#tlt kin

[shittykinaesthetics]

Shitty Ianthe Tridentarius aesthetic: purple eyes, huh? does alexandria's genesis exist in the locked tomb universe. i know tamsyn muir saw that post

[pluralpuppy]

👑 CORONABETH STIMBOARD

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[findthebae]

shooting wildly in the dark here. gideon nav from the locked tomb series. palamedes or camilla, like this post and i'll come chat. me and harrow miss you guys. anybody else from tlt is also welcome, saw a palamedes do a kincall on here like a year ago, so hoping he might see this?

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[pine-rhyme]

Today we thinking what if Anastasia knew Māori. Do you think maybe she had a moko kauae (the chin tattoo) and John freted awkwardly around her the first days before he gathered his courage to finally salute her in Māori? Surprised but very kind she salutes back. John instantly becomes a puppy when around her and often attempts to speak his rusty Māori around her, like a secret they are both partakers into, immensely pleased that there are families out there that kept their traditions and languages even if it would have happened outside his control. But the she kindly stops him, forgiving herself that her knowledge of the language only goes as far as a few phrases. Her mother only knew very few words, she can speak even less than her.

This momentarily sets John aback but he offers to teach her (from the little he knows himself), so she could teach it to her children (gesturing towards her already visible stomach).

She laughs bitterly. She wouldn't want to keep him from more important business. But he still finds time to teach her. He desperately wants to reconnect with his coulture. He obsessively latches to Anastasia.

We don't know for sure what happens next. She becomes a sewn tongue? Takes the silent vow? Retreats into the tomb before her children come of age?

Thousands years later John with almost the same emotion and apprehension salutes Harrow with a very akward "kia ora". She doesn't understand. The language was lost entirely in time. He cannot manage to connect to her in any meaningful way.

He could have done better for her. He could have passed down the generational knowledge. He could have been her parent.

Except she wouldn't accept his teachings.

He renames his daughter Kiriona.

[seaweedpraiser]

Griddle color practice 💀 🕶️ 💪

[brungeons-and-bragons]

Please someone else see the vision and tell me I’m not insane

Had to add that legally in there due to Harrow and Gideon being kinda sorta spiritually married, don’t ask me what legal marriage is for the Ineffable Husbands

[nonbinary-wyvern]

[cage-cat-yt]

I made a kin list.

Anyway, thanks for reading! Remember to hydrate and I hope you have a good day :)

[blackwinged-soul]

Fictionkin privilege is being able to find kin euphoria entirely produced by others in fan-made merchandise.

(I just bought a print I’ll be hanging on my bedroom door. Gid|eon’s nicknames for H|arrow|hark. I do actually like them and they mildly amuse me, and also my bedroom door will perhaps need more decoration than my usual golden bird and the gargoyle... If I have the golden bird decoration as a piece of my hearthome, why on earth not throw a ‘kin reference there in place of my Earthly birth name?)

[shittykinaesthetics]

Shitty Harrowhark Nonagesimus aesthetic: she's unfathomably traumatised. she's doing bone magic. she's a little hater. she's a lover. she's serving "get out of my school" realness. are you not represented? are you not entertained?

[pluralpuppy]

a couple tlt stamps bc i NEED to show off my love 4 them

f2u but id luv 2 see! /opt

[findthebae]

This one is a LONG SHOT, but I'll give it a try anyway. I'm Palamades Sextus from The Locked Tomb, and I'm looking for anyone (even Cytherea). I miss my friends Harrow and Gideon, but I especially miss Pyrrha Dve. Camilla is a given. I'm an adult so no minors please. Like this and I will reach out to you!

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[shepardyke]

feel like i would definitely wear the skull paint…

[lovphobic]

and help why did i think i was 270 pages in in my book... its 170 girlie

[moonsong4u]

holy fuck ianthe would love family guy

[livlaughloveluke]

Reader getting neglected by her mom Hera bc she was a mistake? And Luke convincing her to join him and in the end she does- or she doesn't bc she is still loyal to Hera and Luke leaves her because of itt

ᡣ𐭩 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘀

luke castellan x daughter of hera! reader 🦚

IN WHICH.. basically just the request

warning! this fic contains- use of y/n // few curse words // female reader // spoilers for tlt // heart wrenching angst

[a/n]- a lot of lines inspired by the last episode of the good place (literally my favorite show) and a line from the song “anything” used

🎧- goddess by laufey

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You were a mistake. 

There was no alternative way to phrase it, at least not in the eyes of your godly mother, Hera. You were conceived in a fit of jealousy; your mom wanted to get petty revenge on Zeus for some clueless error he made. And so, within the blink of an eye, she transformed into a mere mortal and seduced a random man, otherwise known as your father.

When you stumbled into camp, bruised and bloody from a Cyclops attack, not a soul expected you to be the malicious goddess's daughter. Hera was loyal to her husband, even claiming multiple times that she forebode affairs, only allowing Zeus to commit the unfaithful acts. However, while she may have been the goddess of marriage, her extreme jealousy overpowered them all.

Which is why she detested you. You were a symbol of her errors, a constant reminder of her regretful affair. 

You had a total of two interactions with her, the first one being her claiming of you and the second one being a spiel about how she resented and wanted absolutely nothing to do with a ‘disgrace.’ 

She was the reason you were so alone your whole life. There were no siblings to talk with, no mom to spend time with, and no father who could actively be present. In fact, the cabin hadn’t even been furnished when you arrived; no one thought your mother would commit infidelity. 

With no bed to sleep in, at least until the one Mr. D ordered online arrived, you stayed in the Hermes cabin, a place welcoming to all. You were fourteen when you met Luke Castellan, who had already been claimed by his father and who generously made you feel included. He stayed up with you on those late nights, helping to calm you while you vented about your neglectful mother, and he saved you a spot at the picnic tables when no one else would. 

From that point on, you and Luke had formed an incredible relationship. Even after you moved back into Cabin 2, you remained close friends. Seeing that you were the only daughter of Hera, you joined Cabin 11 for the daily activities, which only amplified your connection with the boy. Eventually, with the help of your friends, Chris and Clarisse, Luke worked up the courage to ask you out. You happily obliged, and ever since then, you have been dating. 

Four years later, your bond with the boy was admired by nearly all. The two of you were a symbol of hope—that even in the pandemonium of demigod life, you could find love. As you grew into young adulthood, you became a profound woman, one with elegance and kindness, despite the hauntings of your past. 

With Luke by your side, you began to love the simple joys life provided. You cared for the campers like your own kin, in hopes of providing the external fondness you were never granted as a child. 

You and Annabeth became as close as ever, bonding over the experiences Camp Half-Blood provided. Her flawless skills in battle proved she didn’t need any protection, and yet you were always there to guard her from the dangers life presented. While Annabeth was reticent to most, after many weeks of being friends, she opened up to you.

You had that welcoming effect on nearly everyone, helping arrivals settle into their chaotic lifestyle. Which is how you ended up being chosen to complete a treacherous quest along with the new camper Percy, the satyr Grover, and your honorary little sister, Annabeth. 

After packing the evening before departure, you headed to say goodbye to Luke. You both knew that the trip would be dangerous, with a chance you wouldn’t return, so you decided to relish in each other’s presence by the lake, just in case.

He sat on the dock while you lay in his lap, gently stroking your scalp as you watched the sun set and paint bright colors atop the sky. 

“I’m gonna miss you.” You spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“It’s only ten days. I went fourteen years without you; I can manage a week.” He said, smiling softly while looking down at you. 

“Yeah. Ten days is nothing. I’d wait a hundred years for you.” You agreed, mirroring his expression. While you chatted, the colorful sky eventually faded into a deep blue, signaling that your time by the lake was coming to an end.

“Cmon, everyone’s asleep by now.“ He alerted you, standing up and offering you a hand. You accepted, interlocking your fingers and walking back to the cabins.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” You pondered as you strolled to Hera’s cabin. Sure, it was against the rules, but you just wanted to spend the last night with him. And what’s the worst you could do while surrounded by twenty other children?

“Course. The campers owe me a favor since I took them to the lake last Friday, so they won’t snitch.” Luke replied, changing course to the Hermes cabin. 

Sleep came easy that night as you laid on Luke’s chest while his hands rested on your waist. Leaving the next morning was hard, but with the words from last night still present in your mind, you left with a smile. 

The mission was nearly impossible, with monsters chasing you around every corner. After traveling to (literally) hell and back, you finally arrived back at camp.

Campers lined up cheering; a whole festival was planned for the victory brought by Percy. While most would miss the warm, safe beds in the cabins or the hot showers, you only craved one thing: your boyfriend. One short Iris message during your trip wasn’t enough. You wanted to listen to him blink, to listen to his hands soothe, to listen to his heart beating. 

And so, within minutes of your arrival, you had found yourself embraced in Luke’s arms. All of your worries pertaining to the Lightning Thief faded away as you ran your fingers through his curls, your knees practically buckling at the sight of him. 

“I missed you.” You whispered into his ear, swaying side to side as you hugged him. 

“I missed you too. Camp hasn’t been the same.” 

“I’m here now. We have all the time we need.” 

“There’s too many people around. I found a new spot in the woods if you want to join me, and we can talk about the quest.” He spoke softly, his tone honey-sweet.

“Lead the way, Castellan.”

And so he dragged you deep into the secluded woods, the final location remaining a mystery as you hiked through hundreds of tall trees. The walk was suspiciously long, but with him, time seemed to fade away, and you grew blind to the flaming red flags.

Finally, you reached a clearing, surrounded by luscious greens. You both sat down, leaning your head on his shoulder as you glanced up at the stars. He was silent most of the journey to this unusual destination, just listening to you babble on about everything that happened during your time apart. And his nonverbal attitude didn’t disappear as you sat down, but this time you joined him in the comforting silence while staring up at the stars.

Gazing at him through the moonlight, you watched as his deep brown eyes lit up with a feeling you couldn’t determine. Curious, you queried what roamed his mind. “Whatcha thinking about?” 

“I’m-“ he let out an angry sigh, pausing to gain composure. “I’m tired of the gods treating us like shit and getting away with it.” His indignant behavior staggered you, but Luke was prone to these fits of loathing after speaking to his neglectful father, so you assumed that’s what caused his wrath tonight. 

“I know, and I’m sorry. Rough interaction with your dad again?” You tried to ration, hoping to calm his resentment, but instead it seemed to irritate him more. His jaw clenched with fury as he snapped at you. 

“Why are you apologizing? Don’t defend the gods. They’re ruthless idiots who won’t even spare a glance in your direction.” 

His cruel words made you question everything, praying this was just a dumb prank or something not as serious as he was letting on. Quietly, you asked what he meant. “What are you.. What are you saying?”

After a long pause, he looked away from you and spoke up. “I want you to join me. To join Kronos.”

Your heart sank upon his confession, and you scooted away from him frantically, standing up and trying to brace yourself for whatever he was going to do next. He lifted himself off the ground after you, taking a baby step closer.

“Kronos? You’re joking, right? Luke, please tell me you’re joking.”

You made eye contact with him, realizing that the mysterious tint in his eyes was now readable. It was hatred, pure evil.

“No. I can’t stand to watch them carelessly prance around while their children suffer. I’m standing against them, and I want you to be by my side.”

You grew vexed and infuriated that he was ruining your years-long relationship for some stupid dream. “Are you kidding me? I’m not joining you.” You snarled.

“You’re choosing them? Over me? You’re choosing your mother, who has ignored you your entire life, instead of me. Instead of us?” He growled, approaching you as you trudged backwards. For the first time in your life, you were scared of Luke. Scared of the man you loved.

“I’m choosing my friends at Camp Half-Blood. My family. What about Annabeth? And Percy? Do they know?” Thoughts of Annabeth finding out one of her closest friends was a traitor flooded your brain, hurting you more than Luke’s words ever could.

“No, not yet, at least. Why won’t you stand up for what’s right?”

“You’re starting an unwinnable war here. Tell me, do you really think you could overpower them?” You replied, fuming with anger towards him and the gods, too. And if we’re being honest, you were mad at yourself, too. Mad at yourself for still loving him even though he was hurting you. 

“I will overpower them. With or without you.”

“You're—you're really leaving?” You questioned, and the rage dissipated. 

“I have to.” He demanded, looking down at his feet while clenching his eyes shut. 

A wave of memories washed over you, and suddenly, you didn’t want him to go. You wanted the boy who picked you the freshest of flowers—the boy who came knocking on your bedroom door at night, just wanting to chat.

“Please, Luke. We can forget all about this and go back to living our lives.” You pleaded, your bottom lip quivering as you fought back sobbing. 

“It’s too late now. I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N.”

“Please don’t leave. I was alone my whole life before you, and I told myself I liked it that way, but I don’t. I don’t want to live a life without you. I can’t.” You choked out through mangled sobs, and his demeanor shifted to one of guilt.

“I’m sorry, but it has to be this way. And I can’t let you leave here and spoil my plans before they even start.” 

The air became thick as he finished his sentence, and your tears subsided, freight replacing the sadness that lingered deep in your heart. 

“What does that mean?” You entreated. Was he going to kill you? 

“I love you. Maybe in another universe we can be together.” He said this, fleeting into the shadows. 

“Wait! Luke, you can’t just leave me here!” You yelled, attempting to run after him, but he was nowhere to be found. You stood alone in the darkness of the woods, with no clue as to how to escape the woods. 

Every fragment in your body was telling you to give up, to let go, and to sob. To silence out the cruel world and lay on the earth floor, to wait for your impending death, from the freezing cold temperatures or one of the hungry monsters that lurked in the night. But the thought of Luke getting away with this and letting him escape untouched fueled you. You hiked out of the path you came from, praying you could get back to camp alive.

Eventually, you met the forest ends, stepping foot into a camp that was blissfully unaware of Hermes’ boy’s plan. You shoved through crowds of partying teens, eager to find Annabeth and Percy and warn them.

After searching through every crook, you spotted them talking to Chiron. The look of concealed misery on the young girl’s face told you everything. Luke had already visited. 

You were grateful the two preteens were even alive, but you know how hard this was. They were only kids, not deserving to experience such heartbreak at a mere twelve years old.

Running up to Annabeth, you wrapped her in a comforting, empathy-filled embrace. Her muscles tensed up at first before accepting the hug and leaning in.

“I’m so sorry.” You muttered into her ears as she sighed. Pulling apart to read her emotions, you asked a simple question. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” She murmured unconvincingly.

“Promise?” 

“Swear.” Annabeth replied.

“And you promise you’ll come talk to me if you’re not?” You asked again. 

“Promise.”

You smiled for the first time in hours, basking in the warmth of your family. 

“Is he... gone?” You whispered to her, and it didn’t take an Athena kid to understand who you were talking about.

“Yeah. He escaped through a portal.” 

“Oh.” Was all you could reply, trying to shield the way your heart shattered.

“I’m sorry.” Annabeth said, looking into your glossy eyes. 

“It’s okay. I’ll tell you everything later, but I’m just going to go to bed for now.” 

You left, tears pouring down as you lightly jogged to the Hermes cabin. Slipping off your shoes, you plopped down onto Luke’s bed and sobbed.

His cheap cologne mixed with the citrusy shampoo he used lingered in the hot air, and for a moment, it was like he was still with you.

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