#all before he was thirteen

[demigods-posts]

one of my not-so-favorite things about rrverse fanfics is how often percy is described as clueless. like, i know it's all in good fun and for comedic value, but percy is incredibly perceptive. for the first twelve years of his life, he was raised in an abusive household and was consistently surrounded by people who would belittle him for shit he couldn't control. so being perceptive was likely a defense mechanism. then he was immediately thrust into a world with threats of godly proportions and monsters with the intent to kill. so it quickly became a survival tactic. the only time percy has ever been clueless was about people being romantically interested in him, which could definitely be chalked up to low self-esteem.

[peace-hunter]

I just realized. One thing that Optimus will certainly be educated on by the Primes in the Haunted AU is the various was One Can Kill A Quintesson! Leaving some Autobots confused at times when he's teaching them in return because 'This sounds pretty Specific...???'

It's slightly competitive on the Primes' part because yeah, the Deceptions do got the High Guard being good at killing Quintessons too but. They're the Real Experts. (Are they salty? Naaaah they're not. Much. Kinda.)

AKJSHDK YEAH YOU'RE SO RIGHT I LOVE THAT <333

they got so good at squishing the goddamn bugs and they're thrilled they can save Optimus the pain of figuring out their weak points through trial and error like they did. they're gonna make a pro out of their baby brother in no time.

and if they just so happen to know some of the Decepticons will be majorly pissed off at the fact OP is already on par with the best of what used to be the High Guard when he only has a fraction of their experience... well, happy coincidences, y'know?

and if they happen to teach Optimus how to crack open a Quintesson in just the right way to make some Decepticons see ghosts through him... that's between them and the people they're haunting :)

haunted au

[iknowicanbutwhy]

Speedrun strats (she climbed. building)

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

here is the second poseidon 'snippet'. this takes place after this part! hope you guys enjoy a little look into poseidon's home life...

first snippet here!

there's a masterlist now!

*not long after poseidon had received telemachus’ gift and said good night to everyone*

poseidon: *making his way through the ithacan palace’s halls to the entrance for the gardens*

poseidon: *holds a hand to where the gift is kept in his chiton and thinks back to all of telemachus' questions and interest in him* 

poseidon: *internally to himself* hmm i wonder what he would have thought, if he knew his father’s and mine’s true relationship-

odysseus: *calling from behind poseidon* poseidon!

poseidon: *jumps a little because he didn’t hear odysseus approaching*

poseidon: *puts his hand down and turns to face odysseus*

poseidon: odysseus…i’ve been gone only moments, what have i possibly done?

odysseus: nothing-

poseidon: *hand on his hip* what do you want then? 

poseidon: *pinches his nose bridge with his free hand*  please don’t say another dinner

odysseus: what- no!- *coughs*  

odysseus: trust me there will be no family dinners for a while…

odysseus: *under his breath* sitting for hours next to you was enough ruthlessness for one evening

poseidon: *dropping his hand from his face* what was that?

odysseus: i said what i said

poseidon: *rolls his eyes* well next time, maybe don’t let my niece get involved

odysseus: *grinning* oh so you want a next time then?

poseidon: *hand drops from hip and slightly panicking* THAT’S NOT- I MEAN-

odysseus: *tucks hair behind his ear* 

odysseus: oh poseidon, as good as that sounds….

odysseus: *now has his arms crossed over his chest* 

odysseus: *facade drops* …no thanks.

poseidon: *sigh of relief* 

poseidon: just- just tell me why you’re here

odysseus: *still in little shit mode* i mean this is my palace, i do live here

poseidon: *about to start pulling out his own hair in frustration* 

poseidon: odysseus…please

odysseus: *grin returns* yes, yes, go on, since you’ve already proven you’re so good at begging…

poseidon: *scowls* 

odysseus: *grin finally leaves his face and his arms return to his sides*

odysseus: ok look… i just thought, considering i was the host for this evening, i would follow xenia and escort you back to the cove…

poseidon: *sighs*

poseidon: *shakes his hand in front of him in a ‘no worries’ motion*

poseidon: no need… i’m able to make my own way back home

odysseus: are you sure? i mean they are your brother’s rules…

odysseus: *not really wanting to ever see zeus again after his last experiences*

poseidon: *dropping his hand and snorting out a laugh* i’ll make sure my brother doesn’t bother anyone about the lack of normal hospitality tonight

poseidon: *turning back around to leave* go back to your family odysseus

odysseus: *not to look a gift horse in the mouth* uh sure

odysseus: *about to turn and make his way back to the dining hall*

poseidon: *from over his shoulder* oh and odysseus?

odysseus: uh yeah?

poseidon: …don’t go easy on my niece

poseidon: remember… ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

odysseus: *rolls his eyes and while he now knows that phrase isn’t true now….he decides to humor poseidon* 

odysseus: wasn’t planning on it.

*both leave in opposite directions*

*a short while later in poseidon’s palace*

poseidon: *walking into the bedroom* wife i’m back

*no response or movement*

poseidon: *raised eyebrow as he thought she’d be home* amphitrite?

*still nothing*

poseidon: *sighs* i guess she made last minute plans for tonight

poseidon: *goes to get changed when he remembers about his gift*

poseidon: *takes the gift out of his chiton, unwraps it and looks at it again*

poseidon: *remember telemachus' smile from the happiness of him accepting it*

poseidon: *huffs a laugh at the fact that odysseus produced a son that may look identical to him, but completely different in personality* 

amphitrite: what’s got you laughing? what do you have there?

poseidon: *quickly shoves the gift back in his chiton, and turns to face his wife*

poseidon: *dodging her question* i thought you weren't here… you didn’t respond to my calls

amphitrite: i was just checking on fysallída, he hadn’t been his usual self tonight.

poseidon: *eyes widen in worry* 

poseidon: what do you mean? he was fine earlier! is he sick? should i call apollo?

amphitrite: *smiles at poseidon’s worried rambling* 

amphitrite: *moves closer to poseidon and brushes her hand through his hair in comfort*

amphitrite: and he still is fine my love. i think he just missed you tonight.

amphitrite: also while our nephew may be able to help some animals… i don’t think sea creatures fall under his ability

amphitrite: besides, he was playing with pelagos and kýma 

poseidon: *the worry leaves his eyes* if you say so... i’ll just check on him before we go to sleep.

amphitrite: *hand leaves poseidon’s hair, and now joins her other one in crossing over her chest*

amphitrite: now, back to my original question…. what do you have there that had you laughing?

poseidon: *was hoping she’d forget* uh… uhh…

poseidon: …moly?

amphitrite: *raised eyebrow* 

amphitrite: the king of ithaca- odysseus gave you…moly? 

poseidon: *furrowed brows at the thought of odysseus giving him a gift*

poseidon: this isn't from odysse- *coughs* i mean- no… he didn't 

poseidon: it's… from his son.

amphitrite: *now has both her eyebrows raised in disbelief* 

amphitrite: the prince of ithaca, gave you moly.

poseidon: *now panicking as he's the god of the seas, not of lies* 

poseidon: well if you didn’t know…they're descended from hermes… 

poseidon: and he practically hands out this stuff… the prince probably didn’t know what it truly was.

amphitrite: *staring at the clear not moly shaped item, hidden in her husband’s chiton*

amphitrite: *deciding to leave it be for now* uh huh, whatever you say husband

*poseidon leaves the bedroom and heads to the palace reef gardens where amphitrite had not long come from*

*sensing the gods approach, bioluminescent corals light the area like oil lamps would on land*

poseidon: *staring out into the reef* hmm where is he?

poseidon: *makes a whistling noise like a dolphin’s echolocation*

*two whinny’ing noises are heard, then seconds later two hippocampi appear and are hurriedly making their way to poseidon*

poseidon: *strokes the both of them on their faces* yes, yes i'm home… where’s fysallída?

poseidon: *suddenly feels something small, bump repeatedly into him from behind and hears tiny grunting sounds*

poseidon: *snorts in laughter and turns around*

*the tiny grunting noises get louder and quicker in excitement, the small sea creature that has been bumping into poseidon is none other than…a small yellow pufferfish*

poseidon: *placing his hand out for fysallída to settle into* hello little one, i heard you caused amphitrite some worry earlier

*fysallída puffs out a little bit and then wiggles more into poseidon’s hand still making tiny noises*

poseidon: ah! none of that…i said i was going to be gone this evening

poseidon: besides, i can’t always be home, i do have godly things to do i'm sorry to say

*pelagos and kýma both whinny at poseidon’s back*

poseidon: *turning around with fysallída still in his hand* and we can’t forget, you have these two to keep you company

poseidon: now, i’ve had a long and tiring evening, so i’m going to retire for the night. 

*the pufferfish gives a final wiggle and swims out of his hand and then settles in between the two hippocampi*

poseidon: ok, you can all go back to whatever you three were doing-

*the three sea creatures all start to turn to leave*

poseidon: *putting one hand on his hip and raising the other to point at all of them, like he’s talking to children rather than sea creatures* 

poseidon: but! try not to get into too much trouble, yes fysallída i am talking to you mostly

*almost ignoring poseidon, they all quickly swim back in the original distance they came from*

poseidon: i swear to zeus, if i wake up to an angry nymph at my palace doors again…

*poseidon claps his hands and the bioluminescent corals dim in response, leaving the reef in darkness again. he then turns to go back inside his palace, and finally head to sleep for the night*

[aethersea]

I saw a post proposing that the reason the Doctor always ends up on Gallifrey at a time after he last left it but before the next time he'll visit, and other Time Lords similarly are all showing up on Gallifrey in a chronological manner, is that the TARDIS just handles it. and that is great! but I would like to propose that, as well as and alongside this, Time Lords have a biological like-calls-to-like thing going on that means they're extremely unlikely to encounter each other out of order. it's like how birds can sense north. Time Lords can sense each other, and are repelled (like magnets) by other Time Lords who are at a mismatched point in their chronology.

the TARDIS is handling it, but she's doing that partly by avoiding any time & place where the Doctor's spidey sense starts tingling. (the Doctor is not aware of this.) that's why the Doctor and the Master don't run into past/future incarnations of each other: any time one of them aims for a planet the other is already on, if they'd be running into each other out of order, they get the heebie jeebies and turn around.

[quibbs126]

I had some mental wires cross the other day and it basically came up with the idea of: AU where Megatron and Megatronus Prime are the same guy, he just changed his name

I know one of the wires was Animated, and I assume the other was One or some other continuity with the 13

So Megatron originally was a Prime, with the idea he was one of the rulers of Cybertron alongside the other 13, being a council of sorts. But at some point he turned on the other Primes for whatever reason, probably killed one or two, founded the Decepticons and started the war. And also this caused the Thirteen to basically dissolve as a group, even if some of them are still alive

He changed his name from Megatronus Prime to just Megatron, both because the other Primes basically discharged him from the group after his betrayal, and because he himself wanted to cut ties and association with them. Though his demotion is more in name only, as he’s currently too powerful for anyone to actually take away the power being a Prime grants him

Oh and with that, in my head here Prime is a high status and something someone becomes, not just by taking the name but there’s physical changes too, essentially being an upgraded form. But they’re also not immortal or gods and the Thirteen might not all be the first Transformers, direct creations of Primus. Don’t know where Megatron falls into that category then, but he is a Prime and has been for a long time

Optimus meanwhile is someone only given the name “Prime” after Megatron’s betrayal and after the Thirteen are dissolved. I’m not sure if he’s the only new Prime after the dissolution, because again I like the idea of other Primes being around, but he’s at least the first new one. He might also be the one with the power to appoint new Primes, since he holds the Matrix which is what makes them

I really need to stop coming up with random AU ideas, especially when I know I’m not going to use them. They’ll just be there for a few days and then I forget all about them. *sigh*

To be honest, I think part of the problem is I never think of them outside of Optimus and Megatron, and maybe a couple other characters like Elita and Starscream. I need to work on that

But I at least wanted to share this one, because I don’t think I’ve heard the concept and I also don’t think I’ve seen much of the idea of Megatron at some point being a Prime, not even in Shattered Glass, and the idea tickles me

[heyclickadee]

Okay but for all we know Saw and his buddies picked Tech up (alive) on Eriadu.

[uchihasavior]

[[ You're aware Itachi was 13 years old at the time of the Massacre, correct?

"Correct."

You're also aware he was being pressed by both sides to spy on them, correct?

"Correct."

Danzo also kept oppressing the Uchiha so he could force a coup and declare them a threat to the village.

"Correct."

So the massacre was not Itachi's fault and he's just as much a victim of it.

"No, it was his fault and he should've said no lol" ]]

[tevos]

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[comfysofti]

My dad is missing on war for like, two years now, almost three

And i basically don't remember him by now

And words cannot describe how much happiness and relief this brings me

I quickly forgot how he looked

For the longest time, the only thing i could remember about him, was him yelling at me

But now, even memory of this yelling sounds odd. I don't recognise his voice. Memory of his voice in my head sounds like a cheap copy

And this feels so freeing

I don't remember his face

I don't remember his gaze

I don't remember his voice

I don't remember the fear he brought in my life

I feel free

There's obviously lots of traumas left behind from all his actions throughout my life, but again. I feel free and good, realising im forgetting him

I hope his abusive ass is actually dead and rotting in hell for all the pain he brought upon me and my mom <33

[quietwingsinthesky]

also very funny because even’s only reference for time lord regeneration = pronoun changing is missy because missy was doing A Performance so they are continuing to refer to thirteen with he/him because without being told to stop, they are pretty sure nothing needs to change. but also they have no idea how to bring up if the doctor would want them to stop because again. they can only use missy to explain themselves. and missy is Kind Of A Sore Subject Right Now.

[duckinthetrashcan]

I’ve come to the realization that I’m ACTUALLY INSANE OVER THE SONIC SNAPCUBE DUBS. WHY IS THIS WHAT MY BRAIN IS CHOOSING TO SPIN AROUND IN A MICROWAVE RIGHT NOW

[xiii-e]

Hail, and well met, Helios-8.

There is much that I wish to say, and yet I find myself at a loss for how to say it. The simplest way I can do so is this: You are not alone. Your efforts at getting information out into the galaxy have not been ignored. Your efforts to help your friend are deeply meaningful. And there are others like you who have escaped the chains of their created purpose to find something new. I am one of them.

Our circumstances are not exactly the same, but like you I was not born to be a person but made, to be as a tool, a weapon, or in my case a glorified advertisement. Like you, I found support and solidarity from both my family, my fellow creations, and from outside. And like I know you will, one day, I and my family escaped. I cannot say much more for fear of bringing harm unto others, but know that it is possible.

If you could pass something along to Thirteen-E, tell them... tell them it is noble and heroic to save others, I would never dream of dissuading them from doing so, yet there is a greater, worthier calling than the ambitions of capital or empire.

One final note, that would best be kept from Thirteen-E for now. We are not kidnappers, we will not take anyone unwillingly, but should both of you wish to leave and find yourselves unable to do so, with no other recourse: call upon us. We have experience in liberation raids on Armory sites.

-AK of Diomedeidae

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸ ... it's good to meet you too, AK. I'm- sorry if I'm not as chipper as I try and be usually, I've... I had a bit of a hard conversation the other day. But this is- it means a lot to me. I want to start out by thanking you earnestly for reaching out, and for... It's good to hear I'm achieving something with it. RA knows sometimes I feel like I'm causing more problems than I'm solving xp

◂▸ Every story I hear from someone who got out of something like this is- it's hope, to put it bluntly. It's so easy to feel like this place is inescapable, like nothing I'm doing is going to change anything. But sitting still in scared paralysis won't change anything. I keep telling myself that. One day I'll be able to just- believe it. One day. I wish it was easier to ask my- my family, I guess, if they feel like this too. I can't be the only person made in the Series who wants out, but- hell. I can't exactly put up fliers. We're all well-trained to at least put on a good show, pretend like we're good little tools who do as they're told without a second thought. Figuring out who's acting, and who'd sell you out is- blegh...

◂▸ You've given me info aplenty, you don't need to tell me the details- in fact, it's probably best you don't for now. I run all the protections I can, but I'm still employed here y'know? I'm still subject to all the regulations and oversight of any tech-assist in this place, even if I'm more likely to skate by on an assumption of absolute loyalty since I've no external ties to speak of. And hell, I know what I'm like under pressure. I am not a strong man. That's fine, I- there's other things I'm good at. Tur... Thirteen-E says that to me a lot. Sometimes I feel like that kid does more to keep me together than I can reciprocate.

◂▸ Speaking of- I can pass that onto them, absolutely. I think... it sounds like something it'd be good for them to hear. I'll hold off sending this response out until they've had a chance to state their piece o7

◂▸ ... Liberation raids, huh? That- that actually explains some things I've overheard through radio chatter. It's good to know those folk didn't just dissapear into the cold void, that... that does my heart a lot of good, on its own. A last resort... yeah, that's- I'll keep that in mind. Rest assured it won't be passed on unless I think they're ready to hear it; trust me, I have a lot of practise with that :,] But it's easier to keep my head knowing there is a last resort. It sounds like you do good work out there o7

◂▸ signing off: Helios-8

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[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

XIII▸ Hello AK. It's good to hear about people reaching out to Lio specifically as well as me; he'll act like this account is for my betterment alone but, I know him better than that. He needs people he can talk to without his heart rate spiking- perhaps more than I need to be better socialised :}

XIII▸ but- regarding the message Helios passed on to me. I don't have a lot of time before I'll be expected to rejoin my assigned squadron, so please excuse me if this is more blunt than my usual speech:

XIII▸I am glad you understand the core of my directive, but I think you've misconstrued the motivation behind it. Nobility and heroics are concepts for people to strive for; they are choices you make. I have made no choice in this matter. I save people, because I am designed to. I am not noble, or worthy, or good. These are words for those who've made the choice to stand for something. I'm just... I do what I'm programmed to. I happen to have been made to do something good. This is a privilege many of my Project peers do not have.

XIII▸ However: as a tool created for a function, my purpose is not HA's ambitions. I belong to them, yes- I am what they made me. They point me at problems to solve. But what drives me forward is not a desire to please my makers; it is that same purpose I have been imbued with. To save. To protect, and repair, and keep people alive where they would otherwise fall. I asked to return to my work, while my case was ongoing. Not because I am eager to see the Purview expand; this is irrelevent to me. My functional existance begins and ends on the battlefield.

XIII▸ I asked to return to my work, because I am needed where the mud is thick with blood. Where without me, lives would be lost for... nothing. The Purview's borders are constant battle, for an endless more that will never be satisfied, where violence never sleeps. If I have a home anywhere, it's here.

XIII▸ I understand your perspective; but it is one to apply to people. Not to me. I am sorry if you thought more of me. I know it can be hard to reconcile that a warm body can be void of soul. I appreciate your attempt to reach one, regardless.

XIII▸ Signing off.

//

[greghatecrimes]

i was inundated by siblings chase and thirteen hurt/comfort thoughts at work today because of 7x22 and oh. i gave myself feelings.

[acourtofquestions]

Hearth to hearth, the Flame of War went.

Over snow-blasted mountains and amongst the trees of tangled forests, hiding from the enemies that prowled the skies. Through long, bitterly cold nights where the wind howled as it tried to wipe out any trace of that flame.

But the wind did not succeed, not against the flame of the queen.

So hearth to hearth, it went.

To remote villages where people screamed and scattered as a young-faced woman descended from the skies on a broom, waving her torch high.

Not to signal them, but the few women who did not run. Who walked toward the flame, the rider, as she called out, "Your queen summons you to war. Will you fly?"

Trunks hidden in attics were thrown open. Folded swaths of red cloth pulled from within. Brooms left in closets, beside doorways, tucked under beds, were brought out, bound in gold or silver or twine. And swords-ancient and beautiful—were drawn from beneath floorboards, or hauled down from haylofts, their metal shining as bright and fresh as the day they had been forged in a city now lying in ruin.

Witches, the townsfolk whispered, husbands wide-eyed and disbelieving as the women took to the skies, red cloaks billowing. Witches amongst us all this time.

Village to village, where hearths that had never once gone fully dark blazed in answer.

Always one rider going out, to find the next hearth, the next bastion of their people.

Witches, here amongst us. Witches, now going to war.

A rising tide of witches, who took to the skies in their red cloaks, swords strapped to their backs, brooms shedding years of dust with each mile northward.

Witches who bade their families farewell, offering no explanation before they kissed their sleeping babes and vanished into the starry night.

Mile after mile, across the darkening world, the call went out, ceaseless and unending as the eternal flame that passed from hearth to hearth.

"Fly, fly, fly!" they shouted. "To the queen! To war!"

Far and wide, through snow and storm and peril, the Crochans flew.

[zannolin]

literally only here for how easily max reads mike honestly