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[dandelion-blues]

#7 What if...

Kronos was a somewhat good grandpa?

Percy couldn't say he was relieved when Luke took that knife to himself, there was too much pain in death for that to be the case.

But nonetheless, in that deep seated exhaustion that wove in his very bones, Percy just wanted everything to be over.

Then, as Luke lay dying, his bright blue eyes seared into Percy and made him promise to not forget about the demigods, to make the gods be better.

Percy knew his job wasn’t yet done, because as Luke took his last breath, the shadows overtook the throne room. The hearth just mere embers, and a magical laugh echoed around the chambers.

Annabeth was crying over Luke’s corpse and didn't seem to notice anything wrong in her grief, but Percy did. He always noticed, even though Annabeth would most likely disagree.  She does call him Seaweed Brain after all. But just because Percy doesn't speak up about what he notices doesn’t mean he's dumb.

It's why, when his instincts screamed at him, he raised his sword just as a great metal scythe came sweeping down at him.

“Oh, grandson. I long since outgrow that boy's body, but you fought brilliantly. But now I am back at full power, you will not be able to stop me as you are. Still, for you to not only sense my strike, but stop it… I knew you were special. You really should have joined my side,” Kronos says, his words like honey, as he presses his scythe down upon Percy’s sword. Golden cracks were seeping from Kronos’ bronze skin, showing his divinity leaking through.

Percy snarled, his green eyes blazing with fury, “I'd rather die!”

And Percy looked over to Annabeth for help, but she was not moving, her tears frozen in time on her cheeks.

Percy froze in fear, his heart pounding. Kronos was no longer in Luke's body and his powers restricted. Kronos had his own body now, and his abilities were restored.

However, Percy’s freezing was a fatal mistake, as Kronos pressed on with more force forcing Percy’s sword from his hand.

Percy looked up, his eyes wide in fear as he stared in Kronos golden orbs.

Except as Percy’s sword came clanging to the ground and Kronos swung his scythe. The titan leveled the blade just against his throat.

Kronos croons, “Don’t worry grandson. I couldn’t possibly kill you when I see so much of myself and Rhea in your eyes.”

Percy startles and flinches as Kronos touches Percy’s face gently, pulling black strands behind his ears.

“Hmm?” Kronos hums, “Don’t worry you’ll understand in time. For now just sleep, and we’ll celebrate later when I discipline my kids.”

“Stop-” Percy says, but then he feels a pinch on the back of his neck, and everything fades to black.

The last thing he hears is Kronos’ voice comforting him…

~~~

Kronos at first hated all these mortal pests that had the blood of gods in their veins.

Mortals weren’t worthy of such a gift.

Unfortunately, Kronos needed to play along with the pests' plans in order to revive.

However, how he started to view these pests, or rather just one pest, changed when he met the son of his Poseidon, his grandson, Perseus Jackson.

Perseus was different then the other pests - demigods. He was just twelve when Kronos first slipped in his dreams, and already Pereus was powerful, defiant, but then Kronos saw his eyes, Rhea's eyes. Kronos could barely stomach it when he swallowed Poseidon, his son with Rhea's eyes.

But now it seems that another inherited her eyes. The one who would be the doom or savior of Olympus. And should die when he was sixteen.

No, this one would not be the one to fulfill the prophecy. He couldn't be.

Kronos sent the boy nightmares, hoping he would pray to his father. That Poseidon would scue the boy. Except that never happened.

And so the next thing that Kronos could do was set his vessel to poison the daughter of Zeus, so a quest would be sent and the Golden Fleece would be retrieved to not only help heal him, but the daughter of Zeus as well, so she would be the one to fulfill the prophecy.

Of course, everything went downhill from there and that daughter of Zeus ran away from the prophecy and gave it to his grandson.

Huh? When did Kronos start thinking of Perseus as his grandson? From the moment he saw Rhea's eyes.

And after his grandson saved Artemis and by holding Atlas’ weight the gods voted to kill his grandson!

As if he hasn't already saved them and proven himself before!

It made Kronos resolve to tear Olympus down all the more.

And so, even as he had to fight his grandson to do so, he would, for Perseus for power.

Of course no one but Kronos himself knew that he would never mortally injure the boy. It's why when his scythe, which is said to suck the life from one's soul, struck, Perseus was merely fatigued.

And Kronos regularly asked for updates on how Perseus is doing from that daughter of Aphrodite.

It's how he found out Perseus’ powers were growing every day, he was long on his way to ascending.

Oh, and how that daughter of Athena was trying to shackle his grandson to mortality by seducing Perseus of all things. As if that girl would ever be good enough for his grandson! She, he always calls him stupid, and tests him at every opportunity. No! Kronos would not stand for that!

Then, the final battle came. Unfortunately his spy turned traitor and died, but it didn't matter because the battle lines were drawn. And Perseus was practically glowing in his divinity.

It would be soon!

Perseus made his choice, but it was too late to stop Kronos, for he was already healed.

And Kronos fought Perseus one on one. The boy didn't even notice that he glowed, his veins golden. Too fueled by anger to stop and think why he could still move when Kronos stopped time, and that daughter of Athena did not.

Unfortunately, when he noticed that time was stopped all around him, the boy froze, and Kronos took the advantage.

And when Kronos saw the wide eyed fear in those green eyes he reassured him that he would not kill him. How could he, when he came to care for the boy?

However, Perseus startles and flinches as Kronos goes to comfort the boy by face gently, pulling black strands behind his ears.

“Hmm?” Kronos hums, knowing the boy is too brainwashed by the gods and too young to understand, “Don’t worry you’ll understand in time. For now just sleep, and we’ll celebrate later when I discipline my kids.”

“Stop-” Perseus says, but Kronos swiftly pinches a nerve on the boy's neck, and the boy slumps forward into his open arms.

Kronos whispers to his grandson comfortably and holds him like a little one to his chest, “Don't worry, I'll take care of you, my grandson.”

Notes:

Whelp! At least Kronos doesn't want Percy to die. Maybe he'll even do alright with being the new prince of the Titans.

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[faffreux]

I wake up at 9AM... have to be at work only a few hours later... work until 10PM and after only have a few hours to make dinner and prepare for the next day where I'll have to do it all over again. Every single day... I'm so tired. I have no time to do anything for myself.

I just want to be free of all of this and cuddle with Fawful again.

[ask-tapwater-rw]

[LIVE BROADCAST] - PUBLIC

Hello? I dearly hope this is reaching you, Artificer, because I am composing this broadcast to make clear a plea.

I've sent you a message before, though I previously neglected to give you my name. In an attempt to more strongly prove my sincerity, I will properly introduce myself. I am the Librarian, and I, too, am a slugcat, though situated far away from Five Pebbles.

I hope that may lend my words some credence when I assert that, though you accused me of it, I am not lying. Perhaps I overestimated the undertone of Five Pebbles' words, and I am sorry if I upset you, but as for the temporary holders of the drone, the other two slugcats, I must assert—plead that you pardon them their transgressions.

I recognize that you are the rightful holder of the drone. I will concede that, by laying paws upon your property, they have done wrong, unknowing though they were. They were truly unknowing, though; they held no malice in their actions. I truly believe they had no idea the lost drone was stolen when they found it. They were... they were foolish and naive, if you must say it.

Please, if you must have them brought before you, if you must penalize them to underscore the totality of your reign, then do not raise arms. Do not strip them of their freedom. Let them walk from your city even if with the stipulation that they not return. I am... I am sure they would comply.

I implore you: grant mercy not through inaction but by consideration for rightful punishment to match inflicted wrongs.

Such would prove you great in more eyes than scavengers'.

[BROADCAST ENDS]

Artificer: Nonsense, I cannot let them leave without punishment. If I did so, could the scavengers still fear me? I've killed scavenges for much smaller crimes, and if I let them go free, what would become of my leadership? Any less of a punishment could make me weak in their eyes. I can't take such a risk again.

Violet: Your Majesty-

Artificer: Silence, scavenger. Come, step onto the karma gate. I cannot activate it on my own.

Violet: Yes, Your Greatness.

The turning of gears and falling of water can be heard.

Artificer: Perhaps I treated you too harshly. But-

Violet: You think so? Thank you, um...Artificer.

Artificer: Not you. But, as I was saying, you must understand. Leading a nation is no easy task. Sacrifices must be made.

Artificer's drone emits several beeps, then speaks;

[HOST DETECTED IN SECTOR 12 "FIVE PEBBLES". REROUTING TO HOST ID 08912 "THE RIVULET"]

The drone floats away faster than the Artificer can chase, and an anguished yowl can be heard through the machine.

You can now send asks to Survivor and Rivulet.

[petrichorium]

At my parents’ wedding when they cut the cake they decided long beforehand that they wouldn’t do the “shove it in each other’s faces” tradition. And even though they told their families as much (and though their wedding party made it very clear at the time that it wasn’t happening) they still were pressured to do it anyway.

So after lovingly feeding each other the first slices, mom grabbed a handful from the top and flung it out into the crowd

[botgal]

[mothcrumbs]

actually i might just go back to sleep. the old man is back and i.dont like him

[taahko]

maeves work took her out tonight to fucking nobu with pre dinner drinks at the RITZ and i spent my evening watching saw x and hemming my starfleet cosplay this is what feminism leads to

[catholickedd]

you good cath?

idiotic fucking middle school boys sitting next to me as a joke. i told them to shut the fuck up when they started making fun of me and people laughed. like. what else am i supposed to say???? why is it so funny??? i’m just defending myself. i hate my life i hate this school i need to get out of here please

[nebsisdead]

THE CURSE OF IMMORTALITY PART 1

P1/P2/P3

Revolutionize fic.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, self destructive behavior, religious trauma, suicide attempts

You have been warned

Being blessed by the gods was a nightmare. And everyone agreed. There was nobody in the world that seeked immortality that wasn't labeled as insane or delusional.

Of course it wasn't always this way, people used to dream of living forever as a legend. But ever since the presence of immortals had become normalized people realized how accursed their existence truly was.

August sat on a bar stool, heavy bags under her eyes as she downed an entire bottle of firebrew. The bartender looked at her, concerned and a bit disgusted. "Another bottle..." she slurred grumpily.

He raised his eyebrow at her, "You don't look too good. You sure you-" before he could even finish August grabbed his arm tight, a horrifying glare settling on her face.

"I don't recall asking what you thought." She seethed, her bright yellow eye glowing for a moment before she stopped, letting go of his arm. The man stumbled back against the counter, shocked.

She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose, her glowing eye slowly dulling back to its normal flat yellow. "Just give me another bottle." She ordered, not bothering to be polite. He silently nodded, going to the back to get another bottle.

August Zhao, the most revered mercenary in the land. And a prime example of why immortality was a curse, not a blessing.

She grunted, a headache forming in her head. The bartender came back out with another bottle, the same fearful expression painting his face.

She snatched the firebrew from his hand and chugged it down like she hadn't drank for days.

The bottle was gone in a matter of seconds. She grit her teeth, she still wasn't drunk... not even tipsy.

She slammed her fist against the ba rcounter sparks od electricity flying off her hand. A scorch mark now indented into the counter.

She got up, throwing a couple gold coins at the bartender before leaving, slamming the door behind her.

She sat down on the bars porch, looking up at the now midnight sky, she had been in that bar for a solid three hours, she had to have gone through at least eight firebrew bottles. And yet she wasn't drunk.

Her body was developing an immunity to alcohol. Something she didn't even know could happen. Perstolis had the strongest alcohol there was, alot of the shit they made was outlawed in other regions, and yet it wasn't enough.

August curled her fists up, her hands digging into the wood as they slowly turned into claws. She breathed heavily, small tears starting to leak from her eyes.

Immortality was a curae, she would never forgive Lady Theodora for giving her immortality, she had cursed her.

She craved death, and she had tried to kill herself many times, each way more gruesome than the last. But it never worked. She wouldn't die, she couldn't die. Not as long as she was Thedoras disciple.

Everyone she loved was gone, but she was still there. Whether she deserved it or not. She was there.

[nananarc]

Im in bed, was having a good time and enjoying a lot of feeling but then the thought of having to wake up and WORK..

My heart sank ..

Im so tired of this shit man...

[caprigender]

Was on the brink of screaming and crying (again) so I just lifted weights until I didn’t feel like that anymore and they weren’t very “impressive” weights or anything but it did things to me idk why it’s just feels better than body weight exercises for some reason

[josieblueart]

For god knows what reason, I decided to draw Nobody Is smoking a comically large blunt in the fashion of that one meme

This is actually my first time drawing them, so figuring that out was fun

[mismatchedwonders]

Yep yep yep yep yepyeppyep

People can hate Misha as much as they want but the reality is that none of the other actors on SPN, including Jensen and Jared, have done an ounce of what Misha did to make fans feel welcome and supported over the years. Misha, to this day, remains the only cast member from the main cast who will not shy away from discussing any topic fans want to talk about.

Yes, Jensen & Jared will of course also answer questions but only to the extent of it being their job. It'd be easier for Misha to behave like them, just to show up to a panel, give politically correct answers, bag the money and go home. But that's not the kind of person Misha is. He really cares about the fandom and thinks of it as his group and friends so it is especially sad when so many people cannot seem to be able to return the friendship back and will indeed do their damnest to always take everything he does or says in a bad faith, misinterpret things he says on purpose and insult him on daily. That is not how relationships work, parasocial or not. The anonymity of the internet gives a lot of people the cover to show their true colors and at the end of the day fandom drama is fandom drama but I'd be lying if I said I'd want any of these people in my circle irl either.

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[noodles-07]

to be fair to Cain if nobody had ever died before and I didn't know it was possible I would probably also hit my brother over the head with a rock if he was being really annoying