My Issues With Chiron Is Like A Whole Nother Thing. Like That Guy Is Just Allowing All This Shit To Happen.

My issues with Chiron is like a whole nother thing. Like that guy is just allowing all this shit to happen. You can’t say he has no power here because he fucking runs the damn camp. He sent this kid with 0 training on a quest right after looking over the fact that kid almost died. Chiron bashing is a tag I adore because he is also a jackass. He gaslighted a 12 year old into thinking he was crazy. He never answered anything Percy asked. He’s never shown actually teacher any of the demigods, these kids are teaching each other??

I will say, while I do enjoy enough of Percy Jackson books… I think I prefer the fanfictions that take that world and lean into the darker parts of it.

I really enjoy fanfics I find that have the gods be more… godly I guess. The gods in PJO just feel too much like regular people. Like just annoying people. Also they just suck in general… Luke was an asshole but I kinda get why he was doing it you know? They are fucking gods. They can’t like make sure they’re kids don’t have to struggle and fight just to fucking exist??

I will say, I live for fanfiction where Percy ascends even if he didn’t choose to. Beautiful and tragic and honestly with the shit Percy does thats all I can see happening.

Another thing i enjoy in PJO fanfiction is when it becomes critical of certain characters (if you like Annabeth Chase and Percabeth please leave) and of camp half-blood and camp Jupiter. I cannot stress this enough, those camps are cults making child soldiers. They are not a safe space. They are cults training children to willingly sacrifice themselves for their parents who don’t give a flying shit about them. Chiron literally looked over the fact Percy could have died in that capture the flag game. Camp Halfblood sent out a kid with the like 0 training to go on a death quest just because his father got accused of a damn crime, and they sent him with the girl who nearly gor him fucking killed (Im so sorry I don’t like Annabeth). Camp Jupiter is so much worse because Im sorry??? There are adults??? Why are the children the military??? Thats not even mentioning the fact that so many of these kids are year rounders. They don’t have an actual home to go back to. Thats terrifying, they are stuck in these fucking death camps. Once again, no wonder there are kids who joined Kronos’ army. Not a good thing but I kinda fucking get it.

Also oh my god Percabeth. I love Annabeth bashing fics. Those feed my soul. I don’t care much for Annabeth Chase. She’s interesting but she’s also fucking shit. She beats Percy everytime she gets and is praised for every shitty thing she does and I hate that so fucking much. Im actually so scared for Leah because when people start putting together how shit Annabeth is as PJO get adapted into shows Im so scared she’ll get the brunt of all the problems when it was just how her character was horribly written. Fandom made Percabeth cuter and healthier then they actually are in canon (she didn’t know his Achilles curse was gone yet judo flipped him. Percy. Could. Have. Died.)

Anyway… anyone have recommendations for any fics that lean into the more fucked up side of these books? I’d love to hear it

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2 years ago

"You're a child." Villain spat out, horrified as they stared into the wide eyes of their clearly underage rival.

"Wh-no I'm not!" Hero yelped, then winced as the higher pitch gave them away further. They hunched into themselves, subconsciously trying to appear even smaller.

"Where are your parents?!" Villain demanded, storming forward to grab Hero by the shoulders, "do they know you're fu-freaking doing this?!" Angry as they were, Villain tried not to swear - kids didn't need to hear that kind of language, after all.

"..."

Hero averted their watering eyes, trembling as Villain stared them down. They'd never seen the other so furious.

"I don't..." they licked dry lips nervously, "I don't have parents."

Villain's mind went black for a moment, vision filling with the shivering form of the literal child they'd been fighting.

"...you're an Orphan," it wasn't a question, but instead a surprisingly bland statement, "of course you are."

Something in Villain's tone made Hero look up, made them gaze into the unwavering form of their adversary, where they found a glint of determination in the other's eyes.

"Screw it-" they scooped Hero into their arms, ignoring the spluttering and struggling, "you need someone to keep an eye on you, and I've always wanted kids."

"I'm your parent now Hero"

2 years ago

Hey there! Do you mind writing a snippet about a captured hero in a I-have-you-now-my-pretty situation by a dominating seductive villain? And can you make it very dark please? Thank you so much and I absolutely love your writing!

"There now, isn't this much better?" the villain murmured, stroking their fingers through the hero's damp hair. "You're so pretty beneath all the grime and the blood."

"I prefer the grime and the blood."

"I might also prefer you nice and quiet. Consider that."

"Oh," the hero's eyes darkened, "no doubt. What's more attractive than your prey being forced docile, unable to fight back?"

The villain raised a brow, in the reflection of the mirror. "You. Trying to fight me. Failing."

The hero felt bile claw up their throat at that. They resisted the urge to swallow, to tense; it wouldn't do them any good, and it would probably only serve to delight the creep.

The villain seemed to catch it anyway, because they smiled.

"I do like your spirit," the villain mused. They continued to stroke through the hero's hair, carefully and diligently untangling every knots and snarl. "You're beautiful when you're angry. Defiant. You get this fiery, helpless look in your eyes. The blush is also very becoming. So, you see...it wouldn't be half as fun if you didn't try to fight back."

The hero studied them, trying to decide if that was reverse psychology. They might have preferred it if it was reverse psychology.

The villain laughed, softly, at whatever expression they saw on the hero's face.

The hero jerked their head away. It felt good for all of three seconds before the villain reeled them back in with a much harder yank, making the hero's breath catch. They pulled the hero's head back against the chair, baring their throat.

Perhaps as punishment for moving, or perhaps simply because they could, the villain leaned down over their shoulder to press a kiss to the hero's throat. It looked positively vampiric in the glass. The hero half expected teeth. They hated that they shivered. They hated that they couldn't look away, in the spirit of car crashes, natural disasters and other terrible fascinating things.

The villain's smile edged a fraction sharper, a fraction smugger. They held the hero's eyes as they trailed more kisses along the hero's neck, across their racing pulse, until the hero was taut.

"Go on," the villain whispered. "Tell me not to touch you again. Dealer's choice on if you try a threat, command or plea."

"I think I might prefer me nice and quiet."

"Mm." The villain straightened. They turned their attention to the hero's appearance again, considering. "I knew you liked me too."

"That's not - I don't -"

The villain's smile turned positively wolfish.

The hero snarled; too frustrated for words, too...well. Too many things. Frustrated was the best pick. Better than fear, sinking and entirely too helpless.

The annoying thing was that it did feel better to be clean, with their wounds tended. It simply didn't feel better to have had the villain force them into a bath and out of their own clothes. It was like having their identity, their resistance, scrubbed away alongside the dirt. Dressed in the villain's clothes, with the villain's scent clinging to their skin, it was impossible to forget where they were for even a moment.

It was impossible to forget who the villain thought they belonged to.

There were times when the villain could be charming, seductive. When they first met the hero had even been flattered. The problem was that, after the seduction and shiny polish of it all had worn off, it was perfectly obvious that the villain didn't actually care if the hero was seduced or not. It was a preference - not a requirement. The villain would do as they pleased regardless.

Hopefully, the hero's friends would get there soon.

(They had to get there soon, right?)

"So pretty," the villain murmured once more. "And all mine. Let's go show you off, shall we?"

"I'm not yours." The hero had to say it. Even when they knew it was a trap, even when their voice came out hoarse, they had to say.

The villain laughed again, and swivelled the chair around so that they were facing each other. They smoothed their hands down the hero's trembling thighs. Then, their expression turned cold, as absolute as an old black-and-white fairytale, as unstoppable a death. They leaned in.

"Oh, darling. By the time I'm done with you tonight, you will be."

1 year ago

i wish all my beloved followers and mutuals a very “you find a fic that has the exact premise and characterization you’ve always wanted to see but never had the energy to write yourself and it’s really good and just as long as you want to read”

2 years ago

Hello, I have a prompt request for a hero’s failed attempts to escape an arranged marriage with the villain, hope you’re having a good fall!

“I do hope getting married in secret before we could be engaged wasn’t your plan, was it? You see, no one would dare touch you. Not when you’re meant to be mine, not when they know what I would do to them.”“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Oh,” said the villain, holding up the plans that the hero was sure they had burned in the fireplace, “don’t you?”

—–

“Just let me go!” they cried. “You don’t love me, and I don’t love you. What are you forcing me to stay for, your own sick enjoyment? Just to watch me drown in misery?”“I keep you for the status,” the villain replied, crisp and entirely businesslike. “Because you’re my conquest, the symbol of my victory. You should be glad I let you roam free as my partner-to-be, rather than keeping you in a cage as a trophy.”

—–

They had evaded the staff, the security, the dogs and the motion sensors, the cameras and the keypads. Now they stood at the edge of the villain’s property, with only a chainlink fence separating them from freedom.A chainlink fence, and the villain themself. “You weren’t trying to escape, were you?” The villain fluttered their eyelashes, a cruel smile playing on their lips. “After all, that might hurt my feelings. You wouldn’t want to risk that, would you?”

—–

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1 week ago

I know a lot of people put Nahida and Wanderer’s relationship as “Aunt and Nephew” or “Mother and Son” but I personally see them as “Two siblings but they can’t decide who’s the older one so they switch every now and then”.

I do not believe Nahida has the mental capacity to be a parental figure. Wanderer also doesn’t have that mental capacity. So they take turns being older sibling. They argue over it sometimes.

But any they ✨family✨


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2 years ago

Mother Nature

(TW Graphic Descriptions and Death)

There was once a town. It was large and wondrous, filled with lights, bustling cars, clean streets, and smiling people. There was a nearby forest that the people used as their main resource. Tree wood was taken from the forest to make buildings and businesses, trash was thrown out of sight, and sometimes animals were hunted for fun. Everything was peaceful and happy. Everyone felt safe, secure, and at ease. The children of the town, however, said they heard screaming every time they slept. They said there were screams of pain and they called for help, but the adults dismissed it. They had decided that all the children were just dreaming or playing a silly game, and they believed they all were just dreaming. They never heard poor nature's children screaming. They never saw the anger of the one who heard every cry. 

It all began with one simple afternoon. There was a group of woodworkers who ventured into the surrounding forest to collect wood from the trees. Those who returned said something felt off that day. They said the group walked in complete silence, watching every corner. They felt something watching them walk, that something was following them, they thought something was hunting them down. There were no words exchanged, no sounds from the animals, and the river itself seemed very silent that day. All they heard was the crunching of leaves under their feet and hair on their necks sticking up. While they tried to work, the trees they used to cut down were now like stones to them. They wouldn’t even dent or chip as they swung their axes and fired up their chainsaws. Woodworkers were confused. They came every week to chop and collect wood from all the trees the forest had, sometimes even killing the animals hiding among the trees. Now they couldn't chop anything down. It felt humiliating and shameful, so they kept trying. As the day progressed and the sun set, a loud scream from one of the woodworkers was heard. When the group ran to check on him, they found a horrifying and blood-filled scene. One of their fellow woodworkers had his body violently ripped in half, his now dead face filled with horror and shock. His top half was hanging from the vines and thorns in the trees, beaten and bloody. The bottom half of his body stood up from the group and his feet were planted down. This was just as beaten and broken as the upper body had been. Almost like a tree, its trunk chopped off and left on the ground with only its stump remaining. The woodworker ran out of the woods in terror, and the townsfolk were shocked to hear this news. 

A few days after the body had finally been taken away and buried, a young woman and some other townsfolk came to the forest's huge river to dump their trash. It was the way the town kept the area clean, after all. Throw it in the river and it's lost forever and ever. She waited for a friend. It was odd considering her friend always arrived earlier than everyone else, as she threw away her trash bags and chatted with her neighbors. The trash piles smelled odd today. The smell of rotting meat and metal filled the air. She waited patiently and watched the stream. She noticed that there were more fish than usual and they all appeared to be eating something floating around. She then saw a strange red liquid that stained the brownish water and screamed. Mangled and drowned, her friend's body swam in the forest river. Her stomach was ripped wide open, and the fish ate any organs and bits of skin and flesh that came out. In addition, they ate flowers falling from the vines around her dead body. 

More and more of these incidents happened and the townspeople were terrified. People were found nailed and slashed into the trees, buried alive in the soil, roasted alive in the forest, drowned in the river, mutilated by animals, and so many more. The town had decided it would be much safer never to enter the forest again and found other ways to live. However, it led to trash filling up sewers or becoming ash after burning. The river waters were dirty and some fire from nearby trees was being burned. People lure animals out of the woods and hunt them down dead. The thought that avoiding the forest would keep them safe soon changed when something happened in their town. There was a proud hunter on the edge of town near the forest. He would hunt down the biggest animals in the world and plant their heads down on the walls. One day, his wife and children noticed he had not come downstairs and his wife rushed up to check on him. She found his body lying mangled and torn on the floor, and his head planted on the wall. The walls were tangled with vines and birds flew down to eat the exposed flesh. 

Following the incidents, vines and thorns began to grow in more and more places over the next few days. Buildings, houses, roads, lamps, walls, and everything. After a while, thick vines and thorns suddenly appeared and wrapped around the town one day, making it impossible for people to leave the town. The people panicked and cut through the vines only to be strangled or, even more shockingly, slowly turned into wood. It became darker as more vines and thorns covered the town's sky. It was then that something suddenly arose and blossomed from the walls above the town, seemingly from nowhere. 

It formed out of tarmac and plants. It towered over humans and stood with such power that people quivered. Its body was made of wood. Hair made of vines and moss with thorn-filled branches forming sharp horns and claws. It wore a dress that grew out of its wooden body with moss covering it entirely. It had black flowers growing around its head. Its face seemed almost like an empty wooden mask, with its only true detail being its eyes. The eyes themselves were empty and soulless, yet filled with rage and vengeance. It began to speak in a voice that sounded like an angry mother. As its voice boomed over the town, people fell to the ground on their knees. "You have harmed my children, caused them pain and agony. You caused my world to crumble and burn for your pathetic abomination for years without an inch of regret. I have granted you mercy time and time again, given you warnings and centuries to change your ways. And yet you refuse. Your ancestors and you will now suffer full punishment for the reckless fate you and your families have bestowed upon my family tenfold. Unless your future generations change their ways, they too will suffer the consequences of their actions". 

The town and its people vanished the next day. No one saw the fall or heard the screams. The neighboring townspeople only found a large and beautiful field of flowers and trees where the town used to be. Children from the former town played inside it. The neighboring town took them in and cared for them. They had no memory of what had happened or come before. They said they woke up in an empty field with no town in sight, and that was all they remembered. However, every night when the children went to sleep, they recited a warning to anyone who heard:

Hear my words, for it’ll do you good. She loves her children like a good mother should

You may come near but you must keep them neat, the children will love you and give you a treat

But take and throw away too much, the plants and creatures will scream and such

So Love all on this Earth or else one day, Mother will come and take you away

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9 months ago

Andrius felt useless

1000 years he had kept his vigil as Mondstadt’s North Wind and for 500 he had felt no connection to the Archon he’d pledged himself to over 2000 years ago. Where had Barbatos gone, had he sacrificed himself for the Eastern Wind and if so why did the dragon refuse show itself? Had he not needed to keep watch over Wolvendom he might’ve gone searching yet there was none available to keep his vigil lest outsiders attempt to take advantage of his absen-

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2 months ago

Curse my friend. I asked her what she think Aeolus would sound like if they were voiced by a dude instead of a gal and she said “like Eurylochus”.

So fuck. Now I hear fucking Armando Julian when I mentally sing Keep Your Friends Close-


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2 years ago

the writing challenge, day two

                                                           II

The human shuffled through the third drawer, still no sight of anything helpful, anything sharp, anything heavy. Surely the villain must keep something of these sorts? Yet all they managed to find were a few heavier books, the rest useless. 

There had to be a way. They were so close. 

Helplessly, the hero plonked themselves down on the sofa. The pain shot through their spine, reminding them of the bruises the villain marked on their body. With a hiss, they turned over to their back. For a few minutes they stared at the magnolias. Still fresh, somehow. The light breaking through the water, its reflection-

Oh.

The hero touched the vase delicately, scared of their last hope disappearing in the shadows. The cold surface brushed their fingertips. Glass. 

                                                          ~

The hero traced the glass wall. It seemed thin enough. They clutched the vase in their hand and took a few steps back. 

Bang.

No. No, no, no. The hero watched the barely scratched wall in disbelief. 

They picked up the biggest piece and swung again, using all strength left in their body. 

A scratch, maybe two. 

They took the biggest piece of glass and clung onto the glass wall, hitting it over and over again, until they felt like puking and tears were running down their face and the hand holding the glass was now the hand dripping with blood. 

Still, the glass didn’t shatter. 

Their forehead touched the cold surface when someone’s arms wrapped around their waist and yanked them backward. 

“Oh, darling. You’ve made quite a mess.” 

The hero let out a cry. The villain couldn’t be here. He was out, he- the car was missing, no way he could get here- 

The villain turned them around, his fingers gently brushing over the hero’s red eyes and cheeks before he considered their hand. The hero clenched it but the trembling of their body was becoming visible. 

The villain’s gaze pierced them, his pupils growing barely noticeably. 

The hero gaze dropped on the floor.“Please, don’t- I won’t do that again, I pro-”

The villain pressed his fingers to their throat, forcing them to look up. 

“It’ll only be worse if you try to resist.” 

The hero stumbled, their knees weak. The last thing they did before the spell started working was to put the small glass fragment in their pocket. They couldn’t not look now and even if they could, they wouldn’t. 

“Come here,” the villain said, and the hero fell into his arms. 

After, when their hand had been bandaged and their head rested on the villain’s chest they tried to remember what they did today but the images were blurry and the more they thought about it, the bigger the headache grew. They let the villain play with their hair as the numbness washed over their body.

2 years ago

Sometimes writing (not actually writing) just feels like:

"Does anybody have a map? Anybody maybe happen to know how the hell to do this? I don't know if you can tell But this is me just pretending to know

So where's the map? I need a clue 'Cause the scary truth is I'm flying blind And I'm making this up as I go"


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