#percy clutter

[cephalomon]

trying 2 pick out an outfit for tmrw cus im taking my sister out 2 eat and i feel disgusting in literally all my clothes when will it end

[bitlngs]

Percy Jackson and Jason Grace ["Jercy"] [Heroes of Olympus] stimboard under cut.

percy art cred: Cookiesketches on Twitter[?].

jason art creds: cant find the originals. </3

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[myfairkatiecat]

Y’all my “notifications mute” button is broken so I’m left with no option except to never, ever, ever be funny on the internet

[povbeth]

new side blog :p

[jaydove-writes]

Moving intro to pinned post so bio is less cluttered

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Doing one of those note things for motivation (or notivation because notes lol)

25 notes - I do the dishes and clean out the litter box (done, for now... But these are Sisyphean tasks)

50 notes - I clean up around the house (I did a little cleanup, might do more later)

100 notes - I do a little work on my book (it still needs editing before I can publish it and write the sequel, but I'll do some work on that when my PC stops crashing)

250 notes - I start working on book 2 (or work harder on editing book 1 if it still needs it)

500 notes - I participate in artfight (in the first July after it reaches this threshold. I doubt it'll get there by this month.)

1k notes - I start working on a video game in the Starbourne multiverse. A small one, like Undertale is to Deltarune. I'm calling it Saturn Robe which is an anagram for Starbourne, like Undertale is for Deltarune.

2.5k notes - I start working on my dream game, Starbourne. The one that's the reason I started writing in the first place. (If the small game isn't finished I work harder on that)

5k notes - I dedicate my time to taking care of myself/my partner/my family, and working on my dream game.

10k notes - I become a god in the Tumblrverse (this will not happen)

If you want to know more about Starbourne, check out my other blog @phiction-of-grandeur and my community for more details. My askbox is always open if you want to ask me something.

Here's the first book now:

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ but (brother) i love him ”

jason grace x daughter of poseidon ⚡️

a/n i saw someone wrote a fic with a super similar premise, i swear im not copying them, i just had bad timing of posting this

⚠️ swearing & references to sex and pregnancy

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When Percy’s younger sister had joined the Seven on the Argo II, he hadn't expected to line up any boundaries. After all, why would any of the guys go after his baby sister. Even if she was only a year younger than him. However, that was until a day that had started like all the rest. Everyone had had breakfast that morning, gone over some plans, but when y/n subconsciously put her hair into a ponytail,

Percy looked up, “what’s that?”

Y/N froze as she locked eyes with her brother, “what’s what?”

He glanced around at everyone else. He raised an eyebrow, “on your neck?”

She nervously laughed, briefly looking towards the bewildered Jason, “oh, that?” she smiled, “I fell out of bed and hit my neck on my nightstand.”

“Really?” Percy crossed his arms, “when? That must’ve really hurt to have left two bruises.”

She nodded, puffing air out of her mouth, “yeah, it was yesterday. Let me tell you, it was a doozy.”

“I’m surprised you didn't mention before if it hurt that much.”

“Well, I, uh, forgot about it.”

“You forgot about it?” he nodded, “did you not, I don't know, look in a mirror?”

“Yeah, I was having a bad hair day, so-”

“Oh my gods,” Annabeth interjected, “you guys are actually painful to listen to.”

Piper agreed, “y/n, who was it?”

She stuttered, looking at everyone. Excuses cluttered her mind, not one seeming good enough to tell her brother. She took a deep breath before speaking again, “myself?”

“What the fuck?”

“It was me.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Jason. Y/N eyes were torn between the two boys, she started wondering if Jason was actually going to be murdered right there and then.

“You made out with my sister?”

The blond locked eyes with the daughter of Poseidon, “no- technically, yes, but not just that, I- uhm.”

“Percy,” she added.

“What do you mean, not just that?”

Jason shook his head, “I don't mean, you know, I just mean that it wasn't like a one time thing-”

“What?”

“Percy-”

“Not like that, oh my gods,” the son of Jupiter panicked.

“What do you mean by that, weather boy?”

“I-”

“I’m having his baby!” Y/N finally said. Everyone stared at her in shock. Both Jason and Percy had gone completely silent while the former tried to speak, but was at a loss for words.

“You- what- but-”

She slowly nodded before bursting into laughter, “no, I’m totally not, but you should see your faces.”

Percy held his forehead, “Y/N.”

Jason let out a breath, “that wasn't funny.”

“Come on, Jase,” she smiled, “it was kinda funny.”

“Y/N, that was not at all funny,” her brother responded, trying to stifle a laugh, “as much as I hate to agree with the perv,” he sent a glare towards Jason.

Her smile dropped, “I was just trying to get you to listen to me,” she defended, “have you even considered how I feel about this?”

���I’m just looking out for you,” he responded, “as your older brother, I know what’s best.”

“Oh my gods,” she exclaimed in disbelief, “you're ridiculous, I’m leaving.” She shook her head before running off to her room. She frowned as she thought about how her brother could be ignorant to her feelings. She crawled into her bed, wrapping herself in the covers. She tried to hold in tears as her anger grew. She wanted to scream and yell at her brother about how much the son of Jupiter meant to her.

The door creaked open, followed by a soft, “hey.” She didn't look up as she pretended to be asleep, “I know you're awake.”

She grumbled, “go away, Perce.”

“I overreacted about you and Jason,” he admitted, “I’m sorry.”

She sat up, “you don't get it.”

“I don't,” he nodded, “but, it’s not like dad’s around a lot, I’m the one who should be protecting you.”

“You can protect me,” she added, “but not from the boy I love.”

Percy raised his eyebrows, “you love him?”

She sighed, “I really do.”

He looked away for a second, not speaking, “you should be with him, y/n.”

“You mean that?”

He nodded, “of course, but if he hurts you, I’ll make his shroud myself.”

She laughed, “okay, but I trust him not to.”

“Good,” he smiled, “I’ll leave you alone now.”

Seconds after he left, a blond boy walked in, “y/n?”

She looked up at her boyfriend, grinning, “hi, baby.”

His cheeks turned pink at the nickname, “what did Percy say?” He asked as he sat down on her bed.

“He's okay with us, as long as you don't hurt me,” she giggled.

He softly chuckled, “I won't,” he slowly moved a piece of hair behind her ear, “I love you.”

“That's what I told him.”

The door opened again, “time’s up.”

They both looked up, “what?” she spoke.

“I’m okay with you two dating,” he turned his attention to Jason, “but you still screwed my sister.”

“Percy!”

[hibiscusspunweb]

Percy Jackson headcanons Part 3

-Percy has a siren’s voice. When he sings or hums, the attention of anyone in the vicinity is drawn to him.

-Also, Percy is definitely a huge Queen fan

-Annabeth has a spray bottle of salt water 

-Jason  listens to classical music (he just looks like he would)

-Reyna is a fucking demon at pillow fights for some unexplained reason

-Thalia likes strawberry Mentos 

-Also has a dart board up with a picture of Luke in the center (she consistently hits her mark)

-Leo sleeps in a fetal position 

-Frank likes stormy weather and stratus clouds 

-Also a frequent user of “gee willickers” or “golly gee”

-Will is an avid Beatles listener 

-Austin always has cork grease in his pocket 

-His favorite fruit is the mango as well

-Leo listens to Tyler, the Creator

-Frank occasionally listens to Viking music  (no explanation why)

-Nico loves analog horror 

-Will watches it with him

-Piper HATES harpies after her several encounters with them

-The Poseidon cabin occasionally gets flooded (via Percy)

-The Athena cabin is either really neat and organized or cluttered with blueprints, armor, etc.

-The Demeter cabin figured out how to grow blue raspberries 

-They also grow all kinds of weird fruit 

-Leo makes fake accounts on dating apps for shits and giggles

-Percy once threw an apple at Annabeth and she caught it. 

-The Apollo cabin’s walls are plastered with musical posters 

-Will smells like cough syrup 

[the-french-belphegor]

Finished! Oh man, this took me... two months? Three? So long. But the idea wouldn’t let go, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

As I mentioned before I watched bits and pieces of the 1st campaign of Critical Role before going back to the beginning and watching/listening to seriously (I’m now starting episode 74!), but one thing that struck me was the character growth for all these characters?? So good. And these two... oh, these two. I started thinking I wanted them together any way, romantic or platonic (about... 6% of my ships are romantic?), but as time goes by I just love this ship, where it started and where it ends up in the epilogue. Plus... y’now, a couple of slightly bruised souls finding solace in each other 💜

I remember a fic that covers part of Scanlan’s year and a half away in which he gets... self-conscious? (understatement) about his death scars, if only because, well. They have to take up a lot of space on his body, considering what happens to him in “The Deceiver’s Stand”. (I have this headcanon that the scars from wounds that cause death don’t really fade like other scars do. So what these two have gone through left a hell of a mark. Physically, too. Pike knows a lot about scars, the forms they can take, and the weight they can have. And I wanted to explore her side of things from her own passing through death and resurrection.)

Another headcanon I have is that, once the dust has settled and they have to consider mundane things like immediate lodgings and stuff, Scanlan is the only one who doesn’t have anywhere to go back to: Vex and Percy have Whitestone, Keyleth has Zephrah, Pike and Grog have Wilhand’s house in Westruun... which has an attic that could double as a guest room with many a few repairs. It probably looks way too cosy and tidy for what I thought I’d do, but chalk it up to my inability to really clutter a room (unlike irl) 😅 The little frame behind Scanlan isn’t a random castle, by the way, it’s supposed to be Greyskull Keep. Wonder what happened to the place after the end...

Anyway. It’s 11:30PM and I should be in bed, so I’m posting this and hope you like!

[waltwhitmansbeard]

ok the gentle care list… perc’ahlia and “oh…oh we’re hugging about this okay”

"Oh - okay - we're hugging about this, okay."

Percy's hungry. It's his own damn fault; one day, he'll remember to bring food with him before locking himself in his workshop all night, but, alas, today is not that day. He'd never dream of waking Laina at this hour, so he emerges from his den, bleary-eyed and ready to fend for himself.

The halls of Greyskull Keep are barely lit, just some candles in sconces every ten yards or so, so it's slow going. He's ravenous by the time he reaches the kitchen, which is pitch black. Cursing himself for leaving his lantern in his room, he fumbles around, sure that Laina keeps a book of matches somewhere nearby to light the stove, if only he could—

"Percy?"

He lets out a rather undignified yelp, sending something clattering to the floor. A few moments later, a candle flickers to life, and there is Vex, in her nightdress, looking at him and the knocked-over dinner at his feet with an one eyebrow raised.

He grins, embarrassed. "Ah. Yes. Hello."

"Hello, darling." Her words are light, but there's something off about her tone. "Did you need something?"

He can tell he's interrupted something; he just doesn't know what. "Feeling a bit peckish."

"Mm, yes, you missed dinner. Again." But there's no animosity in it, just general acknowledgement. "Well, I've made myself a little spread, if you'd like to join me." She gestures to the kitchen island between them, which is cluttered with a few cheeses, some strawberries Percy knows to come from Keyleth's garden, and a half-drunk glass of red wine.

"Oh, a midnight snacker after my own heart." He comes around the island to start picking at the makeshift charcuterie board. "So what as you up at this hour? I'm a workaholic, but usually you're rather insistent upon your beauty sleep."

She sticks her tongue out at him, then pops a cube of cheese into her mouth. "Just...couldn't sleep." She shrugs. "It happens sometimes."

He's well familiar with that, isn't he? "Lots of ghosts in the night, aren't there?"

She hums in agreement. There is a minute of silence between them, marred only by small sounds of chewing, and then she asks, "Did you like your father?"

He almost swallows a strawberry whole. "I—sorry—" He finishes hacking before he continues. "Did I what?"

"Your father. Did you like him?" She sips from her glass nonchalantly.

Percy blinks. "I—well—hmm." This was not a question he'd contemplated in a very long time. "He was a complicated man, my father. Not very affectionate, stubborn as a goat, more children than frankly he knew what to do with." Vex laughs at that. "But...I never thought he didn't love us. Me. You always knew where you stood with my father. If he was pleased, he showed it. If he was cross, you knew why." Percy pauses. "To be honest, I'm not sure I knew the man well enough to know if I liked him. He died before I got the chance to understand him as someone other than my father."

"I see." Vex swirls the wine in her glass round and round and round. "My father is an incomparable prick incapable of love."

Percy has no idea what to say to that. He just stares at her, slack-jawed, as she calmly finished her wine and sets her glass down on the island. Then, in the most shocking move yet, she throws her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. He catches her automatically, his hands splaying on her back. "Oh—okay—we're hugging about this, okay."

The de Rolos were never huggers. Too saccharine. Too vulnerable. But the twins were raised differently, he's aware; Vax is always touching somebody, and Vex's first instinct when she's tired or bored or yearning to be anywhere else than where she is is to tip her head onto her brother's shoulder. And that's probably what this is—in lieu of Vax, Percy is Vex's available option when in need of comfort.

So he rests his chin atop her head, feels her shake with sobs, with rage, with careful control, who knows. "You know, your father may not be much use as a father, but that doesn't mean he can't be useful."

"What?" Vex muffles flatly into his shirt.

"Well I, for one, find few things as personally motivating as spite."

Vex tips her head up to frown at him. Her eyes are warm and deep in the candlelight. There's a long silence, and Percy's worried he's stepped in it, but then she snorts out a laugh as her face melts. "You're not wrong, darling." She steps back, and for half a heartbeat, Percy considers not letting her. "A great number of my actions have been motivated by spite, for better or for worse. It can be satisfying, can't it?"

"Undoubtedly so." He doesn't reach up to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, because to do so would be insane. "Are we feeling better?"

Vex smiles. "A little food, a little wine, a little company...yes, I think so." She rocks up onto her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "Goodnight, Percy."

And then she is gone, and Percy is alone with the cheese and the strawberries and the feeling of her lips on his face, a lingering warmth in this drafty kitchen. He stands there, unmoving, unblinking, until the candle burns low, until the chill of her absence forces his body toward bed, toward dreams he is not yet ready to understand.

[cephalomon]

thinking about how all day my sister found every chance she could to remind me, and everyone else, that I am her pride and joy.

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

RRVerse Fandom, Please Hear Me Out...

Message to the wider Riordanverse fandom:

Please correctly tag your fanfics with the correct fandom tags.

I am getting tired of seeing non-Apollo fics cluttering up the Trials of Apollo tag (such as Percy/Annabeth. like. what. they're barely in ToA. why are they there.). If your fanfic does not deal with Apollo, Meg McCaffrey, or the story of ToA or the consequences of it, please do not tag it as such.

I have seen fics tagged as ToA and not even have the MC, Apollo, tagged as part of the cast. So please. I am begging you. Please stop. You have the Percy Jackson & the Olympians - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, AND The Heroes of Olympus tags.

Solangelo writers, you now have the Sun and the Star tag, as well as the All Media Types one. Unless it happens during or alongside something to do with Apollo & his story, please refrain from tagging it as ToA.

And no. I do not think just being Solangelo should qualify all Solangelo fics to be tagged as ToA. If anything, they should be The Sun and The Star tag or even The Heroes of Olympus tag because that's when it all began! However, if, say, it's during The Hidden Oracle or takes place in the ToA timeframe then sure! ToA tag it!

But if it's just like an AU or something that only focuses on Solangelo? Then please don't. It's not ToA then.

This is what the ToA tag looks like btw:

I know, Nico, Will, and Percy are all popular characters, but COME ON. This is Apollo's tag, please give him this! It's so hard to find fics I want to read because it's so cluttered! Apollo's not even in the top three most-tagged characters in his own fandom tag.😒

And look at the gap between the number of fics Apollo's in compared to Percy! A 354 gap! And there's 1,616 gap between Apollo and Nico! And I can say with certainty that not all of those fics Percy - and even Nico and Will - are in are related to ToA.

Meg McCaffrey, the second MC of the series, is not even on the board. And she's a very close second MC.

And trust me. I know a bunch of these fics have nothing to do with ToA. I have scoured the tag many times and have figured that out.

So please, please, please leave The Trials of Apollo tag be unless you are writing for The Trials of Apollo. We are our own fandom and frankly, it's getting annoying having to shuffle through a bunch of fics that have nothing to do with ToA just to find ones we want to read.

Fic authors, it would be such a big help if you could remove the ToA tag from your fic if it doesn't have anything to do with ToA. I know you want your fic to be seen, and use a bunch of tags to do so, but this really inconveniences the ToA fans who just want to read about our favorite loser god and his gremlin adopted sister. ☹️

Sincerely,

A ToA fan who just wants to read fics about her favorite character but can hardly wade through the fics even with the filtering system.

Thank you. It needed to be said.

[howdyrat]

Percy's box - baby teeth

Percy has formed a collection over the years, filling up a box full of items that remind him of all the tiny moments that came from different stages of life. Doing it for Molly soon turned into mementos for himself. It started with Molly, being a busy women with many children to take care of, trying to collect things from each child in different grades was difficult. She would become forgetful and throw it out thinking it was clutter, or didn't have the energy to put it away and it got damaged. Being tossed by an unaware sibling or tired Arthur, the possibilities went on. Percy felt like it was his job to protect the items, he found some joy in collecting things for himself, his brothers, and sister. A couple of baby teeth kept in small containers with chicken scratch labeled names. Most were knocked out from the rough housing (Twins) mixed with clumsiness(Bill, Charlie, & Ron), but in Ginny's case a string and doorknob. Drawings of a stick figure family on yellow tinted pages that showed them all holding hands (Ron). Funny notes made by the Twins inviting Percy to their blanket fort, and small notes left from their dad in the morning written to their mum. Baby clothing folded and hidden away so the treads wouldn't unravel with overuse or be given away. He kept the items in a shrunken box underneath his bed sometimes he locks his door and reminisces about his childhood. There are things from his older brothers that are nestled deep in-between clothing and papers. The paper achievements from Hogwarts and crumpled pictures taken on Arthur's muggle camera dug out from the back of stuffy closets. Percy's favorite item is the hand sewn mouse he made as the Weasley family's pet because they couldn't afford one.

[elisedonut]

Perciver

all the numbers

1. Which one is the better cook

Percy I know I've seen Oliver used pretty often but I like the idea of Percy helping Molly in the kitchen as a kid and so he's just always known more or less how to cook While Oliver is more focused on making food that's good for Quidditch vs like tasty food so can he cook? yes. will it be bland as hell? also yes

2. What their love letters look like

I think the war fucked them up when it comes to letters so even years later anything they write to each other is very to the point and at times even like coded? Like they still sign as From instead of love even years later

3. Which one outlives the other, and how they cope

dfshgfhsgf I feel like this could go either way. But if i had to pick I think Oliver would die first because if they are together Oliver would make sure Percy's taking care of himself but no one not even Percy could keep Oliver off the Quidditch pitch and that's just one accident away from dying I think regardless of how it went down that Percy would blame himself like crazy over it because he'll always find something that he thinks now that he could have done even when its not true

4.What they do on date night

What do you even do on a date night uh ok I think a normal date for them is staying home and doing their own things but just with company maybe maybe they visit Muggle london occasionally and go shopping or something or go out to eat Not the Movies though the dark space and loud noise mix freaks Percy out even though he tries to hide it

5. How many kids they’ll have

Typically for Any Percy ship when I think about kids I do like four? Molly and Lucy then one from the partners last partner In Oliver's case I typically call him Cypress and one that they either adopt or have together a couple years after getting together Who I typically call Leon regardless of pairing because in most situations he's a Gryffindor because I like giving Percy a full set of Hogwarts house kids and i think its funny

6. How they decorated their bedroom

Cluttered but not like super cluttered like it's not a Lovewater bedroom like two desks that always have something going on on top of them I think Oliver has a whiteboard and they have a rug that's soft enough to sit on for when they need to like spread work on the floor I also think none of the other rooms in the house are as cluttered and they spend more time in there then like the living room

7 Which one is the worse driver

Oliver Unpopular choice I know but every time he drives he just gets annoyed he's not flying and that makes him drive worse

8. What they argue about

Either Weasley Drama or one of them not taking care of themself

9. Which one swears more

Percy but if you asked anyone but Oliver they would say Oliver because Percy mostly swears at home or in the presence of friends

10. What TV shows they watch together, and which ones they hide from the other

I think they listen to Quidditch games together I have no idea what was airing around the 2000s so my brains drawing a blank I like the idea of Percy watching cartoons because their simple to turn his brain off to

11. What their first impression was of each other

I like the idea that they meet later on the first day vs on the train because Bill and Charlie had Percy sit with them so by the time they meet Oliver already knows Charlie Weasley is the Quidditch captain so his first thought is just more about Charlie then Percy Percy thought he was loud

12. What they do for their anniversary

Dinner at home honestly maybe they just don't leave the house all day in an attempt to the other relax typically this fails

13. Which makes a bigger deal of birthdays

about their own? they make more of a deal about one another's Percy doesn't really think much of his own and Oliver loses sight of the date of his pretty much every year

14. What nicknames they call each other

Ollie + Perce it's basic but i love it every time

15. What they would change about each other

I think would both want the other to rest more but would be very >:c no if they heard the other say that

[galaxiasgreen]

🌌 Writer Interview Game

Thank you for the tag @morelikeravenbore!! This was fun 💚

When did you start writing?

From a very young age. I used to write stories and read them to my class (even after the bell went, sorry y'all I was THAT bitch). I started writing more seriously at age 17.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write? 

I gravitate towards sci-fi/ fantasy more than anything else, although my reading taste has broadened a lot as I've aged, so I'll usually read anything that interests me. Ironically I don't tend to read a lot of sad books, even though a lot of my work is chock-full of angst.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often? 

I used to be able to emulate Rick Riordan's light-hearted, humorous narration. When I wrote Percy Jackson fanfic people often joked I was him in disguise 😂 I've since developed my own voice now.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space? 

Just my desk. It's a bit cluttered rn. If it's hot I'll work on my laptop by a window. Sometimes I write at work too, sssshhh.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Music, and exercise. Going on a walk with some heavy metal blasting in my ears usually wakes it up.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

I love characters who hit absolute rock bottom and claw their way back up. I also like bittersweet endings; I feel they most represent the ups and downs of real life. Feelings of self-inadequacy and struggling to belong as well.

What is your reason for writing?

It's compulsive, I have to do it. I also struggle to put my thoughts into words, which makes verbal communication very difficult and draining for me (afaik I don't have a condition), so writing is the way I reclaim my voice.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

When readers catch little details or retroactively notice foreshadowing! It's so gratifying when something you sneak in gets noticed.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

If I can allow someone an opportunity to escape to another world, find understanding in a character or scenario or simply have fun, I will be thankful.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Character arcs of development with a little flair for drama. Also action scenes – difficult to start, but once I get in the swing of things I love 'em.

How do you feel about your own writing?

Depends on the day 😂 I go through the typical cycle of 'this is amazing' to 'this is shit' and back, like every writer does lol. I'm much better than I used to be, but I also know I can always improve.

NP tags: @mianeryh @writingannyred @polarisgreenley @thetotomoo 💚

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

#edward teach#im an adhd ed truther & this is so fucking true.#also shows how you view people w/ adhd if you’re specifically using it as an excuse to do this. (via @ourflagmeanscatboy on this post by @jaskierx)

I don't want to derail a post about racism, but I do feel like this shit needs to get talked about.

Because people will say literally the most deranged shit about Ed. I've heard the idea that he's gonna lose interest in Stede because he views people as hyperfixations floated. He's volitile and unstable (citation needed) he's messy (but he thinks pets befoul the ship and he couldn't believe he was living like this after letting Stede's cabin get covered in maybe a weeks worth of depression clutter) he needs a minder (despite constantly minding other characters). And all of that shit when pointed out as racist invariably gets explained away with "but I think he has ADHD"

And it's like, first of all that's a headcannon you have, where as his race is very much cannon. so I think even if you have the adhd headcannon, which to be clear, I do, you still need to lend more credence to the marginalized identities that are in fact cannon about him. That's not to say that these two things are contradictory it's just to say that you need to treat your headcannons about a character of color with awareness for how their race overlaps with other identities they might have and how their race might be impacting their behavior, and how projecting issues onto them, even if those issues are things you yourself struggle with, might be perceived by fans of color who are already constantly fielding racism both in fandom and in their every day lives.

but second of all, and I cannot stress this enough, yall are ableist as fuck.

Like, I simply do not know how to explain to you people that Ed losing Interest in Stede like that would not be a symptom of ADHD because treating PEOPLE like HYPERFIXATIONS is not a symptom of ADHD. If someone loses interest in you because they have adhd, and I feel like I've said this before, one of three things happened. A. they did not lose interest in you they are just forgetful and do not experience friendship decay so they think you are still friends, B. You were never a friend to begin with you were someone they exclusively did their hyperfixations with, or C. you are blaming the ADHD for something completely unrelated friendships fall apart all the time.

And it's like that example is just the most egregious. half the time when I see ADHD headcannons nobody's talking about like... Ed picking up a brand new activity on a whim, or him tattooing himself because he's experiencing the evil boredom. It's all gotta be traits contradicted by canon. And often it has to be about pain and suffering, and often it really just feels like an excuse to make up bullshit about Ed while beating the racism allegations.

and there's two enormous issues with this. The first one is that if you're gonna have a headcannon about a character you have to figure out how to apply the headcanon to that character without making up a brand new guy. Ed is in the 99th percentile in terms of executive function. His executive functioning skills are genuinely a strength for him. He can't stand mess and he keeps a clean ship, he doesn't get angry unless directly provoked. He also has a large number of shitty tattoos on his person, he stims, he's probably got some hyperactivity going on, and some emotional dis-regulation in terms of managing his disappointment and catastrophising. You have to actually look at the character and figure out what cannon things translate into ADHD and what adhd traits are contradicted by cannon and if you're just hollowing him out and putting an ablist idea of ADHD in as a stand in for a personality.

Like.. ok. My favoriate cannon ADHD rep in the world is the Percy Jackson series. Every one of those kids has adhd and dyslexia. This does not stop Annabeth from being a very functional character with a million irons in the fire who's an avid reader and a Smart Girl TM. Percy by contrast cannot focus for five seconds especially when you put a book in front of him, but he can think on his feet really well. Both of these characters are fairly realistic representations of ADHD because sometimes ADHD is severe executive dysfunction and mess and emotional dis-regulation, sometimes ADHD is having a million projects going at once in a desperate attempt to beat the evil boredom and sometimes it's being able to pick up new things with relative ease. Different people have different levels of these things, which is why in my favoriate childhood book series Rick Riordan was able to have so many different diverse characters with distinct personalities and have them all believably have ADHD.

But a lot of people who headcannon Ed as ADHD don't seem to be interested in figuring out how Ed's personality is compatible with that headcannon, they just want to hollow him out and give him every symptom ever and it's just like... oh, so that's what you think of us then. got it cool.

[east-from-west]

,,Family, Luke. You promised.''

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The Lightning Thief fight/betrayal scene, rewritten.

TW// minor depictions of blood and violence, one curse word.

(A/N) It's a mix of the show/book. This is not a slash fic. Percy and Luke are both 12 and 19 respectively. All affection expressed is platonic. Please don't read as slash.

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Luring a 12 year old into the woods with Coke. Gods, Luke felt like a monster.

"Come on," Luke grinned as convincingly as he could, "drinks are on me." Luke held up the six pack of Coke. He hoped his face didn't betray his intentions. Luke could see the wary look in Percy's eyes begin to fade. Sugar and caffeine was any ADHD kid's weakness.

"Sure." Percy nods. "Why not?"

'Why not'. What a question. 'Because I'm about to hurt you,' Luke thought bitterly, his smile twisting into more of a grimace that was trying to pass as a smile.

They walked down to the creek were Percy had broken Clarisse's spear. Killing the kid in the spot of one of his first victories made that small part of Luke ache even more. Something in him screams to turn back now, to go shoo the kid off to the training arena or his cabin and just leave. Leave, leave now and not hurt him more than the world already had.

Unfortunately, Kronos' order was clear.

Percy yapped about the quest while sipping his Coke, so blissfully unaware of what's about to happen.

What Luke is about to do to him.

"You sound like you miss it." Luke comments, trying to keep his tone light, but a hint of bitterness seeped in, like a dark cloud marring an otherwise sunny sky.

"With monsters trying to kill me every five seconds?" Percy scoffed, but he didn't sound particularly opposed to it. Luke raised a brow. "Okay, yeah," Percy crumbled and admits with a small grin, "You?"

Luke drained the rest of his coke before answering, looking off into the trees with darkened eyes. "I've lived here year round since I was fourteen. Trained and trained and trained, never really got to be a normal teen out in the world." He shrugged. Luke continued before Percy could respond.

"Then they tossed me one quest and that was it. 'Good job, Luke. Ride's over, have a good rest of your life.'" Luke crumpled the can and tossed it into the creek. Percy gave him a shocked look.

You don't litter at Camp Halfblood. The nymphs and naiads make that clear, with their little revenges on the careless campers who cluttered their homes with garbage. Not that Luke really had to worry about that anymore.

"To hell with it all. I'm not going to be a pawn reduced to a dusty trophy in the Big House attic." Luke said darkly, staring at the crumpled can in the water.

"You make it sound like you're leaving." Pecy comments, voice a very forced casual. Underneath the veil, Luke could hear a bit of trepidation and disappointment in the kid's voice.

Percy didn't want him to leave. Percy thought Luke was his friend, he didn't want his friend to leave.

Luke finally looked back over at Percy, trying for a smile but ending with a twisted grimace.

"I am." He said simply. "So this is goodbye." His tone was dark, colder. Colder than only Luke could be.

Something in Percy's eyes shifted. "Oh gods."

Luke almost couldn't, with Percy's small and horrified realization.

''You will be betrayed by someone who calls you a friend.''

"I-it was you! Luke, it was you?" His blue eyes widened. "You stole the bolt, you worked with Ares to pin it on me!" Percy's hand reached for his sword. "S-so when the shoes you gave me would pull me down into Tartarus, the bolt would be delivered straight to Kro--"

"Careful with names, Percy." Luke cut him off sharply. Percy took a step back, eyes wide with betrayal.

"I am your friend, none of this was to betray you." Luke lied, stepping forward with his hands raised placatingly. Percy uncapped Riptide, clutching the holt tightly. Luke drew Backbiter in kind.

No doubt the kid had gotten better with his sword, and Luke wouldn't be caught unarmed. "Easy. I dont wanna fight. The gods are my enemy, Percy, our enemy." Luke's tone turned soft, like he was speaking to an upset child. "You, I'm here to recruit."

"Recruit?" Percy repeated in disbelief. Luke turned the hilt of Backbiter to show him a glowing blue symbol.

"This is our way out of here. Backbiter can open dorrways, we can stay on the move for however long--"

"Don't say we." Percy cuts him off. "Luke," his voice turned a bit pleading, "The Gods are our parents."

"And what? I'm supposed to love them because of that?" Luke scoffs harshly. "They're bad parents. All they want is for us to worship them and do all their little 'quests'. Their dirty work." He spits.

Percy shook his head, "I met your dad--"

That's all it took. Luke swung his sword, only to be caught by Riptide in very hasty parry. Luke slashed downwards, only for the swords to meet in an engagement. Luke couldn't help but grin.

"You have gotten better. Last chance."

Percy freed Riptide from the engagement and kicked Luke's shin to make him stumble. The older swordsman kept his footing and swung at Percy's head, meeting air as Percy ducked and slashed at Luke's ribs.

Luke gasped and turned away, holding the already bloody cut. Percy froze. "I'm sorry--" His voice cracked out, reaching out for Luke's arm.

Luke hissed and swung around, bearing his blade down hard and cutting Percy's sword arm deep. The 12 year old cried out and stumbled back to the ground, breath knocked from his lungs.

Percy scrambled back, panting in pain and fear as Luke approached his fallen figure, eyes dark with vitrol and violence.

"Luke..." Percy gasped quietly, voice breaking as tears stung the back if his eyes, both from the pain in his arm and the pain of the betrayal. He looked like a rabit cornered as a wolf closed in.

Luke raised Backbiter for one final and silencing blow. Percy yelped and raised a hand to protect his head.

Luke froze, eyes clearing to take in the sight in front if him. Percy, bleeding and panicked on the ground, fighting tears as his blue eyes gazed up at Luke in terror.

He looked like Thalia. Oh gods.

Oh Gods.

Luke truly was a monster, wasn't he?

Luke swallowed back the nausea that suddenly rose in his throat, arm shaking, still poised to strike.

"Luke..." Percy repeats, voice trembling. "I-I know this isn't you. This isn't you, please fight it." He begged, voice cracking again.

'Do it, do it now, he's defenseless, do it, do i--' the voice in Luke's head screamed in futility. Luke dropped his arm, sword falling from his hand as he stepped back.

Luke was a monster. He'd have killed Percy. He'd have killed this poor kid who'd only wanted his mom back from the Gods in the first place.

Luke clamped a hand over his mouth to stave off the rolling sick feeling, tears welling in his own eyes.

Percy didn't ask for any of this. He'd just wanted his mom back.

He just wanted his mom back.

Luke knew the feeling.

"Oh gods, I--" Luke choked, eyes falling to Percy's arm. The cut was deep, already soaking the torn fabric of Percy's flannel. "Ohhh Gods." The older boy felt panic squeeze his chest.

What was he doing?

Something dark and hateful in Luke's heart crumbled, and his head cleared. He kicked away Backbiter and knelt next to Percy. The boy flinched, still obviously scared of Luke.

"Hey, hey, let me see." Luke said gently, voice oh so soft. He gently took Percy's arm, pulling him into a sitting position and nudging Percy's hand away from the wound.

By now, Percy was stunned into utter silence, fat tears still rolling down his cheeks. Luke looked at the cut, gently pulling the flannel off his shoulder and arm. The cut was deep, irritated with red still dripping out of it. Luke felt the rolling feel of panic and sick double down in his gut.

"Oh gods, Percy, Perce, I am so sorry--" Luke's voice broke into a barely concealed sob. He cupped a hand to Percy's cheeks, wiping a tear with his thumb, smearing a streak of red there. "We're going to move over to the creek, okay? Water helps, right? It'll help."

Percy nodded numbly, holding onto Lukes shirt as the older teen dragged him down into the pebbly bank of the small stream. The water instantly flowed up Percy's arm, stitching flesh skin back together and washing away the blood. Despite this, there was still a narly scar left behind.

Left by Luke's own hand. Oh Gods. Oh gods, oh gods--

Did Luke hate the Gods more than he had cared about Percy's life? About Grover's, or even Annabeth's--

His heart squeezed in his chest and he coughed out a sob, pulling Percy in close. "I am so, so sorry. I swear on the styx, I am so sorry--" He mumbled into Percy's damp curls, feeling the younger demigod shake against his chest, hands gripping the back of Luke's shirt like a lifeline.

How much a villian Luke was, to be willing to kill this innocent kid.

Kid, Percy was a kid. Only 12, still practically a baby. Not at all old enough for his level of violence. Especially from the hand of someone who called him a ""friend.""

Luke wrapped his arms around Percy tight, one hand cradling the back of his head. "I've got you, I've got you. I am so sorry, I won't hurt you anymore." Luke whispered into Percy's curls, kissing his head.

"Promise? You promise?" Percy whispered, voice hoarse and utterly exhausted.

"I... I promise. I promise, I swear on the Styx, on my life," Luke swore. "Family. I promise."

Family. Percy slumps into Luke, exhausted and all the fight drained from him.

Luke cradled him close, holding him safe to his chest.

Family. Luke promised.