#I wanted to include something to test it out

[taebaelee]

Posted this on a small subreddit, but wanted to post here as well. For the new game, while part of me enjoyed playing some of it, I do really think it's such a disservice to be able to really call it a Dragon Age game when the writers stripped away any nuances by trying to make everything black or white; everything feels very basic and borderline cartoonish at points.

Anything morally gray is non-existent and you have no real influence in the game. No matter what you do, you are forced as the player to play a super friendly (or chaotic-good) at best protagonist with no opinions on the world of Thedas. This is what makes this not feel like a Dragon Age game to me.

This isn't super long, but there are spoilers under the cut as to why I feel this way. I do speak very critically about the new game, so please do not read if you think it may offend you as that is not my intention; this is more of a therapeutic rant for me and fellow DA lovers who feel disappointed about the writing.

While people can argue on how the previous games handle the situations involving anti/pro mages, templars, elves, the chantry, etc-- you can't even talk/argue about literally ANYTHING in the world with anyone as these ideas simply do not exist in the game OR are introduced but with a narrative already framed around it by the writers ideals.

- Factions/groups you work with are too virtuous. We could have had such deep and complex dynamics with the factions and how their backgrounds change your relationship with the characters in the world, or how the party members interacted with each other. Instead, none of it really matters as the game sanitizes the world around the groups to make the party members and factions palatable to the masses. A literal criminal organization, the Threads, is shown in a more positive light because while they commit other crimes, they don't deal in slavery? The Lords of Fortune (who are mainly mercenaries) would return cultural artifacts to the ethnic group they belong to-- they loot and steal, but are morally conscious enough to not steal from other cultures? The Antivan Crows who canonly bought and enslaved children, who made said children prove themselves through gruesome tests that sometimes included killing their own peers, are now played out like they're justice fighters. The the closet the game gets to showing any of the truth is small party banter you may miss with Lucanis saying his training was like torture, but it is to never be discussed again.

- The characters all get along way too well. Rook can't ask a character's opinion on the other factions, races, classes, religions, etc-- let alone reply back with their own thoughts that may go against the members views as we don’t really even get to see their opinions on them. Whenever the disapproval bubble pops up, which it rarely does, it does not change anything and it is not brought up again. There seems to be no consequences with your party members based on your choices, which makes the characters likeness towards you feel unearned as they seem to have no agency of their own. In DAI, if Cassandra has low approval then you can get a scene where you call her pathetic as she's stumbling over drunk and yells at you for ‘coddling mages’ or in high approval she can have a scene where she says something along the line 'while she doesn’t agree with everything you have done, she admires you.’ or in DAO Zevran can either betray you and go back with Taliesen/Crows or he can tell Taliesen he is not going back. Even something as small as the characters greetings change based on approval status when you visit them at skyhold. There are tons of examples I could give from previous games, but not a single cut scene seems to change with your companions outside of the final decision you make for them at the end of their companion quests. And to add on top of this, the party members all get along perfectly. If they disagree it is quickly resolved and moved on. Where are my Fenris and Anders fights or Vivienne and Solas sassy quips towards one another?

- No religious themes in the new game feels so out of place as this game literally changes the fundamentals of religious beliefs in the world of Thedas and could cause for a complete uproar with those that believe in the Maker and Chantry. The first game opens with an excerpt from the Chant of Light explaining the origins of the Blight and the Chantrys version of the truth and the whole mage/templar battle which is such a major theme (especially in DA2) in this series is due to the Chantry and this new info shows that the Chantry is wrong (or partially) and this can actually be completely missed behind a side-quest? Also, are we supposed to believe that all the Dalish just know Solas is better than Elgar'nan now? Strife say something along the lines that while Solas may be a bastard he is better than the other Evunaris" WHEN WAS THIS ESTABLISHED? Solas directly talks about how when he tried to tell the Dalish his identity they either didn't believe him or attacked him for being the God of Lies and Trickery. Yes, it has been a few years, and more may know the truth now... but how many as according to the old games the Dalish WORSHIPPED the ground Elgar'nan walked. If so many like Solas now from knowing the truth suddenly, where are all the followers for the Dreadwolf? Not only do we not have any missions regarding the agents of Fen'harel, we don't run into any at all.

- This sounds bad out of context, but where is the slavery/racism? I know a lot of people wanted them to tone some of it down, but for it to be completely removed just does no feel right when Tevinter is canonly known to be the worst place for slavery when it is openly practiced and legal... Also, playing as an elf feels very out of place during an undercover quest with the Venatori, but they already had them working for Elgar'nan which doesn't really add up either; so I guess they are just fine with Evles now after thousands of years...

- None of the previous games matter. While fundamentally, each game has their own story, I liked seeing the cameos of characters reflect past choices. One, of many examples, would be that we got to see Alistair either become a drunk in DA2 and forgotten by the narrative; or have him become a King or Grey Warden in DAI where you can even ask him about the Hero of Ferelden and his answers are different depending on how you played the game! Now we have some characters return but as a blank slate as the writers did not want to invalidate previous choices, but essentially let the characters' cameos fall flat because of this. What is the point of a character returning if they don’t reflect the character I know and helped them become what they are today through my choices?

I know I have a lot of negatives even when I said I liked part of the game, but it is a huge disappointment as the reasons above are what made me LOVE the series with it being so enriched with its environment and now it feels like a hollow shell of itself.

[rottenherbs]

Trouble In the Library // D.M x reader

word count: 1.3k

Summary: You liked helping your friends with their class work, but Draco saw it differently. (Fluff / slight angst / crying)

Authors note: I wrote this at work lmaooo so apologies if it’s not fleshed out. Working in grocery the week of Thanksgiving is disgusting. Send me ur prayers.

[masterlist]

// REQUESTS OPEN //

Much love, Saige

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You hated being called ditzy. You weren’t ditzy, you actually were acutely aware of your surroundings at all times. You swore people despise you for your optimism and positive outlook despite being placed in Slytherin. You hated automatically seeing the dark side of things and the generic snobbiness your housemates had. You understood what you were in control of and you used that to your advantage. Draco secretly loved you for it. He felt consistently tested, surrounded by negativity and horrors no matter where he went. He was constantly battling his own mental health and the general wizard in public at any time. His image was on the line.

Sometimes it felt like yours too now that you hung out together. You didn’t exactly fit into the popular group but you were invited to sit and mingle every once in a while. Draco was cautious about his advancements towards friendship with you, wanting to keep his quiet power forthcoming; but he liked how you were unapologetically yourself. Behind closed doors he thought of you fondly. Wondering how you could be around so many assholes all day, him included without blowing your top. He didn’t want to make you upset but he wondered what it took.

He wouldn’t admit it, but he felt protective over you around the others. What he didn’t like was how other people treated you. Not only for being associated with him, but he began to notice how people would use your kindness against you. You weren’t really ever bothered by it, but Draco had an outsider point of view. He could see they weren’t actually being your friends. For a while he let it go, trying to be unwavering. After a little while, he became suspicious of his posé and they’re use of you.

-

“Wait, you’re not in transfiguration this term?” Draco whispered learning over your shoulder. He noticed your hands scribbling down notes on parchment. You just furrowed your eyebrows trying to focus not looking back.

“Of course I’m not. This is for Pansy.” You whispered back.

You were in the library, attempting to use any last bit of school to be productive. Christmas break was around the corner and everyone was cramming or writing for their finals. Draco surprised you with his presence, but he usually found himself meddling with whatever you were doing.

Draco sighed quietly behind you, taking a seat next to you. You looked up at him, halting your hands from writing.

“Pansy huh.” He mumbled. He sat back lazily in the chair, his legs outstretched.

“What’s wrong?” You looked at him inquisitively, worried he had something on his mind that was bothering him. He just shook his head smilled lightly at you. He didn’t want to make a fuss, especially not in the library of all places. He made note to ask about it later, but you persisted.

“Come on-“ you smirked “I’m an academic.” you lifted your shoulders smiling at him jokingly. He chuckled, taking a breath in. He supposed now was a better time than any.

“I know, you’re incredibly smart. I just wonder if Pansy could do her own work.” He reached across the table scooting the parchment in front of himself to read. It wasnt just class notes, it was an essay. The final essay for advanced transfiguration; Pansy’s name scribbled on the top right corner.

“Well Pansy is my friend” You whispered. “She just asked for a little help. That’s all.” You grabbed it back taking another look at it.

You thought about it after a second. She was your friend. Right? She hung around you and Draco a lot; always around.

You sat back in the chair, laying your hands in your lap. You thought she was. She wouldn’t force you to do anything. She asked you fair and square, you could’ve said no. Right?

“Y/n.” He begins to notice your face change. Your demeanor more tense, your eyes looking around the library as if to find Pansy amongst the students.

“I must be wrong. I’m sorry for overstepping -“ Draco started

You soon started to recall when Pansy would approach you in the hallway. She was always surrounded by others, her questions quick and one sided. You always asked her how she was and she would brush it off, getting right to the assignment she “needed help on”. Not just Pansy, but your own housemates, strangers, anyone. You thought you were just reliable. A good friend? You didn’t understand.

You were soon embarrassed, how could you not see? You looked at Draco, his eyes empathetic. You looked at him, a small scowl on your face, pushing back the lump swelling in your throat.

“It’s fine. It’s none of your business anyway.” You begin to roll up the parchment, shoving it in your bag. Wasn’t Pansy his friend too? What was he trying to imply?

“I was just trying to be nice.” You whispered, clasping your bag shut, shoving it over your shoulder. Draco sat up in his chair now noticing how upset you were. “There’s nothing wrong with that” you choked.

“They were clearly taking advantage of that!” He finally stood grabbing your shoulder. You stood face to face, your cheeks red from embarrassment but also his touch. It sent flames through your body but your mind was too occupied to focus on it. He was close enough to smell the fabric softener on his uniform. A small mole on his jaw you’ve never noticed before.

“Since when do you care so much!” You whisper back. You knew that was rude to say, your own emotions boiling over. Draco’s grip on your shoulder tightened holding you where you were. A single tear fell from your eyes, releasing the floodgates. Draco sighed pulling you into his arms. You both stood in the library, his arms enveloping you, muffling your cries as you let it all out. You kept your arms to your side, too afraid to hug him back.

“I just want to look out for you.” He whispers into your ear. You say nothing, just crying into his chest. It was true. You were ditzy and unaware. No matter how kind you tried to be, how different of a slytherin you wanted to be, you were naive. Draco was tense, but his chest was comforting, the sound of his heart beating against your ear.

You felt yourself relax after a minute, the tears running dry. You slowly wrapped your arms around his torso hiccuping slightly trying to catch your breath. You could feel his heart speed at your touch. It ran rampant but his body language wouldn’t have revealed it to you if you didn’t have your head on his chest. He didn’t say a word, worried it would end the moment between you two. He laid his chin on the top of your head holding you tighter as you grip his shirt.

You don’t dare move. Both of you are afraid of the other's actions. Something changed between you two after today. Did Draco feel the same about you? Was it naive to think that? You were too confused in your own feelings to make clear of anything already upset from misreading the relationships of your so-called friends.

But Draco did feel the same. He relished in the feeling of your hair tickling his chin. He loved how short you were, fitting into his arms like a puzzle piece. He loved how different you were from him, the idea of him softening up because of you was welcoming. He wished he could hold you daily, not just to comfort you in times of pain.

“You don’t need to do their work anymore. And if they give you trouble I’ll be there. You can promise that.” He whispered. You swear you felt like you could fly. Only time would tell if his words rein true.

[cutecowthing]

First Contact

[18+ only, reader is gender neutral, includes TF elements]

Finally, you were done. You had finished moving all your earthly possessions into your new home. There were still several unopened boxes left to go through, but those could wait. All you wanted to do now was rest.

As soon as you laid your head on the pillow, you were asleep. It was near instantaneous: one moment you were in your bed, and the next you were dreaming. You were absolutely exhausted, after all.

Your dream was strangely vivid. You found yourself inside of what looked like a spaceship. You were on your hands and knees, surrounded on all sides by a wooden paddock. It was small compared to the vastness of the ship, but it was comfortable.

In front of you was an alien. You couldn't tell where its eyes were--or if it had any in the first place-- but you knew it was staring at you.

"Sorry about that." The noises it made didn't sound like any language you knew, but you understood it anyway.

"We come in peace." It explained. "We're scientists, you see. We came to your planet to run some experiments on bos taurus-- the animal you call 'cows'. The ship flagged you as a cow and brought you up here."

You sleepily looked down at your white tank top and black shorts. Dream logic at its finest.

"But now that you're here, would you mind helping us out?" It inquired. "You'll be returned to your bed once the testing has finished, of course."

"Okay." You yawned.

"Great!" It replied. "Just relax. This won't hurt a bit."

The alien grabbed a few utensils off of a table near the paddock and stepped inside. You were a little shocked when it suddenly took your shirt off and affixed two pumps to your nipples. The glass tubes were cold against your bare skin.

The alien stepped out of the paddock and pressed a button on a remote, causing the pumps to tug against your chest. Slowly, forcefully, rhythmically. One, then the other.

Back and forth it went. It felt like the machine was trying to extract your very essence out of your nipples.

It wasn't long until the milk started to flow. You let out a soft groan as it spurted into the pumps, watching with a mix of nervousness and excitement as the liquid traveled down a tube and into a bottle. Your brain was all hazy and sleepy and your body felt like molasses. The alien looked like it was writing something down.

Then you started to feel an odd sensation. It was a dull ache, reminiscent of growing pains. Something else was happening to you.

Did you always have big boobs?

That didn't sound right, but you glanced downwards and there they were, supple and full. They jiggled in time with the pumps as more milk began to flow from you.

"Oh dear." The alien said.

"Huh?" You were confused. But you knew one thing: you felt good.

"It appears that there have been some... er, complications caused by the ship's technology." It explained, watching you curiously. "Simply put, when you were beamed up, your DNA got a little mixed up with some cow DNA."

It prodded at your head with a spare appendage. "You've grown horns."

It said that like it was abnormal. Cows have horns, so you obviously had to have them too.

You wanted to say something in response but the only thing that came out of your mouth was a long, low "moo". A few other aliens on the ship even momentarily turned to look at the sudden noise.

"Hmm." The alien said. "Well, I think that concludes our testing. You should return to normal in six months as your cells repair your DNA. Thank you for your assistance."

You let out another "moo". You had a hard time comprehending what it was saying to you. Between the tantalizing heaviness of your new tits and the milk being coaxed from your body you had a hard time focusing on its words.

It reached over the fence to take the pumps off and handed your shirt back to you. You sleepily tried to put it on again but there was no point as it clearly didn't fit anymore. Not like there was a point in it anyway-- you'd wake up any minute now, comfortable in your bed and ready to face the day.

In the span of a few seconds, you found yourself laying completely straight in your bed as if someone had laid you down there. You were exhausted mentally and physically. It was difficult to even open your eyes. Sunlight was beaming onto your face from the open window.

When you flopped over onto your side to hopefully get a little more sleep, you realized that last night wasn't just a dream. Your body really had changed.

You whined and started massaging your aching breasts. You just couldn't help yourself.

Cows are meant to be milked, after all.

[a-hazbin-spider]

Others are often so disappointed when he brings ‘boring’ life into things. Including interests of his, or- even Cherri had been less eager to hang out when he’d taken sobriety with more sincerity. He’d worried about telling anything like that for good reason. His whole persona he’d built was to sell others a good time and keep himself simple. This..? Nobody wanted this. Well, not until recent it would seem. He’s messy, complicated in all the most irritating ways. And had too much knowledge on sea life to be typical. But he thinks that’s a plus. Either way, his imagery isn’t one people tend to put in such wholesome scenarios.

Alastor’s comfort, his trust in the moment hadn’t been taken for granted. With Angel not liking his dirty laundry aired (which Al very well could Air something if he’d like) and finding a sense of peace in this for himself, he wouldn’t dream of letting a moment like this be blabbed about. Not that anyone would believe him even if he did. Intimacy like this was rare, and held a warmth to it that leaked pleasantly in his bones. He’s careful, testing any touch he’s unsure of. Clearly he knows what an unsung honor this is. At the same time, he finds that he’s benefitting from this too. More relaxed, comforted by the scent, and by the allowance to cuddle, to have a little tenderness.

When Alastor responds in kind to tell him that he’d died when he had, and how their lives had overlapped however shortly- it was oddly interesting to him. That and, he forgets sometimes, him being young like that, he never got to really age. And his position wasn’t great- he couldn’t help that he wonders sometimes what an average life would be. How glamorous even a civil kind of life could be.

“You got to be over thirty..! And ya got through tha’ crash, made it as an entertainer… that’s impressive. I’d lissen t’ more about that, if you’d let me.”

He sort of feels childish asking. But, normalcy- just about any kind one could think of, he can’t say he had insight. But, already Alastor made him remember not even his death was typical. How bout that.

“Mmh? Well, I dunno about that, I ain’t sure that nobody was too sad about it. One situation led to another, and next thing you know-”

One hand makes a vague ‘poof’-ing gesture. He would share if asked but… it is odd. Hearing someone talk about him like that. For someone who tries to laugh things off… this? Made his chest feel a little tight. Strange.

“I did everything I could, but it weren’t no surprise I ended up the way I did. Kinda wonder how long my body was buried in the snow before anyone found it.”

Angel feels a bit silly, telling him what is average outside of work. He’s sure he could find a tale or two- something for him. A brawl, helping Cherri out, fighting a vending machine- actually that last one was a lower moment for him, and the machine still kept his money for a baggie he didn’t get. Best leave that one out. But he really was, oddly enough. Kind of… boring. Not a thought he wanted to have. But one that held a little reality to it anyway.

Angel had every so often pet the hair- swiped it neatly aside, but other than that, he had practically started becoming a cushion for the stag. He’s bony, sure, but there’s a little softness to him, especially with his fur.

Not sure when it’d happened, the near cuddle he started, but he’d accidentally cozied up, a clicky rumble barely audible from his chest, and his cheek just hovering over Alastor’s shoulder, separated by his hand.

“Ah. Fat Nuggets was- I dunno what tha’ intention was but, Nuggs was… Val allowed me to have ‘em. I been raising my baby myself. I’m not sure where from, but I know tha’ poor thing tried to eat my pills pretty quick.” Not that Alastor asked for that much, oops. “Either way, born in a farm or not, glad I got someone so glad t’see me.”

Angel’s cheeks burn a little, but it was true, Fat Nuggets was the unconditional love that he wouldn’t ever take for granted. Might sound odd to others but he would die for that pig. Do whatever he could to keep Fat Nuggets safe and happy.

“Heh. Well. Y’got me there. When I died I guess it wasn’t very old. If’n I remember correct… if it was in… and I died in- yeah… I was bout twenty years old, I think. But I died in 1947. At least I’m pretty sure. Ain’t too far off from me, are ya? You probably died round my time, huh.”

[sparkinglove]

@shiningxfates

There was one fear that stuck with her since the battle ended. It wasn't over the recent rebuild of the Hazbin Hotel, or the new occupants staying with them. However, none of them were actual guests looking for redemption. With all they lost during the final battle with the exorcists, she couldn't blame anyone for losing interest in pursuing that right now. It would take time to prove their hotel was a safe haven for sinners, including from potential future angel attacks.

No, the only thing recently on her mind was Alastor.

Only a couple of days passed since the fight and despite the radio demon trying to stay hidden from everyone, something was off about him. His skin seemed a little more pale than usual, and his movements slower. It was such a subtle change that no one else seemed to pick up on the signs of it, but she did.

Okay, so maybe it was more of an obsession, really. Not with him specifically, but with everyone who fought by her side that day. She tended to watch each one of them closer, observing them for any hints that their health might be in jeopardy. She was thankful that none of them seemed to express any symptoms -- Angel, Husk, Vaggie, Niffty, her father or Cherri. All of them were fine.

Except, that was, for Alastor.

Her obsession grew. She tried to spend as much time as she could with him, using any excuse available to her at the time, no matter how miniscule they were. If they were enough to keep him in her sight a little bit longer, they were good enough. But, unfortunately, because it was Alastor, he tended to disappear at a moment's notice in the shadows, easily able to escape her pursuit.

Instead, she tried to think back to the battle. She remembered the moment Adam invaded the hotel, which was the first sign that something was wrong with him, and how that during the rest of the battle, no one saw Alastor again. It wasn't until the very end during the reconstruction that he materialized, acting completely normal. But that was impossible!

He had to of been hurt by Adam! It was the only explanation for how it went down. The moment played back over and over in her head, until it was all she could think about.

Why wouldn't Alastor simply come forward if he was hurt?! They were supposed to be friends! More than that, partners throughout the entire endeavor of the hotel. He supported her dreams since day one, even if they hadn't always been with the best intentions, but still, that meant they supported each other!

The thought of him suffering alone was enough to slowly drive her mad, to the point where she thought she'd genuinely start losing blond hair, whether by stress or ripping it out herself in frustration. It was what finally compelled her to march straight to his room and knock loudly on it. "Alastor? Are you in there?"

She paused briefly, wearing her bottom lip beneath her teeth as she made a decision. She had to be confident if she was going to find out the truth once and for all, force him to be honest with her, finally. So, without further preamble, she tried the doorknob to let herself inside. "I'm coming in!" was the only warning she offered.

[necrotic-nephilim]

in lieu of having posted any writing/headcanons/asks in the past few days because i have been *so* busy and unable to do anything fandom-related which is terrible and evil, i have a poll out of morbid curiosity and self-indulgence. i've been meaning to ramble here about how i feel about DC's lack fo Deaf representation and which Batfam members i would personally make Deaf, but i am mildly curious about the larger opinion and now i will subject you all to the question, i would love to hear thoughts/opinions/headcanons on any specific choices. (would love d/Deaf/HoH opinions esp but i'm mostly expecting this to reach the hearing crowd, so opinions from hearing ppl are ones i'm very curious about. if you've never given it thought before you are going to now or else /lh)

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i think about the whole "love that" exchange a lot.

[liesonthefloordramatically]

tired of having a gender at work; I don't want my colleagues to perceive me anymore

[danielnelsen]

so if you romance and ascend astarion you can kick him in the balls when he tries to turn you and it’s just very funny, he’s so pissy about it. so much for the most powerful vampire of all time or whatever, he stamps around like a toddler and then leaves forever

[klutzytomb]

with having had looked through some of my older posts I have unfortunately remembered that I have in the past unintentionally made false claims about myself

someone please kill me

[ombrathefurry]

More YT content when /lh

I’m working on like 4 things for YouTube right now and I have a spoof and short stress relief if you want that

[icewindandboringhorror]

A very interesting cloud formation!

[pluggedintosaverockandroll]

only passed 1 resit (out of 4) but that was to be expected

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than three drafts

Rebalanced my auto-battle cards, because it turns out my decks are way too weak to compete with them, and they don't really need to be strong anyway. Also made a MAJOR nerf to how lands work for the deck. Also reposting the other conspiracies (rules) because it's been a while and they're helpful as context

[fingertipsmp3]

Goddddd now that I know I have this problem with my eyes I can’t unsee (ha) it. I keep catching my eyes trying to unfocus and it’s soooo annoying to me. Can my glasses arrive soon please

[dreamstar-moonlight]

👆👆👆

The himbo, malewife, goofball -fication of percy jackson is such a crime by both the fans and riordan. It has made Mr not like percabeth as a couple because in all posts and in later books annabeth is such a girlboss, while Percy's dumb and can't fight his way out of a paperbag without her. All the posts are about how annabeth will be an architect and percy would love to be a trophy husband.

Even the humor in the books went from Percy's sharp wit and snark to 'my pancakes can't drown because I'm a son of poseidon.'

And now this recommendation letter bullshit.

Honestly now I'd wish percy just separated from annabeth (but they remain best friends.) He stays home with his family, becomes a camp counselor, helps young demigods, holds God's accountable and eventually becomes a social activist. (I also dislike him doing something marine biology related. It's clear he hates academics but he always wants to help people. Him helping demigods and mortals is such a wholesome profession for him.)

I fully agree with the first half of this, though I slightly disagree with part of the latter.

The later-series and fanon mischaracterization of Percy is at least a solid 50% ableism minimum, full stop. He's being warped into a very stereotyped ADHD character and the exact reason why he's being characterized as "dumb" is because of ableism. Percy is a very intelligent character! That's exactly why he's so in sync with Annabeth and they're such a strong duo! It's just generally Annabeth is more book/academically smart.

I disagree with where you say he hates academics - because that's one of the common misconceptions about his character. Percy doesn't hate learning or academic subjects! He's not even bad at them! We know explicitly that when he is in an accommodating environment he is interested in learning and gets significantly better grades! Percy only dislikes school because it is generally an environment that systematically he struggles with. It's literally just he has a learning disability (two, actually)! That's it! When his learning disability is accommodated for he does well! It's almost like that's what accommodations are all about! We know this from the first series! It's discussed pretty in-depth! Percy isn't a dumb character and he doesn't hate learning, he's just been let down by school systems so much that he's inherently distrustful of them. If they actually accommodate him though then he does just fine!

And that's exactly what CHB was all about and why New Rome University was supposed to be such a big thing for him! CHB is a learning environment geared for demigods. NRU is a demigod college. Both inherently imply an environment meant to cater to and accommodate students with ADHD and dyslexia! They are both systematically structured to be able to accommodate him! Heck, CHB and CJ even both address in the wider themes of the series a metaphor about how ADHD and dyslexia are commonly seen as childhood disabilities, and how it can be more difficult to find accommodations into adulthood because of that attitude but those disabilities don't just go away - that's why CHB is a summer camp but they talk about how demigods outside of CHB don't often fare well. The metaphor there is those who are not getting help or accommodations are struggling. Because that's how that works! This is a fully intentional metaphor from the first series! CHB is never framed as being perfect for demigods, because one of the entire central conflicts of the series is Percy and Luke going back and forth about this flawed system meant to help and support them but still letting people fall through the cracks. The "claim your kids by 13" thing is a metaphor about how acknowledging a child's disabilities (and possibly getting a diagnosis) earlier/as early as possible means they will have more time to learn and build up resources and support for themselves to be able to use later in life. One of CHB's major flaws is that it can accommodate demigods to a certain point, but it can only do so much before those demigods have to leave (the metaphor being accommodating school systems when those disabled students do not have any other forms of accommodations in their lives.)

And that's why Camp Jupiter was framed as being so revolutionary for Percy because it had an environment acknowledging that this is not just a childhood disability, adults with ADHD/dyslexia exist too and still need and deserve accommodations, AND is a place where those accommodations are available. That's why Camp Jupiter and NRU are treated as such special and important things to Percy, because it's essentially Percy being shown this type of thing can and does exist and it is available to him. It is an option he never thought was possible. Percy never thought he'd be able to go to college because he would not be able to go through school without accommodations, but NRU proves otherwise.

The part that's absolutely stupid is Rick then proceeded to retcon NRU so that apparently it's not a full college and Percy still has to take classes at normal mortal college which DEFEATS THE ENTIRE PURPOSE OF NRU EXISTING. Rick has fully retconned that demigods struggle past the ages of 16-18 when they're on their own (see above elaborated metaphors) and in doing so we have fully killed all symbolism in literally all of that. It's so stupid. And by having the plot of the CoTG trilogy entirely be that Percy is not actually allowed access to NRU in the first place because he is a son of Poseidon and has to do extra to even be accepted is stupid!

All that to say, I agree the marine biology feels like a huge cop-out and a disservice to his character by reducing him to just a son of Poseidon. The literal only reason why it's the default option people take for him is because oh, fish thing, fish guy. But I feel like everyone ignores the really obvious answer for what Percy would want to do which is - writing. Both his parents are writers/authors and he clearly admires that about them. Percy likes telling stories! He canonically is already a published author in-universe! That's what the books ARE in-universe! The first series fully exists in their universe and Percy is the author! This is explicit canonical information! Percy canonically has help physically writing it down (accommodations) but he is still the credited author! Percy is a writer! Already! Canonically! Why are we making him a marine biologist he already has a profession that ties into his character significantly more. Like you said, Percy likes helping people. That's what the books in-universe are supposed to be for! It's point blank at the beginning of the series! Book one! The thing everybody quotes all the time! The books exist because it is Percy trying to give advice to other demigods who don't know what's going on yet! It's Percy's writing down his experiences to help new demigods understand and contextualize their experiences so they can understand themselves better and figure out what's going on - WHICH IN ITSELF IS ALSO A METAPHOR ABOUT ADHD/DYSLEXIA! Because the core of the series has and always will be built around ADHD/dyslexia! Percy as a protagonist EXPLICITLY was created so that ADHD/dyslexic kids could see themselves as a hero!

Sorry that all was a very tangential rant but my point being: Absolutely. Percy in newer stuff in the franchise and in fanon is horrifically mischaracterized in ways that are functionally either fully ableist (shoutout TSATS for just outright claiming Percy is intentionally lazy and skips school out of disinterest, which is like the number one ableist attitude towards kids with learning disabilities) or a complete erasure of Percy's disabilities. Also I think he should be a writing major not a marine biologist.