The weird prisoner/house guest situation was just as confusing as it was frustrating. It didn’t take Jinx long to notice how half of the Firelight camp’s inhabitants scurried back into their burrows every time she was allowed out of her room. They were scared of her and even though Ekko didn’t like to show it, Jinx knew there was a part of him that was scared too. He wouldn’t be doing things this way if he wasn’t.
Where was Ekko, anyway?
He was supposed to be showing up any minute. It wasn’t like him to be late.
“Where is he?”
Jinx hissed, scouring the clearing at the foot of the tree from her window with a scowl. She was playing by his rules- doing the stupid chores and following stupid instructions. That was what he’d wanted, right? They were gonna hang out, do some stupid chores, then when Ekko saw that nothing was gonna blow up, they’d be able to have fun!
Sure, the chores were boring, but they offered valuable opportunities to widen her mental map of the camp. It offered the chance to meet people. See who liked who. See who was scared of a stranger and who was curious. Besides, nobody seemed particularly brave when it came to talking shit when Ekko was around.
‘You really think spending a morning elbow deep in dishwater with you is what he wants?’
“Nobody asked you!” Jinx growled towards the snide voice at her back, tapping her fingers rapidly against the windowsill before reeling around to pace.
Caustic laughter sounded behind her and Jinx stopped, her eyes snapping shut to blot the disruption out.
No. Stop it! You’re not gonna ruin this for us.
Being able to leave the room and do even the smallest stupid things was a break from the maddening monotony of being a prisoner. No. It was going to be fine. Ekko was gonna come over and for a short window in the day, everything would be interesting again.
Jinx took a sharp, steeling breath, heading back to the window to check again. Aha! There he was! A rush of relief steadied the growing uncertainty and restlessness in her gut. By the time she heard Ekko at the door, an eager smile had replaced the growing agitation that had been there moments prior.
She was in a good mood today.
“Ekko!” Jinx was already halfway out of the door when Ekko opened it. If he was so busy playing boss, it only made sense that they got the boring task outta the way quickly so that they’d have more time for the interesting stuff!
Ekko didn’t look great. Kinda…clammy? Jinx scrutinised his face for a moment before clapping him on the shoulder.
“I don’t blame ya for not being excited, but you should really try to set a good example.” She chirped, leaning in with a conspiratorial air as they walked. His guard seemed to be up today. Why was that? Had somebody said something to him? Had there been a secret Firelight squabble behind the scenes? Maybe. But there was something else to the way he was carrying himself. Was he sick? He didn’t _sound_ sick. Upset?
“Y’know Piltover use these machines to do their dishes. Saw ‘em in a kitchen once. Kinda clever, but I get why you’d wanna keep things interesting. Remember when Mylo did dishes for Vander that one time and sliced his hand open?” She cackled, eyes lighting up at the memory.
“There was so much blood!”
People were watching as they made their way through the camp. Jinx could feel their eyes on her, watching the way a flock of sheep eyed a wolf. There was something satisfying about walking past with Ekko. She wanted to stick her tongue out at them all- take that!
They arrived at their station to see everyone else assembled and making a start. Scar was there (because of course he was), along with another handful of people Jinx didn’t remember the names of. She narrowed her eyes towards Scar in an aloof acknowledgement, as though he were a bug she’d resolved to tolerate so long as it didn’t land on her. Great! Now that they were all assembled, they could start. Jinx glanced back to Ekko. Whatcha want me to do, then?
It became abundantly clear very quickly that Ekko had no intentions of sticking around. It also didn’t take much to notice that this came as no surprise to anyone else there. It was almost like they’d expected it. Were they all in on something? They’d been talking about her behind her back. This was proof. Confusion and a sudden surge of uncertainty flashed through Jinx’s eyes as she looked back to Ekko. He’d tricked her. This wasn’t the deal! They were supposed to do this together. So much for that.
As Ekko got further and further away from the group, the ugly feeling in Jinx’s chest got worse. In disbelief, she felt herself stare after him as though half expecting him to turn around at any moment and inform her that she’d passed some kind of stupid secret test. He didn’t turn around. No. Today was supposed to be going well.
i have lots of flaws but i do at least take a fair amount of comfort knowing that, if i were a customer NPC in a fast food/retail management game, i would be one of the chill early-level ones that can wait a super long time before they start getting impatient, and you breathe a sigh of a relief when you see them show up in a harder level
reminder that the only reason the "ADHD is actually demigod BATTLE STRATEGIES" and "dyslexia is DEMIGOD BRAINS HARDWIRED FOR ANCIENT GREEK" things exist in the PJO universe is because it's a very direct reference to early 2000s teaching/parenting techniques for neurodiverse and disabled children, which aimed to frame childrens' disabilities and hardships as a "superpower" or strength so that the children would feel more positively about their disabilities or situations. This technique has fallen out of favor since then for the most part since more often than not it just results in kids feeling as though their struggles are not being seen or taken seriously.
Yes, demigods are adhd/dyslexic (and sometimes autistic-coded) in the series. This is extremely important and trying to remove it or not acknowledge it makes the entire series fall apart because it is such a core concept. Yes, canon claims that their adhd/dyslexia is tied to some innate abilities, which is based on an outdated methodology. It's important to acknowledge that and understand where it comes from! But please stop trying to apply it to other pantheons in the series like "oh, the romans have dyscalculia because of roman numerals!" or "the norse demigods have dysgraphia for reasons!" - it's distasteful at best.
A better option is to acknowledge the meta inspiration for why that exists in the series, such as explaining potentially that Chiron was utilizing that same teaching methodology to try and help demigods feel more comfortable with their disabilities and they aren't literal powers. In fact, especially given Frank, there's implication that being adhd/dyslexic isn't a guaranteed demigod trait, which means it's more likely to be normally inherited from their godly parent/divine ancestor as a general trait, not a power, and further supports the whole "ADHD is battle strategy" thing being non-literal. It also implies the entire greco-roman pantheon in their universe is canonically adhd/dyslexic - and that actually fits very well with the themes of the first series. The entire central conflict of the first series fits perfectly as an allegory about neurodiverse/disabled children and their relationships with their undiagnosed neurodiverse/disabled parents and trying to find solutions together with their shared disability/disabilities that the kid inherited instead of becoming distant from each other (and this makes claiming equivalent to getting a diagnosis which is a fascinating allegory! not to mention the symbolism of demigods inheriting legacies and legends and powers from their parents and everything that comes with that being equivalent to inheriting traits, neurodiversity, and disabilities from your parents).
anyways neurodiversity and disability and the contexts in which the series utilizes representation of those experiences particularly during the 2000s symbolically within the narrative is incredibly important to the first series and the understanding of what themes it means to represent. also if i see one more "the romans have dyscalculia instead of dyslexia" post in 2023 i'm gonna walk into the ocean.
[this is kind of a messy ramble, sorry about that]
Demon Twins AU, except Danny is loyal to the League.
The League of Assassins is a “cult” for a reason. They know what they’re doing. Ra’s has been around for a very long time; he’s seen every trick in the book and then some.
So when his daughter Talia gave him two, near-identical twin grandsons, he had already planned out their lives by the time the sun had set on their first day living. He knew the plans weren’t perfect. Nothing ever went exactly how he wanted it to. But that was the joy of being absolutely fucking ancient. Ra’s adapted better than anyone. If something went wrong, Ra’s will simply work around the issue and live to see another day.
So the boys were raised as he wished. Ruthless, with sharp blades and even sharper wit. They matched each other in every way, blow for blow. Neither won more than the other, and Ra’s encouraged the competition between the twins. Eventually, the battle for title of Heir came, and Damian won that particular match.
Danny was fine with this. Thrilled, even, for his brother to earn the title of Heir. The boys were very close, and worked well to take down targets twice their size. Ra’s approved this, and granted Danny title of Shadow. He was to be Damian’s eternal shadow, a guard. Both Talia and the boys were pleased with this.
But then came the time for the boys to learn how to live without each other. They’d gotten too used to someone guarding their back. Too complacent and too confident in their roles. Ra’s knew it would happen, and so sent Danny off at a very young age to live with some sleeper agents in America.
The Fentons.
Damian would stay here, with Talia, to learn how to be the perfect Heir. He needed to learn how to fight without the assistance of his brother.
Danny would go to Amity Park, and be fostered by the Fentons. He needed to put his skills to practical use and learn how to live without constant orders.
This was their Test.
Damian did quite well, for a while. Until Talia sent him off to his birth father, The Bat. Reports on his behavior declined in quality after that, and Ra’s couldn’t help but feel dissatisfaction with how the Heir had been corrupted.
Danny’s reports were always immaculate, however. His mask never slipped, and he’d worked himself into the hearts of the townspeople. The sleeper agents, Jack and Maddie, had a daughter who was quite enthusiastic about the properties of the mind, and accept Ra’s instructions to teach Danny with ease. It was the ideal situation.
In Ra’s eyes, Danny was thriving. Damian was not.
And then Ra’s died. The League was in shambles. Damian was at peace with his family, away from the cult he grew up in. He assumed Danny had defected years ago, since their mother stopped giving him reports about his twin.
Then Danny showed up at the Wayne’s doorstep, decked out in full League attire, angry and hostile.
“Tell me, dear brother,” he spat. “Why did you not inform me that Grandfather had died? I had to find out through his spirit when it came to visit from the afterlife!”
When I first met him... he was the most gallant of lovers. He knew so many things.
He delighted in sharing his knowledge. He had a castle full of treasures, and he took such pleasure in showing them, giving them to me.
He was so gentle, and his skin felt like white silk against my skin.
And I gave what I could give to one such as he. When we made love, it was like a flame: I felt utterly engulfed, utterly loved. Treasured.
I have been with many poets, many dreamers... but his love alone was ice and fire. His eyes were stars.
Phil: Doin' a lot of traveling around the New Years. Oh boy, oof. Oh golly, oh gee. But it should be worth it! It should be really good. I'm looking forward to it, Kristin's looking forward to it.
Random Chatter: What about Tallulah and Chayanne?
Phil: I told them already what's going on. I already told them. They already know when I'm getting back and all that stuff, so.
Random Chatter: The cookies though?
Phil: [Shrugs] So? I'm... physically not here? [Laughs] There's more things - there's more important things in life than feeding a virtual egg cookies, I'm sorry to say, dude. [Laughs]
Random Chatter: Get Tubbo to feed eggs cookies.
Phil: [Laughs and mimics the chatter in an annoying voice] "Get this person!" "Get that person!" ALSO IGNORING THOSE PEOPLE ALSO HAVE LIVES! Jesus Christ. That says a lot about what you think of your streamer. Oh my god, dude. Let them have a fcking week off man! Let the Eggs have a week off, you kidding me? They're people, too, they're admins!
Random Chatter: The eggs need to live.
Phil: They do! By having a week off! [Laughs] Leave them alone! Holy fck! Good lord... If I- if- Dude. If anyone in my chat is genuinely like gonna come into stream, and like - be pissed off that different members of QSMP are just not logging in, I'm banning you on the spot, 'cuz that is so fcking toxically online of you. That is SO chronically online of you. You need to take a break, and I'm giving you that break. I'm forcing you to take a break from your PC. Fckin' get up from the - look away from the screen.