#war mention

[emma-xl2]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇

ʙɪɢ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

, part 2 here, part 1 here

Requests are open (feel free to suggest a new story and other characters)

(ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ)

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ

so ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴇɴɢᴇʀ

Word count:2k

Warning: mentions of blood, deaths, wounds, it's not all disturbing andthere are not description of gore, angst?

SFW, angst?, sad kinda, happy ending? , mention of Y/N ( like a few times) , some of this isn't canon at all.

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The war was over.

It was over.

They were dead.

So was he.

You were lying on the ground, the wounds too deep for you to move, “I’m going to die?” you slowly whisper, the chaos around you inaudible, spilt blood was still dripping on you, some was yours, some was the traitors you had to kill, the sibling you had you look straight in the eyes and shot an arrow on their chest. Your eyes slowly closing, the darkness slowly engulfing your view, your breath too slow to think you’d live. “Is it my time?” You say before everything was dark.

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You open your eyes. It was dark, too dark, it felt like there was no sign of life around you. You did not know where you were, it all felt too cryptic, too mystic. You were all alone in an endless void of darkness and emptiness, and you did not know where to go or what to say, you wanted to speak, to scream for help or guidance but your mouth felt frozen, your lips were shut in place. It was scary, it scared you. You decide to move around, find a way to get out of this uncanny place. You stepped forward in the darkness, and each step felt heavy and dense, like the mysterious ground was pulling you back. You walked and walked, but the darkness never ended; it felt like a horrible dream you could not wake from. You thought maybe this was the god’s idea, that maybe your mother liked making peculiar jokes or maybe they liked to play with you, they liked to play with Percy maybe they wanted a new toy to entertain them. But you knew it was not, there was something darker more cryptic, more Machiavellian. You did not know where you were going you did not know why but you had to find a way out he all felt like a dream like a nightmare, they could not wake up from. The darkness was everywhere it engulfed everything around there was no beat no melody just a cold feeling that made you shiver and want to cry but no tears could come out of your compassionate, sober eyes. You finally opened your mouth the nonexistent ice was finally melted from your lips. “Where am I, why am I here” you said, voice shaky and strained but with every warning feeling rising in your body, you kept walking—like a powerful force was pulling you towards it, like you were an easy prey. After a while that felt like walking for an eternity, you saw a small light towards your left. “That needs to be my way out, thank the gods” you whisper to yourself with relief. You turn towards it and begin walking towards it The golden heavenly lights get bigger the more you walk towards them, making you more ambitious to get to them.

You finally get to it, but the lights are not heavenly or your way out. “What the hell” you said stunned, stopping in front of the peculiar and ethereal thing in front of you.

You saw a huge colourful stained-glass window in front of you, it was indescribable, it was mystical and magical but as you were admiring the beautiful work in front of you, a soft—adoring familiar voice was heard behind you. “Its beautiful isn’t it?” his voice was calm and tender like it was all those years ago which made you turn around, and you say him, he wasn’t in his battle clothes, instead he was wearing casual clothes, a black sweater and a pair of beige jeans, similar clothes to the ones he wore when he took you for your first date outside camp in new York. You cannot help but smile, you missed him so dearly, so insanely much. “Yeah, it is, it looks just like I did that day” you said quite slowly, the words coming out like whispers. He steps forward “You looked perfect that day and every day before and since then.” You didn’t say anything back, you couldn’t, it felt like you saw a ghost, a ghost you once loved so much, a ghost that still occupies your heart, mind and body. Your eyes soften, unsure of what to say or if you can touch him, and he realises your confusion, he moves his hand slowly to take yours, his fingers linger on it then he moves it towards his face, letting you touch him slowly, indicating that it is real which made your tears crumble up in your eyes, your hand slowly tracing his scar then wrapping it on his cheek. “You’re here” you said with an unsteady voice that made his expression relax then he began to speak. “I’m here, I’m here” he repeats, his eyes starting to tear up slowly. You rush him into a tight and loving hug. “Never leave me again, don’t go…” You please with your voice crumbling under him. “Don’t you dare go away ever” His arms wrap around, like you’re the last and only thing he has on this cryptic world. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he cries, placing his heart on a platter for you. “I was a fool, I wanted to be a hero—I’m sorry, I had no choice” his words shatter your heart. “Why couldn’t we run away? Why did you have to choose Kronos? Was I not enough?” “No, you were more than enough, he pulls away to see your face, his hands now on your shoulder, holding you tight. “You were—are everything I ever wanted, it was hard y/n, it was so hard, he controlled everything and —I should have chosen you; I should have married you, I should have” Luke cries, his words truthful and regretful. “Luke—” he interrupts you “I don’t want to u to move one, I want you to only love me, only me but that’s selfish, I can’t keep hurting you—I can’t keep being selfish and arrogant…you need to be happy but I don’t want another man to ever love you the way I did, I don’t want another man to feel the love I do, please Y/n I beg even if you were to marry someone else, to have someone else last name, to said ‘I do’ to someone else, don’t love him like you love me, I beg you, my last wish it is for you to not love whom will you marry like you loved me, it might go against your mother but I need you in underworld, I need you to be mine forever” he begs “please Y/N, marry him or give them a child but don’t love them” his eyes filled os despair like his voice “please” he pleaded. You do not know what to say, “I-I—Luke,” he interrupts you again “please, promise me, you will never move on from me, even if you marry someone else, don’t move on from me” he stops to take a slow breath “please, promise me” You look at him for a while, stunned to speak or even think or move. His eyes fulled of desperation, anguish, pain, and suffering. “This is all I ask, my last wish for you” You close your eyes ten open them back up and nod to his plea. “Fine, yes, I promise, if that is your last wish, then yes I-...I will—I promise” His eyes light up then he quickly pulls you in and crashes his lips on yours, his kiss hungry and desperate like his words, you kiss him back with the same feelings, his hands travel from your shoulder to your back then to your hips, pulling you closer to him, his grip around you tightens. He pulls away slowly, both of you gasping

for air.

“Y/n, I was an idiot” he laughs, “I was such an idiot, you’re so important to me baby” You smile, leaning in, his forehead now touching yours, “No matter what, I will forever be yours, Luke” he smiles back towards you. “That reminds me” his hands move away from your body then they move towards his pants pocket, taking something out of it. “Remember when I made you mine?” he asks which makes you nod, “remember the iris message? The one I begged you to join me? I said we could have got married” you nod once more. “Hermes—my father found out the week we got together, he sent me a message, it was some stupid gold coins to take you on a date—I did not want them, so I went to a Hephaestus kid —I wanted him to make a necklace out of the gold but he didn’t, he said that it wasn’t enough so jokingly I said if he can make it into a ring and” he laughs then shakes his head “the stupid kid took me seriously” You gasp “Luke”

“Yeah so…if u end up marrying someone else, I want you to be reminded of your true love forever” he opens his hand and a golden ring is seen, his hand shaky, while he places it on your finger. You look up with him, eyes tearing up once again. “Luke” you said slowly. Your surrounding suddenly and slowly changing around you. The darkness was becoming lighter than it was. You start to panic then look back at him. “Luke” you said almost shouting He does not move his a me yes away from your face, a bright smile corrupts his face “I can’t wait to see you again.” “What?” “I can’t wait for the stories you will tell me; I can’t wait to spend forever with you, I hope Elysium is everything I imagined but it won’t be fully paradise until you join me, but it isn’t your time now.” “Luke what are you saying” “Luke please don’t leave me again” His expression does not change, “I love you so much” After his last words, everything goes white.

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The war was over Titans lost The gods one But you lost Luke. You saw his body, lying on the ground, bleeding, his father next to him. You wanted to run, to scream. So, you do. “LUKE” you scream in pain, from the stabs and the fight or from the pain of seeing your only love dead. You get closer to him. He is gone. He is dead. “Luke, you scream again, dropping down on your knees next to his body. “This isn’t real, this can’t be” you cry between your sobs. Hundreds of dead bodies around you, some your sisters, some your brothers, some your friends, some your cousins too, but none of them was him, none of them meant what Luke meant to you. You look up, tears and blood running down your face, Hermes face looking down at you with a heartbreaking expression. When Hermes takes Luke’s body into his arms to carry him away, you scream not to, you beg for him not to, and someone from the camp holds you back as you sob. “Please not him, not Luke, I beg you, not again, do not take him too, you took my father, why are you taking him too?” Your words are loud but barely audible. A warm hand turns to you, and you look at her. It was your mother. “Why are you letting them take him too? Why can’t you help, why do you never help?” you cry as she takes you in a hug.

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It has been years since the war, and you graduated from camp and decided to leave that life behind but faith had different plans for you. You meet a Hephaestus kid, you do not want to fall in love, but you decide to give him a chance. One time during a date he saw a gold ring on your index finger which made him question it, you said that you bought it from a shop, but he said “Weird, I remember crafting a ring like that when I was a teenager” he laughs, “maybe it's faith”

You nod and smile. “Maybe”

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@ilovegavincasalegno Thank you to the people who followed the story 💕hopefully Y/N gets to see Luke in Ellysum one last time.

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[saffronscales]

CELESTE BY @karcinogen !!!!! CHECK OUT DAYBREAK (if you can handle the content warnings on their blog, including child abuse and child sexual assault, murder, war and a lot more) . i messed up a little but its okay

[queerbauten]

people care more about whether the “I Miss Us” vid contains AI (Tantu said it doesn’t) than they do about the fact that it’s a charity single for musicians in Palestine, the Congo, and Kosovo, don’t they

[atlantic-sillies]

Big Mac's Letter

꧁ ིྀ⊱✯🌸✯⊰ ིྀ꧂

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[TW: WAR MENTION]

Diving into the characters' pasts is something common in me already. But there's one part in particular i tend to avoid or not go too deep on very often. The Great War, because more than half of the au were adults/old enough to understand, when it all started.

I decided to choose two of the softest points of view during times of war. Sunshine and Warrior.

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They were 18 and 32 when Big Mac was called to the front. He promised them he'd be back soon, only a few weeks and he'd be at home. He wrote letters to them everytime he could, every week/two weeks at first, then every three weeks, every month... They took more and more to arrive after half a year. And people, even friends, started to think Big Mac would never come back. Sunshine denied this at first, he got furious everytime he heard someone implying it, so did Warrior. They conforted eachother.

Though, time passed and Sunshine started to lose hope. So as the letters were less and less frequent, he started to get more and more scared of his father won't send the next one.

Warrior tried to stay strong for his nephew but it was hard to cover him and keep his own fears shut.

Those years felt like an eternity, and once Big Mac was back, people called it a miracle.

Warrior said it wasn't a miracle. It was his brother.

[sorrowboss]

hey to all my overthinkers and worriers out there. dont believe anyone when they say they have a list of places iran will bomb.

there's potential places, yes, particularly around military bases (i.e offut afb in nebraska, where the president will go in case of threats or nuclear warfare), or other governmental bases, even stuff like military silos and the like.

but it's basic warfare fighting to not post the places you intend on bombing, to catch the enemy offguard. it's why the us nukes on hiroshima and nagasaki were so effective. it's why pearl harbor was effective to the us.

so if someone posts a list of places iran will bomb, please know they're fearmongering and lying

[grosslyoversimplifiedpolitics]

[ID: Screenshot of an AO3 tag that reads, "World War III, War, funzies" /End ID]

[jy3-1]

You know how in Star Trek, everyone is fans of works that were public domain at the time the show was produced? Of course, out of universe, this is because that's what CBS/Paramount had access to. But in-universe?

One of the main factors in whether a work survives to the present is how likely people were to make copies of it: something with a single copy can be lost to accident or censorship or just regular decay, but something with thousands of copies across the known world is much harder to lose. This is why, for example, the Bible and the works of Aristotle survived, but other things, many of them more recent, didn't.

And what's been true in Star Trek since TOS? There's a series of major disasters, World War III (which might or might not also be the Eugenics Wars) and the resulting Post-Atomic Horror, in the near-mid future from when the series was produced. These are the sorts of events that get digital media wiped in EMPs and books or film stock burned for fuel.

And which works are most likely to be copied between an episode airing and the Event's date as of that episode? Those generally recognized as being of high quality, and with no legal or technological restrictions on copying them. In other words, public-domain classics.

[brotherless-behavior]

Test of the Twins: we fucked up the chronology and accidentally added another two years

1987 sourcebooks: we fixed the chronology and removed those two years

The 2003 sourcebook Dragonlance Campaign Setting: we fixed the chronology.... by adding two years into the War of the Lance