#The god of the war just looked at this 12 years old boy that is too sassy and declared him one of his worst enemies

[callme-l]

People who haven't read the books don't know that they have just witnessed the birth of one of the biggest rivalries in the saga (Percy and Ares), second only to Zeus and taking care of his children

#percy jackson #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo #ares pjo #ares percy jackson #zeus pjo #percy series #rrverse #the lightning thief #I know I'm late for the party #But :P #I was going to put Ares and Percy but I want to show who is the best #They rivalrie is just so funny to me #The god of the war just looked at this 12 years old boy that is too sassy and declared him one of his worst enemies

[toyourheartandback]

WAITING LINE

book!percy jackson x reader

in which you have been waiting to be percy’s first choice since the first time you met him

word count: 1.45k

warnings: bad english and crearly ooc percy (because he’s such a complex character and i strongly believe his relationship with annabeth is fundamental for his development)

a/n: currently reading son and feeling very inspired to write a second part with older percy, but first i gotta see if at least one person gets interested in this one

you met percy jackson for the first time at 12 years old. the two of you stumbled across each other on the lakeshore by the limit of the forest, some days after him returning the lighting bolt and luke’s betrayal. camp halfblood was a mess, trying to recover from the possibility of a war between gods and the realization of being backstabbed by their favorite counselor, and that’s why both of you decided to search peace far from all of that.

when you approached the lake, percy was sitting into the water with damp clothes looking at the sun in front of him. it was time for apollo to rest from his work, but there were still enough light to let you see the tears on the boy’s cheeks once you got close to him. “can i stay here?” he moved his head in your direction at the question while attempting to get rid of the tears with his hand. “yeah, sure.”

the sand and the water were still warm when your bare feet touched it as you reached the close side of the son of poseidon and sat there. sea green eyes full of curiosity followed all of your movements. “i’m percy, what’s your name?” you giggled a little too loud at his first statement that he looked at you confused.

“do you really think i don’t know who you are?” of course you knew him. how could you not? everyone at camp talked about the little kid who killed a minotaur, returned the master bolt and saved olympus all in one week. he was a hero and a cute one as well. “i’m y/n between.”

percy blushed at your words and you couldn’t help but feel yourself do the same at the sight. “nice to meet you, y/n” he had a bright welcoming smile on his face and the two of started talking for hours after that moment. sharing insecurities, passions, feelings and moments. everything that came to your minds. the both of you felt finally seen after some tremendous weeks.

that time was one of many through the years. during the school year you would send letters to each other and while at camp you would meet up when you could make time for that, between his quests and the war. it was always at that same spot on the lakeshore after dinner. just the two of you, alone.

your friendship was like a whisper, a quiet secret. you weren’t that close outside of your private encounters full of emotions and doubts about your lives. percy had his friends, his adventures and a prophecy to fulfill. he didn’t have the time for you.

nonetheless you didn’t care if you were able to see each other just once a week because it was enough. until the letters stopped arriving in your mailbox and percy started ignoring you at camp. the first time was because of rachel and then when he started dating annabeth. you were very happy for him, but you were also crying in your cabin at night missing the guy who knew you the best.

at some point you had to move on with your life. percy and annabeth were perfect for each other. he didn’t need your silly conversations anymore when he could just talk to his nice little girlfriend. so you moved on and it was like you and him have never been anything for one another. simply two people whose lives never crossed.

that was all before he decided to startle your life again. “since when do you still pray?” his unexpected voice made a shiver go through your spine. you were in the waiting line for burning your offerings to the gods at dinner and percy was just right behind you, probably also waiting for his turn like you were. “i could tell you the same thing” you said looking at him smirking at your words.

he seemed more mature since the last time you two had an interaction together. probably it was achille’s curse or the weight of the war on his shoulders, but to you it was deeper than that. he wasn’t the little kid crying on the lakeshore that you met years prior anymore. he almost resembled a god and you would have believed he was if you didn’t know better.

“i don’t” percy answered you with a shrug of his shoulders and deep green eyes looking at yours. “usual spot tonight?” you were at loss of words but a million thought in your head, so you just nodded. he showed you the biggest and most radiant smile ever and left you baffled in front of the burning fire.

perhaps it was stupid agreeing. after months trying to forget him, you just didn’t need the wound to be open again. but you still went to that same old spot that night right after dinner and percy was already there, waiting for you. all of your doubts were swept away when he looked at you.

gods, you missed him.

“i’m glad you came” he genuinely seemed happy to see you, almost relieved. his hands were fidgeting with riptide as a pen and his puppy eyes were focused on yours. your heart was doing cartwheels and backflips at the mere sight of percy jackson. you pulled yourself together by focusing your gaze behind the boy and reminding yourself of your well thought argument that you prepped before approaching him. “percy, why are we here?”

“I think we should talk” you sighed at his answer, fixing your camp t-shirt nervously while still facing the shining water instead of his deep stare of the same color. “talk about what?” you just wanted the boy to acknowledge how unfair he had been with you, rather than pushing you away. you wanted closure.

he placed riptide in his jeans pocket and got closer to you, trying to get in your line of sight. “i missed you” your cheeks were flushing an unintentional bright red at his words that only got worse once the son of poseidon grabbed your hands. “i’m lost without your support” percy’s touch on your skin was as tender as his voice in your ears.

“you have other people in your life to rely on” your bitterness was shown as you scoffed. the boy squeezed your hands and gave you a sweet smile, getting so close that you could breathe the comforting smell of salt water. “annabeth and i broke up” you pushed him away as hard as your heart sank at his words.

“i’m just your rebound” you felt so stupid for misplacing his actions towards you. percy was there only because he felt alone and you were his last and most desperate choice. tears started rolling down your cheeks as you were overwhelmed with emotions. “no, y/n, no” he tried to come closer but you shoved him off. “i couldn’t bear being near you before” his whole being was showing guilt and worry, but you could only see pity for you.

“i need to be alone” you were already backing away from him, rubbing your face to stop crying and trying to compose yourself. percy was frenetically apologizing as he was attempting to grab your arms to make you stay with him. “please, i’m sorry, just listen to me” he looked like a rumbling mess, but you couldn’t have this conversation with him that day. you thought you were ready to confront him and you were wrong.

you had gotten the explanation of his behavior that you so ardently needed, therefore you could leave and you did. you just walked away from him and went straight to your cabin, shutting the door behind. you thanked the gods that your siblings were at the campfire as you started violently sobbing.

he was being unfair to you. you were just starting to get over him and then he barged into your peacefulness with his cocky handsome smile and pretty dark hair which you weren’t able to ignore. the son of poseidon knew how whipped you were of him and that you would have always waited for him to affirm your place in his life, but you were tired of being left on the sidelines for when he needed a shoulder to cry on. you didn’t need to be made second to annabeth or rachel or anyone else, not a goddamn prophecy either. you were going to be first on someone else’s line if you couldn’t be on percy’s.

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus

[natlacentral]

'I've got to pinch myself': Paul Sun-Hyung Lee on playing Iroh in 'Avatar: The Last Airbender'

Presumably the people outside a local car dealership a couple of years ago who heard Paul Sun-Hyung Lee let out a “huge whoop” during a phone call with his agent didn't fully grasp the significance of that celebratory sound.

The Toronto actor beloved as the internet’s “Appa” thanks to “Kim’s Convenience” and a popular part of the “Star Wars” universe, too, was about to become the internet’s favourite uncle.

Lee had landed the role of Uncle Iroh in “Avatar: the Last Airbender,” Netflix’s much anticipated live-action reimagining of a well loved animated series (not to be confused with James Cameron’s “Avatar” films).

“Honestly, I have moments where I think I’ve got to pinch myself because, even as a youngster, I never would have believed that I could be a part of these things, because I never saw anybody who looked like me reflected in any of these shows,” the Korean Canadian actor said, reflecting on his roles in “Airbender” and the “Star Wars” spinoffs “The Mandalorian” and “Ahsoka,” in which he plays the popular Captain Carson Teva.

As Iroh in “Airbender,” Lee has stepped into the robes of another fan favourite character.

First, a bit of a primer: “Avatar: The Last Airbender,” which debuts Thursday, is about a 12-year-old boy, the “Avatar” of the title, on a quest to save the world from the rapacious Fire Nation, which has gone to war with the Earth, Water and Air peoples. Despite his youth, Avatar Aang (played by Vancouver actor Gordon Cormier) is a powerful “bender,” honing his ability to manipulate air, water, earth and fire.

Aang and his friends — Katara, a water bender (played by Indigenous Canadian Kiawentiio), and her brother, Sokka (American actor Ian Ousley) — are being hunted by fire bender Prince Zuko (American Dallas Liu), who’s accompanied by his wise and compassionate Uncle Iroh, himself a fire bender and a former Fire Nation general.

If that all sounds kind of geeky, well, that’s right up Lee’s alley.

The 51-year-old has well-established nerd bona fides as a fan of “Star Wars” and other science fiction (he shares his love of the genre on his Bitterasiandude Inc. YouTube channel). He caught up with the original “Avatar: The Last Airbender” (which aired on Nickelodeon from 2005 to 2008, then moved to Netflix) while he was still working on the CBC comedy “Kim’s Convenience” (2016-21), in which he played a South Korean immigrant who runs a convenience store in Toronto. 

In 2018, as new fans were discovering “Kim’s” worldwide after the series moved to Netflix, the streaming giant announced its remake of “Airbender,” setting in motion Lee's ascent into another dream role. 

“Almost immediately I got fan casted (as Iroh) by all these people on the internet,” Lee said in a Zoom interview. “I was very, very flattered, but I was doing ‘Kim’s.’”

A few years later, though, “Kim’s” had ended and Lee got an audition for what was billed as a basketball movie called “Blue Dawn,” as a coach who had come out of retirement to guide his nephew.

Although he’s “more of a baseball, hockey guy,” Lee taped the audition and then forgot about it, until a callback a couple of months later. Except now, the retired basketball coach Howard was named Iroh.

“There’s only one Iroh that I know of,” said Lee. “And so I remember thinking, ‘Oh my God, this is for “Avatar”’ … right away I got super nervous. The stakes went up and I really wanted this part.”

But, after doing a chemistry read with Liu and not hearing anything for a couple of weeks, Lee assumed he had missed out on the role, which is part of the lot of an actor … until his agent called just as Lee and his wife were about to sign a lease on a new vehicle.

“So I excused myself, leaving the salesman completely befuddled. I went outside and that’s when I learned that I landed the role. And immediately let out this huge whoop. I had forgotten that I was in a public area and there were lots of people outside, and they all suddenly looked at me and I said, ‘It’s OK. It’s good news. It’s great news.’”

There was one more hurdle to overcome, though. 

“Airbender,” which shoots in Vancouver, overlapped Lee’s schedule for “The Mandalorian,” which films in Los Angeles. And playing Iroh meant shaving off the middle part of the moustache that Lee sports as Captain Teva.

“Luckily I was able to have my cake and eat it at the same time,” said Lee. “Lucasfilm was like, ‘Oh, we’ll just build him a little fake moustache to put on while he’s shooting (“The Mandalorian”).’”

Lee isn’t certain how familiar the producers of “Airbender” were with his work on “Kim’s Convenience” — it's an established fact that “Mandalorian” producer and director Dave Filoni was a “Kim’s” fan before he cast Lee — but he considers his latest job to be another of the many blessings accruing from the CBC series.

“‘Kim’s Convenience’ was such a wonderful launching pad for my career,” Lee said. “I mean, that show was kind of my coming out party in terms of the film and TV world.”

Lee, who was born in South Korea but immigrated to Canada with his parents when still an infant, struggled to find good film and TV roles as a young actor in the 1990s and early aughts. 

After graduating from drama school at the University of Toronto, he did a lot of theatre work, but onscreen “I played a lot of doctors, a lot of store clerks, a lot of window dressing-type caricatures, not characters.”

And yet, he persisted. 

Despite not seeing himself reflected in the television he devoured as a kid and from which he developed his love of storytelling, “I thought, well, heck, if there’s nobody (else Asian) out there, maybe there’s a shot for me to get in … that was kind of foolish thinking because maybe you’re the only one because a lot of people have tried and haven’t been able to get through. But I was just too stupid and too stubborn to quit, so just kept at it.”

Now Lee hopes to provide inspiration for the young Asian actors coming up behind him.

On the set of “Airbender,” which has many Asian actors in its cast, Lee became particularly close with Liu, the 22-year-old Chinese-Indonesian-American actor playing his beloved nephew. Just as Iroh is protective of Zuko, for whom he becomes a surrogate father, Lee said he wanted to nurture Liu.

“Every chance that I got to just sort of give him little pearls of wisdom based on my experiences … I couldn’t help but want to see him succeed,” Lee said. “This kid is a superstar,” he added.

Now that Lee himself is part of two much-loved pop culture franchises, “my cup runneth over,” but he still has entries on his acting bucket list.

“Not to sound greedy, but I’d love to do ‘Star Trek’ because that's filming right in our backyard. I’d love to do a ‘Ghostbusters.’ All those geeky playgrounds I never got a chance to play in. I want to be in a rom-com. I want to be in a Western, the genres that I grew up watching …

“But I’ll take it as it comes and I’m grateful for what I have. And if this is the only thing I ever do again I will be thankful for it because a lot of people don’t get these opportunities.”

#natla #atla #netflix avatar #netflix atla #avatar the last airbender #paul sun hyung lee #atla netflix #avatar netflix #toronto star #article

[acatnamedloki]

Why Mycroft Canner is crying (and is the most sopping wet cat character of all time)

In the book 'The Will to Battle' Mycroft spends half the book crying so in order to recover from my insane Book Hangover I decided to write a list of all the reasons Mycroft is crying in this book (some of them are even valid!!)

If you haven't read Ada Palmer's 'Terra Ignotia' series, this list contains extremely out of context and vague spoilers and not a lot of plot information so give it a read and see if he's a character you'll like (and then read the series and go insane with me)

Chapter 2

Someone said they trust him

He's not exactly crying but he is sitting on a bench, hugging his knees and trying to ignore his hallucinations while people are debating the future of the human race (pure wet cat behaviour)

Chapter 3

He saw the Mediterranean sea

Now he's in Crete and the sea smells salty

He was told he couldn't join a meeting (to be fair, he just did a bunch of traveling to get to the meeting)

Chapter 7

He saw a pretty boy

Recovers for a bit, has a whole ass conversation then starts crying again for the same reason (also because the pretty boy is looking all sad and vulnerable)

Someone was kind to the pretty boy (he at least tried to weep silently here)

He found out someone cares about him enough to try and track him (OK but this bit is crazy because Mycroft was just beat up, is bleeding, kidnapped, has a collar of knives around his throat, tied up, electrocuted, pushed to the ground and having a heart attack. He is totally fine with this. But then starts sobbing out of GRATITUDE because he found out someone kinda sorta cares about him!!!!?)

Ok NOW he's finally crying because he's scared (he described it as "strange" that he was crying and "tinged my eyes with salt". Good job Mycroft! Way to under-react to the situation)

Chapter 8 (still kidnapped and just been double-stabbed)

Someone threatened to kill a 17 year old boy who Mycroft believes is god

Someone asked where Bridger was (ok this bit is actually sad I started crying too)

Someone tried to start WWIII and Mycroft had a mini freak out

He saw an old building covered in graffiti

He got told off because he didn't try to kill his kidnappers (Mycroft actually tried to protect??? the original kidnappers - this is kind of a nesting doll kidnapping situation)

Chapter 11

A really old document got stolen

Caesar (his sort of president/sort of master) is wearing a new suit (its noted that he is sobbing for like 3 pages here)

Chapter 12

Pride, relief and grief (an odd mix but ok)

Chapter 13

He was hallucinating and (understandably) freaked out. Then started crying when someone asked if he was ok.

Chapter 14

Theres like a super intense argument happening between Caesar and god

Caesar put a really harsh punishment on some people who deserved it and Mycroft had a full on existential crisis because he believes he deserved it too (like he passed out and started sobbing because he deserves worse? than being a slave?)

Chapter 19

The scary space people decided to join a war (not crying because a giant lion is sitting on him, happy because at least its muting his sobs)

Chapter 21

He saw some fireworks

#ada palmer #too like the lightning #Will to battle #Mycroft Canner #sopping wet cat behaviour #terra ignota

[atd-everything-girl]

A Demigod of my own.. Ch. 1 my little seashell.

This is a fanfic about Triton from Percy Jackson series and his point of view along with an couple of ocs of mine to make the story interesting. (With a couple of my hcs enjoy!)

The prince Triton, the son of poiseden.. That was his only identity so far.. expect for that dumb Disney movie the little mermaid (he swears that movie portrayed him way too old). Triton had been feeling more insecure than ever, a thought he had heard a couple of fish gossiping about earlier 'Prince Triton takes so much pride in being poiseden's heir he's immortal it's not like he gonna die anytime soon.' and then another fish said 'you know a couple years back I heard poiseden telling that Demigod boy of his that he was his favourite son.' Triton had left not wanting to hear more (he silently destroyed those fish later on due to anger) but the thought had remained with him since had that stupid Jackson boy accepted immortality instead of telling the gods to be better parents his father would have replaced him in a heartbeat for Percy, the thought still silently terrified him though he knew that confronting poiseden and demanding to ask why a puny Demigod was his favourite; he knew that he would only be asked a thousand questions and probably punishment 'How do you know I said that? ' 'He saved olympus twice what have you ever done to become my heir besides being my oldest son?' 'He beat Ares in a fight when he was 12 tell me do you have the guts to fight Ares?' and so on Triton had silently been growing more resentful of Percy and more depressed worrying about how much importance did he really have and that his father probably couldn't care less about him in general, he'd been growing more paranoid as well. However, some help and comfort he had received due to a certain friend. A couple years back he had been answering calls on Poseidon's behalf because poiseden had some 'matters' to attend to (probably chasing a poor Ocean nymph) when a certain call by a minor god only a few years younger than him intrigued him a son of Hades called Zagreus, the younger god had been rather friendly with him and told him that they should meet sometime when he comes to the surface, Triton had agreed on the condition that they would not be up there for more than 7 hours since his mother would question him if he were and those questions would annoy him, Zagreus had told him to meet at a beach near one of the exits out of Hades's realm. They had infact met there and Zagreus said ' Dude, try assuming human form so can roam on land and we can a proper conversation ' ' what's wrong with me being in the water?' Triton had asked. 'Well I don't like sitting on sand for too long and also your face looks like a monster-like green.' 'Thank you for your honesty Mr underworld prince but I don't know how to walk on legs. ' 'come on just try it I'll teach you ' 'fine.' so he had transformed, his skin colour was a perfect tan, his Curly Black hair still tied in a high ponytail, he had some black leggings and blue sweater on and of course he stumbled a couple times but Zagreus had taught him how to walk properly soon Triton could run, for a while it has become a weekly thing Zagreus would ires-message him to meet up, Triton would make his father was too busy to notice that Triton had stepped out of his realm and then he would talk with Zagreus for hours, despite being two princes/heirs of two different realms they had a lot in common their fathers being rather neglectful and distant, them having better relationships with their mother figures,them feeling rather questionable due to their fathers having obvious Demigod favourite ism (Though a difference being that Zagreus actually liked his Demigod brother a lot), there had been a couple of times where they couldn't meet due to the war with gaea and Kronos and during approximately 2 or 3 years before Percy's intial claiming, Triton had met a certain woman a lifeguard who worked part time at wallmart, Sofia malician. A beautiful red headed woman with olive skin colour and kind sky-blue eyes. He had met her when zag had ires-messaged him and he was waiting for him. He had saw her sitting and ended up staring at her, Sofia caught him once he turned his face away, twice he turned his face away again.

#SURPRISE!! #HADES game x Percy Jackson cross over au! #percy jackson #triton pjo #Triton #amphitrite #Poseidon pjo #amphitrite pjo #percy jackson fanfiction #Percy Jackson fanfic fic #the reason why the Last paragraphs are photos is becuz tumblr didn't let me save anything new but it DID let me save photos soo #you get the idea #my first fanfic #if there are any corrections please let me know #zagreus #will you guys believe me if I tell you this fic has been sitting in my drafts for over 2 years now?

[rosie-kairi]

Man the way KH brainrot has me going insane, especially khux and having ven shoot up from top 5 characters all the way to number 1, like he's the most tragic character and I can't get over it (i will fight anyone who says its not ven they're wrong).

Like in unchained x he's likely 8 years old, no wonder he always considered himself not very good and didn't have friends. All the keyblade wielders are preteens and teens none of them want to train a 8 year old from the ground up which sucks because we know by bbs he's actually very strong and a talented wielder.

Then we fast forward 2 years to union x and it was only recently pointed out to me that has he not replaced strelitzia he likely would've fought in the keyblade war. He narrowly escaped dying as a child soilder at 10 in war and the universe saw that and decided to make his life worse for it. Because then we find out the original darkness took advantage of him and the guilt nearly ate him alive he was willing to let his own surrogate brother strike him down as righteous justice. But when that didn't happen he then willingly jumped into a fight he knew he would lose to save his friends at 11 years old. Ven is a baby! He's too young for all this! And then he never sees his friends the only family he's ever known again! What the fuck!

And then the poor kid gets screwed over even more because a maniacal old man has been obsessed with his visage his whole life and he gets trained tortured for a year and when xehanort can't mold ven into his perfect weapon he just straight up murders him! Ven is only 12 and this is the second attempt on his life! He barely survived and then gets placed in the care of his old friends grandson that he does not know or remember and then is almost killed by him (god poor ven the memories are too painful to bear) and then he's lied to about losing his new friends and forced into a fight to the death. Once again Ven willingly enters a fight he knows will end badly for him to save his friends and he's 16! That's 4 murder attempts now!

And then poor Ven is left in an enchanted coma for 12 years since radiant garden doesn't fall for another year and then 9 years go by until KH I and then Sora goes to sleep for a year after COM, and then when he finally wakes up it's to fight in the war he barely escaped from as a child.

And only now post Melody of Memory he reaches 17 by a miracle but it seems the fortellers and MoM are the new big bads so I can only imagine what horrors wait for Ven. Poor kid barely escaped childhood and has had years of his life stolen from him like Ven cannot catch a goddamn break and he lives rent free in my head I think about his overarching story too long and I can feel the madness set in.

Totally!!!! Nothing but bad times are coming for this kid in the coming saga. There's the stress of looking for Sora, of course, but then after everyone let's their guard down DARING to believe that they'll get some peace and quiet for once in their lives THESE assholes with the animal masks and the unbelievably strong keyblades show up and Ventus recognizes them somewhat. And then that leads to him slowly getting his memories back and he remembers what happened to him in the past. He'll collapse from the weight of it all!!!

Ventus is so. Everything to me. I think he's probably my favorite character in the "mainline" series proper. You can fit SO much horrific experiences inside of this little blonde boy

#ask rosie a question! #anon ask #Sorry I don't have much to say I'm very tired atm lol #But yeah. Everything you just said #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts union x #khux #kh ventus #ventus

[mooncleaver]

warnings: the battle of manhattan basically, one mention of g*be, loosely canonical

[14:20]

"she's just- agh! i don't even know why im so frustrated!"

his voice leaked with worry, cracking at its seams with barely contained panic that etched his dialogue, utterly maddened at the thought of you being separated from him. he didn't even have time to react properly when you'd disappeared from his sight to help the others prepare for the imminent battle, leaving like a breeze that left him a tangled mess thinking of how he wouldn't be able to protect you if something—gods forbid—ever happened to you. there was simply no time to act on his thoughts; there were so many lives at risk if any single mistake was made in these fragile moments.

much to percy's deathly relief, he got the chance to visit sally one more time before everything went down. though, it was not as joyful as a trip to his mother's would usually be. his movements were frantic, furiously trying to contact you and not attract any monsters at the same time. he paced around the apartment at least twice in a circle, muffled footsteps thudding like the the ones emanating from his heartbeat, a thousand thoughts whirring in his mind faster than he could comprehend.

“percy,” his mother’s distant voice buzzed in his ear but he was too preoccupied to think it wasn't just a figment of his battered imagination. 

sally frowned at her son's condition. he looked out of breath, eyes moving wildly with a burden far too heavy weighing on his shoulder. of course, she knew the perils of the demigod life, already experiencing it first hand when she was held hostage by the god of the underworld. even after she was set free, knowing her son had gone through all of that danger—dangers that a 12 year old should not have to confront, ever—still made her heart palpitate wildly with anxiety and unease. back then.. he was still so innocent to the true cruelty of this world. 

all her life sally had done everything she could to protect him, shouldered the rain for him and took bullets life aimed at them. she believed with her whole heart that he was the greatest blessing to her, a ball of happiness contained into this wonder of a boy. he was her light in the darkness, borne of ardor and genuine adoration between her and a man that seemed to be a myth on earth. and that was what their love story felt like: a golden myth between two lost souls looking for solace. but the world was a wicked thing sometimes, slipping through a back door and carving out a person as it took and took from them. when he left, her salvation came in the form of her son with the brightest eyes and the purest of hearts; sally would be damned if something happened to him. 

but some things were just.. simply meant to be. things like going through a hurt that would mar someone physically and mentally, but also to come back with a love that allowed one to forgive cruel fate. that didn't mean that she wouldn't fight tooth and nail trying to defy it for her only boy. it was a hard pill to swallow but as the saying goes, if you love something, let it go. with time she learnt to let go, to let him experience the life he was meant to live—all the good and bad, the ones that shaped him to be the valiant boy he is now. in the end, he always came back. her baby boy always came back to her with the same heart that was too big for the world.

and to think that dreadful year was just the beginning of it. now, he was preparing for war with a titan. gearing up with armor that looked as if it’d crumble at the sight of an ill-intent heart, with will power that was only just forged, too fragile to be hurt. absolutely no mother in this world would want to see their child off to war—he was just a boy for goodness sake, only fifteen. although he was a teenager already now, grown and mature for his age, in her eyes he'd always be her baby that would munch on her blue cookies, so small and ingenuous as he sat on the marble counters. her baby who was her driving force, her reason and her motivation to give the both of them a better life, even if it meant marrying someone as vile as gabe ugliano. it pained her deeply to see percy so distressed.

she finally reached out to him gently, trying not to surprise him as she hooked her arms over his elbows. "hey, hey, look at me,"

"what's going on?" percy looked up at her, eyes filled with glassy frustration and cavernous fear for the one he was talking about. sally brushed the stray hairs that lamented his forehead after his relentless messing of it, revealing those ceruleans that she adored so much.

"y/n, she- she just left! didn't even tell me where.. just said that she'd go help the rest and that we'd meet in the battlefield.. we were supposed to go there together but.."

oh.. so it was about her. his best friend that he met at camp, his best friend that he would subconsciously ramble about whenever she asked about how life away from home was going. the one that he always seemed to deviate to, even if the conversation wasn't about her in the first place. the same 'best friend' that was clearly brewing into something more at its seams. sally couldn't help but smile at the way her son was fretting over your safety.

"calm your heart, darling, take a deep breathe. everything's going to be okay." and by the gods, there was absolutely no better place in this world than a mother's embrace. he felt the trepidations disappear the moment he succumbed to her allaying scent, eyes closing as the present finally found clemency in his mind. 

she always smelled like milk and honey to him. sometimes with a hint of jasmine or bergamot in fleeting flashes that lingered in his senses, but always milk and honey prevailing. it reminded him of the scent of sweet salvation and oh did he hope that when he dies the promised land was in the arms of his mother.

maybe it was the way sally was caressing his back so tenderly that it reminded him of the way she would do that whenever he felt upset, or maybe it was the way he could feel her heartbeat as he laid his ears against her chest; a heart that beat so passionately with love that it was the sole thing anchoring him in this moment. whatever it was, he knew that it was because she was simply his mother, and a mother's love transcends even words and time.

after letting him come back to his senses for a whim, she cupped the side of his cheek onto her palms, guiding his head to face her with a certain benign only one so passionately loving would show, "it's alright to feel angry or upset. you care about her safety, don't you? care manifests differently in people, percy. and it's okay to feel so vehemently about protecting her. that’s what love does to people.”

percy felt his heart skip a beat.

"i don't-" and she gave him a look that dared him to deny her words once more. percy quickly shut his mouth after, scrunching up his brows. there was so much to say and yet, there was nothing needed to be said. she already understood his heart from a single glance at his face, maybe understood him more than he understood himself. 

"i guess.. you're right." he eventually let out, honestly unsure of himself. what did she mean, love? surely it was a kind of familiar or platonic love.. right? like loving a sister. but his heart painfully protested otherwise.

"of course i am." she smiled cheekily, nudging her elbows onto his side as he looked away, clearly embarrassed.

sally pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead, resting the pad of her thumb on the bags under his eyes and it felt like pure magic; as if her mere touch could heal him. "now you just keep a clear mind and go out there to find her, okay?"

"but what about you, paul-" percy panicked again, now thinking about the safety of the two of the most important people in his life.

“don't worry about us, baby. we're gonna go find somewhere safe to stay. besides, if any fool ever tries me, you know i do have quite the experience with the.. ehem, defense tools." defense tools might sound like a little bit of an understatement. his mother knew how to defend herself well of course. hades, he even convinced her to take on taekwondo lessons at some point. not to mention that she does in fact know how to use a gun—only for emergencies, of course. you can never be too safe from potential danger.

percy let out a breathy chuckle at her words. even in the most dire situations, sally would always manage to spark up a happy light inside of him. with a new-found resolute, he took a deep breathe and steeled his heart, now even more determined to find you and protect the people he loved.

“okay. okay.. i'm gonna leave now. please, please be safe. i love you so much, mom.” he almost jumped into her arms again, squeezing his eyes shut at the crook of her neck so he could burn it in his mind her familiar scent, the feeling of her hug.

sally smiled fondly, replying to him in the gentlest of tones. “i love you too percy.”

and just when he was about to leave out the door he felt her grab onto his arm again, now faced with a scarily sudden threatening look that he did not want to fall prey to again, "and no funny business out there, you hear me young man?" percy didn’t need to be told that twice. she really meant it with the way her eyes earned a sharp gleam to them, ready to pounce if anyone were to disobey her.

"yes ma’am."

and maybe percy didn't understand what this 'love' his mother was talking about before, but when you took that poisoned dagger meant for him, willingly risking your own life for the sake of him, he finally knew what it meant to love someone. to have your heart resting on the tip of their fingers, so easily broken if they were to make a single detrimental shift. to love someone so much that it made him afraid to lose. that notion alone turned his fears into a burning passion, a burning passion to care about you with such devotion that would one day be venerated in the stars, glittering so brightly as if his love refused to falter.

ok but like let me just rave about how much i love my mom and how much i love sally jackson through this fic pls

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#yall my work quality has been DECLINING #not proud of this one i think #ill get over it eventually #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x reader fluff #pjo #sally jackson #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson scenarios #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #the last olympian #finished wip #Greek Mythology #kronos #playing perahu kertas by maudy ayunda if anyone knows! #ur the real g #percy jackson angst #paul blofis

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when i tell you i am frothing at the mouth reading through your metas. oh my god. obsessed with everything you have to say. we seem to have a few of similar opinions and theories regarding dazai and i love it. he’s my absolute favorite character in the series and second favorite character out of fiction overall and i just LOVE what you have to say about him so much!! your theory on him being the book’s seal? BRILLIANT oh my god so interesting. i’ve never had any real reason for it nor specific idea of why they’re wealthy, but just today i was talking to a friend about how i’ve always kind of had a feeling that he grew up wealthy, and so when i saw the one of him being the son of mafia benefactors it caught my eye so fast. i just have this image in mind?? as him as a young child, right after the war ended — maybe he’s 11 or 12? — sitting silently in the back of a full classroom, maybe at a private school (his parents are neglectful, always having had preferred to send him away rather than raise him), observing all of his classmates with an apathetic expression on his face. he doesn’t fit in with them; he never has. always excluded, and most of the time, it’s of his own accord. he doesn’t feel like them, doesn’t understand why they are just so… different from him. he often is punished by his parents for it, the purposeful seclusion and all the things that come along with it, because despite the fact that they neglect their other duties as parents, they never forget to punish him. omg i’m getting so carried away describing this i’m rambling again LOL sorry!!!! -from, frog!

Hello Frog! :)

Sorry this took me so long to reply! I'm really glad you're enjoying my analyses, and that you shared your thoughts with me!

Dazai is a really fascinating character. For all that we follow him in the story closely and get to see what he was like and how he changed at different ages, he's very much still a mystery. It makes it really fun to theorize.

The "he had a wealthy family who were probably associated with the Mafia" comes from three places:

He's stated to not be an orphan in Fifteen, or connected to Mori in any way before their agreement. But he had to be someone, or some random 14 year old wouldn't make any sense as a key witness whose word would be believed by the Mafia.

He clearly knew the Old Boss and vice versa, but he's apparently never seen death up close before, nor was he a part of the Mafia. That doesn't make it seem like he's the Old Boss' son or grandson or anything. Maybe he was a nephew, for Hamlet reasons. (That actually might work, considering irl Dazai wrote his own spin on Hamlet... food for thought!)

Oba Yozo's backstory in No Longer Human, as an alienated young boy who couldn't seem to feel or understand the importance of the things his wealthy family placed importance on, and so disguised his true feelings and fear of being "found out" by clowning to make everybody laugh. (Overly simplified, but I don't want to get too into it in case you haven't read it. The author also came from a wealthy family, so I feel pretty confident about this take on his backstory!)

If you enjoy Dazai backstory theorizing, @daz4i has some good headcanons. You've already read mine, but I've since written the first chapter of a fic called Clear Eye on ao3, which does kind of go into my own interpretation of it. There's also lots of other theories out there that are worth a look!

And of course, maybe you have written something yourself in this span of time... (if you have, please let me know!)

#thanks for the ask! #🐸 anon #<-this is you now #bsd #bsd dazai #storyrambles

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A Tarnished Copper Boy (12)

Previous | Next | Ao3 Last chapter, Steve insisted on regular cuddles in bed, they celebrated Christmas in spring since Steve missed it in his last blip, and Eddie struggled with how important Steve has become to him.

Chapter 12: The Worm Ouroboros

Spring refuses to show any signs of colour, the grey skies invading well into the warming months and bringing with it a sticky warmth that leaves everyone uncomfortable.

Wayne grumbles that a little extra rain wouldn’t hurt even as he gripes that he doesn’t like the idea of the new mall opening: it’s going to take local business away from the town centre. He’s extra suspicious as to the nighttime work that’s happening in addition to the usual daytime scaffolding.

Steve continues to look restless at times, taking to staring out the trailer like a dog at the pet store window. It makes Eddie feel inexplicably guilty like he’s the one chaining Steve to the house. That his happiness at having Steve at his fingertips, available to him at all times, has morphed into some otherworldly power and like Hades to Steve’s Persephone he has abducted him to stay as his wife, doomed to be imprisoned in the underworld until spring comes. Eddie supposes in this analogy that spring is 1986, which means that Steve’s rebirth is still a long year away.

He's taken to reading from Eddie’s library, refusing to yet touch Lord of the Rings for the pure stubborn sake of all the times he’d told Dustin he’d never read it. But Eddie thinks that as Steve continues to look caged up and restless, that it’s only a matter of time. Otherwise, he dives into Eddie’s collection with the enthusiasm of a man looking for a distraction. A feeling that Eddie knows well.

He finishes one old novel during Spring Break, lounging back on the couch with a foot flat on the floor by Eddie’s hips. Hellfire has a day-long campaign planned and Eddie is cross-legged, his back to Steve while he looks down at his notes on the coffee table. Making sure everything is in narrative order and occasionally writing little additions as inspiration strikes.

Steve closes his book with a thoughtful sound, on its cover a long silver serpent eats its own tail against a backdrop of black and red. Eddie looks over, interested in how quickly Steve has flown through reading it. “You like it?”

Steve hums absently, “It’s okay, but I don’t understand how they travel from Earth to Mercury if this is a fantasy.”

“It’s the power of imagination, buttercup,” Eddie grins. Steve flips through the pages to the intricate map of the mountains in Demonland. “I like Lord Gro.”

Eddie turns more fully to Steve, intrigued.

Steve’s gaze turns inward and thoughtful, feeling out his words before he says them. “He’s complicated, right? He has a lot going for him — trusted by the king, a cool adventurer, courageous and skilled. But then he falls in love and betrays his allies. Just. The struggle as he decides what’s the right thing to do is interesting.”

He turns the book over to contemplate the cover with pursed lips, “The ending is a bummer though. I get wanting something so bad you wish for a redo but being bitter because no one sees you as heroes anymore, so you ask the gods to let you go back to the start of the war. Morons,” he concludes, scathingly succinct.

Eddie nods, excited because he had similar thoughts when reading it as well. “Yeah, and that’s the point of the title too, you know? The Worm Ouroboros — the snake that eats its tail. It represents an eternal cycle and so they end up where they started.”

Steve clicks his fingers at him, “That’s what you were talking about the time you didn’t want to make dinner. What’d you say?” Steve looks up while he thinks. “Life is a never-ending story of eating, shitting, and eating again. Life and birth or something?”

Eddie blushes, charmed that Steve had been listening closely enough to remember an off-the-cuff remark. “Life, death, and rebirth again, yeah.”

“You always have a choice, though,” Steve says musingly, still contemplating the stain in the shape of Australia on the ceiling. Eddie waits for him to explain but Steve remains silent. He calls his name and Steve blinks, looking down at Eddie on the floor.

“I mean, you could have refused to eat. Starve yourself and die and the cycle is broken. It’s shitty, but it’s still a choice.”

“Pumpkin,” Eddie says mock reprovingly, “That’s pretty fucking grim.”

“True though, dearest,” Steve challenges with a raised eyebrow, tone haughty.

“Okay,” Eddie admits, “True, yes. But I like living for the most part and you make a great carbonara, so why deny myself.”

Steve snorts, “You are obsessed with a little garlic and onion.”

Eddie can feel himself readying to pounce like a cat that’s sighted its prey. “But Stevie, it’s what you do with it!” He shrieks, pushing up on the balls of his feet to lunge over and tackle Steve.

The book goes flying to the floor with a thud and Steve lets out a big oof when Eddie knocks the breath out of him as he lands over his middle, he gleefully glares down at Steve, “Got you now!”

Steve breathlessly giggles as Eddie sticks his fingers into his sides and proceeds with the Munson Tickle Attack. Squirming under him, he bucks and Eddie nearly goes flying to the floor right after the book, but Steve hooks one leg behind him and flips him over to land heavily on his back. Eddie grunts and immediately rolls, trying to squirm out from under Steve to take back the upper hand. He nearly succeeds, but Steve suddenly sits heavily on Eddie’s lap, pinning his wrists above his head and stretching his torso to force Eddie down with his weight.

“Got you,” Steve breathlessly says, chest heaving from his exertion. Their noses nearly brushing, Steve’s eyes are close and intently trained on Eddie, the longer strands of his hair fall around them, creating a curtain, narrowing the world down to just the two of them.

Eddie licks his lips; they feel full and wanting under his tongue. “What’re you going to do about it,” he challenges.

He can feel himself growing hard underneath the soft meat of Steve’s ass and he grinds up just a fraction. Enough to tell himself that it’s barely noticeable. Steve’s eyes darken and his fingers tighten around Eddie’s wrists. He moans, eyes fluttering close. He wants Steve to push down harder, to squeeze harder. Anything to help relieve this ache growing in him, the compounding pressure building, threatening to crack across his body, distort and shake his frame apart.

Steve must hear Wayne approaching the front door before Eddie because his eyes widen in alarm and he quickly sits up, hand moving in front of his body before he flies to the end of the couch, a magazine suddenly open and in his lap. Eddie looks at him from the end of the couch, still splayed out and uncomprehending until he hears the key in the lock.

Steve looks over at his still stationary body and hisses his name.

ShitFuckDamn.

Eddie flees to the bathroom.

His back hitting the door behind him, Eddie tries to figure out what the fuck all that was. His thoughts however are reluctant to turn away from the memory of Steve’s eyes burning into his, to forget the enthralling weight of Steve forcing him down, making him submit under his hands and body.

Eddie bites against a moan and hurriedly unzips his jeans, forcing them down and under his balls. Spitting into his palm, he urgently strokes against his hard shaft and, if he were in his right mind, he might feel a sense of shame at how quickly it takes to get himself off. With one last dazzling twist of his wrist, he is shuddering, unravelling at the memory and scent of Steve that still lingers in his watering mouth.

He has just enough presence of mind to aim for the floor and thankfully manages not to splooge all over himself. Not when he has to walk back out there. Eddie curses again. He can’t go back out there. He can’t. He can’t look Steve in the eye after he nearly humped up onto him and then proceeded to whack it just a room away.

And what was Steve thinking? Was that just some wrestling that got out of control? Had Steve even felt half of what Eddie had out there? Christ, what if it had all been Eddie? He turns cold at the thought. Here he is already feeling like he’s Hades to Steve’s Persephone and he’s rubbing up on a guy who can’t even leave the house.

Though, flicking back to that look in Steve’s eyes he’s not sure: there had been an intensity about Steve that felt like it burned Eddie clean through to his soul. He’s a creative guy, but even he would struggle to imagine Steve looking at him so piercingly.

Eddie goes to run his hand down his face in frustration and only by sheer luck realises that he’s about to wipe his jizz over his nose. He recoils from his hand and smacks the back of his head against the door, grunting in pain.

“You okay in there?” Wayne calls out.

Eddie wants to die of mortification, just allow the floor to swallow him and cover back up again, preferably clean and with no evidence. “Fine,” he grits his teeth to call out, “Hit my elbow on the wall.”

“All right.”

The shuffling sound tells him that Wayne has walked away and Eddie decides that this is game time. He needs to strategize before he goes out there. Wayne will be in the living room as well as Steve. Eddie looks down at his watch cursing; it’s not exactly the end of the night but Wayne will be retiring soon and that means that Eddie’s looking down the barrel of walking into his room—that he shares with Steve—and getting into bed—that he shares with Steve and… what? Be the little spoon as usual?

Eddie swallows a hysterical giggle.

This is ridiculous, but he knows that he can’t face Steve right now. He can’t even think of meeting his eyes and seeing either pity or disgust. Jeff won’t mind if he crashes tonight; they can go over campaign ideas and Eddie can keep his mind off the feel of Steve’s ass on top of his dick.

He cleans up, staring himself down in the mirror as he washes his hands. “You’re not going to fuck this up, asshole. You’re going to go out there, not freak your friend out any further and give you both some space. You’ll see him tomorrow and apologise or never speak of it again, and everything will go back to normal.”

His reflection doesn’t look very convinced, so he flips it the bird before strolling out of the bathroom. He is cool, he is casual, he is not going to look like he just talked himself down from a freak-out.

Steve must have disappeared into the bedroom since Wayne sits alone on the couch, convincing Eddie even further that the best thing to do right now is to give them both some space.

He continues his very casual and cool stroll over to the coffee table where he sweeps up his notes; despite himself he blushes while bending further to grab the papers that had fallen to the floor during their wrestling.

Wayne is reading his newspaper and bears him no mind, but Eddie keeps his gaze firmly on his things as he gathers them into his arms. “I’m off, just going out to see one of the guys.”

Wayne finally looks up over the rim of his paper, an eyebrow raised. “It’s late.” Which is a weird observation because Wayne’s never given Eddie too much strife about bedtimes and the like.

“I’ll probably stay overnight,” Eddie says weakly. “You know, paint our nails, do our hair, decide on the best monster to skin for armour. Just the usual girl stuff.”

“Okay,” Wayne says simply with an undertone of judgment that Eddie has no hope of understanding. It’s just one extra element of stress he doesn’t need in that moment so he nods jerkily and backpaddles to the door. “I, uh, forgot to tell Steve, but I’m running really late. If you see him again, can you tell him?”

“Eddie…” Wayne starts in a warning tone, lowering his paper.

He turns and books it, the screen door slapping sharply shut as Eddie leaves the trailer behind him.

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Jeff is sitting on the sofa in the basement of his house, hunched over his bass guitar. Judas Priests’ Victim of Changes drops from his fingertips as he practices the opening bassline. Steve could certainly be his whisky woman, Eddie reflects, woven through with bronze and gold, but it’s Eddie who’s trying to find his way again.

Looking up at Eddie’s heavy sigh, Jeff eyes him with an evaluating look, “Are you finally going to tell me why you’ve practically moved in? Not that you’re not welcome, but honestly, Eddie, you don’t even look like you want to be here.”

School starts again tomorrow and Eddie has camped out at Jeff’s for four long days. He hadn’t returned home the day after his inglorious flight, the Hellfire campaign was the day after, so it made sense, Eddie had reasoned, to stay over another evening, and then the game had been so successful that they’d run overtime, and Eddie had begged off from driving back late.

He had thankfully run into Catherine on that first day. She had been walking past the booth he sat at with Jeff and Randy in the diner and quickly called out to her. Explaining that he would be staying with a friend for a couple of nights he asked her to pass on the message to Wayne so he wouldn’t worry. He couldn’t bear the thought of calling and Steve answering the phone.

Catherine had regarded him reproachfully from her shorter height, making him feel about two feet tall, but hadn’t mentioned Steve in public as she had vowed. Likewise promising to pass on his message.

Now, he restlessly turns over the chunky silver ring on his thumb, trying to work up the courage to drive home. “I did something I’m not proud of and I’m sort of scared to go back,” Eddie admits.

Jeff’s practised strumming becomes more like noodling around as he contemplates Eddie’s words. “Is it something that needs people to calm down about? Like is there some guy waiting at the park ready to deck you?” He pauses before carefully saying, “It’s not Wayne, is it? Because we’ll work something out then.”

Eddie faintly smiles, thankful that Jeff has his back. He never would have anticipated as a ragged child that he’d have friends in his corner, willing to go to bat against an ominous father figure.

“No, never. And no, there’s no violence at the end of this tragic tale.” And there wouldn’t be. He knows this about Steve. His fear doesn’t stem from Steve turning on him because Eddie’s gay.

He may not be able to say the words yet — not even to Wayne, even though his uncle has always known. Hard not to after the way his father had left Eddie discarded like a rotten carcass on his front step. But when Eddie can finally say the words, he at least knows that he’ll still have a friend in Steve. But the complication of introducing sexuality beyond theory into their relationship is what leaves him grasping.

“I maybe messed up a friendship.”

Jeff regards him with a shrewd eye, “Did you make out with them too? Cause you know that doesn’t automatically mean ruining things. They may just not be that into you.”

Eddie scowls, tempted to pull off his heavy ring and throw it at his friend. Miffed that even if Eddie can’t say the words, Jeff can voice part of them. Isn’t he the older more mature one? Technically by only a year, Eddie admits, but it should count for something.

Though it’s probably not very mature to refuse to speak to Steve at all. “No,” he sighs heavily, “And it may be that he didn’t even notice, which is good I guess.” Even if it makes him feel just as glum. A part of him wants to force the issue, to tell Steve how he feels because if there’s the slightest chance that he reciprocates Eddie’s feelings then surely, it’s worth the gamble.

But the risk is not only about Eddie’s unrequited desire for Steve, he knows this. He’s watched Steve pace and mutter and generally look lost at moments when he thinks he’s unobserved. Steve may appear just peachy keen on the surface, a veritable Donna Reed of managing the household, but at the back of his mind he’s always thinking about the ways he might be changing the timeline, risking his friends’ lives and so many more if their future battles go pear-shaped.

What are Eddie’s stupid, sad, wet feelings compared to the weight of Atlas holding up the sky?

He's probably making it worse, Eddie realises; Jeff raises his brows at his sudden grimace. Even if Steve hadn’t noticed his inappropriate reaction, Eddie still up and disappeared on him for a near week. He’s not so nearsighted as to think that Steve wouldn’t miss him. At the bare minimum, to feel lonely without the extra stimulation of Eddie’s sparkling wit and commentary during Bewitched.

Deciding to face the music, he wraps his long arms around Jeff in a bear hug of thanks before leaving. Jeff pats him on the back and assures him that it’ll all turn out for the better once he confronts whatever it is head-on. He knuckles Jeff’s head in response, asking when this junior of Hawkins High had become so wise, and Jeff sticks his leg out to trip him as he leaves in revenge.

The noon sun is weakly shining behind heavy clouds when his van rumbles to a stop outside the trailer. The humid clash of the coming warmth and the leftover rains of winter causes his dark curls to stick unpleasantly to the back of Eddie’s neck. He walks through the front door like a prisoner approaching the gallows, an inevitable drudge.

The grey shadows cast the empty living area into gloomy shadows; Wayne must be with Catherine, so Eddie heads to the bedroom where Steve will be. “Steve…” He starts as he walks into his erstwhile sanctuary, but the room is empty too.

Eddie backs up, turning to fling open the bathroom. Steve’s not there either. He spins and skids to a stop in front of his sweetheart and the calendar that hangs beside it; the last mark crossed out is on the day Eddie left.

Steve’s gone again.

Eddie’s knees give out and he sinks onto the edge of the bed, a sharp pain stabbing in his gut at his absolute cowardice. He never changes, does he? Always ready to run at the slightest sign of conflict and now Steve has been gone for days and Eddie hadn’t even known. Didn’t bother calling just in case he’d hear Steve’s voice and break down in confession like he knew he would. What a complete and utter asshole he is.

Eddie’s fists clench and unclench as his anger turns inward, becoming a deep sadness that spreads like a heavy weight from his chest. He falls on his back, feet still flat on the ground, embracing the increasing dullness of his mind and body.

Each time Steve leaves the sorrow that yawns within Eddie becomes larger, widening until it has become a pervasive grief. He knows that it’s likely that Steve will come back, but it’s hard to convince his heart of it. The weak vessel increasingly fractured at the what if.

What if this is the last time? What if Steve disappears into the void? Hell, what if they have this all wrong and Steve will fall back even further in time, back before Confederate and Union soldiers, back before armies marching across continents, until he tumbles into a green paradise populated by giant monsters and fragile butterflies?

Time moves slowly as Eddie contemplates his wrongdoings and his what ifs, slipping through his fingers like smooth sand. He blankly watches the shifting shadows as they creep across the ceiling until the bulb above him erupts into a sudden and violent golden light.

“What are you doing in the dark?”

Eddie bolts upright, whipping to face Steve who stands in the frame of the doorway. Leaning against the wood for support, his arms folded across his chest.

“You came back,” Eddie rasps, his voice scratchy from the weight of his emotions compounded by the time he had sat quiet and motionless in the room, grieving the loss of the boy standing across from him. He remembers that the calendar hasn’t been updated and hastens to assure Steve, “It’s only been four days.”

Steve scoffs, his stare hardening. “Yes, I know. I’ve been here, even if you haven’t.” Eddie recoils like he’s been slapped.

Steve had been here, even if here doesn’t mean the trailer. He rakes his eyes down Steve’s body, noting the light Van Halen shirt, and the flannel jacket wrapped around his hips, both perfect for a humid spring day. His feet are clad in the boots from 1986 that Eddie had cleaned, now flecked with dried mud at their base.

The sight feels incongruous: he hasn’t seen Steve in shoes, barely in socks, since the beginning of his second visit. Dirty and tired, leaving his clothes on the bathroom floor. Steve follows his gaze and scoffs again, the sound hard and full of derision. Propelling himself off the frame with a push of his hips, Steve pivots and strides out of the bedroom.

Eddie rolls off the bed, stumbling to follow after him. A spark of fear ripples through Eddie when he sees that Steve is already at the front door, followed by a wash of relief when he realises that he’s only toeing off his shoes.

“You went outside?”

Steve’s jaw clenches, “I needed to get out of here.”

“What about the timeline?” Eddie hisses, bent forward at the weight of his urgency. What has all of this been for if Steve is just going to go wandering about, talking to people and changing the future anyway?

A tendon in Steve’s cheek flexes and he breathes out slowly, “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Eddie. Not when you disappear for a week without so much as a goodbye.”

“More like four days,” Eddie mutters, but unable to refute his point.

Steve makes a frustrated, whistling sound akin to a kettle about to explode. “Sure,” he nearly shouts, making an angry gesture before stomping away. “Four days without so much as a goodbye.”

“So, is this going to be a habit now, you going out?” He knows how petulantly he is acting, but Steve is basically getting ready to leave Eddie. He can feel it in his bones. He may not have wanted to be his warden, but that doesn’t mean that Eddie hadn’t come to depend on Steve relying on him and the shelter he provides. The sanctuary of this house is pretty much all Eddie can offer and Steve may be rapidly coming to the point where he doesn’t need or want it.

Steve fixes an incredulous gaze on him as he deliberately steps back into Eddie’s space. “I can’t believe you, Eddie. You know what? Yes, it is. It’s going to become a habit. So incredibly routine you won’t even have to see me here anymore.”

“What about other people seeing you?” Eddie sharply asks.

He watches Steve’s eyes narrow at the low blow as he leans closer, words crackling with quiet anger. “I’ve been sticking to the woods and off the paths, and I can hear anyone coming from a mile away. I needed to get out of here. I can’t keep pacing the same path between the bedroom and the armchair anymore.” He pronounces each word precisely, “I just needed to fucking stretch my legs.”

Steve has just hit the fear that’s been simmering at the back of Eddie’s mind, banging it like a loud gong reverberating through his head. “Well, I’m so sorry, Steve, that the Munson trailer isn’t big enough for the Harrington heir.”

His face hardening, Steve warns Eddie, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“No,” Eddie steps back, gesturing towards the front door with a mocking sneer that spreads in an ugly manner across his face. The beast within, which has been so docile in these peaceful weeks with Steve, uncoils to strike. “Poor little rich boy, slumming it up with the trailer trash of Forrest Hills. How have you been living with it, really?” He gives a polite golf clap. “Well done you.”

Steve’s fists are clenched, his face drawn sharply, and body so deliberately still that he looks like a wire drawn taut, too far stretched and ready to snap. Eddie lands his killing blow, “Go ahead, fuck up the timeline because you can’t handle the teeny tiny corners of the Munson abode anymore.”

The tight control that Steve had held onto with a strict grip finally breaks, Eddie can almost hear the pieces falling into a shattering explosion. “You know what, fuck you, Eddie,” he seethes. “When have I ever been anything but grateful to you for putting me up? You’re the one that has an issue with me being here so don’t you push your fucking insecurities onto me. I’m not the one who’s ashamed, you absolute fucking prick.”

Steve turns on the spot. Reaching down he swiftly scoops up his boots and, slamming the front door, he exits the trailer still clad in his socks, leaving only a deafening silence ringing through Eddie’s ears. Words like ashamed and insecurities stabbing at him, leaving him bleeding sluggish wounds like sutures savagely ripped from the depths of his flesh.

Eddie’s accusations run through his mind like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head, sobering and shaming. Hadn’t he just been mourning the loss of Steve, thinking that he had fallen through time again?

Yet he’d immediately jumped down Steve’s throat for doing the unexpected. Cruelly throwing his fears smack back into his face as a means for Eddie to push him away before Steve could do it first. To build up a wall to protect himself from his dread of seeing the back of Steve’s head, walking away from him for good.

The wall is falling on Eddie now, drowning him in hard plaster and unforgiving bricks, because he’s made Steve do the one thing he had feared: leave Eddie.

The realisation sends a jolt of panic through him, and he scrambles forward, clawing on his Reeboks and shooting out of the trailer. Steve has just reached the border of the woods and is about to disappear into their deep shadows.

“Steve!” Eddie yells, but he continues striding forward until the forest closes around him, veiling his departure.

Fear lends him wings and Eddie flies forward. Desperately running, he spots Steve and drives ahead those few extra steps to grab onto him, stopping him before he disappears forever. The fingers he has clasped around Steve’s wrists are as resolute as the maple trees that stand strong in their patch of the woods. A subtle scent surrounds them, the breeze carrying a hint of new life from the vibrant pinks and greens that bud the once stark branches.

“Steve,” Eddie pants again but he is standing rigid and refuses to look back, captured arm stretched behind him.

“Steve,” he repeats to stiff shoulders, “I’m sorry, that was fucked up of me. I know that you would never do anything to mess with the future. I know that it weighs heavily on you and that you’re always—always—thinking about the best thing to do, even if it means sitting still when you want to be out there saving people.”

Rigidity crumbling, Steve’s shoulders fall and his head hangs, but he remains silent, face turned away. Eddie continues to try and reach him, “And I’m sorry for leaving for so long, that was really messed up of me and I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Why did you?” Steve’s voice is tired.

The one thing Eddie can’t do, absolutely could never forgive himself for in this moment, is to make Steve feel estranged from the one refuge he has while adrift in time. He needs stability and friendship, not Eddie pouring all his confusing mix of emotions and desires onto him.

He answers with a half-truth and hopes that it’s enough: “I thought I had messed up our friendship the other night and I freaked out a little. And then I got all up in my head and kept running in the typical Eddie Munson way. I shouldn’t have,” he repeats, remorse thick in his throat.

“Friendship?” Steve asks quietly. The branches above them rustle, but no bird takes flight.

“Yeah, man,” Eddie tries to reassure him. “You know coming home to you is the best part of my day. I don’t ever want you to think you’re unwelcome. I came back and the place was empty, and I was gutted.” He hesitates before saying it, the truth almost too raw. “It’s not home unless you’re there.”

Steve remains still and silent for one pregnant pause, before nodding to himself like he’s come to a decision. He slowly turns to face Eddie, the tight wariness starting to soften. “I missed you,” he says plainly. “You’ll just give me that look if I try to say anything about you not being obliged to stay with me at home, but just let me know next time. I worry.”

Tracing the smudges under Steve’s eyes, finally seeing the lines etched into his face that he hadn’t allowed himself to initially find, Eddie suspects that in the usual Steve Harrington way that he is underselling his concern. He carefully steps forward, taking Steve into his embrace who hugs him back immediately, resting his head on Eddie’s shoulders.

“I won’t do it again,” Eddie promises.

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[misteria247]

Idk if you’ve read the Lost Years issue 1 but now all I can imagine is your turtles forever au boys meeting these new kids like DAMN!

The clan lives on!! The littlest boys and girls ahhhhhhh!! Odyn and his ever hungry tummy, Muja and her attitude, Yi wanting to tinker with the other Donnie’s and Uno and his probable routine for training— i love these kidssssss

Ahhhh-! I haven't gotten a chance to read it yet but from what I've seen from your posts and what you'd shown me, I'm absolutely in love with these kids like dude they're so cute-!!! Also OMG I WAS LITERALLY LOWKEY THINKING ABOUT THIS-

Like can you imagine??? The turtles finding these four new turtles, and they're just reeling cuz holy shit they're babies instead of teenagers like them. But they'd all like fall in love with these adorable rugrats cuz how could they not??? And then they learn about how these kids are technically Ronin Mikey's little ones and they all have this wide range of responses cuz holy shit Mikey's got kids?????????!!!!!!!!

Like it'd basically be-

87 Leo, 87 Raph and 87 Donnie would honestly think about it at first surprised but then it'd sink in and they'd be like:

"Honestly that makes sense, Michelangelo's the most likely out of us to have little ones."

While 87 Mikey is just incredibly surprised but honestly excited that a version of him becomes a dad much like his and his brothers own rat dad. 87 Splinter is practically glowing with grandpa pride cuz hell yes while 87 April and 87 Casey think it's hella neat.

07 Leo, 07 Raph and 07 Donnie kinda give their little brother these looks of slight concern cuz 07 Mikey's experience with kids wasn't exactly all that fun. 07 Mikey meanwhile is freaking out and having Vietnam war flashbacks to his old job. He'd get over it eventually but he'd definitely keep his distance for a bit. 07 Splinter meanwhile is just quietly fawning over these little guys and gals cuz it's taking him back to when his boys were young, while 07 April smothers them in affection and 07 Casey just kinda awkwardly interacts with them.

Rise Raph, Rise Leo and Rise Donnie meanwhile are losing their minds cuz it's their baby brother and he's in one timeline a papa?????? Rise Raph definitely lowkey cries much to Rise Mikey's slight embarrassment cuz ohmigosh his little brother has grown so much in the future he needs a minute. Rise Splinter is pretty much in the same mindset while Rise April and Rise Cassandra are absolutely thrilled. Rise Mikey's also thrilled while also on edge due to his own experiences with children (he'll never forget that Mystic Library incident and just how vicious children can be).

12 Leo, 12 Raph and 12 Donnie meanwhile having already dealt with this kind of shock before (Shellshock AU meeting), they're more quick to recover and somewhat tease 12 Mikey who's absolutely beaming, with 12 Leo being an instant mom somewhat much to 12 Mikey's amusement. 12 April is extremely conflicted with the kids, due to one incident where they'd taken one look at the red head, who scarily looks a lot like Ronin April and called her:

"Granny April!"

12 Casey and 12 Raph absolutely had a field day with this little incident and will teasingly call her Granny much to her grievance.

Meanwhile 03 Leo, 03 Raph, 03 Donnie, Bayverse Leo, Bayverse Raph and Bayverse Donnie will be extremely taken aback cuz how the fuck??? Given how absolutely wild and out there 03 Mikey and Bayverse Mikey can be it's extremely hard to picture them as mature fathers in another timeline. Basically their response to this information is Team Fourstar's DBZ Abridged levels. Specifically the scene in the first episode with Bulma and Master Roshi where they go:

'Oh my God he's a parent-'

In a mixture of bafflement and slight dread. They warm up to it eventually after the initial shock. 03 Splinter and Bayverse Splinter meanwhile seem somewhat neutral on this, having full faith in their youngest boys in this endeavor in their possible futures. Bayverse April and 03 April meanwhile think the kids are adorable and proceed to shower them in love and affection while Bayverse Casey and 03 Casey keep a close eye on the little ones.

Future Rise Leo and Future Rise Mikey meanwhile feel a bit bittersweet about it, seeing these adorable turtle tots and thinking about Rise Casey Jr and how he'd grown up in their ruined future. Rise Casey Jr is also feeling bittersweet about it and vows to keep them happy and shielded from any of the horrors that the world has to offer.

But the one who's shaken the most, the one who's unable to believe or understand this is Ronin Mikey. From Ronin Mikey's perspective, he doesn't see himself living long enough to have children. His whole purpose in his life at the moment is to kill Ronin Karai's son who was responsible for his family's murders. Ronin Mikey doesn't plan on surviving his mission, that's his whole vibe and plan. So seeing these four kids, seeing Uno, Yi, Muja and Odyn, his supposed sons and daughters, his descendants, it throws him into a midlife crisis of sorts. He keeps his distance from them, trying to figure out what exactly happened in his future of his world. Ronin Mikey will also keep a close eye on them from a distance and will quickly step in to aid them and take care of them should he need to, after all he's angry but not cruel. Completely unaware of his death and how Ronin April and Ronin Casey Marie are the ones raising them in his stead.

All in all by the time they'd go back home they'd be somewhat spoiled by all the turtles in the 03 lair lol.

#oli talks #ooc #muns ramblings #mindless ramblings of a madman #asks #ask and you shall receive #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt/rottmnt crossover #turtles forever #turtles forever crossover #tmnt 1987 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt bayverse #bayverse tmnt #tmnt 2018 #idw tmnt #tmnt idw #tmnt the last ronin spoilers #tmnt the lost years spoilers #everyone's completely wrapped around these kid's fingers without even realizing it #also sorry it took so long to get to this I've been sick and really busy with personal things lol

[haydenthewitch]

i've got shit to say ( positive) about the new percy jackson series, but i haven't watched Ep 3 yet, so keep that in mind

i read the books back in third grade and boy fucking howdy did i resonate. i'm not dislexic, but i am nurodivergerent (got that adhd in me babbyy) and i wasn't yet dignosed, but i'd only ever heard bad things about the "creative but can not sit still" kids. i was also, severly bullied, becuse i was the "overweight kids" (i'm not fat, and i never was, but when you tell a bunch of 2nd to 5th graders that your diabetic, some assumptions get made.) so seeing other bullied, nurodivergent children get reveried as heros did a lot of good in my kid brain.

seeing the new series has reignited one of my earlyest hyperfixations. percy jackson was my first intrest in actualy reading, and it got me into a lot of diffrent books. i now can resonate with it even deeper, being well and truly queer. (i love good old rick and his allyship of trans and queer pepole.) and i LOVE seeing other pepole getting into the fandom who wern't originaly in the book fandom *weither reading the books now, or just watching a good adaptation of the books in tv form.*

as much as i love the movies (eyeroll) i LOVE THE CASTING OF THE SHOW and how young they all look. like, it SHOWS that percy/annabeth/grover is 12. percy is just a sassy 12 year old and i love him. annabeth does act a little muture, but it's grounded with a 12 year old likeness and that push into the water is so 12 year old sister energy. she's my baby sister i love her so much. anyways yeah, it just hits you in the face of like, these are children about to rebel against the gods, fight monsters, and deal with luke who is truly, truly, a young highschooler who's a little shit but still so charming to percy.

yeah they have all these powers, yeah they are fighting battles, but percy burns his jelly beans to talk to his mom in the middle of a forest like he doesn't want to be caught. that is such peak young child energy who doesn't know what to do. (cute, and so sad it makes me want to cry.) he is my son and i will protect him at all fucking costs.

also can i just say, the kid actors are doing such a good job. like i keep going back to annabeth's little push and percy going "hey what was that for??". it's peak book energy, and it feels like such a realistic thing for two little 12 year olds to do. they are so good.

i truly can not wait for the interaction where little percy sasses off the greek god of war. like in the book he's just like "fuck you" (paraphrased) and i can not wait for percys actor to bring that energy in interacting with gods.

anyway, the tv show is good. it's good.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy and annabeth #percy series

[snow-leopard-777]

So! I have just watched the premiere for the Percy Jackson TV show and I am already in love. Let's start off simple.

(Am putting the read more for spoilers for those of you who have not watched yet)

There has been a lot of discourse over Leah Jeffries being Annabeth Chase because she didn't match the audiences vision of her. Yes, the book version was blonde with gray eyes. But I am more than happy to sacrifice looks to get Annabeth. Let's face it, the movies were a giant flop and an even greater disappointment. Annabeth was not Annabeth. Her actress just didn't pull her personality forwards. They shared a name and (in one movie) a hair color, but she did not have the dry wit and sarcasm nor the leadership and sheer defiance Annabeth has been known for since day one. Lovely Lady Leah brought Annabeth's character to life, and she did it well. I don't think I'll ever be able to have a different cinematic Annabeth. It'll always be her I see.

Annabeth was not the only one to change appearance. Percy (Walker Scobell) had lighter hair than he did in the novels, a blond-ish brown instead of black. Luke (Charles Bushnell) is not a white guy with blond hair and a scar over his eye- but he brought Luke's character to life. Many forget that yes, while Luke chose to fight on the wrong side of the war and did bad things, he was not a bad person. He stepped up for Percy when no one else did, made him feel welcome at the camp even when Annabeth stalked him and fought with him and his friendship with Grover was strained. Luke was the reason Percy claimed Camp Half-Blood as home, and Charles displayed that well in his acting.

Walker Scobell, Percy himself, did a wonderful job with Percy's character. The self-blame, wondering what was wrong with him, the grief stricken 12 year old boy, and even the anger towards his father and need to be accepted, he pulled it all off magnificently. The scenes were very touching, and I felt my heart break when he was told to burn the food he wanted to eat most to gain the gods' ears and, instead of talking to his father, he spoke to his mother. I was literally in tears. (Am also almost positive that Rick stuck him on a rock and told him to be a bored preteen. I saw that fortnite dance.)

Aryan Simhadri, sweet Grover, also did a great job with his character. Grover's nervousness, his want to help Percy, his desperation to keep him safe and looking traumatized before we're told his backstory... Absolutely wonderful. He did a wonderous job at showcasing Grover in his entirety- the dedication to friends despite his fear and his desire to protect them. He's willing to bend the rules to make sure Percy has what he needs and justifies it as helping Mr. D and Chiron convince Percy to accept the quest (no sneaking out this time!)

Now! Into the meat of the story- I, for one, think that this was put together very well. There are some differences, some of them threw me for a moment, not going to lie, because my brain was looking for how the events went in the book. There are some differences, but nothing exceedingly major. Nothing like, oh, I don't know, telling Percy the prophecy his second year at camp and bringing back Kronos with the first attempt, (Can anyone tell I'm still salty?) The fight with Mrs. Dodds was a touch different, Sally and Percy interacting with Gabe before leaving was a touch different, and Percy's claiming are all examples that, for whatever reason, are at the forefront of my mind. Mostly minor things, like Sally doing a seven layer bean dip in the books and threatening to eat Gabe's sandwich in the show. A minor difference that has no overall change, just something that, for whatever reason, my own ADHD brain latched on to. But there are also similarities. I noticed that the episode names correspond with chapter names and the opening of the premier was exactly what Percy said to kick off the Lightning Thief.

Sally was still an amazing mother. Annabeth was still stern and cold. Luke was warm and welcoming. Clarisse was mean and ready to shove Percy's head in a toilet- and she had her spear! The characters were diverse- which is something that Rick has aimed for with his characters from the begining- and none of them were flat or seemed like they were acting. It was lovely.

Now! Camp itself! The design was wonderful. It's big, the cabins have Grecian designs, there are different training fields, the Hermes Cabin is overcrowded, Dionysus is an asshole, Dryads are in the woods, and we even see people picking strawberries in the background at one point. A lot of subtle things that add up and really make this Camp Half-Blood.

All in all, I definitely recommend this to people. I myself will be continuing to watch it so I can see my babies come to life (I know it's going to take years but I can't wait to meet Nico) and I am rooting for these people. The set designers, the actors, the moral supporters, the producers, and, of course, Uncle Rick himself have done a phenomenal job with finally bringing life to these books. They aren't just the same names and locations while being a completely different story- this is Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo show #pjo show review #percy jackson #annabeth chase #luke castellan #grover underwood #sally jackson #camp half blood #rick riordan #spoilers #percy jackson and the olympians #since someone pointed out the spelling #my dyslexic ass #never saw it coming

[littlesilentrebel]

it’s been nearly 2 thousand years since Percy Jackson has died. poseidon has not been seen much after his favorite sons death.

it’s raining and a new camper is being chased by a monster. they get to thalias tree and rip off one of its branches. the child uses it to kill the monster, just before passing out. their father got kidnapped by a god that needs their help. poseidon does not like this parallel

the first person they talk to is chiron, trainer of heroes.

“so what’re saying is that im the child of a god?”

“yes young man, that is correct.” chiron responded while giving the tour to the boy.

“so then it’s my mother that a goddess, correct? do you know who?” he asked as he turned to face the centaur.

“im sorry, but i do not know who your mother is. she could be a minor sea god…” chiron said as he subtly looked towards cabin 3, the poseidon cabin. the cabin that hasn’t been touched in 2 thousand years.

“oh.. well why do you think it’s a sea god? is it because i like water? is it because i kicked the monsters ass while it was pouring??” the boy said as he mimicked punching movements.

“yes, that is why i think that…” chiron said as he continued moving.

the centaur and the boy continued on the tour for a few more minutes before chiron suddenly said, “you remind me of someone.”

this caught the boys attention and he turned to five chiron, “hmm? who do i remind you of?? were they a child of a sea god??” the kid was jumping on their toes and gasped at something they had thought of, “did they come to camp the same way i did???”

chiron turned to look away from the boy, he had dark brown hair, with one sea green eye and on sea blue eye. he had never tried so hard not to cry in his life, he hated how much this 12 year old reminded him of him. he knew if he said this out loud poseidon would not be happy, so he said it wasn’t too important but that, ‘yes you two did come here the same way’ and finished the tour.

—————————a few hours later —————————

“dionysus, they’re so similar it hurts.” chiron said as he sat down across from the god. dionysus no longer worked at the camp, but he had grown fond of it and decided to pop it to help and chat every now and then.

“yea, i know. and if they are a child of a sea god- any sea god, im not too excited to see what barnacle beard would say about that.” the god said as he took a sip of alcohol, “anywho- do you know what the kids name is? cuz i know i sure don’t.”

chiron turned his attention from the ground next to him to the god in front of him, “im sure i had asked his name, but i don’t think i was listening. can’t seem to remember it.”

the two sat in comfortable silencing for a few seconds before they hear the new camper yell, “I GOT CLAIMED!”

chiron and dionysus went out to see who the boys mother was and say a holographic owl above his head, athena, goddess of wisdom and strategic war.

“ah, good’ol war goddess, guess he’s not a sea spawn.” dionysus commented to the right of chiron as the centaur moved forward.

“hello young man, i have a short question for you,” chiron said, then proceeded when they boy said he could ‘ask away’, “what is your name again? many years working here makes it hard to keep track of all the names.

“fair enough for not remembering, i also have memory issues!” chiron laughed at that, “anyways my name is Percy Jackson!”

#percy jackson #percy jackson fanfiction #poseidon #son of poseidon #pjo fanfic #chiron #dionysus #chiron rn be like: oh #so THATS how he killed that monster #also the monster was not the minitour #percy jackson angst #pjo angst #percy-child of athena

[idontknowmyownmind]

Just a thought about another sibling AU

Older Roksu and Younger Cale

Brown haired Roksu

Roksu loves Cale, truly, but he also flinch when he really see him after Jour's death

That's why he distants himself from Cale and not interact with him that much, if he has to than he will not really look at him

Cale, being an observant boy he is, know and also try to not bother his brother

It's hurt him but he endure

The plot:

Cale accidently made a deal with some God

The deal is to send him to another world and save it, he can go alone or bringing someone he want

He choose to bring Hans

(Honestly it's similar to my other AU with brown hair Roksu but with different plot)

The only thing send into another world are their souls

So their body is still in TBOAH world, basically they are in a coma

No matter what they do, no one able to wake Cale up

It happened when Cale's 12 years old

The world Cale and Hans being sent into is similar to Youjo Senki, where Cale need to face unordinary war

His soul was sent into a 5 years old body of some random girl while Hans was sent into a 12 years old body of random boy who actually the girl's (that Cale posseses) older brother

Their main objective in those world is to put an end on the war and organize the world after war before they can go back to their world

The God Cale accidently made a deal with promise to keep their body healthy despite in a slumber for long (but they will not grow, so when they are back they will look the same as they left no matter how many years passed)

To keep Cale's (and Hans') body safe, they place him in a secluded tower protected by Eruhaben magic

Since Cale in a come before the main timeline, Roksu's group never actually meet him (expect some like Eruhaben, Ron, Choi Han)

Cale join the army at the age of 7 and become know by the age of 9

By the age of 10 he already got a high rank among soldiers and feared by the enemies

He has a flight on sight order by the enemies but also one of those with high bounty

In all his hardship in the new world, Hans always by his side

If you see Cale, than Hans is there

Because of this, Cale become accustomed to war and the way of thinking in the midst of war

He had a sharp mind by nature, and because of this war his mind became sharper and more critical

Cale also made his heart as hard as stone in this battlefield because mercy would only kill him slowly (thing he learned at the start of the war)

He became a commander who was respected and feared even among his warriors

Every strategy he thought of had terrifying accuracy and effectiveness

Years goes by and now he is in his early twenty

He feels like the war is almost at its end

In a globally big scale war that worse than before, he finally put an end on it

The war is declared ended when he is the age of 23

Of course the aftermarth is like another war with different field

It need another years to actually settled everything into something managable

By the age of 29, this world can be said to be more into peaceful side

It seems like the God also think that it's enough, so they send Cale and Hans back into their world by having them getting caught in a terrorist act

(PLEASE REMEMBER THAT IN THIS WORLD CALE IS IN A BODY OF A GIRL)

When Cale is back to his original body, 15 years already passed

So he supposed to be in his 27 but appareance wise he still 12

Cale wake up in unfamiliar bedroom and unfamiliar surrounding

The God keep his promise because Cale can move fluidly even though his body had not been moved in years

Hans also in the tower but different room

They look around the place and outside through the windows

(Just imagine Rapunzel's tower)

His body feels lighter than ever, it turned out that the mysterious God was feeling kind because he was getting Cale's body used to his experiences while in the other world

He can also sense and see the mana around him clearly

This allows him to control mana very easily and allows him to wielding magic

Somehow he also tuned with spirits

Lets say that for those who doesn't know better, they will think that Cale is a superior race such as a whale or dragon

Waiting for three days to gather enough information, they decided to left the tower

They hide their identity and collecting information as they journey

Cale contemplate whether he need to go back to Henituse or not

Hans suggest that they wait for a bit before deciding

(Since it's older Roksu, that's mean Roksu is in his thirty here)

World Tree want to talk to him and inform him through the spirit

Cale went into them and the spirits welcome him enthusiastically which make the elves belwildered

From there, a rumor of a red haired kid who is loved by the spirits and nature itself spread

It's not long before it reach Roksu

Upon hearing this, he went to check on Cale and found him gone

He then went on a hunt for his younger brother but Cale always manage to slip pass him

Their reunioun is not something grand and not in front of many eyes

It's only the two of them, at Jour's grave

After months of searching, Roksu finally caught a glimpse of Cale

They locked eyes, Roksu stare impassively (but you can see longing in his eyes and how he seems like having so much questions) while Cale look at him with small smile

"Hi, hyung. Long time no see. Wow, you look way older than the last time I see you."

Cale said lightly as if they had not seen each other for just a few days

"And you look the same as last time I see you."

Roksu doesn't understand how Cale is not aging

They talk some more, a light talk without actually talking about the elephant in the room

That's how Roksu come back to the Henituse duchy, with additional people

Cale follow Roksu leasurely while Roksu make sure that Cale always in his line of sight

/END/

lol, idk what to add anymore ⭐️

#og!cale henituse #cale henituse #trash of the counts family

[earl-of-221b]

Just from the New Gods: Yang Jian final trailer, we can see how the yuan shen (soul/aura) can indicate how powerful each of the characters are.

I couldn’t get a better shot, but here’s Chen Xiang summoning his yuan shen for what could be the first time. Notice how he’s summoning it with the help of the Lotus Lantern. He’s clearly not used to bringing forward this much power. He’s a kid around 12-14. Both his physical body and yuan shen are just shaking and heaving -- it looks demanding, painful, even. He is certainly powerful as a boy-god and demigod, but he’s going to be drained after this.

Here’s Shen Gongbao. Thousands of years old, disciple of the lord of heaven, Yuanshi Tianzun. Look how at ease he is bringing out his yuan shen. Like it’s nothing. It’s totally effortless. But in terms of raw power, his yuan shen is about the same size as Chen Xiang’s. He was never a brute force fighter, his skills are in diplomacy and politics and sabotage and persuasion. His yuan shen’s form is very smartly done -- unlike other characters, his yuan shen isn’t human or godly. In his true self, in his true form, he is a demon. He’s a tiger.

(Which is different from how he’s usually depicted as a leopard. But his white tiger companion is actually book accurate for Investiture of the Gods!)

This one is amazing!!

The Four Heavenly Kings!!

Well, three of them, I think.

From left to right:

 持国天王 title: Chíguó Tiānwáng - name: Mo Lihai - King of the East - he who hears all.

广目天王 Guăngmù Tiānwáng - Mo Lishou - King of the West - he who upholds the realm.

Yuding Zhenren  (I think this is Yang Jian’s master based on the fact that he looks like Yuding Zhenren’s physical form as an old man - and because he has no Heavenly King crown. We see 增长天王 Zēngzhǎng Tiānwáng King of the South himself in the trailer, he’s the blue-faced god.)

多闻天王 - Duōwén Tiānwáng - Mo Lihong - King of the North - he who hears all.

If you view the final trailer, you can see this tiny human-sized figure at the foot of the third yuan shen’s form (Yuding Zhenren) -- these are absolute behemoths of gods. These are powerful, old gods who are on a completely different level than Chen Xiang and Sheng Gongbao. Either the yuan shen’s are different sizes to reflect the gods’ power levels, or Mo Lishou King of the West is in the background while the others are in the foreground...

Lastly, Yang Jian. Again, a towering, almost monstrous yuan shen compared to little Chen Xiang and skilled but not overly powerful Shen Gongbao. The sound design in the trailer for this yuan shen is incredible, you can feel how much raw strength this demigod has. He was known as a war god - his yuan shen is outfitted as one with the armour, cape, feather crown and helmet which reveals his third eye.

This man took down Sun Wukong when the Four Heavenly Kings couldn’t.

Light Chaser Animation’s worldbuilding and design is so lush and rich and nuanced, with obvious love and care put in. I really cannot wait to see what they’re going to do with New Gods and this retelling of Lotus Lantern.

#New Gods: Yang Jian #Lotus Lantern #Journey to the West #Erlang Shen #now to revisit New Gods: Nezha Reborn to take a closer look at Nezha and Sun Wukong...

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Pham's Lore!!

Pham is a 10 year old phantom bunny, very funny and a god of mischief. His role in the phantom society is to be a little helper to protect Earthlings from bad things. Like, yeah, “guardian angels” but more like creatures made of some… soft “marshmallow-like” structure (please don’t try to eat Pham or his kind, he might be scared and never help you anymore)

Except… Pham is not very… smart, or can accomplish his job very well. Not that he let Earthlings get hurt or do bad things, but… Sometimes he’s more of an enabler -- if you want a new game so badly but might struggle next month to survive, he might just say YOLO instead. Despite everything, he would NEVER enable bad things, like kill someone or themselves. Also, phantom creatures need to hide from human beings. They shouldn’t be seen or heard. And guess what? Pham is also bad at hiding his presence around humans. This is why he met three human kids by accident and started to interact with them -- Tomo, Ami and Kaito.

The kids - Tomo, Ami and Kaito - are a group of friends from the same town, although they go to different schools -- Tomo is from the high class and refined school in town, Ami is from a private school and Kaito is from a public yet average good school.

Tomo is a girl who loves birds and to exercise. She’s 14 years old and acts as the big sister of the trio. Her design was based on Pokemon Journeys’ Koharu/Chloe. Her physical skills are the best compared to the other students from her school.

Ami is a gentle and polite 13 year old girl, she likes to draw stuff and write stories. She likes cute things, so of course she wasn’t scared of Pham at all. She’s very friendly, but deep down she’s always afraid of talking too much and then annoying people with her chatter.

Kaito is a 12 year old boy with lots of mysterious vibes, but he’s actually bad at making friends and once you meet him you learn he’s very passionate about cooking and looking cool. His design was based on Digimon franchise’s Ken (02) and Ryouma (Xros Wars) --BTW, Kaito’s eyes are blue.

Pham meets those children by sheer accident (or destiny) and then they form a bond and a vow to never let any other human being know the existence of him and the others of his kind. But they do things together when no one is around. They gather at an abandoned building which is claimed to be cursed, but the reality is… Pham likes to go there and make pranks on humans when he’s bored and not working as someone’s helper. He means no harm though, and only does non-lethal pranks. He would’ve been condemned and sent to jail in his society if he had done a prank and killed someone by accident.

#pham the phantom bunny #original character