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midnight secrets | luke castellan
pairing : luke castellan x nyx!reader
request: can you write about luke and a daughter of nyx? <33
IN WHICH — he knows only one true thing: you put all the stars to shame.
"now I just wanna stay here and fall into midnight. Want nobody else now, only you, feel right" - a.
w.c. 1.9k
warning(s) : soft ゜✭・.
✩ ‧₊˚ author's note can you tell when I was younger I had fallen in love with the night and the idea of it? cuz I did. very much so, I'd say. also water, always loved the concept of it--the fragility and softness of it, like a balm against my skin.
long, long ago you learned of the sea of stars and their stories, from which rose their beginning and end. the stars were beings of heat and fire; they were beautifully mortal and alive.
they danced upon the domain of zeus; showering the sky with lights when night fell and befitting the world with their glow.
but as the sands of time bade the next and the corners of the sky dulled, the toll of living and breathing became too much. and so in the vast space of nothingness among the empty silence, the stars took on the duty of protecting a human and god: following where they might go, to every lifetime and universe as if they could erase the tragedy of the divine that swam through their blood.
and when each stars’ child died and their soul followed its ache to finally rest, the star would fall out of the sky in a blazing trail of destruction and divinity to taste freedom one last time and meet them in the next life.
there had been something raw and gruesomely alive about the stars when you learned of the story and so everyday, you’d trapeze the mortal line between night and sleep to watch them in absolution. you yearned to find an answer as to why? why would such immortal and imposing celestial beings like the stars willingly ruin themselves for us humans, for us beings that hungered for war and found pain like a symphony?
you learned your answer when you met luke castellan, your own tragic star who would follow you when the blood of the gods stopped flowing through your veins and your existence came to its calamitous end.
you had spent most of your life curiously confused as if there was something missing that made you feel broken; a piece of the puzzle that made drizzles seem like hurricanes and everything seem like an unsolvable mystery, constantly itching at your skin as if you just needed to pull back the layers and scratch.
and then, one day it stopped.
the buzzling in your head faded and you seem to finally just be.
luke castellan was the rain before the storm, the pain before the raw scream; every fatal, holy thing that meant absolution and destruction in the same manner. a price you were willing to pay if it meant loving him.
and you did–love him that is. every part of you ached with love for your golden boy who had weathered storms like they were his prison and had wanted like it was a fatal wound that might never heal.
you first met the golden castellan boy nearly a year after coming to camp where you were claimed to be a child of the night and stars, the goddess nyx; an absolution of divinity that you would be every dark, enchanting thing he would know. you were the only thing that would allow the hurt in him to finally cease its dance and just allow him to simply be.
while the blood of the gods flowed through your veins, the peace only night could bring was your cover. it was every paceless sleep spent at the docks praying to your mother for one more star to keep its dance, it was heaven and heartbreak in the same measure.
when both man and monster fell to slumber, it was the knowing that eventually everyone would cease their dance sooner or later.
people would watch you like you were a painting come to life as the moon basked you in waves of starlight and the forest came to life in your presence. when the night grew tired of its waiting and the stars lost their way, it was you coaxing them back to life to the restlessness all beings underwent.
you were a creature of presence and peaceful destruction, misfortune and desire–every loud, unsaintly thing the brown-eyed, dimpled boy had thought.
and he was your exact opposite: bold, bright and charming like the sun. it was as if hermes had threaded gold through his veins and ichor had poured forth to create whatever celestial thing luke was. a type of burn only the sun could bring when you went off to your death.
the night had settled upon the camp long ago and so nothing but the loudness of silence and pensive dreams continued its echo. except for the child of the night and her sun who seem to find balance between the bumbling and the glow of the soft moon.
luke grabbed your hand and threaded his fingers, clutching you tightly as if you’d disappear with the breeze and never return.
he guided you to the docks where the river reflected back the divinity of the night sky and lapped gentle waves against the shore. you sat side by side, silently basking in the quiet.
breaking the silence, he asked, “what’s wrong?”
what was wrong? you didn’t quiet know. there was just a sort of cloak of discomfort that had settled over you that you couldn’t seem to shake off.
“do you ever wonder what’ll happen next?”
you settled his hand in your lap and grabbed it like it was a lifeline, tethering your aching body back to the living when all you wanted was to fade. he only rubbed the back of your knuckle, soothing the skin and the bone-deep itch all at once.
you turn to gaze at him, and suddenly you were jealous of the moon and how it shined so beautifully on him like it was made for him to bask under.
he turns to look at you, “before no. now…every moment, i begin to think what makes us so different from humans that we suffer tragedy while they can live how they please and without the cruelty of the gods. I think about what will happen when i finally pass on from this life to wherever my soul may go.”
you don’t think you could handle leaving this world after him. it was a type of pain that would kill you inside out, you decided. you knew it.
there is vulnerability in him that speaks out, “and then i dream that none of that matters because someday you and i make it out of here. out of this place and away from gods and monsters.”
you only grab his other hand and the one you currently have trapped and place a kiss upon each of the palms, embedding all the affection you have for him in that moment. it is something so humanely lived that the world stops moving and the gods see a love for the ages.
he plucks you up from his side and merely places you in his lap, wrapping you tightly in arms like there is no war spreading and reaching it’s claws from the horizon toward the two of you.
you simply close your eyes, soaking in the boy who's holding you like you are a divine being.
“open your eyes and show me the stars, pretty girl.”
all he can think is the moon and stars, which you've fallen in love with so many times has nothing against you. and suddenly your staring the biggest star in the face, wondering if in another life you were the moon and he was the sun king.
but when he kisses you, you realize no. he is simply the star that will follow you when your bodies turn to ash, being picked up by the breeze. and there is only the secret that luke castellan would allow himself a thousand years of destruction if it meant following you where ever you go.
you two are simply a star and his love.
#luke castellan#some poetic shit here#im doing mind games with yall#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo fandom#pjo series#luke castellan x reader#percy jackson show#annabeth chase#luke x reader#luke pjo#pjo x reader#pjo tv show#percy jackson x reader#percabeth#sun and moon myth#greek mythology#percy jackson series
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deceased. gone. dead. he is insane for this
#what was the reason#this is some poetic shit right here#i fucking love them#nacko jordan my beloved#SJSKFHRIWKDBWLIE#nace jordan#jan peteh#jance#janace#joker out#they are fighting on the side of allegations and winning
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the fact that sco's watching blake through the window when blake's standing in the yard in the very spot where sco watches him get stabbed to death. sco is unable to reach him in the yard (unable to help). all he can do is watch
#len's meta#this is kind of incoherent but i'm too exhausted to actually explain my scattered thoughts better than this#and yes i'm overanalyzing a patch of dirt LEAVE ME ALONE!!!#you know a movie's good when ur willing to genuinely wax poetic about some dirt. i'd die of enbarrasment if the film wasn't a masterpiece#but it IS! so even though im kinda pepe silviaing it up in here i feel like its an intelligent enough film 2 give me room 2 spitball abt#the complexities of it without the major cognitive dissonance i get from analyzing some of my beloved trash films this intensely#like. you cannot pull this shit with the mummy. i love it to pieces and it has a solid plot and it knows exactly what it's doing but i'm#not abt to go off abt the poetic nature of the sand in imhotep's asscrack. it's not that deep#1917 meta#1917#1917 (2019)#1917 movie#1917 film#will schofield#william schofield#lance corporal schofield#tom blake#thomas blake#lance corporal blake
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idk how to even like. put this pain into words and i would normally vent about this shit on twitter, but the person its about follows me on there so like. anybody have skills for coping with the crushing realization that the person u love most in this world and have built ur life around sees ur current situation together as a temporary hurdle that's preventing them from their truest and happiest self which. is separate from u entirely? anyone know how to deal with this?
#live with my best friend in the whole entire world who. honest to god makes me the happiest person alive.#like im always waxing poetic about her in the tags on posts about platonic love#and i talk about her like she put the stars in the skies because for real it feels like she did for me#she is. the most important person in my life#and every day i feel grateful just to come home and sit with her#like honest to god i cannot imagine a future that is better than this#if i have a bad day i get to come home and my best friend in the world will make me laugh#what more could i ever ask for#but tonight we talked and she made it abundantly clear that. even if i do everything right#even if i'm the perfect roommate and the best friend i can be#in just over a year#when she's making enough money for it#she plans on moving into a place of her own#which like. makes sense for her. of course we were going to get to this point.#but i just. don't know what i'm going to do.#and it kills me that we're on different pages because for some reason i thought this was a long term thing#i thought we were going to move into a house together#i was just telling my coworker this week that we need to move into our forever home soon which was partially a joke#but also. even if i was making a million dollars a year.#i would still want to be here. with her.#or somewhere else. with her.#like it's so hard to imagine a future without her. it breaks my heart and scares the shit out of me.#and i know i can't afford it here. and i can't move in with strangers. and i'm working my dream job but i'm scared that i'm going to have t#give it all up and move back east because. i can't do this alone. and she's all i have. and all i ever wanted.#and she's leaving.#she doesn't want to be with me.#sry this is so fucking. ugh. idk. i just don't know what to do.#for real might just drop everything and move to chicago if it comes down to it ksdkfljdfs#its what sufjan would have wanted#fucked up terrible no good week
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Sometimes I'm out here sweating over trying to pick a Chinese name for an OC because it's not my primary language and then I remember that my cousin's name literally translates to "purple xiao" (a Chinese woodwind instrument) and then I cut myself a little slack
#what does the owl say#i'm not making fun of her name just to be clear lmao#i'm just over here trying to come up with some fanciful poetic shit in 2 characters#whereas i have a real life example of smth as simple as 'color' + 'object'
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The problem with Adrian Shepard (and why it's mindboggling that he lasted so long in the Alliance military) is that he can be insufferable when it comes to being told what to do. You have to tell him the "why" of it or he will immediately go into "fucking around and finding out" mode. And sometimes he'll do what he wants regardless -- they absolutely did explain why humans (a couple of other species, too, but mainly humans) have to be unconscious for relay travel*, but he didn't like the explanation (it was infuriatingly vague and tantalising in its vagueness), so he casually "forgot" to double-check with the technician to make sure they knew he was resistant to most anaesthetics and sedatives, and he received the standard dose for his first relay jump.
He caught hell from his superiors on the other side of the jump, but it was worth it. ...No it wasn't. What he got for his troubles was a wonder most people would never come close to witnessing, sure, but the ocular searing and vertigo put him out of commission for longer than he'd liked. And the visions he saw in the void of timeless spacelessness... proto-Protheans in subthalassian halls; the mercurial grinning face of his father-killer-lover; a vessel shaped like a mollusc shell in which someone that felt strangely familiar** was trapped in a pod much like his stasis chamber, only more organic; a woman shrouded in red and black (and yellow) that pinned him with a severe and knowing gaze (surely not. surely she could not see him, passing through a galaxy parallel to hers. surely not? well, why not? he was seeing her, after all. the abyss gazes back.).
Too much, for young Adrian Shepard. Maybe not worth it. Why rush? He would know it all, eventually, anyway. But you could say the same of us too, and yet, we still look.
*in Adrian's Milky Way, relay travel works on Foundation rules.
**a certain warlock who has a multiversal red-spidersilk-thread connection to Noah Kingfisher, an engineer whom Adrian will not meet until he is Commander of the Normandy -- but again, the construct of linear time did not operate in this space.
#annoyed that subthalassian isn't a word. yes i could have said ''subaquatic'' or some boring shit#but fuck you i'm invoking shakespearean privilege here. poetic license my beloved#.adrian#general oc tag
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in other news i cannot stop fucking listening to Brokenheartsville by Joe Nichols and i’m starting to annoy myself with it but. i cannot stop. it’s too good
#Seven.txt#music stuff#it’s this perfect mix of being applicable to my current taste while also being a very nostalgic song for me#‘cause i liked it when i was a kid. and i recently heard it on my father’s radio outside. and man it’s been y e a r s since i’ve heard it#why is it so addictive to me#like. you cannot make a song that opens with the lyrics-#‘He wore that cowboy hat to cover up his horns. *insert seductive guitar sounds here* Sweet-talkin’ forked tongue had a temptin’ charm.’#and expect my southern and devil-loving ass to not go fucking feral over it#even when i’m not listening to it it’s playing in my head. was analyzing the lyrics the whole time i was in the shower earlier#but what’s funny is i think i’ve listened to it so many times that i’ve developed a whole new story than the one actually being told#but like. with how much he’s supposedly upset that this guy stole his girl or whatever#which i know he’s probably just comparing some dude to the devil and not actually saying that it was the Devil Himself#but it’s so much better if u picture it as actually being the devil that’s picking up this dude’s girlfriend in a bar#but anyways given how that’s supposed to be the point. he spends so much time describing the devil and ain’t got shit to say abt his girl#like okay buddy. we know you liked his cowboy hat. we know you liked his sweet-talkin’ tongue.#we’ve heard all about the make and model of his Long and Chrome Very Red Hot Sexy Devil Car#do u not have anything to say abt ur girlfriend. are u not gonna wax poetic abt her? no? too busy admiring the Devil and his Hot Car?? yeah#we’re gathering that#like.. brother… i dunno how to tell u this but i think u might wanna fuck him a lil bit#‘Love’s gone to hell and so have I.’ yeah!! i’m gathering that!! good for u dude!! get it!!#so now the whole time i’m listening to it i’m just like. this is a love song abt the devil!#which it isn’t. but it could be!! and so that’s what i’m choosing to see it as. bc i’d feel the same way tbh#i much prefer the idea of him being pissed that he missed his chance to run away w/ the devil than being pissy over his girlfriend leaving#it’s just so much more appealing to me im sorry#also. side note. when i was a kid i thought the line was ‘that angel up in the air’ and not ‘that angel who did me in’#and i don’t know how i misheard it so badly but now i sing it wrong every fuckign time cause it’s still cemented in my head from childhood#how young was i. hold on.#oh yeah it came out in 2002. so yeah i was quite young when i heard it a lot so i think im forgiven for mishearing it so badly lmao
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new intro post
hey, my name is mare. i also go by ides, saturn, or absinthe.
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#ides.txt#yeah new pinned#had to include some old context and shit on here b/c i know some of my old mutuals are in the AA fandom#and i don't want miscommunications LOL it's still me just older and better as a person#absinthe's lesbian musings#<- for when i want to wax poetic about being queer
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It’s so funny how I’d read ppl be like “they describe season 4 as the game of thrones season be prepared >:)” and then after volume 2 I’m just…yeah they rlly lived up to that shit of a finale title didn’t they
#stranger things#stranger things spoilers#stranger things 4#Eddie Munson#st4v2#st4#will byers#i tag both him and Eddie cause I’m the most mad about them#literally my two comfort characters#for what reason are they writing such shit endings and arcs for them I will never understand#’ohhhh wills gonna be important this next season like he was supposed to be this one ooooo’#if they ever actually give him screen time that’s not him getting his heartbroken and being treated like shit#I’d actually have good skin care but here we are#fuck what they did to Eddie too#I don’t care if it was poetic or some bullshit it literally wasn’t and I don’t accept what they did with that shit ass so called redemption#I use my tags as a personal diary now as my friends aren’t caught up I need to spam to the wall
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Sorry I love it when character who are not and literally would not ever be romantically interested in each other have a weird deep instrisic connection that seems romantically flavoured. As is it’s my fault
#some shit#also sorry this phrase is my current way of expressiing anything -> not ending that sentence#obvs ofc i also like weird intrisic romantic shit yall know the vibe here#and in canon thats left vague for orientations or other incompatiblity. ill go either way#but. just. the gay man and the lesbian. aspecs. people that just arent eachothers types.people already spoken for and not poly. whatever#just rubbing my hands together like oohoh they mean so mchb to eachother theh have symbolism its poetic its weeping and grand. and they#ARENT in romantic love. they literally CANT BE. eat it up#this was in the drafts so seems like a great time to post it actually#disclaimering that i dont think other aspecs of anyone has to like this stuff just that I DO#okay okay
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me thinking about caves
#brot posts#cave posting#SERIOUSLY its so. shakes my fist#millions of years of being carved out by water#the trillions of random movements of water molecules culminating in these epic cave systems#their beauty is … not a conventional kind#but caves are just so. wonderful bc they represent just like. the Random yet Absolute power of nature#as in like. its not the decision of some god saying. yeah make these random fucking cracks in the earrh#its just water and tiny movements adding up over time#theres no grand design or any conscious decision#and yet. here it is. look at this shit !!#i think if you wanna wax poetic about mother earth and all that. you must also acknowledge caves#not just forests and plains etc but caves. are like the rawest form of the earth itself i think#these miniscule little cracks in the surface of the crust#so small in the grand scheme of the planet as a whole yet theyre each so individually interesting#the complex shapes. the lifeforms that call them their home#… the lifeforms that meander down there just for a quick visit#incomprehensible amount of rock above you. even more incomprehensible amount of rock below you#squeezed in the gentle hands of the earth itself …..#finding yourself pressed in the space between her palms…
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The lute in the promo shot has a different design and different wood/varnish, so it's likely to be a new one!
ah you’re right. at least he gets a lute back!
#there’s some kind of poetic shit here#he lost *filavandrels* lute bc he always considered it the elf kings and not his own#like he used someone else’s lute to write songs about things not necessarily true#but now#now he’s given this new lute#and it’s his!#not someone else’s trash! just his!#(i’m gonna pretend the lady magicked it there idk)#and now he’s gonna use *his* lute to tell true stories#stories that actually mean something#no offense jaskier#idk what i’m saying#asks
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see i’m above the law bc my superior mindset (which realistically i’m sure is not uncommon) is that while davekat are the endgame couple, johndave are the beginning. they’re the foundation of it all.
(there is hella ramble under this cut man. i’m getting emotional about pixelated boys again.)
so as we all know, we start the webcomic with dave already having a crush on john. maybe he doesn’t even know it yet, maybe he does, but ultimately john is dave’s first real life gay crush and dave is john’s too but his takes a while to form. yknow i hear a boat with only ur sister and nicholas cage for three years is a great way to end up pondering the homoerotic undertones of ur closest friendship.
i don’t know if they even actually date, i can see them being just like an unlabelled kinda experimental thing, hidden away in a corner on the meteor somewhere having this vulnerable moment together of soft touches and racing heartbeats and just getting to explore themselves and their feelings in the safety and security of each other, and they don’t really know what they are they’re just them, this is just how it was meant to be with them. it’s awkward and vulnerable and stupid and soft and dorky, but eventually just very natural and normal. still mostly behind closed doors but it’s not like no one can tell there’s something there lmao.
and eventually they decide they just wanna be friends again and there’s some grief and heartbreak but when they come out the other side of that they’re closer than ever. they’re more like moirails in my eyes but they don’t call it that bc be fr both of them would rather die than let karkat win. by this point everyone knows, no one cares ofc they’re in fucking space with grey aliens who has time for homophobia. probably eridan but he actually probably is the only one who doesn’t know. i can’t see him caring enough about them to notice.
then ofc when dave realises his feelings for karkat john is his shoulder to lean on dealing with that, and when john starts thinking about june dave wouldn’t breathe a word of it to anyone until she’s ready.
#waxing fucking slam poetic over here#it might be my extensive experience covering up gay crushes but i’m getting major covering up a gay crush vibes from 13 y/o dave#yes i am deliberately skirting around jade#i love her dearly i really do but my deep dark secret is that i hate davejade more than almost any other ship#excluding the incest ones bc those have permanent top rank#on my list of most hated ships that is#that was poorly worded. i dislike the incest to be perfectly clear#even more than how much i dislike davejade. but not tooooo much more.#they really are just so sister and brother like ewwww yknow even if they’re not actually related like they’re Siblings#i haven’t finished the epilogues i know some shit happens between them n like. i’ll accept it happened but i’ll be mega grossed reading it#like they feel so related in my brain like that’s incest homie gross bro#i’ve never seen the chemistry#not in a romantic sense
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Had some very weird and nasty dreams?? Where for starters for some reason I went to a movie or theater performance or whatever in which the god(ess) of death and god(ess) of sleep were a couple, I think it was a tragic romance film. One of them was male one of them was female, I just can't remember which, but nobody else in the story wanted them together lol
AND THEN I was in it????? I was the female character??? But then I encountered somebody who killed people for fun, including one of my friends. Just cut off her head clean from her body. And I was screaming and then the person was like omg chill here look, and then her head was back on her shoulders, all that was different was there was scar tissue in her neck now. It was so fucking weird I was like wait who's side are you on?? The male character wasn't even in there anymore it was just me, my friend and this random killer npc idk
There was more, like the brother of the killer showing up who ran all the way to Mexico because I was in the mood for taquitos (??????) and came back in a matter of seconds like ok sonic the hedgehog. But I guess that was the gist of it
Anyway all of this to say that as soon as I woke up I was like "OH MY GOD. PERSEPHONE IS THE GODDESS OF SPRING BECAUSE IT'S REBIRTH" and promptly fell back into slumber
#i guess. i guess rebirth is the theme here??#like. death and sleep being a couple feels too pointed#you die every night and come back to life in the morning or some other poetic shit idk i'm still groggy#and then my friends head getting divorced from her body and then remarried#that is very on the nose#guess im back to gory nightmares after all 💞 yay 💞#rolo posts#ok but weirdest part full disclosure was that the simpsons style showed up at one point in my dream#no warning it was just the simpsons for a while as i fled from The Killer
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Bruce saying that one of the reasons he took Jason in is that he was an angry kid makes no fucking sense. Unless I somehow skipped an issue without realizing, at that point Jason has been angry only during the two-face case, which is a perfectly justified reason, compounded by the fact that Bruce is hiding shit from him, and happens well after Jason's been adopted. When they first meet Jason is wary of being hurt and distristful of the system, and also unsure on whether or not Batman will care about what he says, which are all very reasonable concerns. Other than that Jason is a perfectly happy kid. So either Bruce is doing some hardcore unfounded projecting of his own traumas, or he's playing into classist stereotypes from the get go, which would go against his whole redemption thing
#or that's what I got from his 'talk' with Dick#during which he was a massive bitch#oh I turned you away but then I missed you because I'm a lonely loser#so I adopted a kid and put him in danger because I needed emotional support#while you roamed on your own#but could you leave now? having you here makes me upset#that's literally what he says about the whole thing#I just took some poetic license with the wording#before I got into this shit I saw meta posts that went#oh Bruce was a good dad before his abusive tendencies are just from the modern gritty comics#well I can say he certainly is A dad#but I doubt I'd call him good
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yknow the scary thing about fnaf isn;'t even the jumpscares just the concept of something inanimate and unfeeling getting combined with something so horribly, incompatibly human to the point where the shell it inhabits becomes a cage, this getting done to the main antagonist in a more violent fashion as a means of revenge AND the fact that this gets REVERSED in sister location, the "cage" becoming a means of freedom. it's cool and unsettling as hell. I love you fucked up robots <3
#its some poetic shit. idk#meowdy!#I. have feelings on games post pizza sim... gah#wow didnt think I'd be posting fnaf analysis of all things today but. here we go ig
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