#GAGGED HERMES TOO

[mydairpercabeth]

annabeth: this seems impertinent

percy: i am impertinent

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson the lightning thief #annabeth chase #pjo #pjo tv #percabeth #HES SO IMPERTINENT #GAGGED HERMES TOO #THATS MY SON #pjo tv show #walker scobell #leah jeffries #leah sava jeffries #percy series

[adr1025]

one of the things i dislike about the ancients is the way shards are treated. Since "A" is X Y and Z of course their shard would at least be X and the sort. it just annoys me to no end

#the way they treated hermes' shards too #always seeking the meaning of life and it being his ruin #it would be more impact full if they fully embraced having traits of your ancient self as a “curse” #and being able to overcome it by being yourself #idk in a more of a “you are you and no one else” way #instead of a sort of gag #i could write this better but i want to take nap #ALSO NOT THAT I HATE ANCIENTS OCS #that's a whole different thing #I just hate what the game and the Lore are doing with it

[jcoleemic]

am i making you feel sick? - L. Castellan

summary: when percy arrives in the infirmary in critical condition from a scorpion sting, you find out who was behind it all

warnings: book spoilers, betrayal, angst, that's literally it

side note: kinda got the inspo from the song, bc the whole betrayal of it all "am i making you feel sick?" kinda gagged me tbh and this idea was then conjured up so... i hope this isn't trash lol

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you sat in the hermes cabin for close to an hour now, having no clue where your boyfriend was. he'd been m.i.a. the whole day, and even when you had asked chris about his whereabouts, you'd come up empty handed.

the soft blue plaid of his sheets brought you comfort as you traced the yellow lines that ran vertically down the expanse of his comforter. they smelled of luke's cologne, warm and soft yet masculine, it matched his personality perfectly.

an hour bled into another thirty minutes, and by then, you were dozing off. without worrying about being bothered by any of the other kids in the cabin, you snuggled up into his comforter, letting your eyes fall closed. he's just busy today, you told yourself as your breathing fell even. the hermes cabin was a lovely environment to fall asleep in, despite its constant chaos. the warm environment reminded you of your grandparents house, one that you probably wouldn't visit again.

but, just before you could fully drift off, heavy and fast footsteps boomed on the oak floors, startling you up into a seated position. you originally thought that it had finally been luke, but you were wrong. it was chris, instead. "we need you in the infirmary," he spoke breathlessly, yet you could hear the subtle break in his voice. the urgency made your heart jump into your throat, and no words were exchanged as you jumped out of the comfort of luke's bed, following chris.

upon arriving at the infirmary, most of your siblings stood outside. it seemed as though you were the last one there, and you really wondered just how bad it was. your brother marcus was head counselor for your cabin, a year older than you. he was the first person you saw when you barged through the doors, barely holding it for poor chris behind you. "what happened?"

"a scorpion stung percy. annabeth brought him in just ten minutes ago," he said, hanging his head down low. your heart sank at the news of the young demigod being in such imminent danger. "what- how? is he okay?" you felt the bile in your stomach reach your throat. something felt off about this, and you didn't know what but it made goosebumps rise on your skin, yet your hands grew clammy.

marcus nodded, but his eyes grew teary and cloudy before dropping eye contact with you. that didn't help the growing uneasiness in your core. if he wasn't going to give you a straight answer, you pushed past him to go see percy or annabeth, two kids you knew would be straight up with you.

you saw the pale boy laying on a cot, with chiron and annabeth at his side. no other campers, except for a few of your siblings were in the room, so you rushed to percy's side. because he had grown close with luke, he had grown close with you too. he was your unofficial little brother, and the sight of him so sickly made your heart clench.

"hey, perce. how are you feeling?" you asked, bending down to push some of his curls out of his face. his forehead felt hot and sweaty. he just shrugged, not wanting to give much of an answer. "better, but tired."

you nodded, pushing a few more curls away from his face before deciding to let the poor boy rest. looking away from him, you looked at the worrisome faces of annabeth, chiron, and mr. d. everyone was here, but luke. where was luke.

before the question could even leave your mind and out of your lips, chiron put a hand on your shoulder. "come, child. i need to speak with you." he held something of sorrow in his eyes while looking into yours. he shifted his gaze to chris, an unspoken sentence shared between the two of them, that immediately had the boy following you out alongside chiron.

they led you outside of the infirmary and to your cabin, which was a little less than five feet away. their silence was making the pit in your stomach grow larger by the second. you decided then that you couldn't take it any longer, so you spoke up. "what's going on?" your voice wavered more than you would've liked it to, but it got the point across.

you looked from chris to chiron, and noticed tears were falling from chris' face. he looked down at his shoes pitifully, his hands coming up to wipe away the stray tears. that only made some of your own well up in your eyes. "chiron, please."

"the scorpion that attacked percy..." he trailed, "it was luke's. he tried to kill him, and he is the one that stole the masterbolt. he's been working with kronos this whole time."

his words pierced your skin, yet bounced off all at the same time. your immediate reaction was to laugh in disbelief, but your eyes betrayed you as silent tears started to fall. "no, he wouldn't do that, i know him," you argued, watching the way chiron sighed deeply and hung his head low. chris' eyes met yours and you could see the glossy distance in them, making your heart shatter. he pulled you into a hug, much like luke would, and initially you tried to fight him off.

"you're lying," you spewed at chiron, like hot venom coming out of your mouth. "chris, stop crying, get off of me! he's lying, he's lyi-"

it was then that your words caught up in your throat, your limbs going numb at your poor attempt to pry chris' arms off of your body. the sobs that left your throat were those that only happened when you lost a loved one, and in a way you did. "i truly, am, so sorry," chiron whispered, pursing his lips as he watched you cry in chris' arms.

maybe you should've seen this coming. after all, he hated the gods for what they did to their children; sending them off on dangerous quests, never seeing or talking to them. just the pure fact that they ever conceived of their many children that they would just neglect made luke angry.

but out of all this hatred, no matter how much he despised the gods, he was still luke. your ever-loving, sweet boyfriend that wouldn't ever hurt you. so when the realization hit, it hit hard. not your luke, anyone but him. the golden child, the best swordsman at camp.

am i making you feel sick?

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy series #pjo

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

Bestiiieeeee hiiiiiiii!!!!!

May I request some kink headcanons for Jack, Loki, Hermes, Poseidon, and Hades please? Thank youuuu!! Love you bestieeeee!!!

WORMYYYYY <3

Hi Bestie :3

Warnings: Spit kink, Thigh riding, knife kink, mentions of blood, Size kink, choking, bdsm, Degradation (Use of words such as whore, slut.) Gn reader, ooc ror characters.

Request: Yes.

Words: 1,211

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Jack The Ripper

Jack is into some… Pretty intense shit I feel. Though that also comes with being a murder, I don't think he can be with someone that simply just likes vanilla.

He definitely has a knife kink. Let him drag that blade down your skin and watch the cripples of red that come to the surface. You look so much prettier in red, after all.

Let him lick the blood off of you, tongue dragging across all of the sensitive crooks and crannies of your body. He'll bite and suck pretty red marks all over your body, worshiping you thoroughly.

Jack has a thing for choking you during sex. His thrusts are hard and fast too, though he makes sure to reach all of the right places.

He enjoys when you crawl on top of him to initiate anything intimate. If he's buried in a book just gently push him back and crawl on top of him. Straddle his hips and trail your fingers over his chest, he'll be hooked onto you.

He does enjoy some bondage. He likes seeing you all tied up and pretty for him.

If you're being too loud he won't hesitate to shove his fingers down your throat and choke and gag you on them. Be good for this Pretty little Psycho, okay?

Loki

Another one that's into pretty intense shit.

Have you ever had sex while in the air before? Because with this God that's exactly what's going to happen.

You better be able to shut your mouth because he just loves doing it in public. If you get caught he isn't stopping later. He'll tease and call you names, showing you off to whoever caught you in the moment.

He's the definition of a sadist. You will be his cock sleeve. He's another one that enjoys choking the daylights out of you.

Every wonder what that long tongue of his can do? Nothing not sinful, I'll tell you that much. He's able to reach so deep into that hole of yours. If you're not squirming and writhing under him he's not stopping.

He's as Much of a Dom as he is a Bottom. Loki is the complete definition of a switch.

He's very whiny when he's a bottom. Be careful with him, he's sensitive. (Don't be careful with him.) Twist and pull his nipples, bite him, absolutely demolish him, he loves it.

He's very much into denying you of your orgasm as much as he's into you denying him of his orgasm.

Hermes

Has more vanilla than the rest but he can still be rough.

He likes hard slow thrusts that make you squirm. He does like going around 2-3 rounds before he's tired out and wants to sleep.

He will push your mouth open and spit into it. Praise him. Worship him. He is your God. He is your everything. Thank him for spitting on you. Thank him for calling you names.

Speaking of names, he will degrade you with a mixture of praise. Though, it is more degradation than praise.

Hands down the best at After care. He'll massage you, he'll get you drinks, he'll draw a bath for you. Just let him pamper you please, it's what he does after being so rough with you.

Please cock warm him. He enjoys being inside of you while reading or relaxing in general. Zeus usually has him running in circles, treat this gentleman well.

Not only is sex love making to him but it's also a type of stress relief for him. Hermes is always wound up in some way.

He will have quickies, though he does prefer being in the bedroom more than anything.

Poseidon

The King of domination. Be scared for your weeping hole, this God is huge in size.

Definitely has a size kink. He enjoys seeing your stomach bulge by the mere size of his cock. You'll catch him pressing down on the bulge or just caressing your stomach in general.

He's very heavy on degradation. If you can't take hard core heavy name calling its best not to be in a relationship with you.

Poseidon also likes cockwarming. He'll have you sitting on his cock for hours and everytime you wiggle even slightly he adds more time to it. It's best to just obey his orders.

Rough sex is always sex with him.

Rut on his thigh like a bitch in heat, or if he is in a punishing cruel mood perhaps he'll have you rut against his shoe.

Don't forget to lick it clean afterwards.

Definitely into Bdsm. He's not going to be nice to you, either. He thrusts hard and fast and your body will be sore in the morning. You will be leaving scratch marks on his back when he goes down on you.

But that's okay, Poseidon likes pain.

Hades

The King of Big dick himself?

Definitely has a size kink, have you seen the bulge in his pants? He probably has the biggest cock out of the gods, he loves seeing your stomach bulge as he bullies his cock inside of you.

Hades always makes you feel like your filled to the absolute brim, though that's because you literally are. But that's okay, he'll mold the shape of his cock into you so it'll be nice and comfortable.

Likes Cock warming. Hades always has loads of paperwork to do and with his brother's shenanigans on top of it he's stressed. Just be nice and sit on his cock for him while he completes paperwork, he'll reward you nicely afterwards.

Another one that's onboard with Thigh riding. He'll help you rut your hips against his thigh until you're whimpering and moaning into his shoulder limp as hell.

He's much more vanilla than most of the other gods, though that doesn't mean Hades doesn't like to be a bit experimental.

Bestie Bonus: Shiva

Another big dicked bitch.

Once again this man has a size kink, he likes seeing you struggling to take in his size. This man also has a pretty dick, you know all the lines on his body? They're on his dick too. And there's a large pretty vein that goes all the way down the back of it.

He's thicker than he is longer.

He has four arms for a good reason. The way he can maneuver you around is amazing, and it's never a struggle to get you in all the correct positions he wants you in.

He'll lay back and let you do whatever you want to him on the lazier nights, but don't get too cocky, he's still a Dom through and through.

He'll spit in your mouth and look cocky while doing it. Shiva also loves leaving marks all over your body.

He'll worship your thighs. Literally. Leaves bites, Hickey's, and all types of marks on your thighs.

If you have a voice kink it's your time to Shine. Shiva loves whispering in your ear during sex, telling you how much of a whore you are, or a slut you are. How beautiful you are under him like this.

#gn reader #x reader #record of ragnarok #ror shiva #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror heracles #ror jack the ripper #ror loki #ror smut

[pareidoliaonthemove]

DAY 20: truth serum - With Kayo and/or Penny

Tête-à-Tête

The punch to her stomach drove all the air from her body, allowing her captors to manhandle her onto a chair, and fasten thick straps around chest, wrist and ankles before she could recover.

Kayo Kyrano gasped behind the blackout hood and gag, desperately trying to get enough air into her body to allow her to fight back, even while part of her brain acknowledged that she was trapped beyond her ability to escape.

Her only hope now was her adopted family would be able to rescue her; and no, the irony was not lost on her.

All she could do was gather intelligence, enough to put her captors behind bars for a long time once she was rescued – provided the rest of International Rescue didn’t end up tied up alongside her. After all, she was their Head of Security, and Covert Ops Agent, and she had been scooped up like a bumbling amateur.

It was embarrassing.

Kayo grunted behind the gag as the fit of the bindings were tested, and extra straps pinioned her upper arms to the chair back, and her legs just below the knee to the top of the chair leg.

Absolutely no way of escaping. She all she could move was her head and her fingers.

It was more than embarrassing; it was mortifying.

Scott would never let her live this down.

A hand grabbed her breast and squeezed roughly, before suddenly being ripped away. There was a snapping sound and the sound of pain – male, if the tone was any guide – indicated that her assailant’s … ‘liberty’ had been noticed and objected to.

“I’m paying you – and handsomely – to bring her to me. Not to satisfy your animal urges. Get out of here. I will deal with you later.”

Kayo froze. She knew that voice. Virgil had once described it as ‘the aural equivalent of an oil spill in an ecological preserve’.

The Hood.

Her uncle.

The fabric covering her head was removed, and Kayo blinked in the light. The room she was in was a tacky exercise in overstated wealth. Clearly located in some kind of industrial facility, the back wall with its riveted metal, pipes, and louvre panels clearly showed that, the panels and riveting on the roof had been transformed into a kind of faux Georgian detailing with gold paint, with a row of Greek columns along the side of the room, transferring the half-pipe into a rectangular shape, and the immense Persian carpet – with the right degree of wear and raggedness to be a genuine antique – lay before an oversized wooden desk behind which hung an enormous gold-coloured ceremonial gong obscuring most of the metal wall. All told, it was the standard ‘rich villains’ lair right out of a B-grade movie.

“Is the light too bright, my dear niece?” her uncle asked, removing the gag.

Kayo looked up at the – undoubtedly genuine crystal – chandelier. “Only the light reflecting off your head … Uncle.”

His eyes flamed momentarily, before he got himself back under control. “Very amusing, I’m sure.”

A snap of his fingers and three minions hurried into the room, two depositing a red leather wing chair before her, and another with a carved wooden incidental table on which stood a bottle of water, a crystal decanter of amber-coloured spirit – probably some obscenely expensive whisky – with two crystal tumblers.

And a hypodermic spray injector and a phial of straw-coloured liquid.

Kayo felt her breath catch in her throat. Whatever was in that phial, it wasn’t anything good.

The Hood seated himself in the chair, crossing his legs and steepling his fingers before him. “Now my dear, I invited you here –”

Kayo lifted an eyebrow. “Invited? Don’t you mean ‘kidnapped’, ‘abducted’ … or is it just ‘stole’ to you? Am I just another possession, like your tacky self-portrait herm?” She indicated the waist high pillars with her uncle’s sculpted head in gold-coloured metal that sat between the columns.

Again The Hood visibly had to reign in his anger at the interruption. “I would much rather it have been an invitation,” he conceded. “But you persist in being … misguided … in your loyalties; so much so that if I desire a tête-à-tête, I am forced to take extreme measures.”

Kayo stared at him in disbelief. “What?”

“So tell me, my dear,” he continued, reaching over to pour a generous measure of the water into one of the tumblers and hold it out to her, “how are you these days?”

She glared at him. “Well, Uncle,” she said, injecting all the sarcasm she could into the title, “I’m a little tied up at the moment. It’s not the best time for your little catchup.”

He forced held the tumbler to her lips and tipped it slightly, Kayo kept her mouth closed and a dribble of water ran down either side of her face. He clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“This is, however, the best time for me,” he commented. “So I’m afraid we’ll not be … rescheduling.” He returned the tumbler to the side table and poured the spirit from the decanter into the other glass, taking his time to coat the inside of the glass with the liquid, before taking a sip. “How is your dear father these days?”

She clenched her jaw, glaring at him fiercely. “How dare …”

He sighed and replaced the glass before picking up the hypospray injector and phial. “Very well. I tried so hard to avoid this, Kayo, but if you insist on being stubborn …”

He expertly loaded the phial and uncapped the applicator end, before coming to stand at her left side, one hand firmly holding her head tilted toward her right shoulder to expose her neck. A soft pfft of sound, and a vague stinging in her neck told her the drug – whatever it was – had been administered.

Kayo worked to calm her heartbeat. A slower pulse meant slower dispersion throughout the body, meaning that whatever it was would have less time to work its undoubtedly malignant effect.

Her uncle recapped the injector and removed the phial, setting the injector back on the side table and resuming his seat. He held the phial up and thoughtfully rolled it between his fingers, the light catching on stray beads of the liquid to create a miniature halo effect within the bottle.

“It cost me a good deal of money and effort to source this,” he said conversationally. “Worth every cent, of course. A brand-new truth serum, guaranteed to make anybody tell anything, without those pesky side-effects of previous formulas.” He smiled, contented. “And of course, I’ve already made a handsome profit off this little investment.” He tutted. “You would not believe how many politicians and business-men indulge in dirty little habits that they would pay massive amounts of money to keep secret.”

Kayo snorted. “So that’s it. You’re back after the Thunderbirds. I don’t know any details of schematics, I can’t tell you anything.”

The Hood placed the phial back on the table. “No, but you know the security systems,” he said. “You know how to circumvent them.” He smiled, a self-satisfied, predatory smile, the cat that had the cream. “And you would tell me, willingly, with this drug in your system. I could take Tracy Island, the Thunderbirds, and all their secrets.”

Kayo snarled, but her mind was racing. She had had some interrogation training, at her father’s insistence. Even been exposed to different truth serums, so she could learn how to fight them, humiliating sessions which had involved her divulging her rather teen girl crushes. But this felt … nothing like them. The fuzziness, the ‘floating’, the disorientation … all missing. Nonetheless, she fell back on her old training, and clung to her anger. It had always seen her through in the past. It would work now.

And this time, it was easy.

He paused, taking another mouthful of his drink and savouring it, before swallowing. “And so, Kayo, my beloved niece … how are you these days?”

Kayo blinked, “What?” It took every ounce of her self-control not to blurt out an answer, but the utter absurdity of the situation gave her enough of an edge to maintain her control.

“I told you, my dear, I just want to catch up with you.” He stared at her, earnestly. “So, how are you?”

“Very well, thank you.” The words rose unbidden.

“The Tracys are keeping you busy? Not too busy, I hope. It wouldn’t do for you to be overworked.”

“Not so much the Tracys as your Chaos Crew. Any ‘overwork’ I’m experiencing is entirely your fault. Why not give yourself up? Give everyone a break.” That answer was easier, and much more satisfying.

Her uncle chuckled. “Unfortunately, I have plans – very intricate plans, that necessitate the use of those … rather blunt tools.” He eyed her. “Of course, you could always come work for me, and we could accomplish the end result with much less … collateral damage, shall we say, than Havoc and Fuse invariably create.”

“And what would that end result be, exactly?”

He smiled indulgently. “Why, power, of course. Wealth and power. The only two things worth pursuing.”

Kayo raised an eyebrow. “And here I thought love was the ultimate good in life,” she said. A thought struck her. “Haven’t you loved?”

The look he gave her chilled her to the bone. “Oh, yes, my child. I have loved. Three times, I have loved, and three times my heart has been broken. Two are beyond my reach now forever. But the third … I may yet have hope for the third.”

Kayo stared, as the Hood contemplated something only he could see. Her heart beat faster. Three loves, who could they be?

A distant memory of her father’s voice came to her. “Your uncle, he is not a good man, Tanusha. His avarice outweighs his sense of duty. One day, daughter, you will come to understand; but for now it is enough that you know that he would do us harm.”

Almost as if he could read her thoughts, her uncle spoke again. “And how is your dear father? It has been a very long time since I have had news of my beloved half-brother.”

“He is in good health,” Kayo responded, even as she tried to hold her tongue still. “But he still grieves for the people he has lost, and those who have betrayed him.” She managed glare at that last.

And was satisfied as the Hood gave in to anger. “Impertinent child!” He slapped her, a backhanded strike that split her lip and rocked her head to the side. “I betrayed no one!” he hissed into her. “Not even my brother! I was the one betrayed! Over, and over, I was betrayed by my so-loving family, my so-called friends!”

He stormed away to stand behind the desk, hands planted on its surface and leaning towards her, his face contorted in anger. “I was betrayed!” he repeated. “Time and again. And everything I have done, everything I have become, is to reclaim what is mine by right!” He glared at her. Daring her to contradict his claim.

Kayo smirked at him, and tested the damage to her lip with the tip of her tongue. “If you say so.”

“Anyone would say so – anyone who is not my betrayer.”

Visibly calming, the Hood walked back out from behind his desk. As he drew nearer he clicked his tongue in annoyance, and pulled the kerchief from his jacket pocket. Dipping a corner into the tumbler of water, he squeezed the excess off, and reached out to her face.

Kayo jerked back, trying to evade his touch, but he grabbed her head with his other hand before gently dabbing at the injury.

“I truly regret that,” he said softly.

“Regret what? Staining your kerchief with blood?”

The Hood sighed, and slumped back into his chair, Kayo stared. She had never seen her Uncle look so … defeated. There was no other word for it. Even when captured, in handcuffs, hell, even in gaol, there had been a defiance, an air of control, as if it was all part of his plan. But now …

“You won’t believe this, but I do care about you, Kayo. I miss you.”

I miss you, Uncle, rose in her throat, but she managed to swallow them down. She missed the man he had been when she was ten. That man was dead, killed by knowledge of his actions. By what he had done.

Who he had killed.

“And I worry about you. I know Jeff Tracy is gone –”

“Which was your doing! You killed him!”

Another sigh. “If he hadn’t been trying to play the hero, Kayo, he would still be alive.”

She stared, disbelieving. “Millions would have died. If the Zero-X had exploded …”

“But it did, didn’t it? A great big giant explosion, turning both the Zero-X into atoms, and Jeff Tracy along with it. But where was the wreckage? If the explosion was going to be as big as they said it would be, how did Tracy get it far enough away? He was only gaining altitude for seconds. Not enough time for the blast radius to clear the earth, not at the speed it was doing, even if he accelerated. So where were the fatalities? The GDF planes were right underneath it, why did they survive?”

Her Uncle stared at her now, earnest. “Unless the explosion was never going to be as big as they said it would be. Unless they lied, Kayo. Why would they lie? What would they get out of it?”

Kayo just stared. She had no words to fight him with. It was a lie, she knew that, but it would be so easy to believe it.

And that scared her.

“You were young when this happened, Kayo; you believed your father, what he told you. I understand that. You didn’t really see Jeff, but I did. I was once his friend, but we fell out. He says it was my fault, but Kayo, I could see. I could see him. I could see where his path was heading, and it scared me. I tried to stop him. I’m still trying to stop him.”

He paused, calming his breathing. “You live with his sons, you call them your ‘brothers’. You think they are good men. I hope they are, Kayo, I really hope they are. But all I can see is their father, posturing and posing and seeking out the fame. Maybe they are good men, their mother was a good woman. A good person. But they were so young when she died, and they were left with him.”

A sigh. “And you were left with them.” Softly, sadly.

He paused, and checked his watch. “Our time, my dear, is nearly up. I wish we could talk longer, but as they say, time and tide wait for no man. There is just one more thing I would ask you.”

Kayo stared, struggling to understand what she had just heard.

“I love you, Kayo, my little Tanusha. Do you still love me?”

Her head still reeling for his previous words, Kayo was only half aware that she spoke: “Yes, Uncle. I still love you.”

Notes:

I had this PLANNED, dammit! But the Hood went off on a tangent and started his rant.

The standard disclaimers, I do not own Thunderbirds, either the Original Series, the Movies (both Supermarionation and Live Action), or the Thunderbirds Are Go Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)

I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.

#thunderbirds are go #kayo kyrano #the hood #fanfic #my fanfic #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday20

[punkeropercyjackson]

Percy Jackson is bisexual this,Percy Jackson is bisexual that,Percy Jackson is TRANSFEMININE and the only reason 'bisexual malewife Percy'(GAGS)got popular is the Pjo fandom's misogyny is so strong they won't even let the mc who was intended as a cis white dude be the trauma based misandrist SHE canonically and RIGHTFULLY is because there's been multiple instances where she's proven herself as unlike cis men to other women but ain't no cis men don't that for her ever!!!All they've ever done is either bully her at school,abuse her when she was a child or undertonely come onto her WHEN SHE WAS A MINOR so i support her 100% in her man hating because big mood bestie and you can't use Jason as proof because Jercy works so much because Jason's got tboy swag and autistic rizz and is the Team Dad to Percy's Team Mom,not because Jason's a guy in general and you can quote me when i say that literally the ONLY reason we were robbed of Nico and Percy being cosmic soulmates by found siblings choice in full force is that Rick won't let Percy's egg crack,like just think about it-The ONLY reason they were torn apart is that Nico couldn't stand being best friends with the 'boy' he liked out of internalized homophobia in addition to all the trauma and Percy reached out and took care of him nonstop despite all his bitterness towards her and Hazel is part of it too!The Second Great Prophecy made them meet but NICO brought her back from the dead and Percy's dad is Poseidon and Hazel's ONE exception to animals not being scared of her is horses like hello,the symbolism??????That i know for a fact was accidental because Rick's not that smart and neither are 'bisexual himbo Percy'(GAGS!!!!!!!)believers

Frank is her cousin and Grover was her friend before the trauma set in so don't @ me with that.Luke deadass murdered Beckendorf aka Percy's REAL big bro and mentor who wasn't a fucking serial pedophile who's such a loser he won't even fuck girls who don't look underaged(Kelli passed as a high schooler no problem)nor a child army leader.Percy's an anarchist and Ares is an army chief,Hades abused her babies,Hermes passed down his loser genes to Luke(blaming Annabeth for not saving her groomer?Really dude?)and her explicit opinion on Apollo is he's that gross pervy older male relative she's forced to be around sometimes because he's close with her dad.Percy's a mama's girl who's middle school and high school friends were almost all girls on PURPOSE seeing as she's always complaining about men and worshipping women and that's just scratching the surface!ENOUGH!!!!!I've known Pjo was meant to be about a tgirl and her cast that's mostly lesbians since i was 12 and i will forever stand by it cause it tracks even more than it did then!

Let Ocean Girl BREATHE!Let Percy dye her white streak blue and be a gamer and super into seapunk and glamrock and stuff herself with burgers and fancy homemade blue drinks and desserts and go on dates with her werewolf-adjacent dorky ass boyfriend who worships her like she did other women growing up and spend quality time with her younger siblings she adopted herself before her mom even got to them and beat the ever living pulp out of the weirdo ass men she's had to put up with,which is A LONG ASS LIST,and hang with her girls!!!Nobody cares about your lack of reading comprehension you won't fix because the patriarchy is your safe space and if you're gonna try to make me problematic or 'a bully',what have you posted about Leah Jeffries' Annabeth,Perachel,Theyna and Piper?SPEAK CLEARLY INTO THE MIC🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤

#percy jackson #persephone jackson #transfem percy jackson #percy jackson defense squad #black percy #latino percy #autistic percy jackson #pastel punk percy jackson #team mom percy jackson #anti luke castellan #antilukercy #pjo gods slander #anti percy x gods #t4t jercy #jason grace #black grace siblings #trans jason grace #autistic jason grace #team dad jason grace #werewolf-adjacent jason grace #nico di angelo #black nico di angelo #hazel levesque #leah is our annabeth #pro piper mclean #pjo #misogyny cw #pedophillia tw #androcentrism #summerposting

[the-reincarnated-princess]

The Nanny has everything Lore Olympus wishes it had.

lovable background characters

employer-employee romance in which somehow there isn't too much of a power imbalance

a girlboss with great hair and fashion sense (i honestly can't stand her clothes but it's not meant to be ugly either, just flashy)

a bitchy, yet still loveable second female lead who actually has no chance with the guy she's trying to seduce but is convinced she's the first lead.

i know i know it's a reach but i was watching the best bits of The Nanny on youtube and there's the running gag of how Fran Fine can't admit to her real age (at some point a classmate of hers reveals her own but Fran protests that said classmate was held back multiple times so they're not the same age, even the FBI couldn't find her real age when doing a background check, at the beginning of the series she says ''yeah right what a loss to be lodged on the grounds i'll miss being er... twenty-fivee, and living at my parents house" with the butler snickering and saying "yeah right, twenty-five" -might be another age can't remember-) and the whole point is that... it works because we know that even if the male lead is older than her, she's a grown adult and also they might be closer in age than we know because we don't really know how old she is exactly. And that doesn't turn into a "bitter older woman doesn't want to age" like some in lore olympus do, because it's a running gag, it's not a drama subplot.

And C.C. is a much more gracefully written second female lead than Minthe, despite being the live-in friend and associate who's trying to seduce the male lead, because 1) she stays friends with him even when he doesn't show any reciprocated feelings 2) she's constantly ridiculized when trying to seduce him, but so is the main female lead, Fran, at least in the beginning 3) she has her own character arc beyond being a golddigging woman who doesn't want to age and 4) she has her own banter antagonist, Niles, who she has power over while simultaneously not (he's a butler but not hers, so she's higher in the hierarchy but has no direct power over her) and in summary she has her own friends, ennemies, family and character arc.

And we may not know a lot about what Maxwell (the male lead) does at work, but we constantly see him working over files, or discussing work with C.C., and we know what his work is precisely (producer of musicals) and we know he despises Lloyd Weber and there's a running gag of him wanting Cats to close down, etc. He has a life outside of the female lead, she has a life outside of him, they both have jobs, although she works for him, and neither hesitate to call out the other on their flaws, pre and during relationship.

In summary, if RS had written Lore Olympus as a goofy office/nanny&employer sitcom instead of some huge-stakes political thriller with twenty plot lines that she abandonned halfway through, it would have been way better.

Come on, if you've watched The Nanny and read LO, don't tell me you wouldn't want Hermes and Minthe banter a la Niles and CC, or Leuce in the role of Sara (Maxwell's late wife), or even Persephone and Hades just... having a discussion other than sex talk.

#the nanny #lore olympus critical #critical

[lookbluesoup]

The Shoebill, the Phoenix, & Emet-Selch

Before Endwalker's release, I was in hardcore denial that Emet Selch was going to stay dead and a lot of that hinged on this unhinged research binge I went on about shoebills and their relationship to the phoenix.

I'm sure none of this is original speculation but I'm in a rambly mood and kinda want it saved on my blog just to have it bc I'd had a lot of fun digging into stuff back then and I'm feeling nostalgic today.

This isn't exactly current speculation or a deep dive into lore, just some collected sources that I've enjoyed pulling bits and pieces from for symbolic reasons, and hope to maybe one day create a more coherent well-rounded essay out of. Or maybe someone else will read them and write an essay!

Click the cut to read more!

Exhibit A: Through His Eyes - the Phoenix symbolism

"There was an accident," Hythlodaeus began. "During the concept's examination, a drifting soul merged with it─a soul burdened with regret, judging by the being's behavior. It rages against the pull of the Underworld." As he listened, Hades kept his gaze fixed on the creature, which flew about in a frenzy. No sooner would it dash itself against the wall in an explosion of broken feathers than it would heal itself and repeat the grisly feat. This self-destructive dance unfolded again and again, with the creature occasionally giving vent to its overflowing magical reserves─or fury, as it seemed to him─as fiery breath. Witnessing the excruciating display, his thoughts poured forth unbidden from his lips. "Consumed by the fear of death, it thrashes blindly about. It will know only pain and suffering and inflict the same upon others. A pitiful existence." "Such moving empathy. It's as if you wore the feathers yourself."

I always took this to sort of represent Emet-Selch/Hades's inability to cope with the mortal world (and his determination to 'return' from that 'death') There was an element of projection in his mind, he saw the sundered souls as lost thrashing broken things being reborn over and over just to suffer but... he was all of those, too, or even moreso. He lived life after life among men, except he knew what he'd lost and he wanted it back, desperately. He was stuck in this awful cycle he couldn't escape because he was so burdened by regret.

But that's anecdotal the whole point was the phoenix metaphor.

Exhibit B: Shoebill

The shoebill that keeps showing up in Shadowbringers is kind of a gag, of course, but it definitely felt intentional at times - it shows up when you're looking for the Exarch after he wanders off in Kholousia, effectively pointing you towards him. It could feasibly have flown anywhere over Norvrandt where it cameos, but it then shows up in The Tempest, which it should have absolutely no way of reaching. Unless it's tied to Emet-Selch in some way, perhaps as a familiar. (And of course, we see it once in Elpis, too, in Endwalker, which kinda confirms its related to Emet in some way)

In taxonomy, Shoebills are in a family all their own, though they were once classified as storks.

I honestly don't know how accurate all of THIS was, I know it takes some liberties and is pretty New-Agey, but it was something I'd found back then which fueled my theories so its worth including:

The stork was shown as the vehicle of the god Hermes in art and was often portrayed as killing snakes – the snake in this case is the symbol of kundalini energy and the ‘killing’ is not so much killing the experience as ensuring the energy became balanced. In the Orient, the stork is an enduring symbol of the immortality of the Higher spirit as opposed to the soul and the Taoists use this bird to represent both the Higher spirit and immortality. In ancient Egypt the stork symbolized the ba, which was the Higher spirit. (the ba was often shown in pictures as a bird because during out of body experiences it was the Higher spirit that left the body to roam about the spirit world. It was the objective of all Egyptians on the spiritual path to merge the ka [soul] with the ba – producing as a result the concept of akh – a living god, a person allied to the symbolic Sun.) Source X

(Liberties or not I'd honestly argue Endwalker lore kind of affirmed all of this LOL)

It's worth noting that in Greek mythology, Hermes was also a god of the Underworld - the psychopomp who guided souls to the afterlife. So there's... some really really fun stuff to dig into with Hermes and Hades being at odds in FFXIV over the fate of souls on Eitherys.

Especially when you add in the confounding element of Azem/the sun. Which brings me to...

Exhibit C: Bennu

According to Egyptian mythology, Bennu was a self-created being said to have played a role in the creation of the world. He was said to be the ba of Ra [the sun god] and to have enabled the creative actions of Atum [the primordial god in Egyptian mythology from whom all else arose.] The Greek historian Herodotus, writing about Egyptian customs and traditions in the fifth century BC, wrote that the people at Heliopolis described the "phoenix" to him. They said it lived for 500 years before dying, resuscitating, building a funerary egg with myrrh for the paternal corpse, and carrying it to the temple of the Sun at Heliopolis. The name "phoenix" could be derived from "Bennu", and its rebirth and connections with the sun resemble the beliefs about Bennu Source X

And what was Bennu?

That's right. A stork.

Ok but what should Egyptian mythology REALLY have to do with all this?

The ancient Egyptians believed that a soul (ka/ba) was made up of many parts. According to ancient Egyptian creation myths, the god Atum created the world out of chaos, utilizing his own magic. Because the earth was created with magic, Egyptians believed that the world was imbued with magic and so was every living thing upon it. When humans were created, that magic took the form of the soul, an eternal force which resided in and with every human. Source X

I mean c'mon it's not even a stretch we've been to Elpis we talked to the Ancients we fought Zodiark the literal god of Chaos and Will of the Star.

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #emet selch #shoebill #endwalker spoilers #shadowbringers spoilers #shower thoughts #text #long post

[andromythical]

PJO FINALE SPOILERS!!

"Look - You didn't ask to be a half-blood" OOH IM GAGGED. the swordfighting flashbacks??? "I warned you. If you're not careful, you'll find out who I am." OH THAT IS MY PERCY JACKSON RIGHT THERE!! THE WAVE GOING AROUND HIM????? HE SLASHED ARES' ACHILLES TENDON.... OH MY GODS. OHH HADES' HELM.. "tell Hades I expect him to do the same.... please." OHH THE ZEUS CONVERSATION IN THE CABIN ! "I'm done running from monsters. This is too important, I have to try." ANNABETH GIVIJG HIM HER NECKLACE IM SICKKK

"just to be clear, how sure are we we cant explain all of this in an email?" "Where's the glory in that? WOAH. OLYMPUS IS SO COOL???? I WOULD KILL TO LIVE THERE. ohh another Percy and Luke flashback.. THE SPIDER/DEMIGOD COMPARISON?? "Things that are small and scary.. get squished." HOLY SHIT. oh the council room is not at all as cool as I thought. r.i.p Lance Reddik, absolute legend 🫡 OHHH THIS IS SO GOOD THIS IS SOOOO GOOD. "BOY. the war proceeds, it ends with victory." oh wow. oh wowwee. "They obey, because theyre afraid." TOA REFERENCE?? OH MY GODS OH MU GODS POSEIDON SAVING PERCY IM THROWING UP IM ILL!! "Take your victory, just spare my son." number 1 dad alert?? THEY'RE SPEAKING ANCIENT GREEK??? WHAT?? THIS IS SO COOL??? "Make sure I never see this one again" uhm about that... "The sea does not like to be restrained" HE SAID THE LINE!!! HE SAID THE LINE!! ohh they both love Sally so much I'm dying. "Do you ever dream about mom?" ohhh I'm sobbing. THE LOOK ON PERCY'S FACE WHEN POSEIDONS HAND PULLS AWAY?? ARE THOSE THE STOLL BROTHERS?? OR CASTOR AND POLLUX?? ohh they're hugging. oooh they're strategizing. CLARISSE!! leave my girl ALONE!! "And you should be betrayed by one who calls you a friend" oh honeyyy :( HES FIGURING IT OUT. THE FIREWORKS LIGHTING LUKES SCAR?? "I didn't think you'd give them to Grover to wear." he likes Grover, he didn't want Grover to be hurt because he was his first proper protector, he lead him, Annie, and Thalia to safety, to camp, Luke DIDN'T WANT TO HURT GROVER. Ohh walker and Charlie's acting is insane... BACKBITER ??? ohh this is so good kid from the musical coded. "This isn't you!! 🥺🥺" Luke's face when Percy said he met Hermes is making me SOB. oh this fight scene is so sick... ANNABETH??? Luke's face?? HE WENT THROUGH THE GATEWAY?? I'm crying. "I don't think he does either, that's what scares me." OHHHH. "You are a leader in the eyes of your fellow half-bloods." HES TWELVE ??? 😭😭 "Percy?? That's your name??" Oh Dionysus I love you. ANNABETHS HAIR DEVOURED??? "And then some place like Disney world?" ANNABETHHH "just.. be a kid." OH MY GOD. GROVERS SEARCHING LICENCE?? "No ones bothered to check the seas!" WOO FORESHADOWING!! THE GROUP HUG :(( CRYING. SALLY!!!! the only mother and son duo ever. Ohh their acting is unreal. IT WAS A DREAM?? is that Kronos?? he's fucking ugly I can't even lie... OHH IT'S SALLY SHES REAL!! "grandpa:(" "don't call him that..." cry laughing. They're so precious to me :(((( BLUE PANCAKES!! I'm sick this is so perfect 😭😭 the brainrot is real.

#this is SO long #non book readers must be SHOCKED #this is going to be my personality for the next year #if you couldnt tell im typing while watching #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo series #percy jackson

[senjuushi]

Hi Liz! I hope your migraines are getting better! I was wondering if you could do like a best to worst thing for the moderns of who’s the best at deepthroating? If you can’t or I need to break it up more that’s fine!

BEST

Gras — He's excellent at it, and way too proud of himself for that. It's absolutely due to a lot of practice, but Gras can deepthroat just about anything that will physically fit in his throat.

Herme — He gets limp when he's brainless, and the feeling of a cock in his mouth just turns him on more. The eager, fucked-out expression he ends up with only improves the experience.

F — He has enough experience that he's gotten used to it, to the point where it's almost impossible to make him choke or gag by now. And even though he hates it, his body responds with pure arousal.

Carcanore — Eager, willing, and not afraid to hurt himself in the process. If you want to face-fuck him until he passes out, he's up for it! Loses points for how uncomfortable his encouragement can get.

Benetta — Slightly less eager than Carcanore, but every bit as good at taking it. He won't gag or flinch no matter how rough you get, and it's cute how needy he gets when servicing his Master.

Like2 — It wasn't easy to train himself to take it, but being able to handle deepthroating was a skill necessary enough that he eventually figured it out. Still hates the sore throat he gets afterward, though.

Kirsch — He's pretty good at it overall (and plenty enthusiastic), but anything too big will give him problems. Prone to trying too hard and making himself gag even when he knows better.

Siegblut — Ranks pretty high on the list, especially when he's actually trying, but he still struggles to breathe properly when something goes too deep. Tends to get lightheaded because of that.

Like Two — Though getting him to even try is a challenge, he's better at it than he wants to be, especially since his tolerance for discomfort is higher than Like2's. Usually too embarrassed to deepthroat.

Marks — He's certainly eager. Marks will do his absolute best to take it, even if that means half-choking himself in the process. His messy, over-excited attempts are pretty cute to watch.

Arisaka — Not the best, but when he starts dissociating, he's limp and pliant enough to take just about anything. Too scared to do as well when he's mentally present, though.

Parume — He's resilient enough to handle the act itself, but his lack of experience shows in that he has no idea what he's doing. Does okay if you can take the lead and use his mouth how you please.

Hokusai — He has absolutely no gag reflex, but also absolutely no instinct to breathe when his throat is filled. There's a good chance you'll end up making him pass out, and he won't try to struggle.

Murata — Also pretty resilient, and likes the feeling of a cock in his mouth more than he wants to think about. Gets panicky when he feels like he can't breathe, though, and often has to stop early.

Eins — He does okay, for the most part, but is so stoic and blank that it kind of kills the mood. Even if you make him gag, he barely reacts to it at all. Doesn't care how roughly you treat him.

Mikhael — He can handle it if he goes slow enough, but any roughness will instantly have him gagging and pulling back. Doesn't like how trapped it makes him feel, unless he really trusts you.

Ghost — He's trying his best, he really is, but that doesn't make up for how delicate he is. Chokes way too easily, and gets all guilty and self-conscious once he thinks he's messed it up and displeased you.

Hachikyu — Very bad at it, but still embarrassingly turned on by your grip on his hair. Getting choked on your cock sounds hot... right up until he gags, panics, and can't make himself keep going.

89 — Just as bad at it as Hachi, but fares even worse because he's still trying to spare some shred of dignity. Dies inside a little more every time he gags, and has to give up once it brings him to tears.

Mauser — He'll try his best to service you, but that doesn't help that his mouth is tiny and his gag reflex is unfortunately sensitive. If you don't stop him, he'll keep trying until he makes himself sick.

Fal — He can't handle it at all. The second anything pushes deep enough to get near his throat, he panics and tries to pull away on reflex. Might pass out from pure stress if you push him too hard.

Muku — Doesn't understand what he's supposed to be doing. He won't choke, but he doesn't even try to keep his teeth out of the way... and can be a little too eager to make himself suffocate.

Love1 — He's almost guaranteed to pass out. Not being able to breathe properly gets to him fast, and his perpetually unhelpful body seems determined to give out at the first opportunity.

Springfield — He's definitely guaranteed to pass out. He's just too delicate to handle it, but he'll keep trying until his body can't last anymore. Feels horribly guilty for not being able to do better.

Ninety — Between how tiny he is and the instinctive panic that kicks in when he can't breathe, he's unfortunately likely to bite. He'll feel terrible about it afterward, but in the moment, it just happens.

Belga — Hates it so much. He's been face-fucked enough times that it makes him panic... and his immediate reaction is also to bite. Struggles and cries as soon as his mouth is free again.

WORST

#Senjuushi #千銃士 #Everyone #Most to Least #Reader #Lemon

[ameagrice]

Capsize

chapter five

do you have to go? | Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader

“So…”

“Hm…”

“Son of Poseidon, huh?”

“I guess.”

“You never had any signs?”

“Any signs that my dad isn’t actually missing he’s just a god? Must have missed them.”

You could have rolled your eyes at Percy’s tone. “Sorry,” you replied in the same way.

Percy sighed. You sighed. You sat side-by-side on Zeus’s Fist, a strange name for a boring rock, you decided. At first, Percy had been hesitant to sit on it, unlike you who had clambered up and kicked it for good measure without a care. But after all the sky did was rumble after your words of ‘who cares, it’s only Zeus’s stupid rock’ and Percy’s wide eyed look, he climbed up too.

“Your dad’s up there with the top guys,” you nodded, “he wouldn’t let Zeus beat you up.”

Percy pulled a face. “I don’t think Zeus would beat me up. He’d probably just zap me like a fly.”

You shrugged. “Hm. Fair enough. I would too if I had his powers.”

He shoved you and you nearly fell off the rock, laughing, but it fell quiet once again soon after. The trees were rustled by the wind. It was quiet at this time after lunch, where kids went back to their cabins for rest, or sat in the fields or got to places early. There were about thirty minutes left before activities started again, which left a decent amount of free time for you and Percy to sit and talk trash.

“What’s your new cabin like?” You asked to fill the void. Not as if it was awkward, you simply liked to talk to him.

Percy seemed to think this over for a moment. “It’s alright. It’s nice to be out of the Hermes cabin and have some actual space.”

“Nice.”

“But then, it’s so quiet. And I have to sit on my own for breakfast and stuff. And I’m the odd one out. And people keep talking about me or whispering when I’m around like I don’t know they’re doing it.”

You contemplated throwing your arms around him and squeezing him until his dejectedness left his body. But Percy wasn’t much of a spontaneous, softie hugger. Instead, you settled on pushing your fist between his ribs and his arm and linking your arms. He seemed to understand what you were getting at and sighed gently.

“I’d come and join you at meals,” you muttered, deciding to go with it though your heart was racing and slip your hand further down his arm toward his hand. Percy didn’t comment. “But I got yelled at by Mr. D last time. I don’t wanna be a shrimp.”

Percy snorted violently and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh too.

“You know,” you turned your head to look up at him. He was trying desperately not to laugh, his mouth pressed tightly shut when he wasn’t speaking and his eyes bright as ever. “I think you’d suit little shrimp antennas.”

You gagged dramatically. “Ew.”

“That’s offensive to shrimps.”

“You’re offensive to shrimps.”

“Your voice is offensive.”

“Your face is offensive.”

Your silence was met this time with quiet smiles, linked arms, and the rustle of the breeze on this bright and sunny day. You hated to part with him for the rest of the day until the campfire, but there wasn’t a lot you could do about it.

For now, you enjoyed the peace together.

Your good mood was ruined shortly after. And you found yourself with folded arms and a deadpan expression on your face as Michael Yew popped off. His arms flayed about dangerously, an oar in one hand, as the canoe tilted this way and that with his rant.

“You think you know it all!” He fumed. “Well let me tell you something—”

“Let me stop you there, Michael,” you rolled your eyes. And leaned forward, standing abruptly, and pushing your arms out and giving him a hard shove in the chest.

He yelped like a squeaky mouse as people gasped and others burst out laughing loudly. He hit the water and it all splashed up, soaking everyone on your canoe. The Aphrodite kids were at it then, blaming you for ruining their hair on a hot day. Michael Yew was screaming and trying to jab you from the water with his oar.

You found yourself grinning like an idiot. There was fun in causing trouble.

The class was called off early as a result of your little episode. And you practically skipped back to your cabin dripping wet and frolicking at the result of an hour’s free time before archery. You weren’t even bothered that Michael was bound to do an attempt on your life in the class.

It was silent in the cabin when you got back to it. For a few minutes anyway, until your siblings came traipsing in from the lake. This class been between the Aphrodite cabin, the Apollo cabin and the Athena cabin, since the lava from the climbing wall had created holes in the ground around it and was waiting to be patched up. Typically you would have missed out on the Aphrodite kids being with you all, but your luck wasn’t around this morning.

Once inside and changed, your towel-dried your hair quickly and gave it a swift brushing while wet. Then, you collapsed backward on your bed, almost smacking the ladder on your way down, and laying there with your feet on the footboard, ankles crossed, thinking. Of Yancy, your mom, your forgotten clothes. You’d been borrowing Cora’s outlandish ones for too long and were this close to telling her to get out of the seventies. Since she was the only one closer to your size, though, there wasn’t much you could do besides borrow her flared jeans and ripped denim jackets.

In the brief moments of quiet, the only ones you were sure to get for a while, you let your brain wander. They’d declared yourself, Percy and his mom as missing. He showed you the newspaper somebody left for him. You didn’t mind being ‘missing’. You’d never been very known to many people anyway. Even your dad was off with different women too often to take notice. You’d be surprised if he even knew you’d left Yancy.

Percy was taking his mom’s…death, as well as you thought he could in all of this terribly confusing mess. You’d caught him lost in thoughts sometimes, or with his eyes glassy, but other times he was laughing and joking. Something wasn’t feeling right with it all, though. Something didn’t sit right with you. You just had an odd feeling about something and it would not leave your stomach no matter how many of the butterflies in there you tried to crush down.

The door swung open, and you were brought from your brain again.

At three o’clock in the afternoon, as you lay attempting to take a nap and skipping the climbing wall activities, a solid three knocks on the cabin door infiltrated your peace. Your eyes flew open, all you could see was wall, as you were curled into it bundled under your covers. Anger spiked in her stomach. The urge to punch somebody was becoming overwhelming.

You tried ignoring it. Maybe if you ignored whoever it was, they would go away…

The knocks came again.

“For God’s sake!” You kicked the covers off dramatically, flipping them back, and making your way to the door, well aware of the state of your hair and creased shirt. You twisted the door handle nonetheless, ready to speak your mind to the poor person who had knocked.

That anger diminished instantly when you set your eyes on the boy on the other side, however, smiling nervously. “Hey…uh, can we talk?”

“Percy, do you know what time it is?”

He blinked silently, eyes averting once before returning back to you. “No. But this is more important than whatever you’re doing right now.”

You raised a brow. Before you could speak, Percy cut you off again with a swift snatch of your wrist, pulling you along in your flared jeans and red-white-and-yellow striped long-sleeve shirt. 

“God, I look like I belong in a circus,” you muttered looking down at your outfit as Percy continued to pull you along. 

He snorted. “You look like you dived head-first into a jumble sale.” He agreed. Instantly you were on the defensive. You gawped at him before narrowing your eyes. He gulped. “I-I uh...”

You looked away. “Hmph.”

“Dude! I thought you wanted me to agree with you?” He was flabbergasted. You let him lead you, still refusing to look. His tone told you everything about what his face looked like. 

“No,” you sniffed. 

“Geez.” He huffed. 

Eventually you came to a stop amidst the trees. Percy didn’t drop your wrist (not that you minded, obviously) and you flayed a hand, looking at him impatiently. 

“So, water boy. What’s up?”

He looked around helplessly. Your expression dropped. You settled your voice softer. “What is it, Percy?”

His bright, green eyes met yours, his brows furrowed in thought. “So..” he started. “So you know...Zeus and Poseidon, they’re fighting. It explains why the weather’s been a little strange these past few days. Something is missing. And they’re blaming each other.” 

It still felt incredibly odd to even consider anything to do with myths and legends being real and touchable. It felt strange on the brain. And yet weirdly, you accepted it cupped in your hands. 

“Right...” you nodded slowly. “And this has to do with us...why?”

“Chiron asked if I wanted to be a part of a quest. Well, he told me, he didn’t really ask. In a few days, we’re supposed to leave camp and search for Zeus’s master bolt.”

You blinked at him, slowly feeling yourself frown. “Are you going on your own?”

Percy blurted, “No!” he shook his head instantly. “Up to three people can come on the quest.” 

“SO you’re asking me to come with?” 

Percy shook his head one more time. “Uh, no. Um, Grover is coming. And that girl, Annabeth.” 

You felt a jolt run through your body. Of all people. Of all people! Grover, a skinny, jumpy, terrified kid, and a bossy girl you had to call your sister!

“Grover and Annabeth,” you repeated flatly. “Grover and Annabeth?” you emphasised again. 

He nodded. “I was going to ask you, really! I just didn’t get a chance. And...well, it’s all already organised and sorted. So I just wanted to tell you before we left out of nowhere.”

Panic was striking your heart repeatedly. You thought you were on the brink of a heartache. Death by betraying best friend, you thought pathetically. 

The biggest fear of them sat at the top of your mind. “I’m going to be alone.” 

Years later, you realised how silly the thought was and how dramatic you seemed. But it had been a valid, real fear then, and being stuck in a place with people you didn’t like and didn’t like you, with your closest friend gone, you were terrified. 

“You won’t be alone,” Percy shrugged hopelessly. “You have that guy Travis.” 

“He isn’t you!” you exclaimed. “He’s new and I don’t know him properly. You’re...you.”

The dust particles in the air were highlighted and brightened as sunlight hit the trees, and the whistling of the wind through them seemed crisper and louder than before.

You decided then and there, that even when you wished good luck with it in a joking manner, you were going to convince Chiron you were the one who should go instead. You had to. For the last year and a half, neither yourself or Percy had been away from each other. The two of you always linked arms and sang stupid songs together, tripped one another up. It wasn’t rocket science that you were feeling funny about this. And there was something underlying, too…

Ew. Jealousy.

You felt Travis, eyes on you as you stabbed your eggs viciously. Technically, you were not supposed to be at the Hermes table under any circumstances, but considering how squished and squashed it was and full of people, you highly doubted anybody had noticed you slip in with them.

“What did the eggs do to you?” He asked, trying to hide his grin. For some reason, Travis thought he was funnier than he really was.

You rolled your eyes.

Percy hadn’t turned up to dinner on the evening you planned to rebel against the ridiculous dinner rules. You left him to his own devices. So next to Travis you sat.

Your stomach was swirling with butterflies fighting the whites of your ribcage with your entire side pressed against Travis’s. His leg and hip and waist and shoulder were flush with your right side. It was difficult not to elbow one another as you tried to eat.

“I’m angry,” you muttered, stabbing the eggs again so violently that the fork scraped across the plate and your gag reflex kicked in as people complained.

“Never would have guessed.” His elbow met your rib accidentally and your eggs nearly came back up.

And after dinner, and after the campfire, you marched up to Chiron as it was nearly empty. The sky was a dark purple-blue colour and scattered with brilliant stars, and the air was warm and comfortable. In Cora’s old-style clothes, the flare jeans and striped top, your skin felt on fire.

He smiled kindly when he saw you approaching, but it dropped to one of confused concern when he noticed you were positively seething.

“What’s happened?” He asked quickly, making your feelings worse. “Is it something with the other campers?”

You stopped your pacing and flayed your hands, arms straight downward as if gesturing to a spot on the ground. “Annabeth Chase can go—”

“Whatever’s happened, child? I’ve never seen anybody as angry as this after singalong—”

“You let her take my place on that stupid quest!” Your voice raised in tone and pitch to one of desperate sadness. Chiron’s concern changed as he sighed. “It should have been me! I know Percy and what he needs help with! He knows me! He’s stupid on his own! Seriously, he can’t function—”

Chiron cut in, “Annabeth was chosen because she was a part of the prophecy given by the Oracle. I cannot change what has been said or what must happen. Your time will come my dear, and it isn’t for a long time.”

“Then let me tag along! I hate it here! Nobody likes me and everyone did at Yancy so send me back! Send me and Percy back.”

“I can’t do th—”

“You can’t do shit!” You shrieked, sudden anger and confusion you’d pushed down and away making its way to the surface. Chiron looked abour ready to give you a stern lecture, so you carried on before he could say anything. “I hate it here! I hope Drew Tanaka gets beat up, I hope Michael Yew goes missing, and I hope Clarisse LaRue falls off the climbing wall into lava! Why does nobody let me do what I want to do?”

You didn’t give him a chance to process your rant. Frankly, you felt a little better about getting it all out. You took off all way through the entrance of the woods, judging their distance from you by the darker shades compared to the surroundings. Your breathing was heavy as you kept going, going, going, until the trees became even taller and thicker, and…

You lost your way. You hadn’t a clue which way you ran, and too proud to call out for help. There were too many frustrated tears in your eyes anyway to see which way to go.

So the tough sticks and sharp rocks of the woodland flooring became your companions of the night.

And you fell asleep feeling utterly helpless and alone.

Well then. This was rushed. We’re properly getting into the timeline next chapter.

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[thesoftboiledegg]

"Zapp Gets Canceled" was a mixed bag. Admittedly, I might have unfair expectations--I subconsciously compare every new episode to the original run, like being a little "off" makes an episode bad. The tone was different and didn't quite feel like Futurama, but it would be an OK episode for another series. Maybe I need to let go of the original seasons and take the Hulu revival for what it is.

Regardless, this episode had some confusing moments. I didn't understand why Hermes kept giving Leela the Only Good Employee of the Month award when he's been pretty clear about the fact that he thinks he's the best employee. The DOOP leader tells Leela "We want to show we care about looking like we care about hiring women," but--they DO care about hiring women? Several women work for DOOP, including her. Giving Leela a medal and awards ceremony and then abruptly yelling at her to leave was bizarre, too. What was the point of that ceremony?

Zapp's various crimes were funny and led to some great gags ("It was a different time!" "It was yesterday!" "So you admit it!"), but he's committed so many atrocities that I don't think the writers needed to modernize his behavior with terms like "locker room talk" and "greenface." The script would've been better if Zapp just pulled his usual shenanigans. As others have pointed out, he's seemed less like a bombastic character lately and more like a plot device.

The saving grace is that, like other Hulu episodes, the writers included plenty of sweet moments. The Comedy Central run had episodes that were mean or pointless with no heart to balance the crude writing. In "Zapp Gets Canceled," Fry is so loving that I smiled even though I don't ship Freela. I also loved how Bender insisted on joining them--he's incomplete without his meatbags.

Fry saying "I hope they have a kids center" was cute, too. How can you not love Fry in the Hulu episodes? He's just a big kid!

Additionally, Leela wearing pants while Fry and Bender wore skirts was a great subtle joke. I'm glad the episode didn't ruin it with some "DOOP is making guys wear skirts now because they're WOKE!" line. Maybe Fry and Bender just like wearing skirts.

The episode didn't fall too strongly on either side of the argument--the implication was that Zapp deserved to be canceled, but the writers poked fun at performative "wokeness," too. I didn't gain any new perspectives on cancel culture, but the episode was funny, heartfelt and entertaining. And let's be honest: if this aired during the Comedy Central run, the script probably would've beaten us over the head with "Everything is too politically correct nowadays! Zapp didn't do anything wrong! Greenface is funny!"

Sorry, Zapp, but it's about time that you paid for your crimes.

#futurama #futurama reviews #zapp brannigan

[just-another-frender-blog]

Seriously, why was the Comedy Central revival lowkey shippy? lol. If it aired in a later time, I'd wonder if some of the writers actually shipped Frender. Fry and Bender bathed together and had a pretty seductive dance in one episode (I can't remember which one, but I know you know which scene I'm talking about, lmao.) I hope it continues in Hulu revival. Queer culture has exploded in the decade after "Meanwhile" aired.

I was just talking about this with some other Frender shippers recently, and I've thought about this a lot. I have quite a bit to say on this subject as well.

I know that this a very controversial topic, but I'm of the opinion that Fry and Bender's relationship was queer-coded on purpose. Queer-coding has been around for a very long time in American entertainment thanks to the Hays Code. Movies and TV shows didn't allow queer people for a very long time, and if I'm being honest, they still barely allow queer characters. Queer characters and queer stories are incredibly rare in television and film.

There are a number of reasons why this is the case. For one, there was obviously the Hays Code, which made it illegal to have out gay characters. This meant that queer writers would code characters as gay. It would fly over the heads of straight executives and audiences, but queer people have a keen eye for these things. Another reason why queer characters are so rare is that we aren't a marketable demographic. Executives greenlight what makes money, and they don't take risks. They see queer stories with queer characters as too much of a risk and would rather greenlight reboots (hi Futurama).

I tend to be very critical of a lot of canon queer representation because I personally feel (with exceptions) that a lot of canon queer rep is designed to be palatable toward heterosexual audience members. One of my biggest issues is that you rarely see queer main characters. You very rarely see shows where the main pairing is queer. I think that executives are more okay if some side characters are queer as opposed to the main characters (especially if the side characters are disposable).

Now back to Fry and Bender's relationship. Back in the early 2010s, or even 1999, it's possible that the writer's purposefully coded their relationship as queer. And there are a lot of gags and episodes where Fry and Bender are purposefully written to be like a couple. I don't think it was intended to be romantic in the same way that Fry and Leela's relationship was; however, you never know and you can never say for sure. I’ve always thought that Fry and Bender’s relationship was similar to Bugs and Daffy’s relationship in the Looney Tunes Show. They live together, they bicker like a married couple, they act like a married couple, etc. They’re definitely queer-coded, but both characters still have female love interests.

Here’s a more blatant example of queer-coding in Futurama: the yuri fanservice between Amy and Leela. It is definitely done for the sole purpose of titillating straight, cis, male audience members at the expense of gay women. And yeah this does make me uncomfortable, but I won’t get into it here. However, this is still an obvious form of queer-coding, even though it wasn’t to be covert representation. Actually, Farnsworth and Zoidberg have quite a few moments where they act queer, and you can make the argument at that all of the main characters in this show are queer-coded. Well, except for Hermes (maybe).

If you divorce Fry and Bender relationship from the shipping aspect of canon and merely look at it through a queer lens, it would be a huge deal if it became canon. I cannot stress how important it would be in terms of queer rep. For one, both of them are main characters, and iconic characters at that. AND they are the main characters of a well-known franchise, and they are both men. Fry and Bender are not your handsome, skinny, bishonen types at all. They aren’t conventionally attractive. Which is honestly why I love them so much as a queer ship, but I’m also not going to get into that with this post.

Futurama is an adult cartoon geared toward straight men; the idea of getting representation like this from Futurama is nearly impossible. That’s another reason why it would be a massive deal. However, I can also imagine the backlash from viewers. So many fans would be furious, and most of the target audience would be furious. I don’t think that the writers might not want to make Fry and Bender explicitly gay (which is fine, that’s their right). However, even if they really did, I doubt they would be allowed to do so. I do think there is a slim chance, because Matt Groening does have a lot of control over this property, and maybe he could make it happen, but I’m also going to be realistic here.

This leads into another point I want to address, and that’s the worrying trend with the obsession of wanting ships to become canon. I think this leads to a lot of bullying and abuse over the Internet in the name of shipping wars, which I find disturbing. I think the biggest issue is that the obsession comes from the fact that canon seems to give people validation. That they can tell someone that their ship is right because it is canon or because they think it was meant to be canon. This is dangerous to me, because a lot of popular queer ships will never be canon, and that’s just reality. I think that can change, but not any time soon. 

There’s the possibility that Fry and Bender were coded on complete accident (which I honestly find hard to believe sometimes), and that the writers really did write their relationship as completely platonic. I’ve never been able to find evidence that they even know Frender exists, let alone speaking out about it, so I have no clue. However, I’m completely confident that they would give their blessing for people to ship them and read them as romantic, even if that wasn’t their initial intention. And knowing that they would support the queer fans like that is enough for me. 

I’m going to end on this note. Matt Groening’s new show Disenchantment has a bisexual female lead. She has a romance with a mermaid on screen, and her sexuality is explicit. We don’t know what his plans are for Futurama. Maybe he will let characters like Fry, Leela, and Bender have a queer side that can be explored now that it’s 2023. And if you ask me? I would love it if Freeler became canon and all three of them got married to each other. That’s my dream canon ship. <3

Edit: The success of Our Flag Means Death, which is unapologetically gay and has an unconventional gay couple at that, is proof that queer rep does do well with a broader audience. Maybe we’ll get more shows like it in the future. 

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[gravioli]

Random 8ACV04 Continuity Notes Because There Was So Much

 "Tonight's winning number was approximately six" may be a reference to "today's winning lotto number was 4." from When Aliens Attack.

"Up here in the clouds, our technology makes us invincible, like the mighty X in Tic-Tac-Toe." - Zapp in Fun on a Bun. Fry and Zapp both think the secret to Tic-Tac-Toe is choosing X.

Bender does a play on words with human skin in this episode when he says "The dust is drying out my skin". He did a play on words with a human heart in Insane in the Mainframe ""You've got the heart of a robot. Just like inside me, I've got the heart of a human."

The Beast with a Billion backs also did a "it's a bird, it's a plane" joke.

Bender's grandfather is a pounder. He mentions his grandmother was a bulldozer in Beast with a Billion Backs. He mentioned his aunt was a screw in The Sting, but it was Leela's coma dream.

Farnsworth disagrees with something that he just said again, a very common gag.

"Neat" Bender catchphrase, ofc.

"My manwich" Hermes catchphrase, ofc.

In "Parasites Lost", the mayor of Fry's colon said his ancestors came over on the sandwich, so it probably is NOT the same worm since their lifespans were supposed to be very short.. or y'know, the writers maybe ignored that.

Farnsworth introduced the enlarging ray in "Anthology of Interest I", so the crew doesn't remember it because that didn't actually happen (but like the fing-longer, he must have invented it in real life, too). It also looked pretty different in that episode.

"You could end up permanently tasting colors". Fry tasted purple in "The Why of Fry", another episode where Nibbler is an important character.

Not really continuity related, but wouldn't it have been easier to just get some more sand from Eternium?

#8ACV04 #futurama #parasites regained

[sintwerks]

About that chair...

>>Your first fantasies included a random, dark room, a kitchen chair, and a tied-up twink, blindfolded with his arms tied behind it. HOWEVER, you had a few minutes to marinate on it, and came to a much more Hermes-core conclusion. As you look down upon your delightful, softly writhing guest, a wide, sharp-toothed grin spreads across your face. Lithe of frame and looking even more slender, half-sunk into an extremely plush chair, one with a base wide-enough for your generous legs to straddle him, Simon's situated with his hands softly tied to deep-purple loops in the chair's arms, fastened with wide, silk straps at the wrists; his legs are likewise tied to the forelegs of the chair with similar, dark-purple, silken straps.

>>With Simon spread eagle like this, but left in his in simple black boxers, you drop to your knees and lean into the cushion of the chair, tenderly walking your fingertips up his thighs, whispering as you go, "Ohhh, what a good chair you'll make, Simon. Now remember," one hand draws a soft line up his stomach, "Noooo cumming (if you can help it)~" That's when your fingers, slender in your human form, easily pry their way through the buttonless-fold of his briefs, one finger tracing a tender, feather-light line under his balls before being joined by the rest, lifting his entire package from the briefs like a delicate treasure from a velvet case. Your other hand has spent the time tracing slow lines up and down Simon's length, teasing it to erection. You make sure to drag this process out, your mouth too close to keep your warm breath off the head, but you never touch him with your tongue, never put your lips to his tip.

>>Eventually he's hard as a rock, and that soft writhing is a tense bodily-shudder, Simon's dick is diamonds in your hand: flushed, stiff, hot. He's got great size, you can't keep your teeth from digging into your bottom lip. "Now this is a toy!" Your words are hot breaths, too excited to be sultry this time, before you're lifting yourself up; first to your feet, and then up, onto the chair. A muffled, huffy chuckle is your response, cock throbbing as you you give it a parting stroke. Simon's been left un-blindfolded, but you've given your guest a delightful, deep-green ball-gag, solid at the core, with just a bit of a gel-layer to really bite into. You look into his eyes, your own practically alight with lust, "Now, my toy..." You lean your weight onto Simon, modest, heavy breasts pressing onto his chest as you balance one hand on his shoulder. The other hand has gone south.

>>You spread your generous ass apart, slowly, eagerly parting your cheeks with your fingertips, until a wet, puffy asshole is revealed, spread apart with your index and middle fingers. Millennia of body-modifications have lent themselves well to your backdoor, one particular mod giving rise to a natural lubrication. Your cheeks part with a wet squelching noise, but they descend with such silence the entire room seems to echo with the combined noises of ragged, harsh intakes of breath. You're in, so fast that you forgot to hotdog him a little bit; but that's alright, as you say out-loud: "Th-that wasn't too fast, right? Not that toys really need time." You give Simon a warm smile, your dirty-talk hollowed-out by horniness anyway, and lacking teeth.

>>You're... actually really enjoying this particular dick, it turns out, sitting nearly upright on Simon's lap with your hands clinging to his shoulders for dear life, eyes crossed and staring into the blurry upholstery of the chair for what feels like... minutes. After what was only about thirty seconds of sitting with the tip of Simon's dick stabbing your prostate (your genetically modified, incredibly sensitive prostate), you feel like you've got to get this show on the road for Simon (briefly forgetting he's a roleplaying a toy for you), but as soon as you've lifted yourself to the very bottom border of his glans, your already-shaky legs drop you back to his lap with a soft thud, and like that, you've already spurted all over his stomach.

>>Hermes St. Germain is not a well-endowed woman, you've always known that, its part of why you got into body-mods, but you've also always been a quick shot with that three-and-a-halfer of yours, doubly-so with an ultra-modified prostate. Your naked ass is also still hornier than all hell. There's still a hard dick on your prostate, a hard dick you're clenching around.

>>Like a little trooper, like a drunken lightweight trying to prove she's sober, you raise your ass back off Simon's dick, and force yourself into a proper rhythm, bouncing like it's the last dick you're ever gonna ride. In the following five minutes, you're not sure exactly how many times you've had to stop and catch your breath, hanging onto Simon's restrained body for dear life as you cum, or as he cums. You set a rule for the man, but you also set out to break that rule FOR him, clenching like you've never cum before, every time you orgasm. There's at least one load, probably two, inside of you, as you ignored both of your refractory periods the entire time, though Simon doesn't seem to even really get winded after his first load; as you finish bouncing (having long-since abandoned any rhythm or style for an erratic, frantic rutting), you stop laying your weight against Simon, stop pressing him between your tits and the chair, and look down.

>>You've PLASTERED the man's stomach and chest with your tiny loads, leaving a pearly-white, sloppy mess between the two of you. The first thing you think to do is snap your fingers, a long, drawn-out motion that takes more energy than you realize; when it sounds out, though, the ball gag, and the ribbons, vanish in a small burst of green light, letting Simon go slack under you, while you attempt to stand up, off of him. Instead, your left knee gives out as soon as you've POPPED, off of Simon, and you roll into the nook of the chair, to his side. You're a sloppy mess, front and back, top and bottom, your hair sweaty and stuck to your face, but you scramble out of the chair, leaving Simon to massage his jaw during the second it takes you to grab as many green towels as you can carry (a lot). You hear him say something, smirking at you, but the eyes on you are hungry, and you can only giggle as you stumble your ways toward the shower.

>>You're in a different part of the room after your shower, and after mind-blowing shower oral (the fact that Simon took your length so easily is still playing in pictures on your brain), lying on your bed, itself somehow MORE plush than your fuck-chair, stroking Simon's hair. "You've been simply wonderful tonight, Simon." This time, in bed, you've shed your human glamour, and while you're STILL not any taller than your bean-pole guest, your Vosi form easily dwarfs Simon in terms of mass, and despite the bluish tint, you're MUCH warmer in this form, a veritable cuddling machine as you while away the time. Sure, he'll have to leave soon, but for now, this part is almost as good as the sex.

((@22tiime2 A little drabble for you!!!

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[justonemorechapternicercy]

If you’re doing the rare pairs thing, Percy/Kronos?

I had this in my inbox for a year, and I'm so sorry for that. 😭

⚠️ Warnings: blow job

Kronos looked down, watching the thick length of his - Castellan’s - cock vanish into Perseus Jackson’s pink lips. Seeing the little hero, the practically perfect son of one of the eldest gods swallowing him, gagging for him flooded him with satisfaction and victory.

He won.

That sensation was glorious - almost as glorious as Perseus' lips.

Throwing his head back to the cold marble walls of Olympus, Kronos willed his body - Castellan's, too young and too virginesque to last long enough - to calm down. The vision of the only heroic son of Aphrodite - always so flawless, a born leader - eagerly sucking the enemy's cock, split running down his chin, face flushed red, was just so delicious. Victory never felt so sweet.

Kronos knotted his hands in the demigod's messy fluff of hair, pulling it, leading Perseus' head where he wanted. Castellan imagined this before, more times than Kronos would be willing to admit, but feeling it was nothing a child like the son of Hermes could have ever imagined.

Kronos lived for a long, long, long time, but nothing could be compared to Perseus Jackson.

The demigod moaned around his cock, like the hungry, insatiable bitch he was, and Kronos was happy to give everything to him. He jerked forward, thrusting his girthy length into that perfect mouth, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. The son of Aphrodite was a drooling mess, and it was the biggest accomplishment Kronos ever felt. "You like it, don't you?" His voice was low and rumbling, nothing like Castellan's naturally higher tone. Fucking Jackson's mouth was something only he, Kronos, the King of the Titans could and should enjoy.

Nobody else. Not even the original owner of his new body.

"If only your mother could see you… I bet she would be proud of you. Her sluttiest son, pleasuring his king," he murmured. Fascinated, he caressed Perseus' red lips that were wrapped around his cock with his thumb, sliding it in. The demigod's mouth was so full, yet, it seemed it was just as insatiable as his mother's.

Kronos looked down at the demigod, the demigod who was in the center of his attention since the first time he appeared, easily defeating a Fury, sent by Hades, believing he was the son of one of his brothers. Even Kronos believed the teen was his grandson from one of his sons, he was so powerful even without training, just to find out he was the son of Aphrodite.

But not the son of the Love Goddess. No, he was the son of Aphrodite Areia, the son of Aphrodite the Warlike.

His sea-green eyes - so similar to Poseidon's, yet so different, as his connection to the sea was different - were looking up at him, lust-blown and wifey almost glazed over by the pleasure he felt for being able to serve his king. His whole body seemed to tremble with excitement as he swallowed Kronos' whole cock, taking all of it down in his throat. The Titan moaned, the slick wet heat of Perseus' mouth made his cock rock hard and leaking. Never in his life he felt like this.

Kronos dug his fingers deep into Perseus' scalp, tugging it hard, making the demigod's mouth into his own. He took what he wanted, and it didn't take long until he was coming, shooting hot spurts of come down Perseus' throat.

Licking away even the last drop of the sticky come, Perseus slid his lips from Kronos' cock. Before he could draw back, the Titan led his head to his tights, making sure the boy would rest. Flushed cheeks met with sweaty tights and Kronos knew there was no way he would ever let the boy go. Perseus' place was there, kneeling in front of him, pleasuring him, being cared for by him.

His hands lazily caressed the demigod's hair. "Who would have thought that the big hero of the Aphrodite cabin is just like his siblings? A whore for somebody bigger and more powerful," Kronos smirked. The boy in his lap froze, but relaxed instantly, knowing Kronos was right.

"There's much that you don't know about me," Perseus quipped back, grinning winningly, showing off pearl white teeth.

"Then I'll have fun finding out all your secrets, my pet," Kronos grinned, pulling the boy to his feet.

Just before he could drag the demigod into a scorching kiss, he felt a sharp pain in his armpit-

And the last thing he could hear was, "Unfortunately, you won't have time to do that."

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