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highdefinitions · 8 months
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SWISS DID WHAT
oh he only sprinted across the fuckin stage to bother dew during watcher in the sky where he proceeded to scream at him and then fucking BITE him to which dew sort of threw an elbow to get him off. all casually, y’know?
the bite video in question and also a shameless twitter shoutout to myself
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lilislegacy · 2 months
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jason: father, i pray to you. i ask you for your generosity and to assist me by granting me a single lightning bolt. i will be forever grateful for your kindness and goodness.
zeus: fine. just one though.
percy: *creates waves hundreds of feet tall, summons a hurricane, splits a glacier in half, and drowns an entire army of monsters without even hesitating*
poseidon: haha. nice.
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socra--tease · 4 months
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The way Percy is going to go from “I chose her because I couldn’t imagine we’d ever be friends” to “the world was crumbling around me and the only thing that mattered was that she was alive” and choosing to fall into Tartarus for her, from “I don’t know what to think or who to trust” to trusting Annabeth to know where his Achilles spot is… oh I am FERAL rn
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demigods-posts · 5 months
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i think that scene in botl when annabeth sits at the poseidon table and percy is quaking in his boots is an accurate representation of how they value following the rules. if you think about it, the only time percy purposefully breaks a rule is when he absolutely has to. like, when he illegally joined a quest to save his best friend who was held hostage...twice. otherwise, percy tries his best to behave. annabeth, on the other hand, will commit arson for fun. and we love them both equally.
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king-wilhelm · 5 months
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Tiny 12 y/o percy, standing in the lake, wounded and exhausted after a game he knew nothing about, a game he spent stumbling around till he reached the lake shore, the subtle show of his fighting getting better near the water.
Tiny 12 y/o percy confused more than ever, looking up at the glowing trident, backdropped by the vast lake and the mountain range behind him, getting claimed by one of the most powerful gods, ruler of the seas and agent of chaos, a forbidden child. Reading this moment as a child who so painfully related to him was like, Ha! See? How dare you call him a loser! He's going to be the most powerful demigod, meant for all the glory!!
But watching this as an adult is like. Have you ever bitten off more than you can chew? Have you ever been part of a legacy you never wanted? Have you ever been drop kicked into a high pressure situation that can alter your life completely, With little to no guidance? Have you ever been subject to trauma simply because of who you are?
That's no glory. That's the world expecting too much from someone who's been told too little. Someone who's been made to feel too little. That is the story of someone who hasn't prepared enough, hasn't lived enough and hasn't experienced enough, being forced to handle the weight of the world too soon.
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TW for blood
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Stayed up way too late drawing my boys & am too tired to think of a caption rn, but wanted to post anyway ✌️
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aroaceleovaldez · 3 months
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i still can't believe the LA Times article/interview just. openly admits that the show intentionally, from the beginning, fully removed Gabe being abusive and overtly made him just a nosy loser. Percy's relationship with Gabe is so important to how he navigates the world and the themes of the series. Percy's first monster is in his own home. He uses wards against evil against his step-father and they work. He has overt PTSD that colors his interactions with Mr. D and is why he's so antagonistic towards him for like four books. It isn't until Percy is able to move past his trauma and how Mr. D reminds him of Gabe that he sees Mr. D for who he actually is and understand him and begin to empathize with him. Heck, even into HoO we see Percy having visceral reactions to implications of alcohol/drinking because of Gabe. Everything about Percy's home life colors him as a character. His trauma and PTSD informs his perspective and they explicitly removed his PTSD in the show.
They removed Percy's PTSD. They brush over his experiences as a neurodivergent/disabled kid after the first episode and turned Sally into an Autism Speaks mom. Why. On what planet was that a reasonable change to be made.
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yenvengerberg · 4 months
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#annabeth confronting the deep-rooted fear of disappointing her mother by asking her for help for percy's sake
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willthespy · 3 months
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I feel like Nico would learn to use a bow and arrow to feel closer to Bianca, he knows she’s never coming back but he loves her all the same.
WHY… WHY WOUKD YOU DO THIS!!??!
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highdefinitions · 8 months
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percccccccy 😈 i was just listening to dial drunk and was wondering if you'd write me a little raindrop ficlet where dew's the alcoholic and rain's his call? 🖤
i don't even ever write requests but you knew how to rope me into it with asking me to write something using a noah kahan song. AND raindrop. evil evil person. anyways, here's a quick, rushed 1000-ish word toxic raindrop ficlet for you. tried to keep it short (which is not my strongest skill set) but it's all there, under the cut of course...
trigger warning for drinking and being drunk
“What did you do?”
Dew winced at the words. He’d practically begged on his hands and knees for this call, and now that he’d heard the tone in Rain’s voice, he sort of regretted it. Maybe he should have called Swiss instead. Or Phantom. 
They’d at least hide their anger.
But Rain had never failed him. Rain had never told him no, no matter the griping, the scowling, the hatred for the whole thing and the way that Dew acted.
“I’m in—”
“I didn’t ask where.”
Dew swallowed. 
Maybe he should have called Swiss this time. 
Dew breathed out slowly, turning to glance at the officer standing a little ways away, glaring at him. He couldn’t think, his head was swimming, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think that maybe Rain wasn’t angry with him, this time. That maybe there wouldn’t be the scolding of a lifetime, this time. He’d drank a lot, but not that much. 
“I told you not to call me again, Dew,” Rain said tightly.
He had. Dew had thought that he hadn’t meant it. 
“I thought—”
“You promised me,” Rain sighed, cutting him off. 
“Rain, c’mon. Do you want me to beg? Please, come get me. I’m sorry. I fucked up—”
“Again,” Rain snapped. 
Dew was quiet. He tried to get the buzz to go away. The cop cars and the fighting had done most of the job, the blood in his mouth, and the sting in his knuckles had nearly gotten him all the way there too, but there was still something left over. Something that made his brain a little sluggish and made his tongue a little heavier in his mouth. 
The lights in the police station were giving him a headache. 
“So…are you coming to get me?” Dew asked, after what felt like the longest lapse of silence in his entire life.
He hated how he sounded, like he assumed Rain was just going to do this for him again. He thought he sounded a little bit like Rain should always do this for him—bail him out, take him home, take care of him, and then do it all over when it inevitably happened again. 
Rain was silent for a very long time. Dew was afraid his time with the phone was going to run out.
“I think— This isn’t fucking fair, Dewdrop,” Rain sighed. He sounded like he was choking—words so tight Dew was sure Rain’s throat was closing up. Dew didn’t want to make Rain cry, and he felt a pang of guilt over the fact that it was exactly what he was doing now. “It’s not fair for you to keep asking this of me, and you know it.” 
“Rain, I—”
“What did you do this time?”
Dew sighed. He leaned forward to rest his head against his forearm, draped over the top of the phone. He squeezed his eyes shut, willed the tears away. He chewed on his lip, fighting off the bile he could feel rising up into his throat. He’d fucked up, and Rain wasn’t coming to save him. He knew that now. He knew that, and still some sick part of him thought that maybe, just maybe, there was a sliver of a chance that Rain would come for him again. 
“I got in a little fight at the bar, alright?” Dew sighed. “It wasn’t—”
“Don’t act like it’s something smaller than it was,” Rain said. “Please, do not act like I wouldn’t see you standing there with a split lip and cut up knuckles if I were there right now. Tell me the truth or don’t tell me anything at all. You’re just wasting my time.” 
“Did Mountain tell you to say that?” Dew scoffed.
He realized a moment too late that it was the wrong thing to say. He heard Rain suck in a sharp breath, and heard him sniffle. 
“Rain, I didn’t—”
“I think you should rot in that cell for the night,” Rain replied. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before getting this bad. Or at least calling me for help again.” 
“Rain, please don’t,” Dew begged. 
“Dew, I love you,” Rain said slowly, steadily—as if he were forcing himself to keep it together. Dew had the sinking feeling that he probably was, “but I do not love you like this. You can call me when you get your shit together, okay? Until then, call someone else to clean up after you.”
And then, Rain hung up on him. 
Dew looked at the phone sadly, listening to the dial tone. In the moment, it sort of felt a bit like all he had. 
“Fuck,” he whispered, turning to look over at the officer. “Can I—”
“You get one call.” 
“He hung up,” Dew said lamely. 
The officer sighed, shook his head. He moved forward and took the phone out of Dew’s hands and put it back on the receiver, then reached for Dew’s forearm to drag him back towards the holding cell. 
“Hey, wait!” Dew protested, clumsily fighting against the officer’s hold. “I need to—”
“Son, why do you do this to yourself?” the officer sighed. 
Dew froze. He didn’t know, didn’t have an answer, but he didn’t like being asked the question. He sometimes just needed it, to forget, to be numb, and to be stupid, and to be alone. He let the officer shove him back into the holding cell without a fight this time. He sat down on the bench, bending over to rest his elbows on his knees, chin on his hands. He sat up again when his back started to ache, leaning back into the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. 
He felt sick. He felt stupid. 
“We’ll talk tomorrow about another call,” the officer said from his desk. 
Dew looked up and over at him. 
“Why?”
“Because I’m sick of dealing with you. And you’re wasting space in my holding cell,” the officer replied. “And I think maybe after this time you’ll at least try to change. I hope so anyway.”
Dew looked away from him, chewing at the inside of his cheek. He didn’t want to admit that the guy was right, that he was already plotting out ways to make himself better—for Rain, if no one else. He seemed to have decided on it without really even realizing that he had. Perhaps it had been right when Rain had denied him help this time, when Rain had hung up on him and left him to rot with all the other burnouts in this damn cell. 
Dew would call Aether tomorrow. Or Swiss. Copia if he felt really bad in the morning. Cirrus if he felt like he needed his head to be ripped off his shoulders. He’d call someone to come get him, to help clean him up, and then he’d work to get his own shit together. 
And then maybe, just maybe, he’d call Rain again. 
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lilislegacy · 1 month
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percy jackson is basically that one guy who was ugly as a kid, but then went though puberty and got super hot, but still thinks of himself as ugly
except he was never actually ugly. he’s just insecure as fuck for absolutely no reason. cause everyone else thinks he’s got the immense power and good looks of a literal greek god, and yet he’s always beating himself up for things he can’t help, being ashamed of his downfalls, can’t understand why people love him, and doesn’t realize when people hit on him becasue he doesn’t even think it’s a possibility that someone could be attracted to him
anyway i feel like annabeth knows this. and she gives him a lot of hugs. and even more kisses. because percy deserves all the hugs and kisses in the world
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lafleshlumpeater · 4 months
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hey lovely!!
maybe a luke castellan x fem!reader who’s suuuuper sweet? maybe an aphrodite kid, and jsut super kind and charming overall? nobody expects her and luke to be together, but how different they are ends up working?
thank you!!!
ofc<3
Warnings: fem!reader, small mention of food, PDA, one swear word, lmk if there are any missing
I hope you dont mind this is from percy’s pov<3
luke castellan masterlist part two
“No way,” Percy muttered under his breath, giving Charlie the same disbelieving look he was receiving back. "I don't believe it."
Charlie shrugged.
“Well, you’d better,” the boy whispered back. “Cause it looks like they got something serious, man.”
The pair watched in part disgust and part fascination as they watched the blissful pair across the fire. Luke had his chin rested on her shoulder, whispering something Percy assumed was flirtatious due to her flustered reaction- all pink cheeks and giggles as she reprimanded him playfully, pushing his chest. Luke remained unfazed, lips curling smugly and crossing his arms as he brushed a quick kiss against the plush of her cheek.
Charlie’s eyes widened further. “But how? They’re so-”
“Different?” Silena finished her boyfriend’s sentence, looking up from her charred marshmallow stick. “You’re not one to talk, Charles. Look at us. Besides, she makes him a completely different person. Look.”
The trio turned their heads once again, this time to the nauseating, in Percy’s opinion, sight of her feeding Luke pieces of sticky marshmallow, both of them giggling when it gets everywhere. Luke pokes his tongue out to get the last bits off of her fingers, and she squeals.
Percy’s nose wrinkles, turning to Charlie. “Disgusting.”
“Agreed,” Charlie nods with a grimace of his own. “It’s a miracle he got her, to be honest. She’s so…”
“Bubbly?”
“That.”
Charlie sighs. “I am happy for him, though. The both of them. Even if they are… terrifyingly different.”
Percy nods in agreement, heart swelling in joy for his first friend at camp. “Yeah.”
The older boy sighs. “They’re too mushy though,” he remarks.
Percy’s eyes narrow at the scene of the lovesick couple, now kissing tenderly with not even the fire casting fluctuating shadows over their faces able to hide the content of their expressions. “Not nice.”
Charlie inhales. “Oi!” he yells over the fire. “Too much PDA, man! Get a room!”
Laughter ripples through the air, and both guilty candidates break away, one unnaturally red- faced and the other tittering, finger hooked around the string of her partner's beaded necklace.
“Fuck off, man,” Luke complains loudly, eyes dancing with glee. “Leave me and my girl alone.” He wraps an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer than deemed possible.
She looked up at him, adoration gracing her soft features as she stared at her lover. “Don’t be mean, Luke.”
“He started it!”
(not proofread- lmk if there are any mistakes)
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tuna-fishh · 11 months
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Has this been done yet
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the-fat-raccoon · 9 months
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Your twitchy and unsteady hands are NOT from an excessive consumption of sugar and caffiene. You come from a bloodline that traces back to mighty sorcerers, your nerves are less suited for activities like surgery and more for the swift and sporadic movements needed to cast spells.
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hellsitegenetics · 29 days
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percy jackson intro please? (if it hasn't yet been submitted?):
Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.
If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
Being a half-blood is dangerous. It’s scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways. If you’re a normal kid, reading this because you think it’s fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened. But if you recognize yourself in these pages – if you feel something stirring inside – stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it’s only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they’ll come for you.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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demigods-posts · 14 days
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Here is the thing, I don't think Percy and Annabeth would get married.
Reason: They want to mess with Hera.
Like, I imagine they will get rings with stones that are the other's eye color (provided by Hazel and Leo) and they will call each other husband and wife, but they never officially get married. Just to mess with Hera.
I fuck with this so hard lol
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