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Alabaster survived the war and is now on the run with Claymore. He reminiscences about his old friends that had died in the Titan Army. Little does he know his friends might not be dead.

Since Tumblr is not letting the link work right now, here's the link @bvckbiter for the TA gift exchange by @titan-army-fan I hope you enjoy it, Kai!

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Reminder that the last day for the exchange is tomorrow!!

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This is my submission for @titan-army-fan ’s exchange!

Giftee: @fishyapple

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Titan Army exchange time!✨

My fanart for @rosemar-y , exchange organized by @titan-army-fan . Sorry for being late! Here’s Ethan <3

Bonuses 🤭

Sorry, I didn’t manage to include your oc Elizabeth into the main piece (she’s the one on the phone trust), but she was just too amazing to leave out 🥹

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Titan Army Exchange for @vex-vexey!! Ft. My Favorite Sleeper Agent + Alabastor and Chris

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yippee ta exchange!!! my giftee was @brain-maggot1 in the event that @titan-army-fan organized

i give you ethanbaster dyeing al's hair and some little side doodles of those two <3

(also the first image has horrible image quality please click on it)

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TITAN ARMY EXCHANGE THING WOOHOOOOOO ( @titan-army-fan )

My person for the event was @drksanctuary! I wanted to wait until Valentine's Day to post my thing because it felt right, anyways hope you like it!

( just in case it's hard to tell nico is the one on the left wearing the jacket and skull shirt, al is the tall one on the right with a million earrings lol also the image quality is better when you actually press the picture)

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a mother's love (anger, blood and tears)

Teen and Up, 2,252 words, Talking, Cigarettes, Underage Smoking, Mommy Issues, Emotional Hurt

"We do not need to talk for me to know her wants, mother and I."

Some days, Silena was so sure of her final decision when she had called Luke with the old, beat-up phone her father snuck inside her bags whenever she came back to camp after a visit. So certain that spying and betraying her home would be worth it if it meant her loved ones would finally be safe, whether that be from monsters, Titans or from their own parents.

My TA exchange week ( @titan-army-fan ) gift for @artemx746 !!! Which may or may not be inspired by the server emojis.

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Family Game Night!!!

For the Titan army exchange!

For @loonatic-yapz for the exchange organized by @titan-army-fan

Somehow claymore got (literally) roped into being the hangman for family game night. Lololol. Hope you like it!!💕💕

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This is my work for @titan-army-fan's exchange week for @everythingwasalreadypicked, hope you enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63034156 (tumblr's being weird about links for whatever reason so the full fic is below the cut as well)

Alabaster’s steps thudded through the echoey corridors of the Mt Othrys palace. The shiny black marble halls were devoid of life except for him and Ethan, whose tread was somehow so much lighter in the same standard-issue boots. The dim green braziers that blazed along the walls didn’t crackle or pop as any normal fire did, so the only sound was Alabaster’s heavy stomps and the whispered echo of Ethan’s.

“The lighting in here is terrible,” Alabaster said to distract himself from the awkward silence.

“I know,” Ethan answered. “You say that every time.”

“I just wanted something to talk about.”

“Is there anything in particular you’d like to discuss?” He asked the question pointedly, as if there was a correct answer Al was supposed to provide. After a second or so of thinking, he thought he landed on the right one.

“How about the meeting with Prometheus?”

“Out in the open like this?” Ethan asked. His eye narrowed. “That’s awfully bold.”

Alabaster fought the urge to roll his eyes. Ethan was way too suspicious of everyone, but Al humoured him and agreed to have this discussion in his office, where non-existent spies couldn’t hide in the shadows. As soon as the noise-cancelling door clicked shut behind them, Ethan went straight to business.

“Prometheus made a very good point about the scale of our operations,” he said. “A two-front war is difficult enough without the arguable third front of the Olympians.”

“We’ll be fine.” Al dropped himself down in the chair behind his desk. “If we’re successful in picking the camps off one at a time—”

“That’s a big if.”

Al huffed. “I’m sure we’ll manage it.”

“You were sure about the Battle of the Labyrinth.”

Ethan looked closely at him and Alabaster fought the urge to bristle under his gaze. His lieutenant had only joined the army recently, but he was already a thorn in his side. A cunning thorn, at that.

“You’re not seriously considering allying with the camps, are you?” Alabaster asked. Prometheus had broached the subject very briefly during the meeting. He said it like a half-baked idea he’d just tossed into the mix to fill space. But Hecate had warned him of what Prometheus was like, and Al caught the suggestion almost as soon as it passed the Titan’s lips. Unfortunately, Ethan seemed more receptive to it. He gazed intently when Prometheus mentioned it during the meeting and now paced the length of the rug in front of Alabaster’s desk.

“I’m not considering anything just yet,” he said. “Merely weighing up the options.”

“Hah!” Al barked. “The only option available is the one we’ve already picked. The camps are our enemies.”

“They’re also demigods. Our success benefits them. We just need to convince them of that.”

“We don’t need them. We have a substantial force of demigods, we have numerous monster species, we have the Titans, plenty of the non-Olympian gods and we��ve even got mortal mercenaries. The camps chose to remain loyal to the Olympians and we’re more than capable of wiping them out along with their precious gods.”

A muscle feathered in Ethan’s jaw. “You’re not listening to me,” he said, irritation writ on his face.

“Then please, enlighten me.” Al leaned back in his chair and motion vaguely towards the desk. He was sure he looked like a massive prick, but thankfully Ethan was professional enough not to punch him for it in the middle of an important discussion.

Ethan took a deep sigh before continuing. “Having more demigod allies would be valuable to us. They’re powerful and they have mostly the same goals as us. Their loyalty can be assured much more confidently than . . . other company we keep.” He leaned over the desk and said in a hushed tone, “We need to be more wary about the allies that we do have.”

Al gave him a sharp look. He knew where this was going. The meeting with Prometheus threatened to tread such ground.

“The Titans are the reason this army exists in the first place,” he said to Ethan in as firm a voice as he could muster. He was speaking as a general now. “And before you start taking Prometheus’ word over theirs, just remember that he’s a Titan too.”

Prometheus, with his age, power, and influence, posed a significant threat to the internal power structure of the army. He’d usurp it right from under Kronos’ nose if given half a chance, and Ethan was quickly becoming a disciple of his. Prometheus had hardly been here and he was already dripping poison into the ears of once-loyal followers.

Ethan remained firm. “We shouldn’t disregard his council.”

“Prometheus has been chained to a rock for about four thousand years. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about!”

“He knows more about the Titans than we do.” Ethan’s fists started to curl at his sides. “Don’t get cocky.”

“What are you going to do, turn me into a flower?”

Ethan turned from Al, shaking his head and tutting under his breath like a disappointed parent. The condescension was palpable. Maybe it was partly Al’s fault for rising to Ethan’s taunts with such a juvenile comment.

“I swore my loyalty to the Titans,” Al said, mostly to recover himself. “They’re in charge of this army, and it’s their orders I listen to.” He quite liked the sound of his voice at that moment: so commanding and authoritative, like a real general should be. “I don’t care whether or not we ally with the camps. As long as it’s them joining us and not the other way around.” He narrowed his eyes on Ethan. “Sometimes I’m not sure which one you’d prefer.”

“I wouldn’t be so careless with my words,” Ethan warned, seeing right through Alabaster’s innuendo. “Such baseless accusations could cause trouble, especially when spoken with such confidence.”

“Do I have any reason not to be confident?” He let a sharp grin break his professional demeanor. “In my words, in my loyalties, in my operations? It seems to me like the only reason for doubt is if you want more than you’re getting.”

Ethan frowned at him and said in a clipped tone, “You need to consider where you stand, General.” Something in his eye darkened.

Al leaned forward in his chair to meet the challenge.

“Is that a threat, Lieutenant?”

Ethan—cunning, thorny Ethan—didn’t bristle under the accusation. His war was as much against his allies as it was his enemies, Al knew. He was single-minded in his goal and likely wasn’t above ridding the army of anyone who threatened to get in his way.

Including Alabaster.

With so many vipers in the pit, he had to tread carefully.

Alabaster was the only demigod Ethan ranked below, and he was also the one he clashed with the most. He’d have plenty to gain from getting rid of him. As much as Alabaster would have liked to have a friend of similar rank to him in the army, this was a war on all fronts and Ethan was just another combatant.

Ethan tilted his head and assessed Alabaster like a cat who’d found a mouse under its paw.

“I wouldn’t dare threaten you, Sir,” he said, as measured as a politician. “Take it as a suggestion. You may be surprised, if you look, to see whose war you're really fighting.”

Alabaster forced himself to remain still.

“I know where my loyalties lie,” he said. It was something he had to remind himself of sometimes. He wasn’t a slippery politician like Ethan or Prometheus. He was here to make the world a better place. He was here to be a hero. “I fight for a cause, and I won’t be swayed from it.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Ethan’s curt reply took all the wind out of his sails. “You fight for an army. This is a war, Alabaster, not a debate. As nice as it would be to choose a moral code or a set of ideals and stick to them, we must be practical. I know it, as do the Titans.” He approached the desk, bracing his hands on the wood as he leaned over Alabaster. “And the Titans, keeping practicality in mind, are not above ridding this army of dead weight.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Lieutenant.” Al’s hand twitched with the urge to dig his claws into the arm of his chair.

Ethan’s face softened into a look Al could have sworn he’d seen mirrored on Prometheus numerous times. For all his faults, Ethan was a very good student.

“Forgive me for being so cryptic,” he said. His voice was so light and melodic you could almost forget the little terrors he was using it for. “I was merely trying to remind you of something.”

“Of something?”

“Of your place.” He pushed off the desk and wandered to the back of the room, pausing to look over his shoulder before he reached the door. “Don’t get cocky,” he said again.

It was all Alabaster could do to give a casual salute-like gesture in acknowledgement. And in warning. Ethan nodded, clearly having read the ‘right back at you’ Alabaster implied. He left the room, closing the door gently behind him, and Alabaster went limp in his chair.

He put his hands over his face and rubbed his eyes. Being a general could be such a fucking headache sometimes. ‘Cryptic’ indeed. Ethan had been so straightforward when he first joined the army, and now you needed a degree in English Literature to parse out what he was trying to say.

But if one thing was obvious, it was this: there were snakes in the grass. Alabaster may not have been the best general in the world, but he was no fool. If Ethan and Prometheus and all the rest of them wanted to scheme against Alabaster, against the Titan leadership, against their very cause, they could be his guests. What he said to Ethan would still stand. He would not be swayed.

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Here is my work for @titan-army-fan's exchange and I am gifting to @m4gp13 !!

Tumblr is not letting me do the links i normally do so this shall have to suffice for now

I hope you enjoy it!

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TA Exchange!!

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TTC era TA with gremlin Lou and responsible Ethan. The coffee cup has hot choco in it lmao.

@comfortabletogether here you go!

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YAYYYYY TA EXCHANGE TIME ( @titan-army-fan )

The person I am gifting this to is @ishouldsleepbut !!

I made Ta!Pollux angst because guilt for indirectly killing his brother and the funeral scene in tbotl made me sad.pollux I love you

Then I have ethabaster and a cleaned up sketch of silena x Chris because they're so silly :3

(And yes these are from two months ago so they were done on my phone and the Pollux one still has my old watermark😭)

I'm gonna ignore how the Pollux art has the same elements as my warrior!pen au art..

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It's exchange week!! Very excited to see everyones wonderful pieces 🫶

Please remember to take my blog and your giftees blog when you post your gift!!

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Exchange week begins tomorrow!!!

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Three more days until exchange week <33

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We are in Titan Army Exchange month, yippee!!

There is approximately one week left until it is submission week, however, submissions can be made until the end of February!

If there's an issue that bars you from getting your piece out in that time, please let me know ASAP!