#forgot i read all the percy jackson books back in the day

[emo-protagonist]

hot take: i liked this movie, second one sucked but this movie was tight tbh, had it on dvd

[atlabeth]

bleedin' me dry | luke castellan

runaway with luke ending here!!

summary: luke has a proposal. it doesn't go over well.

a/n: so um. obviously im a huge percy jackson stan ive got annabeth in my name and ive literally wanted to be her since i read the books in second grade and by virtue of being an annabeth stan i hate luke but i also think he is so interesting and so good for angst and i also love the pjo resurgence we’ve got going on here from the show!! so here you go. here's some angst

title from vampire by olivia rodrigo

wc: 2.8k

warning(s): fem!child of demeter reader. luke is his own warning lmao. pushy and manipulative behavior, not the healthiest relationship! and no happy ending

“You know I love the forest,” you mused, “but you have to have a reason for bringing me out here.”

He gave you a wry smile as he squeezed your hand. “Do I have to have a reason? You said you love it—that’s gotta be reason enough.”

“I love it, but there are monsters here.” You twisted your free hand and flowers sprouted up a few feet away. “It does give me a chance to show off, though.”

You were in your cabin helping Katie clean up everything—it was the last day of summer and most of the Demeter kids had already left—when Luke knocked on the door and asked you to accompany him on “a little adventure”. Despite the teasing of your siblings, you bashfully accepted.

It wasn’t the smartest thing, admittedly, to find yourself in the forest with your boyfriend with a couple hours ‘til curfew when you still weren’t even sure if you were leaving or not, but you had your dagger. Luke didn’t have his sword, but you had been practicing.

It wasn’t like it really mattered, anyways—he probably just wanted to make out with you. It was far from the first time, and for all he knew you were leaving for the school year in a few hours.

He chuckled but didn’t say anything. You looked up at him, a slight frown creasing your brows, and nudged him with your shoulder.

“Is everything okay, Luke?” you asked. “You’ve been… oddly quiet.”

Again, it took him a moment to respond before he just shrugged. “I’ve been thinking, I guess.”

“About what?”

“Life,” he said. “Our lives.”

“Very philosophical for the hour,” you said dryly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” Luke nodded, “yeah, I’m fine. I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Ask away.”

“Have you ever thought about leaving?”

“I’m still deciding whether I want to go back home for school or not, but—”

“Not after the summer,” Luke interrupted. “Leaving camp. For good.”

You frowned, a chill running down your spine. “Of course not. Camp Halfblood saved my life, Luke. I could never leave.”

“Says who?” Luke stopped and your intertwined hands pulled you back, stopping you as well.

“Says all the monsters that tried to kill me last time I went home,” you said slowly. “Don’t tell me you forgot the dracaena that nearly got me on that field trip.”

“‘Course I didn’t forget,” he said, inclining his head. “I just think you’re good enough now to make it without this place.”

“Luke,” you said with a strained laugh, “you— you can’t be serious.”

He shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because if we leave, we’ll die,” you said slowly. “I barely made it on my own out there.”

“You’re more powerful now. And you won’t be on your own,” he said, tugging you closer. Despite it all, warmth bloomed in your chest. “I can protect you.”

“Luke…” You trailed off as he cupped your cheek with his other hand, bringing your gaze back to his.

“What’s the point of staying here?” Luke murmured, an unmistakable softness in his eyes. “Just so we can sit around at summer camp for the rest of our lives? I mean, it’s not like that’s gonna be much longer, the way Chiron tells it.”

“I ha— we have friends here,” you said, huffing another laugh as you took a step back from him. It was easier to think when he wasn’t touching you, when you were still able to sever the string connecting the two of you. “We have a life here. A safe life, Luke, where we don’t have to look over our shoulders constantly.”

“Not me.” Luke shook his head as he moved a step forward in tandem, and he took your hand again, his grip tighter this time. “You’re the only thing I’ve got keeping me here.”

“Please,” you said in disbelief. “You’ve got a whole cabin of siblings that adore you. You’re the best swordfighter here. I’m pretty sure even Mr. D has a soft spot for you.”

“Please,” he mocked, “you can’t seriously believe that.”

You shrugged. “All I know is that when you finally asked me out, I gained a whole lot of enemies.”

“Like that means anything,” Luke said.

“The kids love you too!” you exclaimed. “Their eyes light up with stars whenever you help them with their sparring. You’re a beacon of light to this place— where is all of this coming from?”

“I’m tired,” Luke said roughly. “Tired of the gods ignoring us when all they’ve caused is pain.”

You frowned, but he continued on.

“You’re telling me you haven’t noticed it?” he asked. “When’s the last time you ever saw my dad give me any kind of attention besides some fun-colored smoke? He ruined my mother’s life— he ruined my life! And our cabin is damn near overflowing with unclaimed kids. Where are their parents?

“Luke—”

He shook his head as he forged on. “And you can’t say that Demeter is any good either. I bet she makes your cereal tastes real good in the morning, but she’s abandoned you for your whole life.”

“Luke, where is this coming from?” you asked, your frown deepening further and further as you let go of his hand and took a step back. “You— you know I’m not a fan of them, but you can’t just go around saying things like this. The last thing I need is for my mother to— to smite me, or strangle me with vines or something because I’m not appreciating her enough.”

Luke huffed a laugh. “That would be the most attention she’s paid to you since she claimed you.”

“She’s a goddess,” you said. “She’s got more important things to do than send me emails asking how my day is going.”

“Really?” Luke asked, his eyebrows rising.

“Yes, really,” you enunciated. “I expect it. I consider myself lucky she claimed me at all.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” he marveled as he said your name. “Your mother has never been there for you, and you think you’re lucky?”

“Luke—” you started, but you couldn’t even finish as he continued on.

“Demeter wasn’t there for the year you spent feeling like the scum of the Earth because you hadn’t been claimed yet. Demeter wasn’t there for the childhood she gifted to you then abandoned you for.” He pushed forward still. “Demeter wasn’t there for all those sleepless nights you spent in the Hermes cabin wondering if you were ever going to know who got you into this mess.”

“Luke, stop,” you finally managed to get out, moving back in turn.

“You know who was?” He continued to forge on, capturing your wrist when you tried to take another step back, eliciting a shaky exhale as you flinched. “Me.”

You ripped your arm away from him, fire in your eyes and blazing in your blood. “Don’t ever touch me like that again.”

“I’ve been here for you since the moment you stepped foot into Cabin Eleven!” Luke’s voice rose, and you’d never been more aware of the dagger hanging off your belt. “Through every tear, every tirade, every godsdamned rant about the gods—”

You stumbled back, and your heart stuttered in your chest as your back hit a tree. Your jaw was clenched, attempting to stop your tremors trying to wrack your body.

“And you’re telling me,” his voice suddenly lowered until it was scarily soft, little more than a whisper as he leaned over you, noses nearly touching, “that you would still choose them over me?”

“If you do not get away from me right now,” you said, quiet and even, “what we have, and anything we could have, will be over.”

Luke didn’t move. “Answer me.”

For a moment, it was just that—you and Luke staring at each other. His chest rising and falling just so from the effort of yelling, his beautiful eyes devoid of any previous softness. You thought your teeth might crack with the pressure in your jaw.

“No,” you said. “I wouldn’t choose them over you.”

And for an even shorter moment, his eyes do soften.

“But I won’t leave my family,” you whispered. “Not for whatever cause you think you’re fighting for.”

And just like that, the armor went up again.

“So that’s the way this ends,” Luke said evenly, and when he moved a few steps back, you felt like you could finally breathe again.

“You know who I am,” you argued, though you couldn’t make yourself move. “My siblings are my family— my friends are my family. I’d never leave them.”

“Oh, I should have expected it,” he said offhandedly. His laughter was a cruel thing. “I always knew you were a coward.”

“Don’t you dare turn this on me,” you spat. “Why do you even want to leave in the first place?”

“Because I’m sick and tired of all the bullshit that goes on here!” Luke yelled. “We’ve been here for years, and what the hell do we have to show for it? A couple scars? A lot of near death experiences? Some deadbeat parents that ruined our damned lives?”

“I have a family that I never could’ve dreamed of!” you exclaimed. “I have sisters and brothers that love me, friends that understand me, and—”

Your voice broke for a moment and you swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing the tears back. Some of the fire burning through your veins had been extinguished as you continued.

“And I thought I had a boyfriend that was there for me.”

It was there again—his eyes softening ever so slightly when he looked at you. But then he clenched his jaw. “And I thought I had a girlfriend that was there for me.”

“I won’t leave,” you enunciated. “I’m not going to help you with whatever crusade you think you’re meant to lead against the gods!”

“You don’t understand,” he insisted.

“You don’t understand!” you exclaimed. “You’re ready to leave all of this behind, and for what?”

“I don’t want to leave it all behind,” he said. “I want you by my side. We could be something truly great together— can’t you see?”

Luke took your hand again and pulled you away from the tree, gesturing with his hand around you. “You can control all of this. The whole world is your domain—we’d be untouchable.”

“Luke, you sound crazy,” you said roughly. “Where is all of this coming from, seriously?”

“I just know that we can live a better life,” he said. “Together, without the gods.”

“Witho—” You couldn’t even manage to finish the word, shaking your head at the pure absurdity of it. You hardly recognized your boyfriend purely because of the insanity he was spouting. “Luke, we don’t need to leave! We don’t need to stand against the gods, or— or whatever this is!”

This time, you took his hand as you tried to smile. “We can make this work, Luke, and we can make it work here,” you begged. “I promise.”

“Things need to change,” he said, voice steely, pulling his hand away. “And they’re clearly not going to change here.”

“Yes, they can,” you insisted, your hands clenching into fists at your side. “I want things to change too, believe me! But going off on your own isn’t going to do anything for it. We can start it here—together.”

His eyes were colder than ever as he looked down on you, and you truly didn’t recognize him. The glint in his eye and edges you would cut yourself on and the insanity he was spouting for no damn reason. You didn’t know what in Hades’ name had gotten into him.

“All we do is sit around and wait for that hag in the attic to spout prophecies, and then Chiron sends some kids off to die, and then we sit around and wait to do it again,” Luke said. “The gods keep making kids and the kids keep dying because they leave them in the world alone— we’re practically grandparents here because we’re lucky to make it past sixteen! The gods don’t do a damn thing about it, and neither does Chiron.”

He shook his head as he stared right into your eyes. “You’re not as smart as I thought if you think you can change anything here.”

“So— so what?” you asked brazenly. “You’re just gonna leave?”

Luke shrugged. “I was always gonna leave. It just depended whether you were with me or not.”

He turned around and started walking, and for a moment you were fully dumbstruck, unable to move. Then something snapped inside of you, and you moved your hands straight up through the air. Vines sprouted from the ground and tangled around Luke’s legs, stopping him and nearly causing him to fall.

“You don’t just get to walk away from me after spouting this bullshit,” you fumed as you ran to catch up with him. “What in Demeter’s name has gotten into you, Luke? Gods— this isn’t you!”

“See?” Luke smiled, ignoring your question. “You are powerful.”

“Answer me,” you seethed.

He shrugged, that small smile still on his lips. “It’s always been me. Maybe you’ve just been too stupid to realize.”

“Where are you going to go?” you asked, ignoring his jab. “Not home, clearly.”

It was a deep cut, something you never would have said under normal circumstances, but his expression didn’t change.

“I’ve got plans,” he said, ignoring your jab, and he huffed a laugh. “And I guess they don’t involve you anymore.”

All you could do was stand there, stunned as you stared at him. It was cliche, but it really wasn’t him, because you loved Luke and he loved you.

He’d always been a bit spitfire, always a little sharp around the edges, but you loved that about him—and he softened those edges for you. He was strong-willed and caring and passionate about everything, and you didn’t want to lose him. Not like this.

You knew what he’d been through. You knew what happened to his mother, what happened to Thalia, everyone he’d lost and every reason for every scar. But you never thought—

Gods. You never thought he’d actually do… this.

“Let me go, will ya?” Luke asked, tilting his head. “Or else what we have will be over— or whatever it was you said back there.”

The vines receded against your will, like his words just connected to your subconscious. You stayed rooted in place as he continued walking away.

But then he stopped. Turned around, looked right at you.

And for a moment you were fourteen again, feeling alone and forgotten going into your third month in the Hermes cabin. Grumbling your way through sword practice because the excited camp counselor who just happened to be your age refused to let you sulk for another day.

It was days after your fifteenth birthday, and the golden sickle with sheaths of wheat had finally appeared over your head at lunch. Luke had lunged at you, wrapping you in the tightest hug possible, and looked at you with all the stars in your eyes as he congratulated you. He helped you move your meager belongings into the Demeter cabin the very next day.

It was the first time you decided to go home since arriving at camp, and Luke was sidled outside your door, making wry comments every so often as he kept you company while you packed.

It was him kissing you right before you went over the hill because he said he couldn’t keep his feelings in any longer. It was you kissing him right back wondering why he waited so damn long.

It was three years of the best thing you’d ever experienced, of the most steadfast companion you could’ve had by your side—three years of Luke Castellan’s love.

Then you blinked, and you were back in the woods. Luke’s expression had softened, but the brimming tears in your eyes blurred your vision.

“I really did love you, y’know,” Luke finally murmured. “But you should know that love isn’t ever enough.”

He was out of your view before you could even muster the strength to move again, and then you were running through the forest faster than ever before.

But when you reached Cabin Eleven, there was no sign of him. And when you checked the pavilion and the forge and the amphitheater and the training arena and every other godsdamned place, you were just as disappointed.

But by the time you got to Chiron and found out the chaos that had spouted in his wake, that he had wanted you to be a part of, it was much, much too late.

Percy Jackson was fighting for his life. Camp had been left in complete disarray. Luke was working for Kronos.

And the man you loved was truly gone.

[vivwritesfics]

Dreaming Of It All

One particularly bad crash lands her in hospital, out for the count. Max, Lando and Charles visit her every single day. While she's out the reader lives several different lives. The one thing they all have in common? Her boys

Max Verstappen x Reader, Lando Norris x reader, Charles Leclerc x reader

The First Part The Second Part

"We've tried Harry Potter and Marvel. What's next?" Lando asked as he sat on the end of the hospital bed.

Charles shrugged his shoulders. He had read all of the Harry potter books and, as far as he was aware, she hadn't had any reaction to them. He didn't know what was happening in her head, the delusions she was living out.

"What was that book series she was always reading while we were karting?" Max said suddenly. "She was obsessed. She'd start reading it as soon as we were off the track," he said.

Charles's eyebrows were furrowed as he thought. "Wait," he muttered. "You mean Percy Jackson?"

He and Lando were out searching for copies of the Percy Jackson books that afternoon.

***

"What're we doing here?" She asked as she walked with Lando and Charles, her arm linked through Max's. "And, where are we?"

Max chuckled. "What do you mean? We're at the track," he said.

Nothing was very clear. Team names and logos were a blur. "Wait, Max," she called softly and he stopped walking, allowing her a chance to look around. But it was as if as soon as she looked away from something, she forgot about all of the details.

There was a car, a red one. She couldn't see much more than the colours. It didn't look like a regular car, but it was incredibly familiar as it came racing towards them at impossible speeds. "Max!" She cried and tried to pull him out of the path.

But he stayed where he was and held her tight, keeping her in the path of the speeding race car. Suddenly it wasn't a car. it was transformed into a bull. The Cretan Bull.

She reached for her sword, disguised as a pen (creative i know, forgive me) and uncapped it. But it was just a regular pen. Her sword didn't appear like it should have, leaving them at the mercy of the Cretan Bull.

She woke with a start in the darkness of the Athena cabin. Her siblings around her were still asleep as she climbed out of bed and pulled her boots onto her feet. Her siblings stayed asleep while she crept her way out of the cabin.

There was one place she knew to go. In the furthest cabin, the darkest cabin of them all, was her best friend, the person she had been dreaming about. Max was alone in the Hades cabin, a cabin that had only become his a few months prior.

Before that Max was an unclaimed kid in the Hermes cabin. It was only when a young camper, the son of Poseidon, went to Tartarus, that Max found himself claimed. He hadn't wanted to move to the Hades cabin, hadn't wanted to be alone.

Maybe that was why Y/N found herself going to see him whenever she could.

It was rare that Max was sleeping. He had managed to get gaming consoles into his cabin as soon as he moved out of the Hermes cabin. It was one way to cure loneliness, she supposed.

Y/N knocked on the cabin door. There was a little wait before Max pulled it open and welcomed her in. "What's up?" He asked as he led her back over to his gaming console. Of course, he was playing a football game and he looked to be winning. "Can't sleep again."

"You know it," she said and sat on the sofa behind him.

The Hades cabin was admittedly creepy. She didn't understand how Max lived in such a place. But he himself was warmth and she could stomach the Hades cabin if it meant being around him.

"Wanna talk about it?" He offered, turning in his chair. He hadn't yet unpaused his game, all of his attention on her.

She shook her head and Max scooted back in his chair. He patted her thighs and she stood from the sofa, walking over to him.

They weren't together, but they most of the campers thought they were. They didn't do much to dispel the rumours, though. This much was clear when she climbed into his lap and laid her head against her chest.

Max made sure she was comfortable before he resumed playing his game. She fell asleep like that, warm and safe from the nightmares that came with being a demigod in his arms.

When the kids in the Athena cabin couldn't find her the next morning, they knew exactly where she would be. With Max Verstappen, son of Hades. He had just two friends: Charles Leclerc, son of Aphrodite, and Lando Norris, son of Hermes.

They knocked on the door of the Hermes cabin, startling Y/N and Max awake. She jumped out of Max's arms and sat on the sofa as he went to open the door. "What do you want?" He asked, half asleep.

Sleep hadn't been very comfortable for either of them. But they hadn't minded, not when they were pressed together.

Lando pushed past him, leading Charles into the cabin. He stopped when he saw Y/N, tipped his head to the side, but shook it off and sat beside her. "We were thinking of sneaking out," Lando said as he placed his arm over Y/N's shoulder.

"Call me the brains of the operation, but why would we go outside of the camp where the monsters are waiting or us?" Y/N asked as she leaned against Lando, making herself comfortable again.

Lando shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Boredom, glory, attention from our parents," he said and Charles nodded in agreement.

"C'mon guys," he said to her and Max. "Please can we go?"

Suddenly they couldn't say no time him. Charles didn't know about the power he had. He didn't use it often, and didn't realise when he was.

Y/N returned to her cabin. She and Max got themselves ready. They dressed in the orange camp shirt and grabbed what weapons they had. Once ready the two of them met back up with Charles and Lando and they set off, sneaking their way out of camp.

Turns out, they were actively seeking out Monsters. Y/N hadn't expected it, but they really were walking around, looking for something they could kill. She supposed practicing on something alive, able to fight back, was better than the repetitive training they did at camp.

It wasn't long before they found one. Charles, Y/N and Max sat back as Lando took care of it, wearing a grin on his face.

The next monster Y/N and Max took down together. They always worked well as a team. The monster disappeared into dust before their very eyes.

"Do you guys remember the way back to camp?" Asked Y/N as they trekked through the woods. They had gone this way and that, and the way back to camp was no longer clear.

Suddenly she was thrown against the tree, the wind knocked out of her. "Y/N!" Max shouted as he ran after her. Lando and Charles jumped into action as Max helped her to her feet. Fucking minotaurs.

"I'm fine," she said as she grabbed her sword from the floor.

She and Max charged, swords brandished. The minotaur was no easy opponent, but the four of them worked hard. Sweat was on their brows as they swung their swords. Y/N and Max worked side by side until it was no more than dust on the floor.

Max dropped his sword. "Fuck," he breathed out as he walked over to her. Max grabbed a gentle hold of her head and checked her over for any injuries. "You're okay," he said to himself. "You're okay."

He cradled her head against his chest, his eyes falling shut.

Suddenly they were no longer in the woods. Again they were on the track, the cars out of focus, team names and sponsors unidentifiable. Max was in a blue suit and she herself was in a red one. "Max. What the fuck is going on?" She whispered as she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tight. "I..."

Still he held her head and kissed her forehead. "It's okay, lieveling," he said. "You just need to wake up."

Suddenly they were back in the woods, all four of them in their Camp shirts. "Guys, please. I'm so scared."

"Wake up," the three of them said together as she fell to the floor. "Wake up."

***

After weeks of nothing, her eyes flew open.

"Y/N!" The three boys cried as they rushed over to her bed, her hospital bed. Shit, it all came flooding back. The car hadn't been right for the entire day, but she pushed on. The team needed points and she needed her first championship. That was such a big mistake.

She looked at all four boys. "I dreamt of all of you," she said as she looked at Max, Lando and Charles. "We were superheroes, and then we were wizards, and then we were demigods."

The boys smiled to each other. Those were what they were using to keep her entertained while she was out. It only made sense that her subconscious would do something like this.

"In each new dream I was dating at least one of you."

"That makes sense," Lando said as he took her hand and squeezed. She squeezed back. He'd wanted this and nothing else every day for the last few weeks. "We are your boyfriends, after all."

She looked at them all, at the way they smiled at her. "Oh yeah. You are."

Max and Charles leaned in to kiss her, but she held her hand up, blocking them. "I don't think I've brushed my teeth in weeks. I love you guys but I'm not kissing you."

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[etoileee]

GUYSSS IM SORRY I FORGOT MY DAMN PASSWORD LMAO

I’m here and I’m gonna give you guys some pjo shifting motivation because I think some of you need it 🫶🏼

i think a lot of people love and find comfort in percy jackson because a lot of us do struggle with adhd and dyslexia (I myself am one of them) and see ourselves in these characters. struggling with feeling like nobody gets you, like you don’t belong, that you’re dumb… its definitely not fun but these books had provided an outlet that made me and a whole lot of others feel seen.

when I came back from my percy jackson dr for the first time I didn’t think I was gonna get so emotional, but I did. I speak for a lot of us when I say we’ve grown up with these characters and MEETING them is something absolutely mind blowing. not only because they are so loved, but because all of us had gone through similar struggles. to this day at my big junior in high school age I don’t know what the fuck 9 x 8 is, the words still seem to rearrange themselves when I try to read…

I guess what I’m saying is yes, when you shift, you’ll meet the characters you love so so much, but you’ll also relate and connect to them in a way that you probably can’t even imagine.

I think a lot of people haven’t shifted yet because they think that shifting is like dreaming, that it’s something that will slip through your fingers, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I’m sure a lot of you are thinking “but I do believe in shifting?” but I think some of you have a hard time actually wrapping your mind around it.

look around you right now. notice the temperature, the textures, the colors, the sensations, the smell, the sounds. notice how you are not dreaming.

THIS is EXACTLY what shifting is like. it is not like dreaming, because it’s NOT a dream it’s REAL.

look around you and imagine that you had shifted into where you are right now. its a bit trippy, isn’t it? looking at the world around you as if it isn’t your cr.

for example, look up from your device and imagine percy jackson in front of you right now. how does it make you feel? are you shocked? happy? afraid?

I really do believe that some people haven’t shifted yet because they think shifting will be like dreaming, and when they realize it isn’t like dreaming they are afraid of it subconsciously.

I’m here to tell you that it’s not scary at all. sure, you may wake up in your dr and start crashing out (which is totally understandable) but its not something you need to FEAR. please remember everything you desire will be there. it will be PERFECT and more than what you could ever imagine.

If you’re still worried you’ll start tweakin once you do shift, I find that scripting you’ll be calm and that you forgot you’ve shifted helps a lot. sure you’ll feel massive shock when you get back to your cr but initially when you wake up in your dr if you have those two things scripted you should be fine.

good luck to all you, sending so much love and good vibes. 🤍🖤✨🌊

[tsarinatorment]

Hi, Tsari! I am quite new to the Trials of Apollo fandom and new to the whole Percy Jackson Universe in general. I have already read some of your fics and they are all so beautifully written with the perfect wording and eloquence. All those heart-warming scenes that totally could fit in the actual books always warm my heart. Thank you.

I have a question though. Sorry if you've already answered something similar.

So, I'm thinking a lot about that scene where Apollo admits he forgot Yan, Gracie and Jerry's existence and I think that's only because of the whole mortal brain is so weak thing. He cares about his children even before they would arrive at Camp. As the God of Knowledge, he must remember everything especially people he loves. So, do you think would he feel embarrassment or guilt after ascending into Godhood again?

I think he would definitely apologize to them and basically re-introduce himself and would tell them he loves them no matter what happens and he is so proud of them how they handled themselves at Nero's tower. I just imagine a cute scene with lots of tears from the kids as well as from him. Also, first his kids would be definitely worried why a powerful God would want to talk to them. They don't know Apollo yet and Will or any other of their older siblings one day would just nonchalantly drop the bomb that they should go to the cabin bc Apollo is waiting for them to talk about something. They would definitely be terrified even if they got some stories about how Apollo is a chill, lay back father. But knowing something and experiencing something is two different things.

Oh, the angst, can you imagine? Poor Apollo is already on the edge blaming himself for his stupid mistake thinking he would never be able to repair their relationship and the first thing he notices that his kids are afraid of him. And then throughout the scene everything resolves and the kids understand that they are allowed and encouraged to express their real feelings and opinions even if that is not so flattening or respectful towards their father. And now they know what their older siblings mean when they say their father is different from the other Gods. So, happy end. Sorry for the long ask.

So, the actual ask is that do you think would he apologize and if yes, how would he do?

I don't know I just love that 3 new kids and there are so little stories about them. I just need them be cute with Apollo. Apollo is a good father and he cares about all of his children.

Hello! Welcome to the fandom, and I'm glad you're enjoying my stuff (I've spotted your name in my emails quite a lot recently; very much appreciated :D)

The TON Trio, as they're usually nicknamed, are fascinating on several levels, because of how they appear and what Apollo says about them, and while it's not something you mentiooned specifically in your ask, the first big question that always crops up with me about them is - how were they claimed?

Like, clearly they are - they're in Cabin Seven, no-one has any doubts that they're his kids - but also, they arrived while he was a mortal. Apollo himself couldn't have claimed them, but if they were still unclaimed they'd be in Cabin Eleven, even if they knew in advance that they were Apollo kids, because camp can't run the risk of putting kids in gods' cabins on their own word because what if the kid is lying? You'll have offended gods left, right and centre and that's not a good thing.

Apollo, ofc, we know would be delighted to let any kids stay in his cabin if he could, but camp politics (or more likely, Zeus' paranoia) has said no, and that still doesn't equate for the slighted gods whose offspring they actually were, etc... But I digress a bit here.

So: Apollo is mortal, Apollo cannot claim his kids, but his kids have still been claimed. This is where my various thoughts about Apollo being the patron of the camp etc. come into play, but specifically the headcanon I have that none of his kids have ever spent a night unclaimed in the camp - the theory that makes the most sense to me, personally, about how the TON trio were claimed, is that Apollo, when first setting the camp's protective borders up (because he was clearly involved with that), built in some sort of catch-all, where the camp can claim his kids on his behalf if he doesn't do it by sundown etc. Given he's the camp's founder, I don't think it's unrealistic to assume that would have been possible to set up, and it also explains how the TON trio are claimed without his personal intervention.

Why did Apollo set something like that up? Because he is, honestly, a good father (by god standards - he is, of course, a terribly neglectful one by mortal standards, but he's very clearly the best of the godly parents, as evidenced by how his kids act around him compared to what we see with other godly parent-demigod child relationships, yes, even Percy and Poseidon, but that is an essay for another time I see that ask in my inbox about their relationship, person who asked; I will get there eventually). His kids adore him, Will is not afraid to call him out on things, Will is not afraid to call out people trying to claim Apollo wants them all dead (see: BOO) even when his dad's been silent for months...

And this all suggests that Apollo is very present in his kids lives (again, by god standards). Will points out that Apollo not answering prayers for a month is weird enough that it worries the cabin, and I don't see why Apollo's dream visits needed to start when they arrived at camp.

So this is a headcanon of mine, admittedly, but I think Apollo lingers in his kid's dreams periodically their entire lives. They just don't know it's Apollo that happens to be the reoccurring figure in their dreams until they get to camp and he can finally introduce himself.

Where does this fit in with the TON trio? Well, this headcanon of mine means that Apollo's been in contact with them since they were very young, too. They don't know it was him, they don't know their absent father is a god, but the contact is there - and then it stops, but it's just dreams so maybe they grew out of that particular dream?

But then they get to camp, they're claimed as Apollo's kids and told by Will, Austin and Kayla about what's happening to their dad at the time. They learn second-hand about the figure in their dreams, and maybe they're disappointed or even resentful that they didn't hear it first-hand, like their siblings did, but they learn.

Then Apollo gets to camp, and he doesn't really recognise them but they don't recognise him, either. This isn't the sunshine goof in their dreams, this is some average-looking teenager with a broken nose that they first saw passed out like a loser in their cabin. It's awkward all around.

Apollo even comments on that, that none of them really react to him, either as their father or as a god. It's all a bit awkward and stilted between them and it's not the meeting any of them, TON trio or Apollo, were hoping for.

So yes, I do think that after this is all over, he spent time with them, back in the form they were familiar with (while this was never mentioned in the epilogue, he definitely spent time with all his kids, not just Will, so it would've happened them). Introduced himself properly, with all the recollections of them back in his mind, possibly even re-claimed them, so they knew that they were, without any doubt, both his and loved.

I don't think they were ever scared of him, though. It's a little hard to be scared of someone you've always known, even if you didn't know it at the time, and also of someone you've seen so low in their own life, especially when your siblings are so comfortable and happy with them.

Not the arrival at camp they deserved, or that Apollo wanted for them, or that in hindsight they wanted, either. But in the end, a little bit out of order, it would have happened.

[justanotherwildfangirlsstuff]

Percy Jackson & The Lightning Thief:

Holy shit there was so much I had forgotten here that I felt ashamed. I haven’t been able to reread the series since about 7-8 years ago but my books are practically falling apart from the amount of times I did read them as a teen. I remembered the gist of things but completely forgot about: The journey to Waterworld, freeing abused animals in Las Vegas, the helm of darkness being a part of things, the fight with Ares, CRUSTYS WATER BEDS, the obsession with Italian suits, how bad I felt for Cerberus and the red ball, Gabe’s abuse, Hades slander that will not be tolerated because dude’s chill tbh, Zeus being way more petulant than I remember (somehow) and it this makes me so much more excited to see how the series will bring this to life. Anyways, rereading this story brightened my day, brought back wonder to my life and I give it a 10/10.

Will each season be one book? Because with Disney’s obsession with only having around 10 episodes per season I worry things will be rushed. Especially in the later books when things get really crazy REALLY fast and there’s like 50 things happening at once (if I’m remembering things properly)

Random tangent, but Chiron is portrayed as this wise dude but how come he keeps forgetting that you really shouldn’t be trying to interpret the Oracle’s message? He’s been doing this for ages, how many times have his interpretations ACTUALLY been right? Still love him tho. Also, did the woman who was there with the Chimera and remembered everything a demigod? She recalled everything (just didn’t have the right words for it) so it kinda seems like the Mist wasn’t impacting her.

Favorite quote:

“‘How’d you die, then?’

I nudged Grover.

‘Oh,’ he said. ‘Um…drowned…in the bathtub.’

‘All three of you?’ Charon asked.

We nodded.

‘Big bathtub.’ Charon looked mildly impressed.”

[wheelsvoid]

INSIGNIFICANT ; THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES

⇢ you are thrown into the universe of the hunger games just before lucy gray baird’s story starts, and on a whim, you decide that you will be the one to take her place

masterlist insignificant m.list

genre: platonic, mostly angst

word count: 1,585

warnings: death, violence, weapons, blood, diseases

request: “If it's ok, I have an idea as a mix between this fic and your Percy Jackson one "Newer Worlds" Basically, Y/N is a part of our world and is dropped in TBOSAS world but before the events and the covey takes Y/N in. Like your precious Hunger Games fic, Lucy becomes a sister to Y/N. During the events of TBOSAS, Y/N takes Lucy's place and goes through the trials of the games. When Y/N returns from the games, Lucy is concerned but relieved that her sibling is ok and really gentle in helping Y/N through nightmares and general jumpiness post-games. Maybe, just a suggestion, of course, this leads Lucy to be mistrusting Snow?”

a million times yes, let’s get into it. unfortunately, not exactly what you asked, but that is because i wanted to prevent accidentally doing the movie word for word… and i forgot to add a few things :/. this plot does not belong to me, all rights go to suzanne collins, lionsgate films and everyone else involved with the movie.

chapter one: the only person on earth

I had lived the past fourteen years of my life in the closest thing I could call peace. I had good grades, I loved to read (and I read more often than maybe I should), and I had a so-so relationship with my mother.

My father was out of the picture, but it never bothered me too much. Being an only child was okay because at least I never had to deal with the inevitability of my mother picking a favourite child, and the possibility that it wasn’t me.

I was, what you could call, the odd one out, however. I didn’t have any friends, and the only other person I talked to—aside from my mother—was the really nice lady I saw at the bus stop every day before school. It was only by chance that she’d wait for the bus for work at the same time every weekday.

I sat there now, with my newest read in hand. It was called Legendborn, and I was finding that I loved it a lot so far.

Mrs. Kelly, the woman I mentioned, was surprisingly not at the bus stop today. I found it strange, given that she’d had a perfect work attendance, and I could only hope that she was okay. I had no number to call or friend to ask, so I could only pray she would show up tomorrow.

I watched, patiently, as the bus came around the corner and rolled to a stop. As I stood to get on, the doors creaked open. I could only stare, dumbfounded.

The driver’s seat lacked a driver, and as I slowly took a step on the bus, I peaked around to see it completely void of life.

I stood at the front of the bus for a long time, gripping my book tightly as I frowned at the strangely empty vehicle. 

I peered out the window, watching the cars going by. I wondered that if I could see within them, if they’d be abandoned too. I didn’t want to know the answer to my own question.

The sounds of the doors snapping shut took me by surprise. I was frozen for a moment before I slowly looked around the bus.

I felt like a puppet with strings when I began to take steps forward.

I took the seat I always did, at the very back of the bus, with the window directly to my right. My breaths were somehow steady, but my mind was a haze.

Why had I even gone on the bus in the first place?

The world around me was mess of colours and lights, swirling around in almost intoxicating ways. I found my eyes beginning to close, and my mind beginning to shut down.

The book fell from my hands, and I collapsed in my seat.

———

I woke up, my head aching and my clothes soaking wet. As I opened my eyes I saw the world slowly stop spinning, my vision no longer doubling.

I was no longer on the bus—or anywhere that I knew for that matter. I saw few people bustling around, but it was better than no one at all. They huddled together to keep warm and ran to their small, sad houses to avoid the rain.

I received merely one glance, from a woman I couldn’t have possibly known, and she looked just as confused to see me as I was to be here.

Then she was gone, and after minutes on the ground, I was all alone.

I got to my feet and took slow steps to see if I could figure out where I was. Despite knowing it was a new place to me, with grounds I had never walked before, it felt familiar.

The wind was cold on my arms, and I hugged them close to myself. My teeth chattered as my eyes wildly danced around, trying to spot something that could tell me where I was. Anything.

“Goodness!” A voice called over the sounds of the rain and the wind. I squinted my eyes as I turned my head, watching a figure make their way towards me. “You’ll get a cold if you stay out here.”

She was directly in front of me, and I was startled at how familiar she was. Her curly hair, her gorgeous, colourful dress. The way she spoke, carried herself, her concern. I had seen it all before.

I looked her in the eye—I knew those eyes.

I was staring into the eyes of Lucy Gray Baird.

I couldn’t speak. I was surprised with my own thoughts. Lucy Gray? The was illogical. Rachel Zegler would be more likely, but even then, why was she here? Or rather, how did I get here?

But this girl was too much like Lucy Gray to feel like how I had seen Rachel online. I was losing my mind trying to figure out who I was talking to.

“Let’s get you inside.” She said at my silence. I could only stumble over my own feet as she led me to a small shack in the middle of the beaten town.

Upon entering, I realized that it was not a home. It was a small shop that appeared to be selling mostly baked goods, but I saw some soups as well. It smelled nice in here, and it was warmer than the world outside, so I was pleased.

The girl was quick to rush off to a familiar blonde, asking for a jacket, or a shawl, or anything to keep me warm. She received a small blanket in return, and took it with a smile and a thank you.

“Here you go, darlin’.” She said gently as she wrapped the blanket around my shoulders. “Come sit over here.”

I did as she asked, and looked around the small shop to avoid the small group’s eyes. I hardly even noticed that they were there until I’d taken my seat.

I was so busy avoiding their stares that I didn’t even notice the girl speak to me. I turned to her in surprise, muttering, “what?”

“What’s your name, sweet thing?” She asked in the beautiful voice I had heard before.

I stared at her for a moment before I spoke, sounding unsure. “Y/N.” I said.

She laughed softly. “You sure? It didn’t sound it.” And when she smiled, I couldn’t help but do the same. “I’m Lucy Gray.” She said.

I held my breath, before forcing myself to calm down. I felt sick, and scared, and strangely overjoyed. My life had been just fine up until now, why did things have to change?

“And this is my cousin Maude Ivory, and…”

But I couldn’t hear a word that she was saying. I couldn’t hear anything but my racing heart.

———

It turned out that despite my horrible situation, things weren’t so bad. Of course, they weren’t exactly good, but at least I wasn’t alone.

I had no money, no family, nothing to call my own. Still, the Covey I had heard so much about were happy to bring me in.

I wasn’t any good at music, but I was a great listener. I was glad to be with such a lively group of people. Maude and Lucy were the most keen on making friends with me, and I never rejected their kindness.

The thought of telling anyone that I wasn’t of this world was scary, and so, I didn’t tell a soul. I never said anything out loud, and sometimes I tried my hardest not to think about it, too.

Although I did think about my mother. She wasn’t perfect, but neither was I, I suppose. I didn’t like the thought of leaving her for too long, so I could only hope that she was okay.

Lucy Gray seemed to understand that I was unfamiliar with the area. She had a look in her eyes like she could figure me out with a glance, but she never said anything out loud. She’d quietly explain the works of District 12, while avoiding Peacekeepers as she went. However, I did learn that some of them were nice.

It was strange seeing them now, knowing how different things would be in the future when Katniss Everdeen took her place as a victor alongside Peeta Mellark.

It was also strange knowing Lucy’s future, as it became clear to me that she had yet to become a victor, or even a tribute. She was just Lucy Gray, a songbird in District 12 with the rest of her Covey. I suppose they were mine now, too. Lucy had told me herself that they had no plans on letting me go far, for not only my safety but theirs.

The first three weeks with Lucy Gray and the Covey were as wonderful as I could hope for. Still, the longer I stayed here, the more worried I got. I couldn’t ignore the upcoming games, which I knew were only a month away. I couldn’t deny how much Lucy meant to me now—not only was she a character that I adored, I now had the honour of calling her a friend.

As Lucy Gray told me all about the songs she wrote and played for the people of District 12, I hid my worry deep in my mind and smiled at her. I would enjoy my month of happiness with her and the others, and hopefully come up with a plan on how to save her from the Games before the inevitable happened.

chapter two

[ephemeralstarss]

introduction to me!!!

hi! my name's noah and here are a few things about me and what I like!

i'm mainly in the marauders fandom, but i also like star wars, percy jackson and marvel

my favorite book is the song of achilles by madeline miller

i'm a minor

my favorite color is either red or green

i play the oboe (mainly) and the alto saxophone (and i'm in marching band)

i'm a trans guy and bisexual/aromantic

i'm american and brazilian (although my portuguese isn't nearly native level lmao)

i also use celsius

ao3 masterlist under the cut:

organized by length (completed, then uncompleted) and with all major ships

completed:

golden pass - marvel, oneshot, tony & peter, wc: 17.5k

For three months after an incident in a battle that leaves Tony hospitalized, Peter's convinced himself that Tony blames and hates him for what happened. One day in AP Physics, a yellow field trip slip makes its way to his desk.

the song of silence - marauders, oneshot, dorlene, wc: 16.5k

Marlene is sent to a boarding school in Scotland, far away from her home in Miami, Florida. One thing leads to another, and now she's gotten herself signed up for a bake fair.

all is found - marauders, oneshot, sirius & regulus, wc: 8.9k

When Regulus was younger, Sirius used to sing him a song before he fell asleep.   Where the North Wind meets the sea...

doors - marauders, oneshot, jegulus, wc: 8.8k

based off of this tweet by @padfootsluvrboy: "jegulus au where regulus is a seer and knows he's going to die and rejects james every time so he doesn't hurt him. (but when he finally says yes, suddenly that vision never comes back and they die old together)

spring blooming - marauders, oneshot, pandalily, wc: 7.7k

Lily Evans never thought she'd be a good mother, or a good girlfriend, for that matter.

make it stop - marauders, 3/3 chapters, rosekiller, wc: 7k

Everyone knew that Barty Crouch Jr. was insane. A psychopath that helped torture two people into insanity. A Death Eater. But what happened before that? What happened after? And the real question: How?

words on walls - marauders, oneshot, jegulus/marylily, wc: 3.9k

Months after the second wizarding war ends, Harry visits 12 Grimmauld Place. He goes into Regulus Black's room.

come back to me - marauders, oneshot, jegulus, wc: 3.4k

Regulus is captured by the aurors on a raid. James finds out (and so do Sirius and Remus).

forever and always - marauders, oneshot, sirius & regulus, wc: 3.3k

Sirius promised Regulus that he would love him, forever and always, no matter what. It seems that he forgot.

dusted over dreams - marauders, oneshot, jegulus, wc: 3.5k

Harry finds a loose floorboard in Sirius' younger brother's room.

his name - marauders, oneshot, sirius & dorcas, wc: 2.9k

based off a post by @not-rab where the basic premise is what would happen if dorcas called sirius by his brother's name

the green of his eyes - marauders, oneshot, jegulus/wolfstar, wc: 2.8k

What would happen if Harry from canon met another Harry from an alternate universe?

professor black - marauders, oneshot, jegulus, wc: 2.3k

No one knows anything about Professor Black. Except for Olivia Bones, who intends to find out.

pens and parchment - marauders, oneshot, regulus & lily, wc: 2k

One day, Regulus walks into the library to find Lily Evans sitting at his table. His quill breaks. A friendship forms.

they don't deserve you - marauders, oneshot, regulus & pandora, wc: 2k

Pandora doesn't need to read a piece of paper to know that Regulus is dead. She felt it when her soul was ripped in two.

cookies and muffins - marauders, oneshot, jegulus, wc: 1.9k

based off of this post by @jeguluvr where the basic premise is that james makes tiktoks about food and regulus is the taste tester. who is also a world famous model. they're also married.

azkaban: the perfect place to make a friend - marauders, oneshot, sirius & barty, wc: 1.8k

Sirius makes a friend in Azkaban

pink dresses - marauders, oneshot, rosekiller, emeralds friend group, wc: 1.8k

Barty always thought he would be the first to die.

When (Lily) Falls In Love - marauders, oneshot, marylily, wc: 1.8k

Lily falls in love with a girl with the prettiest eyes she's ever seen.

we'll meet again - marauders, oneshot, regulus & pandora, harry & luna, wc: 1.7k

in history, some things are bound to repeat themselves. sometimes, those things are people.

breathe. - marauders, oneshot, jegulus, wc: 1.4k

Regulus Black is gone. James Potter can’t find it in himself to breathe.

i love you. - marauders, oneshot, jegulus, wc: 1k

Regulus Black has never said I love you.

the voices in my head - marauders, marylily, wc: 1k

Mary Macdonald is hearing voices.

letter to an old poet - marauders, wolfstar, wc: 975

Remus doesn't know where it all went wrong.

incomplete:

alignment - marauders, jegulus/wolfstar, WIP, current wc: 121k

On Sirius' ninth birthday, he leaves Tatooine with a boy named James, leaving his little brother Regulus behind to join the prestigious Jedi Order under the wing of Master Gideon. Ten years later, Regulus meets a group of smugglers, leaving Tatooine behind for good. They pick up a job of spice running. --or-- a jegulus and wolfstar star wars au

cracked shells - marauders, mainly regulus centered but eventual jegulus, WIP, current wc: 11k

At the age of five years old, Regulus Black is presumed to be a squib. He's thrown out by his parents, his and Sirius' minds being wiped in the process. The Wizarding World believes him to be dead. The only things he has left? A deep burn on his palm, a piece of paper with his name, and the little spark of fire that comes out of his fingertips when he snaps.

will you still be with me when the magic's all run out - marauders, jegulus/wolfstar/dorlene/pandalily, WIP (hiatus), current wc: 34k

Ever since Sirius left the Isle with James Potter, Regulus has been bitter. Alone. Forgotten. But one day, things chance. A certain opportunity comes forwards for Regulus and his friends, and they would simply be fools not to take it. or, a Descendants AU

black birds - marauders, ted/andromeda, lucius/narcissa, past alice/narcissa, WIP, current wc: 8k

Born to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, there were three sisters. The eldest, Bellatrix Black. The middle, Andromeda Black. And the youngest, Narcissa Black. And yet, despite all coming from the same name and from the same house, their lives twist in completely different ways.

[justanotherduck26]

Welcome home Percy.

Wait for me series

Book Annabeth chase x eventually adopted Jackson gender neutral Reader

This series will go through Percy jackson and the olympians & Heroes of Olympus

Trigger warnings ⚠️ swearing, smelly Gabe

Also yes I know Excalibur isn't part of Greek mythology but Welsh mythology that will be explained later why Y/n has it

I woke up in a cold sweat in my bed. I had that dream again although it felt more like a distance memory. The dream there was 4 other people 2 females and 2 males. The one male had furry legs ,horns,curly hair and brown eyes he looked around probably like 13 if she had to guess. The second male had blue eyes and blonde hair he looked around 14 he was also carrying the younger girl one his back she was asleep so I could only see her wavy blonde hair covering her sleeping face. The oldest female looked around twelve she had choppy short black hair with striking blue eyes and.......she was shouting my name as if she was looking for me. Why did they seem so familiar? And why can't I remember them? Honestly I can't remember much about my life before Sally and Percy jackson found me.

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" Good morning mom." I said as I walked into the kitchen ever since Sally found me that day her and Percy became my family and I called Sally mom........ I thought about telling mom but something told me to wait I'd just tell Percy later.......oh yeah I forgot he goes to that fancy school......Yancy fancy......? Or something like that. Even though he's been going there for quiet some time I still forget he's gone honestly it's a very odd felling. Mom left for work shortly after breakfast leaving me alone with my abusive adopted father smelly ass Gabe.

I was hiding from Smelly Gabe and his friends when I heard the door.

"Huh that's odd. Mom shouldn't be home yet." I thought to myself but then I heard a male voice one I hadn't heard in six months . " Where's my mom?" Percy asked. "She's at work ya got any cash?" Gabe replied without looking up. "I don't have any cash. " Percy replied. I felt bad for Percy probably having to stare at the 3 hairs on the back of Gabes head. I'm not exactly sure what happened after that but I heard someone's hand slam on the table and Gabe shouting at Percy. I could hear footsteps coming towards my room and a chill ran down my spine I quickly grabbed the sword that Sally had found me when I was 7 . I was now twelve. Sally always said it was a toy but the sword felt real to me on it in Latin was the name Excalibur on it. How I could read the Welsh word on it i had no idea just like I had no idea how I could read Greek but not English. I pointed it at the door as the door swung open.

"Whoa Whoa no need to get all defensive it's just me." Percy said his goofy grin as he waved his hands in mock surrender. " ........Hey Percy have you ever gotten the feeling....." I started. " That someone or something is watching us?" Percy finished and I nodded Percy was about to reply when the front door opened. "That's mom you better go say hi." I said and pushed him out of my room .

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I didn't really paying attention to what was being said in the other room because I still had the feeling I'm being watched but Montauk was mentioned and that's how I found myself in the back of the car with Percy and mom. Once we got there I stayed back a little bit to let Percy and Sally have quality time together. As I moved about the cabin I remembered the times Percy, Sally and I had spent on the beach the sand castle contests, who could find the prettiest shells mom always won those. Roasting food on fires. Once it got dark and both Percy and I fell asleep it was like Percy and I were sharing a dream both staring at the white horse and eagle trying to kill each other neither of us knew what to do so we both just stood there... Until Percy started running towards them although he was doing it slowly and the Eagle's beak was pointed at the horses eyes . We both woke up in a cold sweat.

" Did you see what I saw?" Percy asked and I nodded.

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With the next clap of thunder mom woke up . "Hurricane!" Mom exclaimed. That's odd Long Island never gets Hurricanes. Mom sprung up when someone pounded at the door when she opened it she revealed a familiar presences one from my dreams and by the look on his face when he saw me he recognized me too.

"Grover....." Percy said

[phantomram-b00]

So I realize I never did an introduction before, untillll now as spooky season is here so why not make-

Boo!

Gotcha >:) but as I was saying, I thought why not make one now, (and maybe one day I might make those meet the artist, let see)

Soooo, spooky to meet you, I’m Phantomram…BOO

Sorry had to again. But you can call me Phantom or Ram; whichever you prefer or all together, hey, the world is your oysters. Or ostrich. Just a shy yet very talkative ghost that love to talk about good omens. If you ever wanted to talk, you can just please be mindful, I am shy and not the best with conversations but I’m happy to talk. And uh, if you ever want to ask me question whether to get to know be better or ask anything about good omens, Ahh you can ask in the ask my anything box ^^ but I will reveal info here starting now!

About me:

-Age: 21 (or as my family member say, I’m old.)

-Zodiac: I’m an April Aries!

-MBTI: INFP

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-height: 5’3 (I’mma fun-sized ghost)

- just to add as I wasn’t comfortable at the time but now I am, I’m autistic ^v^

My scary interest:

-GOOD OMENS! (I love this show and also the book as I’m slowly reading it. I’ve watch this back in 2019/2020? And I love it and waited when the second season came and it did and now I’m loving this show and now going to wait patiently for season 3. But for now, this is my main hyperfixation, and I can’t get enough of it. I love it. But I promise I do have other interest to so let continue 😅)

- Art/drawing/(sometimes) writing

- magic/fantasy

- music (my music taste is haha complicate.)

- books (I love them, I wish my attention span a bit better but I do love a good read.)

- horror movies

- dnd

- oversized jackets! (Specifically the one with the zippers) or trench coats.

- mythology.

- Halloween

-Broadway/Movies/Shows

Shows/movies/books/games I love:

- Good omens (love love love!)

- Little shops of horrors

- Soul eater

- Coraline (I do wanna read the book tho)

- Star Wars (I seriously still need to catch up to watch Ahsoka aahhhh! 😭)

- Transformers

- Sally Face

- Percy Jackson (haven’t finished reading but I do like it so far and I can’t wait for the show coming up)

-murder drones

- FNAF (yes I’m excited for the movie coming out, I’ve been waiting for this movie since middle school-)

- MK (mortal Kombat)

- owl house/Amphibia/ducktales/Svtfoe

-TMNT (edit: because I forgot to add this Idek how I forgot this)

And more that I can’t think of. I can’t collect them all, I’m not ash Ketchum or any Pokémon trainer. I’m just a ghost on the internet let me have this.

Four random fact about me:

- when it came to doing the MBTI test, my introvert was almost 100%.

- despite being Latine/Latinx I can’t speak Spanish to save my life 😅

- my mom once banned coraline because it was “too scary”

- I learn about zodiac because of animal crossing of all things

“Can I use the ask me anything?”/dm you?: yes! You can ^^ I know some used it (for the ask me anything at least), but if you want to ask me anything go right ahead. I’m happy to answer (almost) anything you like. As for the dm, sure, especially if you’re a mutual I have here, you can ^v^, just all I ask is please be respectful and be mindful. That literally all I ask from you :))

However what I do not allow on this page and imma make this very clear: if you are racist, homophobic, transphobic or just bottom line don’t care about humans rights or any rights at all. Please go and do fucking better and leave me and my fellow ghostly pals alone. Please and thank you very much.

‼️BOUNDRIES: please do not use my ama for donations ask as scammers are using this tactic. If you disrespect this, I will ignore or delete your ask. Please use my AMA for anything else. Any questions. Please don’t cross this boundaries ‼️

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And uhh, I guess that’s all. Have a spooky Friday 🤭

[downturnedhierophant]

hi, i'm ella and back to the basics

hi! i'm ella. my name's not actually ella. and english is not my first language. i created this tumblr blog so i could write about the books i'm reading as a way to encourage myself to read more by keeping this page updated somewhat regularly.

you see, when i was a child, i used to read all of the time. i would devour books like i needed them to fill my stomach. but then my teenage years came and i acquired a smartphone, and also depression. the last one wasn't voluntary. i came to read less and less with time. now i am an adult and i've been missing the way that books made me feel when i was younger, also i am, and i don't say this lightly, fucking tired of my smartphone and how it seems to make my brain numb. so now i'm on a journey to rediscover the pleasure of reading.

in the beginning of the year, i set a goal to myself to read 12 books by the end of the year. 1 book per month. easy enough, right? well, i started well, made a pact with my friend that we would re read the first percy jackson and the olympians book because the series was airing and we are huge fans. i read it. she didn't because she was on vacation and forgot the book at home, which is okay because she doesn't need it, she reads waaaay more books than i do. all the time. but it was interesting to start the journey with a book that made me so happy as a child and that i'm obsessed with 'till this day.

after that, my adult life came crashing at me. i started studying for a big test that could give me a stable job and was also working on my final thesis to finish my degree (it's journalism), therefore i really couldn't focus on my reading goal, especially because it wasn't a part of my routine anymore. so now i have graduated, i'm on an internship (hoping to be hired) and i want to try and take on my goal again.

as of now i have to read 10 books (i read one more in the meantime) in four months.

i wish to slowly come back to myself and step away further and further from what the suffocating technology (ironic, because i'm here) and bad mental health has done to my brain. this is my attempt to do so.

- ella from the downturned hierophant

[constelationprize]

hi! i’d love if you’d answer a, u, and o for the ask game

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

I am currently in Rhaenicent brainrot lockdown. (someone posted a full edit of them to the full 3:39 minutes of Good Luck Babe to YouTube and I'm being very mentally well about it). My beloved doomed yuri. I cannot wait until Alicent has to (redacted) (redacted) (redacted) Rhaenyra and then be miserable about it the rest of her life. I don't care if she's not on Dragonstone in the books life will find a way.

HOWEVER I have also been enjoying the armandaniel/Devil's Minion content we have gotten from the IWTV fandom post-finale. They are horrible. I do nothing but look at memes about them all day.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Instead of choosing I will just shuffle my downloaded songs and report back to you.

I got An Act of Kindness by Bastille and I'm gonna assign that to jeanee :)

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

This one is fun because I instantly forgot every media I've ever consumed.

So, uh.

Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians – Baby's first morally grey character. I just find him so fascinating as a foil to Percy and as a villain in and off himself. Unfortunately he is struck by the curse of being part of a middle grade franchise and so people often engage with his character in a very black-and-white way, and I hate how people use a single, ambiguous line in his literal last scene to moralize about him. ANYWAY. He did in fact do all that shit but he was Literally Right. So.

Adam Parrish, The Raven Cycle – he's truly the perfect character. He's a liar. He's traumatized. He refuses to accept help and be perceived and so tries to do everything himself, always resulting in making things 100% worse. Most of his problems could be solved by open communication and polyamory, and he refuses to do either. He's a real magician that does fake card readings for money. He does absolutely everything wrong and still manages to get everything he wants. He got rid of one of the villains by framing him for murder. He fully killed a guy. He's even bisexual. What's not to love?

Mallory Glass aka Sister Carpenter, The Silt Verses – Maybe my favorite podcast protagonist of all time. Attack dog of the faith. She's jaded and cynical and still gets emotionally attached to almost everyone she meets. The only thing she wants in life is a peaceful retirement from making horrible human sacrifices and two separate gods refuse to let her. We listen as she gets more and more tired of the world around her and the path the marginalization of her youth led her to take, and is still forced to keep going. Owner of the iconic line "Tell me more about your god, I wanna know whose house I wrecked", a batshit moment in a batshit episode that's been in my main blog bio for two years. I'm not ready to say goodbye to her this Thursday :(

[frogofalltime]

11.02.2024

i woke up at 8am with extremely painful cramps. i got up to use the bathroom, took paracetamol, went back to bed, and eventually got back to sleep after an hour or so ?

then i woke up again at 12:30pm and just stayed in bed until finally getting up at 3pm. i was in so much pain and i felt very nauseous.

i ate a toasted bagel, a pear, and a bowl of leftover rice and beans from last night. i also read a chapter of percy jackson and the sea of monsters. my flatmate started cooking fish and the smell was very gross and overwhelming so i quickly got out of the kitchen, but i forgot to microwave my heat pad that i use instead of a hot water bottle, so i just had to suffer :(

i used the hair dryer robin lent to me to dry my walking shoes which got soaked through in the snow last week. it worked pretty well, idk how to use hair dryers for their intended purpose but i have successfully dried wet shoes with this method a few times lol

then i went back to bed and did nothing at all until around 8pm when i made myself two hummus and salad sandwiches and ate them with bombay mix.

i read more of my book while eating an apple and some hazelnut chocolate which i was really craving. then i was in too much pain to sit up in a chair so i went back to my room.

i used the bathroom and brushed my teeth and now i am in bed yet again. i have basically been curled up in bed all day. i feel awful physically and mentally. periods are the worst for me because they hurt so badly and also cause so much gender dysphoria :( i hope it gets easier soon :(

[tinasturner]

Omg that's such a diverse list of artists I love it LMAO!! I'm throwing it back I'm currently obsessed with Linkin Park, Three Days Grace, and Skillet rn but Olivia Rodrigo is also always up there along with Hamilton, the musical

What is your favorite books??

omg i’ve yet to listen to any of those bands yet but your taste is so cool !! and yeah, my spotify wrappeds are very fun genre-wise lol.

favorite books are so hard omg, i cannot pick an all time category but i have some picks:

favorite childhood book: i’ll give you the sun (i’ve reread this so many times and it always hits in a different way)

favorite fantasy book: the vampire lestat (made me actively dislike anne rice but lestat is very fun)

favorite contemporary romance: get a life, chloe brown (i have a lot of hate for booktok as i just kept getting recommended absolute garbage (or just incredibly boring stuff) but this book was such a fun time)

[note: so sorry beloved, i forgot i didn’t finish this and ran out of steam for this format so i’ll just add some more faves below 😭] giovanni’s room and if beale street could talk are some recent favorites, i love elena ferrante’s the neapolitan novels, the percy jackson series is another childhood beloved, crying in h mart, in the dream house and a thousand splendid suns. i think next year i want to read more older books (for now just meaning anything before 1990). do you have any favorites?

[verminviscount]

ive been made aware that i have strong opinions on my personal ranking of percy jackson characters so im making a post about it. bc thats what we do here on tungle.hell. experiencing brain worms? spread the word. @garecc i invite you to include your own brain worms here

for those who may not know, which i expect is most of my followers here, Travis (garecc) and i go way back to the days of a trials of apollo discord server that has since crumbled under the weight of various discourse and does not exist at this time. so if anyone understands pjo brain rot, its him.

ONTO THE RANKING. ill be focusing on main characters bc if i include side characters we'll be here all day and Sally Jackson would be every character in this top 5.

1. Hazel Levesque. Deserves better in the eyes of fandom. Gained pretty good control over the mist within one book. Has a cool magic horse. Similar tragic backstory to Nico, but not sulking about it. No shame in sulking, but its cool to see someone go through bad shit and come out still feeling mostly okay.

2. Will Solace. Unfortunately for me, I haven't finished the trials of apollo series yet, so i dont know THAT much about Will as he's primarily a background character. But Apollo kids and medics both get my utmost respect and appreciation, always. and he's a little bit of a sarcastic little shit, but the kind where people dont get annoyed with you bc its almost always funny and lighthearted. i know from hearing people talk about tsats that he's also a Sad Boy (which is to be expected as a demigod, tragedy physically cannot leave you alone.), and im excited to read about someone with my personality go through a mental breakdown :D!

3. Frank Zhang. Listen to me. How can he not be this high up. I don't even know where to begin with this guy, he's so gods damned cool. He's just such a good character and a good dude too! I'd love to be his friend. What a sweetheart, iirc he was the only person at camp jupiter who wasnt freaked out by Nico? he's so nice. children of Ares/Mars are usually mean, and he's so nice. i love him so much. also his life force is connected to a chunk of wood, which is kinda neat. he's a legacy of poseidon. he's canadian. im pretty sure his first name is Westernized bc his grandma calls him Fai, my last name was westernized when my great grandparents came over so i sort of get it though not nearly to the same degree. I ALMOST FORGOT HE CAN SHAPESHIFT!!! DUDE what a cool guy. we gotta move on, i gotta cut myself off. give him more attention in your fan works

4. Nico di Angelo. obviously a fan favorite, but im talking canon Nico here. im not talking about an uwu soft emo boi. im talkin about a sarcastic, pessimistic, deeply insecure little dude. listen, im not gonna talk about the things i love about nico because its been said a million times. its nothing new. im just gonna say that i love reading about characters that go through awful awful trauma and still overcome and find joy on the other side.

5. Rachel Elizabeth Dare. so my impulse is to put Leo here bc i adored him when i first read HoO. and if i didnt really think about it, i wouldve put him. but... Rachel!! how can you not love her! a mortal lady who can see through the mist, she fought with a hairbrush, she's the liveliest and loveliest oracle of delphi camp halfblood has ever and will ever know, she’s from money and hates it, she's an activist, an artist, way more helpful than the last oracle for sure. the mummy in the attic just left you to fend for yourself, Rachel will at least try to help you interpret what a prophecy means. she's blunt and talks a mile a minute, i love seeing my "flaws" represented positively in media.

honorable mentions: Leo Valdez of course, easily my number 6 spot. Apollo/Lester, we love seeing immense character development. Grover Underwood, probably the first time i ever had a definitive favorite character. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, romance would be dead and we wouldnt have a series without them.

[the-algebra-thing]

so this week I reread percy jackson and the olympians. I skipped the first one bc I read it out loud to my baby sister a few months ago and remembered most of it just fine, but I read the other four in like. yeah. the last four days or something. I have many thoughts which I may subject you to but for now I have One thing to say

I have not read these books in I literally don't even know how long. I'm not sure I had ever even read them more than the one first time when I was in like middle school. I reread heroes of olympus in high school sometime, but not the original series, and I don't even remember just about anything from those ones, either. there were many many things I forgot, basically. it has been a week full of surprises.

how ever. when I got to the end of the last olympian, which I read all in one several-hour sitting just now, the prophecy was delivered for the next series, right? and to my great surprise if it had been a movie I would have been able to recite it along with rachel word for word. I was not ready for it to be so burned into my brain and I'm really confused about it To be honest. what an insane experience I can't even articulate to you guys how easily and forcefully it came back to me