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im writing a book.

i dont think its very good, but heres a snippet if your intrested:

Light poured in through the windows, the checkers red curtains nullifying the light as it came, giving it a healthy bit of colour before hitting the floor and table.

The floors idly creaked from abundant use. The oak wood they were made from growing older throughout the years. Still as beautiful in its creation though, even if a little bit weathered.

Throughout the silence that enveloped a room there was a disturbance to this tranquil peace, the sound of someone waking up startled, then promptly rolling off the table they were placed on accidently.

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Stevan fell off from table he was placed on top of when he was unconscious, it was more a counter then a table but that wasn’t his main concern. His main concern was that he woke up in a house he didn’t recognise, and he didn’t know if he was alone.

His eyes scanned the room, trying to see if there was any semblance of a memory he could bring up, from the floor he looked out the window above him on the wall, though he just saw sky. 

That was strange.

Stevans head throbbed as he lifted his hand to it, he grimaced as he realised it was bandaged. He managed to pull himself into a sitting position as he exhaled a sigh of relief, but said relief was short lived as he felt a sharp pain through his chest and looked down.

His torso was covered in bandages. They were way too tight, crusty on the outside because they were drying there but wet against his skin as he shifted to tug at them, attempting to rid himself of the offending garment. It proved futile, whoever did these knew how to do it properly, and both ends of the bandages were probably somewhere around his shoulder blades, so he couldn’t undo them if he tried.

He grabbed the table side and gritted his teeth as he managed to pull himself up, pain racking through his body as he managed to his feet. He leant heavily onto the table, the only thing keeping him up at the moment, besides the adrenaline. As he attempted to stand on his own, he realised his mistake immediately.

His bare feet pressed against the wooden floor at full weight, which was fine. But his knees buckled when his muscles tensed, due to the fact that he was currently very injured.

Stevan managed to fling himself back onto the kitchen wall, probably not the best idea but he managed to stay somewhat upright as he grabbed the counter he had previously rolled off. Although he didn’t have time to properly regain his balance as he heard footsteps walking into the room, his head warily looking forward, his eyes fixed on the door.

He was incredibly surprised at what stood before him. A woman. She had long black hair, a deeply tanned skin, rectangle body shape, she was bloody tall, and a sharp face. 

Which were all fine traits, until you factor in the feathers going up the backs of her arms, meeting and covering her shoulders and then climbing up her neck all the way to the back of her head and just behind her ears. The talons thar replaced nails, longer and sharper than a human as if they were made to slash and tear. The fact that the whites of her eyes were pitch black, the colour of her eyes was a bright amber and her pupils were slits. The biggest thing that caught him off guard though? The massive black wings protruding from her back.

She smirked at him, obviously amused by something. Stevan shivered a bit at that, it was intimidating, and he could very well see that the canine teeth were slightly bigger than a human.

“Hey Alex?” she called back into the hall, not taking her eyes off Stevan till she continued her sentence exiting the room.

“Your dumbass humans awake.”

Stevan bristled at that last comment, he personally did not appreciate being called a dumbass. Especially when he was injured and confused. He heard a voice start to respond to the women’s voice but did not manage to catch what was being said, already too preoccupied with looking for something to defend himself with, snooping through draws and looking in cupboards.

He was sure the woman was a threat; he had never even seen anyone that looked like that. He knew he had no prior evidence to suggest she was someone bad, but she gave him the creeps.

A new person entered the room. A male this time, he looked like her. Same wings, except he had some grey feathers. Not due to age, he looked younger than her, shorter too. Same hair but it was down to his shoulders with a grey streak in the front on the left side. Same skin tone and eyes almost exactly, except he had freckles dusting the bridge of his nose, and his skin was a tad darker than hers. Stevan would’ve been enamoured if he cared to take a better look, but he had more pressing matters on his mind at the moment.

The other man looked at Stevan, not hostilely but not entirely transparent either. He looked just as guarded as Stevan, but for varied reasons. 

Stevan was guarded because he was scared and did not know where he was or why he was here. The other man was guarded because humans are inherently stupid and impulsive, and he had not interacted with many without them going hostile. So, he had to be careful not to spook the one in his kitchen.

“Hello human. Please do not be alarmed, my name is ale- “he stated before he stopped seeing the human grab something from his draw, the stupid human had found a knife.

Stevan tightly gripped the meat cleaver he had found in both his hands, clearly inexperienced. His hands shook slightly as hr gripped the handle; he silently cursed them.

“Stay back… you. I will not hesitate to defend myself if necessary.” Stevan warned, making a stabbing motion with the meat cleaver.

“You can’t stab anyone with that type of knife.” The man said, gesturing to the meat cleaver’s point. Stevan did not get what he was pointing out.

“I-. what?”

“You can’t stab anyone with that thing.”

“Wait why not?” 

“It is a meat cleaver; it’s meant for slicing. If you want to stab someone you need one with a point, otherwise you’re hitting someone with a blunt object, the big one right there would be more effective.”

“Huh- “ 

Stevan paused, looking down at the knife and turning it in his hand. The man did have a point. He looked at the other man, refusing to break eye contact as he put the knife on the counter and slowly grabbed a chef’s knife instead.

The other man’s eyes widened a little actually, he was trying to educate and offer the knowledge to the human trusted him and learned. Not so he could be on the other side of the knife, it was strange how humans thought processes worked.

“Could you refrain from turning that on me?”

Stevan was perplexed, the guy told him how to use a knife then asked not to be stabbed after giving him the right advice to do it? Ridiculous.

“Uh, why should I?”

The man did not react badly on the contrary. He placed his finger on the knife and lowered it down. For some reason, Stevan let him. The man took a step back once he did, looking back up at the other.

“The woman you encountered earlier before was my sister, the tall intimidating one. I don’t think she’d be pleased if a human stabbed her brother.”

That did pause Stevan. Of course that was the case. He had two kidnappers, not one. This made it harder to fight back, escape, anything like that. And it didn’t help his captors didn’t look human.

“Where do we go from here then?” Stevan asked, slightly raising the knife to keep a distance between them. He was still on edge, and very wary of the other.

“You could start by the knife down and telling me what you remember. like your name, I’m Alexander.” Alexander said, nodding his head slightly and gesturing for Stevan to go.

Stevan lowered the knife slightly, but he didn’t let go, he wasn’t going to be doing that for a while.

“I don’t feel secure enough to put this down, but I’ll meet you halfway and lower it.” Stevan said, Alexander smiles slightly and nodded. His canines poking out slightly.

“And, now that you mention it, I can’t remember… anything. Not just in the past few days but, in the past, - well forever, I’m not entirely sure what my name even is.” 

This was the realisation Stevan came to as he spoke, he hadn’t given it much thought before this, but it was just blank. 

Like trying you search for a book you accidently lost, or trying to find something you long since got rid of.

“I see.” Alexander said cooly, not unfriendlily instead like he was deep in thought. “Well, its lucky your shirt is labelled, it said your name was Stevan. With an A. unless you stole or borrowed this shirt but I’ll assume Stevans your actual name.”

Stevan slowly nodded. He knew one thing at least. “Why am I here?” Stevan asked quietly, whenever he tried to think back his head hurt. And in all honesty? He was scared. He was a scared wounded man, in a strange house with people who aren’t human.

Alexander tilted his head to the left, his eyebrows knitting together sympathetically as he stared at the other. He sighed, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes for a moment before looking back and facing him.

“I found you; you were passed out face down at the divide, you had managed to get yourself caught on the rocks, blood was dripping all over and pouring down the river. I wasn’t just going to leave you like that, even if you are a human.”

“I have…. No recollection of that, at all.”

“That’s… not a good problem to have.” 

Alexander said concerned, he walked forward, ignoring how Stevan’s grip on the knife tightened and looked at his head. “I didn’t think your head injury was that bad, it wasn’t cut up as bad as your chest. I have to assume head trauma. Come, sit. I need to check redo that chest bandage, I’m sure it’s not comfortable.”

Stean didn’t even get a chance to respond as he was led to a couch in the next room, it was a nice forest green, like the trees outside. Well, he assumed like the trees outside, it was odd though, the back of the couch was missing its bottom. Which confused Stevan till the other sat down and put his wings through the part on the bottom so he wouldn’t sit on and hurt them. Stevan actually enjoyed that a little, it was very clever.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I swear it. Just please let me fix the bandages, I’ll need you to give me the knife, its going to hurt and I don’t want you to hurt either of us if you accidently flip out.”

Stevan didn’t like that idea at all, clutching the knife tighter and leaning back slightly. Alexander saw the issue and sighed; it was understandable for the human to be nervous. 

But it was a little annoying he wasn’t listening to important information.

“Ok, I understand your hesitation, but how about we compromise? You put your knife down on the table while I fix that? Then ill get you a Propper dagger and a sheath so you can feel safe, but not without kitchen utensils?” Alexander offered, trying to make the human feel safer.

Stevan slowly placed it on the table although he was slightly tensed up. He didn’t really want to or feel comfortable with doing so, but things would go nowhere if he didn’t. 

even so, as he placed it down a knot formed in his stomach, he still had that irrational fear he was going to get hurt, by the stranger who had shown him nothing but kindness. In all honesty? He felt a little bad.

Alexander saw this, and he got it. He didn’t want to make the human feel uncomfortable, but again he had had limited interaction with humans, and they were normally hostile. Even if this human didn’t appear to be, from what he’s gathered? Humans are just plainly hostile in nature.

Alexander sat closer to Stevan, huffing a little that the other pulled away. That wasn’t going to help anyone, he started by getting a good look at the dishevelled bandages, assessing what needed to be done.

They were discoloured and sticky by now, being dark crimson and a bit brown. It proved they were quite old, and definitely needs replacing before anything else, or before the wound gets infected.

He slowly cut and peeled away at the bandaged, but he thought having sharp metals and objects around the human would frighten him, so he used his talons instead. 

He had sharp talons instead of nails, the talons carefully cut away the sticky bandages, avoiding skin and wound area, being incredibly careful as to what he cut. From what Stevan had saw, his talons looked more maintained than the other woman’s talons, his were slightly shinier.

Stevan slightly flinched as the fabric was pulled away, did it hurt? 

Well slightly, it was peeling slight scab off the still bleeding wound, but it was more uncomfortable than anything. The crunchy wet sound that he heard made him gag.

As he worked on it, Alexander informed Stevan that the bleeding had not fully stopped, but it had slowed very much to a snail’s pace. Which was better than how it was gushing at the divide at which he was found.

As Stevan stared at the gaping wound he kind of wanted to touch it. It made sense, it was something new. And he was only human, after all. And he had never felt anything like that before. He slightly raised his hand, intent on picking at it before Alexander caught his wrist, giving him a disbelieving look. Stevan avoided eye contact, yanking back his wrist softly as Alexander stared at him.

“Hey- “

“Don’t pick at your wound. It’s already really bad.”

“……ok?”

Stevan was surprised at how worried he sounded, and was left to muse on that as Alexander used some wet cloth to clean the wet and dry blood that had dripped on his stomach either now or had dried there when the wound was first made.

Alexander looked away to grab dry clothes to dry the disgusting sight, and Stevan reached down and tried to wipe off some of the water mixed with blood covering his chest. It was so sticky; he took a deep breath as he looked down, knowing it would make him slightly sick. He regretted it almost instantly, gagging. He decided to look up and instead saw that Alexander was distracted grabbing a set of new bandages. So, being human, Stevan seized his chance and touched the wound. Instantaneously he yanked his hand back, a gasp escaping his lips as he felt a sharp sting he hadn’t felt before.

Alexander, who was rummaging through draws, heard the gasp from the kitchen and groaned. He grabbed the bandages quickly and turned on his heel, rushing over and grabbing a wipe.

“Stupid, stupid humans. Always impulsive, never even try to think.” He ranted, muttering under his breath as he shot a look over at Stevan, who had the decency sense to try to look sorry, but lacked the common sense to not snark back, which he did.

“If all humans seem to be the bane of your existence, with through your words you’ve made abundantly clear, why’d you go into your own trouble and out of your way to try save me?”

Alexander froze, halting his unwrapping of bandages as he looked at Stevan with pity? Disbelief? Whatever it was Stevan didn’t like it.

“Because I’m not going to let some idiots die, I don’t want the fact that I could’ve saved you but didn’t to be petty on my conscience.”

“I’m not an idiot.” Stevan tried to protest, going to sit up and attempt shove the other, but feeling a huge jolt of pain through his body, he fell back against the couch, making a sound between a gasp and an ‘ompf.’

Alexander stopped doing what he was, sighing. As he put down the bottle, he was about to pour onto the rag he was going to use to clean Stevans wounds.

“You’re probably not ready to try use rubbing alcohol on that wound? I mean that’s just my assumption; we can always try-”

He didn’t even get a chance to finish. Stevan didn’t bother to answer with words, just making a very intense noise of disagreement.

Two lions cannot dwell in the same cave ( Patrochilles & Odydio )

First time I ever share my Patrochilles, these two duo are kinda similar (except one pair both die tragically)

idea:

tw: angst, suicide mentions

Octavian as Maui, but instead of some big warrior demigod, hes some skrunkly crunkly little shit, a demigod from ancient times, who thought he could steal Gaeas heart and survive, failed miserably and was cursed to being a mortal demigod thousands of years later.

We don’t know much about Octavian, where he came from, why he is so pompous, so what if it’s because he was born in ancient times, and was cursed with having to be a mortal demigod in modern times, with barely any semblance of the powers he used to have, and it shows. He has a god complex, because he used to be able to get away with it. He *used* to be able to do anything. Now he’s in a fucking teenagers body. And yeah, he causes a war.

it wasn’t that bad in olden days, it was a point of honor. And when he saw that cannon c for a split second he thought he saw a glimpse of his old life, he could be the hero he remembers. And Mabye, death could bring him that, Mabye if he died he could be who he used to.

but the gods decided fuck that, he hadent repented and returned the heart, he miraculously survives, spiteful and vindictive, and very pissed. His body dosent feel like his own and now he’s being denied death? Fuck.

Micheal eventually finds him and he basically decided she’s going to help his freind finish the quest, no idea on Octavian’s planned auicide after the quest. Octavians just done, he’s so tired, and mad, and awful, and powerless. He’s just done. But his planned go into turmoil when he realises Micheal actuallly cares about him. It’s awful, and right, all at the same time.

he dosent deserve this, right? He’s not who he used to be. He’s not the big amazing warrior, he’s not the hero, hell, he’s not even a very good villain. But Micheal thinks he’s amazing. And that’s scary, and wrong, and oh so good to feel his walls comming down. But he hates it at the same time. He’s allways been alone, back in the ancient when he was doing quests, or then when he was Augur, and now… he was trying so hard to be alone. But Micheal wouldent get the fucking message.

and when they finish the quest, it’s overlooking the cliff Octavian first fell off before he was transported to this mortal world. He stood there, looking at the water below. It was churning, dark and uninvitong. He wonders if death will be cold, dark. Like a nightmare, the cold floor biting your skin like frostbite, and the darkness so bad you could barley see your hand infront of your face.

it warm, like good memories. Holding him, ears hearing like he’s underwater, muted light through bliss enfectibg goggles. Like good things, and happy times. Would it be warmer then Micheal’s arms-

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where did *that* come from?

Octavian bristled. He wasn’t supposed to think like this. No one was, it wasn’t strong, it wasn’t right. But god he wanted to curl up in Micheal’s arms and never leave. He wanted to feel small, he wanted to feel something other then a FUCKING overwhelming need to be the best, to be the greatest, to make history no matter the cost.

but death felt so tempting, but for the first time in forever he felt like he could find happiness with another person. That Mabye he could be ok, with not being great. With just being… good. With someone he loved.

no.

No, he didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to feel this safe. This happy. He screwed up the world. He’s fixed it. But now. What’s left?

what could keep him happy, what could keep him, someone so broken, and who he thought was *evil* he was *evil*, what could he deserve?

Octavian didn’t know when tears started falling down his cheeks, or when his foot came closer to the edge. It felt lucid, like he was underwater, like he could see himself, but not through his eyes.

he heard Micheal calling for him, but it felt muffled. He heard noises, not words. Cody soon,, then panic.

he didn’t want Micheal to panic, Micheal deserved the world. He wasn’t sure when he took a step closer to the edge, or when he let himself fall fowrd. He wasn’t sure what was happening, it felt so… unreal. Like, so so very unreal. He felt arms around his waist and felt himself be tanked back, falling back onto someone, and the jolt winding him, and the breath he took almost broke the illusion of serenity with a harsh slap of reality. He heard Micheal yelling at him, sitting up, still holding him.

he couldent tell the words, everything eas becoming more real. That warm feeling was gone, that bliss of not feeling, was gone. And he didn’t know if he liked it. Octavian *sobbed*. He didn’t know why, he wasn’t sure why he could actually do this. He wasn’t supposed to do this. He was supposed to be strong, scary, and big. But in Micheal’s arms he felt oh so small. He heard Micheal’s voice falter.

this was all to much for Micheal. He felt petrified when he saw ofcavoan first walk to that edge.what was he supposed to do? What *could* he do? He was frozen, till he saw that step. Then another. And he had to fling himself at Octavian and yank him back before he fell, and when he grabbed him Micheal fell flat on his back. He was yelling at Octavian, asking him what the hell he was thinking. Till he started sobbing. He only could hold him. There wasn’t anything he could do in this situation. He just held him. This was overwhelming for both Boyd, and they sat there. For how long he didn’t know. But what he did know? Him and Octavian had a long conversation ahead.

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sorry, it was meant to be a light hearted thing then I just continued and it spirals out of control. If you like it, leave a comment and I can expand on this new au, I wasn’t meaning for this to happen but it did lmao. This was my first time writing angst, and actually writing things, not just a concept. Wow. What do you think?

Ares, Hera, and Hermes during Odysseus

Hera, goddess and protector of women:

Ares, getting his promised slaughter:

Hermes, watching his favourite baby kill people:

Madi with the lyrics of Legendary, any color is fine (so you don't forget, as you asked.) ^^.

I have it portrait and non portrait, just hit my ask box if others want their own!

@s7nnydrop-flower

42

Just here to point out miles gets bit by the spider from 42, and in hitchhikers guide to the galaxy the answer to life, the universe, and everything is the number 42. Did anyone eles make this connection?

new community:

hello, I went looking for a PunkFlower ship community a while ago and was surprised to find not a single one.

so i made one myself, link here:

Punkflower shippers • Community on Tumblr

a community where we share our amazing ship.

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I hope people actually participate and can have a look around, because I think it'd be col to share things here.

if you need me on something specific tag me at:

@ilona2nerrie

enjoy!

#Hobie brown#miles morales#spiderverse#punkflower#miles x hobie#hobie x miles#astv miles#astv hobie#multiverse

This audio pretty much sums up their relationship after their first quest-

Some silly Prophetrio stuff, progress is being made I have just been having fun doodling COS stuff atm (go listen to Curse of Strahdanya it’s awesome)

What kind of parent Octavian is:

Well Octavian was around 16-17 when he got shout out of that cannon, and I imagine by the time he was able to do things properly again he’d be 17. 

The thing was, Khan is kinda a freaky child. Octavian could be doing something random at night, and Khan would wake up and stare at him till he put him back to bed.

And keep in mind Octavian is barely an adult, with shit loads of ptsd and anxiety, and since he was manipulated so *bad* by Gaea he struggles with knowing if his thoughts are his own. 

He dose his best with Khan, keeping him away from monsters, acting on his best judgment, trying not to be surprised when Khan obliterates a small level monster with just punching it. Yeah. Normal kid stuff. Octavian wasn’t a normal kid, how the fuck is he supposed to know normal kid things.

If Khan disobeyes or goes against instructions there are various levels. Like if he didn’t put out their camp fore, Octavian would just softly rant to him about *everything* that could go wrong, literly everything. Scares the 8 year old unintentionally. The fire never gets left on again.

If he disobeys and decided to speak out it’s more sever and he has to deal with Octavian literly grabbing him and carrying him back, he dosent get punished the first day though because Octavian is still calming his anxiety that the child he’s supposed to protect isn’t dead. He accidentally got attached to this small child. 

Khan gets punished the next day. He has to help Octavian scrub the guts off their wepons. Ew.

@shattered-glasswork 

Need that happiness.

Happiness Will Come To You.

oooo, ok, I’ll write something about that then tag you?

is there a lore reason that Octavian has white hair in ur survived AU or is it just cuz it looks cool?

stress after like, weeks being paralysed in the grass basically in excruciating pain. And then it didn’t get better after he found out he had to take care of a child, and then realised said child was a Child of Kronos and his father wanted him for a sacrifice to get a physical body, and Octavian has to like, not let the child do that.

Scylla

I made a Scylla design. It’s low quality sorry, can’t fix it.

Not full monster, humanoid.

thinking of other trauma related reasons, if you have anymore questions feel free to ask.

is there a lore reason that Octavian has white hair in ur survived AU or is it just cuz it looks cool?

stress after like, weeks being paralysed in the grass basically in excruciating pain. And then it didn’t get better after he found out he had to take care of a child, and then realised said child was a Child of Kronos and his father wanted him for a sacrifice to get a physical body, and Octavian has to like, not let the child do that.

Octavian survived au: small accidentally adopted child:

see my other post for the au, but this posts going to be about the small child Octavian accidentally Adopts after the accident:

Name: Khan

Race: Sri Lankan 

Age: 6 when he found Octavian, is 8 now.

Skin tone: brown golden dark, closer to Samuel L Jackson Then bob Marley.

Hair: hair length to his waist, dreadlocks, largely darker brown than his skin.

Markings: due to his heritage he has more drastic identification then most demigods. He has gold markings around his body where traditional body painting would be applied.

Eyes: golden eyes, pupils are closer to slits than circles, more like a sharp oval.

Clothes: white and red clothes.

Jewellery: gold. Dosent matter where it’s just gold.

Weapons: doesn’t have one yet, but will include a scythe when he gets older.

Powers: they sent unlocked yet.

Relationship to Octavian: he sees him as his parent basically. He can’t remember his mother, swing as she died a while ago when he was four. He managed to survive on his own two years, before he found Octavian dying, and accidentally used his locked powers to fix what he could, unknowingly. Octavian was a lot for a child to learn so he either called Octavian ‘Tay-Tay’, somthing Octavian deals with, or ‘mama’ because that’s easy for a kid and he just registered good parent, his mum, with Octavian. Octavian gets a little touched and a lot embarrassed when Khan calls him that.

(I have a freind irl who looked like this as a kid, he wanted me to add in a charecter for him. He’s my best friend, imma just put this there. Well except for the demigod features, he doesn’t have gold markings or gold eyes 😅)

Octavian survived au: small accidentally adopted child:

see my other post for the au, but this posts going to be about the small child Octavian accidentally Adopts after the accident:

Name: Khan

Race: Sri Lankan 

Age: 6 when he found Octavian, is 8 now.

Skin tone: brown golden dark, closer to Samuel L Jackson Then bob Marley.

Hair: hair length to his waist, dreadlocks, largely darker brown than his skin.

Markings: due to his heritage he has more drastic identification then most demigods. He has gold markings around his body where traditional body painting would be applied.

Eyes: golden eyes, pupils are closer to slits than circles, more like a sharp oval.

Clothes: white and red clothes.

Jewellery: gold. Dosent matter where it’s just gold.

Weapons: doesn’t have one yet, but will include a scythe when he gets older.

Powers: they sent unlocked yet.

Relationship to Octavian: he sees him as his parent basically. He can’t remember his mother, swing as she died a while ago when he was four. He managed to survive on his own two years, before he found Octavian dying, and accidentally used his locked powers to fix what he could, unknowingly. Octavian was a lot for a child to learn so he either called Octavian ‘Tay-Tay’, somthing Octavian deals with, or ‘mama’ because that’s easy for a kid and he just registered good parent, his mum, with Octavian. Octavian gets a little touched and a lot embarrassed when Khan calls him that.

(I have a freind irl who looked like this as a kid, he wanted me to add in a charecter for him. He’s my best friend, imma just put this there. Well except for the demigod features, he doesn’t have gold markings or gold eyes 😅)

Octavian survived AU:

also, if Jason survived and was picked up by Octavian and his accidental adopted son.

his names Khan by the way.

khan: 8

"Well, for starters, you're hurt," Kahn said bluntly, motioning to Jason's chest. "Why'd you let yourself get speared anyway? That's pretty stupid."

Jason's jaw clenched as Khan pointed out the obvious. He didn't need a lecture from a kid, especially one who didn't know the full story. "It's not like I WANTED to be speared," he grumbled.

"And then you just lay in bed all day, not doing anything," Kahn continued, ignoring Jason's comment. "Doesn't seem very fun, does it?"

Jason bristled at Kahn's words. He was recovering from a serious injury, for gods' sake! It wasn't like he was just lounging around for fun. "I'm healing, smartass," he snapped.

Doot Doot

what-

is there a lore reason that Octavian has white hair in ur survived AU or is it just cuz it looks cool?

stress after like, weeks being paralysed in the grass basically in excruciating pain. And then it didn’t get better after he found out he had to take care of a child, and then realised said child was a Child of Kronos and his father wanted him for a sacrifice to get a physical body, and Octavian has to like, not let the child do that.

Octavian survived AU:

also, if Jason survived and was picked up by Octavian and his accidental adopted son.

his names Khan by the way.

khan: 8

"Well, for starters, you're hurt," Kahn said bluntly, motioning to Jason's chest. "Why'd you let yourself get speared anyway? That's pretty stupid."

Jason's jaw clenched as Khan pointed out the obvious. He didn't need a lecture from a kid, especially one who didn't know the full story. "It's not like I WANTED to be speared," he grumbled.

"And then you just lay in bed all day, not doing anything," Kahn continued, ignoring Jason's comment. "Doesn't seem very fun, does it?"

Jason bristled at Kahn's words. He was recovering from a serious injury, for gods' sake! It wasn't like he was just lounging around for fun. "I'm healing, smartass," he snapped.

Octavian after the cannon if he survived:

White fluffy hair around going to his waist, put up in a high ponytail.

A white button up shirt under a black vest with a flowy pattern on it.

Due to the cannon, the left half of his face was horrifically scared, in the same way two face has two faces, half of his face is normal and the other is covers by a metal half mask, with a glowing place where the eye would be.

He wears hearing aids due to going partially deaf due to the loudness of the cannon.

His whole left side is pretty fucked, he lost his left arm fully during cannon, that’s the only thing they found of him. Henry had a metal prosthetic made with the same pattern that’s on the vest carved into it.

His leg wasn’t as bad as his arm but he still lost chunks, he got it metal plated but it still causes him regular pain.

He has to spend over half an hour ruccibg ointment over his whole left half, as it’s fully scared.

The only scars on his right side is his top surgery scars and a few he got from fighting.

Goes by Vi to people who don’t know him so he isn’t found by people in his past.

Was awful with a sword, but found he adopted a bow after the whole cannon incident.

Wears heeled boots because on his left half his hell was fully replaced by metal, and it’s less painful if his mussels are tensed like that.

Got proficient in sign language but signs with a slur due to the fact he has one metal hand and only half his sight.

Got less racist, and now without Gaea in his ear 24/7 telling him to exterminate the Greeks he has some sort of small music playing in his hearing aids because he can’t stand the silence.

Trans (FTM) and had a gay awakening when he was fighting with Jason, and denied it very hard. 

Wears an old braclet of the last things he could snatch from camp before he ran away.

No one thought he was alive, and basically didn’t remember to check for him for weeks after, when they found his arm. He was paralysed for a week lying down in the grass awake but unable to move and in pain, he cried all his tears from them, developing a despising of all demigods in general after he was made to suffer for a week straight basically undead.

Was saved by a small Greek boy who was about 5. He basically adopted him after that, begrudgingly. Finding out he was a son of Kronos, about three years after, and still taking care of him. Basically hiding him from his dad and trying to survive away from society.

ha?

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EPIC: the musical x JayVik

ok, this is my first attempt of an iteration so, please, give me feedback.

Odysseus: Jayce

Penelope: Viktor

Telemachus: ???

Anticlea: Ximena

Argos: ???

Athena: Mel? 

(Not sure about that one, feedback needed. If so then I could go god games like, mages. I could do LeBlanc as Zeus and if there’s other confirmed mages make them gods, if not then ask for peoples OC’s that fit the role.)

Zeus: LeBlanc (see above)

Astyanax: ??? 

(Also, any ideas for me to fill in the names for -the horse and the infant- will be taken.)

That’s all I have so far, please let me know about any ideas or any characters, I’m -suffering- trying to do this myself.

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I.

I didn’t know I could ask myself questions :0

well how dose it taste?

I eat Zeus’s hair the wire thing.

What is wrong with you guys lmao ?

Ig zeus overreacts and throws you in tartarus

Omg

Every Iliad generals meeting in a nutshell (featuring Odysseus peak stress level' Agamemnon being himself, Menelaus trying to stop his brother from being himself and Diomedes cheering on for his angry war husband)

just for me, like original not my reblog. just dony wanna lose th ool art. :)

This is how I'm coping whit Epic ending tomorrow

Thank youuuuuu

can I steal Zeus’s liver? Pretty please?

If you must :3

can I steal Zeus’s liver? Pretty please?

If you must :3