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I love the idea of Percy becoming a marine veterinarian. Not because it would be easy, but because it wouldn’t be easy.
It would sound great and all, until he gets to vet school. And day 1 all he can think is “what the hell was I thinking?” This is all science. And most of vet school is about mammals, especially dogs, and he has to take specialty programs on the side for sea animals. He likes dogs and cats, and it is interesting, but that’s not why he’s here. Annabeth tells him to just learn as much as he can. So he does his best. He gets tutoring on the side. He makes good friends, and that helps a lot, but everyone there seems so much smarter than him. But annabeth and his friends help him study. He tries and he tries and he tries. He loves the marine animal programs he does. He thinks it’s so cool learning how sea animals function, and how the ocean/environment affects them. But the standard veterinary school course material is difficult for him to stay focused on. His grades aren’t the best, but he gets through it.
And after 3 years, he gets handed a white coat and stethoscope. And he feels like an imposter. He’s not a doctor! He’s not a healer like children of apollo. He’s not a genius like children of athena. He’s percy. This feels wrong. It feels good, and he’s proud of himself, but it also feels wrong.
Then his first day of residency, at a marine animal clinic, he is walking through his little orientation with the fellow residents and the attending vets. The first room they bring him into has a large water tub with a sea turtle in it. It’s not moving. It looks so sick and miserable. The head vet says that they’ve had this turtle for several months and just can’t figure out what’s wrong. She won’t eat, she won’t interact with other animals, she barely opens her eyes. They have decided to put her out of her misery, and tomorrow she will be euthanized. Percy steps away from the group and asks to approach her. He goes up to her, bends down, and put his hand on her shell. He telepathically asks what’s wrong, and she responds “My head. My head hurts so bad all the time. Ever since having my babies. It hurts to swim. It hurts to be in the light. I feel sick always. Please make the pain go away.” And Percy stands up and starts asking the attending vets questions about her history and her treatments. At first he panics because he doesn’t know what to do. But then he realizes… he does know what to do. He leaned this! So he suggests a treatment. Most of the vets in the room laugh or give him a doubtful look, but he begs them to try it anyway. So they do it, and within half an hour, this sweet sea turtle is happily swimming around the tub. She’s popping her head up to say hi. She’s even eating.
The other vets tried for months. No tests showed what was wrong. But Perseus Jackson walked in, spent two minutes staring at her, and cured her. Because he has powers that no one else has. The other vets only know how to read and observe signs, but Percy can listen to their symptoms.
And after that, every second of learning about animal anatomy and physiology was worth it. Because HE just got to save a sea turtle’s life. HIM!!
And that is why Percy Jackson very quickly becomes one of the best marine veterinarians in the field.
#screw all his teachers who said he was a lost cause#screw everyone who ever called him dumb#screw all the schools he got kicked out of#because percy jackson is the best marine vet the world has ever seen#percy jackson#percy’s career#pjo#heroes of olympus#pjo headcanon#percy jackson and the olympians#annabeth chase#marine vet percy
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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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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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@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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odysseus after no longer you be like
#epic#epic the musical#epic: the musical#epic the underworld saga#epic: the underworld saga#no longer you#jay herrans#jorge herrans#jorge rivera herrans#pjo#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson and the olympians
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Truly though, Poseidon went soft after the Odyssey. Luke Castellan had the audacity to piss off Poseidon's only living Demigod son and then LIVED ON A BOAT AND POSEIDONS JUST LIKE "hahaha yeah cool bro." When the Odyssey is actually just a thing that happened historically in cannon. Odysseus is in Elysium with Penelope FUMMING when Luke walks in and tells him his story "THAT SON OF A BITCH LET ME DRIFT AT SEA FOR 11 YEARS AND HE NEVER EVEN ROCKED YOUR BOAT A LITTLE???" (Non of yall should be surprised I got into Epic)
#epic the musical#pretty sure the cannon explanation is something something Luke made deals with old sea gods#something something “gods can't interfere”#but BALLSY MOVE ON LUKE'S PART REGARDLESS#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#“i mean you could've totally avoided all this had you just killed the twelve year old”#“but noooo”#pjo#pjo fandom#luke castellan#pjo spoilers
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ok this is old (by like a month or two) so excuse the slightly outdated stylings. but i forgot to post this here so ENJOY!
it’s a shame a design element as fun as the grey streaks are just put in the same spot all the time. so have my placements and the reasoning behind them (because it wouldn’t be a percexe design without cramming character significance into every little detial)
#i forgot to watermark these ummm#plz don’t steal xoxo#or rather plz don’t repost#that was off topic ummmm character design fun#i enjoy how past simon put a lot of text for percy and annabeth’s explanations#but just did ‘trick ass bitch’ for luke’s#in reality i just really enjoy playing with the idea of duality with luke and his character- specifically the haha two faced thing#and i’m incapable of talking about it without spiraling into 30 paragraphs#but whatevs#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo#annabeth chase#luke castellan#my art
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PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS ⇢ 1x03 | WE VISIT THE GARDEN GNOME EMPORIUM
#shgdhfshjdhjdsh this shit was so funny#pjotvedit#pjoedit#percyjacksonedit#percy jackson and the olympians#pjotv#grover underwood#percy jackson#percy x grover#1x03#pjotv 1x03#pjo 1x03#mygifs#myedits#mygifsets
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I am a firm believer that when Percy discovers audiobooks, he sets out to finish every book Annabeth loves. He tried to read the books before but with Dyslexia and adhd it could take up to a year to finish the book! Now, though, he's finishing a book within a couple of days. He listens to Little Women whilst he's skating and The Hunger Games as he cooks. Then he starts finding other books and asking Annabeth's opinion on them before pressing play, sometimes finding she hasn't heard of them. This spirals to going to the library in New Rome for college supplies and Percy wandering off returning minutes later with four or five books he's listened to that he thinks Annabeth will like even if he didn't like them. Just Percy doing something for Annabeth and finding a love within it as he discovers audio books.
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nico di angelo would either be so happy or so murderous hearing Jay call the Underworld saga the "Dark and Edgy saga"
#percy jackson#nico di angelo#epic the musical#jorge rivera herrans#the underworld saga#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians
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Percy: *out of breathe* omg hAZEL-
Hazel: ...yeah?
Percy: you have the EXACT SAME name as the girl in fault in our stars.
Frank: uh, Percy?
Percy: yes Frank it's the SAME. Hazel Grace! Oh gods how did I not REALISE it before?!
Hazel: ...um, Percy... I'm not Hazel Grace...
Percy: *confused* huh? What? No, of course you are. You're Hazel Gr- *saltwater.exe started working* oh. Oh. You're Levesque.
Hazel and Frank: ...
Percy: wait wHO IS GRACE THEN?!
Annabeth: THALIA!
Piper: JASON!
Leo: NICO!
Annabeth: Nico is GRACE since WHEN?!
Will: excuse you. Nico is the mortal embodiment of grace I mean have you SEEN him?!
Nico: *falls face first on cue launching a happy meal in the air*
#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#heroes of olympus#perseus jackson#annabeth chase#percabeth#incorrect pjo quotes#percy jackson incorrect quotes#jason grace#thalia grace#nico di angelo#will and nico#will solace#piper mclean#leo valdez#frank zhang#hazel levesque#hazel grace#nico grace
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don’t ever tell me that percy jackson doesn’t know exactly what he’s talking about
#he’s so funny for this#i love him so much#he’s so correct#annabeth chase you have a good man right there#percy jackson#chalice of the gods#cotg#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#percabeth#annabeth chase#lol
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Children of Neptune are probably all crazy like insane. Like Neptune is like posiden but scarier and the romans are like we aren’t honouring him he’s literally bad luck they’re cryptids
@somewhereincairparavel ur thoughts?
#percy jackson#heroes of olympus#percy jackon and the olympians#riordanverse#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo fandom#rick riordan
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Someone go get Will
#I was trying to study and got a Nico jumpscare#I can never escape him huh#nico di angelo#will solace#solangelo#pjo#riordanverse#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo hoo toa#school#random shit
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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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didnt sketch my boy in a while, here he is.
#mine#lester papadopoulos#trials of apollo#my art#pjo apollo#percy jackson and the olympians#greek gods
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