#titanslayer

[stygicniron]

*ghost voice* eat a damn vegetable

Over your--my dead body!

[brokenbow]

bro i can't believe u threatened to throw a newborn into tartarus in front of DAD : /

"He stole my cows! Not just one or two, but the whole herd. And then he ATE some of them! Helios helped curse Odysseus for killing his cows, I get to punish my own stinky little brother for doing the same!"

[stoiicist]

titanslayer asked:

"home safe?" he should have announced himself to the goddess, shouldn't he? jason would claim it was simply in his nature to be a little abrupt, but the truth was: reyna's presence was one of comfort, like the inexplicable but powerful call to the safety of home, and as such, he often forgot to say hello when he was simply too excited to see her and speak to her.

as protector of the damned, it was nice for jason — bracingly nice — to spend time with someone whose charges were blessed with victory, peace, and . . . the pleasure of being welcomed back.

his expression is nothing short of gleeful when he smiles at her. "i thought i sensed your return. or maybe i just heard a commotion in the stables — well? how was it? was there celebrating — was there a toast to the hero's happy return, to you? tell me everything!"

“greetings,” the goddess calls, a salutation in response to his question which seemed to be in lieu of his. it’s of no matter to her, long since having grown to expect such a sudden and warm welcome from this particular god — a fellow protector of heroes. they get along well.

helmet is tucked under one arm, revealing reyna’s face, shining with a satisfactory smile. her return can only mean one thing: the homecoming of yet another hero, safely delivered back into the arms of their loved ones, their countrymen, with victory in their wake. 

she can’t help her laughter at the other’s eagerness. what simple joy there is in such things, to witness a hero’s safe and happy return. reyna holds up a hand, trying to wave away his many questions, but it’s a wasted effort. she won’t get away without recounting nearly every detail — and for a god who’s domain is fraught with far more tragedies than hers ever is, the least reyna feels she can do is share in some of her glories.

“many celebrations, many toasts — even i lost track by the end there. but i did hear talk of a pasture to be set aside in my honor, one that they plan to fill with tamed horses. you know what that means, right?” her heart swells with the hope that coincides with every hero’s return, that faint sliver of longing for a champion to finally find rest. a fond expression falls on reyna’s face: no one breaks horses just to send them off to die in battle. it is a gentle art, the occupation of peacetime. “their fight is over, for now. i expect them to enjoy a period of peace for quite some time.” 

[spectrophobias]

thalia do u wanna go to taco bell 🥺

HELL FUCKIN YEAH!!!!!!!!

[crowshoots-moved]

     @titanslayer said — i have 2 dynamics for u to consider ok:

silly bro dynamic but specifically in ur little palace au. just a fabrikator and his squaller pal. consider them talking abt the family they lost, fears abt future wars, perhaps even them training together n working out cute little combo attacks w/ their powers :( dregs au jason & jesper but like, they have a lil slowburn friendship. perhaps,,, jesper could help him escape being captured bcus he got outed as a squaller,,, and now jason owes him this debt/favour,,, think abt it

YESSSSS. YES!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok ok ok ok i am LISTENING.... very very attentively......... originally neither of them open up about the family they’ve lost and instead are two lads who do well w training together. both physically and also with their powers, perhaps? i doubt jason would let himself depend on his abilities n his abilities alone - jesper definitely doesn’t typically durasts aren’t matched with squallers at all, but i mean... electricity with metal.............. wink wonk

jesper immediately resonating w jason because he got outed as a squaller.... its only because they feel bad about it though!! no other reason as to why they’re worried about his health as a grisha in ketterdam..... nothing else, nothing at all! jesper saying hes got some paraffin leftover from a friend who’s long gone from ketterdam now... he has ur back jason!!! do not worry!!!!

[builtmyth]

hey i heard u had a bird club can i join

hey of course we’re actually in the market for another blonde for ✨diversity✨ since our previous one d*ed

[ichoric]

@titanslayer said: " whatever this power is, you'll learn how to wield it in due time, " jason glances up from the dagger he's sharpening to give her a look. hazel cuts a striking figure in the gloom of kaer morhen — among the rowdy witchers and weaponry and harsh, cold, mountains; she is bright, young, capable of fiery, booming joy. and dangerous, his mind tells him. she could crumble the fortress to ruins. ( she won't. he argues that point to himself, too — it's not hazel that's dangerous, it's this ability she has; this talent that she is working so hard to understand. )

his expression softens slightly as he flips the dagger, handle outwards, and holds it out to her. " or reign it in, if that serves you best, hazel. though in my experience, controlling a gift only lasts so long before it . . . nevermind. here — this is for you. we'll start training with it after lunch. i think it's reyna's turn to cook today. "

any onlookers would’ve felt commiseration for the poor straw dummy hazel claimed as her victim. each practiced lunge was fervently performed, her training blade either whacking into it’s sides or trying to pierce it’s neck. her skin felt clammy from a mixture of the cold weather and sweat, but there was catharsis in her pseudo - fight. it often left hazel too exhausted to overthink her abilities and tumultuous past.

dark coils bounced back into place around hazel’s small shoulders after one final blow. her chest heaved in exertion, amber gaze wide until managing a few deep breaths. ‘ —- it’s not about what serves me best and you know it. ‘ she hadn’t looked at jason yet. he had a way about him that compelled trust and openness from hazel, yet there was always a voice reminding her she was a naive little princess. ‘ i need to consider everyone else’s wellbeing. we can’t promise them safety if i’m around. if suppressing it is everyone’s best option . . . ‘

then it didn’t matter what happened to herself as the outcome. hazel considered pledging herself to the witcher’s and becoming one ( jason dismissed this idea before getting any further than that ), and even that held no certainty she couldn’t be a threat. finally she turned to her witcher, her protector, —- and hazel’s posture immediately eased. damn him. ‘ was this yours ? ‘ hazel’s focus shifted to the dagger, dropping the training blade in favor of it. ‘ its lighter than i expected. thank you. guess we should head in, i’m starting to freeze out here. ‘

[nofable]

@titanslayer   :       looks  leo  directly  in  the  eyes.     leans  in  close.     leans  in  a  little  more.        ‘      awoo.      ’

for someone so gloriously handsome,    jason could be a freak...       it was inspiring!    leo valdez,   you could also be a hot freak one day   [hot meaning handsome,   not physically hot:    oh,   you want fire?    leo’s got bucket loads of it...    leo’s trying to get rid of some of it,   actually,    before he gets anymore scars crawling up his arms].     jason leans towards him and leo leans back,    face scrunching up.       ‘      what do you want,   dude?    are you trying to freak me out?     i’m way better at this than you.     ’       jason leans closer and leo leans back again,     elfish ears perking up in intrigue.      he pauses,   sensing out the situation.    and jason picks this moment to howl   [screw handsome,    jason is just gloriously a freak].      ‘     you know,    people think i’m the strange one.     ’