#rip percy but i would pet

[aterfish]

WHY there are no gifs of that 3 seconds of chimera running as a smal doggo??? Am i the only one obsessed with that scene???

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

random percy headcanons:

wants to be the photographer friend SO bad and he technically is but like 70% of the pics come out blurry or weird bc there was a monster attack in the middle of them. his instagram is truly so chaotic looking.

literally always has seashells on him someone will ask him for a pencil or spare change and he has to empty all his pockets of shells to find it. drops his backpack and a bunch of shells fall out. kicks his shoes off and sand and shells fly out and his mortal friends are like percy What the Fuck

his eyes glow underwater!! bioluminescent king. no one told him though and he didn't find out until he joined his school's swim team and terrified everyone (he managed to convince them his contacts were having a weird reaction to chlorine lmao)

he really likes art!! he doesn't just pretend to for rachel's sake he genuinely enjoys painting with her. he likes splatter paint, collages and pop art styles the best. one day after splitting some edibles they realized percy could manipulate water colors and went CRAZY with it

will ask to be excused during class and comes back like an hour later with scorch marks all over his face bleeding from one of his ears covered in dust missing three fingernails rips in his jeans and a fat lip and the teacher is like percy what the actual hell were you doing in the bathroom all this time and he's just like uhhhhhh I have ibs

the brand from camp jupiter did unfortunately (for sally) Unlock something in him lmfao he keeps getting shitty little tattoos. usually stick-n-poke but someone's friends cousin's girlfriend's brother has a gun that gets brought to parties every now and then. most of them are sloppy but you can tell what they are HOWEVER he has one that was supposed to be a seal that came out looking like one of those shitty ms paint crying memes. annabeth laughed at him for ten minutes straight when she saw it.

he wanted to dye his hair blue but he was too chicken to bleach his entire head so he just did the tips. his hair is curly though so it looks absolutely ridiculous but he loves it

percy and annabeth get a crusty little yappy white dog in college and he carries it around like a baby lmao

back to his chaotic instagram, he's got so many pics of him like, relaxing at the bottom of the mariana trench or hugging a giant squid or riding on a whale shark and his mortal friends all think he's just really good at photoshop and this is a very specific bit he decided to commit to. they're always like lol percy where do you even FIND these pictures are you subscribed to like scientific journals for the laughs? but no he just took them all on his shell phone

has an ongoing prank war with annabeth's little brothers bobby and matthew but like it's Unhinged. they're playing 5D chess and she has no idea whats going on

weird tshirts!!! he loves them! like

shit like this or those 'women want me fish fear me' shirts, anything with a funny or incomprehensible slogan is going in his closet right along with his band tees lmfao

bought estelle a panda pillow pet when she was born 🥺

can NOT bring himself to eat seafood no matter how many times poseidon has told him its fine. he's like NO these are my FRIENDS JONATHAN WAS TELLING ME ABOUT HIS GRANDDAUGHTERS WEDDING LITERALLY YESTERDAY WHY IS HE ON A PLATTER DAD. they had to give up and just start eating normal land food at the palace every time he comes to visit lmfao

gets into horsegirl antics with hazel she NEEDS to know everything the horses have to say. they spend hours gossiping in the stables.

movie nights in the poseidon cabin were 10000% a thing and when he was missing annabeth and thalia and grover (and a few others) would still sleep in there every now and then and talk about how much they miss him :(

percy and beckendorf had the worlds most elaborate handshake

he DOES impulse buy stuff just because they're ocean-themed. stuffed animals, home decor, school supplies, clothes, you name it he bought it if theres like a fish on it

has more scars from crashing off his skateboard than he does from monster attacks

grover is somehow the only person who's ever noticed percy is severely claustrophobic

has a deep passion for adele. I can't explain this one I just feel and know it to be true.

he and annabeth both proposed to each other at the same time and they were SO mad about it they kept yelling over each other's speeches lmao

he can SING but he doesn't know it. sally keeps trying to record him singing to himself but something always happens to the camera and she loses the evidence

called chiron a brony one time and mr d thought it was so funny he was nice to percy for an entire week

the camp keeps trying to convince him to teach sword fighting lessons to the younger kids but he can NOT bring himself to swing a sword at a 9 year old so he keeps getting injured

has the most complicated iced coffee order in the world his go-to local coffee shop finally just put the damn drink on the menu and named it after him

he IS the quiet kid in the back of your math class that always has his hood up to try and hide his headphones and eats increasingly elaborate meals out of his backpack when the teacher isn't looking. one time someone caught him with a rotisserie chicken in the middle of a geometry final.

he argued that he DID have enough to share with the class

currently obsessed with the image of him knocking back a container of sea salt as if it was a shot and his mortal friends being like hey! what the actual fuck! and he's just like uhhhhh anemia kills!

its his birthday<3

[steam-beasts]

Shedding

(This was from when Percy began shedding his chassis)

Percy’s driver and fireman scrambled through their bags and pockets for something. Anything. Any small little pill would do to ease the pain. As they searched, the cries of their engine echoed from outside. Percy was sobbing loudly and gasping for breath. This only made their searches for pills all the more frantic.

“For god’s sake! Where the hell are they?!” The fireman muttered angrily. If it wasn’t obvious, painkillers were what they were after. Their engine, Percy, had been shaking in excruciating pain for a week, and it was getting worse in every way imaginable. Just today, they got a call saying that Percy was just…screaming….screaming bloody murder. The guard on the phone described that it sounded as if their engine was getting murdered. They had to rush out of bed and skip their breakfasts to tend to him, because it sounded so bad. The whole infection had just been one big nightmare, in fact.

The driver gasped “I got them!” He cried, pulling out a tub of ibuprofen. Wasting no time, they rushed out to the sheds to where Percy remained parked. They both nearly stopped when the lingering copper scent filled the air. It had been there since the pain began the week before.

His poor face was scrunched up in agony, what remained of his teeth clenched and his eyes were firmly shut. Small, shallow gasps escaped the saddle-tank’s mouth through his teeth as he struggled to form words. Quickly, his driver climbed on to his buffers, wincing at every whimper Percy let out.

“Dri….Driiii…” Percy tried to speak, but even moving his mouth and talking was painful. Everything hurt. Especially his chassis. His driver shushed him gently, petting his cheek “Percy…Percy, it’s ok. It’s ok…I know it hurts but I need you to open your mouth for me..” he said in a gentle voice. Percy cracked open an eye, a tear leaking out “Mm…mo…mouth?” He managed to whimper out. The driver nodded “Yes, mouth. Can you do that?”

Hesitantly, the tank engine slowly opened his mouth to reveal the slightly grotesque sight; Nearly all his teeth were gone, his inflamed gums stained heavily with dark red blood and vomit, together making a scent that would make you believe that something died in there. His tongue….god…his tongue seemed to have grown? The driver didn’t know why, but it looked longer and pointier, twitching and salivating. Fumbling with the tub, the driver popped open the lid and poured every single pill in there. Immediately, Percy swallowed it up and quickly shut his mouth, panting heavily.

His driver stepped down and took a step back before the fireman spoke “Alright, ol’ boy. Those pills will take a moment to work, but you’ll feel better for a bit” he said. Percy still shook with pain, but managed to muster a small smile “Th…Thank…” he whispered, already feeling some relief. His crew smiled back and both decided to stay nearby, just in case.

But the relief didn’t stay for long.

Suddenly, Percy groaned as his body made strange metallic groans and creaks. Alerted by this, his crew kept watch. The groaning of metal and creaking got gradually louder, until Percy looked at his crew with terrified eyes.

His last words sent shivers down their spines;

“Driver…Fireman…my chassis doesn’t feel right..” The words had barely left Percy’s mouth when a loud, shuddering crack echoed through the shed. The driver and fireman exchanged alarmed glances, their breaths quickening. Percy’s entire frame seemed to tremble, his siderods, as if being pulled apart by some unseen force, bent and snapped off. Pieces of his chassis began to rip and fall off, blood pooling the ground. A wail of pain left Percy’s lips as his frame suddenly arched and bent, almost cartoonishly.

His wheels cracked and slid off his axles without problem, making him vomit. Tears rolled down his eyes as he just continued to vomit while his body lurched forward and without warning, a grey, grotesque looking appendage clawed its way out of his chassis, covered in blood and other bodily fluids.

The driver and fireman just stood, frozen in horror as the grotesque appendages emerged, writhing and clawing at the ground. Percy’s sobs turned into guttural, inhuman sounds, his eyes wide with a mixture of pain and terror. The appendages, slick with blood and other fluids, continued to grow out a bit, with patches of what seemed like wet fur.

Focusing more on his front appendages, they appeared to be arms with hand-like paws on the end that had green claws. By that point, Percy unconsciously put them to use, clawing deeper gashes in his undercarriage, ripping off more until more grey flesh was seen, pulsating and making quick breathing motions, going in and out. It only dealt him greater pain.

His hind legs writhed and twitched violently, also tipped with green claws, his legs kicked the air and scratched at the dirt below, making claw marks in the ground. Percy’s incoherent sounds had devolved into feral, pained growls as an extra appendage grew out. It was long, slick with blood and also patched with fur; a tail.

Finally, one last snap filled the air and Percy let out a nearly monsterous roar of agony, crawling out of his dismantled chassis with weak limbs. The crew didn’t do anything but watch, they were grossed out, petrified, and felt like vomiting themselves from how gory the scene was. Seriously, it looked like something out of The Thing.

Percy shuddered and gasped for breath, his frame rising up and down with each heaving breath, each breath aslo accompanied by a creaking noise.

His legs and arms were sprawled out, twitching and gently clawing at the dirt, his tail also twitching. Percy’s face was locked in a thousand yard stare, his amber eyes bloodshot and wide open. His mouth dripped with blood and vomit, covering his chin and buffers. After a few minutes of silence, the crew hesitantly made their way towards him.

“P….Percy?”

Percy’s eyes slowly turned to the two men. He stared at them intensely, with an almost predator gleam. His nose twitched, and his mouth parted, a soft growl coming out. His arms and legs shifted as he slowly tried to stand. His arms and legs wobbled, but he managed to fully stand up, looming over them with his new size and stature.

The driver and fireman exchanged another fearful glance. Percy, now a grotesque hybrid of engine and beast, was standing on his new limbs, towering over them with an intimidating presence. His body, still covered in patches of fur and slick with blood, glistened from the light. His claws scraped the ground as his eyes locked on to them.

“Percy…”

A hungry smile spread across his face, his eyes wide with excitement as his tail began wagging.

Percy has found his first meal.

[demigodsanswer]

TUAP I didn’t mean to turn you on + established relationship!

((v. E rated. it's horny menace Annabeth hours)

Annabeth loved Don Quixote.

Of all the leading ladies, she always felt like Kitri was the closest to her natural personality. Sure, she loved Juliet, and she felt a personal connection to Aurora, but Kitri was the fiery, flirty, and strong parts of her that people had only really just started to see.

So she was extra excited to find out that she'd been cast with Percy for this run. The two had just passed their one year anniversary, but they two hadn't danced a full-length together since Midsummer a full year ago. They hadn't done Swan Lake last Fall or Coppelia in the Winter. But Don Q would be perfect for them. Percy as her Basilio made perfect sense. They had all the right kinds of chemistry.

Maybe too much of it, even.

Definitely too much of it.

Annabeth felt like she was going to rip off her skin, actually.

Percy ran his variation from the act three grand pas, all these big jumps that he was so perfect at, and Annabeth almost forgot she had fouettes she needed to do in a few minutes. Thank god this part came with a fan.

The act two pas de deux was the real killer. It was sensual and romantic, with a little flirtatious teasing involved too.

When she and Beck did the roles years ago, they'd had chemistry and earned good reviews (even if Annabeth did fall on her face once), but when she caught sight of her and Percy rehearsing in the mirror ... it looked real. It was obviously romantic and sensual, without looking overdone or cartoonish.

She also looked like she was ready to eat him alive.

Annabeth ran her fouettes successfully. She stayed in one spot and did thirty-two fouettes, a turn where she had to kick her leg to the side to keep momentum going while releve-ing onto pointe. She did even more rotations, probably spinning around forty-five times, right on the music. She even opened and closed her fan a few times for good measure.

When their act three rehearsal officially ended and the end of the day was called, Annabeth asked Percy to hang back. "I just want to run the fouettes again."

She wanted to do sixty-four while she was tired, to help build stamina for the ballet.

"Can you keep count, baby?" She asked. Percy looked at her and smirked. Baby was a more private pet name. She almost never called him that outside of their apartment. "We're alone in here," she said, trying to play it off. Their ballet master and the other casts had left.

"Sure gorgeous," he said, stepping closer to her, until his hips were against her practice tutu. He rested a hand under her chin, and tiled her head up to meet his eyes. "How many?"

He was going to be the death of her. "Sixty-four at least," she said.

"Music or no music?"

"No music."

"Do you want me to kiss you now or after?"

She stepped away from him. "Just keep count for me, and then we'll see."

After about a minute, when Annabeth really couldn't see a thing despite her spotting, Percy said: "That was sixty-four."

Annabeth kept going until she couldn't releve anymore.

"Eighty!" Percy said when she landed in fourth. Annabeth flopped down onto the floor, breathing hard. "That was amazing!" Percy told her. "You didn't even travel."

"You might have to carry me home," she said, trying to catch her breath, her fan discarded to the side of her.

Percy stood over her and held out his hands. Annabeth pouted as she took them, not really wanting to stand yet. But Percy just pulled her to her feet, then bent over to toss her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

"Let's get you home baby," he said.

~

When they got home, Annabeth shucked off her jeans and rolled out her yoga mat in the living room. She'd stretched after rehearsal, but she could already feel her hamstrings tightening up. There were so many big jumps and quick extensions in this ballet, she couldn't deal with tight hamstrings.

Leotard and tights still on, she laid flat on her back and lifted her right leg up, pulling it in until she felt a good stretch in the back of her leg.

"Want some help?" Percy offered. He got on his knees before grabbing her calf and pushing her leg back for her. Annabeth relaxed into the stretch and moaned as her muscle released. Percy pushed a little farther, leaning his body forward until he was over her, close enough to steal a kiss from her without warning.

He looked about ready to eat her alive.

Annabeth smiled and lifted her left leg. Percy sat her right leg down and started on the other side. This time, her moans were a bit more theatrical, but not totally untrue.

"Baby ..." she whimpered.

"I didn't mean to turn you on," he said, one hand pressing her leg back towards her chest, the other running up and down the seam of her tights, from her knee down to her center.

"You've been turning me on this whole rehearsal process," she said. Percy smirked as if to say oh, I know. They'd fucked about it plenty.

"Was it act two?" He asked.

"Your act three variation, actually," she said.

"Just wait till you see me do it in the tights," he teased. There were sure to be a good number of teens -- SAB kids and kids from other ballet schools around the city -- who came to see it, and had a major sexual awakening watching him.

Percy pushed both her legs up then, and she gasped as he slipped off her tights, pulling them down -- well, up really, as her feet were pointed towards the ceiling -- to her knees. Her black tights had concealed how wet she'd gotten, but her red leotard (so, she matched Kitri in rehearsal) left her exposed. Really, a good bit of it was probably sweat, but it all looked the same.

Annabeth expected him to just tease her, before stripping her and taking her to bed, but instead, he left her legs up and dipped his head between them, kissing the damp patch.

"Percy!" She gasped. "I'm sweaty!"

"I don't care," he mumbled against her as he started to lick at the fabric. "You think you're the only one who spends all day turned on?" His tongue rolled over her covered clit, and she arched her back. "Christ, could you imagine if this was what we danced last year? If we were this horny for each other during Beauty?"

"I was this horny for you during Beauty," she reminded him. This was a great hamstring stretch, she thought.

Percy let her left leg down as he used that hand to pull damp fabric away. Without much warning or time to anticipate, he sealed his mouth over her clit, sucking on it right away.

Annabeth let out a shattered scream as he did. He seemed to be trying to beat some kind of personal record every time he got his mouth on her. They'd been able to lower her antidepressant dosage in the last few months (leaving an abusive relationship sure did help her mental health!), and it made it easier for her to finish. He seemed to want to get his time down to mere seconds.

He would probably succeed before too long. Within a minute she warning him she was close, and only second later she was finishing on his face, utterly wrung out."

"Oh my god," she sighed, finally putting her right leg down. She was certainly stretched. "Oh my god."

Percy was staring at her, chin damp and eyes wild. "I've always wanted to do that," he said.

"Oh?" Annabeth asked.

"Eat a girl out while she's in leotard," he explained.

"Why didn't you say something? It's not like I have a shortage," she teased. She wrapped her tired legs around his hips and pulled him in closer. He was obviously hard, and he started to rock against her.

"I worried it was too much overlap between work and a sex thing," he said, rocking against her more. "Actually, my dream would be to bend you over in a tutu, maybe your Aurora crown."

"Oh," Annabeth moaned as he pressed against her center, and she pictured what he was describing. She'd need to cut hole in the panty part of a tutu, but she could easily do that. She had some old practice tutus and leotards that could get some new life living out Percy's sexual fantasies.

"I like that idea," she told him.

Percy smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah, but," she managed to get herself to push him back a bit, "I really like this leotard, and would like to not get more cum on it." She stood and shaky legs and stripped the red one-piece off of her, kicking it to the side, and leaving her naked in their living room.

Percy wasted no time lifting her up again, this time carrying her away to their bed.

[juniorig0327]

Had an idea and had to write it out (based on the idea explained here: https://www.tumblr.com/juniorig0327/760642994531713024/demigods-and-domains?source=share)

Percy spit out about a mouthful of teeth on the ground, clutching his sword. He glanced behind him to see Michael clutching his shoulder and then turned back at the titan Hyperion. Faster than he could blink, Hyperion turned into a ball of light and there was a cut opening up on his side and Hyperion was behind him. 

“I honestly don’t know why step dad is so interested in you. You’re still way too weak.” Hyperion sneered at him, practically fidgeting with his sword and not sparing a second glance. 

“You don’t have any nature spirits to help you, not this time Jackson.”

Percy grit his teeth. Fighting a titan was not on his Tartarus bingo card but it seems a lot of things that happened down here weren't on his bingo card. Frankly, he was getting frustrated. After what he did to Ahkyls, he told himself he wasn’t going to use his powers for things that weren’t natural, but when he looked at Hyperion and the injured Michael Yew behind him, quickly losing blood he knew he had a choice to make. Maybe he did this action out of guilt, out of a desperation to finally save someone, to have a clear conscience (he knew that wasn’t it – another excuse), or maybe he just had enough. Ever since he did what he did his power itched to be let out, it was uncontrollable (acting on its own?– no that doesn’t make sense). 

It’s safe to say when he finally snapped out of his mind and let loose, it was conveniently when Hyperion bursted into a walking fire, only recognizable by his armor and helmet. It’s also safe to say not even Hyperion was able to comprehend what happened when his entire body just… stopped.  

The flames were still and Percy had his arm stretched out but no, this wasn’t blood or water or anything like that. He couldn’t feel the churning in his gut, all he felt was a burning tingling feeling rushing up his arm. 

“What…?” Percy looked at his arm in wonder. He looked up at Hyperion to see he was struggling with… something.

“What did you do, demigod?! You’re a son of Poseidon! What d–”

A sharp echoing laugh boomed throughout Tartarus. A shadowy, dirty looking figure formed from the ground in armor. “Well well well Perseus! I did not expect for your domains to have evolved this quickly. What have you been doing to that poor Phlegethon?” Percy’s head shot behind and as soon as he saw him (it? He didn’t know and he wasn’t in the state of mind to think on that) fear seemed to latch on and fuel every part of his body.

“No need for fear. I just wanted to check your progress, Grandson.”

“‘M not your grandson.” He said with a shaky voice.

“Of course not, but adding all those greats is definitely not convenient, Perseus. I’m proud of you. I didn’t think you’d expand your domain again so quickly. I have to say I am very intrigued. How far do you think you could go? If this is it for just a puny demigod what would happen if it was your precious Annabeth? Or maybe Nico, he was a fine specimen to experiment with for a while but unfortunately he was more of a sad pet. But you–” Percy imagined if Tartarus had eyes they’d be looking him up and down right now. He let out an audible gulp. His fear quickly switched to rage after his brain caught up with what he(it? whatever) said. He was talking about Nico like he was some sort of pet, like a human experiment. And not to mention him threatening Annabeth? The fear in his gut was replaced by a flare of rage.

“Have all this darkness within you. Perseus – to destroy – fitting is it not? Such raging darkness in a son of Poseidon is…unusual. I want to see what you can become.” Tartarus raised its hand(?), “Come Hyperion, let him be won’t you? After all the work he’s put in, I wouldn't want his reunion with his friend to be cut so short, at least for now.” Percy looked back at Michael and rushed towards him, ripping the sleeve of his shirt to try and help him. “You can sink your teeth into him later,” Hyperion only let out a grunt but by the way he felt a gaze into the core of his soul, he had a feeling Tartarus was talking to him “You bleed red with traces of gold in them Grandson. I wonder what awaits. Will you bleed gold ichor, or vanish in a blaze of golden dust?”

The implication sent shivers up his shine. Honestly, that explained a lot. Michael never explained why he had dark fingertips and unusual sharp nails. As Tartarus and Hyperion left like they were never there, Percy picked up Michael and started heading towards the Phlegethon. He had to get out of his place and back up to the seven and Annabeth ASAP. Percy already felt like a monster for all the people that died for him, for leading them to their deaths, for leaving Annabeth all alone (Just like Luke the voice deep within his head reminds him) he wasn’t interested in becoming a literal one too, no fucking way.

[shelfthe-reader]

Percy Jackson Characters as Theater Songs: Part 2

If you haven’t seen part one yet here you go

Now: Heroes of Olympus (and Apollo)

Jason: History Has Its Eyes on You from Hamilton. This song is SO JASON-Y I can’t put it into words. And it could be him talking to someone else or someone talking to him. You pick

Leo: One of These Days from The Jonathan Larson Project. While this isn’t a musical song per se, it’s from Jonathan Larson’s collection of songs meant for musicals he couldn’t write (since he died). Anyway this fits Leo because it has all of the Inventor’s Fury and thoughts of inadequacy he could think of.

Piper: I’d Rather Be Me from Mean Girls. It’s her “revolt against the system” mindset (thats my only defense for this one)

Drew: What The World Needs from Ride the Cyclone. Her TLH “pick me energy” is STRONG with this one. I love Drew but you can’t deny how terrible she was in that book.

Coach Hedge: God I Hate Shakespeare from Something Rotten. I don’t need to defend myself.

Hazel: Winter Blooms from Alice By Heart. This is all completely hypothetical and that is because I know within my HEART and SOUL that Hazel was an Alice’s Adventures girlie. So that means she gets a song from a musical about a girl that uses Alice as an escape (it’s really good look it up). And also the lyrics just seem like something she would say idk

Frank: Stronger from Finding Neverland. It’s his girlboss-glowup era after those Cows

Reyna: Dangerous to Dream from Frozen. Picture this song over her traumatic backstory. Thank me later

Octavian: My Friends from Sweeney Todd. It’s his shabby tendencies (rip Panda pillow pet you were a real one)

Apollo: Chorn from Firebringer. Enough said.

And thats all I currently have! What other Riordanverse characters do y’all want to see?

[starstwinkleplanetsshine]

Daughter of the Sea

New Fic alert!

I have been writing this in my head for over ten years. Actually sitting down and putting it on paper has been more emotional and fulfilling than I could've ever imagined. Meet Angie Jackson, a 14-year old who finds out she is a demigod and gets more than she ever asked for. Thrown into a world of monsters and gods and titans on the brink of war, with her twin brother (who she had no clue about) MIA from his Quest, she must learn quickly how to become the hero everyone expects her to be, before its too late.

This is a retelling of Battle of the Labyrinth and The Last Olympian where Percy isn't the only child of Poseidon, and doesn't have to shoulder his burdens alone.

I love Angie, and her story, dearly, and I have poured so much of myself into her. I hope you fall in love with her and her story as much as I have. Originally, I created Angie to play a very large role in the Heroes of Olympus series. However, I realized it made more sense for her to come in halfway through the PJO series. This fic (Daughter of the Sea) is the prequel work to the core of Angie's story, which is in HOO. In this story, you will see as Angie learns who she is, comes into her own, and becomes inseparable from her brother. In the next, you will see her become the hero she is fated to be. Without further ado, I welcome you into the world of Andromeda Jackson, Daughter of the Sea.

Chapter 1: I Walk into a Fireplace (Read on AO3 here)

Look, I didn’t know I was a half-blood. 

Growing up, a lot of adults would always call me special . They would gush to my adopted mom at parent-teacher conferences about what a hard worker I was, how I was creative and a great student and always ahead of my classmates. Apparently, I was a pleasure . To the other kids, though, I wasn't precious or special. I was just weird. A freak. A teacher’s pet and goody-two-shoes. So I got used to a double life of gold stars and straight A’s while getting pushed off the monkey bars. 

Recess was always the worst part of my day, and now that I was older, so was lunch. That was the only time I would ever get in trouble, even though I tried my best to keep my head down and stay calm when the other kids would pick on me. Sometimes I just couldn’t help it, though, and I would lose control and end up in the principal's office for giving my bully a bloody nose or ripping out a chunk of their hair. When asked why I had resorted to violence, I would reply with something along the lines of, 

“Suzie said my mom wasn’t my real mom,”

Or,

“Ally said ‘no wonder your real parents didn’t want you, freak!’” 

The principal would then give me a sad, almost sympathetic look, write a referral, and I would cry the whole way home. 

I knew what those kids said were lies—I knew my mom was my real mom even if she didn’t give birth to me. She had raised me ever since I was a baby and was the only family I had ever known. I knew she loved me, she told me so all the time. 

But I always had a nagging feeling that some part of the taunts were true. What if my birth parents really didn’t want me? What if they saw me and decided after a month or two that I wasn’t what they wanted, or that I wasn’t good enough, or worse, that they just didn’t love me? 

I always knew that I was adopted. My mom, Hannah, always told me that my birth parents did love me, very much, but they just couldn’t take care of me. She said they didn’t want to give me up, but they knew I would have a better life with different parents. 

I tried to believe her, but as the years went by, the voices of all those mean kids constantly ringing in my ears made it pretty difficult to hold onto that hope.

But maybe she was right–my life with my mom was pretty good (not counting the constant bullying and strange, scary creatures that only I could see).

Oh yeah, I haven’t mentioned that yet. 

I’ve been this way ever since I can remember. The earliest memory I have is from when I was around three, playing in our backyard. I was creating a concoction of mud, grass, and seeds when I heard a loud noise coming from the roof. When I looked up, I saw, clear as day, a beautiful white horse with black-speckled wings sprouting out of its back, just looking at me. Next thing I knew, I was climbing up a tree in an attempt to get onto the roof, causing my mom to rush out from the house in a panic, pulling me out of the branches while I screamed and cried that I wanted to see the pony. My mom then said that there was no pony on the roof, but I knew she was wrong. 

And that was just the beginning. 

I didn't see them all the time, maybe once or twice every month or so. Despite the infrequency, the sightings never stopped and I eventually just got used to them, learning quickly to keep them to myself. I couldn’t even share what I had seen with my mom, who would just write them off as my imagination, and I got called crazy by the neighborhood kids one too many times. I thought that after years of seeing creatures that looked like they came out of a sci-fi movie would prepare me for anything, but I was wrong. 

It was a hot day in early June and the heatwaves bounced off the boiling pavement and played tricks on my eyes. I had lived in Tucson, Arizona, for fourteen years, my entire life, so you would think the 120 degree summer days wouldn’t phase me anymore, but they were still horrible. It was the kind of heat that sucked every bit of moisture out of you and dried out your lungs. It was unbearable. Still, it was home, and I was riding my beat-up bike back from my best friend’s house, who luckily lived in my neighborhood. At 5pm it was cooler than it had been in mid-afternoon when the sun was at its height, but it was still far from comfortable, and I could feel sweat begin to trickle down my back, the low sun blinding my eyes. 

‘Only a few more blocks’ I said to myself, trying desperately to pedal as fast as possible. I couldn’t see the road well because of the heatwaves and sun, which wouldn’t normally be a problem except when an old woman is standing on the sidewalk directly in my path, which just so happened to be the case. She seemed to appear out of nowhere, and I slammed on my brakes, turning my handle bars hard, causing metal to screech and my tires to skid along the sidewalk. I stopped inches from the grandmother, and when I finally got a look at her face, I wondered if I had ever seen someone who looked so old. 

“My my, going a bit fast, were we?” The lady’s voice was slow and gravelly, her dour tone matching the look on her face. She wore a brown dress that was almost as wrinkled as her skin. 

“Sorry, ma'am, I didn’t see you. The sun–” 

“Ah ah, we mustn't go blaming others for our shortcomings. Right, Andromeda?” 

I stared at the woman in shock–I was sure I had never seen her before, but somehow she knew my name. My real name. 

“Right, sorry.” I straightened my handle bars and told myself she was just a crazy snowbird neighbor who must've heard one of the rare times my mom called me by my full name. “I’d better get home.” The way she was looking at me was starting to make me uncomfortable, and a feeling like an itching started in the small of my back and somehow I knew it meant I needed to go.

To my surprise, she put a wrinkled, leathery hand on my handlebars and gripped tightly so that I couldn’t move them. 

“Oh, my dear,” the itching moved up my spine to the base of my neck, “it’s rude to rush off.” 

“My mom expects me home for dinner and I shouldn’t be late.” The old woman’s platitudes were starting to annoy me, and it showed in the tone of my voice. I attempted to make a break for it, but she held on, stopping the bike. She was surprisingly strong. 

“Andromeda Jackson,” My eyes went wide–I never used my birth surname, and there was no way one of my neighbors would know it. I began to freak out and that itching feeling was getting worse and something deep in my gut was telling me to get out of there. “I’m afraid I can’t let you go just yet. There’s something I still need to know.” 

It was then that my ride home went from bad to really bad. 

The woman changed before my eyes, sprouting large, brown, leathery wings from her back and growing talons from her hands. She looked like a terrifying cross between a very large bat and a very old woman. I was too scared to scream. 

The creature was so close I could feel it's horrible breath on my face, and then it swiped at me. I reacted quickly, diving onto the ground onto a strangers front yard, the rocks digging into my skin. I hoped whoever owned the house wasn’t home, and by the time I rolled over to look for the beast, it was on top of me and I was sure I was about to die. 

My mind went to my mom—my wonderful, hard-working, loving mom-–and a new energy surged through me. My fear and confusion met with my anger and determination and I could feel a tension building inside of me, threatening to bubble over and spill out. I felt a tug deep in my stomach right behind my belly-button, kind of like being on one of those drop rides at a carnival but 10x more intense and way sharper, and I let out a yell.

The monster started to laugh before both she and I were pelted with water that sprayed from an out-of-control hose that had been lying in the yard. The water was more intense than it should've been, like the water from a firehose, and there was a split second where I thought the spray should be hurting a lot more than it actually was. It was the creature’s turn to scream, and something about the spray of the water on my skin gave me the strength to shove it off of me and roll away. I scrambled to my feet and held my hands up defensively, now ready to fight. But the monster just glared at me and growled. 

“My master’s suspicions about you were correct, Andromeda Jackson.” she surveyed me uncomfortably. “He will be most displeased. You’re lucky my orders weren’t to kill you—this time.” With that, she beat her large bat wings and hovered a few feet in the air. “I’m sure we will meet again, young one.” And with a final large beat of her wings, she soared away, flying low over me and messing up my hair with her talons as they barely cleared the top of my head. 

I stood there in shock for a few moments before jumping back on my bike and racing home as fast as I could. I ran into the house breathless, my face red and sweaty, leaving my bike strewn on the rocks in my front yard instead of putting it away. My mom jumped up from where she sat by the fire—why she had a fire going in the middle of an Arizona summer I never knew—but as long as I could remember, there was always a fire going in the house. Whenever I asked about it when I was young, my mom would say something about how important the hearth was to the heart of the home , and eventually I just stopped asking questions. After fourteen years, I was used to it. 

“Angie!” It was clear she could see that something was wrong. “Did you fall off your bike? Have an accident?” 

I stood staring with wide eyes and slowly shook my head. What could I tell her? 

“I–” My mom moved to me with concern, her hand gently going to my forehead. I pulled back in pain as she touched me, and when I saw her hands, there was blood on her fingers. The monster must've scratched me when it flew away, and I didn’t even notice. 

“What happened, love?” 

“You wouldn’t believe me.” My voice was small and I barely recognized it as my own. 

“Trust me, I would.” Something in the way she was looking at me made me want to trust her—but how could I?

“I…I can’t explain it.” She nodded as if she understood, which I didn’t understand. 

“Come to the hearth, I’ll put on a kettle and fix you up.” Sitting by the fire and sipping tea was always moms way to make everything better. The last thing I wanted was to be any hotter, but I listened and moved toward the flames. Strangely, as I sat on the ledge, I didn’t feel any heat. I let my eyes get lost in the fire, allowing myself to be mesmerized by the dancing and flickering oranges and yellows, and for the briefest moment I could’ve sworn I saw red, glowing eyes and a kind face looking back at me, but when I shook my head and opened my eyes again, it was gone. Maybe my head was hurt worse than I thought. 

Soon enough, I had a mug in my hand and a bandage on my forehead. My mom sat down and looked again at the fire beside her. 

“Angie,” her voice was gentle, “you saw something you can’t explain, didnt you?” 

I nodded, my eyes still fixed on my ocean-blue mug. 

“Something like a monster?” 

“Yeah.” 

Instead of acting surprised, she just sighed. “I knew this day would come.” Her words finally made me turn my head and look at her. 

“What?” 

“It’s hard to explain, but you’re…different.” 

“Yeah, I’ve known that for a while.” Let me tell you, it didn't feel great to have the woman who raised you call you different. 

“No, I mean…” She rubbed at her temples, as if the words she was about to say gave her a headache. “You’re not like other kids, other people. You’re–you’re not mortal.” 

I stared at her, not understanding. “How is that possible? What do you mean?” 

“Listen, everything I’m about to tell you is about to sound completely insane, and you’re going to think I’m crazy. But it's all true, and you have to believe me.” 

“Okay mom.” 

“I need you to promise you’ll believe me.” She held out her pinky and I considered it for a while. If any other person did this, I would push their hand back at them. But this was my mom , and something inside whispered for me to trust her. 

“Okay, I promise.” I linked my pinky with her, and she relaxed. 

“There’s no easy way to say this, so here I go—you’re a demigod.” 

“A demi-what?” 

“Demigod. It means you’re half-mortal, half-god.” 

“I know what it means, I’ve seen Hercules. I just didn’t know it was real .” 

“All the Greek myths are real. The gods, monsters, heroes. All of it.” I felt like my head was spinning, like my world was crumbling around me but also falling into place somehow. While everything was confusing, everything also was starting to make sense. 

“How do you know this?” I was gripping my mug so hard my fingers hurt, desperately trying to hold onto something solid. 

“That’s a long story,” she glanced nervously at the flames, “and I don’t know how long we have.” 

“Please, I need to know.” My mom sighed and then tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. 

“Someday, dear. Soon. But for now, we must move quickly. Now that you know who you are, more monsters will come—at least that’s what she told me.” She stood up quickly. “You have to pack.” 

“Pack?” My heart began to race. 

“Yes, and quickly. There is only one place you can be safe now, and it's time to show you.” She offered her hand and I took it numbly. “Take only what you need.” My mom pushed me toward the hallway and I walked slowly to my room, feeling like everything was in slow motion. I let my fingers trace along the walls and I wondered absently if I would ever see them again. My entire life was just flipped upside down, and now I had to pack? I wanted to scream and cry. I heard my mom mumbling to the fireplace, as she often did, and for the first time in my life I truly wondered why. 

It didn’t take me long to pack my life into a suitcase and a backpack. I only took the essentials, as my mom said, which ended up being some clothes, shoes, toiletries, a few trinkets, my favorite books (reading could be difficult, so I tended to read the same ones over and over), and my ADHD meds. When I walked back to the main room, my mom looked like she had been crying, and my heart sank. 

“I’m ready.” For what? I didn’t know. She turned to me and smiled the way parents do when they know they won't see you for a while. A lump formed in my throat. 

“Look at you…all grown up.” She walked to me and put her hands on my shoulders. “The place you’re going to is called Camp Half Blood, you’ll be safe there. You can train and be with other kids who are just like you. They’ll explain everything else you need to know when you get there.” Her eyes were glistening and she pulled me into a tight hug. 

“Why are you talking like this is a goodbye? Aren't you coming, too?” 

“I can't, honey.” Her voice caught, “I’m not like you, although I can see more than most mortals. Even so—it’s against the rules. I’m sorry.” 

Now tears started filling my eyes. 

“I won’t go, then.” 

“Angie, you have to. You’re not safe here anymore.” She pulled away and cupped my face. “When I took you in all those years ago, I promised her I would keep you safe. If anything happened to you while you were under my care I’d never forgive myself.” Tears were now falling down her face, and I could feel the same wetness on my cheeks. “Please, do this for me. Be brave–we will see each other again.” Her eyes were glistening but her smile was warm. I could feel the hot tears running down my face as I looked into the eyes of the woman who raised me, the only person who had ever truly been there for me. The only person who loved me. 

And as much as it hurt, I knew I had to go. We had made a pinky promise to be honest, and if she said Camp Half Blood was the only place I’d be safe, then I trusted her. That tingling returned to the small of my back, and I knew that also somehow was telling me to go. 

“Okay.” I said finally, my voice shaky. “How do I get there?” 

My mom let out a sigh as relief flooded through her body. Then she said something no mother has ever told her child. 

“Get in the hearth.” 

I stared at her in shocked silence for a moment before my words came back to me, “I’m sorry?” 

“Trust me, you’ll be safe.” 

“Mom, I don’t think—” 

“Here,” she cut me off and walked to the kitchen, grabbed a loaf of bread, and handed it to me. “Put this in the hearth and then repeat after me.” She looked at me expectantly, and I tossed the bread into the fire. As it blackened, my mom continued, “Oh Hestia, receive my offering.” 

“Hestia?” 

“Just say it!” It was clear I had limited time to do whatever it was I was supposed to do. 

“Fine! Umm, oh Hestia, receive my offering.” 

“Good. Now: I request your aid as Goddess of the Hearth.” 

I repeated her. 

“If it pleases My Lady, let me pass unharmed through fire and be safely delivered to Camp Half Blood.” 

I finished the ritual and for a scary moment, nothing happened. My mom stared at the flames expectantly. And then suddenly, the flames went from yellow and orange to a cool blue, flickering with green and purple. Now, I’d always been told that blue was the hottest fire, but my mom seemed to be satisfied. 

“Okay sweetie, grab your things. It's time.” 

I swallowed hard. 

“How do we know it worked? What if I get burned?” 

“Angie,” my mom took my hand and I wondered how long it would be until she held me again, “you have to have faith. Hestia has been protecting you your whole life, she will not fail you now.” 

“But I don't understand—” 

“You will, all in the Fates timing.” She gave me another tight hug, letting go quicker than I wished. “Now get your things.” 

I did as she said, putting my backpack on and gathering my suitcase. 

“Oh! I almost forgot.” My mom exclaimed as she rushed to our big bookshelf and grabbed the largest and heaviest tome. I recognized it immediately–a book of Greek myths. They had been my bedtime stories growing up, and I knew most of them by heart. While other kids got Cinderella and Charlotte's Web, I got Jason and the Golden Fleece and Princess Andromeda (my favorite, of course). “Take this, it will help you.” I had to hold it with both hands, clutching it to my chest. 

“Thanks, mom.” She nodded and looked to the flames, which were still flickering blue. 

“You’d better go, it's best not to keep the Goddess waiting.” 

I couldn't believe what was happening, but it was as if an external force was guiding me along when my feet could not. I stepped to the large hearth, and, feeling no heat, took a deep breath, thought here goes nothing , and stepped in. 

I closed my eyes and winced instinctively, but after a few scary moments I realized I wasn’t being burned alive. Sure I felt the flames, they were warm, but they didn’t hurt. I laughed in relief, but my mom didn’t look surprised. 

“I’m proud of you, Andromeda. I love you, and you always have a home here—remember that.” 

It was rare my mom called me by the name given to me at birth, and for some reason, hearing her say it now was confirmation that I was doing the right thing. 

“I love you too, mom.” 

And, almost as if on cue, a golden shimmer filled the hearth and obscured my vision. I felt like I was falling, like I was being pulled through time and space at a speed humans were definitely not supposed to travel. In a moment, I was forcefully pushed forward into a bright room, coughing and covered in soot, my hands gripping my suitcase and my book.

[zannolin]

hello! sorry to bother you, but I saw you said you're reading your book number 91 (!!!! That's impressive) and I've been looking for book recommendations lately, so if you don't mind, would you share some book recs you have? (of fiction if it's possible). thank you!

haha yeah i tend to spend most of my free time when i'm not writing (or doing fiber crafts) reading books. absolutely so happy to give recs!!! all the time!! will talk ceaselessly about the books i'm reading!!

anything by ann patchett ever but my favs by her are bel canto, the magician's assistant, and commonwealth. she's litfic and very very good, even her nonfiction stuff

the scorpio races by maggie stiefvater is my fav book of ALL time. it's ya urbanish fantasy. lifechanging.

the locked tomb series by tamsyn muir. lesbians abound. sci-fi/fantasy absolutely gorgeous in every way. cuts me to the bone

jurassic park by michael crichton. yep there's a book! i am almost done reading it right now (it is in fact book number 91) and i seriously love it like could not recommend more.

any of kristen arnett's books but mostly dead things by her is my fav! it's about a lesbian taxidermist

it's middle grade but the beyonders trilogy by brandon mull is so so so good and i love it deeply

lockwood & co by jonathan stroud is a fun ghost/paranormal series; literally the best ghost series i have read bar none

if you like peter pan, fairytale retellings, or having the heart ripped out of your chest by the concept of loneliness and growing up or the lack thereof, the peter and the starcatchers series by dave barry & ridley pearson is a really good peter pan retelling. if you're willing to overlook how some aspects of the peter pan story as a whole have not aged very well. book four is so fucking good tho

i don't often recommend ya fantasy or romance of any kind but the folk of the air series by holly black is a really good fey series with enemies to lovers i actually liked

in a similar vein of the two above, the lunar chronicles series by marissa meyer is a really fun sci-fi retellings of fairytales; heartless by her is not connected in any way but is also a fairytale retelling i fucking LOVE

our wives under the sea by julia armfield is queer, excellent, and a little horrifying

authors i have only read a few from but highly recommend and need to read ALL of include octavia butler and toni morrison

her body & other parties by carmen maria machado is a life-changing collection of queer horror short stories; in the dream house by her is also incredible but it's a memoir and you should look up content warnings on it beforehand if you're a person who doesn't do well with heavy content

i've only read the first two books but the beartown series by fredrik backman is REALLY good; it's about hockey and friendship and living in small towns and stuff. it does deal with some heavy content as well so again w warnings etc but truly i'm obsessed

mexican gothic by silvia moreno-garcia was another horror book i really liked

middle grade again but i adore the twistrose key by tone almhjell (it's fantasy and about like growing up and beloved pets and things) (i'm trying not to rec a ton of middle grade here because i know it's not for everyone but i am an enjoyer of a lot of middle grade series if you ever want recs lol i am like supreme lord of reading puzzle/mystery/adventure series)

i have only read one book by tj klune thus far but my friends swear by him

the princess bride by william goldman is unironically SO good

if you like vague horror, suspense, and having your mind boggled, mona awad is really good

the dead lands by benjamin percy is (stay with me here) a post-apocalyptic retelling of the journey of lewis & clark (yeah the guys from us history) and i'm gonna be real. i was shocked by how much i liked it. it's WILD.

babel by rf kuang is like. massive. but it's really good historical fantasy.

the only good indians by stephen graham jones is really good horror and i've heard really good things about the rest of his books

meddling kids by edgar cantero is this really funky scooby-doo inspired horror/mystery novel that i love. it is Very quirky.

not fiction but animal vegetable miracle (barbara kingsolver; about farming and american food culture and family and stuff), the shallows: what the internet is doing to our brains (nicholas carr; about information technology etc), long live the tribe of fatherless girls (t kira madden; memoir, trigger warnings again), and the radium girls (kate moore; us history) are just. so so so good. in many different ways. couldn't not rec them!!

thistlefoot by gennarose nethercott is really good fantasy; it's an urban fantasy take on the baba yaga mythos that i really loved

four treasures of the sky by jenny tinghui zhang is historical fiction with a tinge of fantasy; gorgeous writing

the girls at the kingfisher club by genevieve valentine is a flapper retelling of the 12 dancing princesses

tender is the flesh by agustina bazterrica is really really fucked up horror/dystopia about a world where cannibalism has been legalized; very graphic in a sense but like. WILD to read.

i hope that's a good range! i read allll sorts of books and i know not all of them appeal to everyone but those are the ones i've really really enjoyed within the last couple years. hope you find something you enjoy out of all of them!

[theoceanoasis]

Soundrod moment where Hot rod has a lot of back pain and his chest is swollen during the invasion and he thinks its because of the stress and tainted energon. Only to find out he’s sparked when his abdomen plating starts expanding and he can’t stand the smell of energon.

Perceptor pulls him aside to confirm it for him and now Hot rod is worried about telling Soundwave because they had a one time frag that they never talk about.

He groaned. His tanks lurching as he crouched down throwing up the energon he could barely keep down. He was trying be as quiet as possible worried about bothering the others.

He knew something was wrong. He felt off in a way he'd never felt before. His body was always in pain and his chest felt swollen and sensitive making it hard to touch.

He tried to dismiss it thinking it was stress or maybe tainted energon. However it was getting harder to ignore his sinking suspicion. Shivering he felt tears fall and wrapped his arms around himself for comfort. He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't be sparked. There was no way. Not when he had a spark baffle.

"Hot Rod?"

He flinched when there was a knock on the door. Panicking slightly, he stayed frozen refusing to open the door in hopes Percy would go away.

"I know you're in there."

He shouted.

"Go away!"

In hopes Perceptor would leave him alone. He didn't want to deal with his judgement, that he was stupid enough to get sparked during a time like this.

"I can't do that."

He frowned curling into a smaller ball and wishing Percy would leave him alone.

"I'm coming in."

Despite his protests. The door opened and the scientist walked inside. He flinched expecting anger and was surprised when Percy seemed understanding.

"Oh Hot Rod."

He kneeled onto the floor and wrapped his arms around him. He buried his head into his chest and cried.

"Do you want me to make sure?"

He nodded and pulled away enough for Percy to test him. When the results came back positive he cried again. Thinking about the last time he'd interfaced. It had been with Soundwave. They'd been training together and one moment they were arguing and the next they were... Interfacing.

He panicked having no idea how he was going to tell the Decepticon. He knew he wouldn't want the sparkling, what they had was a one night frag nothing more.

"It's going to be okay. We'll free the others and Ratchet can help you. Although I have to ask."

"I don't want to talk about it."

Percy nodded and pulled him closer.

"I'm sorry Hot Rod."

He leaned against him feeling exhausted. He wanted to keep his sparkling but he didn't know how to tell Soundwave or if he should. He was worried Soundwave would kill their sparkling. After all he couldn't be attached to an Autobot. Megatron would never allow it and Soundwave would always choose him.

Rubbing a hand over his belly he felt his eyes grow heavy and he ended up falling asleep wrapped in Percy's arms.

The scientist sighed looking down at the younger bot. He'd recognized his symptoms because he'd been sparked a long time ago.

He ended up having a sparkling who he loved so much and wanted to keep. Promising to always love his sparkling and made sure they have the best life possible.

However he was not allowed to and when his sparkling was a year old he were taken from him. Ripped from his arms as he screamed and fought trying to get his little one back.

He'd been inconsolable for months wanting to die. The only thing keeping him going was the thought of one day reuniting with his little one

He pet Hot Rods spoiler feeling tears in his optics as he remembered his little one. By a twist of fate the two of them were reunited and now his sparkling was having his own and this time he wouldn't let anyone separate the two.

Although he wished his sparkling didn't have to go through the same pain as him. The sire had abandoned the both of them shortly after he'd gotten sparked and he never wanted Hot Rod to go through the pain of carrying alone. Although now he wouldn't be alone because he had him and he'd be there for him every step of the way. Even if Hot Rod didn't know the truth. That he was his carrier.

[lavendarneverlands]

tell me some completely random stuff about you :)

Ooo that’s a good one and once again surprisingly hard😂 as an introvert (despite the fact I’m going to ramble… I always ramble… I’m a little ADD from C-PTSD in case you can’t tell from my pages of chaos😂) — but there’s some random facts right in there. 1. I am an introvert (another reason I love Tumblr over other platforms😂) 2. I love psychology & learning! 3. I’m a huge fan of therapy & advocating for mental health especially in childhood trauma & chronic illness.

It’s also why I love fandoms & books because they have been an incredibly powerful coping mechanism for me & I find it beautiful how much fictional stories can inspire real change.🥹😊

As you can see from my page I’m a HUGE fangirl! … I was lucky enough to be raised in what I consider to be “the golden age of fandoms”: Percy Jackson & the Olympians, Harry Potter (though I do not support LGBTQ discrimination or generally any toxicity within any fan-base), Star Wars, Divergent (RIP my fangirl self… that series wrecked me), Once Upon A Time, anything by Kiera Cass, & everything Leigh Bardugo, Twilight😂 (yes I was that emo teen) & of course Vampire Diaries🤣 I will always be a Marvel nerd (Agent’s of S.H.I.E.L.D. & Agent Carter & WandaVision are forever favorites). I’ve seen every sit-com you could probably think of but here’s some: Gilmore Girls, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, New Girl, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, The Office, Parks and Rec, Brooklyn Nine-Nine. I love history & am an old soul (Downton Abbey was an era of MY LIFE😂); I would happily read Jane Austen anytime. I love poetry & the Brontë sisters, Sylvia Plath, Virginia Woolf, etc.

Pretty much anything artsy; poetry, writing, painting, singing, dancing, acting, design, etc. I kinda hop around hobbies & interests. I almost always have music on (I love Broadway; Hades-town & Hamilton are favs) I am a major Swiftie of course (& I do fit the “stereotype” of LOVING FALL😂 if I could live in combat booties & sweater dresses, survive off pumpkin spice latte’s, & always have rainy weather to curl up with my cat & a book I would) my taste can be all over the place (I can pretty much find something to enjoy in anything) Conan Gray, Olivia Rodrigo, Chapell Roan, Maisie Peters, Sabrina Carpenter, lorde, Ashe, Lizzo, Lana Del Rey, Gracie Abrams, Lizzy McAlpine, Aaron Dessner, Avery Lynch, Billie Marten, Clairo, Delaney Bailey, Em Beihold, Phoebe Bridgers, Lucy Dacus, boygenius, Mitski, Laufey, AJR, Billie Eilish, FINNEAS, Hozier, Shawn Mendes, Adele, Paris Paloma… this list could go on forever.😂

I have horrible insomnia but it’s my secret weapon when it comes to work, school, family & friends, + having seen/read as much as I have.😅😂🤣

I am mostly fluent in sign language & sarcasm … I use both often🤣

I LOVE ANIMALS! I am obsessed with my pets! If I could run an animal shelter out of my home I would.

The true joy of my life (that anyone who knows me knows) is my little siblings, being their big sister is the greatest honor of my existence + my nieces/nephews are the coolest little humans & being aunt/nanny is my dream job always.😊🥰

[fabianvalencia561]

(It's a little bit late but here's a little Easter comic )

*It was a very beautiful day on this day. More animals of many sizes came out.*

Percy: *He picks up a bunny from the ground* Hello little bunny! *He smiles happily even though he looks very tired.*

*Percy carefully plays with the bunny for a bit until Percy hears a voice coming from behind him.*

Toby: Come on Percy you know you can't be outside by yourself-

Percy: but I'm fine.... I thought corrupted don't go out when the sun is out-

Toby: I know..... I know.... But ..... It's still not safe..... Come inside....the others are waiting for you inside....

Percy: .... Ok *he stands up and tries to get inside but Toby stops him again*

Toby: *Ahem...* Percy... You can't bring the bunny inside.... This one is a wild animal not a house pet...

Percy: *he was a bit upset* ...... *Sigh* Ok ..... *He puts down the bunny and goes inside*

*Once both Toby and Percy go inside the bunny bolted to the forest. The bunny goes deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper into the forest and then it is grabbed and pushed to the ground with a strong force. The bunny panicked and squeaked in fear as it tried to escape.*

Corrupted Leader: Try to escape all you want but in the end you can't..... *He pushed the poor little bunny into the ground more and more.* It's almost funny..... Many used to compare me to you..... Small... Weak...... And will most likely be killed easier in life......

*The Corrupted Leader put even more pressure on the poor innocent creature that you could easily hear its little bones crack more and more and more and the bunny moved less and less.*

Corrupted Leader: Well.... Now look at me.... Not so weak.... After all..... I'm not as pathetic And as weak as you are! *He laughed a bit* .....

Corrupted Leader: Well... Enough talking with you.... *He opens his mouth wide showing the more monstrous he has become. There were many rows of sharp teeth some would be mistaken for razors on how sharp they are. Then a loud sound of cracked bones and ripped up flesh and internal organs as fresh blood falls to the ground.* ..... I'm no longer as weak..... As you....

:]

[happyk44]

Percy glared back at what felt like his own eyes. Same relaxed but vicious ocean blue. The gag around his mouth was tight, so were the bounds along his hands and arms and legs, pinning him right to the chair. On top of that, was the water pressure immensely pushing down at him.

And he couldn’t fight back against it.

Sure, the ocean was his home.

But it was his father’s kingdom.

The same father that had his tanned freckled hand plunged into Nico’s mess of black curls as he slowly dragged himself in and out of his would-be boyfriend.

They were still hashing out their relationship.

Probably why his father felt it was so easy to dip in and snag him for a “taste”. Not that Nico seemed to mind with his eyes hazed over and mouth gone slack.

After a piston of orgasms, the only thing he seemed to be capable of was moaning nonsensical words Should Percy have been a little more than pissed about what happening? Of course. But so far they were nothing. Nico could hook up with whoever he wanted.

And if he wanted to fuck his godly uncle, then all the power to him. It was just a little aggravating to be put in such a position. Forced to watch as his dad pressed bruises and hickeys all along Nico’s otherwise scarred porcelain skin. It made him so uncomfortably stiff in his pants.

“I want to teach you something important,” he’d said that morning and then everything was a whirl of cold water and Nico was flushed to his ears in front of him, as naked as the day he was born, muttering something about how this wasn’t what he meant, until his dad, shirtless and grinning maniacally, slid a hand through his hair and pulled. Nico went so quiet so fast, his face blanking out with a small squawk.

“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” Poseidon bit at Nico’s jaw, a predatory grin baked into his lips. Nico’s eyes fluttered as his hand dragged down from his hair and tightened around his throat. “If you weren’t my favourite son, I’d keep him, to be honest.” Nico whined. “He’d make such a good pet.”

Percy growled but Poseidon wasn’t paying him any mind anymore.

Instead he landed another fleeting kiss against Nico’s cheek and released to flop boneless to the soft of the bed. His hands gripped painfully at Nico’s hips. A slight shift in position and then it was all over.

No matter how hard he tried to muffled himself in the mess of blankets under his head, Nico’s voice careened higher and higher with each slamming thrust. His knuckles were bone pale with how hard he clenched his fists.

And then he choked, a breathless gasp, like he’d been drowning this whole time and had finally cleared the surface for water.

It was such a pretty sound.

Although his dad’s finishing grunt was less appealing and soured it slightly.

The pressure keep Percy in place vanished and he had rung the bounds off of him in seconds, slicing away at them with ice cold precision. He ripped the gag off his mouth and jumped to his feet, only to freeze.

What exactly was he supposed to do now?

Poseidon pressed another kiss to the top of Nico’s head, murmuring something Percy could hear but had Nico humming happily as he leaned into the soft touch. Then he snapped his fingers. Percy startled as a first aid kit appeared in his hand.

Poseidon patted his shoulder as he walked by. Luckily, he’d tucked himself back into the shorts he’d never taken off so Percy didn’t have to contend with anything worse than the glimpses he’d seen slipping in and out of Nico’s ass.

“I have a meeting.” He took off towards the bathroom. “Patch him up for me, would you? Pretty things like that-” He glanced back with a deadly grin. “-should be kept in pristine condition.”

[ppeonppeonhan]

15 people, 15 questions

I was tagged by a new mutual zimmbzon in this fun little getting-to-know-you quiz.

Are you named after anyone?

Real name: Yes, a saint (first) and my grandma (middle).

Tumblr handle: It means "shameless" in Korean. Jungkook of BTS said that word perfectly described V, and it stuck with me -- and not many foreign words do. Plus, it perfectly encompassed the content I share here. 😜

When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday, thinking about Night potentially unaliving himself if he reaches his limit with Day's emotional abuse, and Mhok being triggered to remember his sister's death if he witnesses the attempt and tries to stop him. (#LastTwilight) In real life, making myself cry worrying about shit that didn't or might not even happen is my specialty. Anxiety perpetually at 11.

Do you have kids?

Do my parents count?

What sports do you/have you played?

If I were athletically inclined, I'd play soccer, baseball, tennis, volleyball, and hockey. But I am extremely accident prone, and deeply disinterested in anymore ER visits.

Do you use sarcasm?

My best friend gifted me this in college, so...probably.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Whether or not they feel comfortable around me. It helps me gauge how much of my personality I should show. Am I starting at a 10 or a 2? I know we'll be good friends if I can hit 10 before we part ways.

What is your eye color?

I wish my eye color was violet or that eye color changed based on your emotions. This thought inspired by my recent viewing of both Dungeons & Dragons and the new Percy Jackson Disney series.

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

Love a happy ending, but only if it makes sense and doesn't seem tacked on after a major unresolved conflict. I only do scary if it's a murder mystery, cause it's like solving a puzzle.

Any talents?

I don't panic under pressure. If anything, it's when I excel the most. Which...is probably a trauma response, but whatever. Lol I've also always been good at seeing the potential in people, whether they were famous or a work colleague. Like I can tell when someone is going to excel in life and what they would excel at.

Random example: Jesse Plemons. Who could've predicted him going from dorky Landry in Friday Night Lights to a respected character actor across film & TV? Me. I did. Who could've predicted he would marry Kirsten Dunst and have kids? Nobody. That one was a curveball. Lol I mean, his competition was Josh Hartnett. Be fucking for real.

Where were you born?

On the East Coast.

What are your hobbies?

I work too much to have substantial hobbies, but if I had time, I would do these more: skateboard, write fiction, photography, wander new cities/neighborhoods, make crafts, explore museums, cook new recipes, learn how to play the drums, and learn Korean + Thai + Tagalog.

Do you have any pets?

No, I'm afraid of having to bury them -- and I don't want to clean up poop. Lol But if I could have pets, I'd get a parrot, an iguana, a lot of different fish, and whatever breed of dog Henry Cavill has. For now, I'll stick to my 8 plants. (RIP to the previous 7.)

How tall are you?

Tall enough to reach things for all of my under 5'4" friends -- of which I have many.

What was your favorite subject in school?

Science, but I was very bad at it. Lol I excelled mostly at Math, English, and Spanish.

What is your dream job?

Storytelling in all its forms. But based on my career trajectory, I'd be happy to settle for a marketing job that allows me to craft very subtle product placement in a series or film.

I'm tagging... @my-rose-tinted-glasses, @wanderlust-in-my-soul, @gothicbarbie, @mikuni14, @heretherebedork, @liyazaki, @mooninagust to post their responses, if they haven't already.

But it's TOTALLY optional. Happy motherf*ckin' New Year! 🤸🏿���♀️

[slut-and-falcon]

Thoughts that just occurred to me about Percy Weasley

-the boy was def a victim of Parentification

-he was told is beloved pet was actually a grown ass man who also was a mass murder. I’m going to assume he didn’t take that well. Percy likely slept with that rat in the same bed; I can only imagine the mental toll that reveal took on him.

-his little sister was possessed and almost died. I feel like that’s not talked about enough lol.

-is told that his boss, the man he looks up to and who has mentored (?) him, sent an innocent Sirius Black to prison with no trial; and that everything that was done regarding the Death Eater trials was unethical and illegal? That’s a rip in your faith of government that he’s worked his own life to work in.

-was friends with Cedric; this is more of a between the lines read of canon, but they were neighbors and around the same age. Totally makes sense they would be friends, and so post the Graveyard, of course Percy would be confused and angry at why his friend is dead.

- Percy gets promoted at the ministry, he’s like 18-19, and is functionally running an entire department by himself. Only for his father to tell him that he doesn’t deserve it and that he only got the position due to his bosses wanted to use him as a spy. Of course that would hurt a normal person, but following all the things previously listed?

Percy being told he would easily betray his family would be a guy punch. Here is this boy who likely stepped in all the time to help raise his siblings, and looked after them at school. He put up with all of their antics, and still took care of them. He has done NOTHING to show that he disliked his family and would betray them beside take up a job position that was encouraged by his father (Arthur wanted his kids to work in the ministry).

Furthermore, it wasn’t public knowledge that Voldy wasn’t full dead post 1981 Halloween. Of course Percy would be questioning the events leading to Cedric’s death. You have Harry- who is a trouble maker and who breaks rules that are in place for safety purposes- who is tied to Ginny’s experience, and is the one who reveal his pet rat was actually a creepy man. Harry is the root of Percy’s blissful ignorance. It makes perfect sense he would be wary of everything.

I totally see how he could have seen Cedric’s death as being and accidental result of Harry’s rule breaking, and Dumbledore (who public ally favors Harry) covering for him by saying Voldy is back.

If Voldy is back, Dumbledore automatically gets more power in society since Voldy fears him- so there is the motivation of a lie.

Anyway, this is me basically saying that Percy def wasn’t the only, and really even the bad guy in his situations in canon.

[novemberwasgrey]

Heyy! I loved loved loved the headcanons that you wrote for me. I dont know if your requests are still open, but can you do another daughter of Ares reader (also Percy's age) and what her relationship with each of her siblings would be like? The reader would have wavy dirty blonde hair with green eyes and central heterochromia, she's gay, she's super kind and caring but also hilarious and sarcastic, she loves her leather boots with ripped jeans and oversized t-shirts, she loves dogs, she loves rock music (especially the Skillet band), she tells her dad straight up when he's being a dick and when he was acting like a 5 year old over his and Percy's fight, she's a chaotic good, always does dumb shit, etc. Let me know if you want to know more about her lol! Thank you so much in advance!

Sorry I took so much time to reply, been busy. This oc reminds me a lot of one of mine, Sonny, who's also a daughter of Ares so it was really funny to write.

I named her Darcy because the fact that she's gay af and blonde reminded me of Darcy from Heartstopper (great graphic novel and Netflix show, everyone watch it)

She has basically no filter and says everything that comes to her mind

...which often brings her a lot of trouble.

She's the least afraid of Phobos and Deimos and is always sarcastic with them when they try to taunt her so her antics never really work and they're annoyed by that.

Indeed, Darcy's the queen of chaos and bad ideas just like Mark and Sonny.

But she's also a good prankster which makes her one of the rare Ares kids to be friend with the Stolls.

She even helped Connor getting together with Sonny.

Darcy doesn't know Clarisse that well because she arrived in camp when she had already left for college but they got to know each other a lot more when Clarisse started to visit and they became closer.

Clarisse actually recognizes herself a lot in Darcy because she is very devoted to her cabin and siblings, and thinks Darcy could be cabin leader one day.

Ares kids are tough and everything you want but they all have a soft spot for animals, especially dogs. Darcy and Aria (other Ares girl oc of mine) are the worst when they meet a dog and start cooning and petting them

One time, she snuck out of camp with her brother Oliver (other Ares oc, yes I have lots of them) to go see a Skillet concert because they're both huge fans and they didn't come until the next morning. Chiron was furiouuuuus.

And yes, along with Mark, she's the one who never hesitates to tell Ares how it is. The poor god doesn't even try to reason with her at some point since she's a big talker and can argue for hours.

Even though she is daughter of Ares with one of his lovers, Aphrodite loves her.

Also she's Drew's best friend. I think she'd know Drew's bitchy demeanor is a role she plays and/or a defense mechanism.

[oceanblueeyesoul]

Helloo, hi! Hope you’re doing well :) I recently started reading PJO fanfics and I really love yours! Could I request a Percy Jackson cabin and dating matchup with some h/cs?

I am a Cancer, ESTJ(though I feel more like an I sometimes), I have really dark brown hair that’s straight and ends about half an inch above my shoulders. I’m also just barely above 5ft, have brown eyes, and Asian(South Korean, to be exact). My aesthetic is a mix of dark academia and royalcore.

Personality: It varies a LOT, actually. In front of my friends I’m usually loud and like to play rough a lot, but when I’m around family or by myself I’m really quiet and keep mostly to myself. I’m also really stubborn, competitive, negative, and I can keep my head cool when something big happens but completely lose it if there’s a minor inconvenience(notes being ripped, etc.). My love language is physical touch and I tend to be sorta distant with my family, and my hobbies include drawing(I want to be an artist someday!), listening to music/singing, reading(but only reading and re-reading a few specific fandoms) and coming up with elaborate characters/stories and researching a ton of stuff for them. I also love Marvel and animals(especially big cats). I hate when people make fun of me for my height and my biggest pet peeve is when people lack common sense. I would like an s/o who I can both love and hate(we’d be bickering all the time and still always be linking arms or they’d have an arm around me etc.). My fatal flaw would be pride.

Oh, and my name is Antonia May Harlow.

Whew, that was l o n g, sorry bout that. I’ll see you later, hopefully! :)

Hi sweetie, I really hope you like this!

PJO Cabin Matchup

You give me Cabin 7 (Apollo) vibes! You and your siblings will have fun with each other by painting, singing and listening to music together.

PJO Matchup

Your PJO soulmate is...

PERCY JACKSON!

Enemies to lovers for sure! The two of you would bicker for sure about different things all together.

He would definitely put your arm around you for everything you do together and you secretly love it a lot.

He would watch anything Marvel for you and maybe get a big pet cat for you to take care of with you.

ESFP x ESFJ soulmates