#he was the son of God but he was also a child

[avelera]

So apparently, Fortiche shared concept art where Jayce's Hexcorization in the cave would extend all the way to his face:

And this is really interesting to me from a narrative perspective, here's why:

Much of S2 Jayce's arc is incredibly... punitive. Like, he is really being punished step by step for everything he did wrong in S1. From Renni terrorizing and almost killing him for the death of her son, to Viktor leaving him "for another woman" (the Hexcore as represented by Sky) much like Jayce left him for politics as represented by Mel, there's really a sense of the narrative not only tearing Jayce down to his bare essentials (something that's very common for TV writing to do, by the way, it's very common that you want to see characters reduced down to who they are for their "long night of the soul" moment before they learn the lessons of what they really stand for before going into the climax armed with those lessons), but Jayce's time in the cave really goes even further than that and not only does S2 take away his political career, his Hextech ambitions, his state as someone able-bodied, much of his strength, and certain other gifts, it looks like in this draft they considered taking away his beauty too.

I think it would have been interesting either way if they had, but I want to dive into the narrative structure of action and punishment in Arcane, why Hexcorizing Jayce's face might have been a step too far and not really addressed a lesson he needed to learn, and my thoughts on punitive character arcs in general in Arcane (or lack thereof), specifically with regards to Jayce and Caitlyn.

I've mentioned elsewhere that I always found it interesting that much of the hate directed towards Jayce by the fans was for his perceived incompetence in difficult moments, rather than at how naturally gifted he seems to be at everything.

When I first watched S1 on my own, I thought Jayce was a bit unbearable because everything comes so easily to him (after Viktor becomes his partner and Hextech takes off as a result, that is). He is naturally beautiful, he's built like a god but doesn't appear to do any sort of exercise routine to maintain this other than working in the forge, he becomes the Man of Progress and rockstar of Piltover pretty much without trying, girls are literally sighing dreamily as he goes by.

He's also naturally a genius, from what we see, revolutionizing multiple industries with one invention. Even his rescue as a child is a literal miracle and it spurs him to create an invention that makes him a rockstar. When he enters politics, he immediately dominates, to the point where he's able to get a unanimous vote to overthrow the founder of the city within weeks of going there. Even in battle he's naturally gifted and naturally lucky during the raid of the Shimmer factory (up until the death of Renni's son), even though he has no prior skills as far as we know. He also wins the love of arguably the most beautiful woman in the series, again, seemingly without trying.

Then, S2 doesn't just take all of this away from him, it seems to go a step further into actually punishing Jayce for how easy and miraculous his life was in S1.

I'm of two minds about the Hexcorization reaching his face, but I have a hypothesis. I think it would have looked fucking rad but, I kinda get why they didn't do it:

Because Jayce's good looks are not something he can control, unlike the other things the narrative punishes him for.

Insofar as he can control his looks, he gives up on the clean-cut, immaculate "Golden Boy" image. Even in the idealized astral plane, he keeps most of the marks of his time in the pit like his hair and beard. I think it's because Jayce likes who he became down there. The clean-cut version of him was always the mask of him trying to please others, Jayce's appearance after he emerges from the cave is him shedding the opinions of others (contrast this with how Viktor idealizes himself in the astral plane, removing all marks of his illness. This isn't a criticism, just an interesting point of contrast).

So basically, my theory is Fortiche may have pulled back on Hexcorizing Jayce's face on the one hand to soften the visuals a bit, but secondly because it keeps the focus on punishing Jayce for things he chose to do, rather than things he doesn't really have control over.

But make no mistake, the narrative comes down hard on Jayce in S2, for every little thing the fans could and often did hate him for in S1. He pays for all of them, arguably in excess of what he maybe deserved, since as he says he didn't ask for any of this. But he did go along with it, and there's where the hammer of consequence (quite literally) comes down on him, tears away all his privileges, drags him down to literally the level of Viktor when he first left the undercity and says, "You have to do it all again but now focused on what really matters, and it's going to be ten times harder than it ever was."

This, in my opinion, is why Jayce is so popular coming out of S2. It is a hell of an arc, it's a hell of a redemption! You gave the man everything any man could want, then you took it all away, and then as his crowning moment of showing he has truly learned these lessons and made up for his mistakes, he makes possibly the most loving gesture possible, puts his weapons down, and reaches out to the person he loves most and literally sacrifices himself on the altar of his mistakes to make things right and show Viktor he is loved, and to protect Viktor from the horrifically lonely fate of his future self. It doesn't get any more noble, loving, or self-sacrificing than that.

Because more than we like to see a character punished we like to see them learn from their mistakes and come back better. Jayce's S2 nobility is earned, perhaps even to excess, no one can question whether he suffered enough to make up for what he did in S1 but even the most uncharitable read of him in S1, his biggest hater, would have to agree his time spent starving to death in agony, alone in that cave for months, has got to be just about the worst punishment a human can face and live.

Which is one reason I must add that I find it a little puzzling that Arcane's creators didn't predict the hate that Caitlyn would get in S2.

Keep in mind, because this is very important, the Arcane creators did not make S2 in response to fan reactions to S1. S2 was already in production and the script was locked in and done before anyone outside their organizations saw S1. So nothing that happens in S2 is as a result of fan response.

But, the creators did understand that Jayce was going to need to suffer narrative punishment for what he did in S1 in order to be redeemed, whether they predicted how hated he would be after S1, they did predict that redemption would be necessary. And boy-howdy, did they give him a hell of a redemption arc!

But Caitlyn's S2 actions are almost in lock-step similar to Jayce's S1 actions, being manipulated (by a Medarda!) into accepting power, but maybe not having a choice in the matter, but still maybe expanding that power on their own because it is useful in its own right. Caitlyn also makes terrible mistakes. A child doesn't die but people in the undercity do get hurt during her rage-fuled raids, even if most of them are mob bosses and their goons. The narrative asks, does that make it right? Caitlyn like Jayce hurts the person closest to her who is from the undercity and uses bigoted language against the people of the undercity to Vi's face in much the same way that Jayce did to Viktor on the bridge, though in Jayce's defense, he apologized immediately after.

So, seeing how hated Jayce was coming out of S1, to the point where there's still barely any merchandise of him, I'm shaking my head rather ruefully that there was so much merch made for Caitlyn this time around. And I get it! Caitlyn and Vi were very popular after S1, they are intentionally THE main romance of the show and it was a very popular romance coming out of the innocence of their meet cute in S1.

But it's a romance that dearly needed a longer third act if you wanted Caitlyn to be as embraced after her mistakes as Jayce was after making up for his all through S2. You need to give her as long or at least as in-depth of a redemption act with as much suffering and acknowledgment of her mistakes if you want Vi and Caitlyn at the end to get celebrated the way Jayce making it up to Viktor is, because as much as I understand the choice to focus on pacing instead of exposition, and I do think Caitlyn's apology and realization of her mistakes are there on the page more than people complain, I do also agree that it is a bit "blink and you'll miss it" even if it's there. Jayce got a whole episode of being thrown into the Torment Nexus for his mistakes, real or imagined, if you didn't like him or his choices, you definitely got the sadistic glee of watching life kick the stuffing out of him for what he did in S1.

But besides her fight with Ambessa, which was a result of a confluence of many events in the story, not just Caitlyn's mistakes, Caitlyn doesn't really suffer much for the mistakes she made to those she loves. Her losing an eye to Ambessa didn't happen because she said bigoted things to Vi or became a short-term puppet dictator of Piltover. It was a result of Ambessa's actions and maneuvering more than it was a result of Caitlyn's personal mistakes to her loved ones.

In contrast, Jayce's time in the pit gave him the chance to reflect on and suffer for the the mistakes he made that led to the Anomaly that led to him being down in this pit, and what he would do to make it up to his loved ones like Viktor when he returned. Caitlyn never got a moment like that and from what I'm seeing of the vitriol directed towards her, so similar to what Jayce got after S1, it seems like she really needed it if we were going to like her to the same extent again, in a way uncomplicated by lingering questions about whether she ever truly learned the lessons her character needed to learn to grow as a person.

And it's just funny to me that a narrative that was so aware that this whole huge punishment arc was needed to rehabilitate Jayce wasn't aware that we'd need one for Caitlyn too, at least if they're going to move all that merch they made for her (please give us Jayce merch, Riot, I'm begging).

[goysus]

Gods. I love this man. The number of times I’ve committed to a bit just like this is crazy. I will so often start a bit with a friend, and then we just drive every other friend up the fucking walls with it.

me and one of my friends bought a build-a-bear frog together because neither of us could afford it on our own, and this led to us being married with a child for the next 4 years straight. We exchanged rings. We split custody of our son and traded him back and forth throughout the week. I have bought him so many outfits from the thrift store (baby’s clothes) and we treat him like he is a real little guy. I know his birthday. What’s worse? me and this friend acted like a married couple all the fucking time. We called each other “hubby”, “hunny”, “work wife”, “darling”, “my beloved”, etc… our friends were driven up the goddamn wall. I should also mention: this was entirely a bit. I’m aroace and they, at the time, thought they were lesbian (I am a trans man)(they don’t know their sexuality, but it’s not me).

anyways! I love this fucked up man and his addiction to toxic yaoi! (I know that is not the technical term. I’m being silly!)

Fit: I'm going through a hard time right now. Things just haven't been the same since... he left. The light of my life.

Fit: [Looking at chat] That was a joke guys, I'm not– I didn't– It's not meant to be angst, ok? It's a joke, it's a joke! It's a joke, c'mon! That was just too easy.

Fit: Yeah, I just think– he's probably dead! You know? He's probably dead, but that's alright. I'll be dead soon too, so it's fine. [Looking at chat] No– I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm not meaning to be angsty, it's just a fckin' habit, ok? [Laughs] I just like– like a sleeper-agent– There's something that activates in my brain that's just like, "You will do gay angst, NOW."

Fit's taken his character's separation anxiety to the next level. 🥀

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TRANSCRIPT

Fit: [Reading chat] "Why does your look like a homeless? I'm scared" Oh, I'm sorry. Are you offended by my appearance, because I am unhoused at the moment? [Stares at the camera] Wow, that's really– that's really insensitive of you. Alright?

Fit: I'm going through a hard time right now. Things just haven't been the same since... he left. The light of my life. But... it's just– you know.

Fit: [Looking at chat] That was a joke guys, I'm not– I didn't– It's not meant to be angst, ok? It's a joke, it's a joke! It's a joke, c'mon! That was just too easy, that was a fckin' layup! [Mimes throwing a basketball] That was a fckin' layup, and y– [Laughs] Ah, c'mon guys, I'm just teasing ya.

Fit: Yeah, I just think– he's probably dead! You know? He's probably dead, but that's alright. I'll be dead soon too, so it's fine. [Looking at chat] No– I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm not meaning to be angsty, it's just a fckin' habit, ok? [Laughs] It's just a fckin' habit! [Laughs] I just– Yeah, I'm twistin' the knife– I'm just gettin' it in there– [Mimes twisting a knife] Like, "Get! Get!"

Fit: I'm sorry. I'm sorry– it's my birthday. It's my birthday, you need to be nice to me on my birthday. I– I can say whatever I want on my birthday, ok?

Fit: [Reading chat] Yeah, "He can't help but roleplay gay angst." I know, I just like– as soon as I see like, the moon, under a starry Minecraft night sky, I just like– like a sleeper-agent, like MK Ultra, that just like– There's something that activates in my brain that's just like, "You will do gay angst, NOW."

[Later]

Fit: The stench is endearing, if anything. It's endearing. [Reading chat] "No wonder he left"?

[He dramatically clutches his chest like he's in pain, then leans out of frame]

Fit: I've said this: just because something is true does not mean you need to say it out loud! There is a time and a place, you require social awareness, I feel like. You lack social awareness right now– [He glances at chat] Am I blurry? God dammit– Stream's going to hell in a hand basket. Let me- let me get into focus.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

LUPERCALIA

Pairings: Emperor Geta x Fem!reader Summary: You participate in Lupercalia with your husband. Warnings: 18+ smut. MDNI mention of whipping, nudity. p in v

This is my first fic for my Valentine event!

Valentine Masterlist

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The torches burned low in the grand halls of the Palatine Palace, their golden glow flickering against the marble columns. Beyond the palace walls, Lupercalia roared through the streets of Rome. Laughter and drunken chants echoed through the Forum, accompanied by the steady pounding of bare feet against stone. The scent of sacrificial blood, burnt offerings, and spiced wine carried on the cold February air.

From the terrace overlooking the city, Emperor Geta stood, his expression unreadable as he observed the chaos below. Half-naked Lupercalia, still streaked with goat’s blood, ran wild, striking young women with thin strips of hide in a ritual meant to bless them with fertility and ease childbirth. The women laughed and shrieked, but they did not run. They stood willingly, arms outstretched, eager for the blessing.

At his side, you watched as well. Your dark eyes, lined with kohl, flickered between the crowd and your husband’s silent disapproval.

"You call it ridiculous," you mused, "but Rome calls it tradition."

Geta exhaled sharply, swirling his Falernian wine in a silver goblet. "Rome also believed that Romulus and Remus suckled at the teat of a she-wolf. Superstition, all of it."

"And yet," you murmured, your gaze turning back to the spectacle below, "you do not forbid it."

He scoffed. "Because Rome would riot if I did."

A cool breeze drifted through the open-air terrace, rustling the golden embroidery on your stola. You turned toward him, your voice softer now. "Would you deny me the same luck?"

His fingers tensed around the goblet. He knew what you meant. A child. An heir.

For all his wealth, for all the power of his name, it was the one thing he had not yet secured. His father, Septimius Severus, had raised two sons to rule Rome, and now Geta ruled alone, His brother's condition so bad he is unable to rule. Which leaves Geta alone, with no child of his own to follow him. He knew how Rome whispered about it. How they whispered about you.

His gaze lingered on you in the torchlight- the high cheekbones, the regal bearing, the way you carried yourself with the grace of a woman who had spent your entire life in the shadow of emperors. He had chosen you not just for your lineage but for your mind, your sharp wit, the way you stood beside him in a world where women were expected to stand behind.

After a moment, he set his goblet down and gestured to a waiting servant. A strip of goat hide, still fresh from the sacrifice, was placed into his open palm.

You knew the custom. You knew what was required.

Wordlessly, you stepped away from the warmth of your cloak, undoing the golden pins that held the fabric in place, letting it slip from your shoulders and pool at your feet. The air was cold against your skin, but you did not flinch. You wore only the fine linen undertunic beneath, light and thin enough that every movement of your body was visible beneath the fabric.

The Lupercalia rite demanded that women be struck bare-skinned, unobstructed by heavy garments. In the streets, Roman women stood unclothed, laughing and reaching for the lashes as if inviting the gods’ favour. Here, in the privacy of the palace, you stood before Geta, the man who ruled an empire, the man who had never needed to prove his power over you.

Geta hesitated. The emperor of Rome, the son of gods, bound by a tradition older than the Republic itself. Then, with a quiet breath, he brought the leather down in a sharp, decisive strike against your thigh.

The first lash was firm but controlled, the sting blooming across your skin in a heat that spread through your limbs. You inhaled sharply, your fingers curling at your sides, but you did not retreat. You had asked for this. You had asked him to honour the gods, to honour you.

The second strike came swiftly after, higher this time, catching the curve of your hip. The fabric of your undertunic did little to dull the sensation; if anything, it heightened it, pressing against the warmth rising beneath your skin. Geta’s eyes darkened as he watched you, the flickering torchlight reflecting the way your breath quickened.

Again, the lash fell. Then again. A steady rhythm, measured, deliberate. It was not punishment- it was ritual. It was devotion. It was an offering, not just to the gods, but to each other.

By the time the final stroke landed, a soft gasp left your lips, and the silence that followed was thick with something unspoken. Geta dropped the leather to the floor between you, his breathing uneven. Slowly, carefully, he reached for you, his fingers brushing against the reddened skin where the lashes had landed.

His voice was quiet. "Does it hurt?"

You lifted your chin, meeting his gaze. "Would it matter if it did?"

A muscle in his jaw flexed. He hated that you were right.

He cupped your hip, his thumb tracing the mark he had left there. "The gods have heard you now."

"And you?" you whispered. "Do you hear me?"

Geta said nothing at first. Then, in a rare moment of vulnerability, he pressed his forehead to yours, his grip tightening as if anchoring himself to you. "I hear you."

"Then listen closely," you murmured, tilting your head to brush your lips against his cheek, feeling the rough stubble that indicates the day's celebrations have begun without him. "I want more than Lupercalia blessings from the gods. I want our blessings, Geta. Our child, our heir."

His hands tensed, gripping your waist harder, as if he could physically hold onto your words, make them tangible. "I know," he breathed, his voice strained. "Believe me, I know."

"But can you give it to me?" You asked, your fingers trailing up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath the linen of his tunic. "Can you give us the future we both desire?"

Geta pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours in the dim light.

You and your dear Emperor have tried, you have tried so so many times to become with child, but after so many failed attempts, you pray that this would work out for you both.

It would be a shame to fail to give your husband a child. It hurt you.

"I am trying," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Every night, every dawn… I pray, I offer sacrifices, I seek omens and portents. But the gods remain silent. They withhold their favour, leaving me with nothing but frustration and despair."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Sometimes I wonder if it's because of me. If I'm not worthy of their blessing. That perhaps I'm cursed, doomed to rule without an heir, without legacy."

Geta's confession hung in the air, heavy with doubt and desperation. He has always been a man of action, of conquests and triumphs, but in this moment, he seemed fragile, vulnerable. Like a king stripped of his armor, exposed and uncertain.

"Shh," you whispered, placing a finger against his lips.

His lips parted slightly at your touch, and for a fleeting instant, you glimpse the lost boy behind the emperor, the son yearning for his mother's love, the husband desperate for his wife's comfort.

"I don't believe that," you said softly, your hand sliding down to cradle his jaw. "The gods adore you, Geta. They've blessed you with power, strength, and a heart capable of great love. If they're withholding something, it's not because of you, but because it's meant for another time."

You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his, sharing your conviction, your faith in him. "Shall we try again?" you said, leaving a hot trail of kisses down his jewelled neck

A shuddering sigh escaped him as your lips caress his skin, each kiss igniting sparks under his flesh. His grip on your hips tightening, pulling you flush against him, the hard planes of his body a stark contrast to your softer curves.

"Yes," he rasped, his voice thick with need. "Let us try again. Together."

With that, he captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim you, to merge your essence with his own. It's a kiss born of passion, of desperation, of a fierce determination to conceive, to create life amidst the chaos of the imperial court.

As he kissed you, his hands roamed your body, mapping every inch of you, committing your shape to memory.

Your bodies entwined like living vines, twisting and turning until you're pressed against the stone wall, his weight pinning you in place. The heat between you is almost palpable, a living thing that pulses and throbs with every beat of your hearts.

Geta's hands slid beneath your tunic, his calloused palms grazing the sensitive skin of your stomach as he explores the contours of your body. His touch was reverent, almost worshipful, as if he's rediscovering you anew with each passing moment.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against your lips, his breath hot and urgent. "So perfect. I want to worship every inch of you, to show you how much you mean to me."

And then, with a growl of primal need, he tears away your clothing, baring you to his hungry gaze.

As you stand before him, naked and trembling with anticipation, Geta's eyes drink in the sight of you, his gaze a physical touch that sends shivers down your spine. He reaches out, tracing the curve of your breast with a single finger, watching intently as your nipple hardens under his touch.

"You're exquisite," he whispered, his voice a low purr of admiration. "A goddess among mortals."

With that, he lowered his head, capturing your pert nipple between his lips. He suckles gently at first, then with increasing fervour, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his hands roam over your body, kneading your flesh, teasing your other nipple into a similar state of arousal.

As he worshipped your breasts, his free hand ventures lower, dipping between your thighs to find the slick heat of your arousal.

Geta groaned into your breast, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through you as he feels the evidence of your desire coating his fingers. He strokes you slowly, deliberately, savouring the feel of your wetness as he continues to lavish attention on your nipples.

"You're so ready for me," he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. "So eager to take my seed, to bear my children."

With that, he released your breast and steps back, his dark eyes blazing with hunger as he strips off his own garments. His body is a work of art, all chiselled muscle and taut skin, adorned with the symbols of his power- the golden Toric around his neck, the intricate tattoos that cover his arms and torso.

As Geta stepped toward you, his massive erection jutting proudly from his groin, you couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of him. He towered over you, a dominating presence that fills the room with an aura of raw masculinity.

But despite his intimidating stature, there's a tenderness in his gaze as he looks at you, a vulnerability that speaks to the depth of his feelings for you. In this moment, he's not the ruthless emperor, but a man stripped bare, laying his heart open for you to see.

Without a word, he lifted you into his arms, carrying you towards the ornate bed that dominates one corner of the chamber. The silk sheets were already rumpled, a testament to previous encounters that have left the bed looking invitingly dishevelled.

As Geta layed you down on the plush bed, the cool silk a soothing contrast to the feverish heat of your skin, you can't help but admire the way he moves with deliberate purpose. Every step, every gesture, exudes confidence and control, the hallmarks of a man who is used to getting what he wants.

He followed you onto the bed, his large frame crowding yours as he settles between your legs. The weight of him is comforting, reassuring, as if he's shielding you from the world outside these four walls.

"Geta…" you breathe, reaching up to stroke his face, your fingertips tracing the strong lines of his jaw. "Make love to me. Fill me with your seed and let the gods decide our fate."

Your words seem to ignite something within him, a spark of primal desire that consumes them both.

With a guttural growl, Geta claims your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging deep to stake his claim. His hands roam your body, gripping and kneading, as if trying to brand you with his touch.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the tender skin, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake. His teeth graze your collarbone before moving lower to the swell of your breasts.

He took a nipple into his mouth once more, suckling hard as his fingers pinch and roll the other, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through you. All the while, his hips grind against yours, the thick length of his cock rubbing maddeningly against your slick folds.

"Please," you whimpered, arching into him, desperate for more.

Geta released your breast with a wet pop, his chest heaving with exertion and desire. His eyes, dark with lust, lock onto yours as he positions himself at your entrance.

"I'll give you everything," he vowed, his voice rough with need. "Everything you crave, everything you need."

With that, he thrusted forward, sheathing himself inside you in one powerful stroke. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, your body stretching to accommodate his girth. But the pain is short-lived, replaced by a wave of pleasure as he begins to move, his hips snapping against yours in a relentless rhythm.

Geta set a punishing pace, driving into you again and again, each thrust hitting that sweet spot deep within you. The bed creaks and shakes beneath you, the sound of slapping flesh filling the room as he takes you with primal abandon.

As Geta pounded into you, the force of his thrusts causing the bed to rock violently, you cling to him desperately, your nails digging into his back as you're driven higher and higher on the crest of ecstasy.

The sensation of being filled so completely, of having your deepest depths claimed and conquered, is overwhelming. Each stroke seems to reach further inside you, stroking the very core of your being, until you feel like you might shatter apart at any moment.

"More!" you screamed, your voice lost in the cacophony of grunts and moans that fill the room. "Give me more!"

Geta responded with a feral snarl, his movements becoming even more brutal, more frenzied. He leans down to capture your lips in a savage kiss, swallowing your cries as he drives you mercilessly towards the brink of climax.

Geta's kiss turned possessive, claiming your mouth as surely as his body claims yours. His tongue delves deep, tangling with yours in a dance of dominance and desire. The taste of you is intoxicating, fueling his own rising frenzy.

His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pistons into you with unrelenting intensity. The bed frame creaks ominously, threatening to give way under the force of their coupling.

Suddenly, Geta breaks the kiss, his head thrown back in a roar of triumph as he feels your inner muscles clenching around him.

"Yes!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "Take it! Take my cum!"

With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he spills his essence deep within you.

As Geta's hot seed floods your womb, you feel yourself convulsing around him, your own orgasm crashing over you in waves of intense pleasure. Your body trembles and writhes beneath him, overwhelmed by the force of your release.

For long moments, you remain locked together, your hearts pounding in tandem as the aftershocks ripple through you. Geta's forehead rests against yours, his breathing ragged as he tries to calm his racing pulse.

Eventually, he pulled out of you, his spent cock slipping free with a wet sound. A trickle of his cum escapes your stretched opening, dripping down your thigh. You lie there, panting and sated, feeling the warmth of his seed inside you.

Geta gathered you close, cradling you against his chest as he stroked your hair. "The Gods have to hear that,"

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A few days later, you find yourself in the presence of a doctor, carefully examining you.

You finally bared a child, an Heir. All thanks to Lupercalia

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[okaysonny]

okkkayy, what if jake got his gf pregnant before marriage what would his mom’s reaction be + other big deal members 😶😶?? (love your fics btww!!!)

ACCIDENTAL PREGNANCY 😧 ╏ jake kim

a/n: unserious. and thanks anon!

you always use protection. plus, the pill is 99% effective at preventing this. and yet...

"...i'm pregnant"

★ jake stands there with a stupid look on his face because he's stupid.

★ to be honest, he doesn't want to bring a child into the world when he's leading big deal. jake wants to retire before even thinking about it. he loves you, but this isn't something he planned for.

★ has a serious discussion about the risks, making sure you understand the weight of the situation. still, he knows it's your choice in the end. once it's clear you want to keep the baby, jake respects your decision. he's the type to step up no matter what.

★ watches parenting videos at night while rubbing his temples.

★ tells minseon first 😬 this is the part that scares him the most.

★ his mom: pissed as hell 🤣

★ the second jake tells her, she puts out her cigarette with tight lips. he's already sweating.

"jake kim" "...yes, mother?" "are you telling me you got a girl pregnant before putting a ring on her finger?" "t-the thing is..." "like father, like son"

★ she’d ask all the hard questions: how are you going to raise a baby in this life? do you think this is fair to the child? are you ready for this kind of responsibility?

★ anddd i have a feeling that if you're from a 'normal' family, she'd have more reservations. not that minseon is classist, but y'know...

★ jake explains that you always did it safely, so the pregnancy wasn't from recklessness. he's aware of the risks, but it's your decision to keep the baby. he wants to step up and support you.

★ ...that does get her eyes to soften.

"well...in any case, i know you'll do a better job than your own father"

★ i think in canon right now, jake and his mother have a strained relationship. as far as we know, he only visits minseon when he needs something! 😅 + she resents that he supposedly hates his father...yet became a gangster like him and left her on her own...just like gapryong.

★ but minseon also knows that jake didn't inherit his womanizing side. she knows that he'll be a great father, even if he doesn't think so.

★ she may be tough, but deep down, she’s happy about a grandchild...even subtly offers to mind the baby if jake is too busy and you need a break.

★ she ends up cooking for you. the baby needs to be healthy.

now...he needs to tell big deal...

★ sinu would be so happy for jake. he cares about him like a younger brother, so once the initial shock settles, he’d smile and congratulate him properly.

but then it would hit him.

jake, who never seemed to care about relationships in the first place, is having a kid before him.

"god...yeonhui is gonna have a field day with this. you better start saving man. kids are expensive"

★ would yeonhui scare him as a joke? absolutely.

"sinu, what if i accidentally got pregnant? would you step up like jake?" "h-hold on..."

★ you already know jerry would do the absolute most 😭

★ immediately places a loyalty hand on jake's shoulder.

"boss…you’re going to be a father?" his voice is trembling, like jake just told him he's DYING. "i will lay down my life for this child. it is my duty as number 2" "jerry...i didn't even ask you to- are you crying?"

★ jerry starts researching baby vitamins + recommending parenting books. already thinking about making the child wear a tiny big deal jacket.

★ jason and brad feel like the same characters to me. i'm sorry. i guess jason is portrayed as more blunt and serious?

"jake...don't take this the wrong way, but i don't think you know anything about babies" "you don't think i know that, jason?"

★ the girls knit a baby blanket together :') and make one of those "we're so excited to meet you" videos.

★ jake would not half ass being a dad. he’d try his hardest to balance big deal and fatherhood, even though it won’t be easy. but the baby will be loved. from the parents, the girls and big deal.

bonus!

lineman leans back in his chair, surveying the small pile of cash on the table. "alright, i’m locking in my bet — it’s a boy"

lua scoffs. "nah, you’re wrong. it’s definitely a girl. and she’s gonna have him wrapped around her finger before she can talk"

lineman shakes his head. "a girl? we’d have to protect her from all the freaks in this city. a boy would be easier"

"a boy would be just as much trouble!" she rolls her eyes. "but imagine boss jake with a daughter. he’d be like, the ultimate girl dad"

"tch, we’ll see about that. alright, bets are at 50/50. let's see if anyone else wants to-"

"...guys" an all too familiar voice booms behind them.

lineman and lua turn to look at jerry like children caught with the cookie jar.

"you’re betting on boss jake’s child? his future offspring?" he shakes his head in disappointment. "this is incredibly inappropriate"

lineman and lua exchange a guilty glance.

lua has the courage to speak. "i mean…yeah, but—"

"shame on you two" jerry crosses his arms. "both of them deserve respect, not this gambling on their unborn child’s gender"

lineman suddenly has an idea. "so jerry...you must think it's a girl, right?"

jerry nods. "obviously. can't you see it? imagine her holding jake's pinkie with her tiny little hands"

lua smirks, catching lineman's drift as he discreetly slides a notepad to her. "so hypothetically...you'd place a bet on girl?"

he closes his eyes, lost in thought. "exactly. she’d teach him patience, unconditional love—"

lua nods, cutting him off as she jots notes down. "mhm. yeah. and how much are you putting down?"

jerry strokes his chin. "i'd say...30,000 won, easy-"

he blinks. "wait..."

jerry's jaw drops, the betrayal evident on his face. "you tricked me"

lineman grins, holding his hands up. "of course not. you just wanna see boss jake become a girl dad. that’s passion"

jerry opens his mouth to argue — then closes it. he shamefully places cash on the table.

"this stays between us" he whispers, glancing from side to side.

lua nods in satisfaction. "of course"

jason walks by, looking at the money on the table. "you guys are still on this? fine, put me down for a boy. 75,000 won"

˚⊱🪷⊰˚

jake blinks in disbelief when the truth gets exposed. "...you guys are betting? on my child?"

lineman, lua, and jason whistle, staring at the wall in fascination.

jake looks at jerry, expecting some shame.

jerry looks down, fiddling with his fingers. "...i was tricked"

divider: @thecutestgrotto

[odyswap]

Log #5 "You owe me, Penelope of Ithaca."

So, the biggest person next on the chopping block was a tough one, but I decided to spill a big one.

The antagonistic, prideful God of the Sea, Poseidon HAD to be switched with someone of equal grandure. But who...

When Polyphemos’s club came down, there was no trick, no clever deception. Penelope saw it coming, but there was no time to move. The force of it crushed her against the ground, and for a moment, there was nothing. No sound, no breath—just a ringing silence as the world faded to black.

Dolius was the first to reach her. He dropped to his knees, hands gripping her limp form, searching for anything—any sign that she was still there. The men behind him stood frozen, waiting for a command that wouldn’t come.

Because their captain wasn’t breathing.

Some of them thought about running. Some of them thought about fighting. But Dolius did neither. He hoisted Penelope onto his back and stood his ground. If she was gone, then she was gone—but he wouldn’t let her body be taken like this.

And then, the singing started. They would protect their captain's body and their lives for her sake at the very least.

But somewhere else, Penelope was still fighting. She wasn’t in her body anymore, wasn’t in that bloodstained cave. She was somewhere darker, colder. She knew where she was—Hades (For those who don't know, The Underworld was commonly referred to as Hades, while its king was also Hades). And she knew what that meant.

But she wasn’t ready to stay. So she called out, not to Hades, because he would not be one to help her here, but to another god entirely. Ares. He had chosen her, hadn’t he? Had dragged her into this path, had watched her cut down foe after foe in his name. If he had truly wanted her to be his champion, then he wouldn’t let her die like this.

At first, there was no answer. Then, a begrudging sigh.

He told her that he couldn't save her at this point, that it would break the cycle of life and death and that Hades has had people like Asclepieion, son of Apollo and ressurector of the dead, killed over acts like this. Penelope pleaded for her life, knowing that in this moment, if she died, she would never see her husband again, never see her child, grown up.

She would die as a warrior, not as a mother, and in realizing this, she couldn't have it happen.

She promised Ares that she'll deal with the consequences herself, and that all she can ask of him, is to keep her alive once.

On the battlefield, her breath hitched. Her body convulsed. And when she opened her eyes, the song of her men still echoed in the air. Dolius barely had time to react before he felt a shadow looming over them. Polyphemos had reared back again, ready to finish the job.

There was no time, so he threw her.

With every last bit of strength he had, he hurled Penelope forward, sending her crashing into the dirt as the Cyclops’s club came down on him instead.

When the dust settled, Dolius was gone. And Penelope was alive.

But not everyone was happy about that.

Because death wasn’t something you could cheat without consequence. And in the Underworld, Hades had noticed what had been taken from him.

Penelope had stolen her soul back from where it rightfully belonged.

And now, she owed him.

[bestworstcase]

I hope I’m not weird or offensive for thinking this that Oz and the GoL relationship has abuse undertones. I go as far as it reminding me of sexual violence. The violation of bodily autonomy, lack of informed consent, using someone else’s body for one’s personal use, sense of domination from the perpetrator, the victim having a fucked sense of self and self-hatred. The GoL is also Salem’s abuser who violated her autonomy and consent so it’s not out of character for him. RWBY has handled similar topics like Adam and Blake so it’s not like uncharted territory. I even seen ppl claim that the Curious Cat has similar undertones considering what they did to Neo.

"undertones"--even in the extremely biased narration of the lost fable, jinn, telling the story as ozpin understands it, draws an overt equivalency between the god of light and SALEM'S FATHER. you know,

What more could a man want? Just one thing: a son and heir. When his wife became pregnant, the whole castle rejoiced. But soon the lord’s fortune reversed. His beloved fell ill, gave birth to a baby girl, and lost her own life in the process. The lord locked his daughter in the highest tower of the castle and retreated to his chambers to grieve. Only he and the girl’s nanny were allowed in or out of her tower room, on punishment of death. Many weeks passed before the lord visited his baby girl for the first time, and he refused to hold her no matter how much the nanny encouraged or even begged him to. Over the years, his daily visits grew shorter. Then they became visits two or three times a week. By his daughter’s eleventh birthday, he was visiting only once a week. “Why must I stay in this tower?” the girl would ask him. “I am protecting you from anything or anyone that might harm you. You are the most precious thing in the world to me. I could not bear to lose you.” He brought her food and presents: dresses and hairpins, brushes and dolls, but nothing that she could use against him or to take her own life. [...] Meanwhile, miserable and alone, the lord’s sorrow gradually twisted into resentment. He raged against the unfairness of the gods and took out his anger on his staff. He became obsessed with increasing his wealth, as if money could replace the love of his life, increasing land taxes on his tenants and cutting his staff’s wages. Paranoid about losing all he cherished, he dismissed half of his servants and replaced them with trained soldiers to protect his riches and defend his castle. By the girl’s sixteenth birthday, the king was visiting only once a month, whenever the whole moon was visible from her tower window. “This was your mother’s favorite place in the castle,” he told the girl. “She loved gazing out that window.” “And now it is my prison,” the girl said. “You aren’t my prisoner. You’re my daughter.” “Then let me go,” she begged. “I cannot. Someone would abduct you and demand a ransom,” the lord said. “Or worse.” But the girl realized that the lord did not love her as a parent loves a child. Rather, he thought of her as just one of his treasures, to be jealously hoarded like his gold and jewels. […] “What is it?” the knight asked. “What else would make you happy, my dear?” Freedom, she thought. But she bit back the word, for that kind of talk made him angry and violent.

the man who was so viciously abusive that this is how ozpin depicted him in a sanitized fairytale account of what happened.

note, for emphasis, that by the time salem was eleven she was so actively suicidal that her father had to vet every object that went into her room against the risk that she might try to kill herself with it, and he didn't care.

ozma modeled beacon academy after salem's father's castle and put the headmaster's office at the top of the tower—in her cell. whether or not he could actually articulate this feeling consciously, deep down he regards the god of light as an abusive parent too powerful to defeat or escape. and we have seen, with light, that he becomes angry and violent whenever something doesn't go his way and that his immediate, first reaction to one of his creations doing anything he doesn't approve is brutal murder. he tears jabber apart, incinerates ozma, bites salem, shrugs when his brother vaporizes mankind. his ultimatum for remnant is "obey me or die." there's no undertones he is explicitly abusive toward everyone he comes into contact with including his brother.

[whispersfromtroy]

SONG 22: What’s the Deal With Achilles?

TELEMACHUS (curious, innocent):

So, what’s the deal with Achilles?

Like, who was that guy?

One minute he's crying, next he’s a legend,

Then he’s just dead—why?

(Silence. Everyone exchanges glances. Then, a chaotic eruption of voices.)

HECTOR (deadpan):

Oh, that guy.

PARIS (shuddering):

Ohhhhhh that guy.

CASSANDRA (whispered, haunted):

Oooooooh, that guy…

TELEMACHUS (confused):

Wait, what does that mean?

AGAMEMNON (booming):

HE WAS A WARRIOR! A DEMIGOD! A FORCE OF FURY!

PATROCLUS (soft, exasperated):

He was also so dramatic…

THETIS (ethereal, tragic):

My sweet little boy was a golden star…

(suddenly furious)

AND THEN YOU ALL RUINED HIM!

HECTOR (tense, recalling the fight):

Fast as the wind—couldn’t be caught,

A rage-filled child who never fought fair!

PARIS (bitter, muttering):

Could’ve just stayed home, but nooooo,

He had to be there…

PATROCLUS (sighing, nostalgic):

But he wasn’t always destruction and war,

He laughed, he sang—

(beat)

…okay, mostly destruction and war.

AGAMEMNON (grumbling):

A pain in my ass…

CASSANDRA (dead serious):

A fire too bright—it had to burn out…

(Dramatic pause. Then, suddenly—)

(Pyrrhus, Achilles' son, steps forward, arms crossed.)

PYRRHUS:

He was my father. A legacy.

And I…? Well, I plan to be better.

(Pause)

TELEMACHUS:

…Uh. Hi.

(Silence.)

TELEMACHUS (spoken):

Uh... so, um, do you—

(He hesitates, clearly caught up in the moment)

PYRRHUS (spoken):

Oh, I’ll tell you all about it later.

HECTOR (clearing throat, loudly):

Excuse me??

(Music screeches to a stop for a second.)

HECTOR (singing, regretfully):

Achilles was my enemy,

But we both shared the same pain,

Fighting for glory, but losing our souls,

Even if we win, we all lose in the end.

THETIS (singing, hauntingly):

My son, my beautiful child…

I knew from the start.

But I still tried to shield him from fate—

I dipped him in the river,

But that’s not how you cheat the gods.

Not even a mother can save him from the fall…

(Pause)

(The song speeds up as everyone fights over what Achilles really was.)

THETIS: A prince!

AGAMEMNON: A pain!

PATROCLUS: A lover!

HECTOR: A menace!

PARIS: A brat!

CASSANDRA: A warning!

PYRRHUS: A father!

TELEMACHUS: A WHAT?!

EVERYONE:

NOBODY KNOWS!

(Beat.)

ODYSSEUS:

I do?

(Telemachus SCREAMS.)

[11queensupreme11]

voilà, the posy kids 😌

(also i changed the blue haired dude and some pics were edited to give some of the kids green eyes)

in order from left to right:

Eudorios (Εὐδόριος) – "Gifted with kindness" (eu = good, doron = gift); Nickname: Dory 😭 yes percy picked this name solely so she could call her youngest child fucking DORY 😭😭😭😭

Axiandros (Αξιανδρος) - Meaning: "Worthy man" or "Man of value and wisdom." Breakdown: From axios (worthy) and andros (man). yup. WISDOM 🤭 also, each of the yans will have a kid whose name is related to wisdom. yes, percy did that on purpose LMAO. also he is the first-born son. percy named THEIR FIRST BORN SON after anthonius 😂

Thalassandros (Θαλάσσανδρος) - Meaning: "Man of the sea" or "sea conqueror." A combination of thalassa (θάλασσα) and andros (ἀνδρός), meaning "man."

Akrion (Ἀκρίων) - Meaning: "Sharp edge" or "He who excels". From akron (edge, peak) and ion (pertaining to), representing someone sharp-minded or at the top of their field.

Kymon (Κύμων) - Meaning: "Wave rider" or "one who commands the waves." Derived from kyma (κύμα), meaning "wave."

Aetherios (Ἀθηρίος) - Meaning: "From the upper sea" or "Heavenly waters". From aether (upper air or heaven), this name suggests someone who is a figure of the ethereal sea or sky, transcending earthly bounds and perhaps having a divine or celestial nature.

Pontoleon (Ποντολέων) - Meaning: "Lion of the sea" or "brave as the ocean." From pontos (πόντος), meaning "sea," and leon (λέων), meaning "lion."

Ariel - Hebrew that literally means "lion of God"

and then our lil creatures 💖

Cthulhu - likely a reference to the word chthonic, which is an Ancient Greek word meaning "of the earth"

Megarion (Μεγαρίων) – "Little one of great power" (megas = great, ion = diminutive suffix). IN PERCY'S DEFENSE, SHE DID NOT KNOW HE WOULD GROW THAT BIG 💀

Keteon (Κητεών) - Meaning: "Of the sea monsters" or "guardian of the deep." Inspired by ketea (κῆτεα), the mythical sea creatures of Greek lore.

[starborncoven]

DIONYSUS

Welcome to the divine assignment of the month! This February we want to celebrate with wine, in nature, wildly and with as much pleasure as possible. Therefore, here we have: DIONYSUS

Dionysus is the god of wine, madness, vegetation, pleasure, festivities and frenzy. Son of Zeus and Semele, married to Ariadne. There were two ways of representing him in art: as a middle-aged man with a beard, or as an effeminate young man.

His attributes are the thyrsus, a cup and a crown of ivy; and his sacred animals are the panther (sometimes leopard), the tiger, the bull and the serpent. He used to be accompanied by satyrs and maenads. The color most associated with him is purple.

The most important and well-known places of worship of this god are Naxos and Thebes, where his most renowned temples are located.

One of the best known myths of Dionysus is that of his birth. Zeus and Semele, princess of Thebes, conceived Dionysus. Hera, filled with jealousy, convinced the princess to ask Zeus to appear before her in his true form, in all his glory.

Zeus, obliged to comply with this request, did so, and Semele was burned to death by his form and lightning. Luckily, the god was able to recover the baby's body and sewed it in his thigh, where he could finish forming until he was born. Then, depending on the source, Zeus gave the child to Hermes, in other versions to Persephone or Rhea, and they gave it to Dionysus' aunt and her husband: Ino and Athamas. They convinced the couple to raise Dionysus as if he were a girl.

However, Hera's jealousy caused her to drive them both mad, causing them to kill their own children and then themselves. Zeus, to save Dionysus, turned him into a ram and took him to the nymphs of Mount Nyssa, where they raised him in a cave.

Nowadays, Dionysus has been associated as the patron saint of trans and androgynous people, due to the fact that he was raised partly as a woman and was associated with male and female characteristics in antiquity.

Other associations of Dionysus are theater and choral singing. In fact, during his festivities tragedies and comedies were performed, and the plays dedicated to the god had choral singing and dancing.

Dionysus is a god with multiple epithets and myths, all of them important to understand his changing character and his relationship with the other gods. Although some associations and relationships between them are more recent, such as the comparison between Dionysus and Apollo in Nietzsche's studies.

He is also a god known for driving mortals to madness, as he has myths in which his vengeance against those who go against him is shown in great detail. Such as the myth of Pentheus of Thebes or the Tyrrhenian pirates.

Now, what can be worked with this god? Mental health (please also remember to go to mental health professionals) is one of the aspects that can be best worked with Dionysus. Inhibition, the understanding of personal pleasures, the knowledge of your limits, the contradiction between what is socially correct and your vices or desires... He is a perfect god for shadow work and to delve into our wildest side and rooted to the most primitive pleasure, including leisure.

He helps you to express yourself, to find a way to show who you are in every step you take, to speak out and give your opinion no matter who hears it, etc. But he also helps with theater, acting, choral music (share with Apollo and the muses), etc.

Offerings to Dionysus can be grapes, wine, participating in plays or going to see them, being indulgent in your leisure time and in what you desire, honey, ivy leaves, cups, purple candles, hymns, handwritten prayers, one could even make a pact with him in self-pleasure (such as masturbation), purple crystals such as amethyst, and many more offerings.

And that’s the end of the thread! 🍇

[lightlycareless]

hey!! i saw the A-Z thing and I have a question about Z, what if reader died but it was after they had children? would naoya turn to drinking or would it be different

Hello!!!

Oh my god y'all just love making me suffer don't you? Can't blame you IM ALL FOR IT HAHAHA. But I won't deny that this thought has been on my mind outside of the alphabet. sooo....

Here are them warnings: angst. you're dead and naoya has to (not) deal with that. here is the alphabet anon is referring to. (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

Happy reading!

I wish to say that he’d manage to maintain his values of never indulging in any vices, remain strong, especially his children, and move on—

But he can’t. As much as he wants to do so, for himself at least, he just… can’t.

He simply can’t.

And Naoya finally crumbles the moment he accepts you’re gone, and you’re never coming back.

No one has ever seen Naoya so… defeated. So abandoned that all he could do is aimlessly make his way through life as days go by, worsening the more prominent your absence becomes.

You’re not there to warm his bed anymore.

To greet him first thing in the morning and kiss him goodnight once everyone’s tucked to sleep.

Listen to his ailments once work became too much to handle or when he needed an escape from his overwhelming relatives that just kept going on and on and on again about how he needed to act like a suitable heir, take control of his life and stop spoiling his family too much— it was unbefitting of a proper man of the Zen’in, after all.

No more messages here and there, little notes poured with your love, attempting to describe how much you missed him, but he knows the pain of his distance was much greater than you could possibly write down.

And of course, his favorite. Pictures of your family outings, those happy moments he couldn’t wait to be part of once he came back; yet continued to perform his job as was expected of him, because it’s what kept his loved ones stated.

Happy.

With all the things they wanted and deserved.

His very own family, consisting of a beautiful wife, an adorable daughter, a shy son, and playful twins whom he could never tire no matter how much he tried; even with years of training, he just couldn’t catch up to them!

Naoya never felt more fulfilled in his life than when he formed a family with you.

Feeling strong enough to face anything, and do whatever it took to protect it.

Anything…

Just not your death.

At first, your husband managed to be there for his children, wipe their tears as they processed was grief was for the first time in their life, while doing his best to explain where you were, that though you weren’t there physically anymore, you still watched over them.

That you’d always be in their hearts, that you were never truly gone, as long as they honored your memory…

But he never took his own advice, not when he could barely wake up without feeling his heart break into a million pieces at the cold, absence in his bed.

How did he expect to be strong, when deep within, he was also a frightened child in need of that same comfort he offered them?

It’s only because your family was constantly checking in on him that he managed to survive, stop himself from doing anything drastic.

That Naoya didn’t become a desolate alcoholic or even consider the immoral for the slightest opportunity to see you again. One last time—

He falls, he succumbs to the darkest, deepest pits of his mind and drowns himself in them.

Yet, with the vivid memory of your love for him, Naoya eventually manages to overcome this obstacle and continues to honor the promise he made to you: protect his family, his kids, who undoubtedly needed him the most.

But this does not mean he ever moves on from you, no, not at all. He might come to terms to your death, but he would never look at another woman like he did to you.

Even if his family pesters him to do so for the sake of the clan, even if his trusted friends might attempt to convince him he deserves a second chance, that you would’ve wanted him to continue being happy one way or the other…

Naoya simply does not entertain the idea of ever replacing you. He’s given all the love he could give, felt all that he could feel—and that’s how he wants it to conclude.

With you as the sole receiver of his affection.

With the notion that at least he managed to experience what true love was, even when fleeting, but still unforgettable, forever imprinted in his heart.

It’s why his children don’t suffer much when seeing him in the last instants of his life, in fact, they were happy for him, understanding that this was the moment he was impatiently waiting for.

After years, and years, and years of longing, he’d finally reunite with you.

There’s a smile on his face as he takes his last breath, one last heartbeat and then—

“I’m home.”

tldr: more than becoming an alcoholic, I always liked the idea of naoya considering the immoral when it comes to jujutsu and bringing you back. he's just... that desperate to have you in his arms, he'd be willing to desecrate your memory for a chance of seeing you again :(

maybe during halloween i'll try to explore this idea a bit more :> until then...

thank you so much for sending in this ask!! I had a good time feeling sad about this scenario lol now, take care and hope to see you soon 💖💖

[antoinettedoodles]

PJO x Twst Thoughts! Im just gonna ramble on about it but I wanna hear people's thoughts on it too! Im just gonna be rambling [Heartslabyul, Octavinelle, Savanclaw]

Heartslabyul

Riddle — Son of Athena; He's very wise and strategic, nevermind the fact that his actual mom (Mrs. Rosehearts) is a shitty human being, I'd like to think that Athena is actually Riddle's mom and Mrs. Rosehearts didnt want it to be known her husband had a child from another woman and just pretended Riddle is hers biologically

Trey — Son of Hestia; Born from the goddess of Hearth and Home... I think it suits Trey! He is like the homey type of guy, usually referred to as the parent of the group! Hestia is also associated with food preparation and baking!

Cater — Son of Hermes; Luke Castellan. Im using him as a comparison to who I imagine Cater to be but less wanting to seek vengeance, just someone who is tired of the gods' shit

Ace — Son of Hermes; He is on the more playful side of Hermes Kids, the thievery, the mischief, very on brand of a Hermes kid!

Deuce — Son of Hephaestus; He's good with his hands, very helpful in creating and he's very skilled with Blastcycles and as known, Hephaestus and all his children have an inherent ugliness (not really actually ugly) where they have features that are usually not society deems as attractive, Deuce gives off that vibe that he doesnt look attractive by societal standards but he looks adorable anyway

Savanaclaw

Leona — Son of Zeus, he just gives off that vibe, idk why

Ruggie — Son of Demeter

Jack — Son of Ares, Woman Respecter and great fighter

Im more on vibing here, so I dont have much thought on them

Octavinelle

None of them are getting Poseidon, thats just lazy

Azul — Son of Hermes; I know, it sounds weird but here me out! Hermes is a versatile god... He is also the god of traders, business, and goodluck! It fits Azul on brand with his style!

Jade and Floyd — Sons of Dionysus; Again, here me out- Dionysus is like a god of duality, he is both kind and cruel... Dionysus is the god of festivity, similar to how Floyd is a guy who enjoys the festive nature or even the interesting chaos of people, he is also the god of insanity... The Leech twins are often described as crazy, scary, insane, etc. its due to their erratic nature, they're predators and thus I think the natural instinct of insanity would fit with them. They can be kind of cruel, they can be fun but border on insanity, or they can be eerily calm.

[ineffablelara]

Yes!!!!!!

I'm also a firm believer that Odin DID love Loki but he messed up bc, well, he's a shit father and was still scarred with the whole Hela situation

People often headcanon their relationship as being completely abusive with Odin always verbally humiliating Loki and never showing him any scrap of love or attention from the beginning and I think that couldn't be further from the truth, especially bc I think if things were like that Loki would have no desire to please his father, he'd just resent or straight up hate him

The love was there, especially when he was a little kid, but as Loki grew and started displaying magic powers and a liking for mischief and chaos Odin started to grow wary of him, what if this child turned out to be just like Hela? What if his powers became too much for Odin to control in case he needed to stop him? (And this is one of the plot points of Odin in where mischief lies, he doesn't know what Loki can do and is secretly terrified of what Loki could become in case his powers grew too much)

And maybe Odin hated being like that but he couldn't help it, Loki was his son and responsability, if he turned out to be a danger to the people of Asgard he had to be stopped no matter what, but at the same time, this is his boy he's talking about, he may like mischief but he's not fully evil is he?

It's kind of a self fulfilling prophecy imo, by becoming colder towards his son because he was worried he may become a danger he made Loki become bitter and resentful for being different and for not being like Thor, and that led to the brothers to not be as close as they could be, and that left Loki isolated and even more bitter, trying to find ways to please his father and getting more and more angry the more he failed, not to mention, he surely resented Thor for that too, even though it wasn't his fault, Thor represented everything Loki wanted to be and Loki hated him for it, but he also loved his brother dearly and I'm sure the conflicting emotions only served to torment Loki even further, I honestly don't know how he didn't lose his mind earlier

Anyway, I'm sure Odin loved Loki is his own twisted way but he couldn't trust him, maybe because he never took the time to actually get to know him, he focused on preparing Thor for his future as king and left Loki to Frigga, so I think he doesn't know his son as well as he should, that's why he's not able to trust and believe in him like Frigga does, she knows Loki, and as much as she failed him it's clear to me that she believes in him, Odin doesn't because he never got to fully know Loki, he knows him as the God of Mischief and maybe as the sweet little boy of his infancy that turned into a bitter, resentful adult, but he doesn't know the real Loki, he sure loves him and considers him to be a product of his failures as a father (yet again) but he doesn't know his son and that's why their relationship is so fucked up

I needed closure in the relationship between Loki and Odin and I'm sad we're not going to get it

Odin was such a big part of Loki's arc in the beginning and by the end of it he's not even mentioned and that makes me so sad, I totally get that the show wanted to separate Loki's identity from Asgard to give him his own thing and honestly I'm all for it but at the same time I wish they tapped in the complicated relationship Loki had with his father wich is the catalyst for all of the disgraces that happened in his life since he first appeared onscreen

Loki starts his arc eager to impress his father, he was so desperate to get his approval that he was willing to destroy a whole planet just to have it (I think he also wanted to erase his jotun identity by killing all of them but that also is linked to Odin and his lies so...), he literally just wanted to know that his father loved him as much as he loved Thor, he wanted to be accepted both by Odin and by the people of Asgard, here's his description from an official book released as promo for the first Thor:

(Please forgive the poor quality, I tried to find a better pic but I couldn't)

Zack Stentz, one of the writers of the first Thor also had this to say about the character:

Loki was so heavily connected to his family, I wanted to see him having some closure on that, sadly I doubt we'll ever see the royal family of Asgard back onscreen again and if they appear I doubt they'll give them the nuance they need, Odin will probably be portrayed as a wise, good king and father who never did anything to wrong Loki while Loki will be made to beg on his knees for forgiveness for the things he did in dis desperate quest to earn that man's love, of course I know he did awful things and he hurt his family deeply but they also deeply hurt him, but because the mcu is scared of complexity I'm sure they'll gloss over that

But I really, really wanted to see Loki getting over his need of Odin's approval and acceptance, Sure, that happened on the show, I can't watch the end of s2 and think that Loki still desperately wants to please Odin and I don't think that's just bc his tl is gone, he grew beyond that and I'm happy for him but there was no mention to Odin in the show so I wanted to see at least a variant of him going through that process, it would be so satisfying to watch him accepting himself and realizing that he doesn't need Odin's or Asgard's approval to live a good, fulfilling life, and seeing him healing from all his trauma, making friends and being the best version of himself far away from that toxic family dynamic that broke him and poisoned his soul in the first place

And yeah this may sound contradictory but I want Loki to live on his own and leave Asgard behind, I'm not saying that I want him to abandon them or to hate them, no, I would love to see him forgiving them for all the pain they put him through whilst also asking forgiveness for the things he did to them, then he could say that as much as he loves them he now has to go on his own to live his life with his friends and that he will stop by every once in a while to see them, explaining that he's on a different path now

Because as much as I love the royal family of Asgard I also think Loki would never be truly happy in that place, not matter how changed he is I don't think he could find peace there but I do want to see him making amends with his parents and brother

Man I really, really wanted Loki to have closure on that

[eimearkuopio]

OH I figured out the missing piece. It's 144000 unique souls going around again and again until they make the jigsaw together. And the problem is that the jigsaw itself needs to be created in linear time but the incarnations along the way are non-linear, but it's really hard to tell the difference between people who have actually spotted a new part of the jigsaw and people who just think they have.

And early on, it was better to have a few groups of... I'm going to call them unenlightened, not in a bad way but every one of the 144000 has to go through a lot of unenlightened incarnations to get to their single enlightened one, and not every enlightened soul needs to actually pass on a message about the jigsaw but if they do it should be in the lifetime when they achieve enlightenment, not the lifetimes before or after.

Some people get most of the way out of the cocoon and they get bits and pieces of their enlightened self's knowledge. But 144000 souls is still a lot of souls; and the number of lifetimes required to achieve enlightenment is a lot. That's why there are so many people alive now. People were afraid that the world wouldn't be able to sustain them, and so they hoarded their wealth. But we can begin to gradually reduce our numbers, because there have been almost enough people alive ever for all 144000 unique souls to hatch. (Thank you, Andy Weir!)

You don't need to be fruitful and multiply any more. Every child a wanted child. There is enough on Earth now for everyone to have their needs satisfied, and most people to have their wants met, but we need to change the structure from one that tolerates survival to one that promotes thriving. That's the mark scheme. That's how we pass or fail.

Stop forcing women to be pregnant against their will. We have enough lives to go around. Stop insisting that sex should only happen for the sake of procreation. Sex should only happen as an expression of mutual love (OF ANY FORM OR LEVEL OF HONEST COMMITMENT, BUT NOTE THE WORD MUTUAL AND THAT LOVE WITH A LARGE DEGREE OF POWER IMBALANCE CANNOT INCLUDE SEX AND STILL COUNT AS MUTUAL). Masturbation is only a problem if you're using it as a crutch or an excuse for treating other people like objects. Orgasms aren't sinful; degrading fantasies and porn that relies on constrained consent are. Gender is a social construct; it doesn't need to be a cage, but only if you stop insisting you're the only one with the key. If you say you're trapped in a cage, but you also say that you get to decide who is in the cage, you are definitely lying to someone. Might be yourself, might be other people, might be both.

Okay. That's my testament finished for now. I think I'm ready to start grading.

Also please stop going around to other people who are working on different parts of the jigsaw and tearing their pieces apart because it doesn't look like your bit. You are meant to be shepherds, not bandits.

[backpackingspace]

Athena with odysseus: surprise attacking odysseus and bodily slamming him to palace walls (for awareness training). Randomly kidnapping him from the palace to drop him in the woods (or the ocean or on two memorable occasions on a completely different island) (survival training), using her full strength in sparing matches (odysseus has many broken bones) dragging him up by his wrist so they're face to face. Not being careful with how often she uses quick thought or any of her other powers (what? He seems fine. She's sure odysseus has always been a freak it's definitely not brain damage it's/fine/hes /fine)

Athena with telemachus, after she accidentally knocked him out once: right right odysseus and penelope taught me how to do this when they had me babysit you. Gotta be gentle so so gentle. Gotta support the head gotta craddle humans not yank them up by the wrist (she knew odysseus was a freak why didn't he say anything??) Can't just funnel her full power into the kid gotta be so gentle.

[akai-anna]

one of the best things in detco: conan and shinichi appearing side by side in frames/panels

another note: shinichi literally forgetting he's kudou shinichi bc he got used to being conan. iconic. it slipped his mind. oops.

[tending-the-hearth]

listening to "i can't help but wonder" and sobbing profusely over telemachus' hope being that his father will be able to connect with him, that they'll somehow be able to bond despite the years away, telemachus wanting his father to know that even if it's a struggle, he wants to know his father and see how similar they are. telemachus just hoping for a chance, because he knows his father has missed his mother, it's silly to think otherwise, but he believes that there will be a struggle for his father to connect with him.

meanwhile, odysseus literally has not stopped thinking about his son in the twenty years he's been gone. penelope and telemachus have been the only things on his mind, the only people that have gotten him through the war and every single struggle he's gone through. the fact that some of odysseus' first words to his son are "oh my boy, sweetest joy i've known" because despite the fact that the last time he saw his son, the fact that he was just a baby, and even though he's grown, despite the time lost between them, odysseus wants his boy to know that he is his entire world, that he loves him more than anything.

just telemachus being so hesitant and hopeful, and odysseus not even doubting for a second how much he loves his son and wants to hold him in his arms.