#does the Rick Riordan Fandom count?

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Hey! I wanted to start the pjo series, but there are also two movies, u already told me that I can watch the first season without having read the books but does this also count for the movies? Do I have to watch the movies before I watch the series? Sorry I’m asking so much I’m just confused but kinda wanna get into the fandom, I wanna know what’s so cool that whole tumblr is talking about it :>

helloooo :) oh gods i had almost forgotten the movies existed 😭😭😭 the thing is the movies are like. generally regarded by the fandom as bad. they barely stick to the plot and made alot of changes that were not only unnecessary but actively made things worse i feel. rick riordan himself has said that if he was trying to completely ruin the books he couldnt have done a better job than the script for the movies 😭 so like. you can watch them but just keep that in mind also if you do decide to watch them id probably reccomend reading the books first (and dont apologize for asking alot im happy to answer any questions you may have lol)

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my @pjo-equinox-solstice-exchange gift for @dragmewithyoutonirvana:

I am lost, but it's alright because i'm with you

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandoms:

Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types

The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan

Relationships:

Jason Grace/Piper McLean

Jason Grace/Leo Valdez

Jason Grace/Piper McLean/Leo Valdez

the last two aren't oficially stated

I just want y'all to know that they're there

Characters:

Piper McLean

Jason Grace

Leo Valdez

Thalia Grace (Percy Jackson)

Additional Tags:

Amnesiac Jason Grace

3+1 Things

Grace Siblings | Siblings Jason Grace and Thalia Grace

Summary:

Thalia did something, he didn’t think was even possible, she smiled more. The slightest glint of mischief sparkled in her eyes as she turned to Leo and asked: “Does he still chase birds?” Leo doubled over with laughter. “Nah. But I’m like, really sure he wants to. The amount of times I’ve seen him stare at random birds, like some ancient urge inside of him awoke, is insane!” “Dude!” Thalia was audibly laughing now too. “He actually ran into a glass door once, trying to catch one!” Jason was pretty sure he’d actually prefer if Lycaon came and ate him on the spot, than to have Thalia to continue that story. Still, seeing two of his favourite people so happy made him smile like a maniac.   3 times Jason didn't remember, and one time he did.

This piece was written for the pjo summer solstice exchange for @dragmetonirvana. They gave me the prompt "missing moment from tlh" Which Idk if this really counts, but I hope you'll like it anyways!

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I have some nice pjo recs for you (many crossovers bc I'm a sucker for those) :

the ship of theseus by zipadeea - i think one of the best pjo crossovers i've read (dcu/pjo) afaik it readable without having to read HoO. Absolutely heartwrenching.

the ship of theseus (14839 words) by zipadeea Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Batman (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), <a href="https://archiveofourown.org

Baby Blofis College Fund also by zipadeea: very funny

Baby Blofis College Fund (2908 words) by zipadeea Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Paul Blofis/Sally Jackson, Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson, Sally Jackson/Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson Characters: Sally Jackson (Percy Jackson), Paul Blofis, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Estelle Blofis Additional Tags: Humor, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Family Feels, Pregnancy Series: Part 3 of how to co-parent your reckless demigod 101 Summary:

Valerie calls her an hour later.

“Sally, what the hell?”

“That bad, huh?”

“Bad? Sally, it’s gold. I went from squirming in my seat to crying genuine tears. And that twist, making him a Greek god, it’s exactly what we’re looking for right now. How soon can you get me the next chapter?”

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In which Sally Jackson realizes by the time the new baby is eighteen, a semester of college will cost an arm and a leg. And those Fifty Shades of Grey books sure did make a lot of money.

glass figures by ahermioneh: epic marvel/pjo crossover that is partly responsible for me to actually get an ao3 account, deviates from pjo canon a lot but uses a lot of the world building

glass figures (211796 words) by ahermioneh Chapters: 36/36 Fandom: Marvel, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clint Barton & Percy Jackson, Percy Jackson & Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton & Percy Jackson & Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson Characters: Percy Jackson, Clint Barton, Sally Jackson, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Annabeth Chase, Jason Grace, Paul Blofis, Steve Rogers, Most of The Ensemble from Both Universes Appear Additional Tags: the timeline is screwed to hell, demigod powers kick in in their twenties, clint is so young, Like, vaguely, Phil Coulson: Ace Recruiter, Nat is honestly so suspicious, Not graphic depictions of violence, but also like possibly, Year by year, POV First Person, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon, percy literally shows up to mess with MCU canon, Be Nice to Clint Barton, Canon-Typical Violence, does this count as, Childhood Friends, Spies & Secret Agents, Angst, full disclaimer: we haven't seen agents of shield at all, and we've barely read toa, Complete, just to be clear this is an incredibly self-indulgent crossover, Goode High School (Percy Jackson) Series: Part 1 of closing the cracks Summary:

I lifted my gun, pointing it towards the minefield of shattered fragments, and kicked the small coffee table out of the way.

Only to stare down at an awfully familiar face, which split into a somewhat lopsided grin. The intruder raised his hands in a mocking surrender. “Long time no see, dude.”

I lowered the gun. “What the hell are you doing in South Peru?”

Or in which Clint Barton and Percy Jackson have a long personal history that starts in high school.

The File (series) by denimbeans: Another epic (long) crossover series for marvel/pjo, very spoilery for HoO tho: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2375215

Nothing to make a song about but kings by iwilllpassthis: all the world building, all the politics. Also post-HoO

Nothing to make a song about but kings (201210 words) by iwillpassthis Chapters: 59/59 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Amphitrite & Percy Jackson, Percy Jackson & Poseidon Characters: Percy Jackson, Amphitrite (Percy Jackson), Poseidon (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: King!Percy, Undersea politcs, Merpeople, Atlantis, My boy truly has no idea what he's doing, Do I? We shall never know, Powerful Percy Jackson Summary: Percy knelt before Atlantis’ throne, feeling the ancient power of the sea run through his veins in an uncoordinated dance. You are the sea now, it whispered, and the sea is you. A crown of gold and emeralds was placed on his head. Long live the king. Long live the king. . It’s a fortune that Poseidon has a mortal son, because when an ancient curse hits his kingdom and all the sea gods disappear… well, someone must rule.

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[thepublishingpress]

hullo there, human! i am named basil ^-^ basil dela cruz!

enjoy as you watch me spiral into madness in the author's notes of all my fanfics and (sometimes, but rarely) when i make art :3

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fun facts abt me!:

I have two doggos- one of them shares my online name, basil! the other is the grumpy peanut, my pfp!

i enjoy trials of mana (ive only played the remake, sadly! i want the og, but i wont buy it-)

i have almost all the pjo books

I have a habit of joining fandoms without watching/reading the book/show/movie....

i have a stuffy (plushie) named bitbit :3

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my gender? how kind!:

i'm a female <3

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nationality~:

fully filipino!

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favorite characters (bc i have taste):

game = green

movie/show = blue

book = red

Sokka ;3 (from Avatar: the Last Airbender by Nickelodeon)

Leo Valdez (from Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordan

Mikleo (from Tales of Zestiria by Bandai Namco)

Zuko (From Avatar: the Last Airbender)

Percy Jackson (from Percy Jackson by Rick Riordan)

Sorey (From Tales of Zestiria)

Ariadne (From Ariadne by Jennifer Saint)

Telegonus (from circe by madeline miller)

Telemachus (from circe)

Circe (from circe)

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fandoms/communities i'm in:

Percy Jackson

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Tales of Zestiria

Narnia

Greek Mythology in general ig???

does art count-

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ships~:

percabeth

sormik

kataang

zukka

i dont rly ship anyone from narnia sadly (except maybe casmund)

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fic guide!:

PJO fics- (And Greek-myths in general)

dream of me (a fic focused on tv show!poseidon)

you're holding the heart of mine (focused on book!poseidon)

The Oracular Goddess (Agathe lies to be the Oracle, and faces consequences)

Ariadne's Revival (A fic on Ariadne and Dionysus. Short and sweet. Also my first post!)

A:TLA fics-

In The Midnight (fluffy zukka fic)

A Smile I Will Never See (kyoshi warrior!sokka)

A Civil Conversation (a pre-zukka fic)

A Second Chance (Pakku-centric, also includes Kanna!)

In Remembrance of You (kataang angst, takes place during tlok)

Discoveries (That I Panic About) (zukka, ft. confused hakoda (he... takes it well dw :3))

the fire burns so bright (until i cannot hide) part 1 (zukka au ft. actual spirit zuko and firebender sokka)

Dysfunctional Fam(tm)

(I thought it required its own section)-

Chapter 1 - The Start

Chapter 2 - Godly Troubles Galore!

Chapter 3 - Suspicions....

Chapter 3 - The Return of the Star

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!WARNINGS!

I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY HATE ON THIS BLOG.

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Note:

may make changes to this post ty <3

p.s. i forgot to credit @thatcheeseycandle

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

(I don't know anybody here, so nobody tagged me, I just thought it'd be fun, sorry if I've committed Tumblr crimes lol)

How many works do you have on AO3?

8! But if you don't count my original story snippet it's 7... but if you count my one fanfiction-dot-net-only fic that I've been too lazy (and slightly embarrassed bc it's old) to transfer over... it's 8 again lol

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

With my original story snippet: 16,705 Without my original story snippet: 15,047 And for fun... Including my fanfiction-dot-net-only fic but not original story snippet: 105,467 (lmao)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Oh boy here we go. Well. The fandoms I currently have fics posted for are Danny Phantom, Natsume's Book of Friends/Natsume Yuujinchou, Batfam/DCU (and does the Teen Titans animated show count as a different fandom or nah?), Spider-Man/Marvel, and Harry Potter. However. The fandoms I have fics for including unposted WIPs are as follows: Danny Phantom, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Ben 10, My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia, Batfam/DC, The Morose Mononokean/Fukigen na Mononokean, Gravity Falls, Randy Cunningham: Ninth Grade Ninja, Star vs the Forces of Evil, The Magnus Archives, Spider-Man/Marvel, How to Train Your Dragon, Rise of the Guardians, Harry Potter, Natsume's Book of Friends/Natsume Yuujinchou, Sk8 the Infinity, Bungou Stray Dogs, Be More Chill (the musical), the Rick Riordan universe (Percy Jackson, etc.), and Big Hero 6.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

So I don't have a lot of fics actually posted and obviously I can't count the one that's only on fanfiction-dot-net so... 1) They Say Right, Let's Go Left (Batfam Titans Tower AU; 2,871 kudos as of 11/12/2023) 2) Skia Tou Myalou (Batfam Meta!Tim AU; 1,832 kudos as of 11/12/2023) 3) How To Summon A Halfa (Without A Ouija Board) (Danny Phantom 30-minute oneshot; 178 kudos as of 11/12/2023) 4) And Thus, I Repent (Danny Phantom/Teen Titans crossover preview posted for International Fanworks Day 2022 that still hasn't been updated; 144 kudos as of 11/12/2023) 5) What A Lovely View (Natsume's Book of Friends/The Morose Mononokean crossover oneshot for International Fanworks Day 2021; 74 kudos as of 11/12/2023)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

As much as I can! A lot of the time I'll respond to a lot of comments after I post the story but forget as time goes on lol. I appreciate them so much nonetheless! I'm always flabbergasted that someone took the time to tell me their thoughts and feelings about MY story, it's so cool. Gotta make sure they know how cool I think it is and they are!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Okay... so I haven't actually had any angsty endings per se, at least none that I've posted. Because of where the prologue chapter leaves things for Fractured (Danny Phantom/My Hero Academia) it's currently the most angsty thing I have posted, but I haven't posted anything past the prologue chapter and the story will get more lighthearted. I once accepted a request to write a major character death oneshot, but I never was satisfied or finished it. If I had, it would definitely be the most angsty. As for WIPs/unposted things... I have a "choose your ending" Tim Drake AU series in the works and the "bad ending" will be the most angsty ending I've ever written or planned once I get there.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, most of what I write has happy endings, I'm honestly a hopeles romantic. I'd call on Skia Tou Myalou (Batfam, Meta!Tim AU) for that probably, mostly because half of They Say Right, Let's Go Left's (Batfam, Titans Tower AU) fluffy ending is in the author's note and also it's a oneshot. As for WIPs/unposted things... I have no idea lol.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

The only real hate I ever got was on my fanfiction-dot-net-only fic and I still don't know what the guy had against me other than being mad at my author's notes and that I was following a canon plotline... after I said that that's what this fic was going to do before branching out after I finished the rewrite. The positive feedback completely outweighed them though! Thanks to those folks!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

NOPE. Not my thing, totally chill if it's yours. I am too sex-repulsed asexual for that lmao.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

ABSOLUTELY! You may not believe it from what I have posted (or actually maybe you will) but my main genre is crossovers, specifically involving dimension travel. I wouldn't call any of them particularly weird combinations honestly. Maybe What A Lovely View (Natsume's Book of Friends/The Morose Mononokean) or my WIP "Nanashi" (Danny Phantom/The Morose Mononokean) because of the more obscure fandoms.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Thankfully no, and I always make sure my fics are tagged where exactly I've reposted them under my own accounts so there's no misunderstandings.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet, that'd be the dream, wouldn't it?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nah, I don't really have people I know in the fanfic community.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

That sure does change monthly! Currently I'm vibing with Reki and Langa from Sk8 the Infinity, can't wait for the next season of that show!

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a couple of unposted WIPs that I call "cancelled" WIPs because I never plan on continuing them, it's mostly a couple Danny Phantom crossovers from my early days. As for posted things, work on Fractured (Danny Phantom/My Hero Academia) is actually trudging along pretty well even though I haven't posted anything, I had to completely reorganize the notes for it into a section of their own because they outgrew my standard page formatting! And Thus, I Repent (Danny Phantom/Teen Titans) is at a wall though I plan on continuing it eventually. What's really been getting me is my fanfiction-dot-net-only fic that's been going on since before it was first posted in 2019 but at a standstill since 2020 and the pandemic. I've really been struggling to get any work done on it, which sucks because it's my longest fic but it's also from the early days and I have a love-hate relationship with it and its fandoms.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hesitantly... imagery? Scene description? I love writing a good, visceral chunk of text that makes you feel like you're there. It lands... sometimes lol

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Trying to develop relationships. Romantic, platonic, any. I have no idea how to pace these things or sometimes how to move them forward, I'm not a super social person and I don't have any experience in romantic relationships, so it's harder to pull from my own life. I'd love to get better though, and relationships are so important to writing and fun to see unfold.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think it's fine as long as you're respectful of the language and culture. Like, the title of Skia Tou Myalou (Batfam, Meta!Tim AU) (sorry for the lack of accents, I don't have access to the right keyboard right now) is in Greek because the language is cool af, and I had a reader confirm it was correct. Some people get worked up specifically over including Japanese honorifics in anime fics sometimes, but I think it adds a lot of nuances to character relationships so as long as you do your research and apply them correctly and respectfully, I don't mind it at all. I personally prefer to do so when writing fics in anime fandoms where they're used for that extra level of attention and detail. Y'all have no idea how long I spend researching this stuff!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

This one was never posted and deleted way back when, but when I was in middle school I wrote a Percy Jackson and the Olympians OC oneshot lol

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Y'all trying to make me choose? Betrayal... and it changes every time I work on one lol. Currently I have a certain fondness for an unposted Bungou Stray Dogs Chuuya-joins-the-ADA-with-Dazai AU but my favorite posted is Skia Tou Myalou (Batfam, Meta!Tim AU). Sure it's a little eh in places but I love elemental-ish powers and Tim Drake is my favorite Batboy lol

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"One bite and five days are all it took for the world to come to an end. Nearly two months after an unexplainable, violent illness swept throughout the globe like a raging wildfire, after cities have crumbled to ruin and most of humanity has been wiped out, only a few survive. Some of those still alive are just trying to survive, while others are searching for an answer—a reason why and what caused people to turn into walking, cannibalistic corpses that decay but never seem to truly die. Now, a group of survivors—a dog, few adult figures, and a bunch of teenagers—search for a cure and must figure out how to live with the undead amongst them, and how to deal with each other as relationships strain and tensions rise."

†· Word Count: 5198 †· Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types †· Rating: Mature †· Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death †· Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Jason Grace/Piper McLean, Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Hazel Levesque/Frank Zhang, Silena Beauregard/Charles Beckendorf, Thalia Grace/Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano †· Characters: Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez, Nico di Angelo, Frederick Chase, Frank Zhang, Luke Castellan, Hazel Levesque, Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Grover Underwood, Juniper (Percy Jackson), Katie Gardner, Travis Stoll, Connor Stoll, Chiron (Percy Jackson), Will Solace, Silena Beauregard, Charles Beckendorf, Clarisse La Rue, Thalia Grace, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano †· Additional Tags: Angst · Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence · Inspired by The Walking Dead · Title from a My Chemical Romance Song · Found Family · Bittersweet · Based on a My Chemical Romance Song · I'm so sorry · Everyone Needs A Hug · Hurt/Comfort · Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse · Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson-centric · Betrayal †· **First Person POVs** †· Rated Mature for strong language, violence, sexual references, etc..

Annabeth

My breath hitches, a chill running through me as if I'm frozen in place.

"Drop it and turn around slowly," the person—I think it's a man—orders.

I do what he says and turn around with my hands up, reluctantly setting my dagger on the floor. The guy, who can't be much (if any) older than me, stares me down with hard, sea-green eyes. Did he come through the window? He must have since there is a barricade in front of the only other viable entrance.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" he asks, his words sharp and suspecting. With his eyes and the barrel of his gun still trained on me, the boy reaches behind him and grabs a long piece of scrap wood. At first, I think he is going to hit me with it, but all he does is start fixing the barricade in front of the door. "I asked you a question," he reminds me.

"I hardly think that's important," I respond. "And it is a pretty stupid idea to shoot that in here. Imagine how many walkers will show up at your doorstep. Then what?"

I still have my gun on me. Maybe I can wound his gun hand? (It contradicts what I just told him, but I'm mostly just trying to buy myself some time.)  I don't want to kill him; as far as I'm aware, he's just trying to survive like everyone else. 

My gaze drifts to the large black lab standing beside him. The dog lets out a low growl, but its owner puts a hand on its head, easing it back. Taking the hint, I revert my eyes back to the gun barrel aimed at my head.

"I didn't take your gun, but I'm about to."

Shit.

The guy sighs, clearly tired and irritated. "Look, you don't have to tell me your name—I don't even really care about that. I just want to know what you're doing here and what you want."

His messy, tangled black hair hangs in his eyes, obscuring most of his face. Everything except for his eyes, which look almost as if they’re glowing. 

I could possibly take him; his arm has to be getting tired. Except, despite appearing weary, he still looks as though he can easily defend himself. I'll keep it as a secondary option if I can't talk myself out of this.

"I got lost and somehow ended up here," I say, leaving out that I was in a group. "It was getting dark, and I was just looking for somewhere to stay for the night. That's it. I swear."

The guy looks me up and down, then holsters his gun. He definitely doesn’t trust me—and I certainly don’t trust him—but I'm grateful to not have a gun pointed at my head.

For the time being, anyway.

He turns back around and tinkers with the barricade a bit more, making sure it's secure. Just then, a thought strikes me. Is he trying to lock me in here?

"Whoa, wait a second," I say. "What are you doing?"

"You said you needed somewhere to crash, and you sure as hell can't go back out there," the guy informs me, his muffled footsteps following him as he walks out of the carpeted living space and into the kitchen; I can still see him because of the half wall between us. "They'd eat you alive in a minute.” He rummages through the cabinets.

"So, what, you're keeping me here because you don't want me to die? You obviously don't trust me—"

"Of course I don't. Still, I'm not the kind of person to send somebody off to their death just because I don't trust them," he tells me, his voice stern yet softer than before. Either way, it's an improvement compared to earlier. "But you're gone as soon as you can walk well enough. Got it?"

I watch him for a moment, trying to determine if he intends to kill me in my sleep or if he genuinely means well. (I reason the latter.) "Got it," I respond. Besides, he’s right; I’m blood in an ocean full of sharks. Not to mention that I can’t walk without nearly falling over, and my perception of everything is skewed.

He looks back at me for a second, an expression resembling something of contemplation, then turns his attention back to the dining table where he is taking out loot from his bag, which I assume is from a recent supply run.

Not sure what else to do, I sit on a dusty couch (vertigo and fatigue winning out) and look around the small apartment. Half of the furniture has been burned at some point by the looks of the bare, open space of the living room, void of any personalization; it looks like a stock photo of an apartment—not like somebody lives here. The only thing that does give it away are the sporadic, clean rectangles on the wall where paintings or photos would have been. A pile of photographs in the far corner of the gloomy, dust-covered room catches my attention. I don’t dare get up and look. (One: I will probably fall down; two: I don't want to start snooping around this guy's apartment.)

From where I’m sitting, I can see that the photo on the top of the pile is of a man and a woman, who has dark hair and blue eyes—from what I can make out in the dim light—both smiling. There is a young boy between them, about eight or nine, that looks similar to the guy before me. He has sea-green eyes, the same as the boy in the picture and the man standing by him. (They look almost identical. However, the man’s face is sterner. Moodier than his younger counterpart’s.)

The little boy, his face covered in blue frosting, is grinning from ear to ear like he’s the happiest kid on Earth.

The guy in front of me only vaguely resembles that now.

A sound like a thousand tiny alarm bells starts going off in my ears, sending a harsh pain through my skull. I press a hand to my ear, wincing at the pain. I’m all sorts of fucked up. Speaking of injuries… My ankle. I don’t want to look at it, but I need to. So, I glance down at it, and the sight of a red bruise peeking out from my boot makes me nauseous. Grimacing, I undo the laces on my boot, pull it off, and roll down my sock. Yep. I am definitely fucked. I force myself to choke back the bile threatening to come up my throat and assess the state of it. Blue and purple—almost black—bruises flourish around my ankle; they are worse than I thought they were.

“Here.” The boy with sea-green eyes appears beside me as I shimmy my foot back into my boot—I have no clue when he came back into the living room—holding out a wet cloth.

I blink at him, confused. What’s that for? He’s standing there, somewhat awkward at this point, as he waits for my reply. He taps his temple. “You’re bleeding,” he tells me quietly.

“Oh,” is all I say as I take the rag from his hand.

The guy’s brow furrows for some reason (I don’t know why). Then, his eyes widen as if he has made a realization. “Shit. I forgot,” he scolds himself. "You aren't bit, are you?"

"Um…" I look down at my arms and legs—I don't feel any pain other than in my ankle and the sore, hot, aching pain in my muscles. "I don't think so?" God, my head hurts. I just want to sleep…․

He walks around the couch, looks me over again for good measure, and nudges me forward to examine my back before determining that I'm clear.

Without saying anything else, the guy returns to the kitchen and resumes putting away cans of soup, SpaghettiOs, and bottles of water.

I wince as I dab the side of my head, seeing thick, sticky, dark red blood as I pull the damp cloth away. The bleeding must have slowed down. 

“Thanks,” I blurt.

He nods. “Sure. It’s not as bad as it looks, by the way.”

“Huh?”

“Your head. What did you even do?” he prods. “I’m gonna take a guess you had something to do with the car alarm. You nearly got me killed, just for the record.”

I brush the dark curtains aside and peek through the blinds at the street below, the car alarm still blaring. Walkers are milling about the sidewalks and in the middle of the road, the deafening scream of the car alarm drawing more and more of them. It should have stopped by now, and I really wish it would because it is doing nothing but drawing walkers and making my ears ring. Hopefully, it will shut itself off soon; I don’t want to think of how many there could be if it doesn’t stop. Who knows, though? They tend to get bored after a while, so maybe they will start moving away soon.

“I bashed a ghoul’s head on the hood,” I murmur. “Sorry about that.”

“Whatever gets it done. Next time, I would try to avoid setting off car alarms in the middle of New York City.”

“Believe me, it wasn’t intentional.”

Looking back out the window, the few street lamps that miraculously still work make the undead horde—which has gone from around fifty to a hundred or more in the past half hour—more visible. Most of them are swarming the car, becoming confused when there is no living, breathing human or animal inside; they attack the car nonetheless. Some of the others are simply looking around, dazed.

“…Almost killed myself getting back.” I was distracted by the walkers down below that I didn’t realize the boy was talking to me.

I close the blinds, turn my attention back to him, and pretend like I was listening. “I’d imagine,” I reply.

He raises his eyebrows. "What's that meant to mean?"

I really must have missed something—the context of the conversation, most likely. This concussion really isn't helping my ADHD. "I just meant that, with how everything is, it wouldn't be all that shocking if you almost got bit."

The guy looks at me, slightly amused. "You weren't listening, were you?"

I groan, rubbing my face. "My head is throbbing right now. Cut me some slack."

"Well, I gave you Aspirin a few minutes ago," he tells me, putting something in a bowl. "Didn't you take it?"

What? I don't remember him giving me anything. "You did?"

The guy sets down whatever he is doing and walks over to me, grabbing two white pills and a bottle of water off of the coffee table in front of me, forcibly placing them in my hands. 

"Take them." He has his arms crossed, hovering over me—almost like a parent—to make sure that I take it. 

I don't question him and pop the Aspirin in my mouth, washing it down with a quick swig of water. In hindsight, I definitely should, but he's taken me by surprise.

Before I can say anything else to him, a horrible, blood-curdling scream resounds through the streets—so loud that it’s hard to pinpoint where it is coming from. Alarmed, the guy rushes to the window, hurriedly pushing aside the curtains to peer through the blinds. The blood drains from the guy’s face, and I don’t have to guess why. Following his gaze, I see a boy—twelve or thirteen years old at most—getting swarmed by walkers, falling in the middle of the street as he writhes in agony, the living dead tearing him apart. The boy screams and screams, his entrails hanging out of his torso and out of the mouths of the cadavers.

I quickly turn my head away and squeeze my eyes shut as if it will drown out the noise, unable to watch any more of it.

The guy throws the curtains closed, slamming his fists against the wall. “Damn it,” he grits out, pressing his forehead against it.

We sit in silence, the boy’s screams fading into nothing more than background noise. I’ve watched people get torn to shreds; none so young, though. That’s what makes it so much worse.

“Did you know him?” I finally ask.

The guy shakes his head absently, a faraway look in his eyes. “No,” he responds, adding: “I ran into him once while I was out a few days ago. Gave him some food and a knife. So much good that did…”

“At least you tried,” I tell him. “That boy wasn’t your responsibility, but you tried to help him anyway. You did what you could.”

“There could have been something more that I could have done. Taken him in— Something .”

He stands, staring at the shut curtains as we both realize that the boy’s wails have stopped. Hanging his head, he starts back to the kitchen, his shoulders tense with anger at the monsters who ripped apart an innocent child.

"What's your name?" I ask the guy before he can leave the room again.

"Why should I tell you mine if you won't tell me yours?"

Fair enough.

I relent. "It's Annabeth." I'm not even sure why I was so hesitant in the first place. What would he even do with it? It's not like he can use it against me, and I highly doubt the walkers care about anything I've done.

"Percy," he tells me.

A few minutes later, Percy offers me a bowl of lukewarm soup, which I take from him gratefully. 

Between the pain meds—I’m relieved to report that they really were Aspirin—and food, I’m able to think clearly. This begs the question: why did I agree to stay here with a guy I don’t know, let alone why he would let me. Percy doesn’t know me, either. For all he knows, I could want to kill him or take his stuff. The guy seems nice enough—cautious sure, but aren’t we all?—yet I still feel uneasy. Not because of him, I’ve determined, but from the exertion of everything that has happened today—it’s been a few hours, and my nerves are still on edge, even now. And it’s hard to trust anyone since all of this started.

After we finish eating, having said very little to each other, Percy takes our dishes and puts them in the sink. (I’m not sure how he plans to wash them since there isn’t any running water anymore.)

As I start to get settled in for the night, he throws me a blanket from the other end of the couch, telling me that I can sleep there.

I thank him. But a concern dawns on me.

“Aren’t you worried about them getting in?” I inquire.

Percy waves it off dismissively. “Of course, I worry a little bit,” he admits. “It would be stupid not to. But as long as I’m quiet, none ever come up here.” He follows his comment with: “Most of the time.”

I roll my eyes. “That makes me feel so much better.”

A slight smirk makes its way onto Percy’s face. “You’ll be fine. I promise.”

Percy goes to leave, yet he pauses at the door frame, pursing his lips as if mulling something over. He looks as though he is about to say something but just shakes his head and enters his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

I didn’t think that I would feel safe enough to fall asleep. However, my body seems to have other plans, and I begin to doze off.

†††

When I wake up, I immediately note that, despite how I got here, I’m not where I’m supposed to be. I rapidly sit up before discovering that that was a mistake. A feeling like somebody twisting it the wrong way while simultaneously squeezing it as hard as they can courses through my ankle, sore and painful. I grit my teeth in pain, covering my mouth with my hand to avoid making any noise. Even though I’m sitting down, I feel dizzy. 

I fall back onto the couch, lying down as I wait for the room to stop spinning before I make any more attempts to sit up. I glance down at my ankle, seeing that my boot is missing and has been replaced by a clean white bandage. I must have really been out of it to not notice somebody taking my shoe in the middle of the night. And, though the bandage covers most of it, the bruising has diminished significantly, leaving only (from what I can tell) pale purple ones in their wake; it still hurts, but not nearly as much as it did yesterday. A guy—he told me his name, but I already forgot what it was—I remember, offered to let me stay and gave me some pain medication before I went to bed last night, which has clearly helped a tremendous amount. Now that I think about it, even my head feels better (voiding the dizziness that came from my first attempt to get up). Like my ankle, it’s still pounding. Even so, conversely to yesterday, it is tolerable—more irritating than anything else.

The room has stopped spinning now, so I decide it’s time I try to get up again.

Okay. Take two.

Carefully, I pull myself up, my arm slung over the back of the couch. I wince as my muscles, still tight in pain, strain at the minimal effort, but relax once I get myself into an upright position. I swing my legs over, my feet touching the carpeted floor. That was easy enough.

Looking around the room, I don’t see the guy anywhere. I can’t imagine that he would still be asleep. (Then again, I have no clue what time it is.)

I remember that I had my bag with me, but I’m not sure where I set it. Hopefully, the guy didn’t take it. (Not that there is really anything of value in it, but it’s still a nice bag.) 

Oh, fuck. My dagger was on the couch beside me in case something happened, but I can’t find it. Before I start freaking out though, I see that my backpack is at my feet. Along with my dagger and missing boot.

Sighing in relief, I slip my foot into my boot, taking a minute to properly wake up. Yesterday was so hectic that I’m surprised I actually made it through the night. Truthfully, I should be dead right now. I guess I got lucky, at any rate.

Sunlight bleeds through the curtains, brightening the room in a soft yet dim light.

The events after that are a bit fuzzy. Nevertheless, I somehow ended up in this guy’s apartment, who offered to let me stay for a day or two.

A sound like someone walking over a metal grate comes from above. Faint at first, then slowly growing louder as it approaches. My fingers curl around my bronze dagger. One of those things should have no reason to come in here—I haven’t made a noise, and there isn’t anything that would typically draw them. Having said that, they don’t appear to be the most intelligent; they don’t need a reason to roam and lurk in the shadows. They’re half-dead, so what else are they supposed to do? There aren’t any hospitals to help them—they all got overrun within the first three days—and they don’t know what they’re doing.

Whatever it is that is coming down the fire escape is getting closer, the rattling of the metal dull yet loud enough that it could mean trouble.

Despite my current state, I still feel like I can take the walker (or person) coming down the fire escape. I hadn’t noticed when I initially got up, but the guy’s dog—I recall now that he said his name was Percy—is curled up in the corner of the living room, near the door. It doesn’t appear too concerned. That doesn’t change my worry, however.

Right as I stand up, ready for a confrontation, the black lab bounds across the room, its tail wagging happily behind it. I see a tall man outside the window, whom I presume to be Percy, carrying two pails of I’m not sure what. He carefully sets them down on the platform beneath his feet, and opens the window to the apartment; Percy picks the pails back up, ducking his head to avoid hitting it on the bottom of the open window as he steps through.

The dog jumps on him, licking his face and nearly making him fall over. “Down, Mrs. O’Leary,” Percy says in a hushed tone. The dog doesn’t listen. “Easy, girl!”

Mrs. O’Leary, albeit rather reluctantly, hops off of her owner and returns to her corner, turning in circles a few times before laying down and resting her head on a stuffed lamb.

He looks in my direction, noticing that I’m awake. “Oh, good. You’re finally up,” Percy says.

“What time is it?” I question, tying my tangled curls into a ponytail to keep them out of my face.

He squints out the window, the sunlight bright and blinding. “About 1:00, I think,” he replies, closing the curtains. “You were out for a while.”

“How long is a while?”

Percy shrugs. “Two days.”

My eyes widen. I knew I was in rough shape, but I didn’t think it was that bad. “You are joking, right?”

I highly doubt he's joking, though I hope, rude as it would be, that he is. I’ve got to get back—not that there is anywhere to get back to, necessarily. We have a rendezvous point in case something happened before we could get to Virginia where my father is waiting for us. All the same, wherever my friends are is where I need to get back to.

“Nope. You had me worried for a minute,” he admits, carrying his buckets to the kitchen. “How’s your ankle, by the way? I did the best I could, but I’m not a doctor or anything.”

I move my left ankle around a little bit—carefully (I learned my lesson from this morning)—flexing it and moving it side to side. It still aches, but not as bad as it did a few days ago. “Better, thank you.” I watch him as he holds the buckets over the sink, pouring out some sort of liquid.

Whether or not it’s a good idea, I walk toward him, doing my best to avoid putting too much weight on it.

Compared to the living room, the kitchen is lighter, despite there being no windows. The living room walls are a pale shade of blue, the color muted by dust and grime. With the dark curtains in front of the windows, though (not to mention the disarrayed state of the room), the room looks ten times darker than it is. In contrast to the depressing atmosphere of the other room, the kitchen, while also a bit of a mess, is tidier. The counters are cluttered but otherwise clean. And the table, well, I can’t say much about it. Like the counters, it is littered with empty cans and dirty dishes stacked on top of each other, and the floor isn’t swept. In his defense, it is the apocalypse, so I doubt that is at the top of his priority list.

“What’s in the bucket?” I ask, sitting down at the light wooden table.

Percy either ignores me or simply doesn’t hear me.

“Now who isn’t paying attention?” I joke, a call back to yesterday—the night before last.

He turns around, a look of surprise on his face, as if he hadn’t known I came in. “Huh?”

“I asked what was in the buckets,” I repeat, stifling a laugh.

“Oh!” Percy says, setting down the now empty bucket and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. I’m beginning to realize that this guy is weird. (Not in a bad way, just…odd. He probably hasn’t seen or talked to anybody in a month, so I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt.) “Sorry, I didn’t hear you talking.” I can see that. “It’s rainwater,” he informs me. “Since the water is shut off and everything, it’s the only way I can get any without going out and getting myself killed.”

Pouring some dish soap in the sink, Percy slides the dishes beside him into the soapy water and starts scrubbing them.

“You do have a way to purify that, right?” I wonder. “You can’t just drink rainwater without filtering or boiling it first.”

Percy doesn’t look back at me, but responds, “When I can. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s probably not a good idea to light a fire inside. Besides, this isn’t for drinking.”

“Fair point.” I pause for a second, thinking of an alternative. He has to have some way to purify it—he said it himself. “You said, ‘When I can,’ so you must have some way of doing it.”

“Well, when I can get away with it, I make a small fire and boil it while I’m up there during the day.”

How didn’t I think of that? I’m ninety percent certain that this concussion is making me stupid—and I’m not okay with it.

Since I don’t have much else to do, I ask if he wants help with the dishes. If I’m going to barge in on him, I should at least help out or something, especially considering that he kept me from becoming one of those things’ dinner. Percy accepts and offers to pull over a barstool.

“Why do you stay here?” I ask, the question having nagged in the back of my mind for the past ten minutes. “There isn’t anybody left here. Quiet frankly, I’m surprised you’re not dead yet.”

“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” he states, his tone transforming into something of forlornness; a dark shadow falls across his face. “This is all I know, too. Most of my family is probably dead now, anyway, so it isn’t like I have a purpose in leaving.”

“Leave to stay alive,” I advise, turning my head to look him in the eyes. He appears cleaner than he was the first time I saw him, I note. “Just because you don’t have anyone to look out for doesn’t mean that you just give up. You stay alive for yourself.”

Percy smiles a little bit, almost wistfully. “I’m not giving up—I can’t. It’s… It’s like somebody forcing you to move away without a reason. You just can’t bring yourself to it. You’ve lived in that place for as long as you can remember,” he explains. “I’m not going to just let these things take my home from me. Stupid bastards have already taken everything else from me—”

In his rising ire, he had been gripping the plate he was washing so tightly that it finally snaps under the pressure.

Percy just sighs and carelessly sets the broken dish in the empty trash can at the end of the counter. “Sorry,” he apologizes sheepishly.

“It’s okay. We can talk about something else,” I offer, worried about him breaking yet another dish and accidentally attracting the undead.

Percy thanks me and starts up a different conversation—he’s more talkative than he was a few days ago—which I attempt to oblige him in, though I don’t feel much like talking after a while. The familiar pain in my ankle begins to slowly return, as does the throbbing in my head.

Percy stops drying the dishes, detecting my fatigue. “Hey, why don’t you go sit down,” he tells me quietly, taking the hand towel from my grasp. “I’ve got this.”

I nod without protest. We got most of the dishes dried off, so I don’t feel guilty about leaving him to finish the rest.

“I got some more stuff for your ankle,” he mentions. “It should be on the end table.”

On the end table beside the couch, as he said, is an instant cold pack and an ankle brace—the kind you would get at a drugstore. I have no idea how he got his hands on this stuff—at this point, most everything has been looted by people trying to survive or get out of the city. Still, I choose not to dwell on it too much; Percy had done this a few times while I was out, apparently. One thing that I will question, however, is why. There really isn’t a reason to risk his life running errands for the girl who broke into his home. I never asked him to.

“Why are you going to all this trouble?” I finally ask. “You’re lucky you haven’t gotten yourself seriously hurt yet.”

He stands silent for a minute, thinking of a response. I wait patiently—he doesn’t have to answer me. We’ve only talked a little in the time I’ve been here (half of which I was unconscious for).

After a few minutes, he answers. “Because you seem like a good person. And I told you when you came in here a few days ago, I’m not the kind of person to let someone die. Even if they did barge into my house with a dagger and a loaded gun strapped to their ankle,” he adds. “That,” Percy continues, “and the sooner you’re better, the sooner you can leave.”

Despite the last part (which causes a twinge of hurt, for some reason or other), it makes me feel more grateful.

“Thank you for everything,” I say. “But I don’t want you going out there anymore just to get stuff for me.”

He grins—the first time I’ve ever seen him do that, really—the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk like I said something amusing.

“Seriously. I’ll be back on my feet in another day or so,” I scold. “Stop going on suicide missions.”

“Who are you telling me what to do, Wisegirl?” he laughs, momentarily forgetting about the corpses above and on the streets below.

“What kind of nickname is that?” I ask, bemused.

“A fitting one,” Percy decides, quieter than a moment ago as he puts the last dish away.

I roll my eyes, shrugging it off.

After rewrapping my ankle, I nestle into the couch, which has been my temporary bed for the past three days. However, as I start to fall asleep, a sense of déjà vu strikes me. Something about Percy seems vaguely familiar; I’m not sure what, exactly. His personality, maybe? I feel like I've met him—or at least seen him—somewhere before all of this came crashing down. I can’t think of a time or place where I would have. I’ve definitely met him briefly at some point, though (or have run into him, at any rate). Thinking about it, there may be a chance that he recognizes me, too. There was obviously something Percy was going to ask me the other night before I passed out, but he never did. For a second, I contemplate asking him. However, I think better of it. He’s already asleep, and I don’t have enough energy to get up.

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Pod-Together Day 8 Reveals 2023

A Single Drachma (Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types) written by TsarinaTorment, performed by stereden Summary: Alone. Injured. Hunted. Michael doesn’t know where he is, but he knows he’s running out of time, and he’s only got one shot at calling for help. He’s got to make it count.

Lost in the time (Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV)) written by HadrianPeverellBlack, performed by reena_jenkins Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi couldn't accept that Anakin, his brother, became Darth Vader. He tried to change that. Sometimes things can't change. Other times they could.

taking care (Welcome to Night Vale) written by Koschei_B, performed by xianvar Summary: Cecil comes home covered in blood and miserable.

Soul Swapped Soulmates (แค่เพื่อนครับเพื่อน | Bad Buddy: the Series (TV)) written by FlutterFyre, performed by sunkitten_shash Summary: “Pran, is that you?” “Now why would I be calling myself? Oh, wait, could it be because I’m stuck in your body? What the hell, Pat?” Pran’s sarcasm was coming through loud and clear. Pat’s irritation rose. He stalked over to the window and threw the curtains open. Sure enough, Pran – in Pat's body – was standing in Pat’s bedroom, glaring through the windows at him.

Are Flames Buried, Too? (One Piece (Anime & Manga)) written by CricketBones, performed by mistbornhero Summary: When a letter involving Banchina comes to Usopp, Luffy realizes something he had not thought about before; Does Ace have a grave? How do we handle grief, and past hurt, and how can the Strawhat Pirates help?

A Day In The Life: Archive Support Clerk Extraordinaire (Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types) written by bluegeekEM, performed by litra Summary: Archive support clerk Edwina Ro embarks on her first day in possession of a newly elevated clearance level, ready to do battle with the forces of archival chaos and instill organization wherever she goes. At the very least she hopes to tackle more interesting projects. Discovering that the "Accidental Marriage or Marriage-Equivalent" form is now on her "commonly referenced" list of forms? Not what she'd expected, actually.

there ain't no easy way out (i won't back down) (Leverage) written by JuneOokami, performed by farkenshnoffingottom Summary: After the Rundown Job, Eliot has some realizations about his relationship with Hardison and Parker

人過留名 | Reputation (魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù) created by dragongirlG and DrPanda99 Summary: Jingyi is the only one awake when Jin Ling texts the group chat at midnight. Hey so remember my dead uncle on my mom’s side? He's back What, Jingyi responds. WHAT EXPLAIN YOURSELF - Jin Ling's uncle returns from the dead during Chinese New Year. Meanwhile, Lan Jingyi decides to investigate the return of mysterious stackoverflow user yilinglaozu.

you and i, we are matter (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018), The Owl House (Cartoon)) written by hopelessgemini, performed by lady_mab Summary: instincts kick in. catra freezes in place and tries to reconcile herself with the fact that she is very suddenly not where she was before. why does this keep happening to me?

or, catra accidentally lands herself on the boiling isles and in the care of one mara eternia. a toh she-ra au, written for pod_together 2023. there WILL be shenanigans.

The Lost Gods [text, audio] (Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types) written by hiddendruid, performed by roseszain and SerenaEW Summary: A cushy house-sitting job, a mysterious journal, a creepy guy at a pool, and... a rescue crew with arrows and wolves?

Suddenly, this summer job had gotten a whole lot more interesting

Of Trade Winds and the End of Our Peaceful Days (Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types) written by Elle_dubs, performed by Hangebokhan Summary: Jaskier helps in his inimitable way to raise a dragon, and the found family he has surrounded himself with is forced to contend with plans for the future.

Stones of the Sea: Relics of Sea & Sand (shell) (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, A Stitch in Time - Andrew Robinson - Fandom) created by BardicRaven and RisalSoran Summary: Even ruined, reduced to a shell of its former self, Tain’s house held its share of dangers. Elim Garak knew that, walked cautiously through its shattered walls and fallen rooms. But even he could still be caught.

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I was tagged in this game a long time ago by @positivelyruined

Things you'd like to know about fellow writers:

Last book I read: last book I FINISHED was House of Flame and Shadow. Currently we're struggling through The Cruel Prince.

Greatest literary inspirations: Suzanne Collins, Rick Riordan, JK Rowling, and Jane Austen (please note this is ONLY for their writing, not their beliefs outside of their works)

Things in my fandom that I want to read but I don't want to write: honestly having trouble writing long fics these days, have been sticking to one-shots, but Nesta having a relationship with Ember and Bryce and Tamlin slowly recovering from his trauma post-ACOSF are top of the list. Why I want to read this? I think Nesta could benefit a lot from having a good mother in her life; her life was molded by her abusive mother, and she has so few people in her life who stand up for her. And Bryce humbling the shit out of everyone IC and being Ember's daughter? Bestie potential fr. Tamlin recovering from his trauma post-ACOSF? Because I think he has been done dirty by SJM and I would like to feel his struggles first-hand. I don't feel like I'm qualified enough to write about this though (not the skill of my writing, but it's a heavy topic). Also, I have too many WIPs.

Things in my current fandom that I want to write about but I don't think anyone will be interested but me: honestly i THOUGHT my Azriel-Beron mating bond idea would be unpopular, but it is getting a SURPRISING amount of traction recently so guess who's writing it for sjmvillainweek???

You can recognize my writing by: I'm a very emotional writer first and foremost; I like writing emotionally charged scenes and allowing you inside the character's head so you can really see how powerful their emotions are.

My most controversial takes:

Some time ago I would've said it's that Feysand-Nessian-Elriel are the absolute worst ships in the fandom, but I don't think that's a controversial take anymore; the people are realizing.

So maybe my most controversial takes are:

Azriel ain't all that, he is infantilized too much by the pro and anti side of this fandom and it's ridiculous that he gets so much love for literally doing nothing. He's like that mediocre guy who nobody expects shit from so the one time he actually DOES do stuff he is treated like a celebrity. He is whiny when most of his problems are self-made, which is highly irritating. He's a total creep and he's got a LONG way to go before he is in any way worthy of Gwyn.

Tamlin should no longer be a High Lord. I was honestly surprised this was such a controversial take, but I think I've surrounded myself with loads of pro-Tamlins. Obviously I want him to ensure the future of Spring before he abdicates, but being a High Lord is something that truly made him miserable, especially as of ACOSF. We might not have been having this conversation had he remained as he was in book 1, but the truth is he is no longer the same guy he once was and I simply don't see how SJM is going to bring him back. I'd rather he live in peace than be SJM's plaything.

Favorite tropes:

Black cat girlfriend-golden retriever/doberman boyfriend

Literally anything regency-related

Forced Proximity, rivals to lovers (enemies to lovers is a bit much for me I think)

Current writing mood: 5 because I can write loads of short snippets but actually putting together a story is rough for me rn

Fandom frustration:

Honestly, fandom hierarchies. Some people are obsessed with follower count and catering their content to appeal to a wider audience and while I think that's fine to an extent, we have people trying to lord themselves over others because they have a couple hundred more followers. Like...at the end of the day, we're all just fucking nerds, tf do you mean you think you're superior?

Also, butting into the opposing side of the fandom. Like, it's different if a post asks for friendly discourse, but when the post is clearly not meant for you, why tf are you trying to make your opinion known? Know when your opinion is wanted.

Also the current threat to fanfiction. Stop trying to buy and sell fanfic tf? We write this shit for free.

Everyone has probably already done this, but...

Tagging: @crazy-ache @sonics-atelier @simmanin anyone who wants to do it!

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"About the Blogger" Meme

@ambeauty thanks for tagging me, love 💕

Star Sign(s): All I know is that it's Pisces. What does that mean really? No clue, never checked.

Favorite holidays: Halloween, even though it's not that wildly celebrated where I’m from, barely at all. But I love watching the craze about it online and participate in online celebrations. Other than that, Christmas, because of food and family.

Last meal: one of my favorite traditional Polish dishes - bigos

Current Favorite Musician: Does Rachel Zegler count? Because I am obsessed with The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes Soundtrack

Last Music Listened To: Marjorie by Taylor Swift and some other Evermore tracks for Evermore’s and Taylor's birthday (Dec 11th and 13th)

Last Movie Watched: in theaters - Renaissance: a film by Beyonce! Blew my mind! And at home it was my beloved Prospect - a watch party + live reaction (screaming about Cee and Ezra) with my friends the Bees on Discord. As Ezra would say, “This is so exciting!”

Last TV Show Watched: I am making my way through a Supernatural rewatch, finished 7x05 last night. I’m excited to finally be on S7 because S7 introduces my favorite female character ever, Charlie Bradbury!

Last Book/Fic Finished: Book - The Rule of Wolves by Leigh Bardugo (right before S&B was c*nceled, not fuckin fair), and Fic - “The Stag” by AFireInTheAttic about Katniss and Haymitch going hunting because I am in my Hunger Games Renaissance era and PapaHaymitch feels are roaming free

Last Book/Fic abandoned: I bought the entire The Witcher series just to struggle through the first book 🫣 the story is good but the way it's written, my god. Why do our Polish writers have to make everything so difficult? All the fat jokes and sexist jokes and misogyny, you can tell these books were written by an old grumpy douchebag. As for fics, I had to drop out of some Katniss and Haymitch fics because they had shippy undertones and weren't tagged right (please people tag your fics appropriately when it comes to relationships, I am begging on my knees)

Currently reading: Book - Percy Jackson and The Chalice of The Gods by Rick Riordan, Fic - “After All We've Been Through” by TheFelineQueen96 aka my darling @ellies-little-gun, an incredible Joel and Ellie story

Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation: spinal taps and bone marrow biopsy for my Titanstober fic I am flesh, bones... I am skin, soul… I needed to learn about this to figure out the balance between medical accuracy and using these procedures in unethical ways/as forms of torture, as I’ve seen done on some TV shows in the past, like The 100. I even rewatched those scenes for inspiration

Favorite Online Fandom Memory: as my bestie mentioned before me, definitely the day we all lost it over Brenton's birthday post dedicated to Anna. I had my phone in my hand when that notification appeared and I nearly dropped it, that's how bad I was shaking.

Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: probably The Magicians for me. I wasn't active in that fandom, only a little towards the end of the show, but I loved it so much and it has two very strong platonic pairs that I was absolutely obsessed with, Quentin & Julia and Margo & Eliot, and I kind of wish I could write for them. Maybe after a rewatch though 👀

Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did: Let me use this part for advertising and say PROSPECT!!! WE ARE SMALL BUT MIGHTY, ALL 5 OF US! Jk there's a bit more of us, but not by much and the movie is incredible. So go watch Prospect everyone!!! Come lose your mind with us over Cee and Ezra!!!

Tempting Project You're Trying to Rein In/Don't Have Time For: My brain is flooded at the moment with Katniss and Haymitch, I already cave in and wrote one fic even though I am officially on a break till January. I want to write more for them and definitely will, but I need to go back to my two ongoing Titans projects. Only my love for writing Titans is currently the size of a dying candle flame and I am trying to stoke that fire up (rereading my own fic to get back to the story) and failing (it's not working, I got nothing)

No pressure tags for the besties @undertheknightwing @legendsofentity @skoulsons @ellies-little-gun @sotvtaughtmehowtofeel @dilf-din

[danpuff-ao3]

ten books to get to know me

Thanks for the tag @wolfpants!! And @consistentsquash!! :D

Tagging: @perverse-idyll, @writcraft, @lizzy0305, @arrisha-ao3, @liladiurne, @bluesundaycake, @cindle-writes, @ripeteeth, @givereadersahug, @broomsticks, @charlotterhea, @ashesandhackles, @teacup-tai, @sugareey-makes-stuff, @mrviran, @yletylyf ....no pressure! Apologies if you've already been tagged or done this! And if you've not been tagged and want to play along, go ahead and consider yourself tagged!

Under the cut cuz LONG. (Y'all know I like to talk.)

The Harry Potter series

....I'm in the HP fandom, so that's probably 0 surprise. Also feels icky due to being written by Terf McTerfington. Buuuuuut. Well. The universe needs balance and HP's power was so great it could only be stopped by Great Evil, or so I like to tell myself.

The series was published in the U.S. when I was 7. I was already a big reader. I was a big reader from the moment I could read at all. But HP was the first series I fell well and truly in love with. I discovered fanfiction at 11, and started writing it at 13. The story and this fandom were there through the worst moments of my life. I'm not sure it will ever not be important to me.

The Percy Jackson series (Rick Riordan)

Honestly, I can't lie, I'm a big sucker for kids' books. They're just fun, dang it. Great literature? No. But I don't read to impress, I read to have a good time, and Percy Jackson is a good time. Also all the related series. Magnus Chase? Trials of Apollo? The Kane Chronicles? Yes yes yes BRING THEM TO ME.

There's a Potter-esque feel to the PJO series. Dark haired green eyed hero who didn't know he had magical abilities? Also the Cabins make me think of the Houses, even though it's more parentage than traits. It's a vibe, okay? And on top of that...mythology???? I'm a big ole mythology nerd, especially for Greek mythology. And let me tell you, I inhaled those books. And I still love them a lot, actually.

The Twilight series (Stephenie Meyer)

To round out the list of "stories Little Danni loved" is Twilight. Yes, I was a Twi-hard in junior high and high school. What's funny is all the modern "this is problematic because Edward is stalking Bella, and also he's a vampire and immortal and there's an age gap!" jabbering is probably what sold me on the story to begin with. Listen: I like what I like, okay? Also: vampire + human? Does that count as monsterfucking? Idk but it's at least different species which ticks some boxes, okay?

Honestly everyone talking about how effed up Twilight is was just a lightbulb moment for me of like "oh. No wonder I was so into it."

Twilight also played a role in my writing journey! In high school I joined a Twilight themed RPG site on proboards. I created a mega evil vampire named Danna Deville, whose face cast was Hayden Panettierre. This weirdly made me super popular because no one else was creating/playing villainous characters. Let me tell you, it did loads for my self esteem. Also it's funny to think about all those old friendships born of "hey let's RP together. I really want your character to torture my character."

Mistborn (Brandon Sanderson)

This one I have big opinions on. On the one hand, I really enjoy Brandon Sanderson's stories. On the other hand, while his magic systems are often highly praised, I hate them. Hate, loathe, and despise them. I'll not say more than that. I don't like to hate on things. And my partner really loves Brandon Sanderson and his magic systems. (I'm just over here muttering about "they eat metal" and have to actively not think about it.) It's just not my jam. I much prefer softer magic systems. Hard magic systems tend to throw me a bit. But Brandon Sanderson sure knows how to tell a story, dang it. He's super creative and smart and has these big sweeping ideas, with all these twists and turns! His worldbuilding is also insanely good.

Mistborn (Era 1) is probably my favorite of his works. One as an overall story (Vin, my love!) But also the connection to my Eddie.

You see, when my partner and I first met, it was in the book section of an entertainment store. Where we stood in the aisles and talked for hours. My very first impression was "who is this goofy man?" and I left the interaction fully smitten. And anxious, awkward lady that I am, my grand plan was to read the books he'd been raving about to have something to talk about. Idle chit chat? No can do. Book talk? That I can do! So I read Mistborn, for a start. Then worked my way through other book recommendations. And now that goofy nerd is mine. All's well that ends well!

The Wheel of Time series (Robert Jordan, Brandon Sanderson)

Once I worked my way through Brandon Sanderson's books, I moved onto The Wheel of Time, which was much more up my alley! I could not put those books down. (At least until I hit The Slog, at which point I still couldn't put them down, but I was mostly charging through waiting for it to get good again.) This was also the first time I tried to not look up spoilers before reading a book. (Blasphemy, I know, blah blah. Look: I have anxiety. Spoilers make my life easier and happier, okay?) Eddie is very staunchly anti-spoiler, so I did my best to try a spoiler-free experience. I made it most of the way through. Towards the end I accidentally spoiled myself on a big event. It was a bit foolishly done but I'd consulted google to refresh my memory on an event from an earlier book, and my Google excursions warned me of a few deaths ahead of time. Whoops. On the whole, though, me making it 10+ books with no spoilers was pretty dang impressive.

Also the book series is great. And I'm side-eying the show a bit. Just a little bit.

(Bonus: the band Blind Guardian has a song called "Wheel of Time" about the books and it's 10/10. At least if you like symphonic metal, which I do.) (Oh, "Ride Into Obsession" from the same album is also WoT inspired.)

Flowers in the Attic series (V. C. Andrews)

The fact that I read this series as a child might explain a lot. Also you should know my mother gave me these books to read. Child abuse, forced imprisonment, murder, and incest? Sign me up! It's all sortsa messed up and dark and to this day it's still my # 1 guilty pleasure series. I like...just don't care. You can tell me how badly written it is or how problematic it is, I don't care. This is the book equivalent to eating a whole bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos while watching true crime videos. This is indulgence, my friends. I'm having a great time, please leave me in peace.

Till We Have Faces (C. S. Lewis)

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Idk what to say other than this book is perfect, I will hear no slander against it, and I really need to reread it, like, ASAP. Another link to Greek mythology this one. Also: I really love Orual.

(Does anyone wanna read/reread it with me? Lmk.)

The Song of Achilles (Madeline Miller)

Gorgeous, amazing, perfect, wonderful. Patroclus/Achilles forever. Ouch my heart. God it's beautiful. MORE GREEK MYTHOLOGY OF COURSE. Also all of Madeline Miller's stuff is stellar. (Circe and Galatea!!!! Read those, too!!!!) I have every feeling on planet earth about this one.

Widecare trilogy (Phillippa Gregory)

Beatrice Lacey is wonderful and amazing and also really messed up in the head. Historical fiction. Little Beatrice is in love with her family's land, Wideacre. And is HORRIFIED and OFFENDED when she realizes that, as a girl, she will not only not inherit, but will have to leave one day???? Cuz as a lady it is her purpose in life to get married and pop out babies???? But Beatrice is ambitious, clever, manipulative, and passionate and she doesn't let lady parts or the patriarchy keep her down!! And by that, she goes to rather dark and taboo extremes. Which I admire and respect. (I grew up watching horror films and reading darkfic. Trust me, I was having a great time with this story.)

Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte)

I stg this book gets no respect. Is this a really toxic, dysfunctional romance? Absolutely. What else do you want in a story???? Oh OBSESSIVE, PASSIONATE, UNDYING LOVE??? GOT THAT, TOO. This book lives in my heart and soul. I can fully quote Heathcliff's speech to Catherine ("I cannot life without my life, I cannot live without my soul") on demand. I have read this book to death, through resurrection, and back to death.

...also it's hella Snarry, isn't it? That explains a lot.

(Also shoutout to other teenage obsessions: The Hunger Games and Divergent. Also the Three Dark Crowns series???? Loved that. Hannibal???? Yes please. Dan Brown's Robert Langdon series??? MORE! Oh and R.L. Stein's The Nightmare Room were the books of my childhood. Oh! Oh oh! And another thing! The Wonder by Emma Donoghue????? Incredible. Blow my mind. Oh and She's Come Undone by Wally Lamb is another case of "this is a very dark messed up story that a family member gave me that I inhaled because I really liked messed up stuff, actually.") (Is this cheating? Probably. But I've been a major bookworm since words even made sense to me, please cut a gal some slack.) (Please don't judge me.)

[epi-and-blas]

I just started posting the first serious fanfic I've written. Its a marauders era fic with a female oc as the main character with Greek Mythology and Gods involved; Thanatos isn't too happy with Moldyshorts and resuscitates a demigoddess to get her to kill him.

Maggie also doesn't like Dumbledore, but loves Minnie and Pomona and Poppy. Maggie is very fucked up in terms of trauma; dying isn't kind to anyone.

Tbh I have been listening to EPIC: the musical on loop, and it is heavily inspired by it. Percy Jackson is also an inspiration (of course, who can write about "modern" times Greek Gods and not have Rick Riordan breathing down your neck) but this is not the PJO world at all. Riordan had to deal with making a book for kids; this fic is not for untraumatized children.

Anyhow; I love comments and people asking questions so that I can hold people hostage and rant, so come and talk to me!!

Haunting Hogwarts (2034 words) by epi_and_blas Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Original Female Character(s) & James Potter & Remus Lupin & Sirius Black & Peter Pettigrew, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black/James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter Characters: Original Female Character(s), James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans Potter, Regulus Black, Salazar Slytherin, Albus Dumbledore, Filius Flitwick, Minerva McGonagall, Bathsheda Babbling, Septima Vector, Severus Snape, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Hecate (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Hades (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Thanatos (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Artemis (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Circe (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), There's more Gods, But those are the main ones, Now for the dead people that show up in various ways:, Ariana Dumbledore, Helena Ravenclaw | The Grey Lady, Odysseus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Penelope (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Telemachus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Hogwarts Ghosts, Rowena Ravenclaw, Hogwarts Students, a lot of them, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Mary Macdonald (Harry Potter), Barty Crouch Jr., and more, Reasonable Adults - Character, Euphemia Potter, Fleamont Potter, Andromeda Black Tonks, Ted Tonks, also somewhat - Character, Narcissa Black Malfoy, also - Character, Death (Harry Potter), The One - Character, the only - Character, Poppy Pomfrey Additional Tags: Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Minor Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Marauders Friendship (Harry Potter), Marauders being idiots, Manipulative Albus Dumbledore, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Ideation, I traumatized Maggie, my poor baby, How Do I Tag, Angst, Fluff, Does it count as major character death if she died before and just has flashbacks?, Can you tell I've listening to Epic: The Musical?, Inspired by EPIC: The Musical - Jorge Rivera-Herrans, Humor, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD Summary:

Thanatos is not happy about the so-called Lord Voldemort trying to escape death; so a Council of the Gods is called and a conclusion is reached: A Demigod Champion has to go kill him.

The only problem: There are no living demigods that satisfy the conditions to be a Champion.

Solution: Bring a demigod back from the dead; whose original body is still around.

That's how Margaritari ends up clawing out of her grave, scaring some Nymphs and meeting her many-times-great-niece who has to adopt her as a granddaughter.

Her plan is simple: Go to Hogwarts, figure out where Riddle has hidden his Horocruxes, murder him violently and go back to be dead where she can be left alone and in peace.

Vomiting blood over a Maurader puts a small obstacle in her plan. (More than a small one, Gods grant her patience; these boys are stubborn)

Also fuck you JK Rowling, you will end up in Tartarus.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

family is first nature

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/57tgSjE by Vully_the_vulpix in which it MATTERS that wonder woman is a daughter of zeus and all demigods are family somewhere or another so as a rule of thumb if you don't know how they are related to you they are your cousin and the entire worlds against demigods so protecting each other is first nature . and a truly good parent is a rarity and they aren't just going to leave them unproteted and its not far for there kid to have to protect them all on there own . so you are my family so your family is mine too . mine to love and protect and care for and the people you fight side-by-side with are always family so if there cousin diana is fighting alongside the justice leauge that means shes adopted them dosn't it and that makes them family and they don't have any ichor at least superman has his powers but hes still vunrable and I mean batmans just a regular mortal for hestias sake que the justice leaques confusion over the way they keep getting MOTHERED by these weird teens beacuse they might be superheros but they arn't demigods and they have to heal the mortal and diana just ... not getting it beacuse this is just what family does and she appriciates the help protecting her strange fragile beloved team Words: 530, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Wonder Woman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Demigods (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Jason Grace, Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members (DCU) Additional Tags: i wrote this beccause I couldn't read it, a dc crossover where diana being a daughter of zeus is acctually significant, in which all demigods are family even if they have never met, and don't know each others names, just becuase it would take too much effort to trace it out dosnt mean they arn't related, cousion can be wonderfully vague if you want it to be, if they arn't your sibling theyre your couisn, the kin of my kin is my kin, the justice league is freaked, where are thease deadly strong teenagers coming from, and why are they helping, Fluff, I suppose this could count as, Crack, or maybe, Crack Treated Seriously, i should be revising, or sleeping, but fanfic is a deadly addiction, this is probaly not good, if anyone wants to turn this into something neater feel free, Rambling Mess, random fragments of a half dreamed universe, blame my adhd, and my autism, can you tell there a bit off, eldritch demigods, But only a little, more like they aren't human, and don't really act like it, unless there trying to hide, I only know dc from fanfiction, please correct my errors, Not Beta Read, I Tried, but please excuse my terrible spelling, more like oulines than anything i think, im just pouring my thoughts onto the page at this point, jason didn't die, either of them, attualy just, Not Canon Compliant - The Trials of Apollo, like plotline wise, i might still use some stuff from there though read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/57tgSjE

[shapeofinfinity]

Do the fandom ask for bandom? Because idk your fandoms sorry ☹️

you can do bandoms if you want!

[n1ght1ng4le]

SAID I’D DO IT SO HERE IT IS!!

name : birdie (preferred), night

pronouns : she/her

star sign : aquarius

# of siblings : 1 older sister (fun fact: she’s a model! /srs)

# of pets : technically 3 dogs, one passed away though :( (RIP jd) the other two are jj and dd! both male

fandoms : lvjy, percy jackson, wilbur soot, greek mythology (does that count?), Brooklyn 99

fav colour : canary yellow

fav song : either warsaw or poabs (both by lovejoy) or oh distant you by wilbur soot!

fav author : rick riordan

hobbies : sport, reading, writing, singing, bass, guitar, learning about greek mythology

fav fic types : dont read em (angst no comfort)

fav holiday : my birthday (selfish ik but its like the one time a year i get to invite my friends over)

partner : i have a bf who i adore with my heart and soul <3 (who does not have tumblr so sad sad :< )

fun facts!!

- i have lazy eye (cant see through one eye, i normally see through my right but tend to use my left with sport (idk, its weird)

- i first learned to sing when i was three and have since then won 4 singing competitions! (i swear im not bragging. okay maybe a little.)

- used to be she/they!!

tagging :

@radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @goosebeing @thereal-yippee @be-gentle-with-littluns

I got bored so here's a little get-to-know-you tag game I think could be fun :3

Name(s)

Pronouns

Star sign

# of siblings & fun facts about them (if you have any)

# of pets & their names

Fandoms

Favorite color

Favorite song

Favorite author (of anything readable-- books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!)

Hobbies

Favorite fic type

Favorite holiday

Do you have any partner(s)? (romantic, qpp, anything!)

Fun facts about you / anything extra you wanna share!

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Name(s): Loki (highly preferred), Elye

Pronouns : they/them mostly, he/she okay too

Star sign: Pisces

# of siblings: I've got 2! An older sister and a younger sibling. The fun fact about them is that they're also both queer; in fact, my mom is too. The only non-queer person in my immediate family is my dad.

# of pets: 4 cats! Phoebe & Frankie are our girls, Lenny and Murray are our boys :3

Fandoms: MCU (kind of), BSD, OFMD, Ranboo (does his fanbase count as a fandom?)

Fav. color: Don't have one

Fav. song: Aurora Borealis by Lemon Demon

Fav. author: Alice Oseman

Hobbies: singing, acting, drawing, writing, procrastinating

Fav. fic type: Fluff, definitely. I am a sucker for well written coffee-shop and flower-shop aus, too. Smut's fine, but only if it's romantic. I can't do angst if there's no comfort.

Fav. Holiday: Hanukkah or Halloween! I love autumn and winter

Partners?: Yes! I have a girlfriend (queerplatonic) who I love very much, and a boyfriend (romantic) who I love very much :]

Fun facts:

- Even though I'm a cat person, I really, really want a dog.

- I actually used to play sports. Because I don't do gendered leagues anymore, I don't play, but I've been looking for mixed/gender-neutral/queer sports teams. Baseball and basketball specifically!

- I started questioning my identity in 2019; I'm no closer to finding a label now than I was then. The difference is, now I don't want a label. I just am. :]

tags: @neonganymede @cha0ticlesbian @x-chiara @exceleo @brinnybee @autistic-katara @gandalfthemorallygrey @ohboyanotherlokiblog @roachandrenfri @ourflagmeanslokius @exceleo @edettethegreat @swiftlyspidey

[maxarat]

Rick Riordan's books are problamatic. They are problamatic in regards to Judaism. This post isn't about this, it's about projection.

So, what does a Jewish demigod do when they're supposed to make sacrifices? Simple. According to Lavinia Asimov, "Pray that it counts as Pikuah Nefesh and see if Hashem would like some nice lamb while you're at it."

Now, who's Jewish in PJO according to Leo's projection? Glad you asked!

Percy is sephardi (and Dominican) through his Grandmother Estelle, ashkenazi through whoever her husband is I genuinely forgot. Leo is also sephardi. The Grace siblings, Lavinia, Selena, and Rachel Elizabeth Dare are ashkenazi. The di Angelos are Italikim, the Kanes are Beta Israel, and Hearth converted while living on earth as "human"

@t4tjackxsally bcs you tag fandom mutuals

[counting-stars-gayly]

No Nuance November Percy Jackson Edition

• Piper never developed a whole personality outside of “not like other girls”.

• Jason didn’t have a personality, period. If you ask any member of the fandom, their immediate reaction is, “That’s not true! He’s so niceeee!” But nice isn’t a personality, and if anything, Hazel [Edit: it’s Nico actually] is the kindest out of the group. He has no unique and defining traits that the other characters don’t all share (aka: bravery, loyalty, etc. don’t count as unique).

• Reyna isn’t actually as cool in the books as she could have been; the fandom just made her cooler.

• Poseidon is the best godly parent (yes, better than Hades) because he made sure to see/talk to Percy rather often and made it clear, at all times, that he loved him. He even attended one (maybe two?) of Percy’s birthdays.

• None of the main characters liked or loved Leo. Piper and Jason said they did but didn’t back it up with action, and Hazel was only ever kind to him out of obligation and confused past feelings.

• I understand why Bianca left Nico with such little consideration, and I sympathize. But it was still wrong.

• Percy is the most powerful demigod; he injured a WAR GOD at twelve years old, with next to zero training.

• In contrast, Percy is NOT overrated, but Rick Riordan definitely made him too powerful in the first few books. He should have grown slowly into his powers and fighting skills throughout the series.

• Clarisse is actually a pretty good character.

• The idea of the hunters of Artemis is cool, but Rick ended up making Artemis and most of the hunters prejudice toward men (some were misandrists). “Nooo, Artemis still helped Percy out and stuff— “ Yeah, she didn’t hate men, but sexism is having prejudice toward a gender and believing them to be less than, not necessarily hating them.

• And does no one else remember that scene in TTC where Percy asked Artemis to let him hold the sky, and she said that he wouldn’t be able to because he was a guy? It didn’t make me feel empowered when I was a little girl, reading it for the first time. It just confused me, since feminism is about equality. If the gender roles had been reversed, people would be more mad about it.

• Sally turning her abusive husband to stone and selling him as artwork for money to kickstart her carreer was even more iconic than Percy shipping Madusa’s head to Olympus.

• Percy not canonically having freckles was the most disappointing part of the series.