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aphroditeinthesea · 7 months ago

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“ 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!”

#jason grace #jason grace x reader #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #jason grace x daughter of poseidon #daughter of poseidon #daughter of neptune #jason grace x daughter of neptune #cabin 3 #cabin 1 #jason grace x you #jason grace headcanon #jason grace fanfic #jason grace one shot #one shot #percy jackson oneshot #percy jackson x sister!reader

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the-french-belphegor · 1 year ago

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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!

#critical role #Vox Machina #pike trickfoot #scanlan shorthalt #pikelan #tw: blood #tw: scars #cr1 spoilers #tlovm spoilers #Fanart #GIMP

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waltwhitmansbeard · 1 month ago

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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.

#ask #duchesschameleon #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #my fic #vox machina #vox machina fic #perc'ahlia #perc'ahlia fic

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cephalomon · 8 months ago

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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.

#so many moments today #of love and terror #percy chirps #percy clutter

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apollosgiftofprophecy · 1 year ago

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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.

#plunged into the toa ao3 tag #and returned annoyed and frustrated #so hard to find my boy #so hard to find fics for toa IN THE TOA TAG #like. please. please. i am begging you. please properly tag your fics.#proper tagging also means NOT tagging fandoms that have NOTHING TO DO with your fic #when i write my fics i tag them All Media Types and ToA #because they are about Apollo and the wider rrverse #but i've seen fics tagged as toa and NOTHING from toa shows up in them #NOTHING #no apollo. no meg. nothing.#and really apollo should be the main selling point #if he's not an important character in the fic than honestly the fic's not toa #exceptions are meg-centric fics or a character who debuts in toa #like lavinia or crest or emmie and jo or-#you get my meaning #so i've decided to throw this out there #please please please tag fics correctly. please. i know i'm not alone in this the toa fandom has a hard enough time okay do us this favor #AND YES. i know. “use the filter” and I HAVE been doing that BUT EVEN SO it's STILL difficult to find toa-centric fics!#i'm just. frustrated. it'll be a big help if ao3 writers would do this for us. please. i know i'm not alone in this #please and thank you #percy jackon and the olympians #the heros of olympus #the trials of apollo #pjo hoo toa #heros of olympus #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #percy jackson #rick riordan

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howdyrat · 9 months ago

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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.

#Harry Potter #percy weasley #weasley family #weasley twins #charlie weasley #Bill Weasley #Ron Weasley #ginny weasley #percy weasley centric #collecting a few baby teeth for memories #is that weird- I think that's an everyone thing #all the stuff is a little old and wrinkled #it brings happy memories to Percy

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elisedonut · 5 months ago

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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

#Whoops #meant to save that as a draft fjksdlfj #well brb ill do these #percy weasley #oliver wood #perciver #Elise's Thoughts and Concepts

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galaxiasgreen · 3 months ago

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🌌 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 💚

#writers on tumblr #writing #my stuff #asks #tagging game

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 1 year ago

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#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.

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Chapter Nine - Through Enemy Eyes

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a faint silver glow over the camp as Percy and Leo crept through the shadows. The tension between them was palpable, but they didn’t dare speak. The faint hum of a generator and the occasional murmur of voices from nearby tents were the only sounds as they made their way toward the storage shed.

“This is so stupid,” Leo muttered under his breath, crouching low behind a stack of crates. His borrowed pistol felt unnaturally heavy in his waistband, but his fingers still twitched with nervous energy.

Percy shot him a warning glance. “Keep it down. We’re almost there.”

The storage shed loomed ahead, a squat metal structure with a single padlocked door. Two guards stood nearby, their rifles slung lazily over their shoulders. They didn’t look particularly alert, but the sight of their weapons was enough to send a chill down Percy’s spine.

Leo leaned in close, his voice barely a whisper. “What’s the plan, boss?”

Percy’s eyes scanned the area, his mind racing. “We wait for a distraction. Something to draw them away.”

As if on cue, a distant shout echoed from the far side of the camp. Both guards straightened, their heads snapping toward the noise. They exchanged a quick look before one of them jogged off to investigate, leaving the other behind.

“That’s our shot,” Percy whispered, already moving.

They crept toward the shed, their footsteps muffled by the dirt. The remaining guard shifted his weight, yawning as he leaned against the shed. Percy’s heart pounded in his ears as he silently drew the hunting knife strapped to his leg. One wrong move, and this could go south fast.

Leo hesitated, his breath hitching. “Percy—”

“Stay here,” Percy hissed, cutting him off.

In one swift motion, Percy closed the distance, grabbing the guard from behind and pressing the knife to his throat. The man stiffened, his hands flying up in surrender.

“Quiet,” Percy growled. “If you make a sound, I swear—”

The guard nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear. Percy held him steady as Leo rushed forward, fumbling with the padlock on the shed. His fingers worked quickly, the soft click of the lock opening sending a surge of relief through both of them.

Inside, the shed was cramped and cluttered with supplies, but their weapons were easy to spot. Percy grabbed his rifle, slinging it over his shoulder, while Leo retrieved the pistol. The weight of the weapons in their hands felt like a lifeline.

“Got it,” Leo whispered, stepping back.

Percy released the guard, shoving him roughly toward the wall. “Stay here. Don’t move.”

They slipped out of the shed and melted back into the shadows, leaving the guard frozen in place. The camp behind them was still stirring with activity, but they were already moving toward the gate, their escape now in motion.

Percy glanced down at the rifle strapped securely to his back. The weight of it was reassuring, a solid reminder of their resolve, even if the tension in the air made his stomach churn. His fingers itched to tighten around the grip, but he forced himself to keep them still. They couldn’t afford to draw attention, not now. Not when every second mattered.

He exchanged a glance with Leo, who was fiddling nervously with the borrowed pistol at his hip. The younger boy’s usual bravado was absent, replaced by a quiet unease that only made Percy more anxious. They stood near the camp’s main gate, the towering chain-link fence looming above them, its barbed wire glinting faintly in the moonlight. Beyond it lay freedom—or at least a chance at it. But getting there was the hard part, and every instinct in Percy’s body screamed that this was a bad idea.

“This is insane,” Leo muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the distant hum of the generator. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his dark eyes scanning their surroundings for any sign of movement. “But then again, I like insane. You ready?”

Percy’s expression hardened. He met Leo’s gaze, his jaw set in determination. “We don’t have a choice.”

For a moment, they stood in silence, their breaths fogging faintly in the cool night air. Percy could hear the muffled sounds of the camp—the crunch of boots on gravel as a patrol passed nearby, the low murmur of voices from the barracks. The world felt painfully still, as if holding its breath alongside them.

Leo exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Man, this place is giving me serious horror movie vibes. All it’s missing is a chainsaw guy.”

Percy snorted softly, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease. “Keep your head in the game, Leo. If we screw this up—”

“I know, I know,” Leo cut him off, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Just trying to lighten the mood, bro. You’re wound tighter than Annabeth before finals.”

The mention of Annabeth stung, but Percy didn’t let it show. “Yeah, well, maybe I have a reason to be.” He turned his attention back to the gate, his mind racing through the plan for the hundredth time. The fence was secured by two guards, both armed, and the lock on the gate itself wasn’t going to give way without a fight. They’d need speed, precision, and no small amount of luck to pull this off.

Leo nudged him lightly. “Hey, relax. You’ve got me, remember? And I’ve got the world’s deadliest personality.”

Percy rolled his eyes but allowed a faint smirk to tug at his lips. “Just don’t blow us up, okay?”

“No promises,” Leo shot back, his grin more confident than he probably felt.

Percy’s smirk faded as he turned his attention back to the guards. One of them yawned and leaned against the gate, his rifle hanging loosely at his side. The other seemed more alert, his eyes sweeping the camp with calculated precision. Neither of them looked particularly eager to move, which complicated things.

“How are we playing this?” Leo asked, his voice quieter now.

“We wait for a window,” Percy replied, his tone clipped. “A distraction, a shift change—something. When it happens, we move fast and don’t stop until we’re clear.”

“And if we don’t get a window?” Leo’s question hung in the air, heavy with implication.

Percy didn’t answer right away. Instead, he adjusted the strap of the rifle on his back, his fingers brushing against the cold metal. Finally, he said, “Then we make one.”

Leo blinked, his expression shifting from wary to impressed. “Okay, remind me never to play poker with you. You’re scarily calm for someone about to charge a death trap.”

“I’m not calm,” Percy admitted, his voice low. “I’m just good at pretending.”

Leo chuckled softly, but there was an edge to it, a nervous energy that matched the rapid tapping of his fingers against the pistol. Percy glanced at him again, taking in the way his hands shook ever so slightly. For all his jokes, Leo was just as scared as Percy was. Maybe more.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Percy said, his tone firmer now. “We’re gonna be fine.”

Leo nodded, his grin flickering back into place like a mask. “Damn right we are. Let’s do this.”

Percy gave a final glance around the camp, his eyes narrowing as he calculated the distance to the gate. They were outnumbered, outgunned, and out of time. But for once, none of that mattered. Failure wasn’t an option—not tonight.

With a deep breath, he tapped Leo on the shoulder. “Stay close. And whatever happens, don’t stop running.”

Leo’s grin widened, though his eyes remained serious. “Lead the way, Captain Chaos.”

Percy didn’t bother responding. He tightened his grip on the strap of his rifle and stepped forward, his heart pounding as they began their approach.

The night seemed to close in around them, the shadows stretching long and deep as they moved. Each step felt like a gamble, each breath a risk. But they kept going, their eyes fixed on the gate and the slim promise of freedom beyond.

This was it. Their moment.

And they weren’t going to waste it.

Their opportunity came as Davis, the camp’s wiry gatekeeper, strode past with a clipboard tucked under his arm. His sharp features were illuminated by the dim floodlights around the gate, and his boots crunched against the gravel with a precision that echoed his no-nonsense demeanor. He stopped short when he saw them, his eyes narrowing as he raised a hand to halt their progress.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded, his tone clipped and authoritative.

Percy stepped forward, trying to keep his voice steady and casual, despite the adrenaline surging through his veins. “We were told to check the perimeter. You know, keep an eye out for infected.”

Davis’s eyes flickered with suspicion, glancing between Percy and Leo. He seemed to weigh their words for a moment, his grip tightening on the clipboard. “Perimeter duty? Without clearance? Not happening. You’re not authorized to leave.”

Leo let out a forced laugh, raising his hands in mock surrender. “C’mon, man. We’re just doing what we’re told. Don’t tell me you’re scared of letting two guys like us take a little stroll.”

Davis didn’t so much as crack a smile. If anything, his jaw tightened, and he squared his shoulders, planting himself firmly in their path. “I said no. Get back to the barracks before you make this worse for yourselves.”

The atmosphere thickened with tension, the air almost buzzing with the weight of unspoken intentions. Percy and Leo exchanged a glance—a brief, electric moment of communication that passed between them without words. They had no backup plan, no guarantee this would work, but hesitation wasn’t an option anymore.

Percy moved first. He lunged forward, his hands gripping the rifle strapped across his chest. With a swift motion, he swung the butt of the weapon into Davis’s ribs, forcing the man to stumble back with a pained grunt. The clipboard clattered to the ground, and Davis clutched his side, his face twisted in surprise and anger.

“Go! Now!” Percy barked, his voice cutting through the night as he threw his weight against the heavy chain-link gate.

Leo didn’t need to be told twice. He darted forward, pulling the gate open just wide enough for them to slip through. The metallic screech of the hinges seemed impossibly loud, and every muscle in Percy’s body screamed at him to move faster.

Behind them, Davis recovered quickly, his hand shooting to the radio clipped to his shoulder. “Escapees at the main gate! Lock it down!”

The alarms blared almost instantly, a high-pitched wail that sent chills down Percy’s spine. Spotlights snapped on, illuminating the camp in harsh white light, and shouts erupted as soldiers scrambled to respond.

“Come on, come on!” Leo hissed, slipping through the gap in the gate. Percy followed, his heart pounding as the floodlights swung toward them. The sound of boots pounding against the ground grew louder behind them.

“Stop them!” someone shouted, the command echoing through the camp.

Percy and Leo didn’t stop. They sprinted into the darkness, the world around them a chaotic blur of noise and light. The gravel under their boots gave way to uneven ground, tufts of grass and dirt threatening to trip them with every step. Percy’s rifle bounced against his back, the reassuring weight now a hindrance as he pushed himself to run faster.

“We’re sitting ducks out here!” Leo panted, glancing over his shoulder at the figures gaining on them.

“Just keep moving!” Percy growled, his eyes scanning the landscape for cover. The camp’s perimeter stretched wide, a barren expanse broken only by a few scattered vehicles and storage sheds. Beyond that lay the forest—thick, shadowy, and their only real chance of escape.

The first shot rang out, a sharp crack that sent Percy diving to the side. He hit the ground hard, his palms scraping against the dirt as Leo dropped beside him.

“They’re shooting at us?!” Leo hissed, his voice a mix of disbelief and panic.

Percy didn’t answer. He grabbed Leo’s arm and hauled him to his feet, dragging him toward the nearest storage shed. They ducked behind it just as another shot whizzed past, striking the metal wall with a deafening clang.

“Great plan,” Leo muttered, leaning against the shed to catch his breath. “Really loving the whole ‘run like hell’ strategy.”

“You got a better one?” Percy shot back, peeking around the corner. The soldiers were closing in, their silhouettes stark against the floodlights. He counted at least five, all armed, and all moving with the precision of people who knew exactly how to hunt their prey.

“Yeah,” Leo said, his tone grim. “We don’t die.”

Percy snorted despite himself. “Good plan. Let’s stick to that.”

They didn’t have time to regroup. Percy motioned for Leo to follow, and they took off again, weaving between the scattered obstacles that littered the edge of the camp. Each step brought them closer to the forest, the dense trees promising cover and, hopefully, safety.

As they neared the treeline, the gunfire intensified. Bullets struck the ground around them, kicking up dirt and sending splinters flying from a nearby crate. Percy clenched his jaw, focusing on the rhythm of his steps and the distant goal of the forest. They were so close.

Then, a voice boomed from behind them, cutting through the chaos like a blade. “Halt! You’re only making this worse!”

Percy risked a glance back and saw Davis, his rifle raised and his expression murderous. The sight only spurred Percy to run faster, his legs burning with the effort.

“We’re not gonna make it,” Leo gasped, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own footsteps.

“Yes, we are,” Percy snapped. He refused to let doubt creep in now—not when they were so close.

The forest loomed ahead, its shadows swallowing the light from the camp. Percy didn’t slow down as they reached the first line of trees, branches whipping against his arms and face. The sudden shift to uneven terrain almost sent him sprawling, but he caught himself and kept moving.

Behind them, the shouts grew fainter, the soldiers reluctant to follow them into the dense undergrowth. Percy allowed himself a fleeting moment of relief, though he knew they weren’t safe yet.

“We need to keep going,” he said, his voice hoarse as he turned to Leo. “They won’t stop looking for us.”

Leo nodded, his face pale but determined. “Lead the way, boss.”

They pushed deeper into the forest, the darkness enveloping them like a shroud. The sounds of the camp faded into the distance, replaced by the rustle of leaves and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot. For the first time in what felt like hours, Percy allowed himself to breathe.

But their reprieve was short-lived. Just as they neared the edge of the forest, the hospital barely visible in the distance, a figure emerged from the shadows, blocking their path.

“Nico,” Percy muttered, his stomach sinking.

Nico di Angelo stood before them, his pistol drawn and his face a mask of cold fury. The moonlight glinted off the barrel of his weapon, and his stance was rigid, unyielding.

“You think you can just run?” Nico’s voice was low, dangerous. “You think you can betray the camp and get away with it?”

“We didn’t betray anyone,” Percy shot back, his own voice tight with anger. “We’re trying to survive.”

“Survive?” Nico scoffed, his finger twitching on the trigger. “You’re throwing away everything this camp stands for. Everything we’ve built.”

“It’s built on lies,” Percy said, stepping forward despite the gun pointed at him. “On hatred and control. Open your eyes, Nico.”

“Don’t you dare lecture me!” Nico snarled, his voice rising. “You have no idea what it’s been like. What I’ve been through. This camp saved me.”

“No,” Leo interjected, his voice sharp. “It brainwashed you.”

Nico’s gaze snapped to Leo, his eyes blazing with fury. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know enough,” Leo said, his hand resting on the pistol at his hip. “I know this isn’t you, man.”

Nico’s grip on his gun tightened, and Percy’s heart raced as he saw the barrel shift toward Leo. “Stop!” Percy shouted, raising his hands. “Nico, don’t—”

The shot rang out, startling the forest into silence. But it wasn’t Nico who fired.

Percy lowered his rifle, his hands shaking as he saw the blood blooming on Nico’s sleeve. The younger man stumbled back, clutching his arm with a pained gasp.

“Stay down,” Percy said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.”

Nico glared at him, his face pale but defiant. “You’ll regret this,” he hissed.

As Percy and Leo prepared to slip away into the forest, Nico leaned heavily against a tree, blood seeping through his fingers as he clutched his wounded arm. His face was pale, a mix of fury and determination burning in his dark eyes. Despite the pain, he refused to show weakness.

“You don’t understand,” Nico spat, his voice trembling but fierce. “You think this place is evil? It’s order. It’s survival. You’re just too blind to see it.”

Percy glanced down at Nico as the boy slumped heavily against his shoulder. His breaths were shallow, his face slick with sweat and blood. Even in his weakened state, his lips curled into a bitter sneer.

“They’ll kill me,” Nico rasped, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with venom. His dark eyes flicked to Percy, sharp even through the haze of pain. “You think you’ve saved me? You’ve signed my death warrant.”

“They don’t waste supplies,” Nico continued, his voice gaining a desperate edge. “If you’re weak, if you’re broken—they’ll put a bullet in your head before they’ll waste a bandage. It’s efficiency. It’s survival.”

“Survival?” Percy repeated, his voice cold. “That’s not survival, Nico. That’s murder.”

“You don’t get it,” Nico spat, though his words came out weaker with each breath. “They’re building something bigger. Something better. It’s not about me—it’s about what’s best for the whole. I knew that. I—”

His words faltered as his knees gave out. Percy adjusted quickly, hoisting him up with a grunt. Nico let out a choked sound of frustration, his head hanging forward. “You don’t understand,” he muttered. “You’ll never understand.”

Leo, walking just ahead, turned and fixed Percy with a hard look. “You’re really sure about this? He’s still brainwashed, Percy. Still sold on the whole ‘greater good’ garbage.”

Percy’s jaw clenched as he kept moving, his boots crunching over fallen leaves. “I’m not letting him die because of what they did to him.”

“I’m not brainwashed,” Nico hissed, his voice like a knife’s edge despite the pain dragging him down. “I believe in them. I believe in the camp. They’re rebuilding the world, and you—” He tried to lift his head, his dark eyes boring into Percy’s with pure spite. “You’re just running away. You’re cowards.”

“Cowards, huh?” Leo barked a sharp laugh, though there was no humor in it. “You’ve got a funny way of talking about the guys dragging your sorry ass out of the woods instead of leaving you for dead.”

“They’ll find me,” Nico ground out. “And when they do, they’ll kill me for failing. But they’ll come for you too. You won’t get away.”

Percy exchanged a look with Leo. Nico’s words were laced with conviction, but underneath the defiance, there was fear. It wasn’t just pain making his voice tremble—it was the certainty of what awaited him if he went back. Percy exhaled slowly, shaking his head. “Then you don’t go back.”

Nico let out a hollow, humorless laugh. “And do what? Die with you? There’s no running from them.”

Leo threw up his hands, his frustration palpable. “You hear this, man? He’s ready to die for them. And you still want to save him?”

“Yeah, I do,” Percy snapped. He adjusted Nico’s weight again and looked Leo dead in the eyes. “Because he’s not thinking straight. And even if he was—he’s still a kid, Leo. I’m not leaving him to get executed because he bought into their lies.”

Leo muttered something under his breath, shaking his head as he trudged on ahead. Percy glanced down at Nico, who had gone quiet. His head lolled slightly, his face pale and drawn, but his lips were pressed into a thin, angry line.

“You’ll regret this,” Nico whispered, his voice faint now, like he was barely clinging to consciousness. “You’ll regret… everything.”

Percy didn’t respond. He just kept walking, his jaw set, the hospital looming closer with every step.

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