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yendts · 2 days

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some hoo kids✨

used a mix of these refs for funzies

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amesliu · 3 days

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Sally and Annabeth making cupcakes 🧁. Commissioned by @phykios for @perseannabeth

#Annabeth chase #Sally Jackson #Percy Jackson #Percy Jackson and the olympians #heroes of Olympus #pjo #hoo #percabeth #fanart

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pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid · 3 days

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You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

#do you ever just 🥲🥲🥲#remembering how young nico was kinda hits hard everytime I look back🥲#pjo memes #nico di angelo #the ghost king #pjo funny #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #toa #percy jackson #pjo fandom #trials of apollo #hoo #pjo #percy jackson books #the titans curse #pjo nico

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mediumgayitalian · 22 hours

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@mothmanavenue you ate this one little thing

#cannot believe you said this to me #you and your audacity #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #nico di angelo #percy jackson & nico di angelo

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siminiecricketart · 22 hours

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Celestial trio running by please make way!!!! They’re on a quest!!! 🔱 🦉 🐐

#pjo #percy jackson #hoo #annabeth chase #percabeth #grover underwood #pjo tv #my art

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springmagpies · 3 days

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New Camp Jupiter Camper: Praetor Levesque and Praetor Zhang are so professional.

Other New Camper: I know. So poised and put together and serious.

Percy Jackson: *rolling up to camp for College blaring on the horn of his parents Prius* FRANK! HAZEL!

Frank and Hazel: *screaming their heads off and booking it down the road, Frank occasionally excitedly turning into different animals as he goes* PERCY!!!

Percy: *parking the car but exiting out of it through the open window* AAAAAAHH!!! GUYS!!!!

Frank: YOU’RE HERE!!!

Hazel: YAY!!!!

Percy: WHOOOOO!!! HAZEL YOU’RE PRAETOR NOW! SHUT UP I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!

Hazel: WE MISSED YOU!

Percy: WE MISSED YOU!

Annabeth: *exiting out of the passenger side door* Yeah, we did!

Hazel: ANNABETH!!! AAAAAH!!!

Annabeth: AAAAAAH!!

#pjo #heroes of olympus #hoo #Percy Jackson #annabeth chase #frank zhang #hazel levesque #percabeth #frazel #grover is also screaming excitedly from the car you just know he is

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strungoutheart · 15 hours

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original series first prev

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modawg · 14 hours

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i like to think annabeth can pick up percy

as they’ve gotten older it became harder since he’s taller then her and weighs more so like if he threw himself at her she might stumble and not catch him per-say but if he’s sitting or laying down she can lift with her legs and move him from one place to another

when they were younger she would do it much easier and it was the funniest shit ever

since she’d been training much longer then he was she learned to stand like a statue so he really could throw himself at her and she could do a pretty good job at catching him and walking around with him like a sack of potatoes

they probably found this out when he was fighting with clarisse at like 14 and they’d all had enough so selina pulled clarisse out and annabeth just kinda yanked him away and threw him over her shoulder

after this it became quite common annabeth did it mostly just bc she had a big fat crush on him and it was like the best way to get close to him and it was funny for everyone involved but it also became common practice for literally anyone to do this

charlie definitely did percy perched on his shoulders a lot but he couldn’t sway too much otherwise they’d both topple over and clarisse definitely did just bc she could but percy HATED that

i also think it took a while for percy to do it back like it was his GOAL for a long 4 years to manhandle them back

he’d randomly walk over to charlie grab him around the thighs and LIFT he’d get charlie a good foot off the ground and call that a win clarisse never let him actually get that far but by tlo percy could carry annabeth easily and it’s like one of his favorite activities now

especially if annabeths studying and not giving him attention (and it’s not smth that’s like deeply important) he’ll pretend he’s going in for a side hug but slip his arms behind her back and under her thighs before lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder

or when she falls asleep in the grass at camp he’ll pick her up bridal style to a more comfortable area

they both have a habit of fake sleeping in uncomfortable spots just so the other will pick them up and move them

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demigods-posts · 2 days

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leo being aromantic is such an amazing headcanon. like it fits so well. being surrounded by couples who complete each other. wanting to have someone who completes him but not in the romantic sense. and feeling broken because of it. always flirting with people to overcompensate. and after landing in ogygia. him and calypso learn not to rely on external validation. learn that they're whole as individuals. and becoming best friends instead of dating. because a romantic relationship is beautiful. but not the apex. i love this so much.

#he would have been so scared to admit it to himself #but also terrified to admit it to his friends #but they reassure him that he is not broken #he is singular #and he is validv #this could have been such a beautiful thing #oh well #my hc is he's aromantic and that's that #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #heroes of olympus #hoo text post #hoo #leo valdez #aromantic leo valdez

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annabethcheese · 1 day

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Percy: Annabeth and I are no longer dating.

Annabeth : Percy, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re engaged .

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #annabeth #percy #percabeth #pjo #mine #dialogue #hoo #riordanverse

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catcacophony · 2 days

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how is nobody talking about the fact that nico's first canon impression of will is "lanky cat stretched out in the sunshine"

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your-honor-im-zesty · 2 days

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"the world will fall to storm or fire" DAMN IT WE COULD'VE HAD THE GRANDEST LOVE STORY OF ALL TIME

#valgrace #leo valdez #jason grace #leo x jason #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson

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kindaqueerngl · 3 days

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yes I ship valgrace and I will until I die

#valgrace #hoo #pjo #toa #gay #mlm #leo x jason #leo valdez #Jason grace #they're gay your honor

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liekasrt · 1 day

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valgrace wip (do we fuck w wasian Jason)

#leo valdez #pjo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #hoo #jason grace #my art #valgrace #tlh #the lost hero #art wip #current wip

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mediumgayitalian · 1 day

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“What are your parameters for loving me?”

Careful to keep her head locked forward, Naomi glances over at her son. Will’s picked-bloody fingernails scrabble at the worn bandage around his wrist, twisting until his knuckles turn white. The car shakes with his violently bouncing leg, out of time with the shuddering engine and rumbling dust roads under the wheels.

“There aren’t any.”

“There have to be — some.” The bandage is longer than she thought, unspooled in his lap. He winds it back up again quickly, hands blurring; darting around his wrist, tapping on his knees, flexing and locking, flexing and locking. “I mean, what if I became a misogynist?”

She snorts. “I think you’re good, honey.”

“No, Mom, what if? Think about it for real. You’d stop loving me, right?”

“I might knock you around a bit, but it’d pretty hard to stop loving you completely,” she teases. She pinches the stubbornly-clinging baby fat of his cheeks between her knuckles, ruffling his hair when he ducks away.

“Seriously, Mama.”

“I dunno, Will. I’d send you to work for your Auntie Di for a while, probably. Reckon she’d straighten you out good.”

“Okay.” He nods, twice to himself, chewing on his lip. The bandage is wrapped around his elbow, now, pulled tight enough that she can hear the groan of his joints. “Okay. What if I killed someone?”

“Be a pretty hefty secret for the two of us.”

“An innocent person. Cold blood, just because I wanted to.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I could, Mom. People are — unpredictable.” He picks at a hole in his shorts until it’s wide enough to slide three fingers through, pulling the bandage in after them. It looks yellowed next to the green of the fabric, worn. “Sometimes you think you know someone but you don’t.”

“I know you.”

She pushes on her turn signal, slowing to a near stop. Will’s twitching fingers unconsciously synch up, cri-tap, cri-tap, cri-tap. The rusted rims groan as her tires amble around the bend, quieting as she lurches forward. They both duck as she hits a pothole, narrowly avoiding the warped ceiling.

“Cold blood, Mama.”

“I’d — it would scare me, I guess.” The next few potholes are smaller — she can avoid them with some manoeuvring. A mouse darts out onto the road, rushing out from the surrounding cornfields, and she slams on the break, thrusting her arm out to the passenger side. Will’s hands come to cup over her forearm as he slams into it, grunting softly. The mouse sprints across the rest of the road, tail swishing behind it, disappearing into the stalks. She settles back into her seat, brushing across Will’s seatbelt as she does, and presses the gas again. “More for you than of you. For what would happen if someone came knocking.”

“You wouldn’t report it?”

“No I wouldn’t report it, Will, Jesus.”

“But I — but I did something evil.”

“This is a hypothetical, baby.”

“And in the hypothetical. You’re —” He scrubs his hand down his face, eyes squeezing shut. “You’re a good person. You have — morals.”

“I’m a person, Will.” The GPS beeps at her — twenty-five miles to the Tennessee border. “And I’m a mother before that.”

“So if I — you would just — just like that? You’d — forgive me?”

“I’d love you,” she corrects.

“But you wouldn’t forgive me.”

She shrugs. “Honestly? I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”

“So how do you know you’d still love me?”

“Because there’s nothing you could do, baby. I mean it.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“Not even if I was a bully? Or a landlord? Or if I — liked boys?”

He says it quickly, or tries to, but he stumbles over his words, tripping over the syllables. Naomi sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it hard.

“You would still love me, if I — if I —”

Keeping her movements steady, she removes her boot from the gas. Will glances, fast, at her tightening knuckles on the steering wheel, looking quickly away. She guides the car to the shoulder of the road, pulling into park, and kills the engine, unclipping her seatbelt and turning ninety degrees to face her son. Will crowds into the corner of the seat, hunching in on himself, shoulders tense and curling, hair failing over her lowered head.

“Oh, Will.”

His body shakes as she pulls him into her, hands trembling so bad they spasm, twitching out of the fists he makes. She shifts until both of her arms wrap tightly around her torso, ignoring the burn of the trench, tucking his forehead into her collarbone, dropping her lips to press against his temples, his cheeks, the crown of his head.

“It’s okay, baby.”

“It’s — not. I’m still, I can still —”

“Sh.” His tears drip onto her shirt, her skin. He chokes back a sob and she tightens, reflexively, pulling his whole body even closer to her, somehow, making space for his too-long legs, knees hitting his chest, feet dangling off the seat, gearshift shoved into his thigh. His chest heaves with the effort of keeping his cries locked up in his throat, hidden behind clenched teeth, squeezed shut eyes. His fingers cling onto her shirt, twisting the fabric so hard it warps. Her own fingers clutch desperately at the ridges of his spine, the inside of his elbow; squeezing, holding, bruising. His voice is rough as raw grit and reedy as pond scum, barely above a whisper.

“I like boys, Mama.”

“I heard you.” She rests her forehead on his shoulder, her own breaths shuddering. “I heard you, sweetheart.”

“I like — a boy.”

“Okay.”

“For a long time.”

Her swallow constricts her throat, shoving the air back in her lungs. How long, she cannot bring herself to ask — when was it, exactly, that he decided he could not trust her with this? When did she lose that privilege? Was it when he started protecting her from the pain in his life, or before? When he lost everyone close to him at once, or when he broke down and told her about it? When was she no longer the person he ran to when he was scared, nervous, afraid?

He used to come to her for everything.

“I love you,” she whispers, voice wet as it slides against the lump in her throat. She squeezes him again, and this time, he squeezes back, pressing his face into her skin. “Will Solace, you are what keeps me going, do you understand that? Come up here, baby, look at me.”

His eyes aren’t hers. He takes after his father, really; after his older brother once upon a time. But he speaks like she does and smiles like she does and stands like she does, and when he cries he gets that same look, like the ocean has emptied itself inside of him. She cradles both palms to his wet cheeks, thumbs pressing under his eyes, kissing his forehead, his cheekbones, wiping the tears away.

“Fifteen years long you’ve been the light of my life. I need you to understand that, Will. I have never loved anything like I love you and there will never be anyone who comes even close. There is no hypothetical, no situation, no anything that could change that. There are no parameters. None. You understand me?”

“Everything stops,” he croaks. “Everything has a limit.”

“Not me,” she says firmly. “You ain’t a baby no more, baby, but you’re gonna have to pretend for a moment that I know everything again. I am telling you that there is no boundary. And I am not giving you the option to disagree. You are my son and my sun and that’s final, Will. That’s final.”

His face crumples. She pulls him close again, sighing, letting him curl up in his lap like he’s ten years younger than he should be, instead of the ten years older he acts. She runs a hand through his knotted hair and another down his back and presses her lips to his temples, holding him every place she can reach, and rocks them, even though there’s no room to do it, humming slow and low under her breath.

“We’ll get there,” she promises, tapping a beat on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Okay?”

He nods into her neck. “Okay.” His voice is small but not cowering, thankfully; small like he’s hiding in her instead of from her. She fights the urge to sag into him, to burst into tears of her own.

“I love you, Will. No matter what and forever.”

“I love you too, Mama.”

#naomi solace love of my life #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #will solace #will solace angst #naomi solace #naomi solace & will solace #hurt/comfort #autistic will solace #coming out #my writing #fic #longpost

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kastalani123 · 2 days

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Hey hey hey, remember how Drew (and Lacy) was mentioned as going to the same school as Sadie in The Serpent's Shadow? So it's like. Implied the two of them are a similar age, especially since they clearly interact plenty, with Sadie knowing her full name and such? I dunno about you, but I never interacted much with kids out of my age range at school, so it's basically implied they're close in age — when Sadie is thirteen (Lacy being said to be a year younger than her).

So, like. What if Drew's. Younger than Piper, actually? By like. A year or so, so she'd be fourteen, rather than the popularly accepted 16/17. I know The Lost Hero tries to say the oldest demigod at the cabin automatically becomes counselor unless challenged by someone who's been on more quests, but Annabeth was counselor at twelve, so I call bullshit and accept the demigod-that's-been-at-camp-the-longest rule as the one automatically takes the role when needed (also, there's nothing saying fourteen wouldn't be the oldest in the cabin post-war, anyways). So Drew could easily not be the oldest in the cabin, and still have to deal with suddenly being head of her family, on top of her older sister being revealed as a traitor, the grief of losing several siblings and friends, and the PTSD that comes with being a soldier.

I just think that'd be very fun for her <3

(And then just. Imagine Piper realizing that maybe she's the oldest, and her younger siblings took part in a war (that was arguably worse than the Giant War Piper was a part of), and maybe that's why Drew's a bit too much of a bitch sometimes, rather than just Girly Girls being automatically evil.)

#pjo #rick riordan #hoo #pjo hoo toa #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjoverse #pjo spoilers #drew tanaka #piper mclean #aphrodite cabin #uncle Rick give us better Aphrodite cabin rep challenge: impossible #cabin ten

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