#THIS GOT SO LONG OH MY GOD

[pose1dson]

a breakdown of some of the events of the 67th hunger games

( under the cut bc this is gonna get long )

even 12 year old perseus odair knew something was wrong the moment no one stepped forward to volunteer. he locked eyes with his brother from across the crowd, and he could see the worry in his eyes, too. all those fears became reality when his name was drawn, announcing him as the male tribute for the 67th hunger games. even after his name was drawn, no one stepped up to volunteer, even though he'd heard who had been planned to step forward as volunteers for that year. instead, it ended up being percy and a 17 year old female volunteer.

he was taken to a room to say his goodbyes. first came mags, who brought him snacks and some of his things to take with him. after that was finnick, who immediately told him he was going with him. he insisted it was his fault, but wouldn't elaborate to percy as to why. he made it very clear that he was going to be his mentor, and that he was going to be by his side the entire time. it was the one comfort he had leading up to the start of the games.

during his training, he caught the eye of a district one tribute named clarisse la rue. she, along with many of the other tributes, made it well known that there was a target on percy's back. not only was the the smallest and the youngest of the tributes, but he was also a legacy the brother of a former victor.

finnick spent the next few days training percy. thankfully, finnick had already taught him how to fight just as a precaution, as percy's smart mouth had a tendency to get him into trouble. he also prepped him for interviews and warned him not to mouth off, though percy still made snide comments in his interview much to finnick's frustration. when it was finally time for percy to enter the arena, finnick gave him his necklace to take as his token, making him promise to bring it back to him when he wins.

when percy emerged from the tube and into the arena, he was met with the sight of a beach with large, choppy waves behind him, and what looked to be the ruins of a city looming in front of him. between them and the city laid a supply camp, with weapons gleaming in the sweltering sunlight. percy's eyes darted around, taking stock of his surroundings. he knew he needed to get his hands on a weapon a sword, preferably but as he glanced to his left and saw clarisse's gaze focused on him, he also knew that avoiding her was top priority. if he wasn't careful, his time in the games would be ending before he could ever reach the supplies.

as the countdown finished and the horn blared, percy took off running, but not in the direction that everyone seemed to expect him to. instead, percy ran towards the water, diving in and swimming towards a large cluster of rocks. he breached the water as he came up for air, hiding between the rocks as he watched the clarisse and a few others reach the supplies and take out the first batch of tributes. five tributes fell there, and he could hear clarisse yelling to the others about finding him. percy stayed where he was, well hidden, for as long as he could.

as night fell, percy finally emerged from the water, shivering. while he was used to being in the water for extended periods of time, even he knew that he needed to get his body temperature up. as if on queue, a cannister attached to a parachute descended from the sky. inside, percy found an emergency thermal blanket, a breathing apparatus, and what looked like just the hilt of a sword, along with a note from finnick. the note wished him luck, told him he was watching, and told him to 'show them what he could do' . curious, percy studied the hilt, and upon closer inspection, realized there was a button on the bottom. pressing it, it began to expand, growing until it became a full, gleaming bronze sword. well, percy thought. at least he wouldn't have to worry about stealing one from the supplies now.

hiding became easy with the help of the supplies he was sent. the breathing apparatus allowed percy to stay underwater longer, and he would emerge from the water at night, tucked away in a hidden alcove, and used the emergency thermal blanket to regain his body heat while he cautiously slept. he was also able to catch fish for food, which kept him from straying too far from the beach.

it didn't take percy long to realize what was happening with the water. by the morning of the third day, his alcove was nearly completely submerged. the water levels were steadily rising, which meant that percy was being pushed further inland and closer to the other tributes. he knew it was only a matter of time before he'd come face to face with the others, and he was determined to be ready when he did.

two weeks passed within the arena, and percy moved further into the city as the water levels began to rise. he was able to hide out of the water as time progressed, now able to move between ruins and the water with more ease. after the two weeks had passed, the capitol made it clear that they were frustrated with his ability to hide, as the water suddenly retreated. percy had a feeling he knew what was coming, and he turned out to be right: a large tidal wave slammed into the ruins, taking out most of the remaining tributes. percy was able to survive thanks to the training he'd gotten from his brother growing up, which made him more able to withstand the rough water. 21 days into the games, he and clarisse were the last ones standing.

the water levels were so high that nearly the entirety of the ruins were submerged. that, coupled with shark-like muttations that the capitol released into the water forced both percy and clarisse out of the water and into the open. now, percy had no option but to fight. clarisse was ruthless, coming at him relentlessly with an electrified spear. percy, who had now gotten his hands on a shield, as well, fought just as relentlessly, though he was fighting to survive, not to kill. at one point, clarisse thrust her spear forward, and it got lodged in the shield. as percy twisted, he snapped the spear in half. the lost of her weapon did not deter her, however, and clarisse lunged at percy. percy moved instinctively, and he thrust his sword forward, lodging itself in clarisse's stomach. he immediately released his grip on the sword, hands trembling as clarisse tumbled into the shark infested waters. the canon sounded, and the announcement came through: perseus odair was the victor of the 67th annual hunger games.

he didn't remember losing consciousness. one moment he was still in the arena, and the next thing he knew, he was waking up in the medical bay of the training center, finnick sitting at his side. hands still trembling, percy pulled the necklace from around his neck and handed it back to his brother, who simply wrapped his arms around him. percy finally allowed himself to break down in that moment, the gravity of everything that happened coming crashing down.

the next few weeks passed in a blur, and percy struggled to hold his tongue and control his anger, but did his best. the people of the capitol dubbed him as panem's favorite son, and they seemed to love the fact that there were now victors who were brothers. interviews and the victory tour finally ended, and eventually, percy found himself back in district four. he was given his own home in the victor's village, but that house remained empty, percy instead deciding to remain in his brother's house. sleep became scared, his nights plagued with nightmares usually of him being hunted down. he would visit the capitol quite often, as his brother spent a lot of time there. he attracted quite a lot of attention for simply having been the youngest victor in the history of the games, so even as he was forced to parade around lavish parties in the capitol, percy did his best to stay out of the public eye.

as he got older, he was requested to serve as a mentor. by then, he had learned how dangerous it was for him to say no to the capitol, so he returned to mentor the district four tributes for the 72nd games at only 17. there, he would encounter annabeth chase, the volunteer tribute from district two.

[defiedlife]

@purestvirtue asked: gently pulls the pathetic wet peacock from The River of Doom and kisses his forehead. go. commit more crimes.

With each step, dark water sloshes and splashes around him. Seconds and minutes drag on into what feels like hours, but it's difficult to know for sure. A quick glance at both devices tells him that neither his watch nor his phone are properly keeping time. Even the light of his phone seems to dim and flicker in the midst of pure nihility, and he instinctively knows that were it not for the shattered fragments of his cornerstone still in his possession, he would have long been a goner already.

With each step, it becomes more and more difficult to keep going, his feet dragging through the water as if it has morphed into some kind of thick sludge. The river is wide—far, far too wide, and reaching the other side is starting to feel like little more than a pipe dream. In the back of his mind, he knows such thoughts are due to the influence of the Nihility itself, but as the minutes and hours seem to go on forever, these thoughts are quickly becoming more and more difficult to ignore. He shoves them down as best he can, intent on dealing with unpleasant thoughts as he always has...except this time, his left arm creeps around with more than twice the usual effort before he's able to hold it behind his back, fist clenched tight.

But the water grows ever deeper, and maintaining his balance is crucial. His hand doesn't stay behind his back for very long, and the fear returns.

With each step, he's realizing how much he hates this. The liquid is up to his neck now, and still there is no end in sight. He's going to die here, he thinks, and only one person will know. Would she say anything to the others if he never emerges on the other side? Would she care? Would any of them care?

Probably not, his thoughts answer.

Fear grips him, and he begins to stumble, barely catching himself to stay upright. The thoughts from just before his final act begin to resurface, and even as he pushes onward, still struggling not to give up, each one is like a knife digging into him, demanding that he stop and allow himself to sink.

Coward; a knife through his left hand. Murderer; a knife through his right hand. Failure; a knife in his left leg. Cursed; a knife through his right leg. Pointless; a knife in his gut. Crazy; a knife through his neck. Useless; a knife in his shoulder. Selfish; a knife in his back. Discarded; a knife in his side. Loser; a knife through his heart.

Everything hurts, and he can feel himself sinking, the water now just below his nose. He can't—he can't go on any longer. There's no point in trying if he'll never make it out alive; if no one would even care. He stumbles again, and this time, he doesn't try to catch himself. His head goes under the water, and he can't bring himself to move. He doesn't even want to move, really. He opens his mouth to scream, and water rushes in—

But then an unexpected hand reaches for him, lifting him far above the water's surface with ease. In his shock, he instinctively clings, latching onto the armor of the one now cradling him close. He's soaked to the bone, he can't speak from coughing, and it's all he can do to lean into the embrace of the man responsible for rescuing him. Without warning, soft lips touch his forehead, and a gentle surge of comforting warmth spreads through him. The negativity assaulting his mind begins to recede, and as his breathing returns to normal, he exhales a long, slow sigh.

"....Thank you. I was beginning to think you wouldn't show, Sir Knight. Let's get out of here."

[bloominglegumes]

i love normal guys doomed by the narrative

[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[hinamie]

i don't normally participate in these redraw challenges but it's megumi so i'll make an exception

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[wishing-well-art]

Pearl's Delivery Service is open for business!

Textless versions of the stamps under the cut!

[manchesterau]

x

[broken-risk-assessment-module]

We need media, visual, audio - we'll need music - and text. We had to hit them with everything.

still not over That conversation from System Collapse. what a two-hit combo. what a scene. chefs kiss 🤌

[scyllas-dogs]

HGGFSSSDHGXX- ur Zeus x Odysseus content is keeping me going aaaaaaaaa- god(s), Zeus catching feels for this lil’ jackass n then being sad when he goes back to the people he actually wants to be with is so juicy mmmmm- love that kinda thing hehe drama, drama everywhere >:]]]

zeus actually somehow retains negative rizz when he cant figure out how to seduce someone

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, posting to TikTok: I know it’s a little faux pas to post shit from celebrity parties like this but…

Eddie: How long do you think it’s going to take for him to notice that that’s not me

Eddie: *flips camera around to show Steve on the other side of the room*

Steve: *pulling a man along behind him because he wants to be introduced to Cher*

The man: *Weird Al Yankovic*

[buqbite]

part 1 (on VA and being better than humans)

part 2 (on welt and being just a human)

[turtleblogatlast]

Big Mama must have lost some serious standing in the yokai underworld because it’s gotten apparent that she keeps being beaten by a small group of teenagers and the occasional rat man, and when it’s not them then she’s taking L’s from her own schemes working against her.

And in the ensuing power vacuum, the Hamatos accidentally become the most feared crime family known to all the big bads of the Hidden City.

After all, they’ve publicly outplayed Big Mama multiple times, a couple of them have taken out the heads of two of the most well known criminal organizations, one took out Heinous Green, two are responsible for the destruction of Witch Town, they have ties to both the infamous Baron Draxum and Captain Piel, they won the Doom Dome death race, they’re Battle Nexus Champions, they’ve displayed insane feats of power and defeated impossibly strong enemies, most of them have been to jail, and they regularly mingle with humans.

You can just imagine the notoriety they’d accumulate from word of mouth alone.

[littlecrittereli]

ougghhh guysssssss

Thinking about this AU idea again

(Dont worry I'm not done with Reprogrammed yet BUT THIS HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL IT HAS NOT LEFT MY BRAIN)

I can smell the dramatic "YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!!!" exclamation from here

[wabbitears]

hit indie developers limbolane is dropping great god grove tomorrow and I can already feel the hyperfixation madness crawling in Please Please Check Out This Game When It Arrives PLEASE!!!!

[spookberry]

I've OCified her....