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I refuse to let go of the headcanon that the Titan Army had kareoke nights
#cant think which is funnier#Luke organizing it#Kruke (Kronos!Luke) organizing it#or Kruke allowing it to happen#pjo#wolffox speaks#pjo Titan Army#Titan army#Hamilton songs got banned#titan army#pjo TA#Luke Castellan#pjo kronos#kronos pjo
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#star wars#star wars memes#star wars text posts#luke skywalker#darth vader#emperor palpatine#return of the jedi#i could fix him meme#organic home grown content#the force is strong with this post#100 tier#1000 tier
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me personally. i wouldn't have gone after all the olympians at once. you're biting off more than you can chew here. all you would need to do is take each olympian out one by one. and then convince demigods that once enough people stop believing in a diety, that diety ceases to exist. which is not a lie. and you could use the death of pan to back yourself up. sure, you'd be in it for the long haul. but chess isn't meant to be a quick game.
#sometimes i identify the faults in kronos's plan and think of how i'd do a much better job#kronos did not need to summon an army in five years time#all he needed to do was allow luke monologue about how the gods will be their own undoing#and let luke pretend to almost kill percy in tlt#and then watch as the gods continue to prove luke right through using percy and his friends as pawns#and the gods would have been too caught up in their hubris to realize what was happening#let the gods destroy themselves#and the distrut will grown organically#had they been just a little more patient#this could have worked#albiet it is immoral so...there's that i guess😒😒#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo text post#pjo#pjo headcanon#revolt against the gods#the battle of manhattan#i'd call it “the downfall of olympus” lol#if i had a nickel for everytime i thought of a better plan than kronos#i'd have two nickels#gods what does that say about me?
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luke hughes at wjc 2022 2.0, via a deleted thomas bordeleau tiktok
#2022 23 season#video#wjc 2022 2.0#luke hughes#mackie samoskevich#thomas bordeleau#jacob truscott#upcoming tags are for visibility and not organization#matthew knies#brock faber#red savage
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the secrets of Misthallery
#professor layton#PL4Day#professor layton and the last specter#professor layton and the spectre's Call#last specter spoilers#spectre's call spoilers#teenytinyart#luke triton#emmy altava#hershel layton#this was an endeavour. idea sounded easier in my head but this was so much fun to do skdfjahsfasd#last specter my beloved... my fav prequel game by a mile#ok tagging for organization#clark triton#tony barde#doland noble#jean descole#raymond pl#the black raven#brenda triton#arianna barde#loosha
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wind-sage replied to this post:
it is a really fun compare and contrast between Leia I am FULLY an Organa and Luke I am a Skywalker. Neither is Wrong, just important to respect the others choice with it.
Yes, I agree! Their experiences and identities wrt the family members who raised them are often framed as equivalent, but in the OT, they really do seem to relate to each of their families in very different ways.
Leia is not indifferent to her biological parents; she has a tie to Padmé through the Force that lingers with her and matters to her, and it's very upsetting for Leia to find out her natural father is Darth Vader. But the Organas are no less her parents for that. To Leia, "my father" means Bail Organa as much as it invariably means Anakin Skywalker to Luke. She is Bail and Breha's daughter and heir in every way that matters, the princess of Alderaan to her fingertips. Even her blood relationship to Luke only reinforces the close friendship that already exists between them, and would probably matter much less to her without the pre-existing relationship and accompanying Force bond.
But all suggestion in the OT is that Luke was raised as a beloved nephew with his father's and grandmother's name, not a son in the way Leia is a daughter. And it's a potentially dangerous name, at that, which only reinforces the importance in that family situation of honoring Anakin and Shmi in how Luke was brought up to think of himself. Luke's powerful consciousness of himself as Anakin's son doesn't seem just his own thing or conflict at all with how Owen and Beru talk about Luke's tie to Anakin, but rather, reflects it— they say "your father" or "his father" to refer to Anakin and are extremely aware of Luke's legacy from Anakin (and presumably Shmi).
The fostering of a relative's child within the family can often be complex in that way, even IRL, so this isn't even improbable. And given that Owen is Luke's uncle because Owen's father bought and then freed and married Luke's grandmother who died horribly later on, it's not surprising that they would have qualms about erasing the Skywalker history or that the general family dynamic might be a bit more fraught. Luke pretty emphatically does not see Beru as his mother, despite his affection for her; he refers to Padmé as Leia's "real mother" and adds "I have no memory of my mother. I never knew her"—clearly he can only mean Padmé. It seems to me that he's digging for information about Padmé because her absence represents a different kind of loss for him than it does for Leia herself.
And yeah, I could see the disparity in their experiences being something they have to navigate later on, but ultimately the only way to fully reconcile that, IMO, is for them to realize that their family dynamics and sense of legacy were fundamentally not the same and they're not going to relate to their parents the same ways.
#fandom seems to desperately want any and all adoptive scenarios to be an exact copy-paste of generic nuclear bio families#caretakers or guardians MUST be parents and the adoptees MUST relate exactly as they would if their guardians were their natural parents#but the reality can be a lot more complex and variable for both but especially adoptive families#some of the difference between luke and leia's experiences may well be produced by leia being retconned into luke's twin but#the disparity is still there in how they talk about family in rotj so i think some is simply organic to the story and characters and histor#and the further prequel backstory makes this entirely understandable so... a long way of saying i agree#wind sage#respuestas#the skywalker twins#luke skywalker#leia organa#etc#sw fanwank#star wars#anghraine's rants#long post#anghraine's meta
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detective sherluke is on the case!
#tears of themis#luke pearce#yes tagging my cosplay with official tags because i want attention. gimme#anyhoo will be wearing this cosplay out to the SherLuke Day CSE organized by LukeEventsPH on twt!! if ur also going come say hi!#it me
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imagine being luke hughes. you're 20 years old and you (probably) wanna go party with your friends at college for your one break in the whole damn year. then you see you're in the top 15 of all-star voting bc ppl want you to be with your fuckass brothers who you hang out with all the time anyway, one of whom you LIVE with.
that being said vote luke hughes. if for nothing else the content.
#hughes brothers#luke hughes#if jack is still injured idc if he goes or not tbh but i will continue voting#nhl all star game#just came across a screenshot of this post organically on twitter... ive made it folks
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early ta designs as promised :)
#veero's art#my art#i have. so many ideas for them#with scar placement and everything raaah#ethan luke and silena have all their stuff on their left side#(for silena it's a mole until she gets killed by the drakon)#because they all canonically die...yay#also because the left side was historically thought of as more “evil” and all that#meanwhile alabaster and chris has scars on their right side#because they're the only ones who survive the war#chris's scar is from the labyrinth and right under his eye#maybe in other battles it keeps reopening until it resembles luke#<- toying with that idea#also alabaster is south asian (figuring out what specifically)#chris is mexican#and silena is filipino (and also french i guess???)#i will make an actually organized post for all of this once i get full body/face designs done#luke castellan#ethan nakamura#alabaster c torrington#alabaster torrington#silena beauregard#chris rodriguez#percy jackson#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#titan army#pjo fanart#oh and ethan is transmasc
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Tales of Arcadia - Lost
A little recapture!AU for your palate. Have you ever wondered what Shepard had planned to happen in the first chapter? Well, the more you know...
CW: stalking, manipulation, kidnapping, noncon drugging
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The bass nearly deafened all other noise surrounding them. Horrible, just horrible, Lukas wished they rather had stayed at home. But no. No, Ben practically begged to go out into the screaming masses and work off his little spring fever while electronic beats assaulted Lukas' eardrums from every direction.
The redhead Ben so desperately tried to impress, surprisingly charmed by this huge klutz of a brother, only laughed sweetly.
Good for him, Lukas thought, and hoped Ben would remember that he was allowed one single drink tonight.
The last thing I need is-
Someone bumped against his shoulder from behind, nearly throwing Lukas to the ground. As quickly as they appeared, the person was swallowed up by the sea of colorful dancing shapes.
-him getting alcohol poisoning.
Squinting through the flashing lights, his lovestruck brother was visible to everyone as his companion stepped closer to dance, if this spastic twitching could even be called that.
Everything was too loud, too embarrassing - Lukas could only suffer through this farce in short laps. Not a flicker of patience in sight, he quickly gave his roommate's shoulder a few hard slaps, guiding the attention away from this doomed mating dance: "I'm going to get some air."
"Huh?" Avery screamed, too amused or disinterested to care.
Lukas just shrugged and squeezed through the mass towards the exit, suffering unknown skin rubbing against his, letting sweat soak into his clothes. Quickly swallowing down his urge to gag, he finally rushed through the side door, and took in a few gulps of the crisp night air.
Days ago, they had agreed for Ben to try his luck on campus or a local bar, but Avery - who else - brought up the bright idea to drag them to a club in the back of beyond.
The damp touches still clung to him, as did the drums inside his ears. He should have stayed home. No matter how unsuccessful Ben's efforts were tonight, in the future he was free to run around town on his own.
Walking through the parking lot, step by step away from the packed circus, Lukas passed more cars than people. The bushes separating concrete from the short piece of woodland next to the industrial district invited him with the dark peace he needed so badly.
Fingers twisting into each other with painful pressure, he simply hummed, a sound to drown out all others. He rubbed his shirt across every inch touched by others, friction cleansing him from the tacky prickling on his skin. With every step away from the building, breathing came naturally to him again.
The night was cold, and now, Lukas was too.
Great. Thank you, guys.
How long would it all take? The flirting and the chatting and the groping and whatever else they were here for; his insistence on keeping Avery and Ben apart came back to bite him in the ass.
Nobody was left to blame but himself.
I want to go home. The hum in his throat turned into annoyed hissing. The sooner, the better.
Busy walking circles on the forest floor and holding any remaining warmth inside him, Lukas suddenly felt a jacket drape over his shoulders from behind. He jumped a little, then huffed. Sometimes Avery couldn't help but act like a mother hen, despite his dismissive way.
"I'm fine, you could've stayed inside."
Silence. Lukas awkwardly hoped that his nagging didn't ruin Avery's mood: "Can we go home soon?"
"If you like to," an all-too familiar voice responded.
The air had shifted in a heartbeat, and with a chill on his skin no longer caused by the temperature, Lukas slowly turned around to meet his visitor. In the shine of a lonely streetlight, his father studied him intently.
Too close for comfort, yet still a good distance away from being eye to eye...
Lukas stumbled back. In his head, hundreds of questions with no answers in sight merged into an unstoppable maelstrom of dread that threatened to let him freeze up.
Despite the state of shock, Shepard didn't come closer. His son's troubled expression caught him like a slap to the face.
"What are you doing here?" Lukas finally gasped.
"Oh, you know my love for..." The old man squinted at the sign leading lost visitors back to the club, "...electronic dubstep."
No quips could lighten his mood at all, the demand getting even louder: "What do you want?"
"Two years, Luke. After two years, that's the first thing you ask me?"
Ben, that fucking idiot; who else could have brought him here? The older brother cursed himself and everyone around for not being careful enough. All these extra steps I took, and what for?
"You look like you've seen a ghost," Shepard mused, strangely sorrowful, "I only want to talk."
"I have nothing to say." The day for his vindication had arrived, yet any words of defense were caught in the throat of the prodigal son. As if he owed that man anything!
What he owed himself was quickly realized: taking big steps back to reach the parking lot, Lukas squeezed through rows of cars. The entrance to the club still felt miles away. Avery; he needed to get back inside so Avery could get this whole chaos settled.
"Why?" his father called out behind him and pursued, "Please, tell me why."
"Do you really want to do this right now?"
"What happened? Did I do something wrong?"
If he did-
Shock turned into rage quicker than Lukas could have ever expected from himself: "Are you fucking serious, where do I even start?"
"Just start, I'm listening."
"First of all," Lukas whipped around and came to an indignant halt, "you look insane."
He had always hated the creepy farmer look that hid the man who once was the center of his whole world, the specifically procured aesthetic for everyone who had joined them on their homestead.
His father sheepishly peeked down to his jeans and flannel; sure, it had been a rough couple of months, maybe he let himself go a bit more than usual...
All other reasons Lukas had neatly listed in his head bubbled out of him in a fountain set free:
"Second of all, I hate staying with these screwed-up hippies. I hate living on a field, I hate that whole thing you opened up my home to, ripping these idiots off for their last cents."
"Who gets ripped off?" Either he played dumb, or started to buy his own bullshit. No matter which way, Shepard hadn't changed a bit.
"Everyone who sets a foot on there, everyone who buys only one of your words, you fucking liar."
"Language, dear." Shepard watched him mumble and hiss in response, pacing on the spot, and wondered since when his boy had concerns for strangers. "They are happy."
"Exactly," he huffed, "that's the worst thing about it!"
"So how am I ripping them off then?"
Luke kicked a stone against a truck's tire, so hard it ricocheted off to skim a layer of varnish on the unlucky car next to it.
"You loved our remote living. No school, little traffic-"
"Yeah, when I was three years old!" Lukas yelled and threw his hand up in frustration. Like always, he preached common sense to a wall. "I'm not anymore, as you can see and as I've told you many, many times. But somehow you still don't get it, not even right now."
"I'm sorry, Luke, I don't want to argue with you." Shepard looked around and sighed, like he didn't just ask for this thorough lecture, hoping to shift the discussion in a more friendly direction: "How's Ben doing?"
Fantastic. Getting plastered, dancing, ruining the life I built.
"What do I know? I left him with you." Left him because I thought he was safe, you psycho. And if he sees you here, he's not safe anymore. None of us are.
Pensively watching him like Shepard spotted a rare bird in the wild, Lukas realized this back and forth got him nothing but wasted time. His father needed to get off their backs. Fast.
Despite his gall, Lukas felt powerless: physically he couldn't get very far, he had never been a good runner. And undoubtedly, his father wouldn't take another "No" serious enough and leave it at that for tonight.
Damn it. To slip away from this ghost of the past, to get all three of them home in one piece, to avoid a family discussion in the dark cold, Lukas needed to entertain this poor attempt at reconciliation.
"I don't want to argue with you either," he finally murmured, somehow trying to spin it like it wasn't Shepard alone that drove him away.
"That's good. But if you won't tell me, I need to ask again: Why?"
Why should I have stayed, Luke loved to ask back, but a firm bite on his tongue stopped his spite.
"I just wanted to be on my own. Not with these people."
His father looked like he was near tears: "Then why didn't you tell me?"
"I did, every day. And you. Didn't. Listen!" he spit through clenched teeth.
Not that it mattered. Lukas had a hunch about what happened in his absence, and of everything Ben told, he already heard enough. The three of them were long past family breakfast in the camper, like all those years ago.
Wrapping the jacket closer around himself - because he was cold, no other reason - he frantically thought of his next move. Maybe Avery had the mercy to come out here soon, or anybody else for that matter. Hidden between the cars, Lukas wished to be back in the crowd, invisible to the man in front of him.
As his father took a step towards him, Lukas flinched back. Hurt flit across Shepard's face, halting him on the spot and silence spread out again, both men unsure of what to say next.
"Would you..." His father's fingers fiddled with a set of car keys, "Can you imagine sitting down with me for a bit? We can go to a café or somewhere that is not a parking lot. And we could talk."
"I'm not going back there."
Time stood still, as did the broken family.
"You didn't change a bit, Lukas. Always so perceptive, I shouldn't be surprised you wanted to be independent sooner or later, hmm?"
His son shrugged wordlessly.
"When you say you never want to see these people again, does that include me?"
Yes, Lukas lied to himself. I don't miss you.
In fact, he missed Dad, the man always by his side and ready to be here for him. The only person who understood why the world as it was often felt too overwhelming for Lukas to live in, a man who never called him difficult, even if he was.
Nevertheless, he couldn't admit it to himself. So Lukas said nothing.
"I think of you," Shepard confessed, helpless against his son's silent treatment, "every single day."
Biting his quivering lip, Lukas let all his anger and sadness flow together: "You can't just come here and expect me to play along, it messes everything up!"
Would he be furious with Ben? With Avery, even? Anxious thoughts caught up to him, now jittery again and trudging on the spot.
"I'm sorry, Luke," the old man said and took a step back again, "I don't want to scare you. Ever."
This doesn't change anything, get a grip! It's good that I left, it's good that Ben followed.
"I'm not going back," he growled.
To this, his father only nodded, as if slowly digesting his answer.
"Okay."
"I'm not."
"I understand, it's okay." The gentle tone in his voice resonated with hurt, and this time, Lukas believed him. "I need to know that you're doing well. Are you?"
Shaking in the breeze, grinding his teeth and thinking of the many hours he slaved away his life at the sink of a rundown restaurant, the son couldn't be as truthful as he would like to be: "Yes, I am."
"That's good to hear," Shepard exhaled deeply, like a great burden was lifted from his shoulders, "I'm so glad."
Awkwardly, Lukas rubbed his soles into the asphalt. Shepard took the bait without any problem, but leaving itself was not the only sin he committed during his trip to Atlanta.
"Are you mad?"
Shepard stood much closer now, rows of cars surrounding the pair at all sides. He blinked, then glanced back questioningly.
"Because of the money." Lukas explained, "I don't have it anymore."
The bit of seed capital he took from the collective register; five thousand dollars, to be exact. A missing sum his father surely had to explain to the residents... And still, for the first time in years, Lukas saw his father smile - more amused than happy.
"No, no. Impressed, you could say, I really didn't see that coming."
His son gazed up, the same amber eyes as the old man, framed by Claire's features: "What about Birdie?"
"Oh, you know her. Don't get me started."
Good! I hope that bitch had an aneurysm.
Lukas' smirk quickly gave way to another beat of silence as he zipped the jacket around his shoulders open and close, still uneasy: "What happens now?"
"I have no idea, Luke," his father sighed somberly, "But maybe you could give me a chance to come back into your life again."
"Well..." Perhaps I can visit you, once a month or so. Lukas quickly shook this thought away. Thank goodness Ben didn't run into him, he would've begged and cried to go back already. "I need some time to think, so if you're planning on staying around here, we could set up a... meeting or whatever. "
Unless he managed to relocate himself and his brother first. Lukas wanted to throw up at the thought of explaining this whole mess to him later, as he carefully handed over the jacket back to its owner, who unlocked the truck behind him and tossed it inside.
What is he thinking anyway, Lukas wondered, driving around town and creeping through the parking lot like a weirdo?
The light from inside the vehicle let him see his father a bit better, and the deep lines of worry carved into his face. He suddenly seemed much older than he was, the beard didn't help much either, yet he wore a small smile on his lips. His old man looked relieved.
If he - by some force of nature - should come back to himself one day, Lukas may rethink his plan. But as long as their peace of mind fell victim to strangers on a meadow, he needed to keep them both away from this life as far as possible.
"I missed you so much," Shepard breathed as he turned back to face him, even closer now, and suddenly pulled him into a gentle hug.
Lukas' muscles tensed up, surprised, but there was no force behind the embrace. It felt nice, being held like that.
I missed you too, Luke thought for a second and rested his forehead against his dad's chest. Why couldn't he act like that all the time? Patient, a bit silly here and there, and attentive like he used to be; like he was most of the time.
But sometimes, he just-
In a fraction of a second, Shepard's grip tightened around his son. Before Lukas had a chance to register it, he was picked up, spun and pushed onto the passenger's seat of the truck. The impact knocked a silent scream out of his lungs.
What-
Hot flashes of pain surged from his back up to his head, where he took an unlucky fall on the center console. In his confusion, Lukas managed to lift his leg and land a kick against his father's stomach. With a twist of his hand, Shepard swiftly grabbed his ankle and pressed it down onto the seat. Big eyes full of panic gawked up at him.
"You can't-"
A cloth pressed into his face, calculated and determined. Luke tried to scream, but all efforts stayed smothered by the thick fabric.
"Shhh." The hand only held on tighter against his face.
Fumes burned inside his mouth and nose, forcing cough after cough out of his lungs. As if all air was slowly disappearing, Lukas felt his mind freeze up, paralyzed by fear and chaos.
It hurts, was the one thought echoing through him, Dad hurts me.
Haplessly, he tried to stem away from the cushion, to maybe get a leg on the ground and slip out, yet all the twisting and turning only gave him another well-meant shush and more weight pushing down on his body.
The smothered whines hurt the most, nearly ripping his father's soul in two.
"I know, I know," Shepard whispered into his hair, "it's alright."
Laying flat on his stomach now, Lukas knocked his useless feet against the locked door. Nothing more than a cry for help, he focussed his whole strength on trying to get out of an embrace that only grew firmer with every motion: nails scratching against flannel, an elbow between the ribs.
All the noise fell on deaf ears. Nobody was coming to help him.
With every kick and scream, Lukas' struggle became less and less coordinated. His dizzy vision made it hard to aim, and despite the scratchy fibers digging into his face, his skin suddenly felt warm, so warm that it felt hard to pull away anymore.
One blink, and keeping his eyes open became impossibly difficult, like the biggest chore he could manage. Images melted into each other, a kaleidoscope of colors and vertigo.
Another blink, and his tired limbs gave up the fight, leaving him to droop further into the cloth. Only his eyes still fluttered, until even this task became impossible. They shut eventually, long after the last thought got wiped away from his consciousness.
Slow, deep breaths pulled Lukas even further away until he fell asleep, calm and peaceful, in his father's arms.
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Inside his mind, Shepard counted. He had to be accurate, for his and Lukas' sake. It kept his thoughts from what he was doing to his son right now, but in extreme situations, a father resorts to extreme measures.
And in refusing to contain his stubbornness, Lukas had left him no choice.
Gradually, the body beneath him grew slack under his weight. After another minute, Shepard carefully pulled the cloth away from his airways when he felt confident enough that the boy wouldn't start throwing another fit.
In the dark, he listened for any unrest outside the truck, any unwanted onlookers. Nothing but the remains of what they counted as music shook through the surrounding metal. Finally, then, Shepard realized it was over.
Lukas was back. Back with him. It was unreal, like a lovely dream come true at last.
His son laid motionless on his side while he held him close, a kiss on the forehead to take away any anxiety left. Checking his breathing and temperature - his skin a bit too cold to the touch for Shepard's liking - the father only marveled at how Lukas looked exactly as he did the evening they last spoke. Nothing had changed, and soon, Shepard knew it would be just like it used to be. Only the two-
Only the three of them.
A part of him stung from having to leave Reuben behind, yet Shepard had no doubt that he would follow them soon after. He did feel a bit disappointed, though, that Lukas would so blatantly lie to him, but nobody should be surprised by that. There were bad influences all around in this part of town.
"I know it's unfair." A lone tear got wiped off Lukas' cheek. "We'll talk about it later."
Safe and secure again, he positioned him in the passenger seat, buckled in tightly to keep him from slumping over.
With a twist of the key, the engine sprung awake and let ease shake through his chest. His little one would surely be inconsolable when he woke up, but for tonight, the restless void in Shepard's heart had stopped aching.
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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterlist]
Taglist: @whumpyourdamnpears
#Shepard *hears stimming in the parking lot*: well well well if that isnt my dear son...#chloroform is not organic nor homegrown!#Shepard you hypocrite#poor Luke doesn't even know this trope#Lukas' recapture!AU#tales of arcadia#parental Whumper#cult setting#stalking#gaslighting#manipulation#recapture#abduction#kidnapping#noncon drugging#chloroform whump
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out of context cdverse memes part 3
#pjo#pjo fandom#riordanverse#pjoverse#pjo hoo toa#pjo series#pjo memes#☆ : notes—#alabaster torrington is in new york plotting another uprising with his adoptive ghost dad#ethans considering running away to join him#the gods dont want luke to be mad at them again but luke just wants to take a fucking nap#silena doesn't mind that much shes having a picnic with her polycule#the rest of the titans army is watching inside out 2 with zeus' credit card#☆ : organization tags—#☆ : cdverse 🏺#☆ : cdverse memes/shitposts 🏺
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Day 1, Recruitment
@titan-army-week
#havent posted there anything for gods know how long#my exams ended a little over a week ago#and this time ive been sleeping#going to doctors (ill go to two more tomorrow)#and just trying to organize my day (not going well)#i hope doing a ta week will help me to finally take care of my blog#now i just need to get to the asks...#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#luke castellan#alabaster torrington#yes it is supposed to be al#i hc that luke met him in the beginning of som and decided yeah. im adopting him.#was having fun in krita#rizart#titan army week 2024
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I keep getting Poseidon for all the quizzes even when I try not to (not picking water/horses n stuff) and I don't feel like it's right (like yea I love water, I'm born in summer so I spend my birthdays at the beach) but like idk..
sometimes ☝️ our parents arent who we want them to be 😒 and unfortunately 😐 we just have to live with that 😔 i can do another uprising if you want?
- Luke Castellan 📨
#ooc: yes the dead characters are alive no idk how. doors of death?#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#pjo#pjo fandom#pjo hoo toa#pjo ask blog#ask blog#roleplay blog#pjo roleplay#☆ organization tags ˚。⋆#📨 : luke castellan ˚。⋆#🏛 : cabin 11 | hermes ˚。⋆#🗣 : in character ˚。⋆#👤 : canon characters ˚。⋆
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#erika furudo#starscream#general grievous#edward nygma#the riddler#admiral zhao#vexen#organization xiii#general hux#luke atmey#genesis rhapsodos#umineko#when they cry#transformers#maccadam#star wars#batman#dc comics#avatar the last airbender#kh#kingdom hearts#ace attorney#final fantasy#final fantasy vii#crisis core#Smug snake
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This is a Lucegon story idea that won't leave me alone.
Lucerys is Aegon's prisoner of war. When Aemond chased him down in Storms End, Vhagar killed Arrax, but Luke survived and was brought back to Kings Landing.
Aegon didn't like it, not from the moment his brother brought their nephew through the doors, unconscious and soaking wet. Unlike Aemond, he and Luke had no true bad blood regardless of what happened at the dinner last time they were together. Hell, he even sort of liked Lucerys, though he wouldn't admit it.
Rhaenrya and Jacaerys were uptight and judgmental, too far gone in their own self-righteousness to care for Aegon, but Lucerys wasn't like them. Aegon admired how fiery his nephew was, too. He enjoyed his mirthful nature and sense of humor, not to mention he was impressed by the bravery it took for him to stand up to Aemond, not twice but three times total.
He also knew how much his brother wanted Luke, however it was unclear how he wanted Luke. Sometimes it would seem like his brother wanted Luke dead, eyes taken, and guts splayed for all to see his bastard blood but other times it seemed like he wanted him in more carnal ways. It was in the way Aemond looked at Luke, the way his pupils dilated and traveled across him. It was the same way Aegon gazed at his favorite Arbor wine or at a particularly beautiful whore. He knew it well.
Aemond was definitely filled with some form of desire for Lucerys, it was just impossible to tell what that desire entailed, and that desire made the king fear for his nephew's safety.
It gets worse when Alicent and Otto propose the idea to force Lucerys to wed Aemond in an attempt to join their houses and stop Rhaenrya from attacking or declaring war.
Aegon agrees it's a good strategy to hopefully avoid blood-shed. Only, Aegon doesn't want to see Lucerys wed to his brother. He doesn't want to see harm come to him and regardless of which way Aemond wanted Luke, it was a certainty that he would harm him. It was in Aemond's nature.
It takes the council by surprise, himself too for that matter, but to save Lucery's from that fate, he declares he will follow in the footsteps of Aegon the Conqueror and marry Lucerys too. He will take him as his husband in front of the whole city, and Luke will join Aegon alongside his wife Helaena.
Luke would hate it, of course. He would curse at Aegon and degrade him out of fear. Not just for this but also for taking his mother's throne. While Aegon can't fight the throne argument, despite the fact that he doesn't even want the damn thing, Aegon explains to him that it was either marry him or marry Aemond.
That is what settles the younger man, the fact that Aegon saved him and at least this way he can spend time with Helaena and her children. He doesn't believe Aegon will be kind to him, not really, but after the marriage that's exactly what he is. Kind. Protective.
Then que the slow build where Luke begins to grow actual feelings for his husband, all the while having to avoid Aemond who still preys on him. Then there's the war that still threatens their foundations despite the marriage.
Aegon grows feelings for him too in this time. His nephew is pretty, intelligent, patient, fun, and dangerous. Eventually, after they grow to understand each other, his nephew aids him in becoming a better ruler, even if he doesn't support his claim.
I could really keep going here, get into what would happen with the war and with Rhaenrya. Explain how Luke would feel torn between his loyalties. Go deep into how Aegon would feel broken, like he's never good enough. Explain how he fights not only against Rhaenrya but also against his own brother who wants what he has.
Buuuut you get the idea...
#this is long and not edited but its late and i cant stop thinking about it#i need a story about luke standing by aegons side during the dance#i need their relationship to grow organically#lucerys x aegon#lucegon#lucerys velaryon#long post
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