do you mean?"

Ara thinks of her next words carefully. "I just accepted that this is the weight I'll carry forever. At least I've gotten stronger."

Nico frowns. "You've also aged, though."

"I was going to, anyway. The only thing that I've been unable to outgrow is feelings. Leo chose his path and I must be okay with it... I love him, so I either go along or get in his way and make it worse—and since I can't offer a better alternative..." Ara sighs heavily, giving in. "I suppose I'll follow Eros's advice."

Nico's expression sombers. "So Leo will die?"

"The difference is that maybe this time it might not be permanent, and he might save another soul if he succeeds," Ara faces her friend. "Nike told us about the Physician's Cure—"

"Oh, my dad hates that," Nico pipes in.

"You know what that is?"

"The cure for death? Yeah," the boy scratches his nose casually. "One of Apollo's sons created it, but my dad forbade him from doing it again... so good luck getting it."

"Thanks," Ara says sarcastically. "You always make me feel so much better about the bad stuff in my life."

"We're talking about the last resource of last resources," he raises a brow. "You might as well go to my father and ask for Leo back."

"If I only wanted him to come back, I would drag him out of the Underworld Orpheus-style minus the looking," she rolls her eyes. "But big dumb-dumb made an oath to go back to Ogygia and get Calypso—so not only does he need to die, he has to be blasted out so he can go back to her island or he'll die regardless of the antidote he gets from the gods."

Nico frowns. "Your boyfriend is the stupidest man alive."

"He's a genius that likes to overcomplicate things, but yeah, love made him stupid," Ara mumbles, looking more sad than angry. "And I'm just like him."

"Minus the genius part."

"Whatever, man."

Nico gives her a look when she doesn't react to his teasing, and he makes an attempt to cheer her up. "Listen, sometimes the fates do things that feel unjust, but in the long run, they're for the better. Leo's choice was hard to make no doubt, he would rather cut his leg than leave you, and still, he's willing to risk his life not just for you but also for Calypso and the rest of the world... that's brave."

"I don't want him to come back to me if it means it's always going to hurt him," Ara confesses worryingly. "I'd be happier looking at him from afar."

"No, you wouldn't," Nico replies in a strange voice. "You really wouldn't."

"I mean it." Her voice trembles. "I haven't been the best version of myself since I decided to become a child of Olympus... Leo is good in a way I can no longer be, and that's why he's dying. Because he's kind and selfless, and I won't give him up because I'm stubborn and selfish, so they're taking him away by force."

She looks away for a moment. Nico squeezes her shoulder tighter than he's ever touched her in the last three years. "Ara, listen... all the bad stuff I've said to you, they aren't true. You can't be perfect, that's it."

"Exactly. I should've stayed away," she presses. "Life kept telling me that romance was off-limits, that I wouldn't be able to handle it, and yet I took Leo as soon as I had the chance, and he says he doesn't mind dying but—"

"You've experienced this too many times, just in this lifetime," Nico finishes knowingly. "His reassurance feels empty, I get it."

"He could've been loved and cared for on Calypso's island, and he didn't stay because of me," she says bitterly. "I should've been the one to jump into Tartarus. But now I've got people under my care, so I can't let myself die now..."

"I don't think this is about wrong choices or bad timing," her friend retorts. "I doubt you were more deserving of the curse in your past lives than you are now—hell, I even doubt Helen was deserving of the shit show everyone made around her."

Ara rubs her forehead and groans. "I know, I know... maybe this isn't my mess to clean... but I'm right in the middle of it, so not doing anything stresses me out all the same."

"Yeah well, you've never been good at staying out of things, we know that."

"None of us is."

"That's why we get curses all the time," he shrugs. "See? Things tend to happen when it comes to demigods."

Ara shakes her head. "Sometimes I think my stupid father should've suffocated me with a pillow when he had the chance."

Nico laughs. "Same."

"I feel like I should've gone with them."

"It's FOMO," Annabeth replies, lying on Ara's bed with a cherry facemask on.

"They're searching for that poison to help Leo—"

Nike's hollering cuts through her speech. "AN A- IS A FAILING GRADE—"

"These are literally Frank's relatives," Percy reasons, his back against the wall and a peel-off mask covering his face. "You would've made them nervous. Most people think that children of Olympus attract bad luck."

"And they're right," Ara's hanging upside down with her legs propped up next to Percy, a green tea facemask on her face.

It's spa day. Once Ara realized she could buy all kinds of beauty products in New York—as long as she had the budget—she became obsessed. The first time Percy agreed to join her many years ago, he claimed to be humoring his little sister, but he loves to lie around and eat snacks while Ara puts fresh-scented stuff on his face.

Ara agreed to have a spa day today solely because her brother and Annabeth had recently come out of Tartarus, so if there was someone who deserved to use her stash of fancy facemasks, it was them. She also knows they're doing this to help her clear her mind after her dream last night, and she'd missed being pampered by her older siblings anyway.

"There is a sea serpent watching us," Percy says out of nowhere, vaguely pointing ahead. "Been there for the past ten minutes."

Ara lifts herself on her elbows. "And why aren't we doing anything about it?"

Percy shrugs. "It's trying to figure out if we're food, Festus confuses it."

"Nice," Ara lies back down. "Good headmast."

"So Leo is trying to rebuild your dragon inside the ship? How does that even work?" Annabeth asks, rummaging in a bag of chips.

A flash goes out and then Leo's voice responds. "It doesn't—yet. You guys having a fun time?"

The three teenagers look back at the door completely unbothered. "Did you get my good side?" Percy asks.

"You know, water boy, blackfacing isn't cool anymore—it never was."

"Call me water boy again and I'm freeing Nike inside your cabin," the older boy threatens. "And this is a peel-off mask, it saves me so much money on acne products I don't even care if it looks stupid."

"You want one?" Ara lifts a thin package.

"No, I came to tell y'all Piper and Frank are back," Leo's too amused by the sight that he can't move past it. "I'm sorry, what exactly is happening in here?"

"Spa day," Annabeth explains. "Never had one of those?"

Leo snorts. "Hephaestus isn't the cleanest guy around..."

"She means with Ara," Percy shows him a shit-eating grin, though it looks creepy with the peel-off still on his face. "Haven't been invited to one yet?"

Leo's smile disappears. "I didn't know it was a thing."

"I didn't think it'd be up your alley," Ara pulls her legs down and sits upright. "The only Cabin Nine campers that ever humored me were Beckendorf and Nyssa, but I had to bribe them first."

"I wanna have a spa day," Leo pouts, looking at the Polaroid he just took. "I feel discriminated."

Ara gets up and moves to her vanity, pulling off her mask. "You're invited to the next one."

"Piper and Frank are back then—that means they got the poison?" Annabeth fans her face while Percy takes off his mask.

"Yup, so we should hold a meeting," Leo approaches Ara and kisses her hair, leaving the Polaroid on her nightstand. "You don't need skincare, there's a reason why I call you Doll."

Ara chuckles. "My skincare is the reason you think I don't need it."

"Holy 'Dite, I can't do this!" Percy moans, falling back on the bed with the mask still on. "Birdy, help me..."

The girl laughs and glances at Leo before going to her brother. "We'll meet you on deck in five, alright?"

Leo looks at the trio with an uncomfortable feeling in his chest, but he manages to show a smile when he nods, although he stays consciously away from Ara so she can't feel his emotions. "Good luck putting your face back on, Nemo!"

"You're not allowed to call me that!"

Leo exits the cabin grinning, but as he walks out, his expression turns into a frown. He can't put a finger on what is bothering him, but it feels as if he were watching Ara's life slowly slip back into its old place, erasing him from the plot.

He has this dark thought that maybe those six months with him at camp were only an intermission, and now Leo is waiting for the fates to pluck him out and toss him away as they did with Michael Yew. "Well, that was a fun season! Send the next cute boy in!" 

Each day he inches closer to his certain death, and Ara's future does nothing but shine brighter.

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[yonemurishiroku]

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What r some of ur hcs about this ship?

Ok. I usually don’t spill the beans about what I plan to write (mainly bc I need to keep up the motivation), but this would be an exception bc I always make exception for rarepairs.

Anw. About Clovis and Nico.

I have many jumbling thoughts about them but Ig it all comes down to two things:

1/ Their stories

2/ Their powers, down to their very core.

When I say the stories, here’s the thing

Nico has a lot of history, whereas Clovis does not. Obviously. Nico has been around as the deuteragonist since book 3, whereas Clovis barely makes an appearance. The difference in their screen time is abyssal.

But look at it in the normal way. If Nico was to play a character, what does that make Clovis?

An observer.

Why? Because Clovis, as it turns out, has the potential to be the one who knows the most, seeing as the Hypnos’ cabin is literally the central station of the highway through which all dreams must pass through.

And dreams, essentially, are just fragments of one’s life stories.

So look at it this way. Nico is a character. Clovis is the observer, and from that, a story teller.

- He is frankly a stranger but he may know a lot more about Nico than a mere stranger would. Isn’t that romantic? (A little creepy but let’s not delve on that)

- Nico wouldn’t be alone. He might think he’s alone, but if we take in the assumption that Clovis knows about his struggles, he might offer silent help without prying too much.

Think of it this way. You’re struggling and you’re just so tired but every way you look at is a dead-end. And then suddenly someone comes and takes your hand and opens a new door and you just collapse in their arms crying as they tell you “It’s gonna by okay”

- Clovis is a son of the Underworld too. What does it mean? It means the “ppl don’t like children of hades” doesn’t mean shit. Clovis would be the exception to whatever Nico has had to deal with from CHB.

- Rick makes Nico an insomnia and I’m monopolizing it for Clovico bc not letting Clovis in this is obviously Clovis-erasure. The potential is hitting me in the face. I’m sending Nico off to Hynpos’ cabin at every chance I get.

- Sleep dates every night bc I SAID SO. Nico getting over his touch-fright thanks to piling up in pillows and blankets with the Hypnos children so much.

- Clovis falling asleep during meetings bc he has Nico relaying everything to him later. Bonus point if he is actually laying on Nico’s shoulders and everyone’s like “shouldn’t we address that” but Nico’s like “Shhh” 😭😭😭

- Brewing tea and warming milk for each other!

- Morning routine: opening eyes - “Do u feel like up and shining?” - “Nah” - proceeds to return to sleep until Austin comes rapping on the door

- “We have a date” and all ppl see them doing is just sleeping. JOKE’S ON THEM tho bc they’re having the best dates ever in the dreamland

Which brings us to the second point vvvv

Their powers overlap in one thing, and that is the dreams.

Throughout the series, we have been shown: Olympus, Erebus, Tartarus, Atlantis (idk ab that tho). You know what we haven’t touched?

The dreamscape.

No, not the misleading nightmares/ illusions of Epiales in TSATS. I mean the dreamscape. The land of one’s living mind.

It’s literally a new world right there.

And oh would you look at that. Who could enter this realm? Oh right! Children of Hades and Hypnos.

Nico and Clovis (and other children of Hypnos Morpheus ofc) have a whole world to themselves, no shit.

- Here’s a thing I like ab what Rick did in HOO: Through the dreams, Nico could connect with the Hypnos cabin in general and Clovis in specifics, thousands of miles away from them.

So what does this mean? It means that, no matter where Nico is, he can always find his way to Clovis.

Just fall asleep and then let his dream lead him.

Isn’t that romantic - that the one you love would always be there, behind your eyelids? 🫶🥰 And you can always see them just by closing your eyes?

Nico could be at the other side of the globe and they’d still be seeing, touching each other every day/night. Look me in the eyes and tell me another couple who could do it.

- The whole thing about death being a big, undisturbed sleep. But it’s 1:30 am i don’t have th willpower

- I have a whole thing which is Alice in Wonderland AU but again i have nothing

#nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #clovis #clovico #yone au #yone headcanon #nico headcanon

[thefirstknife]

Mara is being a classic manipulative abuser trying to sway everyone to pity her and putting the spotlight on her own grief rather than the immeasurable suffering she has caused others, and the fandom is falling for it hard. As someone who will spend likely the rest of my lifetime healing from the hurt caused by someone like her and hangs out with many fandom friends with the same experiences... it's just really anxiety inducing and hurtful to see how large chunks of the fandom are so quick to praise and adore her for her "character growth". She is upset to be facing consequences for her actions and is trying to get pity. She is a horrible person and a fantastic character and she should be allowed to be the asshole that she is. She doesn't have to be good to be enjoyable. I am terrified the narrative will go the way of having Crow forgive her because that's the "good" and "kind" thing to do, thus essentially saying abuse victims need to be the "bigger person" and forgive their abusers. Not even gonna get into how she used the Awoken people from the first moment. There's nothing wrong with loving Mara but I think all of you need to take a step back and listen to people who have met real life Maras and understand just how messed up your support of her is when you're touting her as this traumatised person just trying to do what she believes is right (true) which makes her good and worthy and simply misunderstood (false, her trauma doesn't absolve her of being a cunt). She isn't growing, she's just further manipulating people and making things about herself. There is no moral failing in enjoying characters who are horrible people. She's no different from Clovis with her god complex and having slightly more noble intentions doesn't excuse her whatsoever. Her remorse might be genuine but at the moment she isn't seeking to provide any reparations to her victims, she just want people to feel bad for her being sad.

I was abused by my older brother, emotionally and physically, who manipulated (and still does) people around him.

I shouldn't have to say this, but I'm getting really tired of people assuming that everyone who sees some value in Mara's character growth has never been abused. That assumption is disrespectful and forces the person you're telling this to out themselves about their own abuse. Because if I don't, then people will just continue saying that I can't possibly understand what it's like. I understand. Unfortunately, personally. I would advise not to approach random people telling them that they can't understand what it's like because they happen to like Mara as a character.

Another thing that I want to mention at the start is that I have never in my life claimed that Mara did nothing wrong or that she isn't a bad person. She is. It's a part of the reason why she's a fascinating character. She's an uncompromising leader who worked under the idea that the end justifies the means and that she is the only one that can see us through to that end. It's a cruel life for everyone around her.

Her trauma doesn't absolve her of being a cunt, but it does explain why she is one. I think this is not only valuable, but crucial to understand because that explains that her cruelty wasn't out of sick malice and enjoyment of hurting others.

If we want to care about abuse, we have to understand that parental neglect is also abuse. Mara is also an abuse victim. This also doesn't absolve her of her actions, but it does explain them. Mara's recent new line in which she tells Elsie about Osana Sov, her mother, is a classic abuse victim story about parental abuse. It's one that rarely gets acknowledged because that type of abuse is structured specifically in a way to go unnoticed. But it's abuse nonetheless. And I'm sorry but if we care about abuse victims, we also have to care about abuse victims who become cunts. That's the only way to really fix the situation.

And I do genuinely believe in fixing the situation. I know that a lot of people don't want their abusers to get better or to change and I also know that a lot of people don't believe that their abusers CAN get better and change, but they can. Not all of them of course, but some can. Insisting that Mara is not actually changing and is just pretending and being manipulative again is your trauma talking. The text is incredibly clear in this scenario and it's not just coming from Mara herself; it's coming from people around her. So unless we believe that literally every character (including incredibly perceptive ones like Elsie or Ikora) would fall for Mara's every word even when they never did so previously, Mara is genuinely changing and she isn't manipulating anyone or pretending to be trying to get better for good girl points. That's incredibly uncharitable interpretation where you have to go out of your way to insist that she's just pure evil. It's equally incorrect as saying that Mara is pure good.

Again, I know that not everyone is capable of dealing with that in the same way or same time as someone else. There was a time in my life when I genuinely wanted my brother to just die and be gone from the world and that he is not deserving of any introspection or the ability to change. And I know there are horrific people who have done truly unforgivable things and that it's hard to think about them as people deserving of effort and change. But if those people put in the effort and want to change, we have to give them that second chance.

Of course, their victim is not obliged to help them or be in their presence ever again. This is a right that Crow is currently exercising, with no end in sight. But if he eventually chooses to give it a go? His story will not be worth any less to an abuse victim. It won't align with everyone's story, but it will align with some of them and again, if we care about abuse and abuse victims, then we also have to care about those that aren't identical to us. It's not about being the "bigger person." I don't want to be prove being a bigger person to my brother, I just genuinely think that it would be better for everyone involved if he changed and worked through all of our issues and we were a normal family.

The text is also more than clear about Clovis who has never in his life believed that he is wrong or that anything that he did was wrong, including all suffering he caused to all of his family and humanity. Like, this cannot get any clearer. And the game directly made that comparison to debunk it in a very on-the-nose way: in a full dialogue in-game. Clovis doesn't think anything he did was wrong; Mara does (and Rasputin admits to the same).

I would also like to point out that the game is filled with abusers who never get a fraction of the same flack. Calus is a massive abuser who neglected and emotionally manipulated and punished Caiatl her whole life, as well as treated his people as accessories to his own goals and tossed them into suffering and death for his own amusement. Not even for anything dire like saving all life in the solar system; for pure amusement. Reading about Gahlran is a special type of horrific depiction of Calus' disregard for people's autonomy and safety.

People also for some reason don't see it, despite it being incredibly clear in the lore book, but the Witness abused Rhulk into obedience through isolation and manipulation. It picked Rhulk because he was already on the edge and then it used isolation and manipulation abuser tactics to sway him away from his people and turn him into the genocidal unquestioning obedient follower that he became.

Savathun was also a fairly abusive person as well and probably the best comparison with Mara. She was knowingly manipulating her siblings, and her nephews, and also her children, for whom she had very little love and care. She also completely ignored them and left them pretty much for dead when she decided to become a Lightbearer. And you know what? Savathun is also an abuse victim herself as well. She is a traumatised person that has been on the receiving end of manipulation and we all feel very bad for her circumstances. And Savathun also wanted a second chance; and she got it!

Clovis was a massive abuser whose wife had to run away from him and hide, who did not see his child and his grandchildren as real individual people. He manipulated every single one of them, most of all Elsie, to whom he most likely lied about her disease to make her accept the Exo body and to whom he directly said that he is in control of all information about her own body. He also did not view any people as real people and instead, they were all experiments. Reading his logbook and his extra experiments (warning for medical trauma and body horror) is, to borrow words from an in-game character, "a gratuitous exercise in horror." He has never, not once, said or did anything that shows he regrets it or thinks anything he did was wrong.

You might say "but nobody is making excuses for Calus or Savathun or the Witness or Clovis!" And like, yes they are. They're never addressed as abusers and they have plenty of fans who treat them just like their cool blorbos. A really interesting example is the Witness who, by god, has a really cool design, but whom people are consistently treating only like a sexy otherworldly alien who is just sooo shippable with its abuse victim.

And as much as that makes me super uncomfortable, same as Calus bros who to this day swear that he's actually someone worthy of following or that Clovis is just a poor little meow meow that everyone is being too mean to, I am not here to tell people that they aren't allowed to do those things. And I am not going to send them guilt-tripping asks telling them that I am an abuse victim and that they cannot possibly have similar experiences because they post positively about these characters. And I certainly can't claim that none of them understand abuse.

I don't know why Mara is the only one that gets this sort of response. Mara is both an abuser and an abuse victim, she was a miserable person as a human to the point where she straight up decided to commit suicide. She was a cruel leader who believed that only she alone can save the world and that everybody else is at her disposal to be used as she wants. And she has since learned how awful she was and regrets it. She wants to change and be better. No matter the timeline, she remains our steadfast ally until the end. It's really not that difficult. There's no double or triple deceptions and manipulations involved.

Me and many others have actually literally been talking about how Destiny writing is currently focused so much on every character sounding like they've been going to therapy and how everyone is super introspective about their problems and wrongdoings. I assume this is because we're slowly wrapping things up and we can't have characters being too ambiguous in the face of our endgame enemies, but no matter what's the reason for it is, the conflicts and characters have been getting increasingly more straightforward. Mara is not going to flip the switch on us.

If you for any reason can't stand to see a storyline in which someone like Mara gets a second chance, that's something that you will have to deal with in your own time. Disengaging from the story is okay. Disengaging from the fandom is okay. Sometimes media will tell a story about your experience that doesn't align with yours perfectly, but it does align with other people who have been through similar issues.

And in case of Destiny, this is a story whose main theme is "second chances." Mara wants one so she deserves one. Savathun wanted one and she deserved one. Even Calus or Clovis or even the Witness; if they want one, they deserve one. It's okay to not want to forgive any of them personally and even to struggle with the fact that the story is trying to pass that as the right thing to do, but again, that's something for everyone to deal with in their time. And please don't make assumptions about other people and their relationship with abuse.

#destiny 2 #mara #abuse tw #long post #ask #ok to reblog btw #or add to

[tennessoui]

Serial killer Anakin AU: I just imagined Padme, who dated Anakin before, & who only barely got free of him, (& is probably traumatized after Anakin gifted her w/ Clovis's heart or smth) trying to do the right thing & warn Obi-Wan about him at the risk of her own life. But would Obi-Wan be like "how dare you slander my wonderful partner w/ baseless accusations" or "yeah no that actually makes sense oh gods im in danger help me" or "im gonna talk to anakin about this first & hear his side"??

All these options are delicious tbh like especially Padmé telling obi-wan and not like. The authorities. She’s convinced herself that there’s not enough evidence, it was all more of a feeling she got, and he let her go when she broke up with him, and and and…..

I do have a killer anakin au lurking around my blog lol but if this ask isn’t specific for that one’s dynamics, I’m thinking it would be interesting if obi-wan moves to town around the time Padmé is reaching the limit of what she can handle in the name of love and at first she’s relieved that her boyfriend seems to find the new librarian fascinating because that’s less heavy and constant attention on her as anakin sniffs around the new guy….she even encourages it, tells anakin to take Obi-Wan out for lunch because he must be lonely……

In hindsight maybe obi-wan is why anakin takes the break up with Padmé pretty well, all things considered. And eventually Padmé realizes they’re together and she can’t in good conscience let obi-wan walk into the lion’s den without telling him her suspicions (ok. her knowledge)

But this obi-wan would probably think that at least a little bit of Padmé’s warnings are because she’s bitter that anakin has moved on, which is very quite understandable really….but it’s not a reason to believe her. Especially because anakin is very sweet and very attentive and obi-wan likes him a lot.

(obi-wan likes a red flag, it’s his favorite color)

#asks #obikin #dark #Padmé tried at least #I wonder if she’d try to inform the authorities if only to save obi-wan from anakin 🤔 #only for anakin to decide that cannot happen because he cannot lose obi #breaks into padmes house and warns her that she can’t try to take back a gift she gave #(obi) #while like spinning a knife and generally being very threatening