BITER.

you fought the war / you were the war.

[castelln]

independent,   mutually   exclusive   and   private   l.uke   c.astellan   of   the   p.jo   series. heavily   canon   divergent.   headcanon   and   book   based.   established   november   2020.

carrd     (   including rules   &   info   )     here. interest tracker. pinterest board. canon divergency. playlist. promo tag.

                                                      loved by amira (she/her). twenty. gmt+8.

[castelln]

hi sorry for the inactivity lately but uni has rly been kicking my butt

[gayhaircut]

honestly if someone tenderly cradled my face i think at this point i would probably blackout

[theguillotinequeen]

Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again

HOMER, THE ILIAD.

[castelln]

new icon <3 also i made a sideblog where i’ll just rb/post luke things @augurye 

[rpstartersinc]

send me   ‘ mistletoe ’   for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse.   specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose.

[castelln]

@deliverywtch​     :     “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!”

𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞’𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭,     𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.     his side was on fire,     wound peppered with that sharp hot pain he associated with magic,     blood staining his tunic.     a shaky hand closes over the injury,     preventing kiki from looking at it as he tilts his head back and exhales.     slowly,     steadily shakily. 

maybe it wasn’t the time for him to be cracking jokes. 

❝    sorry, sorry.    ❞     his head lilts to his shoulder.     he’s starting to feel warm all over.     it makes him itchy,     like he wants to scratch off his skin.     ❝    can we do anything about it  ?    ❞

caring for stubborn muses.     accepting.

[fuckoffstraightpeople-blog]

you come into my house, you disrespect my problematic fave

[castelln]

idk anything abt d.escendants but the way i wanna join indjjeeoekke,,,, i think ur all just neat

[castelln]

❝    𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰,    ❞     he starts.     luke was six when a sorcerer made an attempt on his life and failed.     six when his parents decreed magic was banned in his presence.     six when he was pushed into a smaller castle with his own maids and servants and guards to live with until he was eighteen,     and older,     and ready for a crown to sit on his head.     kiki had been his first encounter with magic in twelve years.     ❝    i never really understood what you do here as the court’s witch.     do you cast spells on people  ?  heal them  ?    ❞

@deliverywtch​     /     plotted starter.

[castelln]

starter call !! will probably be a one - liner or smth ehriemekemsjwk

[castelln]

❝    𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧.     𝐦𝐞.     all the unclaimed.     don’t let it     [  …  ]     don’t let it happen again.    ❞

ind. priv. sel. 𝗅𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇 of the p.jo series.     book and headcanon based.     canon divergent.     loved by amira.

[castelln]

@naivetm​     :     “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.”

❝    𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐢’𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐢 𝐚𝐦,     𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.    ❞     he’s a sight for sore eyes,     if sore eyes needed to look at a man bandaged.     his arm throbs with a dull ache that he hasn’t quite managed and it shows in the pinch of his eyebrows,     in the set of his expression where he tries to make it look like hurting your arm     (     again     )     wasn’t as painful as it looked. 

and it had been a stupid thing too,     where one kid got a little too excited over an activity and almost sent a heavy bucket crashing right onto his head before luke had swooped in and caught it                        except catching it was just using his arm as a shield and feeling the heavy weight pin him down.     ❝    it’s not even that bad.     it just looks worse than it actually feels,     i promise.     i can still do my job.    ❞

[castelln]

@lcvelj​     :     ‘  we  were …  we  were  just  kids .  little  kids .  ’

❝    𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞,     𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭  ?    ❞

and he laughs,     but there’s nothing sweet about it.     it’s bitter and cold and hardened from years of being abandoned and used and manipulated until the only thing that remained of luke castellan was his name.     and that too,     he held onto tightly.     he’s not the same as he was just a few years ago,     when he was nineteen and angry and let electricity crackle around his fingers in the paper  -  thin hope that it would change something,     anything     ;     get his father to look at him again,     get his mother to be okay again,     get the gods to care.     he’s twenty  -  two and he’s died twice     (     three times,     if he counts the river     )     and he would think this bitter pill would be long swallowed.

luke looks at lara jean.     pauses in this tirade of his that has yet to fully go away.     that has yet to be fully forgotten.     the gods may finally be doing their part in claiming their children but luke will never forget what it took to get them there.     he clenches his fist,     feels the sting of his fingernails digging into his palm before he shakes his head like he’s clearing the mist,     looks off into the waters surrounding camp and says,     ❝    it doesn’t matter if we were kids,     or teenagers,     or even adults.     we just have to keep pushing and trying because this world,     these monsters,     they won’t stop coming for us.     the least we can do for ourselves in the past is try and try again.     ❞

tua sentences.     accepting.

[castelln]

pspspsps ships....

[castelln]

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐱 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍.     he keeps it incredibly minimalistic, keeping shirts tucked into jeans and keeping accessories to the barest. life as a demigod isn’t easy, and he has an abundance of clothes to keep up with the demand. he sticks to a cool blue and neutral color scheme.

[castelln]

@appleyed​     :     “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.”

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭.     a warning,     a message     :     don’t waste your resources on me.     the cut is deep enough that what pours down his side mimics the trickling of a stream,     deep  -  red with a bedrock of knives,     pointed and sharp and begging for more of what flows through his veins.

his vision swims.     he’s seen this before,     experienced this often enough that he almost welcomes what comes next     (     the arms of the dark,     soft whispers of ghosts asking him to follow.     )     ❝    i’ll be fine,    ❞     he says lies.     he bites back the pain like it is ribbon.     ❝    use it for yourself,     i can make it back to camp if i hurry.     ❞

caring for stubborn muses.     accepting.