This blog is mostly about pjo (luke castellan appears a lot here), but other fandoms may appear (asoiaf, naruto, svsss, or whatever strikes my fancy).
My ao3
My art tag: AtoZ art
My snippets tag: AtoZ snippets
Brainstorming/ideas tag: AtoZ ideas
I’m part of the Roman gods ≠ Greek gods club.
I don’t believe in dni; I assume others are capable of curating their own experience. I block freely to maintain my peace. If my blog/work is not for you, I trust you have the maturity to walk away.
Block the nsfw and gilded yoke tags if you’re a kid and/or disturbing themes aren’t for you 👍
Please avoid asking me for updates. I won’t be answering those kinds of asks/dms, but I promise it’s being worked on!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Everyone is aware of Luke/Loukas being Ruin including Hermes (ignore him, the poor man is in deep-deep denial) except Luke/Loukas. He’s literally the only one who doesn’t know his Domains.
Poor Hermes, the guy will rampage over the fact that Luke could be considered more Ares by how similar their Domains especially how Luke became Ares’s lackey. I can see Apollo poking fun at that in his version of brotherly love, if he isn’t too busy drooling over Luke and trying to seduce him.
Lmao, Hermes is going to have a breakdown over the fact that his son—who was literally born from his own ichor—is nothing like him. Okay, maybe "nothing" is a strong word, but Luke definitely isn't his mini-me. At this rate, between the endless suitors and a crazy, overprotective dad, Luke is just going to yeet himself into Tartarus to escape. (Which, honestly, might actually happen when I finally get around to writing that Hermogenes longfic).
I was rereading Kyllenios (yes, i read my own stuff) and I got flash banged by a random memory of a less known myth, where Poseidon is hidden by Rhea instead of being swallowed by Kronos.
So. In a potential Kyllenios AU situation, kiddie Percy meets kiddie Poseidon and he doesn’t even know who his dad is. And Poseidon’s dad is Kronos - that’s enough of an explanation. Maybe they’d bond over their daddy issues. Or maybe kiddie Percy would hate Poseidon’s guts on sight.
There’s two location options: either Poseidon is hidden in a flock of lambs in Arcadia (which connects to Kyllenios, but eons before tiny Hermes terrorizes/bonds with tiny Luke) or he’s raised by Oceanus’ daughter Capheria and the Telchines.
Either way, the Titan’s era seems fun to play with.
"Dad… Dad," he whispered to the cold floor, his voice warbling. "You were supposed to be here. Why aren't you here?"
He’s face-down on the kitchen floor when he asks the ocean that question. Something answers. Just not from the right place, or the right time, or in the shape he expected.
He wakes up on a beach thousands of years too early, and the first thing that finds him is a boy about his own age with sharp teeth and absolutely no idea what a “no” is for.
I know you've gone on hiatus, so ignore this if you consider it part of all that(?). I just wanted to ask! Cause it has been driving me crazy and I love how unhinged he is? (Also your writing in general) But like, Percy noticed (and applied foot to mouth) that Hermes acts like Luke's weirdly obsessed Ex.
Please god tell me that others not only get that Vibe but are just standing there going 😬😬😬 "this house is a nightmare~ that is your soooon~" like? Yeah. He knows. That's WHY he wants to lock his sweetest of babiest of boys away in a tower on an untraceable island that no one can ever find EVER the end!
(Do not look at my boy. You are NOT ALLOWED TO PERCEIVE-)
He's SO normal about it guys. So normal. Getting a Good Grade at being Daddy(not Father! And perish the thought of Dad! No, no, you should call him Da-) a thing that is both real and possible to achieve! :D
Just? The hilariously horrifying Vibes the two unhinged Gods that love you, one of whom is your Dad, the OTHER who wants to [REDACTED] (jesus, man! He's MORTAL!) You? It has to give people whiplash. It's very.... *everyone checks the mythology books then winces* uuuh, pantheon accurate.
(Which gets EXTRA funny because "How DARE You Suggest-!?" Hermes is also dead ass out here going "but also no one can marry my son but me cause none of you disgusting little cretins should ever touch my baby boy and I don't trust you" like? You are NOT BEATING THE ALIGATIONS, my dude! Control your possessive tendencies for FIVE SECONDS!) (He shan't. And he WILL attic-son his child at the first available opportunity, see if he doesn't!)
God I love him. The orange-blue morality is baked right in and he's SO BAD at pretending to human. A hedonistic pigeon. Favorite~♡
I’ve officially ended the hiatus, so here is your long-awaited answer lol (Sorry for the late reply, though)
And yeah… Hermes has definitely earned a reputation as the crazy conspiracy guy over the past few years. He is convinced someone is out there coveting his son (and it’s that Roman), but since no one believes him, he WILL take matters into his own hands. And little Luke is just the most precious thief! Look at him trying to manipulate Hermes, how adorable. Hermes obviously just has to take him back to his palace to keep him safe. There, he’ll have games, books, and meals laced with golden apples—wait, I mean, who said that?
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
hi i saw you wondering about ascended percy fics and i have one i rlly liked and would like to suggest
“dancing through our house, with the ghost of you” by celestialbella
a quick summary being, percy is forcefully ascended and is bound forcefully to olympus, only allowed to leave three days a year. and another fun part of it, he’s cursed so nobody remembers him, not his family, not annabeth, only grover
anyway it was a really enjoyable read and i totally recommend!!! bye
I don’t know if this has been said anywhere else, but I find it interesting that in tlt, Percy is attacked by a Fury right at the beginning. It’s revealed later that it's because of Hades and his helm, which is the canon reason. However, right after that, he meets the Fates.
Personally, I find it worth noting because, in myth, the Furies are the enforcers of the Moirai (the Fates). They act as the punishers of anyone who transgresses fate, with their vengeance being as inevitable as destiny itself. In a way, the Fates allocate the lot from above while the Furies do the same below. I'm sure it was accidental on Rick's part, but it brings up interesting implications: Percy fights a Fury, then immediately sees the Fates cut a thread (which we later find out is Luke’s).
It might as well be Fate forcing the narrative they want, using the Furies to drive Percy into his role as a child of the Big Three. It also connects him to Luke and the future Battle of Manhattan. Plus, the Furies usually punish crimes against blood relatives. While Percy is accused of acting against his uncle, Zeus, it also foreshadows the generational war: Titans vs Gods, Gods vs their demigod children, and the demigods against each other.
So, as much as Fate wove the Great Prophecy, it is Consequence (the Furies) that truly sets it all into motion.
It’s that same old song: the path had already been traced long before Percy set foot on it.
** may is manoia; her mask is cracked to symbolize her eyes opened aka acquired wisdom / knowledge / consciousness
** the others are ocs minus Hypsos (and Kion), who is Thalia - she is thrice-born in this au - and Khreistos, who is Chris
more of the Reversed Olympus AU:
I. THE FIRST WOUND AND THE FALL
But afterwards, from the last and deepest dream of Phuein, the Winged Mother, arose Manoia, the First-Minded, she of the wily-counsel and Foreseer of Intention; she who alone walked the quiet of the unformed world while the deathless ones slept in their heavy silence. In that stillness, she sensed a forbidden prize—a spark of wild fire that had no name.
And Himeros, the Hunger, grew within her, for to conceive of a prize is to crave its possession; and thus she committed the First Folly. While the foundations of the world lay in their ancient sleep, Manoia struck; with the sharp edge of her intent, she pierced the heart of the Winged Mother, and so began the First Wound.
In that moment of blood, the All died. The singular dream of the beginning was shattered, and Phuein became blind and nameless, moving the heavy wheels of the world without sight.
And Hypsos, the Shimmering Sky, fell from her lofty heights, for the breath that held her was gone. As she fell, the spirit of the air perished, and the firmament was no longer a living presence but became a Soma, a high and freezing corpse of stagnant, flayed flesh, stripped of its ancient glory.
Hypsos struck the stone-flesh of Stereos and became the Pesonma, the Fallen One. In the shattering of her descent, her white spine turned to rigid wood, and from her broken bones and retreating spirit arose the Kion, the Great-Oak. She is the bone-tree who stands with a tireless heart to hold the weight of the dead sky off the earth, lest the corpse of the heavens crush the foundations of the world forever.
II. THE PRICE OF BLOOD
Then did the Protogenoi awake to the shriek of the dying Sky, and a shuddering seized the wide-pathed earth to its very roots. First among the woke was Stereos, the Deep Rooted and Stony Hearted, who rose in a grim fury. With hands of unyielding rock, he seized Manoia of the wily-counsel, she who first brought Intent into the world; he dragged her by the tresses of her hair to the sunless halls of his brother, Amystis, the Silent Swallower. And the earth beneath his bulk groaned with a sound of grinding cliffs, as he bellowed:
“Behold! Our sister of the High-Heights has fallen! The Thief has shattered the All and broken the Order of the Dreaming Mother!”
Then Amystis, he who dwells in the blackness of the pit where no bird flies, opened a cavern in the lightless roots of the world, down beneath the ceiling of bone where the spine of the Sky-Pillar was set. There, the Gray became the Black, and the air was thick with the dust of the beginning. They bound Manoia with chains of Adamant, the unconquerable iron of the deep dark, so that her sight might fail her and her proud, revealing intent be swallowed by the gloom.
Yet Stereos was not sated. He strode through the ruins of the Fall, and the dry dust of his body met the golden ichor of his shattered sister. From that grim and blood-stained union arose a dark lineage of wonders: the Oreides, nymphs of the high peaks, who with tender hands grow the moss upon the jagged crags of Akris; and the winged Poneides, the Scourges, who rose from the earth’s deep groaning, carrying whips of shadow to ensure that every theft is paid in full; and the terrible, many-coiled Drakons, whose scales are like the iron of the earth. Greatest among them was Ophion, the Eternal Watcher, who wound his cold length thrice around the trunk of the Bone-Tree to guard the splendor of the Pesonma’s new form.
Then Stereos cried out with a voice like the crashing of two mountains:
“Akris, thou Jagged One of the World, son of the Earth! Behold! The Thief, the wretched world-breaker, lies in the cave of the deepest end! Go thou, and sit upon her!”
And Akris, the Star-Piercing-Giant, heard, and he sat upon the mountain above the prisoner, so that the mass of the broad-breasted earth pressed upon the chest of Manoia, stealing her breath through the eons.
But the punishment was twice-born, for even as the mountain crushed her from without, a second jailer arose from with the First Wound. From the jagged wounding of the Winged Mother was born Khreistos, the Shadow-Bringer; he came forth slick with the blood of the first folly, wailing with a hollow voice for the twin-light he had never touched. To him was given the charge of the Jailer by the decree of the First Born, for who better to guard a thief than he who is the shape of loss?
Because Manoia held the Spark which he lacked, he loathed her with a cold and unending hate. While the mountain crushed her ribs, the Horizon Eater crawled into the very hollows of her soul. He breathed his cold vapor into her marrow, turning her blood into splinters of glass, so that to move was to shatter.
And so did the ages pass, while the Revealer lay crushed under the weight of the world, and the Shadow whispered his cold grief into her ear, guarding the light that he, the Lacking One, could never hope to hold.
Hey! I'm a long-time reader/fan of your DoF series on AO3. Just went to reread it and got a notification that it's now part of the collection "Test/private area" as a mystery work. The collection is closed, moderated, and unrevealed. I just wanted to make sure that you knew of this.
helloo
no worries! The collection is mine. I privated it bc dof was genuinely distressing me. My style changed a lot throughout the years and I no longer feel like it holds up. So I’m doing some editing to make it tighter and more coherent, like scene breaks, adding other povs, etc. And since this takes time - and the changes are structural - making it private avoids mixing a newly edited part with an old one that isn’t structurally sound.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
working on a lil something for my Hermogenes!Luke/Mercury WIP. Maybe it'll come out of my drafts one day, after I finish my Perseia fic...
Modelled off the Homeric Hymn to Ares:
Loukas, rallier of men, unyielding, Saviour of Cities, ally of Themis, Elpiphoros, turner of the ploughshare, son of Hermes with the golden sword; hear me, you who turn away calamity from the cities of men! Illuminate the doubts that cloud my heart, that I might overcome them with courage and good reason. O blessed one, grant me the courage to pass on the fire within me, that it may flourish anew!
Some notes:
Saviour of Cities is a title shared by Athena and Ares, probably in reference to them saving cities from being sacked by imbuing warriors with strength.
rallier of men = Laossos, an epithet shared with Ares
ally of Themis is also used in the Homeric Hymn to Ares in reference to his status as a god of justice
Elpiphoros = he who carries hope
turner of the ploughshare - specifically referring to his aspect of renewal after destruction
son of Hermes = Hermogenes, I just didn't write it exactly because it didn't match the vibes. Pretend Homer wrote this literally and the translator just chose not to include it idk
"overcome them with courage and good reason" → included this for two major reasons:
1) ties into that destruction and renewal theme he's got going on,
2) unfortunately he's got to show his heritage from Hermes somehow, and Homer probably would not do this by bringing up his cunning schemes and brutality in battle. People generally do not like inviting bloodshed, which is probably why Ares's Homeric Hymn also does not reference his more brutal aspects.
Mr. D's gonna crash out and square up with Hermes on a scale hitherto undreamnt of when he finds out that Luke's not coming back to chb bc of him lololololol
Uncle D vs Hermes round 2
Who will win this time tho? Uncle D got beaten up pretty badly last time lol
When Hermes calls Luke little Luke, it sounds so patronizing, especially in english, while May, in chapter 1 of Dof, says her goodbyes to him, and she calls him little Luke to in portuguese. So I have a question: Does it sound as arrogant in portuguese? Is Luke just biased to his mom ? Is it a term of endearment because Luke did announce himself towards his grandmother using Luquinha or is Hermes being his usual Hermes self. Sorry I don't speak portuguese
It’s okay!
In Brazil (I don't know about other Portuguese speaking countries), we use the diminutive a lot. Just look at our soccer players' names, for example, the World Cup roster right now features Raphinha (his actual name is Raphael). It’s a term of endearment, but it can be used for irony or mockery as well - it depends entirely on the speaker’s tone.
Gotta love Luke's grandma training Mercury into becoming a good partner for Luke lmao. It's cute to imagine the three of them going on outings together🤭
Grandma Aparecida isn’t going to let Luke become a May 2.0 anytime soon. The deadbeat pigeon has escaped her claws, but this smug, rich rooster is right here and he’s studying their human ways like an alien sent on a diplomatic mission - it’s the perfect opportunity to shape him into the perfect grandson-in-law!
The outings are probably Mercury following whatever Grandma says like it’s the holy word, while Luke is just like🧍♂️
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
“Travis, did you steal the strawberries?” Connor asked, not looking up. His eyes narrowed as he nudged a piece a fraction of an inch to the left.
“Yep.” Travis popped the p. He stepped into the light, dangling a heavy sack like a trophy, a smug smirk tugging at his mouth. “And—” He held up a finger, pausing for dramatic effect.
“And you got caught,” Connor muttered. He didn't have time for the theater. The pieces had to be in this exact order, or the whole thing was useless. Dad—their real dad, not the creep who salivated whenever they taunted him despite Luke’s warnings—wouldn't hear a word of the prayer if the layout wasn't perfect.
That was the rule according to Abigail’s journals. They’d never actually met their older sister before she vanished, but Luke said she was a witch. And if she was a witch, she knew how to talk to the beyond.
“No, I didn’t get caught!” Travis scowled, the fun ruined. He let the sack thud to the dirt.
“Hey! You smash them, and how are we supposed to summon Dad?” Connor shot back, bolting to his feet and leveling a glare at his brother.
“Listen.” Travis dramatically lifted a hand. Then, with a quick sleight of hand, a shiny piece of silver metal materialized on his palm.
Connor blinked. Then he deadpanned. “An earring. That’s what you found?”
Travis practically vibrated in place. His face was a mix of smug triumph and that specific, defensive look Connor remembered from back when they used to bully—ahem, teach the ropes to—Percy when he first arrived at camp.
“I found it in Luke’s things,” Travis whispered in a frantic rush, stumbling closer. He waved the silver right in Connor’s face as if Connor were blind. “He’s like a chicken losing its feathers these days, with how much he’s pacing all over the place. He probably didn't even try to hide it well.”
But wait.
Connor snatched it out of his grip and held it up, analyzing it against the sunlight. “This is expensive jewelry,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing. “Luke has that old golden one he got from his trips out of camp, but he’s way too broke to buy something like this.”
Connor and Travis exchanged a look, their faces twisting into identical expressions of deep concern.
“Luke has a boyfriend,” they concluded in unison.
“Who?” Travis asked, crossing his arms. “That sunny, mouthy Lee dude?”
Connor scrunched his face. “No. Lee likes Luke—remember when we pulled that prank on him?—but Luke doesn’t like him back.”
“So who is it?”
Connor wracked his brain, but his mind went entirely blank. There was no one Luke could possibly like at camp. The Aphrodite campers actually called him Saint Luke because of it. Usually, that would have been fine; Luke was supposed to be completely focused on Cabin Eleven, and a boyfriend—because Luke definitely wasn't into girls—would only distract him.
But Luke had been leaving camp more and more often lately…
Which meant—
“It’s someone from the outside!” Connor gasped.
In his sudden burst of outrage, his fingers slipped. The earring tumbled from his grip, landing dead center on the board.
Instantly, it flared to life. A blinding flash of light scorched the clearing, forcing Connor to shield his burning eyes. Nearby, Travis let out a sharp shriek as he scrambled backward. Blinded and disoriented, Connor tumbled forward, his face smacking hard against something solid.
Not the ground.
“I may hold a deep fondness for dear Lucas, Hermes spawn,” a deep, velvety voice purred directly above him, “but do not mistake that for permission to touch me so casually.”
Connor blinked, chasing the stubborn black spots from his vision. Slowly, he glanced up.
The eyes staring back at him were a piercing, metallic silver. They looked incredibly displeased, even as a polite smile tugged at the man's lips—a look Connor immediately flagged as completely fake.
With a single, elegant finger pressed to Connor’s forehead, the tall stranger pushed him away. He did it with a look of profound disgust, as if Connor carried a highly contagious disease, or was simply made of dirt. Connor wasn't sure which option he preferred. Probably neither.
“Now then,” the man said, brushing off his immaculate clothes. “Hermes spawn number one, where is your brother?”
Connor traded a frantic look with Travis. They were completely out of their depth.
If they hadn't summoned their dad, who the hell was this guy? More importantly, how did he know Luke—and what did he mean by dear Lucas?
