#apollo don’t fucking interact
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guys 😟
#unreality#it’s not real but IMAGINE#apollo don’t fucking interact#xisuma#mr void i fucking dare you to do it
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wishing jimmy solidarity and tango tek a very DO NOT PERMADIE FIRST on this lovely friday <3
#double life smp#tangotek#jimmy solidarity#solace says shit#apollo please fucking interact i don’t want my boys to die first#i am begging pleading etc
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july is going to be so busy and awful for me if dteam meetup happens I will be happy but also I’ll be devastated
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It’s bordering on two weeks since Hargrove’s arrival at Hawkins High, when Steve realizes he’s crushing on the guy. Like—‘doodling hearts in the margins of his books and racking up a list of things he likes about him’ type crushing.
They’ve barely interacted after that night at the party. Outside of social gatherings, they just run in different circles; Steve, filling his time with Robin and occasionally third-wheeling Nancy and Jonathan, while Billy hangs out with the more popular crowd.
Their schedules also don’t overlap despite the blonde taking a number of senior-level classes, with the exception of gym and lunch.
The list though, is still so painstakingly long. Ego-stroking-ly lengthy. Embarrassingly indulgent, all on his behalf.
Steve would much rather nosedive into the quarry, than divulge too deeply into it with anyone.
Especially around or to the guy’s actual face, at the risk of Billy’s head becoming too big for his body (even though Steve thinks he’d make an adorable bobble head). Or you know, worse— like him, getting absolutely brained in front of everyone.
Which must say a lot about him as a person because apparently, this is his type. Beautiful, angry, conceited boys.
Regardless, there are some objective mentions on his list though.
Things that the general public would agree on, like Billy’s Michelle-Pfeiffer curls; loose and wavy but so, so golden.
His eyes are a close second, of course because Steve’s seen a lot of bright blues but Billy’s remind him of the vacation he’d spent in Aruba, as a kid. Remind him of a horizon-kissed vastness and warm water lapping at his ankles on a private beach.
The public also agrees that Billy’s got a banging body. He’s thicker than most because he actually gives a shit and ‘works out religiously’ but it’s not all muscle. His abdomen and thighs are firm but his pecs and ass have the right amount of give. A perfect amount of softness.
Steve would know because he’s had to will away many boners at the sight of them.
And Billy’s funny in a witty, sarcastic way. He grins toosharptooprettytoobright and dangerous. He’s smart too, like taking mostly AP classes smart and he’s smug about it all because he knows he’s hot shit. Of course, the bastard is self aware. Cocky. Steve likes him so much. Wants him so bad that it’s dizzying, sickening.
So yeah, there’s stuff that everyone can agree on but then….then, there’s whatever this is.
This being the two penny-sized indents at the base of Billy’s spine. Symmetrical and just defined enough for average eye to discern.
When Steve sees them for the first time though, he promptly drops the basketball in his hands. In front of everyone. During fucking gym class. Purely out of shock.
He catches himself within the same breath and quickly looks away.
Swallows.
Ignores the pointed look that Patrick sends him for flaking out, mid-pass, like some kind of freak and looks around cooly.
Because Billy Hargrove has dimples of venus.
Affectionately dubbed a sign of beauty by Michelangelo. Famed after the Greek goddess’ simulacrum. Called dimples of Apollo on men, which suits Billy all the more, in Steve’s opinion.
The sun child.
Flushed with life. Deserving of avid worshippers. A being deserving of wax poetic. Glittering, dazzling, vibrant and the Camaro, his chariot.
And he knows this because dimples are like, his freckles. His glasses. His braces. They’re a niche, little thing that he finds just devastating. Achingly cute. Nancy has a pair of them near her laugh lines that he would kiss everyday and prod at, endeared.
So he ambles on through practise a little out of breath and red in the face with his newfound knowledge.
Watches Billy jog over to the locker room with everyone else at the end; skin slick and sweat pooling at the divots of his waistband. Tempting.
He stands back and feigns trying to catch his breath, his hands on his knees. Eyes the younger boy’s retreating form from up through his hair. Imagines hooking his thumbs into the depressions of his flesh.
Relishes in the thought of splaying his hands across the width of his waist.
Feels his mouth go dry and a rush of white heat surging south.
Licks his lips absentmindedly as his cock aches to life and makes the decision to skip the locker room schtick, save anyone realizing he’s sporting a half chub.
Instead, he grabs his backpack and heads out to his car. The parking lot is mostly empty by the time he gets there and devoid of anyone interested in him enough to wave him over. He tosses his stuff into the backseat of the Beemer and speeds off before anyone can catch up to him.
It’s a short drive to his house but he spends it envisioning Billy in all sorts of compromising positions. Thinks about the flush on his skin when he plays and the heat in his eyes— wonders how easily he gives in; loud-mouth turned soft and pliant at the faintest hint of pleasure.
He barely makes it inside before shucking his bag off and stripping himself bare of sweat-sticky clothes. In the same breath, he’s fisting a too damp hand around his cock and hissing at the near painful throb. His only relief comes from the coldness of the door against his back as he slumps against it.
Precum beads at the flushed head and he gathers it all on the upstroke to ease the glide. Squeezes his eyes shut so tightly that honeyed galaxies explode behind the lids and he can’t think.
Can’t think about the consequences of jerking off to someone he sees damn near everyday. Doesn’t care enough to avoid the impending embarrassment.
Why would he? Instead, he thinks of Billy laid out beneath him, all pretty and flushed and glittering; his eyes wet with unshed tears and ruddy lower lip between his teeth as he looks over his shoulder at him. Imagines the roughness of his voice and his muscles all pulled taut as Steve knocks the air out of his lungs with each slam of his cock.
He fucks into the tight ‘o’ of his hand, already so goddamn close and conjures up the image of twin dips. Wants to paint pearlescent white across the bronze expanse of Billy’s back; let it pool where he is favored by the Gods.
The thought has him biting back a moan as he grinds into the slickness of his hold. The heat in his gut expands so greatly, so suddenly, that his hips flex with the intensity of it. Until finally,
it snaps.
Like a star beneath the pressures of gravity; with all the strength and ferocity of a supernova. And he’s spilling all over his hand in a few stiff, jerky thrusts and breathing out a low, garbled “Fuck, Billy— shitshitshit.”
And God, he’s so screwed.
#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#stranger things#billy hargrove x steve harrington#billy hargrove smut#steve harrington smut#harringrove smut#writing#mine#gay pride#autistic steve harrington#pining#crushing#boys in love#my first story#drabble#pretty boys#pretty blonde
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Trying to put myself in the minds of AA writers makes me feel some of the pain they must feel because what a MESS they’ve created with the most recent 3 games. How the hell are you supposed to build a new game off of all that there is so much going ON. Obviously aa4 left a ton of material to deal with but when they made aa5 instead they decided to skip ALL of that and instead create a whole NEW can of worms to deal with, and while I do love aa5, making it before using any of the potential of aa4 absolutely fucked up the opportunity to do it NOW because there’s Athena and Phoenix’s stories to worry about, too, and even just going off of aa5 would’ve created some interesting stuff but then for aa6 they decided to just go completely go off the rails and now there’s a whole other COUNTRY in the mix, as if we needed things to get even more complicated. Like I haven’t finished aa6 yet but seriously WHY did they decide to bring a whole other country in the mix it’s just so out of nowhere and not cohesive with the rest of the games at all which are all at least focused on at least the same legal system and it adds even more to Apollo’s insane backstory like WHYYYY.
But seriously what they should’ve done is made the fifth Ace Attorney game an Apollo Justice sequel first, giving us an opportunity to have a defendant Klavier case, more on the Gavin brothers’ whole thing, an introduction to Clay even if they wanted to do that, WAY more Trucy Wright content, with Phoenix studying/preparing for bar, you could even send him to Europe for a bit to hang out with Edgeworth and interact with Athena more, then that game could’ve served as a bridge into Dual Destinies, which I honestly love and I don’t think would need to be changed much given a bridge game after Apollo Justice, except for not ignoring Trucy as much and also making the orca case an actual case because that’s kind of extremely important and also a very fun case, and also just not doing all the time jumps because it sucks and it would be better and less confusing in chronological order, and THEN you have a fairly cohesive story.
But like with the way they’ve done it there is so much to deal with story wise it seems so hard to fix it now… like if I were to come up with new game ideas I would say:
Apollo Justice sequel
AAI game in Europe set during the seven-year gap with Phoenix (and Trucy!) as Edgeworth’s assistant (could also put an introduction to Athena here)
Athena Cykes: Ace Attorney
…But like out of those the AAI game feels like the one that could most feasibly be executed and that’s because it takes place before the current story, since at this point so much as happened since Apollo Justice it would be really hard to circle back to all those loose ends without it feeling weird and out of place, and then an Athena Cykes game is difficult as well because so much of her story was covered in Dual Destinies, though of course even then they could just make up more but there’s also Phoenix and Apollo to balance which would be difficult to handle ESPECIALLY when there HASN’T been an Apollo Justice sequel
Like god I don’t know what they’re planning for the next Ace Attorney game but oh to be a fly on the wall in that writers’ room because what the HELL 😭😭😭😭
#wrote this rant instead of studying for my physics test tomorrow. hope you enjoy#ace attorney#aa7#anti spirit of justice#gonna go actually study now lmao
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the Trials of Apollo series by Rick Riordan:
30% “where are they now” on the PJO and HoO characters, starting 6 months after the end of the previous series. Results range from Percy “don’t involve me in this, I have to pass my midterms or Annabeth will kill me” Jackson to Jason “[spent about 5 months thinking he could have a life other than as blond-haired, blue-eyed, walking Heroic Archetype ‘Jason Grace, Son of Jupiter, Praetor of the Twelfth Legion’; that vacation is over]” Grace.
10% music references, and increasingly niche historical and mythological references
5% haiku so bad it’s only haiku on a technicality
10% oh fuck yeah FINALLY a child of Demeter is getting to be as OP as one of her “child of the Big Three” first cousins. Demeter was a child of Kronos and Rhea as much as her noisier brothers!
40% genuinely touching character development of Apollo begrudgingly figuring out how to be human and Meg grumpily figuring out to be who she wants to be, and both of them tentatively figuring out what real care for others feels like, both given and received; also, abusive parents can get fucked
5% interactions between gods and mortals, or gods and other gods, that make me physically vibrate with the desire to take this premise and plot away from Rick Riordan (portrays gods as Basically Just Some Guys, Nay, Chucklefucks, to be affectionately mocked), and give it to PC Hodgell or Lois McMaster Bujold or some other author who portrays gods with grandeur and awe (even when they’re sometimes being chucklefucks); with domains that define them and the terror, glory and responsibility of worshiping or being worshiped. Obviously Riordan’s approach is very good for Greek mythology (high chucklefuck to awe ratio), but gosh! I really like the other way, too! And these books brush against it in passing, without ever taking it seriously for more than about 1 paragraph!
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Friendship is Magic (Post-Toa Version)
About a year ago I made a couple posts about some niche gods I wanted Apollo to become friends with and now I’m back at it! Have some more post-toa relationships for our dear boy. (Warning, this is really long)
Prometheus: Ok, so I actually already said I want Apollo and Prometheus to be friends, but over the last year I have only grown to find this idea to be so interesting. I see the two of them as being so similar, with a strong love and respect for mortals, and a bleeding heart that ostracizes them from their family, who are more easily able to turn a blind eye to any tragedies that occur. But while I think their base personalities and motivations are similar, I think their tactics differ just enough to cause conflict. But the two respect each other so much that they can push and pull at each other enough to find a middle ground. Apollo has always been impressed by Prometheus’ craftiness, and lengths he’s willing to go for his own beliefs. Prometheus has held affection for Apollo for a long time, mainly bc he’s Leto’s son and he pleaded with Zeus to let Prometheus out of his punishment. Recently tho, Prometheus has been relieved to finally see another immortal who is just as against the state of Olympus as he is.
Idk if I’m explaining this right, but like. Apollo’s going to spend a lot of time trying to bring his family around to accepting the flaws of Olympus and the way they treat mortals. And that’s good! And he wants to do that! But when you’ve been a victim of a corrupt system, and then you have to spend a lot of mental energy helping other people realize how much this system hurts people, it can be such a relief to talk with someone who already agrees with you that things are fucked. LIke, “yeah, you don’t have to convince me that you’ve been hurt, I’m not going to challenge you on that at all, or try to justify it, I just believe you, and I agree that things need to change.” That’s what I want these two to be for each other.
Menoitios: The brother of Prometheus, and Titan of violent rage and rashness. If Prometheus allows Apollo to air out his hurt, Menoitios helps him to work with the violent, and often terrifying responses he’s had to the trauma he’s ignored. Apollo has not been a good person, and he is often horrified by the actions he’s taken in the past. Instead of letting him spiral, Menoitios tells him that he can’t stop these behaviors until he finds the reasons behind them. He also tells Apollo that the emotion that often led to him lashing out and hurting or even killing others, that feral rage that came from being raised up in such a toxic society and being harmed on such a deep level, does not have to be inherently harmful. They work through coping mechanisms, and work on using that rage to make real change. Oftentimes, Apollo and Menoitios can be found sparring, no holds barred. They go until their energy is spent, and then Menoitios carts Apollo over to Prometheus and caringly forces him to talk it out.
Aporia: Aporia is one of Nyx’s kids! I picked her specifically bc while there are a lot of Nyx’s children that I think would be interesting for Apollo to interact with, Aporia’s domain is especially interesting to me. Aporia is the personification of want, difficulty and powerlessness. These are three things that Apollo has definitely struggled with, and will continue to struggle with as he goes on post-toa. It’s especially hard for him because these three emotions are so heavily looked down upon on Olympus. Gods are not allowed to desperately want, or to struggle, or to be powerless. Apollo has hidden these feelings away for so long, and then he was forced back into them during the trials. It’s jarring, and he hasn’t really found peace with it yet. So when he starts getting visits from a literal representation of the parts of himself he wants to push down the most, he freaks out. But Aporia is not there to make him more powerless, or wanting. Instead, she wants him to embrace these parts of himself, to understand how they make him whole. The two of them struggle to connect, but when they do, their friendship is so impactful.
Boreas: I have been introduced to this ship and I actually love it oml. With Boreas, Apollo gets the one thing that he really needs after the trials. REST. Boreas pulls Apollo away from Olympus, and lets him get some good rest in his palace. It helps that the two of them have a very peaceful, slow and steady sort of relationship, where there are very little expectations on either side. (Basically, you’re hot, I’m hot, we wanna make out sometimes, let's just do that and be chill about it) Boreas is calm, but can be very stern at times. When he knows what needs to be done, he gets it done. Oftentimes this no-nonsense attitude helps Apollo to start moving too. When Apollo wants to give in, Boreas is the type to be like “You can rest for a while here, and when you get up again, I’ll help you figure out what to do.” And especially post-toa this is really helpful for Apollo. They cute <3.
Euphrosyne: Apollo’s half-sister! She’s the daughter of Zeus and Eurynome. She’s also one of the Kharites (Charities, or Graces) and she’s the goddess of Mirth. I think after Jason, Apollo reached out to some of his half-siblings, honestly just wanting to make sure they’re all doing ok. He and Euphrosyne hit it off quickly, and the two of them really just have fun together. Apollo is a person who feels his emotions so strongly, both sorrow and joy. So while he needs people around him to help him through his tragedies, he also needs someone who can match him at the levels of wonder and delight. These two hype each other up a lot, and while that might be two much for others, it’s what the two of them need to work through the emotions they have. They watch movies and listen to music that they rant about for hours, gush about their closest friends and family, and just sit and bask in it all sometimes. It’s just a lil bubble of joy and comfort.
Haha psych! Got you! I disguised this as a friends post, but it’s actually my roundabout way of giving Apollo therapy while there’s no god of therapy!! Heehee I’m such a prankster!!
#trials of apollo#toa apollo#lester papadopoulos#sunny speaks#long post#shut up sunny#I wrote this all rly quick so it's a bit all over the place but yeah#friends
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Lore Olympus ep. 252 critique
Before all you stans get mad I generally thought this episode was pretty okay. But maybe that’s because not a whole lot happened.
Cassandra
So going in the order of events, first up is our favorite gal Cassandra.
Gotta say, already like her loads.
I don’t have a whole lot to say about her general existence, beyond the fact that it’s stupid that Apollo is using her as a walking incognito tab. My main criticism more lies around the idea of when did Apollo even meet her? He obviously couldn’t have met her during the time skip because there were no interactions allowed between realms during that time and he was kicking it in Olympus.
We also have no indication of when he actually met her post-punishment. There’s no definitive timeline for how far we are post-time skip, but by my estimation, we can’t be more than a month past when the embargo officially lifted. Idk I can already smell the mess that is this storyline a mile away.
The SA plot line
Holy fuck. I don’t exactly know what the hell Rachel is exactly trying to achieve with the SA plot line but I can tell you that the handling of it has been piss poor.
Uhhh... this is great and all except for the fact that Persephone never thought this. There is not one shred of evidence that Persephone ever liked or actually found Apollo handsome. Not even in the very early chapters. She didn't even say that he made her feel special. She said that she liked the way Hades made her feel. Hades made her feel special by grooming her but that's a whole-ass post on its own.
Even after her assault, she continued to express at minimum a clear discomfort for him in front of others and at maximum immense hatred for him when by herself or with only him. And now suddenly Rachel wants to flip the script? Why? What purpose would that serve? Why is she suddenly backpedaling on a plotline that was established within the first 25 episodes/the second day Persephone is on Olympus? The SA plotline is the longest-running and the "big bad" that has yet to be resolved. But now it only pops up when the story needs a little conflict or an extra boost to drive it forward. Plus now she wants to portray Apollo as this misunderstood ex-love interest/boyfriend with whom the audience is supposed to sympathize? It's disgusting. @genericpuff who I really need to stop tagging in these posts I'm so sorry made an excellent essay about how Rachel is burying the SA plot line that basically takes what I've said above and greatly expands it. Go read it, they made a lot of excellent points.
Melinoe
Ah yes. The mystery deity that was really Hades’ inner child/actual child all along!
So I actually had a conversation with another LO critic about how weird I thought this "inner child -> actual canonical child" pipeline was. Now, granted, I could be reading into this way too much but when I first read this, I honestly thought it was some kind of weird/unintentional representation of parents projecting their trauma onto their children.
We've seen this little ghost buddy in past chapters and a lot of people (myself included) thought that our ghost buddy was a representation of Hades' inner child. A little Hades if you will. And it was portrayed that way. We often saw our little ghost buddy/little Hades who was extremely traumatized by Hades' past experiences. The part of Hades that just can't let go despite what he may claim about "moving on" or "being better". But if this little ghost/Hades is actually their kid Melinoe, that means they saw everything that Hades went through. All his traumas, all his struggles. Everything. And now also with Persephone and her little jaunt through the mind-scape and the shit she saw. So now we have to recontextualize all of those scenes where Hades interacts with this being and tbh the scenes kind of become very ick? This is such a strange direction to take this particular storyline. Something about it just rubs me the wrong way and I don't know if it's my above complaint or something else.
But yeah. Pretty tame in comparison to some of my past posts and posts that will come. Until the next chapter and/or my next post.
#anti lore olympus#lore olympus#anti lo persephone#anti lo#lore olympus critical#lo criticism#lo critic#lo critical#lo hate#unpopular lo#unpopular lore olympus
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LO RANT:
I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that Persephone really got intimate with someone despite her sexual trauma and we just glossed over it like it did not matter. I don’t see how anyone could be satisfied or okay with this shit since the situation was a huge plot point for years, not months, YEARS. Yet the time when it finally came up to it everything was rushed and never spoken about again, like Persephone’s trauma is important and I don’t can’t understand how no one ever questioned that.
Like I keep saying in these damn rants, Hades has a plethora of explanations for his trauma and whole dedicated chapters towards Kronos and being eaten. Everything he does ties back to it and it’s clear that this affected him in a major way since we were able to actually see how different he was after the fact. We know so much shit about the Kronos situation yet we barely know bits and pieces about Persephone’s trauma and that gets on my fucking nerves, am I asking anyone to be descriptive? No. Am I asking anyone to speak on it every other chapter? No, but what I am asking is why didn’t it actually matter. The assault felt like it was only there to establish a bad guy, it also felt like it was only there to make Hades a knight in shining armor to save Persephone mainly because nothing she did up until then made any fucking sense. Something terribly traumatic happened to you and you’re telling me you’re going to tell that very personal and vulnerable piece of information to a guy from a party you got absolutely wasted at, ended up in his home, almost got attacked by his dog, and was offered to have sex with him over the slightest bit of shoulders revealing themselves. That’s absolutely manufactured, it doesn’t even make sense in the story at all which makes me feel like it was set up just so Persephone would have a reason to talk to Hades.
Which I personally feel is really fucked up, why did anyone think it was a good idea to have her assault be the reason why they’re made for each other? Persephone could’ve called him for literally anything else to build their friendship since she already was under the impression that they were friends, I don’t understand why she would trust him of all people when he was literally trying to get in her pants out of nowhere. And then every single thing tied to Apollo and her trauma in later chapters always somehow involved Hades, FOR NO REASON. It’s been established that she has a completely different support team that doesn’t even include Hades yet he’s the main one always there whenever she “needs to be rescued”, there’s no way that this wasn’t used as a fucking ploy to push these two together. It’s obvious that Hades isn’t a great person at all, like genuinely fuck the whole “he’s not perfect but he’s trying :(“ thing he’s just irredeemably bad, and by the looks of it he would never be a good husband or partner for Persephone so Rachel had to do something to cover that up and like everything with Hades it was ultimately the bare minimum.
It’s just so fucked up to me. You can’t even deny it either because there are dozens of stories (romance) where the main character has something absolutely traumatic done to them and the love interest just so happens to be there to “fix” them or “save” in this case. It’s very popular and I’m not saying that it’s always all bad, the way that you execute the trauma and the way that your characters interact with it are what makes it either really bad or really good. With Lore Olympus though, it had to be the worst case of this honestly because not only did you rush the healing process just so they could screw each other smoothly but you also made a complete mockery of it. I’m sure there’s a bunch of people who relate to Persephone’s story and I don’t want to knock them nor am I criticizing them and I understand that not all survivors are going to react the same, there’s millions of people on this Earth and since we’re not clones of each other we’re always going to share major differences, but this is just so incredibly bad. You have Persephone literally resting in the bed that she got assaulted in with a man, you have this man touching her and invading her personal space multiple times without asking days after this happened, and you have a man that you need to comfort while you tell him your own trauma. You see how none of this makes sense? I know not all survivors react the same I know it and I feel bad for even pointing this out but at the same time you’re going to be affected by stuff like this.
This was days after it happened everyone, days. Not weeks, not months, not years, not decades, and not even centuries. Days after Persephone experienced a huge violation of her body in her own room and she does not worry or think about it once when she’s with Hades. This stuff does not just go away, trauma never goes away because what’s done is done sadly your brain and body has already been affected and you may not be able to revert back to the person you were before. Of course there’s ways to make your trauma less prominent and less of a problem for your everyday life whether it be medically assigned pills, therapy visits, and other supportive resources that specialize in things such as that but it’s never just going to disappear from your life entirely. It’s going to follow you like a dark cloud and it’s going to control your every move especially when it’s just happened, it’s a massive impact on a person no matter how big or small which is why stuff like this needs to be taken more seriously. So many people expect you to get over it and forget about it but you can’t because it’s not something that you can forget so easily, it’s draining and it’s consuming and sometimes it’s very isolating. Which is why I appreciated the therapist episode since it really does showcase just how daily it can be and how it just molds itself apart of your everyday life but sadly I know it’s very clearly just trying to appease readers’ concerns about Persephone’s trauma being forgotten which makes me have another problem to talk about.
How am I supposed to believe that Persephone was struggling with this stuff almost everyday when there’s nothing alluding to that fact. Persephone rarely has any symptoms or experiences the effects of trauma unless Hades can be involved somehow, her trauma is only important and valid when the story can use it for romance and I think that’s again, very fucked up. You don’t see Hades’ trauma only being brought up so Persephone can fix them, he just says them and we can see how even though it’s been centuries he’s still dealing with the long term affects but you don’t see the story using it as a ploy to get them together (mainly), no one’s using Hades being swallowed up by his own father as a kid as some cute moment for Persephone to take him to dinner or something this treatment only happens to Persephone. If her trauma can’t be cute in some way then it’s not going to be shown and it’s again, very insulting.
Anyways, I will end this rant here yet I will never not be upset at the fact that Rachel only made Persephone “heal” just so she could give us the most unnatural intimate scenes ever. Endgame for them was just having sex and I think it’s so incredibly mind boggling that we’re supposed to look at this in a romantic sense, nothing about this is romantic and it’s very obvious that this was just used as “drama” which should’ve never been the case in the first place.
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i’m having thoughts about my boy
sorry newsies moots but it’s solace time baby
• William Andrew Solace was born in Texas but has tempratlily lived in and been too; New Mexico, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Nevada, California, Washington, New York, and later on in life Massachusetts and Maine. The only states he vividly remembers when he was young was New Mexico and Nevada, as they spent the longest time there besides Texas.
• Will left to camp when his mother stopped in new york and a monster attack very close to camp happened and the nearest satyr recognized him as a half-blood, dragging him with the other demigods (i headcannon one of them was Drew And that’s how those two met) and was introduced. He found his mother again and was able to stay there after some plot stuff i will flesh…later.
• cat person he is such a cat person he’s a golden retriever boy yes but he’s a cat person i’m sorry i’m right i am i know him he told me
• Will did get bullied when he went to a public school for a short time in new Mexico for being/acting “Gay” and it stuck with him a bit as he was worried what camp half blood would be like. but the camp was very friendly and he adapted fairly quickly after his siblings supported his coming out
• Will is Bi to me, and i feel he figured out fairly easily. Naomi wasn’t as religious as her parents and her traveling gave her a wider world veiw, so she wasn’t exactly homophobic but didn’t really let will know gay people existed. he kinda just got context clues along the way.
• Will came out to naomi when he was 14 and she accepted him, after some suprise and tears. it was confusing for both of them but she wasn’t angry.
• Will goes though whipped cream like a maniac. he puts it on everything. everything. i don’t know where i got this headcannon from but it’s mine now it’s my baby his favorite dessert is literally just reddi whip striaght into his mouth and nico is always absoloutley horrified whenever he finds his boyfriend straight up drinking reddi whip out of the fridge after a late night at the hospital wing.
• WORKAHOLIC!! BIGGEST WORKAHOLIC!!! EVER!!! does NOT take breaks does NOT talk about his own feelings. major case of therapist friend with no therapy
• Nico summons skeletons to help will with studying sometimes, hey, it’s better than a textbook
• Due to all the Shit He’s Seen, will isn’t really freaked out by nico or macabre at all. as to contrast, nico hates medical stuff and finds it kinda freaky
• Will has a very Work for what you get attitude and seeing his mother scrape by and work herself up made will similarly hardworking, independent and self sufficient. But he’s also a stubborn bastard who would rather take and remove a bullet then let someone help him either work wise or financially. It got even worse as he became the head of his cabin so much younger with so many younger kids to take care if
• Living in new mexico for as long as they did Naomi decided it was a good idea to have will learn at least some spanish when he was young and he picked up on it nicely, and decided to continue. he’s fairly fluent now and loves freaking Leo out all the time by talking to him in spanish when nobody else is around and he can’t prove it.
• Did also have a minor crush on percy, but mostly as a “woah look at that guy holy shit” and loved teasing annabeth about it (“If YOU love him so much why do you want us to get her together?” “nooo you guys are my OTP i’m not having that up just because he’s hot” <- COMPLETELY REAL INTERACTION THEY E HAD MHM TRUST ME BRO)
• Wants to pick up on some italian so he can do the same thing he does with leo to nico
• TRANSGENDER AND AUTISTIC IM NOT ELABORATING FUCK YOU ( i do have reasons but this is more fun)
• Favorite vide game is a tie between tetris and Majoras mask
• Favorite TV show was Malcom in the Middle as a kid and now is greys anatomy /j/j/j/j but i can gaurentee he hate watches it with the apollo cabin all the time
• Suprisingly fine with plants, yes sunflowers do look at him and everyone makes fun of him for it
okay i’m done (i’m a liar i’m not done but i am about to pass out sooo)
#will solaceblr#will solace#pjo#hoo#toa#Solangelo#Apollo cabin#cabin 7#william andrew solace#tsats#pjo headcannons
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Killing Me 18+
Pairings: jealous!Timothée Chalamet x Reader
Summary: Timothée begs you for a threesome and ends up not enjoying it as much as he thought he would.
Warnings: threesome, slight alcohol mention, face f*cking, fingering, protected and unprotected sex, angst, breeding kink if you dim the lights and squint,
Word Count: 3,972
Authors Note: song title inspired by Omar Apollo 🥰 sorry this took forever. I got carried away writing it. I was sweating the whole time. I hope you guys enjoy this. Minors pls don’t interact with this, seriously inappropriate sh*t ahead, thank you.
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The day finally came, he had begged you for weeks. He had also been thinking about it for a while, following a dinner with the boys where one of his friends lamented about how much he had enjoyed a threesome with his own girlfriend. Timothée had thought of you, in front of him on all fours, taking someone else into your space, with ONLY his permission, looking at him the whole time. He thought about how much he wanted to ram his cock down your throat to muffle the lewd noises coming from it. It was such a delicious thought for him that he almost had to leave early that night. But he held on, until he finally came home to ravage you. Only afterwards gaining the courage to mention it to you, and now you had finally agreed.
Now the two of you sat on the couch, three wine glasses and a bottle of Prosecco laid in front of you on the coffee table. Awkward introductions were made already. You reached to pour liquid into all of the glasses, eyes stuck on Timothée, who’s face was still a little bright red.
“I’ve done this before, you guys,” his friend was the first one to speak up since “you don’t have to feel so awkward.”
“Thanks, man.” A relieved sigh from Timothée before he raised his glass high for the both of you “this will be fun.” The three of you clinked your glasses together.
“Ground rules?” He asked your boy, who was now staring at you, taking a sip from his glass. He looked gorgeous as always, cardigan laying over his warm shoulders, hair splaying into a sea of coffee colored curls. He was a little nervous for this, not because he didn’t know what he was doing, but because he didn’t know what he could handle when it came to this kind of thing. Could he handle him kissing you? Embracing you? Could he handle seeing you with your pretty hands all over someone else’s dick? Probably not.
“No kissing,” his eyes shifted to look at his friend who’s eyes were also glued to you, in a way that made Timothée want to roll his eyes into the back of his head. “And I don’t want your lips anywhere near his cock.” A long finger moved to point at his friend before he was taking a drink from his glass, nearly finishing it. He felt maybe if he loosened up a little bit he wouldn’t regret his decision to try this.
“Fair enough,” he smirked and did the same. The smug look on his face made him want to say nevermind. To say get the fuck out, please, before you had a chance to take your clothes off. But after you finished your drink, you were shimmying out of your jeans and taking a seat, this time closer to Timothée, almost thigh to thigh. You noticed his tensed form and you wrapped your hand around his that was holding the glass. You guided it to his lips for him.
“This is what you wanted, right?” Your voice was quiet and kind, not annoyed. This made him relax a bit, and he nodded, finishing his second drink. “Then let’s get started.” It was almost a question, but it didn’t need to be.
Without thinking, you grabbed ahold of Timothée’s hand to guide him into your bedroom, a finger beckoning his friend to follow after the two of you. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, pressing kisses across his neck and jawline. You always had an incredible effect on him, but to you it was obvious he was trying to keep quiet to keep up a facade. An evil idea danced through your mind before coming to fruition, your teeth nipped down lightly on his milky skin. Mere seconds later, his flesh turned a pretty shade of pink. The unexpected feeling elicited a groan from him, one that made him blush, vermillion just barely dusting his perfect cheeks. He hated feeling so helpless in this moment. Usually he loved it, relished in it. He didn’t care if he showed how much power you had over him.
He disliked it so much that he was now snaking his fingers through your hair and pushing your head downwards gently. A silent plea, so intimate. Maybe not intimate to the normal eye, but for the two of you, this action always made shudders rapture through your bodies. Something about the way you would always immediately sink to your knees for him. So eager. Just for him. It was a hushed prayer. One that said I’m yours. Your hands were instantly running up his thighs and your face was pressing against his erection, soft corduroy fabric gracing your skin. Saliva started to pool in your mouth in anticipation and you pawed at his belt, eyes pleading up at him. “Fuck,” he groaned once again, nearly tormented now. The image of his friend getting on his knees behind you to slip your shirt off. Only for his hands to graze your breasts, kneading harshly. Something he could touch but would never possess. The thought reminded Timothée of how desperately he wanted to possess your mouth in this moment. He quickly undid his belt and pushed his pants to the floor , just barely kicking them out of sight on the hardwood floor.
“Thank you, honey.” You purred, wasting no time in tugging his briefs down to his ankles. His erection sprung forward before slapping against his stomach. One of your favorite things to see. You licked your lips and inched forward to press a kiss to his cock, eyes quickly traveling up his body again until you reached his eyes. The look plastered on your face gave him goosebumps and he shuddered quietly. “You look so pretty like this..” you whispered, hot breath fanning across his cold skin. He whimpered and bucked his hips forward. His hands now moved, starting at the nape of your neck, fingers spreading through your hair, fingers wide. You knew what was coming, your thighs rubbed together in anticipation, back arching slightly in a silent plea for his friend. You hands sprung forward to wrap around his cock. Your tongue licked a long and tiny stripe along him, never leaving his gaze. It wasn’t enough for him. He protested by gathering hair at the crown of your head and he tugged gently at first, just enough to make you do something. Anything. It worked, like a shot, you were giving what he was asking for. Your mouth was wrapping around his cock, the tip of it nearly hitting the back of your throat. Before you could gag around him you pulled away and gathered some of the saliva in your hands to coat him completely. His hips thrusted forward into your inviting hands.
Timothée wanted to moan out, loudly, but he was harshly reminded of the third person in this equation when you moaned quietly instead, lips sending soft vibrations through his body. The source of your pleasure must have been the fingers that were slowly working inside of you now, he thought. Reality was, it was because it turned you on so much to be giving Timothée exactly what you thought he wanted. The thumb rubbing slow circles into your swollen clit was just a nice bonus. The fingers on your left hand splayed across his hips, tracing his hip bones. His grip tightened on your hair and he pushed you forward so your mouth was engulfing him once again.
Your eyes squeezed shut and you tried to relax your throat so you could take more of him this time. You succeeded, the head of his cock prodded at the back of your throat and a hushed whine that sounded more like a gurgle slipped through your mouth. Along with a thin trail of drool, sliding down your chin. The feeling of someone else watching as you worshipped his cock was incredible, he couldn’t help but rock his hips forward with a whimper of your name. Each vibration of your quiet gags against his cock felt like an amen to him.
One thing he wasn’t happy about was the sight of you oscillating your hips around the three fingers that weren’t his pumping in and out of you. It was clear you were enjoying yourself from the squishing sounds that bubbled into the space around your wet cunt. Timothée squeezed his eyes shut and snapped his hips forward with more force in an attempt to completely muffle all of your pleasured noises. The way you gagged around him was disgusting and crude. It made him want to fill your throat all at once but he didn’t let himself.
Timothée pulled away barely to clamber for his pants and he pulled out a silver package and threw it in the direction of his friend. He wanted to kick him out but he felt that would be rude and as much as he hated to admit it, he knew you were enjoying yourself. Or at least it seemed like it. And if anyone else was going to fuck you, he wanted to make sure they couldn’t feel what you felt like inside, completely raw and unadulterated. That was something that was just for him. Something he would never share with anyone else. He didn’t care if he was selfish. He didn’t care if he was greedy, he would fight to make sure no one was ever to feel you in the way that he got to feel you.
He focused his gaze on your face, ignoring the fact that you were actively positioning yourself to get fucked by someone else. He wouldn’t ever mention how it did really turn him on, only in that moment. You looked so pretty on your knees, legs spread wide, tongue dipping out to lap at his impossibly hard cock.
He also ignored as his friend rolled on the condom and came forward to set his grip on your hips to push his cock into you. You moaned loudly and Timothée wanted so badly to freak out. To physically fight him and shove him away and out of the apartment. Instead he forced his hands to find their way back into your hair and he tugged on the sweet spot on your scalp, pulling you forward to shove his cock into your mouth to shut you up. He did his best to disregard the entire situation. He threw his head back, eyes squeezing shut once again.
Timothée didn’t relent this time, hips snapping forward fast so that no sound could escape from your throat. He felt terrible because for a few moments he didn’t care if you weren’t enjoying the feeling of his cock ramming into the back of your throat. He just knew that if he had to listen to, even for one more second, the sound of you enjoying being fucked by someone else, he was going to commit a felony. He wouldn’t kill him but he knew his conduct would be extremely disorderly. You were enjoying it though, you loved it when he had his way with your mouth. He looked so fucking hot when he was fucking your throat. You felt bad for everyone who would never see it.
You were enjoying the feeling of Timothée sliding passed your lips far more than you were enjoying getting fucked by anyone other than him. You superficially squeezed your walls together, eager to get this over with, you wanted him to cum as soon as possible so he could leave and you could have your love.
As of right on cue, he did, pulling out as he filled the condom with his seed. Timothée caught on to what you were doing and he pulled from your mouth, pinching your cheek softly as he sent a wink for only you to see. He pulled on his briefs haphazardly and his friend looked at him confused, “did you?”
“No, but that’s okay. It was great,” his speech was quick and flustered “thank you so much for coming.” He tugged on his shirt, not saying anything even as he followed after the friend, watching as he slipped his shoes on.
The whole interaction was rushed and a bit awkward, he didn’t let anyone else get a word in “Thanks again for coming, I think we’re going to bed, I’m so tired.” He yawned and waved him through the door as you followed into the living room, pulling your panties up your thoughts.
As soon as he was out the door, Timothée was grabbing you and pushing you flush against the wood and his hands were exploring your body erratically. Squeezing softly, rubbing and feeling your warm skin. He whined lowly. Timothée sucked in his teeth quietly and whimpered, head ducking down to press kisses to your clavicle. “Mine.” He stated, standing up straight now to make sure you were looking at him, his eyes darkened slightly with a now serious expression. He needed to know if you knew that. But he didn’t want to ask. “Mine, mine, mine.”
“Yours.” You cooed, standing up on your toes to press a loving kiss to his lips. This seemed to make him feel better. You took one of his hands and led it to press a finger to your clothed clit. He dipped his fingers into your panties. To his absolute bliss, you weren’t as wet as you usually were for him. He sighed in contentment. You hadn’t came from the prior activities. He was selfishly happy for that. Timothée wanted to be the only one to make you cum. “Feels so much better when you’re touching me.” Your hips thrusted forward to rub against his fingers, needing anything from him.
“God, baby, you’re really the fucking best.” His voice is barely him, it’s whiny and breathy. His middle finger circles around your entrance before sliding in, just barely passed his knuckle. You do your best to not cry out already and your arm shoots out to grip onto his shirt to stabilize yourself. “That’s my girl.” He breathed, wriggling his finger inside of you.
“Please, Timo.” You whined, drawing out the nickname. Eyebrows furrowed together and tears pricking your eyes you begged him “More, more, please.” You were far wetter than you had been all night and it made his chest swell with pride. He hadn’t even given you a while finger and you were already glazing his finger, juices threatening to slide to his hand. He finally listened to your pleas and pushed his finger completely inside of you, waiting no time to push a second one along with it. He curled his fingers upward, prodding at your sweet spot. You whimpered, a chorus of “uhn, uhn, uhn” and his name tumbling from your lips and into his ears. The sound of it made him grow impossibly hard and he buckled his hips forward and down to rub his erection against your thigh. He wanted you to feel what you did to him, even when you hadn’t touched him in so long. It was a reminder.
A reminder you listened to. You rolled down his briefs and pulled out his cock to run your hand along the length of it. He wanted to make you cum with his fingers but when your hand squeezed around him he decided that he couldn’t wait anymore. The image of you getting fucked by someone that wasn’t him shoved into his mind and he needed to reclaim what was his. He needed you to feel him. He needed to feel you. “I’m sorry, mon amour, I’m sorry,” he whispered regretfully when he saw your toes curling in pleasure from just his fingers, and he pulled them out. You whimpered loudly and rolled your hips onto nothing. He felt sympathy for you, but only for a moment when he remembers that he’s the one who had to watch you get railed by someone else, even if it was his idea. Sympathy replaced by pure primal instinct. The instinct that he needed to show you why he was the one who got to fuck you.
He wasted no time at all pulling your panties down your legs, lifting your leg up, pressing your knee impossibly high up against the door and immediately thrusting himself up into you. This evoked a long and loud from the both of you, foreheads pressing together. He was sure anyone in the hallway could hear that one. The thought of someone hearing turned him on further. “Oh fuck.” Was all he could manage to say and he had to stop himself from moving. You felt so good around him that he needed a moment otherwise he would be done for and ruin the moment. The earlier activities played from the recess of his mind and this helped knock him to his senses. His hands gripped your hips, nails digging harshly into your skin. His hips snapped upwards and a guttural moan burst from his diaphragm, “Did he feel like this?” His voice was pleading. He was seeking your validation. It was strange coming from a man who was always so sure of himself. But here he was, staring at you, looking like he was going to cry if you were to tell him anything other than what he wanted to hear.
You shook your head quickly and wrapped your arms around him to pull him closer to you. His hips stirred and he couldn’t help himself but rock his hips against yours. “No one can fuck me like you do, Timothée.” The sound of his name coming from you almost made him actually cry but he couldn’t. He was enjoying himself way too much to let himself cry and possibly ruin the satisfaction of finally having you wrapped around him. “The only fun I had was when you were fucking my face.” Just what he wanted to hear. No, needed to hear. You knew his needs better than he did.
“I love you,” he cooed quietly, “I love fucking you, fucking your face.” His hand trailed across the expanse of your cheek, admiring your features. You rolled your hips against him, a silent request for him to keep going. He complied and pressed your ass against against the door before he fucked up into you, your back arching into his chest. You cried out in pleasure, pulling him closer to you. “You feel incredible, baby.” His voice was choked and he sounded flustered.
He fucked you into the door and pulled your hips into his, breathing heavily. There was a knock on the door. Immediately his hand is covering your mouth and he looks through the peep hole in the door. His friend outside and looks frustrated, stating “I think I forgot my charger inside.”
You look at each other and struggle to hold in giggles. Timothée looks at you incredulously, not sure what to do.
You ignore it and roll your hips against him, to which he gasps and it’s your turn to cover his mouth. He thrusted up into you slowly, trying his best to be quiet but it was hard with how soaked you were. He hissed at the wet sound, obscene. You both hoped that he wouldn’t hear it. Soon you’re guiding his hand from your face and to your clit, where he happily began to rub the sensitive skin. “He didn’t even know how to use his fingers,” you whispered into his ear, “I thought about you the entire time. How much I missed your fingers.” Timothée whimpered and forced his gaze from the peep hole to look at you.
“Hello?” Another voice that wasn’t from either of you.
“I can’t fucking do this anymore,” he professed and pulled out of you. He grabbed you by the wrist and walked you to the couch where he bent you over the edge and was immediately sheathing himself back inside of you before you could even think. You cried out in absolute pleasure and he shushed you, reaching forward to slip two of his fingers into your mouth. It didn’t matter to him if he was still on the outside of the door, part of him hoped that he was. So he could hear exactly who made you feel like this. “Who’s making you feel this fucking good, baby?” He purred, pulling out his slick fingers to grip your chin as he rocked his hips forward rapidly.
“You, baby. Only you can make me feel like this.” you had managed to breathe out between your gasps of pleasure. It seemed to not please him the way you thought it would and his fingers plunged back into your mouth to muffle the lewd sounds pouring from you.
“No, mon amour. What’s my name?” He punctuated each word with a snap of his hips and pulled his fingers back out, trailing his hand to wrap gently around your neck as he fucked you.
At his words you were almost at your first breaking point, your walls squeezed around him and he groaned loudly, repeating himself. “Come on, say it.” He stopped his hips and instead rubbed his hips up against you teasingly.
“Timothée!” You cried out, voice cracking. “Please, don’t be like that. Fuck me please. Timothée.” You begged out loud, almost sounding pathetic if it wasn’t for the situation.
“You feel so good.” He released his grip on your hip and ran his hand over your ass, groaning quietly. Whimpering, you pushed back against him. Timothée liked your response and gave you exactly what you wanted, hips immediately snapping back into you. You came undone around him, squeezing him harder than before and his fingers squeezed around your throat. The feeling was almost over stimulating but it felt so good, you gushed around him and he buried his face into your neck, whispering your name.
“I’m sorry.” It was good for him too. Too good, he was struggling to keep it together. “I can’t.” Timothée could barely speak but he didn’t need to, you knew what he was trying to say.
“Cum inside of me, please, Timothée.” He needed to cum so badly but he wouldn’t let himself until he made you cum again. There was no way you wouldn’t be thinking about this night for weeks. He needed you to be addicted to him the way he was addicted to you. His hand dipped between your legs and he toyed with your clit. He stilled before rocking his hips as rhythmically as he could manage with how close he was, especially after what you had said.
“No,” a choked sob “I can’t.” Before he could finish his sentence he was cumming, spilling into you. Loud and desperate moans falling from his pink lips. The feeling of him filling you up, caused a second orgasm to wrack through your body and your toes were curling, you nearly screamed out his name as you came. “I’m sorry, fuck.”
You collapsed forward onto the couch and sighed happily, lazy smile creeping onto your lips “don’t be.”
He wanted to follow suit, and lay with you. But he couldn’t help but pull himself and admire the way you look laid in front of him. His hands were suddenly splaying across your ass and spreading you apart. You gasped at the feeling of the air hitting you and he groaned as he watched his seed spill out of you.
Timothée collected some with his finger and brought it to your lips. You happily parted them for him and he shoved his fingers into your mouth where you swished your tongue against them. You tasted him with a smile and he whimpered loudly, “I love you.”
“I love you too, pervert. Come here.”
#timothee chalamet imagine#timothee chalamet x reader#timothee chalamet smut#timothee chalamet fanfic#timothee chalamet one shot#timothèe chalamet smut
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INTRO BECAUSE I HAVENT DONE ONE
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[please please please send me asks I love interacting with y’all I’m really sorry if I don’t answer right away but I love you for being here and I love you in general ok ask away]
Name: Andi (you can call me ands as nickname)
Pronouns: they/them (maybe he/him??? Idk I won’t get mad if you use he/him I think)
Sexuality: something like omniromantic quoiromantic aegeosexual demiromantic aroflux asexual but probably aromantic (still figuring things out)
Age: 16 (don’t be creepy, I will block you)
Personality type: INFP-T
Fav color: probably like black, green, and purple
Godly parent: Apollo
Hogwarts house: slytherin (technically ravenclaw but that test can go fuck itself)
Grisha order: Fabriktor (I’m a Durast)
Nationality: Italian (don’t live in Italy tho)
Languages: Italian and English fluently, learning French and I’m pretty good at it, can sorta understand Spanish, not really German but kinda, like a song and a sentence in Japanese, one Latin song and an exorcism (I had a supernatural phase ok), the Ancient Greek alphabet (percy Jackson phase), a few words of Luxembourgish, did a bit of Indonesian and Chinese when I was in first grade so I know a few words there, and that’s about it
Fandoms: lots of musicals (mostly Phantom), grishaverse, Riordanverse, good omens, sandman tv show, our flag means death, the owl house, neon genesis evangelion, Harry Potter (but I do not support jk Rowling, I just like the marauders), Superwholock, keeper of the lost cities, others that I’m probably forgetting
Music taste: musicals, random shit idk mostly musicals
Side blogs: @freshavocado-croissants, @thechroniclesofdepression, @inej-ghafa-appreciation-posts
AO3: def_not_kaz_brekker
(I’m also writing a Hazbin hotel fanfic there sooo: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54764482/chapters/138800494#workskin )
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#intro post#introduction#def-not-kaz-brekker#<-idk about that tag I just like tagging shit#queer#trans#nonbinary#aroace#asexual#aromantic spectrum#autism (undiagnosed tho)#fandoms
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Time for the current crossover stuck in my head:
Assassin’s Creed x Percy Jackson
Because no duh. Now the question is how would this work?
Assassin at Camp: isekai Desmond
- reborn as the son of Minerva/Athena or maybe Apollo (because of the sun shit and ha ha irony that the assassin is now a healer lmao)
- becomes a new minor god that builds up his own faction of assassins to help the demigods when he realized how unfair it is for them
- an immortal that trains the demigods at camp and definitely smuggles in some of the more mortal luxuries of life because fuck you gods let the kids be kids and enjoy things
- it’s just Desmond getting wrapped up in this shit and accidentally forms a new Brotherhood with demigods because he sees them and go “is anyone gonna parent them? No? Alright, mine now” or at least trains them with Assassin skills and hang out with Chiron and Mr D, who just sees this random ass man with suspicious glowing eyes and a knife strapped to his arm go “tf?”
Gods + Assassins: gods have always existed
- Assassins are a whole faction who focus their skills on mortal threats (the PoE shit), but are willing to assist the demigods occasionally because holy shit those are actual children
(maybe the PoE are left overs of another petty war the gods had? More lore needed)
- the Assassins were formed by a minor god (sort of like Artemis and her Hunters) who passed down the Eagle Eye trait and was determined to help humanity regardless of what the other gods say, because fuck y’all and the Templars
- maybe the Templars also aren’t a fan of the gods, but got their own god complex going on and said gods didn’t care enough to stop them, so the Assassins have to clean up that mess
- what pantheon was the minor god from? Who tf knows, I don’t know enough about the origins of the Brotherhood and the gods to know how to write this shit properly, maybe an interesting point could be that this minor god has turned their back on the gods so long ago that even they forgot their own origins, that’d be cool
- I think it’s fair to say that if this did function sort of like Artemis’ hunters, then they would pledge to the creed instead to one person, but whether they would be immortal or not is up to y’all
- considering that the Assassins are pretty big on Choice (at least the fanfics I read, lmao) if they do decide to leave the brotherhood, then the others have to respect that decision, but if they break the creed then either that immortality is broken, they get let go (or are stripped of their rank Idk), or are put to the blade (last one is unlikely, unless it’s something big)
- I imagine that they can be given a second chance, but shit like that requires a really big “prove yourself” mission (cough cough Altair and Arno cough)
- omg assassins all over the world seeing this godly bullshit all the time and go “oh wtf, anyway”
Everything else is up to y’all I just think it’d be fun to see how they’d interact with the Demigods and maybe Percy and his friends, Idk
#percy series#percy jackson#assassin’s creed#desmond miles#back on my crossover bullshit again#someone write this#please#I only have so many ideas#looorrrre#isekai#maybe#probably#idk#percy jackson au#percy jackson and the greek gods#gods on their bullshit#fuck the isu#fuck the gods#demigods
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My reactions, thoughts, and predictions that I had while reading Percy Jackson: The Titan's Curse. At least the ones I bothered to write down. Spoilers below the cut. Also, fair warning, this one is way longer than either of my previous reaction posts. I had a lot of thoughts.
EDIT: part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5
I feel I should mention that the Percy Jackson books have objectively the best chapter titles
The mental image of Sally driving Percy and his friends to get their ass beat like it's just an after-school sports club is hilarious to me
Ooh, Thalia has hypnosis wind
So Thalia didn't age while she was in that tree? Because I remember she was much older than Annabeth at the time of her death, but now she, Annabeth and Percy are all the same age. Huh. Okay then.
NICO DI ANGELO!!! I've heard about you! You're gay! And he has a sister! Oh I am delighted and ready to love them!
Thalia insulting Grover's music taste.
ANNABETH IS TALLER THAN PERCY
Aww, Nico defending his sister.
OH SHIT, IS THORN A MANTICORE??!???!!
"They're not dolls! They're figurines!" Sure, sweetie.
CALLED IT
Bianca is great.
Oh my God, Nico, you beautiful nerd! XD
HUNTING HORN?!!?!!! SILVERY ARROWS?!!?!??? IS IT ARTEMIS?!!!! PLEASE TELL ME ITS ARTEMIS!!!!!
HOLY FUCK, ARTEMIS'S HUNTERS!!!!!!!
Zoë Nightshade is easily the most badass name I've ever heard in my life.
ARTEMIS!!!!!!!
Please tell me Annabeth is okay. I will not be okay until I know that she is
Oh my God, Nico! XD Also, chill, Percy, he's just a baby.
"Besides, I hear they rebuilt the cabins you burned down." Excuse me, what?!
Percy, leave Bianca be! Besides, you don't even know her! She can be a badass warrior hunter lady if she wants. What even are your hang-ups about Artemis's hunters? They saved your life.
Oh, wait, that's right. Camp Half-Blood needs more people to keep it protected. That's right.
Good for you, Bianca, but I can't say that I would ever leave my little brother to become an immortal virgin. No offense to them, but girl, your brother needs you. You may have a new family, but you're all he's got.
Oh, I love Artemis calling Apollo her annoying brother. Do we get to see them interact? I pray that we do.
Grover simping for Artemis is so valid.
Thalia thinking Apollo’s hot is so valid.
Apollo being an obnoxious kind-of hippy going through an anime phase is the greatest idea anyone has ever had. He's so stupid, I love him.
Apollo's comment about pretty girls turning into plants reminded me of the myth about the time where one of his boyfriends turned into a flower after he died. Hyacinthus. Because we cannot forget that Apollo is canonically bisexual. If Rick Riordan doesn't (at some point) acknowledge how gay ancient Greek mythology is, I'm going to riot.
Dating must be really weird at Camp Half-Blood. And between demi-gods in general, right? Because, technically speaking, they're all kind of related to each other. I guess it just works differently since the gods aren't human, so there's not the same case to be made about genetics and the potential for incest. Or maybe that only applies to kids who have the same god parent. Like how Percy sees Tyson as his brother. I’m wondering if the kids from other cabins feel the same way. Like, do kids from different cabins consider themselves siblings? Does Annabeth see the other kids from Athena’s cabin as her siblings? What does the dating scene even look like at Camp Half-Blood? Is it considered scandalous to date other members of your own cabin? Or do some people think it’s taboo or whatever to date other demigods in general? I don’t need sleep, I need answers!
Ohhh. Okay. So apparently Thalia has aged while she was in the tree, just very slowly. So if Percy is 14 and Thalia can pass as an 8th grader like him, and she should be somewhere between 12 and 19, if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say she's about 15 or 16.
Oh, hey, I was right. Thanks, Apollo.
Aww, poor Thalia. Lol. I was the exact same way when I drove for the first time. Literally had a panic attack on the spot, and I wasn't even controlling the Earth's temperature.
Yay, Tyson! I was worried we wouldn’t see him again until, like, the last book or something.
Aww, it’s so sweet that Tyson wants to see Annabeth. And it’s adorable how cool he thinks she is.
Wow, Luke really is an unbelievable bastard. Annabeth is smart, she was smart to question him, but when the rocks started to fall, her instincts drove her to protect Luke, because even though he’s an unbelievable bastard, Annabeth still can’t help but harbor positive feelings for her. For the longest time, he was family to her and she loved him, so of course those feelings are still there, even if she knows it’s illogical.
Wait. Annabeth is holding up the ceiling of a cave, which Percy acknowledges that she shouldn’t be able to do. So… is the cave ceiling actually the sky? Like how, in Greek mythology, the sky is held up by the titan Atlas? In the mythology, Heracles trades places with Atlas holding up the sky while Atlas helps Heracles complete one of his twelve labors, and when Atlas is about to leave, Heracles tricks Atlas into taking back the sky before bolting. Like how Luke tricked Annabeth into holding up the cave ceiling before leaving her alone to hold it by herself.
Okay, Grover, chill out with the stalking, bud.
I guess Grover and Annabeth take turns getting damsel-ed. Last book was Grover’s turn and this book is Annabeth’s turn.
Don’t worry, Percy, I forgot about that scarf too.
Okay, not liking how the Hunters are portrayed. Because when Artemis says to give up love, she only means romantic love, which is clearly not the only kind of love. Greek mythology practically invented the concept of differentiating and identifying different kinds of love. The Hunters should know that, but the way they act towards the other campers is really… I dunno, gross? They act like their way of life is the only way that matters, which is super fucked up coming from the people that follow Artemis.
“I wondered if there was any way I’d looked that ridiculous when I’d first arrived.” Percy, that was literally only two years ago, get off your high fucking horse. XD
Thalia static-shocking people when she’s annoyed is golden and I love her.
Oh, fuck.
OH, FUCK!
Oh, we love the prophecies… Yayyyy.
Okay, guessing time. Artemis is chained to a rock, which immediately made me think of Prometheus, the titan that gifted fire to humanity and was punished by Zeus to be chained to a rock and have an eagle eat his liver every day for eternity. But then the Oracle mentioned that one must withstand “The Titan’s Curse,” which could be another reference to Prometheus, but I don’t think so. Because in the myth, Heracles killed the eagle and freed Prometheus from his punishment, so I’m pretty sure it’s not that, but you never know. Then I remembered Annabeth and my prediction that she’s currently holding up the sky like the titan Atlas, and the Oracle said that “one must withstand.” Admittedly, my knowledge of Atlas and his mythos is shaky at best, and I don't remember him ever having a "curse", but I guess holding up the entire sky is about as "cursed" as it's possible to be. And the Oracle saying that “one must withstand” makes me think that something happened to Atlas, so now someone needs to hold the sky in his place or else the sky will collapse to the earth and the world will end, or something like that. So that’s my prediction, that someone will need to hold up the sky in Atlas’s place for the rest of, well, forever. I don’t have a guess as to who it could be, though.
Also, someone is apparently going to die. And be killed by their god parent. Awesome… Super looking forward to that inevitable heartbreak… I hope it’s not either of the di Angelo kids, but they’re both new characters, and I know Nico becomes more important later (purely by accident and through pop culture osmosis), and since I had no idea that Biance even existed until I started reading this book, I am terrified that that means Bianca is going to die. I pray that I am wrong.
Wow, Thalia is petty and I’m kind of living for it.
I love that the Stoll brothers are basically Greek Fred and George Weasley.
Wow, Zoë’s kind of a bitch. She won’t travel with Percy because he’s a boy, and apparently Grover doesn’t count as a boy because he’s a satyr. Super fucked up.
You know, Artemis did have male Hunters. It didn’t happen often in the mythology, but there was a pretty famous male Hunter of Artemis named Hippolytus. The thing about Artemis’s Hunters isn’t that men weren’t allowed to be Hunters, it’s just that men typically didn’t choose to be Hunters, because one of the reasons why Artemis’s Hunters joined her in the first place is because Artemis protected the women in her care from the sexist constraints placed on them by Greek society at the time. The reason why men didn’t typically become Hunters is because they didn’t need the same kind of protection and escape from Greek society that women did. And Artemis didn’t hate men on principal, she hated the fact that men were the ones who used their positions of power to discriminate against and abuse the women in their society.
Aww. Grover’s such a sweetheart.
I love Sally.
Percy has so many damn Dreams™ and nightmares I have to wonder if this kid ever sleeps.
Apparently Percy knows the names of the pegasi, which is adorable to me. And this one is apparently Blackjack, which is a great name for a horse.
Aww, I want a baby serpent cow.
Aww, Nico. He's precious and I love him. Protect this child at all costs
Oh, I know about Ariadne. Theseus ditched her on an island after she helped him navigate the labyrinth and kill the minotaur. That's how she met Dionysus. I'm pretty sure they got married not too long after.
Aww, Dionysus and Ariadne are still married. That'd be kind of sweet if Dionysus wasn't such an asshole.
Yup, I know about Medea too.
Did they really just give Dionysus the Snape treatment? He hates all heroes on principle because one of them was cruel to his wife? He thinks he’s justified in harassing children because they’re training to be heroes, and he thinks that all heroes suck? Wow, dude. Get a life.
Oh, cool, Bianca’s forgetting things now. Nothing sketchy or sinister about that, I’m sure.
Is the General the titan Atlas? If my earlier theory was right, then he's gotta be.
Excuse me, teeth?! Plant them?!
Oh, wait! I think I know what that’s talking about. In Jason’s myth, he had to yoke a field with the teeth of (if memory serves) fire-breathing oxen. I don’t remember what planting the teeth did, but I’m guessing it wasn’t anything good.
HAH! Saber-toothed tiger kitties popped out
The General talks about mortals the same way I talk about fanfiction and anime
OH FUCK THE NEMEAN LION
“Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters.” Truth.
Wait… what’s going on with Bianca? There’s something fucky going on with her memory.
“‘Bianca,’ Zoë said. ‘How long ago…’ Her voice faltered.” FOR FUCK’S SAKE, RICK!
Ain’t no way this friendly homeless guy isn’t some kind of hell monster.
Oh. I stand corrected. Not a hell monster. Probably a god. The gods love disguising themselves as old people to test mortals
The Mountain of Despair. Sounds fun. I wonder if this is the mountain Prometheus was chained to, since it’s powered by titan magic and all that.
Ladon… I know that name. I recognize that, but I can’t for the life of me remember his myth or anything about him.
*in reference to one of Percy's dreams* Oh, wait. Is this Jason and Medea?
Oh, nope. It was Zoë. I figured she had some kind of bad break with a boyfriend or something, but I dismissed it at first because I figured she was too young. But I guess if she was around during ancient Greek times, that sort of thing doesn’t matter.
Oh, hey! I once visited Cloudcroft, New Mexico! It was a nice little place.
“I was never very comfortable talking one-on-one with girls anyway…” Okay, Percy, you and I both know that is a lie. Annabeth is, like, your best friend.
"'Bianca,' I said. 'That hotel you stayed at. Was it possibly called the Lotus Hotel and Casino?'" Oh no.
Seventy years?!
Oh, fuck.
99% sure Aphrodite is the one in the car.
WAIT, HOLD UP! IF BIANCA AND NICO WERE BORN MORE THAN 70 YEARS AGO, THAT MEANS THEY WERE BORN BEFORE THE BIG 3'S OATH, RIGHT?! SO DOES THAT MEAN MY THEORY ABOUT HADES BEING THEIR GOD PARENT IS RIGHT?!?!??!! OHHHHHHH, SHIIIIIITTTTT
"When she smiled at me, just for a moment she looked a little like Annabeth." AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Aphrodite is the patron goddess of shippers.
What the hell, Aphrodite, chill, lady.
"You act like it was real." Percy, this is Greek mythology. Every single star/constellation was either a person or an animal before this whole mess.
"It... it was for Nico. It was the only statue he didn't have." OH MY GOD!! ToT
"If anything happens, give that to Nico. Tell him... tell him I'm sorry." WHY??!!?!?? LITERALLY DON'T!!!!!
"Here we were in the desert. And Bianca di Angelo was gone." WHAT THE FUCK?!!??!!! WHY DO YOU HATE ME!???!!??
No, but please tell me she's not dead. The prophecy just said "lost", not dead. And there's no body, so she could still be alive. Rick hasn't killed anybody yet, Bianca cannot be the first. I refuse.
The Hesperides! That's why Ladon sounded so familiar! He was the dragon!
"'But--' Gurgle, gurgle, the naiad spoke in my mind." RICK!!!!!! FINISH YOUR GODDAMN SCENES FOR ONCE!!!!! THIS IS THE KIND OF STRESS AND ANTICIPATION THAT MAKES PEOPLE LOSE HAIR!!!!
I like that Grover, Percy and Thalia actually listened to Annabeth ramble about her special interest enough that they can just recall random facts like that. It's an adorable little friendship detail, but also fucking sad. I miss Annabeth.
Hah. "Dam". Let these kids swear. They deserve it.
"'Nah,' I said. 'Not that high.'" Aww, Percy's a good friend.
Hah. Statue fucking.
Oh no! Is Bessie the monster! No! But she's so cute!
PLEASE DON'T KILL THE BABY COW SNAKE
"'This is Atlas's mountain,' Zoë said." LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOO
"'Yes,' Zoë said bleakly. 'Atlas is my father.'" THE GAME JUST FUCKING CHANGED
*after finishing chapter 18* ......... Fuck, man.
Wait, why isn't Hades a part of the Twelve Olympians? And why haven't we heard any mention of Demeter's demigod children? I can't remember the last time the Demeter Cabin was even mentioned, if it ever was.
Well, I guess Thalia joining the Hunters is a pretty roundabout way to have the prophecy be about Percy.
"But I will be watching, Percy Jackson. I do not approve of your friendship with my daughter." Well, then you're gonna hate what happens later.
Aww. Percy and Annabeth have matching battle scars. Sort of. Still sweet.
Oh, no, Nico.... Baby.....
"It was a statue of Hades, Lord of the Dead." OH FUCKING SHIT
"A son of Hades." OH FUCKING SHIT
HOLY SHIT, PAN HAS ENTERED THE CHAT
#pjo#pjo the titan's curse#the titan's curse#percy jackson spoilers#pjo spoilers#percy jackson and the titan's curse#percy jackson#nico di angelo#pjo thalia#bianca di angelo#zoe nightshade#grover underwood#annabeth chase#percy jackson the titan's curse
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Preliminary Poll
Apollo Justice
Submission reason:
Capcom: *pats Apollo’s head* this baby can fit so many backstories in it. And when we’re done with one game we’ll ignore it for the next one!
Seriously. It feels like Apollo is just forced into whatever they need even if it makes No Sense and there is SO MUCH STUFF about him they just IGNORE. *spoilers ahead* His half sister is RIGHT THERE. He interacts with her daily since his first game and they STILL HAVENT ADDRESSED IT. EVEN THO THEIR MOM IS AROUND ANS PHOENIX KNOWS. HE IS KEEPING IT FROM HIS ADOPTED DAUGHTER. It’s so fucked up! Apollo had so much cool shit set up in his game and they just… ignore it, don’t do anything with it, and just Do Dumb Shit. I hate it.
Ruined his vibe in the transition to 3d and kept giving him new backstories. Also never let him know who his mother is.
deeply nonsensical backstories for him that came out of NOWHERE which also compromised his character development!!!!! two birds in one stone what the fuck. okay so the first game he appears in already establishes at the very least who he is and who his family is, but literally none of the succeeding games want to pick that back up it's like they looked at this deeply compelling and fucked up family tree he has going on and said "hmm no let's just do something else entirely." so they sacrificed good character backstory for like nothing and his development went down with it!!! because his motivations for the next two games just make no sense since they stem from the completely new backstories that they made up for him. it's like they didn't even plan on this since none of these backstories even seem to fit with one another, and if they do it's so awkwardly... he also just. doesn't develop anymore?? his development doesn't make sense at least. like yes there is the aftermath of his perception of trust changing due to the events of his first game, and that is shown significantly in the next two games but it's like... it's so not impactful when he "switches over to the dark side" just because of some random lamp of a character . and i dont like recalling the plot of the sixth game but he just feels so off there... despite being the "protagonist" of that game.
tl;dr the writers had a super compelling just some guy but oooh hes a bit fucked up but then proceeded to make him TOO fucked up and honestly ridiculoud and laughable for anyone to enjoy. this in turn was detrimental for his character development because his motivations just don't hit like they did in the first game
augh i wish i could say more about how aa6 in particular fucked him over (in summary he's protagonist but there are also two other protagonists?? and he essentially colonises his home country??? and by the end of the game he just makes a decision that is so not like him????) i hate this game so much none of its lore is canon to me
(also if you're gonna include any free answer submissions for propaganda may i request that you not include this one ahaha this is just purely unrefined ranting. you're welcome to use my answer for the optional free answer question though!!! thank you pollmaker i love you)
Man with 8 backstories. Literally they just keep giving him more backstories. What the fuck is happening
Propaganda:
capcom literally hates him so bad. by aa7 they're going to tell me he actually died once as a kid and came back wrong and he only finds this out because he meets another completely boring lamp of a childhood friend or something. and by then i will start killing
We want Apollo Justice 2 >:c
#look how they massacred them poll#look how they massacred my boy#ace attorney#apollo justice#ace attorney apollo justice
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Some LO opinions/thoughts I would like to dump here
DISCLAIMER : I am strictly going to be talking about LO for what it is, I don’t really care what the myths are about because as far as I know there are many versions of every single God/people. You don’t have to agree or disagree with this but that is all.
1 ) Persephone is an interesting character and I don’t think she is a Mary sue, that just comes off as misogynistic when people say it.
2 ) Regarding the Perse-Hades-Minthe love triangle thing, I don’t think Minthe had any right to get jealous over Hades liking Perse considering she was sleeping with Thantanos. From the sounds of it they had an open relationship, she only wanted it closed off when she saw hades could also benefit from that.
3 ) I do not like Minthe’s character arc ending. I think we should have got to see her and perse interact more after she was changed back into a nymph and more of her time in the mortal realm. Her ending should have been her gaining female friendships that were based on respect and not toxic, that way her ending the friendship with Thetis would have felt more impactful.
4 ) Demeter has not acted out of character in her recent chapters. This was built up from the very beginning, and her relationship to perse is very nuanced which is why we see it is such a struggle for them to see eye to eye. Demeter is not an antagonist, she is very clearly morally grey in this, just like most of the characters in the story.
5 ) Apollo raped perse. Simple as, there is no denying this.
6 ) Perse is allowed to have sexuality and not be repulsed by sex.
7 ) The story was always going to be Hades and Perse getting together so coming into the story and complaining about them being together makes no sense. If you want a story that demonises the relationship go look somewhere else, it is annoying at this point.
8 ) The art was more interesting in season 1 and the first half of season 2. Not to say I don’t like it now but I liked the previous style more to the one we have now. I also like the colours better previously.
9 ) Hades backstory and trauma is very looked over by the fandom and almost every critique of him ignores it or treats him as if he does not have trauma. I think can be boiled down to people still not understanding men can be abused (I’m looking at the minthe stans who defend her verbally and physically abusing him).
10 ) Back to minthe, I think she deserved to get turned into the plant. Girlie fucked around and found out.
11 ) I do not think everything about LO is perfect and there are things to be critical about but if you’re making entire accounts dedicated to it and just straight up making fun of, accusing RS of crimes and overall clearly showing feral dislike of the series, please consider stop reading LO, it’s not healthy to obsess over things that clearly make you unhappy.
12) final opinion of the day is :
Demeter deserved to be queen of the mortal realm, hades is a cunt for denying her that.
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