the hero pays the price.

look, i didn't want to be a half blood.

[titanswar-a]

#TITANSWAR.   a low activity + selective multimuse for canon and original characters of the heroes of olympus series. based entirely off the books, with absolutely no influence from the mistakes that were the movies. if you have not read the books, spoilers will be present. 18+ preferred, due to triggering themes. by lex, 24, she/her.  personals do not interact.

CURRENTLY RE-READING:   the dark prophecy.

carrd.   pinterest coming soon.   mobile roster.

[manslaught-a]

you did some bad things, but i'm the worst of them. ind. pjo-based daughter of aphrodite, by lex.

[titanswar-a]

@herofell

[titanswar-a]

whatever I’m bringing ace back tonight

[titanswar-a]

why do I miss ace

[titanswar-a]

thinking about how mikayla is Too Much and 90% of it has to do with the fact she was forced to be small for the first 14 years of her life and quiet herself and Not be noticed so now she WILL speak her mind, even though everything on her mind is horrible

[titanswar-a]

sorry for being so inactive (as if I’ve ever been truly active) but I’ve been depressed and also got a puppy so :) once my life has calmed down / I have more energy I’ll be back

[survivedsarchived]

“how about you stay there.” his voice is flat, but silas' eyes are hard with contempt— brimming with annoyance, and, to a smaller degree, worry. his nose healed nicely — no more crooked than it had already been — but something within him whispers it could've been worse. maybe it still can be. she's unpredictable. “the fuck are you doing here?” @titanswar

[titanswar-a]

the order would have enraged her if not for the humor she found in it instead, fortunately for him. “ what, are you scared? ” mikayla doesn't bother hiding the ridicule in her tone, though she knows she gave him reason to be. she takes pride in it, being someone worth fearing, rather than the one afraid. (but then there's the part of her that is afraid of him, afraid of what he knows. what she punched him for in the first place.) she tilts her head to the side, waves of her hair falling across her shoulder. “ you should thank me. most people have to pay for a nose job — i gave you yours for free. looks straighter. ” it doesn't, but she just likes to remind him that she broke it, that she'll do it again, no hesitation.

“ chiron says i can't attack the campers so i'm looking for monsters instead. ” it's the only way she knows how to relieve the burning anger that flickers inside her chest. but with silas around, the monsters might be safe. “ what are you doing? trying to out the wildlife, too? ”

[idontusethisblogthanks-deactiva]

You‘re annoying

I’m hot as fuck so it doesn’t even matter

[survivedsarchived]

“you know, there's actually a lot to do around here.” over the years, jay's become the unintended 'welcoming party', as adrian teasingly calls them — a little embarrassing, in the beginning, but they've come to accept it now. he's noticed how mikayla's kept to herself since her arrival, and he knows she could very well prefer her own company (she'd be far from alone in that; jay can't comprehend it, but respects it regardless). on the chance she isn't, though... they slide into the seat beside her, an athlete's grace, extending a warm smile.

“some of the professors are doing classes again. there's a soccer team, basketball, volleyball — indoors, if that matters to you — a drama club, too, but they're on a shakespeare kick. it's getting a little exhausting.” she's not easy to read, so it isn't easy to narrow down options. “—but... maybe there's something else you like...?” + @titanswar

[titanswar-a]

it's not a feeling she's gotten used to, the homesickness. when she'd left oakland behind at fourteen, there was no longing to go back, no missing what she once had— but that's probably because there was nothing worth missing. camp was different. even if she wouldn't stay every night, she knew she had a home, somewhere she belonged. the university reminds her a little of camp half-blood, makes her remember her first days, back when she was unsure of herself, skin peppered with bruises in the shape of her father's hands, no sense of belonging.

mikayla props her chin in her hand, gaze almost bored, disinterested. it has nothing to do with them and everything to do with masking her realization that this is likely the closest she'll ever be to even attending a school past eighth grade. it's hilarious, in a way, that the only reason she's forced into the normalcy of mortals is because nothing in the world is normal. she's not sure what she likes, what classes she'd like to take, what sports she would participate in, when so much of her life has revolved around not dying.

“ there's combat training, right? ” mikayla already knows the answer, because it's just about the only thing she's looked forward to— her normalcy. make yourself useful, chiron had said before sending all of the campers off. she'd had her doubts, knowing how selfish she could be, how the heroics were for her half-sister, not her, but she could train with her eyes closed. this was as useful as she could get. “ and you're an instructor? are they looking for any more? ”

[titanswar-a]

might fuck around and give mikayla her own blog again because she’s the only one I have consistent muse for

[linabaylor]

@fandomaestheticnet:valentines day event » week 4: agape » Percy x Annabeth

Annabeth’s voice caught on the word friend. Percy was a lot more than that. Even boyfriend really didn’t cover it. They’d been through so much together, at this point Percy was part of her–a sometimes annoying part, sure, but definitely a part she could not live without.

[titanswar-a]

how do you need to be touched?   for mikayla desousa.

cautiously.   your teeth are bared, as they have been, your jaw aching for so long as growls slip free. you always have to defend yourself. you lash out in fear. you need someone who does not shrink back... a hand falling slowly to your shoulder, however briefly, in a reminder that you do not have to lunge. there is no danger here, now.

[titanswar-a]

@stygicniron said:  it sounds like you made it up.

‘‘  hey!  making things up is what geniuses do, thank you.  it’s called inventing.  ’’   the valdezinator almost immediately comes to mind, though leo doesn’t have the time to go into that, nor does he think nico would actually care to listen. he rests his hands on his hips, unintentionally smearing machine oil onto his shirt, but does it really matter when leo’s always covered in some sort of grease? he decides the answer is no.  ‘‘  but yes. i made it up. it would be pretty cool, though, if i hadn’t thought about it only, like —  what?  ten seconds ago? ’’  leo glances up at the mouth of the twenty-feet-deep hole they’d landed themselves in,  wishing that the pickup tool he’d fished out of his tool belt could transform into a grappling hook, batman style, but alas, all it was good for was fishing fallen bolts out of engines.  no help here.   ‘‘  can’t you do that weird hades teleporting thing you do?  with me, preferably?  ’’  

[titanswar-a]

parabathai​.

ˣ 𝐈.        —ACTION MEMES,       CLOSED.      ANNABETH CHASE,

somedays his sleeping body can’t tell camp apart from his apartment bedroom in manhattan. on the days that he can’t, his hand clenches and releases like he’s still holding on the hilt of a very pointy sword, less from the possibility of an attack and more from the inevitability of one. in his dreams the land was molten smoke, and a hundred different hands that came at him like blurred photographs; there were the dead, who he couldn’t stop looking in the eye, and there were the living, who he wished he’d have the guts to let go of.

but that seemed to be when the whole of him would decide, it was a great idea to hold on. to drag the name and face he loved in the eye of that horrible storm, and wonder how they got here in the first place. tartarus cracks open beneath their feet; percy doesn’t shout anymore, only lets his muscles grow heavy with lead, feels the despair crawl up like bad heartburn.

| NIGHTMARE :ANNABETH COMFORTS PERCY AFTER A NIGHTMARE.

when he wakes, there’s only the dark of the ceiling— then he realises it was her hair, curling wisps stuck to her jaw where it pressed into his head. he hadn’t shouted, but @titanswar had heard him screaming like she was there in the terror with him. when he moved he felt his shirt soaked through with cold sweat, what he’d mistaken for blood, and when his ripped up gasps muffled into her collar, percy thought the earth might stitch itself back over them. that they would be trapped there, forever, alive and never dying in the dirt.

❛   you have to leave,   ❜  which he managed to say without choking up, sobbing, or any other embarrassing variation of hysterics in her arms. this was said with a critical calm, body trembling where she held him— the invisible sword was in his hand after all, clenching, releasing from muscle memory. ❛   before it comes back, before it … i’m right here.   ❜ 

why is it that even when they’re not at war, it seems impossible to find peace?  or rather, it seems impossible to accept peace. annabeth knows the answer, of course, no stranger to the subject of post traumatic stress, but even still, haven’t they earned just one peaceful night’s rest? for as long as she’s remembered, sleep had only meant one of two things— nightmares, or blissful nothing. no dreams meant no visions, no visions meant no fear, and that is about as close as a demigod could come to solace. she knows which one percy is having, woken up from his trepidation as if it were her own. it doesn’t bother her, no matter how often it happens. after all, she’s lost track of how many times she’s awoken him from slumber, simply because the feeling of her hair brushing against her own skin resembled too closely to the legs of a spider, flinching so hard she’d become his own personal alarm clock. 

you have to leave, he says, and if she weren’t so focused on comforting him, she might have laughed. as if leaving him was ever an option she would choose willingly. leaving him had only ever ended in chaos. she leaves him with the telkhines, he sets off a volcano and vanishes for two weeks. she parts ways to her own cabin for the night, he disappears for half a year. she ventures on her own for a solo quest she never asked for, they’re reunited in tartarus. as if she would ever leave him again.  ‘‘  not happening.  ’’   annabeth shakes her head, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

one of her hands moves down in search of his own, unclenching his fist and intertwining their fingers, hoping to remind him that he doesn’t need to fight. not here, not now. never again, if only she could get her way, but she knows the wish isn’t realistic. they would always have to fight, it feels like most days. annabeth remembers the night she met him, when she hovered over him at the infirmary at just twelve years old, spoon-feeding him ambrosia, hoping he would be the subject of the great prophecy, the hero the camp was waiting for— now, she would give anything to simply be percy and annabeth, not greek heroes.

‘‘  i’m right here. we’re home.  ’’  she knows where he had been, knows all too well they have night terrors of the same place, that they likely will for the rest of their lives. annabeth pulls back just enough to brush the hair that had matted to his forehead in cold sweat.  ‘‘  we’re safe.  ’’   for now, which is the best that people like them could hope for.  ‘‘  you’re okay, seaweed brain.  ’’

[mcflymemes]

MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS *  collection #1

if you’re looking for something specific, i might be able to help.

it’s not as easy as people think.

what on earth are you doing here?

i could point you in the right direction.

feel like grabbing dinner?

is that the answer you wanted?

fortunately i don’t mind a smushed cake, so long as it still tastes like cake.

feels like you might be lying.

you’re alive. you listened to me.

i don’t agree with what you said back there.

i like you too much to hurt a single hair on your head.

we should have gone the other way.

we’re a team. we’re in this together.

we can sneak out the back.

i should have listened to you.

i couldn’t have done this without you.

are you implying we have more than one killer on the loose?

you don’t look startled to see a dead body.

can’t promise i won’t bash his face in.

i want to hear all about your adventures.

thank god you said yes to getting food.

was that supposed to make things better?

i’ll let you sleep after this. you can rest.

i’m so happy to see you, but i take it something went terribly wrong if you’re here.

am i the only thrilling part of your life?

sorry if this hurts.

i thought you were going for a swim.

you have come into my life when i needed you most.

you should probably clean yourself up a bit.

are you asking if i’m lucky in love?

i’d like to hear your truth.

we should talk to them.

perfectly all right if you’d rather not talk about it.

i’ll deal with my heartbreak later.

you seem totally unaffected by my misery… and, honestly, good for you.

some find that ridiculously annoying.

notice how no one gives a damn.

it makes me very happy to hear that.

you’re the smart one here, after all.

if you’re not eager for company, i understand.

how angry will you be if i insist on carrying you?

it’s okay to lean on a friend at a time like this.

you are glowing in this light.

it’s not your first time, either, huh.

maybe there’s hope for you yet.

do you remember what it was like?

would you dance with me? i promise not to step on your toes.

do i look okay? not too bloody or beaten?

i think i’m gonna be sick.

you’re easy to love.

don’t you look lovely.

you are so very lucky i love you so.

i recommend everything on the menu.

this sounds worse than i thought.

we deserve the opposite of pain.

i can get you to safety.

some fresh air might be nice.

of course you’re on the top floor.

humor me. what are you drinking?

did we lose them?

i can be pretty intimidating.

where did you learn how to do this so well?

you can save my ass again, right?

how much did you see?

can’t believe we’ve got the whole place to ourselves.

you need to be quick if you want to save their life.

if you were out causing problems, there’s no judgement.

i’m good at keeping secrets! i’ll shut my mouth!

does any of that make sense?

i can’t do this. i can’t let you go.

you look like the mysteries of the universe have sustained you.

you have to promise me you won’t give up on that dream of yours.

you’ve got really bad timing.

they’ll expect you downstairs soon.

are you all right? you just look… off.

i never understood people who don’t take you seriously from the start.

you should probably call the police.

let’s bug his office.

what am i supposed to do without you?

i think i enjoy your company too much to actually kill you.

it sounds like you made it up.

[titanswar-a]

daylighter​.

YOU’RE FURTHER GONE THAN ME.   —𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 :   ＊  𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

@titanswar had been beside him when she had said it quietly, though it was not immediately clear if she spoke in critique or morbid envy. a look over his shoulder and their eyes met, never budging, never flickering for anything lower than this exchange. ❛ if that’s the way to put it. ❜ what might have been a transgression to others, a violation of truth and what manner of oath keeping, appeared to him a straightforward business.

the marks against his skin dotted like black ink were less a virtuous tool to binding promises, to holding noble cause together in agreement without deceit, and more a conniving system of maintaining his hold on favours, eyes, hands and souls — it didn’t hurt to guise it like gold, something holy and reliable. shining things were often easier to trust. what did it matter, in the end ?

❛ an eye for an eye, and two hands. i don’t have time for less. ❜ the satyr before them had shuddered and stepped away, gawking at the ribbon of runes now blooming to life over their wrist. a favour for a favour had turned into a sentence, a binding the satyr could not escape or repay, nor speak against even as they tried, defeated by circumstance. when he looks back at her, his hands were a map of the same inked runes. ❛ do you feel pity for them? ❜

is she really any better than him, if she’s being honest with herself?  it’s hard to say, not only because of her blinding hubris, but because she’s not even entirely sure how she feels about the situation unraveling before her. she’s not completely corrupt, can still mostly recognize right from wrong— but she’s not good, either. mikayla knows this much about herself, knows she’ll do nearly anything in her best interest, because nobody else had ever cared to do that for her. the only true moral standard she has for herself is this: be better than your father.

it’s not hard when the bar’s set as low as tartarus.

the look on her face could easily be taken for apathy, though mikayla wouldn’t quite call it that. perhaps a part of her does pity the satyr, but mostly, she’s just glad she’s not in their shoes. that’s where the true fault in her moral compass lies; it’s hard to bring herself to care if she’s not impacted.

“ i don’t know. should i? ”  she looks between ken and the satyr, brows beginning to furrow.  “ what did you even do? ”  because until she understands what’s happening, she can’t decide how she feels, though deep down, she knows she might be envious of kenneth, because despite having the capability of taking away someone’s freewill with her charmspeak, it’s not nearly as intimidating when most of the time, people aren’t even aware she’s doing it. as if she needs to give people any more reason to fear her.  “ besides get matching tattoos. ”