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riordanverse-madness · 11 months
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THE DAM JOKES ARE BACK Y'ALL
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writerfae · 5 months
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I’m one of those people that lived and breathed the Percy Jackson books when I was younger and therefore regularly forgets that not everyone has read it as a kid
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mediumgayitalian · 2 months
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“Sit down, Solace, you pain in the ass, I’ll get it.”
Will huffs moodily, trying in vain to continue hobbling towards the cupboards against the infirmary wall. Nico has to physically wrestle him back to his cot, which in theory should be way harder, but luckily he’s weak enough from the pain meds that once Nico manages to shove him against the cushions, he can’t get back up.
Ha. Karma.
“You can’t get it,” says the most dramatic drama queen alive, dramatically, “on account of you not know what ‘it’ is.”
Nico smiles patiently. It resembles, to the outside eye and perhaps the inner one also, the bared teeth of a grinning shark. “Tell me, then.”
“No.”
“Then tough shit for you.”
“I’m just gonna wait until you’re turned away again,” Will calls against his retreating back. Nico flips him the bird. “So this was futile, really.”
He’s stubborn, but he’s not an idiot, Nico reassures himself. Surely, the many years — formative years — he’s spent as head medic have made him smart. Surely, Mr. Nagging Nag shall heed his own advice, lest the entire camp descend upon him in swathes of shrieking, not quite righteous fury, intolerant or hypocrisy. Surely.
He hears the creak of a rickety bed, a thunk of something hitting the wooden floorboards, and a soft oof.
He closes his eyes and exhales deeply.
For fuck’s sake.
When he turns around, he sees William Andrew Solace, Best Healer in Generations, Paraded Progeny of Apollo, Also Notably Naomi Solace’s Son, That’s Kinda Sick, Isn’t It, sprawled on the floor, ridiculously long limbs outstretched, attempting to wiggle across the floor to the cupboards.
“Solace, I am going to kill you.”
“Some healer you are,” Will mutters, as if Nico is not playing healer right now purely because he is the only one in the entire camp with a half a chance of wrangling the dumbass head medic himself. He continues to wiggle.
Wrapping a hand around his uninjured ankle, Nico drags him bodily back to his cot, ignoring the shrieking.
“One day on bedrest, you dipshit. One. Day. That is all anyone is asking if you.”
“My binder!” he insists, because he is difficult. “I don’t need to sit down and do nothing, I need to run my infirmary!”
“You need to sit the fuck down and heal your body before it schedules healing for you,” Nico snaps. “For fuck’s sake, Will, does it matter to you at all that other people would like to see you safe and healthy, even if you couldn’t give a shit?”
For a glorifying moment, Will stares at him, eyes wide, face frozen. Nico meets his gaze, glaring, his own chest heaving where Will appears to have held his breath.
Then, Will bursts out laughing.
“That!” he says, wheezing. “That is what I have been trying to nail through your thick skull! Karma, you little turd!”
Mouth opening, and closing again, it’s Nico’s turn to freeze.
“Oh, gods.”
The horror in his voice is tangible. Will laughs harder.
“Oh, gods, I’m becoming you.”
He stumbles to the closest cot, sitting down quickly before he gets any dizzier than he already is. Nausea builds up his throat.
Gods, that was a direct quote.
“Not so fuckin’ easy to wrangle you clumsy shitheads, is it!”
Nico cradles his head in agony. No. No! It can’t be! He refuses to lend any credibility to Will’s mother-henning! He is obnoxious, and overbearing, and hell-bent on restricting Nico’s freedom; there is no way Nico is emulating him right now, because that would mean he has a point when he’s bossing Nico around, and — no. Cannot be.
“I told you,” Will says, smug as a godsdamn rooster in a hen house. (Oh, gods, now his stupid cowboy idioms are ringing in his head? He needs to spend less time with Will. Better yet, he should take another dip in the Lethe — willingly, this time. Anything is better than this.) “You clumsy fucks are the sole reason I am going to die from stress-induced heart failure at twenty-two, and then I am going to resurrect myself as a ghost through sheer stubborn will alone to haunt each and every one of you for eternity.”
Nico chooses to focus on the part of the sentence that he can conveniently argue with. “You don’t get to call anyone a clumsy fuck, on account of you shattering three bones in your ankle because you stomped your foot too hard when you were trying to make a point.”
“What was the point I was trying to make, again?”
Nico keeps his mouth shut.
“Something something reanimating entire dragons to scare the shit out of Cecil is going to drain you to dangerous levels of energy and make me have to drag you from the brink of death yet again something something.” He pauses. “Even if it was really funny and he nearly actually pissed himself.”
“Well, whatever,” Nico says, elegantly changing the subject. “You’re an idiot, and if you don’t let yourself heal than you’re worse than the rest of us and can never lecture us ever again. So. And I’ll rat you out, too, they’ll believe me.”
Will glares at him. Nico glares back.
“Get some rest,” Nico orders, still glaring. Will pulls a face and repeats his words back to him, mockingly.
“There’s a difference between me and the rest of you idiots,” he grumbles, petulantly ripping loose the blankets and shoving himself under them. Nico smacks his hands away, tucking them around him for him, checking his pillow, and then his forehead for good measure, just in case his stupid ass somehow gave himself a fever. Will squirms, just to make things difficult, so Nico, as acting healer in the room, has to smack him. “I can feel my limits.”
“And yet you pirouette right on over them. I think that makes you worse, actually.”
Will, son of the god of truth, has nothing to say to that.
“Stupid,” Nico says, fondly, squeezing a gentle hand in his cheek. “Sleep, okay? You can go back to being dictator of the infirmary when you’re healed.”
“Tomorrow,” he insists.
Nico rolls his eyes, smiling, and pulls his hand away. Will darts out and snatches his wrist before he goes far, eyes pleading, and Nico caves immediately. Will’s skin is warm, and smooth.
“If you’re healed by then.”
He traces his thumb across Will’s freckled cheekbone, shivering slightly as his long eyelashes tickle the tip of his fingerprint.
“Mhm.”
He’s already puffing out small, quiet snores, head lolling against Nico’s hand, body exhausted from working overtime to try and heal.
Shaking his head, Nico ducks down, pressing a kiss to the space between his eyes before pulling away. He watches him for a moment, peaceful, face smooth and un-creased, delicate cupid’s bow pink and poised, skin spattered with paintbrush freckles. Heart skipping, he can’t resist another quick peck, lingering, at the top of his nose, the middle of his cheek; again at the dip of his brow. It furrows, briefly, under his touch, before relaxing again.
“Goodnight, Will.” He brushes a knuckle over his cheek. “Thank you, you dork ass.”
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h0rsegirlpercy · 4 months
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REALLY hoping they go back to what Annabeth’s regret was. It could be so many things: not keeping in contact with her father, how she accepted her mother’s (and by extension the gods’) treatment of her, not being able to save Thalia, it could even be about the quest or Luke. The possibilities are endless
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deesi-academia · 8 months
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I apologize (lies) for the person I'll become when I see Annabeth the love of my life Chase saying "you drool when you sleep" to Percy the love of my life Jackson
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I love that Clarisse calls him "Sweet Luke" in The Lightning Thief Musical and I hope everyone at Camp Half-Blood calls him that. Unironically.
Like sometimes it's how Clarisse used it, younger kids about to school sweet old man Luke on what the kids are actually into these days. "Sweet Luke, no one says groovy anymore. You gotta stop hanging out with Dionysus and Chiron."
And sometimes it's a sort of curse like when Luke kicks some kid's butt at sword fighting. "Sweet Luke!" In the same tone as sweet Jesus.
Sometimes when someone has a crush on Luke, the other kids mock them. "Oh, sweet Luke, I'm so sorry to part but we'll meet again at pegasus riding lessons this afternoon."
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bookcrazybby · 3 months
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Hi, so I didn't read the books so asking for minor spoilers here but Hades is a wife guy in the books right? Bc he walked on screen and my first thought was "this man looks like he loves his wife" but idk if that's a correct assessment--
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nekupilled · 3 months
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it’s been 6 years i think? yeah 6 years . i was 9. still struggling to draw book Percy
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counting-stars-gayly · 4 months
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GROVER MY BOY
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I have this very intense and specific headcanon that Leo talks really slowly instead of super fast, like he’s portrayed and generally thought to speak like. I think he doesn’t have a lot of experience talking to people, and his mind runs like x10 faster than his mouth so he speaks with so many pauses and a lot of ‘um’s and ‘like’s. It’s equally as incomprehensible, but also leaves the comedic room for people to not only wonder if he’s insane from the content of his words but also if he’s just extremely high. Like, he takes five minute pauses in between thoughts and scares the shit out of Percy, who just wanted to know how the pipes worked in case he wanted to water bend during an on deck fight.
Leo, working on a blueprint: but it’s like….
Percy:
Leo:
Percy:
Leo:
Percy, assuming he’s done talking, turning away:
Leo: um yeah like the interior stability—
Percy: what the fuck
He also forgets half the things he’s saying and remembers hours later and starts the conversation again, completely unprompted to the point that if he doesn’t get to it in the moment, the seven individually just sorta hang around him after an extended period of time to see if he’s going to finish what he was saying from the reminder that is seeing their face. The ADHD in him really shines in mid-fight conversation, especially when he’s seeing some of them for the first time that day during an attack.
Leo, randomly during an attack: HEY HAZEL!
Hazel, fending off a monster, worried he needs cover: WHAT?!??
Leo: MY FAVORITE CAKE FLAVOR IS FUNFETTI!!
Hazel, not knowing what the fuck that is: WHAT????
Anyways, I think the seven should’ve had more friendship qualities after living and fighting together, and I think they’d all form some sort of internal translator to understand the bullshit that comes out of Leo’s mouth. Thank you for coming to my Teddy Talky.
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sound0fvenus · 2 years
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will solace holding nico to prevent him from falling after nicos excessive use of his physically draining powers: no more underworld stuff i don’t want you to die
nico internally: i don’t like being touched but i’m about to pass out
nico: i’m fine
will: ur not let me help u
will/solangelo antis: WILL IS ABUSIVE FOR TOUCHING HIS BF/PATIENT
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Aryan is such a good actor and I don't see enough people praising him
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aki-bara · 3 months
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Annabeth made a mistake. Percy didn't.
In response to claims that Percy's reactions to Annabeth's arguments about Luke throughout the series are inappropriate or inexcusable
As a child with abandonment issues, it makes sense that Annabeth believes there is still good in Luke. Her desire to save him, that she would seek to excuse his actions, and that she would try to make sense of her conflicted feelings by talking to one of her closest friends about him is understandable. It is also a mistake.
I like Annabeth, she is a child who has been mistreated for most of her life and is struggling to survive a very complicated situation. I understand why she acts the way she does and I don't think her actions are inexcusable.
However, it is unreasonable for her (and for us as readers) to expect Percy to sympathize with her feelings.
Percy experienced a traumatic event, and Luke was the perpetrator.
Imagine if your best friend told you your attacker wasn't really that bad. Imagine how you would feel if your friend got angry when you didn't agree.
How would you feel if your friend was the victim, and the family of their abuser consistently sought them out your in order to convince them of their abuser's inner goodness?
Percy doesn't always react well when Annabeth talks about Luke. I think that's okay. I'm honestly not sure why it wouldn't be.
If you can forgive Annabeth for constantly bringing up Percy's murderer, I think you can forgive Percy for being upset by it.
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Rereading Battle of the Labyrinth, Chapter 9: I Scoop Poop
Percy is a complete badass in this chapter, and I can't believe I forgot this chapter even existed. So decided to write a post to remind everyone who might've forgotten as well.
He needed to clean out the stables of the flesh-eating horses, and went down to the river. He met a naiad, who was not happy with Percy's plan because of the ecosystem complications. Percy immediately backs down, and the naiad decides to give Percy far too much power in the form of secret knowledge.
Basically Percy learned how to turn seashell fossils into pure ocean water, and cleaned the horses and the stables with geysers. He stopped the water from reaching the river, and he was exhausted. Makes sense because Percy just summoned the power of ancient oceans to help him clean some stables.
But even so, he ran all the way back to the ranch house before sunset and proceeds to hand Geryon's ass to him by shooting an arrow right through his three chests. Kid's a beast. Apollo and Artemis, you two are amazing for responding to Percy's prayers so quickly, but I fear he has too much power now.
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I'm going to be doing some Percy Jackson crossover polls! Asking which gods the characters would be children of. For example, is Kaz as a child of Hermes or Athena etc.
This is just for fun and I will be back to regular grishaverse soon.
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akimbohimbo · 4 months
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tonight is the birth of the beef between percy and ares; a grudge that transcends literal amnesia
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