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lisalamona · 2 months ago

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(og) Lay All Your Love On Me

. Pairing: rockstar! Poseidon x gn! Reader . Summary: You're a photographer for the band Natural Disaster. There's been tension between you and Poseidon for months. Zeus thinks you two should just fuck. (I don't have enough brain power to make a proper summary, I'll edit it when I get the cnahce) . Warnings: I would say this oneshot is 16+. It gets kinda spicy towards the end. There's mentions of sex and swear words. . Notes: The voices... They told me to write this I feel like I could've done better with this but, you know what's done it's done, I know that If I don't put it out now I'll never be actually content with it poseidon divider made by @vibeswithrenai and taken from this post

series masterlist rewritten version (coming soon)

Lights pulsed in a chaotic symphony, a swirl of blues, greens, and yellows swallowing the entire arena. The energy in the air was electric, thick with anticipation, the kind that pressed against your skin like an oncoming storm. If the massive speakers weren't rattling your bones, the roar of the crowd more than made up for it—a deafening wall of sound that left no doubt about the spectacle unfolding before them.

People had traveled from all over just for the chance to witness this moment, to see Natural Disaster live in the flesh. Thousands packed together, a sea of bodies moving as one, their cheers blending into the pounding bass that vibrated through the floor, creeping up your legs and settling deep in your chest. Some fans screamed the lyrics at the top of their lungs, others clutched onto each other, overwhelmed by the sheer energy of the night. The whole place felt alive, buzzing with an almost tangible force.

Even after nearly a year of touring with the band, you were still struck by the sheer magnitude of their audience—passionate, relentless, utterly devoted. You almost regretted not knowing about them before; it felt like a missed opportunity. But at the same time, maybe that ignorance had been a blessing in disguise. It had brought you here, given you this chance—an opportunity most fans could only dream of.

As the song swelled toward its chorus, you found yourself mouthing the words, the melodies, the slight inflections of the singer's voice etched into your mind like second nature. It had become instinct, like breathing. More than once, you'd caught yourself humming their songs during your downtime, the tunes slipping from your lips before you even realized it. Who knew how many other times it had happened unnoticed?

Your attention snapped back to reality, and you quickly readjusted the lens of your camera, bringing it to your eye once more. The three figures on stage seemed like they were having the time of their lives—energy radiating from them in waves. Or maybe that was just the way the bright stage lights mixed with the sweat glistening on their skin, making them appear almost otherworldly. The music pulsed through the air, vibrating in your chest, while the crowd around you swayed, screamed, and reached toward the performers as if they were divine beings descending from Olympus itself.

One of the three, the vocalist, turned his head in your direction, and the moment his gaze swept over the crowd, the volume of the screaming behind you somehow surged even higher. You silently thanked your past self for remembering earplugs.

Still, despite the chaos, his eyes found yours—and stayed there.

For a second, the world shrank, the lights dimmed, the crowd melted away. He was stunning, almost ethereal, as if the entire setup of the concert existed solely to highlight him. The glow of the lights framed his features in a halo of brilliance, while the deep, inky black of his hair shimmered faintly with a bluish outline, reflecting the colors behind him. His eyes—what little you could see of them through the moving lights—held something you couldn't quite place, but whatever it was, you knew it was something good. Something electric.

Your lips stopped moving. Lyrics left right on the tip of your tongue unsaid. He had you in a trance.

Then, as if sensing the spell he'd cast, he smirked.

The moment shattered, and your instincts kicked in. Without hesitation, you snapped a photo. Candid shots were always great, but this? A direct look, caught in time—that was something different. That was raw. That was real. It communicated things you couldn't quite explain.

Lowering your camera just slightly, you peeked over it—and there he was, still smirking, still looking directly at you. And worst of all, you knew, without a doubt, that smirk was meant for you.

You rolled your eyes, playful but unimpressed. His smirk widened, eyes glinting with amusement before he finally turned away, shifting his gaze to some unseen point in the middle of the audience, continuing with the performance.

You exhaled, glancing down at the screen to review the shot you had just captured.

Perfect.

The crowd behind you erupted again, their voices blending into one thunderous chant—one name over and over, rising like a prayer to the heavens.

"POSEIDON! POSEIDON! POSEIDON!"

The stage lights flickered in response, casting the entire scene in a fleeting, shimmering blue, like moonlight on crashing waves. And for a brief moment, you wondered if this man was just a performer—or something far more.

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"I think tonight went great."

The four of you made your way out of the arena through a dimly lit back alley, slipping through the heavy metal door that slammed shut behind you with a dull thud. It wasn't the most glamorous exit, but you had to stay humble somehow, right? In all seriousness, it was one of the safest ways to leave venues like this—without the risk of being swallowed by a screaming crowd.

Still, you had a feeling you could have walked right through the front doors if you wanted to. Considering how late it was and how long ago the concert had ended, the majority of fans had already cleared out. It was Zeus' fault, really. If anyone ever arrived late or left late, he was somehow always to blame. In this case, though, you silently thanked him for it.

"Yeah, we got to end it with a bang!"

You had been told you'd need to wait a few hours before getting back on the tour bus—the crew still had things to pack and prep before hitting the road again. You weren't too thrilled about the downtime, but it wasn't like you had a choice.

"What did you think, [Name]?"

Three heads turned toward you in perfect synchronization, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They always asked, and you always gave the same answer. So this time, you decided to switch it up.

"Eh, it was fine."

You waved a dismissive hand, fighting to keep a straight face as the three of them froze in place.

"...Fine. Fine?"

Zeus, the blonde, looked as if you had just personally insulted his entire bloodline. His mouth hung open slightly, his brows furrowing before he lurched forward and clamped a hand against your forehead.

"Are you okay?" He demanded, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

You laughed, batting his hand away. "Yes."

"You never say it's fine. You're always all like—" Zeus suddenly slung an arm over your shoulders, lifting his hand like a talking puppet, bringing his voice higher in what you assumed was a terrible impression of you. "'Oh, well, I think it was splendid! Absolutely brilliant! Poseidon is divine! A true gift to the stage!'"

You barely heard the last part, too caught up in the sheer audacity of how he made you sound—like a tiny English orphan boy from some old timey novel.

"I don't sound like that!"

You turned to the other two for support, but Hades merely shrugged, and Poseidon... Well, he smirked, looking far too entertained.

Over the past year or so, you'd grown close to them—not just as colleagues, but as friends. Real friends. The kind that could spend hours together on the road without wanting to kill each other (well, most of the time). You had late-night conversations about nothing and everything, inside jokes that made no sense to anyone else, and a ridiculous amount of shared memories in different cities across the country. They had become your people. And, judging by the way they always included you in everything, you knew they felt the same.

Poseidon was the next to step beside you, his presence effortlessly replacing Zeus as he shoved the blonde's arm off your shoulders and draped his own there instead. Zeus scoffed, rolling his eyes as he gestured toward you and Poseidon, looking to Hades for support, but Hades merely shrugged again.

You stiffened slightly at the unexpected touch, but when Poseidon looked at you, the tension faded. His scent—something faintly salty, like the sea after a storm—washed over you, strangely familiar and oddly comforting. It was strange, really. You hadn't ever seen him anywhere near a large body of water, except for the few times the band stopped in coastal cities for a break. And yet, he always smelled like the ocean.

"Well," Poseidon drawled, giving your shoulder a light squeeze. "I think it's a good thing. Helps us improve, doesn't it, angel?"

His gaze lingered just a second too long. Neither of you looked away.

For a fleeting moment, the rest of the world faded.

Then—

"I heard of this one bar from a friend," Hades interrupted, breaking the spell as he glanced up from his phone. "We could go there while we wait. He said it isn't usually busy."

Poseidon turned to him, giving his brother a thumbs up. "Sounds good."

Just as you began heading in the direction of the bar, a small group of lingering fans spotted the band and rushed over. They weren't overwhelming—just a handful of excited people eager for a quick interaction.

"Could we get a picture?" One of them asked breathlessly, eyes darting between them in awe.

Poseidon shifted away, dropping his arm from your shoulders.

You instantly missed the warmth. The weight of it.

Still, you smiled, already holding out your hand for their phones. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. You didn't mind taking pictures—it was part of the job, unofficially.

But then, one of the girls stepped forward, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked at Poseidon with a giddy, almost shy expression.

"Can I get one with just you?"

Poseidon, ever the charmer, gave her an easy, lopsided grin. "Of course."

You raised the phone, framing the shot, but something about it made your stomach twist.

The way her hand lightly grazed his arm. The way he leaned in just a little closer for the picture. The way she bit her lip slightly before giggling.

Nothing inappropriate. Just too familiar.

You quickly snapped the picture and handed the phone back, forcing a neutral expression.

It wasn't a big deal. It shouldn't have been a big deal.

And yet.

Poseidon caught your eye as you handed the last phone back, something flickering in his expression. Maybe amusement. Maybe something else.

You watched as the small group of fans disappeared into the night, their excited chatter fading into the hum of the city. Zeus and Hades, meanwhile, had gone back to squinting at a map on Hades' phone, quietly bickering over which turn to take next, determined not to get lost.

"Jealous?"

Poseidon's voice was sudden, low, and far too close, making your heart jump just slightly. You recovered quickly, schooling your expression into a smirk as you glanced up at him.

"Not at all. Just tired." You stretched your arms lazily before dropping them back to your sides. "How far did you say the bar was?"

"Three blocks over... there!"

Hades finally lifted his gaze from his phone and pointed in the direction of a warmly lit bar sign down the street before taking the lead, Zeus following close behind.

Poseidon, however, didn't budge.

His sea colored eyes stayed fixed on you, expression unconvinced. He saw right through your excuse—probably already had some remark lined up about how your face definitely told a different story.

But before he could get the words out, you moved.

In one quick motion, you grabbed him by a belt loop and gave a firm tug, pulling him closer. The unexpected action made him stumble slightly, his face shifting in surprise—then, just for a moment, his ears burned red, his breath hitched, and his heart skipped a beat.

You didn't give him the chance to recover. With an innocent smile, you simply turned, still holding onto his belt loop, and started pulling him along toward his brothers.

That seemed to shut him up.

For now.

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By the time you finally made it to the bar, the four of you had settled into a secluded booth toward the back. It was a snug fit but comfortable, the kind of space that made it easy to sink into conversation without interruption. The atmosphere was calm—almost homely—an intimate contrast to the chaotic, electric energy of the arena.

The warm glow of dim lights reflected off polished wooden surfaces, casting soft shadows across the walls. A low hum of voices drifted around the room, but no one was loud or disruptive—just small groups of friends talking in hushed tones, likely regulars who had carved out this space as their own. The only other sound was the faint murmur of a football game playing on a small TV mounted in one corner, though judging by the lack of interest from anyone in the bar, it was probably a rerun.

You sat with your arms stretched out toward the center of the table, your camera resting in your hands, its screen illuminating the dim space as you scrolled through the night's captures. The three of them leaned in, watching as you flicked through the images.

Comments were thrown around—some admiring the shots, others laughing at the more unflattering ones. Zeus, of course, was the loudest, making sure to poke fun at Hades' stone faced expressions and his own occasional ridiculous poses. But as the slideshow continued, one comment, in particular, caught you off guard.

"Why are most of these Poseidon?"

Your fingers froze mid scroll.

Zeus had a raised brow and an infuriatingly smug smirk, leaning forward with one arm propped on the table, hand supporting his chin. Before you could even process how to respond, his expression flickered—just for a second—as if he had been struck with sudden pain. Someone had clearly kicked him under the table.

You weren't sure who.

"I just want to know!" Zeus protested, rubbing his leg and throwing an accusing glance around the table.

Your face heated up, your mind scrambling for an excuse.

"He's the main vocalist," You stated matte of factly, shifting in your seat. "If you have a problem, take it up with the people. It's what they want to see."

Zeus' smirk only widened.

"Are you the people?" Before you could formulate a response, another thud sounded beneath the table—this time louder, sharper. Zeus flinched, hissing in pain as he immediately bent down to rub his leg. "Stop that!"

You fought back a grin, quickly glancing at Poseidon, whose face remained neutral—too neutral.

But the glint in his eyes?

Yeah.

You had a pretty good idea who was responsible for the second kick.

Still, you quickly drowned what was left in your glass and stood up. You needed a second to breathe—to shake off the lingering embarrassment sitting heavy in your chest. It wasn't anything serious, nothing you couldn't handle, but still, your skin felt a little too warm, your pulse just a little too quick. A short walk to the bar and back would be enough to compose yourself.

"I'm going to get a refill. Anyone want anything?"

A chorus of no's and I'm fine's met your ears, so you simply nodded and made your way to the counter.

As you waited to be served, another patron leaned against the bar beside you—a guy, about your age, casually dressed, clearly waiting for his drink too. It wasn't long before you exchanged a few words, just friendly conversation, nothing out of the ordinary. But across the room, someone else seemed to think otherwise.

Poseidon sat stiffly in the booth, his drink untouched, his jaw just slightly clenched. His deep blue eyes locked onto the guy at the bar like a predator watching potential prey. It was almost laughable how intense his stare was—if looks could kill, that man would've dropped right then and there.

Zeus noticed. With a slow, knowing smirk, he leaned toward Poseidon, voice dripping with amusement. "You keep glaring like that, and he might actually drop dead."

Poseidon exhaled sharply, tearing his gaze away and taking a slow sip of his drink, trying to appear indifferent. It wasn't working. "I'm not glaring."

"Oh, shut up." Zeus leaned forward, lowering his voice just enough to keep it between them. "You've been pining for months. Months. Even Hades can't take it anymore."

As if on cue, Hades, who had remained mostly quiet, reached across the table and grabbed the camera still sitting open in the center. His sharp eyes flicked to the screen—a clear shot of Poseidon, captured in perfect lighting, an almost ethereal glow around him. He turned the screen toward his younger brother.

"It's a sign." Hades stated simply.

Poseidon frowned. "A sign?"

"They like you too. And if you need more proof, let's talk about the unbearable tension between you two." He sat back, crossing his arms. "Honestly, it's getting exhausting to watch."

"And those stupid braids! You let them braid your hair like some kindergartener every night!" Zeus threw his hands in the air, exasperated.

Poseidon instinctively glanced down at the braids you had done for him earlier that night. They weren't anything elaborate—just a few loose ones scattered through his hair, with two framing his face. You'd woven small trinkets into them, mostly ocean themed charms—tiny seashells, beads shaped like starfish, a silver wave. He had reminded you of his domain, and you had made it very clear in your choices. And he wore them with pride, he wasn't about to let his brother take it away.

He absentmindedly reached up, running his fingers over one of the charms before looking back at his younger brother, expression almost offended. "They're not stupid. I like them."

Zeus snorted. "You look like a hippie."

Poseidon arched a brow. "Did you look at yourself in the mirror before stepping out?"

Before Zeus could fire back, Hades sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright, enough." He muttered, effectively cutting through their bickering. His gaze shifted to Poseidon. "They won't be there forever for you to tell them and you know that. It's clear that you want to. Stop being the Poseidon that puts everyone at an arm's length and just do it."

Poseidon rolled his eyes, but the lightest hint of pink dusted his cheeks. He brought his drink back to his lips.

Zeus, of course, had to make it worse.

"Or, in better words—just fuck already."

Poseidon nearly choked on his drink.

"Shut up." His voice came out more flustered than threatening, especially with the way he quickly glanced around to see if you had heard that. His blush deepened when Zeus waggled his brows at him.

"I'm just saying—" Zeus continued, clearly enjoying this way too much. "You need to quit staring like some lovesick fool and do something about it."

Then, suddenly, his focus shifted. A girl had just walked into the bar—a striking one, by the way Zeus' gaze immediately locked onto her.

"For example..." He tapped the table once before standing up. "Watch and learn, brother. You'll get to experience it firsthand."

And just like that, he was gone, striding toward the girl with all the confidence of a man who had never once been rejected, not that it was true.

Poseidon exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

Hades turned the camera toward him again, this time slowly pushing it to him, expression unreadable.

"You know he's right."

Poseidon groaned, rubbing a hand down his face.

"Great. Just what I needed—you agreeing with him."

Poseidon huffed, leaning back against the booth with his arms crossed.

Hades, ever composed, simply shrugged. "I'm not saying you should rush into things and have sex straight away." His tone was dry, amused. "But you do need to tell them. It's going to eat you alive if you don't." He met Poseidon's gaze evenly. "You'll know the right moment. And if you don't take it when it comes, you're going to regret it."

Before Poseidon could argue, Hades' phone buzzed against the wooden table, cutting through the conversation. The screen lit up, and Poseidon caught a glimpse of the contact photo—his sister in law's familiar face.

Persephone.

It was almost a ritual at this point. Every night after a show, without fail, she called to check in. Maybe to ask how things had gone, maybe just to hear Hades' voice. Either way, Poseidon had lost count of how many times this exact moment had played out.

Hades barely glanced at the screen before reaching for the phone, a rare, almost imperceptible softness passing over his usually sharp features.

"It worked for me." He murmured before standing up and making his way toward the exit. The door swung shut behind him, the cold night air swallowing his voice as he answered the call.

Poseidon glanced around the nearly empty table, a quiet exhale slipping past his lips. It was as if the universe was mocking him—one by one, everyone had slipped away, leaving him the last one standing. Hades had stepped outside, deep in conversation with Persephone. Zeus had all but disappeared, wrapped up in a flirtatious exchange with the woman who had just walked in. And then there was you.

His eyes found you at the bar, where you exchanged a friendly wave with the man you'd been talking to as he returned to his table. You didn't seem particularly invested in the conversation—just polite, casual—but it still made something coil uncomfortably in Poseidon's stomach.

Before he could think too much about it, his hand instinctively reached for your camera, making sure no one else would take it in your absence. Then he pushed himself up from the booth and walked straight toward you, not hesitating for a second.

"What are you having?"

His voice was low, close—closer than you expected. Before you could react, one of his arms slipped around your waist, the sudden contact making you jump slightly. His touch was cool, his fingers settling almost too naturally on your hip, as if they had always belonged there.

It wasn't just a fleeting touch, either. His thumb moved in slow, absentminded circles over the fabric of your clothes, sending an unexpected shiver up your spine. Your mind short circuited for a moment.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to focus. "Just some water."

Poseidon raised a brow. "Nothing else?"

"Yeah, not in the mood to let you guys drink me under the table again." You finally turned to meet his gaze, expression playfully accusing. "I've learned my lesson."

"It was one time!"

"It was embarrassing."

"It was adorable."

The bartender slid your glass of water toward you, and you took a sip, letting the cool liquid settle your nerves. Glancing back toward the booth, you realized how empty it looked.

"Where are the rest? Are we leaving?"

Poseidon followed your gaze before checking the clock on the TV screen. "We probably should." He took out his wallet and paid the bartender what was owed.

You downed the rest of your drink, letting him guide you toward the entrance.

As you passed Zeus, still deeply engrossed in conversation with the stunning woman from earlier, Poseidon didn't even slow his pace.

"He's married."

The words were spoken so casually, as if it was just an offhand remark. But they landed like a thunderclap. The woman stiffened, her expression shifting in an instant. Without another word, she stood up and left.

Zeus groaned dramatically. "Oh, come on!"

Poseidon, still not sparing him a glance, only smirked.

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The bus was quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine as it rolled down the darkened highway. Most of the others had already settled in for the night. Hades, ever the responsible one, had turned in first, slipping into his bunk with a final check of his phone before muttering a goodnight. Zeus, on the other hand, had collapsed onto his bed with all the grace of a fallen tree, his snores already filling the small space.

Poseidon, however, was still awake—still thinking.

Zeus and Hades' words from earlier refused to leave his head, circling like vultures. You need to tell them. It's going to eat you from the inside out. He scoffed softly to himself. Like it was that easy.

And now, with the bus lights dimmed and the world outside nothing but a blur of passing headlights, he found himself glancing toward your bunk, where the soft glow of your laptop screen illuminated your face.

You were sitting cross legged, laptop propped on your thighs as you transferred the night's photos from your camera. Your bunk was the top one—you had fought tooth and nail to get it, determined not to settle for anything less. What you didn't know was that Poseidon had let you have it, even if he'd never admit it.

As you carefully checked the last of the transfers, Poseidon walked by, already dressed for bed—pajama pants hanging low on his hips, a tank top clinging to his frame in a way that made it impossible not to look. When his eyes landed on you, there was no surprise. Of course you were still awake.

"You still up?"

You hummed in response, not looking away from the screen, even though you really wanted to. "Making sure I don't lose any pictures."

He lingered for a moment, then, with a casual air masking something deeper, asked, "Can I see them again?"

You turned to him, surprised by his genuine interest. "Of course."

With effortless strength, Poseidon grabbed the edge of your bunk and hoisted himself up, careful not to bump his head in the cramped space. You adjusted your laptop, angling the screen toward him as he settled beside you, shoulders almost touching.

The two of you scrolled through the images, laughter slipping between you as you pointed out ridiculous expressions and perfectly timed shots.

"You actually managed to look right at the lens," You mused, clicking through the images. "Which is wild because with all those lights, I'd imagine it'd be hard to spot it."

Poseidon tilted his head slightly, his gaze flicking from the screen to you. "It's hard not to look at you."

You froze.

He had leaned in to say it—so close, his breath brushed your ear, his voice deep and low. Your entire body tensed at the unexpected sensation. The space between you felt suddenly nonexistent. He was always cool to the touch, like the ocean breeze on a late night, but now—now he was warm. Too warm. His presence was overwhelming in the best way, his body radiating heat like a fire in the dead of winter.

Your hands stilled over the laptop. The moment stretched. You turned your head, searching his eyes, desperate to know if this was just more of the playful flirting he always threw your way, or if—

His gaze flickered downward. To your lips.

The air between you thickened, charged, pulling you forward before you could think better of it. His lips met yours—soft, warm, lingering in a way that felt certain. No hesitation. No teasing. Just him.

You supposed that was your answer.

Poseidon tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss, his hand drifting to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he pulled you closer. You melted into it. He tasted faintly of mint and something sweet, something him. When you finally broke apart, breathless, he hovered just inches away, his thumb tracing absentminded circles against your skin.

Out of nowhere you had the courage to speak. "You put on this rough, brooding persona." You murmured, lips brushing against his. "But I know you."

Poseidon exhaled a soft chuckle, raising a brow. "Really?"

"Really."

A slow smirk pulled at his lips. "What do you know?"

You exhaled, your fingers curling into the fabric of his tank top. "...You want..."

Poseidon's voice dropped an octave. "What do I want?" His nose brushed yours, the tension crackling between you like a brewing storm. "Show me."

The next kiss was different—hungrier. His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him as his mouth moved over yours, stealing every breath you had to offer. Your laptop was an afterthought as Poseidon reached past you, flipping it shut before taking your camera and carefully lowering it to his bunk below.

Or at least, that was the plan.

Thud.

He hit his head on the low ceiling ledge, where the curtain rails ran.

You broke into laughter. "Oh, you're laughing?" He muttered, rubbing the sore spot, his expression both irritated and amused.

"A little bit." You teased.

Poseidon narrowed his eyes, tilting his head. "Oh, I'll shut you up."

With that, he lowered you back onto the mattress, one hand gripping your thigh, kneading the muscle as he brought it up, pulling you against him. His fingers trailed upward, firm yet teasing, sending sparks down your spine. He tilted your head to the side, lips grazing your jaw, then lower, lower—his mouth settling at the delicate space between your jaw and neck.

When he pressed his lips there, you let out a soft whimper, barely aware you had done it. The warmth of his mouth against your skin, the way his breath fanned over the sensitive spot—it was dizzying.

He smirked against your neck. He barely had time to make a comment before—

"Hey!"

Zeus' voice shattered the moment. "If you're gonna have sex, do it at the next stop OUTSIDE the bus. I don't wanna hear you two going at it!"

Heat flooded your face. You let your forehead fall against Poseidon's shoulder, laughing softly in embarrassment.

Poseidon groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Shut up, Zeus."

Zeus snickered. "You're welcome." It was revenge for what he had done before.

Poseidon muttered something under his breath, but as you glanced up at him—his face slightly pink, his lips kiss swollen—you just smiled.

You gave him one last chaste kiss on the mouth, slow and lingering, a quiet promise that this wasn't the end of whatever had just begun. Your fingers brushed over his arm in a gentle pat, grounding both of you back to reality.

"We should go to sleep." You murmured, your voice softer now, reluctant but firm.

His eyes, still hazy with emotion, softened at the sight of you. There was something unspoken in his gaze, something that made your heart clench just a little. But he didn't argue. He simply exhaled, slow and steady, before finally loosening his hold on you.

His fingers grazed your waist one last time as he pulled away, as if reluctant to break the connection.

"Yeah," He finally said, voice quieter now. "we should."

With one last glance, he eased himself down from your bunk, settling into his own below you. The space between you suddenly felt colder, emptier—but the warmth he left behind lingered on your skin. You couldn't help the smile that had formed on your face from ear to ear, you had to stop yourself from squealing, though.

And with that, the bus rolled on, carrying you both into the quiet of the night.

#epic the musical x reader #epic x reader #greek mythology x reader #epic! poseidon x reader #poseidon x reader

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wolfythewitch · 1 year ago

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I vaguely remember you doing a colored version of your Poseidon design like a year ago? Do you still have it? I like it a lot.

yeee

#sunshines-child #wolfy tedtalks

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l-bubee-l · 8 months ago

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THE GREEK GODS IN MY STYLE — ATHENA, APHRODITE :

The Goddess of Wisdom and the Goddess of Love are done! I love me my (olive and seafoam) green girlies. 😌

More about their designs below!

So obviously, the shade of the most prominent color of their outfits correspond to something they're linked to.

Athena with olive green because of the olive tree she planted which earned her patronage over Athens, and Aphrodite with seafoam green because of her being born from seafoam (technically it was something else but we ain't getting into that today).

I actually really struggled with figuring out the colors for Athena. She was the first to give me trouble like that. But I knew I wanted her to be green from the get go. With the amount of mortals she's helped, I feel like she'd have a pretty strong earthly connection. Plus apparently green abstractly symbolizes wisdom, so there's also that!

It was my lovely partner who had suggested to make it so that the back of her helmet was basically the face of an owl, as a reference to owls turning their heads 270 degrees. It works really well too because it is said that one of the purposes of Athena's owl is to watch her blind spots so I think it's cool to incorporate that into her outfit.

Now for Aphrodite... I have quite a bit to say.

I gave her pointed ears to signify the unusual way in which she was born. She and Poseidon share this trait, alongside the both of them having green eyes. Idk, I think it's an interesting way to show their connection to the sea.

I love how, in many different fan depictions, her bed is a clam. Absolutely love that nod to her origins. I came into designing her with the idea that I wanted to somehow incorporate that clam into her design and I did so by making it so that her cloak and trail both form the shape of one.

The white roses are meant as a nod to the Greek myth of how red roses came to be, specifically the version where, while running to save her mortal lover Adonis, Aphrodite cuts herself and her blood ends up staining pure white roses.

Finally, one thing I really love doing when designing characters is making it so that there's a fair bit of asymmetry. Namely in the case of their outfits. That's something I've been trying to implement for all the gods. But in Aphrodite's case, I intentionally made it so that what she has on is relatively even, with her actually having two of each accessory on either side of her body. This is meant to be a nod to how she was often described to have been born "perfectly symmetrical".

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#i'll probably be reblogging the first post i made with the big three so i can share some details about their designs too #greek mythology #greek gods #athena #aphrodite #greek myth art #epic: the musical #epic the musical #epic #epic athena #epic aphrodite #character design #slight nudity #art #artists on tumblr

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kasel-the-mightless · 3 months ago

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Poseidon will never admit it, but right now he really wants to eat Telemachus' straw hat

To be honest, I didn't plan to post these sketches, but these fellas???

Convinced me otherwise, so I will gradually post sketches with these two. Thanks fellas!!

(I don't think they expected Poseidon in the form of a horse tho)

Original color version:

The color rendering on my screen takes everything to a faded, slightly yellowish color. This usually doesn't bother me. Until I start drawing dark objects

#art #kasel #fanart #epic the musical #epic telemachus #epic poseidon #horse Poseidon #Poseidon is exactly two seconds away from eating Telemachus' hat #Telemachus tells a strange wounded horse about his day #He knows that this horse is a mythical #But he doesn't know that it's LITERALLY the god of the sea #I mean #Poseidon was beaten so badly that for the next month he was just a horse with glowing eyes

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kamuch-kommando · 2 months ago

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You know, I just realized that your Poseidon sometimes has yellow eyes and sometimes has blue eyes. Is there a reason for that? I think you mentioned it before, but I can't remember T T

Anyways, I love your nice(?) Poseidon, and like I said in that one comment you replied to, I can't take him, but I sure will try :D

Poseidon's natural eye color is gold. They're interited from his father, with who, in my version, Poseidon is most alike with in looks and behavior.

While most of his appearance doesn't bother him as much, his eye color does. He changed it to blue, which is directly negative on the color wheel from yellow. It still shines through sometimes though.

Due to my own headcanons, he has quite a reason for it-

That's similar to Poseidon's overall color being deep blue/indigo instead of teal. Its not only because of the deep sea. It also reminds me of the old pictures of planet Neptune - which was altered and it's true color is actually different.

#and thank you ofc!! 💜#poseidon #ancient poseidon #epic poseidon #epic the musical #epic the musical fanart #greek mythology #answered asks #hansu!#original character #character design

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mehwmidklpe · 23 days ago

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YKNOW WHAT I NEED mortal reader having visions of percy in his past adventures and they start to paint those visions to make sure their not going insaine (they are) and percy sees of the painting of him in Tatartes fighting

Ofc if you don't what to do it you don't having to AND TAKE YOUR TIME!

You felt like you've been going crazy.

Visions.

They've been haunting you for weeks. You can't get rid of them.

Every single one of them had to do something with Greek mythology.

Every single one of them had to do something with Percy Jackson.

You couldn't lose them, so you started painting them.

To make sure you weren't going crazy, that what you saw actually made sense.

Only it didn't.

Your best friend flying on a horse didn't make sense.

A lady with an arrow who turned inot animals didn't make sense.

A man with talking snakes didn't make sense.

Another man with a lot of tools on an island with Percy could've made sense, but it just didn't.

You couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't think. Those visions cam whenever you least exoected it.

You were lucky enough to say you never had gotten one infornt of Percy.

Oh!

Of course you talked too soon!

Percy was ranting about something as he sat on your bed, a smile on his face.

The smile was really cute, he must've been very passionate about what he was talkkng about.

Such a shame you didn't hear any of it.

You felt this feeling in your stomach, a feeling you've unfortunately grown very familliar with the past few months.

No.

Nah-ah.

Not now.

Not right now.

Not infront of Percy.

Never mind, here you go!

'Percy stop!'

He didn't stop.

"Y/n?" Percy asks with a frown, confused and a bit worried at your behavior.

You could barely hear him as you stood up and walked away.

With a frown, Percy rushed after you. "Y/n? Hey, what's wrong?"

He watched as you walked into a room full of paintings and quickly grabbed an oil palette before finding an empty canvas panel.

Without saying a word, you quickly started painting as if you were in a rush.

You were stressed out, Percy could tell.

"Y/n what's going on??" Percy demanded.

Percy didn't stop.

He wanted to choke this goddess.

Choke her with her own poison.

Percy had never seen someone paint as fast as you, but you looked like you were going crazy.

His sea colored eyes twitched as he saw what you were painting.

That was him.

In tartarus.

Percy looked around the room to take a look at all the paintings.

Suddenly he felt dizzy.

It was as he was looking at a gallery based on his entire life.

His heart was beating fast, a beep echoing trough his ears. And though it all, you were still painting.

"Y/n!"

He snatched your arm, forcing you to stop painting.

That was thd moment you finally snapped out of it and looked at him.

Your gaze flickered all over his face, as if trying to stop seeing that hideous, angry version of himself you saw in your head just seconds ago.

Instead you wanted to boy you fell in love with back.

The boy swallowed. "What is all this?? How do you–Why–??"

"I don't know." Your voice trembled.

"I keep getting these vision. Visions about you and these Greek gods and monsters and wars. I'm trying to understand."

"That's why you've been studying Greek mythology so much lately.." Percy realized.

You nod. "I don't know what's happening to me Percy.. and I don't know why you're in all these visions and what the heck they mean cause what the–"

"They're real! I'm a demigod, thise visons are things that happend to me trough the years, my dad is Poseidon, you're a seer." He blurted out.

You paused. "What?"

"Remember Rachel?" Percy asks. "Yeah, of course, we were friends until she loved to another schoool." You recalled.

Percy nodded. "She's like you. Only she's the Oracle now."

You frowned. "What?"

"Y/n, listen. What I'm gonna say may sound crazy, but we're friends so I need you to believe me." Your friend spoke to you.

He took a deep breath and then snapped. "Greek mythology is real, I'm a part of it, lt dad is a god, Poseidon, I'm half god, I've been going to a camp for halfbloods for years now, I've been in wars, saved the world a couple of times, made enemies, lost friends, the casual Greek stuff."

You blinked.

Blinked again.

"What?"

"Remember last year. You said you were pivking up my birthday gift, next thing you knew everythung went black and before you knew it you were laying in my bed?" Percy reminded you.

"What does that have to do with anything?" You asked him.

"You fell asleep because of a curse, meanwhile the war against Kronos and his army happened, I played a big part of it..." He sighed deeply before continuing.

"but when I saw you laying there.. with that amazing gift in your arms.. holding it so tightly as if you couldn't let go without knwoing I got it for my birthday. I had to get you to safety."

You just stared at him. "That doesn't make sense. There never was a war in Manhattan."

Percy scoffed at that. "Of course it doesn't make sense, Y/n. None of this does." He shook his head.

"But you know how you kept complaing about how you kept seeing weird things, but people always told you you were crazy?"

"Percy–" "It's because you can see what I see. The mist can't trick you." He went on.

You didn't even know whst to day. This all just was way too much.

"I'm a demigod, you're a seer."

You shook your head. "No. No. That can't be, I'm just–I'm going crazy, there's something wrong with my brain, I know that. There's something seriously broken. But the Greek mythology, I'm not a part of that, Percy, I can't–"

Percy grabbed your cheeks and pulled you into a kiss.

That waw the last thing you had expected.

But it was also the only good thing that has happened in the last few stressful months.

And you actuallyet yourself have it this time.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing ragged.

"I know this sounds crazy, Y/n." He assured you.

Then his hand came up to tuck a strand of your soft hair behind your cheek.

"But it's true. And I know that this feels selfish, but it feels so good to know that you light just understand. That you can see what i see. You know how great that feels?"

You nodded, a single tear falling down your cheek. "Honestly I thought I was actually crzay. The only one who saw it."

Percy shook his head. "You have me. And I have friends you'd love to meet who can see just the way you do." He assured you.

You smiled at that. "That sounds nice." "Knowing that you're not alone? It does, doesn't it?" He smiled back.

You held onto him tighter. "Are you okayn" you know what has happened to him. You knew better than anyone.

You have seen what happened.

You have felt what happened.

You felt the same pain he felt.

"Yeah. I'm okay now. Just.. now you know.. you're gonna gave to face a lot of trouble " Your friend who was now not-much-just-a-friend antmore warned you.

You shrugged. "I was getting bored anyways." You blinked away your tears.

"Great, but don't get yourself killed."

"You're not getting rid of me anytime soon."

"Wouldn't want it any other way."

His respond made you smile again.

Percy's thumb wiped away your fallen tear. "I'll do anythung to keeo you out of any harm." He promised.

"Worry about yourself first, Percy. You deserve it." You tell him.

You paused. "That and rest." You added.

And so he let himself finally rest for once.

In your arms.

If this was bad, I'm literally falling asleep while writing this so bear with me.

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11queensupreme11 · 2 months ago

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What are all the Yans doing for valentines for Percy?

the greeks don't really celebrate it 😅 what i COULD find was something called the "Festival of the Arcadian Lykaia" which was celebrated in ancient greece, but it was more of an ancient ritual to the god pan then it evolved to the roman's festival "lupercalia" which was more darker cuz it consisted of men sacrificing animals as a show of virility and then chased women down to whip them with their hides 💀 they were all naked too lmao

poseidon would not care for valentines day, whether the archaic version or the modern version. but if he hears that his precious daughter-wife wants to celebrate it with him, he'd go crazy with it lmao. he'd throw the most lavish date somewhere in his empire at the most beautiful spot he could find, then he'd lovingly fuck her brains out 💖

hades would be similar! but while poseidon would NOT want to be anywhere near the land of midgard, hades knows she would like that so he'd actually take here there for a date!!!! but he's the god of wealth and riches, so he's not letting her have anything but the best of the best (which in his opinion, isn't really that impressive since it's all midgardian, but anything for wifey 💖)

no midgard for apollo, pls 💀 he's more focused on making this date as romantic and relaxing as ever. they stay on delos (so the other gods would keep away) and they have a relaxing spa treatment where she's pretty much doted on and pampered. she'll be sooo taken care of that she'll forget the 1297341 problems in her life 🥰

beelzebub would take her out to midgard and pretty much let her do whatever she wants. she's in charge for the day. he'll let her take him anywhere, do anything, and he'll buy whatever she wants. they'll be handcuffed as always, but don't worry, he put cute little heart charms on the chains to make it more romantic 🥺

loki's not taking her to midgard lmaooo. he'd settle with the human side of valhalla and that's it 😂 he'll even take her to new york city, but in a different time setting. wanna check out 1970s nyc? let's go! (oh but he forgot about the mafia oops)

after anubis secures a babysitter for kebi, he takes percy EVERYWHERE. amusement parks, disneyworld, some sports game where he pays the dude to put them on a kiss cam so everyone can watch him completely DEVOUR her mouth 😭😭😭 he completely forgets that percy needs sleep cuz after that, he takes her home just to fuck her stupid 😭

cú chulainn has no idea wtf to do but he knows that she likes cute stuff and the color blue. so he goes and yanks out a whole ass blue wisteria tree from its roots:

and then shoves it at her face the way one would hand over a bouquet of flowers like "here, i guess 🙄💙" 😭😭😭

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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junkkey · 2 months ago

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Colored version of @fishyseidon pretty Poseidon.

I love his color palette so I really wanted to color my fanart :

#art #Junkkey #oc #fanart #poseidon epic the musical #epic the musical poseidon #poseidonverse #poseidon #epic the musical art #epic the musical fanart #epic the musical ocean saga #epic the musical vengeance saga #epic the musical #someone else's oc

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penelope-is-waiting · 9 months ago

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Hi I am Penelope Queen of Ithaca, I am still waiting on my husband @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost to come home. In the mean time I am dodging all of my suiters and raising our child @telemachus-of-ithaca by myself. I also love to weave, I weave all day and then undo it all at night so I can do it again tomorrow!

Likes: weaving, as well as my husband and my children.

Dislikes: Poseidon @idontloveanybodythatsmypower (he stabbed my husband!) and of course stupid suiters who think by taking over my house and being obnoxious I will forget about my husband and marry them. (Formally scylla we have learned to get along)

Kill count: you will never know stop asking

Death count: *laughs*

Husband: @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost

Another version of my husband: @odysseus-reigning-king-of-ithaca

Also my husband: @penelope-simp

Another: @odysseus-of-ithaka

A siren version: @just-a-mer

My son: @telemachus-of-ithaca

Another version of my son: @young-telemachus

Yet another version of my son: @the-prince-telemachus

And another version of my son: @telemachus-is-lost

And another: @taken-by-the-seas

More: @another-telemachus-wont-hurt

And finally, the other version of my son: @telemy

Another of my son: @ithacas-prince

Another Tele: @telemachus-of-ithika

My daughter: @reigningprincesstofithaca

My other son that is not Telemachus: @ceixion-of-ithaca

Adopted kids: @unhinged-as-hell @daonedaonlyskh @little-starshark-with-wings @vicious-daughter-of-zeus @clown-energy-skyrocketing @chaotic-child-of-apollo @garmadon1616 @a-princess-of-ancient-greece @yourfavoriteearthshaker @aris-not-ares @the-hyacinth-whisperer

I wish he was my kid: @thefallenwaxwinged (ooc: he totally is at this point)

The girl living with us I am trying to adopt: @when-fate-is-mistaken

My dog: @argosfrfr

Another dog of mine: @argossisterfrfr

Friends: @heraaaaaaaa (Formally enemies)

My daughter in law: @nausicaa-of-phaeacia

Young version of my daughter in law: @the-princess-nausicaa

Another version of my daughter in law: @phaecianprincess

Gardener: @paris-you-idiot

Most annoying person I know: @sillypuppetmeister

He will not leave my house either but is not as annoying: @the-only-decent-suitor-here (apparently he is also my son now? But not in the will)

The guy who kept my husband away at sea for a decade and I will never forgive: @that-little-fucking-shit

My husband's friend who is really cool, actually: @diomedes-of-argos

For anyone who wants me and my husband @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost to adopt them

And of course, here is our family portrait @little-starshark-with-wings drew!

RP blog for the odyssey/epic the musical (although it branches into percy jackson territory occasionally depending on what blog I'm interacting with)

In character post will be colored like this

"If Ares is talking it will look like this"

Don't be weird please (and no nsfw) and don't be mad if I do not present penelope the way you want this is supposed to be fun so let's keep it that way

I do not interact with blogs based around biblical characters as I am a Christian, and it just makes me uncomfortable I also will not be interacting with post that have slurs or other offensive language such as GD.

(Penelope will not have any romantic feelings for anyone other than Odysseus on this blog warning)

And of course don't take anything I say in character to heart I don't want to offend anyone if I come across as rude I'm so sorry I don't mean to

Also, warning things can be very violent on this blog I usually try to tag, but I may miss some.

And of course feel free to tag me and send ask! Your not being obnoxious I'd love to be tagged or receive a ask that's what I made this account for was for all yall to have fun and interact! (On that note tho do not start sending me messages if I do not respond. I will not respond if you do that)

Also I'm the admin of the ooc discord server and community for greek mythos rps here on tumblr if you run a rp blog here on tumblr for greek myths send me a dm and I'd be happy to invite you to join!

#Penelope is waiting #will be the in character tag #ooc

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punkeropercyjackson · 2 days ago

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You seem pretty adamant/confident in your perception of Percy as transfem, and seemed pretty against people “detransfeminizing” Percy. Where do you see transfeminity in Percy, and where does this come from in the text?

Not asking to be an ass or anything, just curious, cause it’s not a take I often see.

So disclaimer transfem Percy is approved by actual transfem Pjo fans.Literally every transfem Pjo fan i know says she's definitely an egg and at least a few of them personally relate to her.With that out of the way,i'll be listing points that back up Percy being a trans woman and give it a solid basis.Get ready for a long ass list btw

Dosen't perform masculinity for any reason other than to try to blend in and frequently expresses she feels obliged to do certain things because of being percieved as a man rather than out of desire to do to them on liking them

Her descriptions of and relathionships with other female characters give off she feels them as not only attractive but also a 'forbidden fruit' she's not allowed to equate herself to in 'vibes' or 'coolness status' since she's 'such an oblivious ugly boy who could never understand girls' and in the original series,she had more female friends than male ones,a common experience for eggs growing up.In contrast,she resents manhood not only as a patriarchal oppressive force she was brutalized by but also as something forced upon her like a burden and there's zero indication Percy has reclaimed it or wants to

Insists on being called a gender neutral nickname over her masculine fullname and hates fullnaming even when it's not malicious

Implied/shown to be punk but dosen't wear punk fashion and opts for 'normie' androgynous outfits on thinking herself as unable to pull it off

Looks like a mini version of Poseidon and eldest daughters irl frequently fall under this(including me).This may seem flimsy but i've got another part regarding Percy's looks:Piper's description of her.She said she's not the ultra hunky manly man people at Camp Half-Blood described her as and she borderline calls him feminine looking or 'well......unimpressive' compared to the actual positively masculine Jason.Percy canonically is seen as more masc than she actually is according to a canon butch sapphic.Percy is the butchest girl Pjo fans can handle before they started getting scared and Piper is the real butch girl who DID scare them by *checks glittery notepad* not finding the aggro white masc vision of Percy by fans attractive as a brown native woman

Blue is considered a boy color but Percy's special interest in it was passed down to her by her mom and Percy is also scared of turning into her father yet is the mom friend of all her groups throught the books and accidentally admits this in her narration at one point.The metaphor is almost too easy

Important aspect is she immediately follows it up with 'that wasn't a good sign' and in the same book,she says she dosen't know how to talk to girls.In a scene where she's with Grover,Thalia and Annabeth.Two girls she's been friends with for ages and a goat.Percy you fucking robin blue egg

The Titan's Curse is an accidental trans girl allegory.The Hunters of Artemis are a transfem inclusive woman exclusive group that in the original mythology and irl greek history were used as slang for 'lesbian' that work to protect women from men as a social class and Percy has to prove herself as unlike men to them to gain her hero punchcards in this one and she actually succeeds onpage with solid writing!She's contrasted again Thalia and buts heads with her explicitly because they're so similar they clash so often but work through their problems together to be simply bantering best friends.Thalia herself is transfem-coded but a stud unlike Percy who's femme and that only adds even more layers to their already toptier dynamic and Percy is punk too but punk rock to Thalia's pop punk.She was literally a teenage anarchist(/Against Me! ref)

Nico is introduced in the same installment and he's the one Percy admitted to acting motherly to in her head.It's textual they were only not super close over Nico's crush on 'unachivable older straight boy Percy' and the visceral internalized homophobia it gave him combined with his upbringing pre-Lotus Hotel and it's also textual Percy only was Nico's crush over him idealizing her as a man she never was but that he loves her better platonically and thinks she's cute.Nico's got that tboy swag so they're trans best friends and found siblings soulmates and we were ROBBED of Nico and Percy

In the second Hoo book,there's a moment where a little roman girl says she wants to be Percy Jackson when she grows up in that exact wording and Percy proves herself as unlike men to an ancient greek tfem accepting women only group in The Amazons.This kinda stuff is consistent with her like genuinely

Rachel is widely thought of as lesbian-coded by lesbian Pjo fans and trans women dating their afab lesbian friends back when they thought they were both cishet and their friendship growing stronger than ever after breaking up is a common thing irl too.Rachel is an og art hoe(as in 'black artsy woman',not the gentrified shit)and we love her and her support of her trans bestie

The sea carries a lot of femininity to it in motifs,symbolism,aesthetics and folklore and 'the sea does not like to be restrained' screams tgirl Percy core and this is just my headcanon but Percy feels very moon-coded and the moon also carries mythology around it including femininity mistaken for masculinity due to it's strength.Also she's giving shark so she's a half-blood blahaj gijinka

Streaked hair,loves burgers,read an obscure ass marvel comic before the Mcu adapted it and a gamer /silly(also refering to her 'Groot Speak' joke in Toa when by the timeline,the Gotg movies didn't exist yet and she referenced playing Animal Crossing a lot in Wottg)

And her cycle breaking just clicks into place and is more satisfying and logical from a transfeminine perspective.Good men are good but trans women are the ones in need of rep and they deserve Percy Jackson as it since she's so much like them,she just is one of them.Miss Jackson is for real and she shouldn't apologize for who she is anymore!!She should've never had to but she should've always had self-love and she still can and never look back again

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