#mer!Percy

[scarlet-sam-chaos]

pov: you're a son of poseidon, getting out of the waters and seeing the sun for the first time

[pain-is-too-tired]

No Crying 'Til The Sun Comes

More fairy Will au!

This au's version of the Williamsburg Bridge battle ^^

Still not completely sure of Percy's design for this au, but he's some type of mer creature ^^

The battle took place over a gorge and its bridge, Michael had led his siblings to stand their ground though they were weakened by the night. He convinced Percy to break the bridge, but the water that knocked him off made him and his wings to heavy set to fly up before he disappeared into the gorge. His plan worked, but he was never found by the rest of his siblings and allies.

[elisedonut]

See friends this is why I've been taking pictures before putting them in the oven

i broke his tail :c

i was trying to fix his positioning a bit while he was warm since i forgot about the fact that when clay starts to cook it like slumps a bit? anyway i got overzealous and broke him

but its ok he is being glued as we speak

he will just forever be longingly looking at the stars while Marcus only has eyes for him

but anyway i decided to make a mer!percy figure and actually attempted to make Marcus to

"why is he so small?"

real answer

my lack of skills i made percy too big and didnt notice until putting him on the rock

answer i just made up?

Mers are just really big because it's fun

[aki-bara]

😤 look at it. Look!!! It's freaking amazing.

Would you consider drawing a mer!Percy for MerMay? And maybe Nico is there too? I love your style!

Ooooo I love the idea of Mermaid Percy!! I kept thinking about the little mermaid movie lol but of course I gotta give it a like sprinkle of percico 🥰 Thanks for the awesome art recommendation! Drawing Mermaid Percy was soo fun!! Hope you like it! 💖💖

Mermaid! Percy and Prince! Nico 🌊☠️

[ravenconspirac3]

Your welcome >:>

So I apperently am in charge of keeping track of a certian meter, and I recently added a new thing to it so, here ya go!! *totally innocent smile*

(The characters are from @ggabraxas)

[ggabraxas]

in a hyperthetical modern au, what tv shows or music you think your characters would like?

Oh this is such a question.

MerSMP: Gyn I feel would really enjoy shows like Blue-Eyed Samurai and other action & romance shows. Lots of animated TV. He'd also really enjoy more melancholy music and ballads. Think Livingston and Imagine Dragons.

BoundSMP: Armor likes rock. Metal, soft rock, hard rock, doesn't matter. The thrill of an electric guitar bewhimsies him- think Black Veil Brides and Bring Me The Horizon. As far as shows I think he's the type to enjoy things like Voltron and Power Rangers. And also the obvious answer of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

SiegeSMP: Percy I feel would like the softer music! More folk-sounding, light guitars, bouncy vocals. Think The Oh Hellos and Crane Wives. I also think he's the type to enjoy the classic Disney movies- think Bambi, Sleeping Beauty, etc.

Wild West SMP: Draxas likes dark country and phonk. Think WITCHZ and Poor Man's Poison. For other media I think he'd be really into How To Train Your Dragon, just everything about it. Really any sort of Dreamworks thing he'd be into.

[mediumgayitalian]

The Great Current is, as most things in Hades’ domain, expressly forbidden.

The Surface is iffy grounds. If Nico is feeling strong enough to brave his father, he may attempt to convince him to allow him up on the ice sheets long enough to catch some of the sun, unbidden, even as he is burned by the winds. If he is lucky he will have the time to watch the penguins as they tussle, leaping and bounding down their steep slides. If he is luckier Hades will allow Hazel to come with him, and he will poke her in the ribs, teasing, one when of the nestlings waddles after its father, tripping down the slope and rolling into a feathery birdball. On his luckiest days she will shove him tail over fin as she cursesinto a half-frozen ravine, cackling as he shrieks his promise for revenge.

Neither have them have been to the Surface in a some time.

It’s hard in the winters, he knows. Air whistles away the sun’s warmth so quickly, as flighty and biting as a dolphin, and to be beached upon the ice sheets in the dark is to die buried and forgotten under the snow, too far gone even too pay the due rites. But even the dry and barren ice sheets are a mercy compared to beyond the Great Current. As much as Nico chafes under Hades’ frozen glare and icicle rule, his strictness is protective. He has swum the wide expanse outside of the Underworld; endured the desert endlessness, the scarcity, the risk. Here m, within the boundaries of the Current, the boundaries in which Hades as confined them, they have plenty. Here there is no surface untouched. Here there is ice and cold and silent, endless stillness, but never emptiness. Inside the Current, inside the castle walls, is safe.

Nico peers around the castle wall. A small hole in the ice-crust allows a beam of sunlight, brightening the grounds significantly more than inside, bouncing and twinkling off the frozen pillars. Many of the bottom feeders have retreated away from it, slinking into the shadowy corners, but a minke whale floats near the surface, basking in the heat. Her warped shadow leads a trail across the grounds to a small-mouthed tunnel — more of a crack in the ice sheets than anything.

She catches sight of Nico’s lingering form, raising a lazy brow. He shrugs — minkes, unlike his father’s favoured starfish, know to mind their own — and smiles sheepishly. She holds his gaze for a moment, blinking long and slow, and then begins carelessly floating upwards towards the square. With every inch, her shadow grows larger, darker.

Nico grins.

As fast as he dares, mindful of the chattery crabs still hiding along the edges of the seafloor, Nico darts across the path, keeping every stroke of his tail short and shallow to remain within the minke’s shadow. She, for her part, takes an extra-long breath, cheekily enjoying the sweet air of the wintery Surface, remaining up top until Nico is curled entirely in the tiny crack, careful to tuck his fins against the ice walls.

“Thank you,” he whispers, poking his head out.

She shifts, humming low and rumbly. She begins her descent, slower even than her climb to fresh air, and winks when she is low enough to be eye level. Nico waves one more time before turning and rushing, careful not to get stuck between narrow walls, through the tunnel. The ice is slick enough to almost push him through, which is as fun as it is disorienting. The isopods hadn’t mentioned that when he’d asked for directions, but he supposes they’re not quite big enough to notice. Nor are they very smart, so Nico will have to take the sacrifice. The crabs would have surely tattled to his father after one too many questions.

He’d worried, in the weeks he’d planned this, that he would grow tired in the middle of the tunnel and die, hands outstretched, trying to wiggle his way out either end. Usually during long swims he can simply float somewhere to rest, or lie against the back of a blue whale if there’s one around. (Aside from the scratchy barnacles a whale ride is almost pleasant.) But the tunnels are thin and long, and colder than the regular waters. If he pauses to catch his breath, how long would he have before the blood moved too sluggishly in his veins; before eternal sleep would pull as he used to on Bianca’s sweeping fins? A question he’d save usually for Seph, on her kind days, but they’d been few and far between. Lately the cold has made her irritable.

Thankfully, his worries had been unfounded. Energy thrums unusually in the cavity of his chest, pounding along with the erratic beat of his heart. Even if he grew tired the endless twitches of his tail would surely propel him forward enough to eventually escape the tunnel’s narrow confines. Even moreso when the end of the tunnel begins to grow brighter, burning his pupil-blown eyes — he’s close. Bright enough to be blue, the isopods had promised; nothing but sun past the widest expanse of the ice. Sun and churning, twirling water, disturbed flurries of floor flakes.

His heart grows loud enough to echo, with every swish pushing him closer to the exit.

When the tip of his head breaches the narrow end of the passage, he hesitates. The tunnel has widened, now, wide enough that he can just barely bend his tail up under him, fins brushing gently on the round icy walls. His hair has escaped from his tie in his rapid drag against the ice and it floats around his head, now, inky against the startling bright blue of the definitely-warmer water.

The stories his father would warn of him, when he and his sisters were young. The stories he still tells, when he catches Nico watching out the castle windows. Of snarling mers and sharpened coral, of flesh-feasters, of endless grudges. Of monsters from the depths and water hot enough to boil a mer alive.

He is fabricating. Or at least exaggerating; that kind of danger cannot be so adequately held behind a border. Not for so long.

Other mers must be gone by now, mustn’t they? So much fighting, so many wars…wiggling migration lines and danger after danger…endless scarcity of food, of shelter…even the relentless beat of the sun, with no ice for shelter. How could they survive? Seph braves the Current to pay her respects, as is her duty. The restless dead are worth the risk of the living; they demand that respect. But had her kin lain inside the Current, she surely would never breach it. She charges under Hades’ strictness, sours under his chains like the rest of them, but she returns. With great harry, usually. The Underworld is the only place the Ocean will accept his kind; will welcome them.

But a visit is, Nico is sure, warranted.

Without another lingering second to talk himself out of it, Nico darts forward. The moment he is free from the close-cropped ice walls he can feel the difference, the beat of the sun pressing into his skin, the giggling warmth of the shallow waters. The unbelievable blue of the water makes him lighter, makes the near-translucence of his skin even more obvious, the dark of his hair almost navy. He spins, once, to watch his scales catch the light, his fins flare out and swirl against each other in a spiral as dizzying as snail shells. The smile on his face is wide and unbidden, ache pulling at his cheek, and he can’t help quiet laughter, carried away by the roar of the Current.

He’s hardly a few dozen sponge-lengths from home, but he feels as if he’s woken up from a dream, floating within a brand-new planet.

All the worries that had plagued him burn to melting lava in the bright heat of the sun. They have no place to fester here, in the shimmering light, the roaring water. The flakes from the seafloor shoot upwards in a constant stream, unrested by the rapidly cycling streams, and they catch the sunlight in little burst of light, dotting Nico’s skin. He’s seen snow like this only in the deadliest of Surface storms, watched safely from the thinnest sheets of ice in the top of his father’s castle, but it is beautiful without the barrier; delicate.

There is no one beyond the Current. Only pods of dolphins, at this time of year, and the beautiful, brainless fish they brag of teasing; graceful whale sharks and pretty pink corals. Nico won’t stray too far. He only needs shells, glittering and iridescent, and a moment in the open sea. Hardly longer than a minute, really.

He needs to feel it. For himself. To say that he’s done it, if nothing else, to remember in his own head that there is somewhere outside his father’s domain.

With a resolute, steady nod to himself, Nico swims towards the Current.

It gets louder as he approaches. The churned-up snow gets thicker, too, so much so he swims nearly blind, and he is grateful for it. Much harder to back away from a threat he can hardly evaluate. He lets himself sink into it all, the roar of the current, the tickle of the flakes, the thick presence of them in the water, the lovely, bubbling warmth. They swirl around him, a pressurized swell of constancy, and drag him forward, swirling hands of promise, if chainbreakers, of swelling breaths of freedom. He churning current whips him around and he rides through it with all the bravery he can summon, loose somewhere in the expanse of his skull, churning identically to the water in the echo of his chest. He forces his tail to rest loosely, to ride along where the water takes him; swimming, he knows, is futile, fighting against the current useless. There is no force more powerful than the water, no pillar thicker or stronger than ice. The ocean will drive as she sees fit and Nico can only hope she finds him satisfactory enough, that she hears his silent begging, his endless longing. I want to see all I can, he whispers to her, eyes squeezed shut, teeth burrowing into his bottom lip, gills flaring. Please, even just a sponge-length into the open sea. Under the wide, sizzling sun.

It is only after an eternity in the brushing pound of the current that he is released. His skin almost aches with its absence, body reeling from the sudden loss of feeling; his ears, only, relish in the still-constant sound, if at all muffled. His head still spins as dizzy as the hermit crabs he and Hazel used to toss around, chasing after their warning claws and retreating legs. His hair billows in every direction.

Slowly, allowing himself to relish in the sensation, he blinks open his eyes. His fins are the first thing he sees, tangled as they are all around him, reaching far enough even for of them that the tip of it tickles his wrist. Some of his scales are missing, even, torn off in the power of the water, but he is almost pleased at the physical marker of this change. No matter what, pieces of him will have stayed in the Current. Even, perhaps, crossed the border entirely.

In looking under him he realizes the water is still churning — he has not, yet, made it entirely outside of the Current. Water roars in a wall behind him, circling around him in a giant, lengthy spiral. He hovers in the inside of the great churning river; hardly a sponge-length away from fully foreign waters. Once he crosses he has a few hours, at least, before his absence is noted; to swim around, to note, to gather. Or even simply to bask in the sun, swim up the the Surface and breathe air outside of what his father rules.

Smile spreading giddily across his face, he looks up, determined to find the weakest link of the Current wall and swim right through it.

And locks eyes with another mer, staring at him as if he’s a ghost.

[merverse]

i think we, as a fandom, need to make more dark!will solace content

[moodyseal]

TOApril Day 17 - Lamentations of Broken Fathers

I'm not comfortable enough with dramatic lighting to be able to say that this is my best work but oh well

"Who's under the shroud?" you may ask. Well if you reject the bounds of PJO's timeline and use enough imagination it could be literally any of Apollo's children :))))

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

The duality of Olive and Abraxas playing (literal) lovebirds on one server and then enemies on another is so funny to me

[areum113]

After being inspired by some discord discussions on eldritch Percy (black sclera, nails and hands), some idea sketches shared in the discord and Pinterest search for references has resulted in this.

Trying to get back into drawing regularly and feeling confident with my art again.

[moocfitab]

[ Slowly pushes this post close to u ]

... You want some Mer head canons?

(Yes this was inspired by the new lore event )

- Raylan has finally gotten a communicator from Krit, the only people he really talks to on there are Krit, Faye, Theo and sometimes Nel. His background photo is of him, Krit and Bucket, Krit asleep on his shoulder and bucket sleeping on his lap.

- When Raylan first learned that Faye and Theo were sirens, he almost wanted to ask them to use their song on him, just so he could be reminded of Caspian and what his song felt like. He ended up not saying anything but there's still times when he and Theo will be talking and he has the urge to ask.

- Speaking of Caspian- He's started a small garden up where he found Bucket, it's nothing fancy- just a bunch of Red Tulips and Lily Of The Valleys, Just as a small reminder. He'll sometimes sit up they're and pretend they're sitting next to him and just ramble about everything that's happened.. Sometimes he can almost feel them sitting with him- he can *almost* imaging their voices and what they're saying.. It *almost* feel like he's home again..

-Raylan has started going to High tide Village just to wander and talk to the villagers, sometimes he'll even run into Theo and the two chat for a while before either Orion or Faye drags Theo away for something.

- Krit and Faye has started to braid flowers into Raylan's hair, he always asks them to braid either Red Tulips or Lily Of The Valleys.. And once the flowers die, he asks Krit or Faye (whoever isn't busy at the moment) to redo them.

- Whenever it's raining out, Raylan will lay in a wide open space and just let the rain drench him.

- Raylan has vivid memories of Krit when the two were younger.

- Sometimes, whenever Raylan can't sleep but is too tired to move, He'll mindlessly hum a song that Caspian used to use on him to help him fall asleep. He can't remember the words, but he remembers the melody, and to his shock, he'll sometimes sing himself to sleep with it.

- Caspian, Aax and their nephews have been searching for Raylan ever since he disappeared, whenever Caspian can't sleep, He'll watch the stars and try to imagine that Raylan is they're with him... Sometimes, the wind will carry Raylan's voice to Caspian, whenever this happends- he takes it as a sign that he hasn't gotten enough sleep and tries to go back to bed.

- (assuming Soul Bonds exist in this universe) Caspian and Aax can still *feel* Raylan's soul bond to them, they can still feel that he's alive and out there somewhere- they just have no clue where.

...I have so many thoughts and feelings of Mer! Ghaae okay?? I love them so much and I need them to be gay in every universe.

I just want Raylan to be gay- Is that too much to ask for!? /hj

[pain-is-too-tired]

Mer au mer au mer au-

Specifically Valgrace mer au

Mer!Prince Jason and Leo who's a carpenter on a pirate ship(in charge of repairs and such of the ship).

Leo gets swept over board and is saved by Jason who is absolutely fascinated with the human.

Leo does not know how to process that there's a actual merman in front of him and is pretty sure he hit his head.

Ooor,alternately-

Mer Leo and prince Jason who finds Leo in a hotspring cave connected to an area in the ocean with underwater geysers at the sea floor.

Leo being jumpy with a human and Jason finding him absolutely incredible.

Him at some point getting into the water and getting immediately flustered when Leo swims up close to them. Leo immediately worries he's overheating gdhdg

[elisedonut]

Flintley only works for me if Marcus is a little obsessed with Percy

like it doesn't need to be like said outright but i need him to be obsessed in some way or another

it just has to be Marcus fell first

Percy fell harder for me

[aki-bara]

mermaid percy....

pernico is a spice

I hope that means something good lmao,, anyways have some Mermaid Percy and Prince Nico!!

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[the-chronicles-of-a-bookworm]

i need to rant.