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asvterias · 4 days

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𝖨𝗍 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖥𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖣𝗈𝗐𝗇 ~ 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖫𝖺 𝖱𝗎𝖾

part two || chapter playlist (1) & chapter playlist (2) || clarisse masterlist

helping palestine 🇵🇸

warnings: the killing of a monster?, character death, crying, some blood mentions & stabbing (not inflicted against us!)

pairings: (both aged up to 16) clarisse la rue ✘ black!fem!demigod!reader (daughter of poseidon) | younger!brother percy jackson ✘ older!sister!reader

genres: sally & reader’s mom (jessica) are lovers bcs GENUINELY FUCK GABE (hate his ass), reader & grover has a sibling bond, hard cold angst, sad angsty beginning, reader’s mom actually dies 🥲, reader’s emotions control the weather, very sad!reader, kinda depressed!reader, reader in denial, MAJOR character death, reader is kinda a girlboss, kinda!dark!reader x always!clueless!percy, vengeful!reader, reader is OUT for blood (specifically the Minotaur)

summary: secrets are liable to make or break the jackson-matthews family until they result in dangerous situations, nearly escaping from death…well nearly most of them managed a safe recovery.

word count: 2.7k+

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author’s note: i really enjoyed writing this ngl! also i have a faceclaim for reader’s mom, jessica matthews is portrayed by candice patton.

Born from the same father but different mothers, your sibling bond with Percy was unbreakable, certainly unconditional. Your mothers were very close, growing up as best friends from when they were teenagers, accomplishing every achievement together for the sake of you and Percy’s life.

Of course, your moms fell in love, hosting a small spring wedding when you were 10 and Percy was 6 years old.

So when Sally had to move again, your mom didn’t ask questions and instead packed your bags, placing them in the car and driving to the airport. A loving family of four was maintained by dark secrets that cost lives.

With everything going on, with the upbringing of your heritage, both of your mothers went through thick and thin. Developing from friends into lovers hardly changed anything, presumably their love maintained massively for themselves and shared children.

It was a rainy day, you and Percy had just been expelled from Yancy. Nancy bullied your brother so you reacted like how any big sister would and punched her before she flew into the nearby fountain, completely drenched in water. That little defense mechanism got both you and your little brother expelled from Yancy indefinitely as you two took a train back to your parents’ apartment.

You two apologized profusely to your moms, but they remained nonchalant, telling you two to pack a bag because you were visiting your residential cabin.

Something was wrong, extremely wrong and you felt it in your gut as soon as you stepped foot into the unkept cabin. From the moment your mom became sorrowful and honest, retelling the story of how she met your father, you knew something was up. Sadly, you just didn’t know that it’d be life-changing for you both.

Interrupted by rapid knocks on the cabin door made you jump a little in surprise and your mom, Sally, went to open the door. It was Percy’s bestfriend, Grover. He was soaked from the rain and began to blabber on to your moms, incoherently talking about revealing the big secret.

“Grover…” Percy speaks, waringly looking down at his friend’s lower body, or rather the lack thereof. Shockingly enough, his lower body wasn’t one of a human’s but one of the legs of an animal, specifically a goat.

“What?” Grover snapped, turning his head to the siblings, hitting his hoove against the wooden floor.

“Grover, why is there half a goat in your pants?”

“Did your mom fuck a goat or something?” The question had to be asked, but it yet remained to be answered.

Doubled in confusion when Grover, Percy’s best friend was also your satyr protector, dedicating to getting both of you at Camp Half-Blood safely. When your mothers’ actually revealed the truth about your father’s real identity, you were appalled, to say the least. You assumed he was a deadbeat and couldn’t care less about his kids, and you were absolutely right. Only now his identity expanded in further detail, making him out to be a god, one of the most powerful gods there ever was. Therefore making you and Percy, forbidden children in both worlds, are continually being hunted by monsters, who strive to see your demise.

“Do you believe this, Y/N?” Percy turns to you, mouth open in bewilderment.

“Right now, I don’t know what to believe anymore.” You truthfully spoke.

“Did you know I’m 24?” Grover asked you innocently.

You and Percy shared the same shocked expression, “Wait? What?”

Grover winces, staring back at the two adults in the car, “Out of curiosity, what exactly did you tell them?”

“We were getting there!” Your moms shouted simultaneously at Grover.

Grover nods his head, leaning back into the seat.

“Moonlight…listen to me.” your mom looks at you through the mirror as your gaze hesitantly meets hers. “You and Percy are forbidden children, monsters are going to attack you every day, this camp can protect you both.”

“Why can’t you and Sally come with us then?” you bargained with her, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t imagine, much less experience your life without your mother and Sally. The same women who nurtured you since you were babies and taught you everything you knew. You refused to give up on them, everything they did was to protect and love you, and now it was your turn.

Sally starts to talk, eyes stuck on the road, “We humans are not allowed there. Only demigods like you two.”

“But we don’t wanna leave you two.” Percy persisted.

“You’re our moms.”

“You’re gonna have to, that Minotaur isn’t gonna stop until he kills both of you.”

All of a sudden, a collision hit the car with enough brute force to send the car off the road and everything went black. It was all so quick, the collision, the swiveling of the car and landing on the side of the road, far from bypassers to rescue.

The rain pattering against the car turned into a heavy rainpour as everyone in the car, hanging upside down with the seat belt anchoring them, remained still, all unconscious.

After a while, the dulling pain in your head sharply woke you up, being the first to recover from the crash. Holding your head in pain as you slowly opened your eyes, feeling the blood trickle from your head, surveying your surroundings as you saw Percy and Grover still unconscious. Quickly unbuckling your seatbelt, you got out of your seat, repeating the same action to your younger brothers.

One by one, you carefully got everyone from the car as they began to wake up. A growl from the distance urges you to move faster as you help your other mom, Sally, get out of the damaged car.

Sally, Percy, and Grover were recovering, standing on their feet, checking for any injuries and your mom was the last one who needed rescuing.

“Mom…” you shake her but her body is motionless as the tears well up in your eyes.

You felt Sally’s arm pushing you back, sending you into Percy’s and Grover’s embrace as you nervously observed.

“Come on, come on, Jess…” Sally murmurs, kneeling down, searching for a pulse. “You gotta survive, we have children together, we can’t lose you right now.”

“Is she okay?” Percy chirps up, deciding to speak for you.

You found everything incomprehensible around you, your senses became deafening and a high-pitched ringing in your head matched the loud heart beating in your chest.

When Sally stayed silent, it only worsened your anxiety, “Mom, is she okay?!” Percy speaks again, adding some base in his voice yet his tone slightly wavers.

“She has a fading pulse…” Sally whispers, sparing a sad glance at you and quickly turning back to Jessica, “It’s decreasing rapidly,”

Dropping to the muddy slippery ground on your knees, tears quickly filling the brim of your eyes, threatening to fall as you moved closer to her.

“Mommy…” you cradle her face into your chest, saddened by her face, eyes closed as blood trickles down her forehead.

“We can revive her, right!” Your voice cracks, whipping your head to Sally, “Tell me we can revive her!”

“Y/N…” Sally sighs deeply, trying to contain her own tears. You turn around, looking down at your mother, resting on your lap, body motionless yet her face looks peaceful.

“No! We- I can save her. We can do heart-to-heart compressions,” you shake your head, starting to do heart-to-heart compressions. “Why isn’t she waking up? Mommy, this isn’t funny anymore now, you have to wake up and help us. Please I can’t do this without you, I can’t do this whole new demigod thing without you.” your voice was dry, as you leaned down, blowing air into her mouth, hoping for a miracle to occur.

You didn’t truly believe in miracles, but for your mother, you’d start believing it. Right now, you would do whatever it took to bring her back even if it meant wishing on the impossible.

“We didn’t do plenty of things yet, I wanted you and Sally to meet my first girlfriend, attend my graduation, be there when I move out and eventually get married, and get grandkids from Percy because we both know I’m not going through that torture.”

Your senses became intensely heightened, catching onto Grover’s whisper to Sally, ignoring him as you spoke up.

“I refuse to leave her alone, she isn’t dead, just having some problems waking up and getting a pulse back.” You were in extreme denial, “Come on, mum, you focus on her face, giving her air and I’ll do her chest,” you beckoned Sally forward.

“Sweetheart…she’s already….gone.”

“She’s my mom and Percy’s mom, your wife. She wasn’t supposed to die this early. If all you’re gonna do is stand there and be useless, don’t bother talking to me.” It wasn’t intentional to snap at your other mom, but your emotions were driving you crazy and brazen.

“You’re the sun to my moon, Mommy, I can’t shine when you’re not there with me.” You sobbed. Despite being physically exhausted, you weren’t giving up on trying to revive your mom, she would have never given up on you so you would stop trying until you had something, anything; a pulse, a gasp, her eyes shooting up. “Remember…” You weakly asked, holding onto the moon-shaped necklace on your neck, staring at your mom’s sun-shaped necklace.

The sky crackled with slight thunder as the rain poured down heavier. Finally understanding the meaning of your nickname, you sobbed desperately until the broken cracks of your voice gave out.

There was no sunshine without her moonlight, always them being in a pair, nothing without the other. Sadly, you lost your sunshine, darkening your moonlight to its deepest depths, harvesting it into something vengeful and heartless. Something that even scared you to a certain extent, like this was another new side flourishing because of the horrible circumstances.

“Hold up, is Y/N doing that?” Percy quietly asks Grover.

You rested your mom on the ground, ignoring the cold rainpour.

“She’s gone…” Sally cries, grabbing your arm and pushing you into her body for a hug. You cried into the hug, tightening your grip as your wails echoed throughout the forest. Maybe this was all a nightmare, where you’d wake up and relax in reality. This was the time that your mom needed to wake you up and reassure you that she was right there, staying with you and protecting you.

Your chest clenched against your rib cage, devastation wracked throughout your entire body as the tears relentlessly spilled out.

“But she- she can’t be gone!” You hiccup, eyes glossing over with fresh tears, feeling another arm snuggle around your side.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry,” she caressed your face.

“What kind of demigod I am, if I was blessed with all these supernatural powers, can’t even save my Mom from death? What kind of daughter am I to just stand by and watch her own mother die? I don’t want this demigod life anymore, please take it all away if it meant my mother is coming back, to me, to home.”

“Don’t you ever say that again, you did everything you could, your perseverance is one of your strongest qualities that Jessica adored very much. She wouldn’t want you to doubt yourself like this nor would I,” Sally reassures you, resting a thumb on your cheek, “Our beautiful daughter, she’s so proud of you, I want you to know that.”

Your eyes were puffy and red from tears as you listened to your mother’s words of encouragement and reassurance.

Much to your dismay, another loud roar broke the semi-family grievance, reminding them of the harsh reality.

“We have to go now!” Grover hastily urges.

“I’m not leaving my mom here like this,” you point to her figure on the ground.

“We won’t, I promise you, sweetie. I’ll give her a proper burial, but right now we have to go!” Her tone was urgent as she quickly scanned the dark forest with the illumination from the car light.

You hurriedly rushed towards your mother’s still figure on the muddy ground, leaning down.

“Goodbye, Mom,” you whisper hoarsely, kissing her forehead for the last time. You stared down at her neck, gazing at the sunlight necklace she wore and yanked it off, and shoved the meaningful jewelry into your back pocket. Your heart broke again, realizing she can’t respond back, despite being in extreme denial.

Unfortunately, that was the last time you saw your moms, one died in your arms and the other sacrificed herself for her children’s safety.

The pain and suffering became a dangerous mix of anger and hatred directed at the Minotaur.

Grover’s statements fall on deaf ears, partially drowned out by the heavy rainfall. “Y/N and Percy come on, we’re almost there.” you glance at your blonde brother who holds the same expression on his face. You were going to avenge your mothers, and you didn’t care if you died trying. This monster had already taken your worlds away, so you had nobody else to lose.

Grabbing the pen from your pocket, holding it out, and witnessing it transform into a golden sword at will.

The fight with the Minotaur was brutal and intense, alongside the heavy downpour of rain attempted to slow down the intensity of this fight. Despite double-teaming the monster, he resisted surrender, determined to win and kill you both. Surprisingly, you gained the agility to climb onto his back while Percy distracted him.

Somehow, you gained the ultimate advantage with the lighting sword in your hand and stabbed the monster in its eye, ignoring his roar of pain. If anything its pain only further encouraged you to continue.

Too full of adrenaline, you grab his two horns, gripping them and pulling them out with your utmost strength. A new sudden strength you just obtained. Gasping in shock was quickly outlived when your sword slipped out of your hand and dropped onto the muddy ground, disappearing from your eyesight. Stumbling onto his feet, inflicted by the pain, you groaned, gripping the monster by his rough skin as he attempted to shake you off.

“Percy the sword!” You yelled at him. Your brother throws the sword upwards as you catch the weapon.

You stab the monster in the neck, wincing at his loud screeches, but continue to stab his neck. Once the monster was deemed weak enough, you sliced the sword right through his neck, seizing the opportunity of successfully killing it.

This was all this stupid monster’s fault. If it hadn’t chased after you or slammed itself into the car, your mom would be alive. If it didn’t have such a bloodthirst for demigods, Sally, your mum would still be alive. Alive. Alive. Alive. You just wished your moms were alive, to see you mature into such a courageous daughter to avenge their deaths.

Soon enough, the monster staggered on its feet and its body began to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes.

“Y/N!” The voice becomes disoriented as you stumble on the ground, two arms catching you as you faint, everything fading away into a black abyss.

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cemeteryspider · 3 months

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Strings of Fate: The Puppet-Master

Luke Castellan x Child of Poseidon!/Blood-Bender! Reader

Summary: The reader finds themself in the throws of a God's war, learning about themself and the world around them. They decide the confide in Luke Castellan about their unique ability to manipulate the water in blood.

~Sorry if Luke is a little OOC I tried my best~

Trigger Warnings: Self-harm *one instance and is healed quickly*, Canon Typical Violence, Blood, Loss of a Loved One *Sally Jackson*, and Emotional Distress

As Sally Jackson’s oldest child, I've always been a little overprotective of my little brother Percy Jackson. This included taking the fall for him at school so his transcript stayed as clean as possible. I became a force to be reckoned with because people beat up on Percy, and after a while, no one wanted to mess with Percy’s psycho older sibling. Or at our latest school when Percy stabbed through his pre-algebra teacher with a gleaming golden sword that was a ballpoint pen the moment before, and I tried my best to mitigate the situation.

After that, life was a blur. Going to the cabin and learning about our dad was a crazy moment because Mom rarely spoke about him. Yet, we were utterly unprepared for the loss of our mother.

“You are my children, brave the storm. I love you.”

Then we were running away from our mom and away from the minotaur. We saw Sally Jackson turn to dust in the minotaur’s grasp, and in a second, Percy was running back and fighting the minotaur. Grover grabbed my arm and shook his head at me, but I ripped away and ran towards the only family I know I have left.

On his back, holding one of the minotaur’s horns in his hands and groaning, I shouted at the thing towering over him ready to strike in a moments notice.

“Hey! Get away from him!”

It turned toward me and huffed at me. For a moment I was scared, then I started throwing rocks. I was angry and used as much force possible. Then it grasped me in its fist like mom and started to squeeze. I began to give up, but then something spoke to me.

“Reach out, Y/n, take control.”

Following the advice literally, I extended my hand toward the minotaur. Closing my eyes, I waited, striving for control. Its hold around me loosened, and I found myself taking a look at what’s happening around me. I got a glimpse of the minotaur’s blood flowing from its nose into the air. Percy jumped into the air and stabbed the back of the minotaur’s skull with its own horn.

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Luke put his arm around my shoulders when I stopped reciting the story and gave me a little squeeze.

“Hey, it's gonna be okay. We’re going to figure this out together.”

I tucked my face in the crook of his neck and kept crying. The night was cool around us in the woods near the cabins.

“I’m so scared, and I just don’t know what’s happening to me. I mean, what am I supposed to do? I’m just trying to keep it together for Percy because he’s already scared and upset, but I’m scared and upset too, Luke.”

He put his hand on my head and threaded his fingers through my hair. Luke let me cry until I calmed down, and I decided I wanted to show him.

“Give me your dagger…”

“What?”

“Please, I need to prove it to myself… I’m not crazy.”

He slid the dagger from his sheath and flipped it to hand me the hilt. I quickly and carefully split the inside of my palm open. Luke took a sharp intake of breath as I squeezed my hand into a fist.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

I unclenched my fist and focused on the cut. I closed my eyes and let myself be in control.

“How the Hades are you doing that?”

Again, I allowed my eyes to open, and my blood was flowing around my hand and into the air. After a deep breath, my blood hit the floor of the forest.

“Come here.”

He held out his hand, and I took it in my not bloody one as he led me to a small creek not too far away. He submerged my hand into the creek, and it started to heal immediately.

“Thanks, Luke. I just… I’m not crazy.”

“I believed you before, you know.”

“Maybe I didn’t,” I said quietly.

He enveloped me in his arms, and I allowed myself to fall apart completely. After all this time of keeping Percy out of trouble and protecting him, it felt nice to be held and taken care of.

“Come on, let's get you to bed, and we’ll talk in the morning. Okay?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

After a minute, he pulled away and led me by the hand to Cabin 3 carefully, avoiding the harpies looking for campers out of bed.

“Could you stay?”

“I can do that, as long as you don’t mind getting up a little early and waking up Hermes Cabin.”

“Yeah, I can do that with you.”

“I’m going to sleep in Percy’s bed so I don’t crowd you, you know.”

“Yeah, just with Percy gone, it’s lonely… I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t sharing a room with someone.”

“I’ll be here. Get to sleep, I’m sure you’re tired.”

I tiredly climbed into my bed as Luke climbed into the bed that Percy slept in not a day ago. As I went to sleep, I heard Luke’s soft breaths fill the cabin.

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I woke up with a start, and Luke had his hand on my arm.

“Hey, Hey, you’re okay. You just had a bad dream Darling. You’re okay. Take some deep breaths.”

I quickly blinked, vaguely remembering the nightmare I had. I saw Mom disintegrating into nothing, and then Percy in the minotaur’s fist, life draining from his eyes and disintegrating into nothing. Particles of ash mingling with Mom’s.

“Breathe with me, Y/n. In and out. In and out.”

I slowly matched my erratic breathing with his, and as the minutes went by, I started to calm down.

“See, you’re okay. I promise everything is okay. You’re safe.”

“T-thank you, Luke… Sorry for waking you up.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I just want to help you, Darling.”

“Still…”

A couple more deep breaths.

“Are you okay now, darling?”

“I’m okay now, thank you.”

“I’m gonna go back to sleep so I can get up in a few hours, okay?”

He took one step, and I reached for his hand.

“Could you… hold me, please?”

He just smiled at me and lifted the covers to get underneath.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #child of poseidon #pjo x reader

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aristia-pjoheadcanons · 6 months

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hi! i was wondering if i can request a platonic percy jackson headcanon fic where percy, annabeth and grover are on a quest and they find the child of hades! reader who went missing a week before percy came to camp while they were on a quest? (if you’re still taking requests !)

PLATONIC PERCY X MISSING READER WHO PERCY FINDS ON A QUEST

The reader went missing and either ended up somewhere out in the wilderness, without a way to escape because the forest or haunted building wouldn’t let you out – or something else stopped you, perhaps there was some magic involved.

Percy, Grover and Annabeth were on the quest sent from the Gods – they had to return something to its rightful owner.

They were met with a thick dark forest that gave off an eerie and somber feeling.

Soon enough they realized that the forest grounds were moving and becoming into muddy, murky, swamp water.

The thick water barely let the trio escape, thankfully they had the son of Poseidon and Annabeths quick thinking skills. Grover used his pipes to distract the gigantic arms the trees were slashing around to hit them.

When they arrived at a mansion in the middle of the woods, they knew something was up. But they had no choice but to venture further. Who knows? Maybe their quest can finally end here?

The doors of the manor opened (by force) and after some digging and prodding around the rooms, they settled down for the night.

It wasn’t until weird scratching and ghost-like-groaning was heard from the hallway, that the trio got ready for battle.

Ghost in haunted mansions? They could handle it, they think. Can’t be worse than a Minotaur.

There they are, !reader, dragging their feet down the hallways, their mouth opened with black water seeping out of their mouths – a curse.

“Uhhh…they don’t look so good” – Grover. “Really? I couldn’t tell” Percy thought to himself.

Annabeth was clever enough to have nectar in vials that she used to throw on the readers face – momentarily paralyzing whatever that was haunting you and bounding you to the place.

When you were free, and groggy from sleep – you explained yourself. The details were difficult but thanks to the fact that Annabeth has been at camp longer than anyone – she recognized you.

Now that you weren’t a threat, Percy didn’t grip his sword so tight and relaxed slightly. Whatever that was wrong with this mansion, hes not sure if he wanted to find out.

He is giving you strange looks, but he cant help but be skeptical. But then again, he did find Bianca and Nico in that weird ass military school full of weird monsters. And he has met the twelve Olympians – I guess he finally cant get any more surprised.

Small talk would suffice for now, you are part of the quest!

Hes got your back. Annabeth has given you a small dagger to protect yourself with.

Grover might talk to you the most and keep you company.

If you were injured, Percy would be protective (as he is with everyone he considers a friend). Someone from Camp-Halfblood is automatically considered an ally in his book.

He would maybe be curious about your parents – given that his memory might fail him to remember who you are.

Once he finds out you are also part of the big three, he feels relaxed somewhat. Not just Thalia and Tyson – but you too along with Nico. He feels optimistic to know that perhaps you can get along with Nico – but he is most likely far away.

He wouldn’t give much reassurance, but he is one observant motherfucker that will notice when you don’t feel well.

Percy is known to understand and notice small things about people, and really not judge that harshly – even though he can be quite sarcastic he means well.

His sarcasm would be one of his biggest defensives, if you can handle that you are a good friend too.

He wont pry too much – Annabeth being the one asking questions and figuring things out.

Any powers you have that can be useful for the quest, they would like to know.

Skeleton soldiers, controlling live people, summoning any weird creatures, summoning magic or anything of value? Can you tell how people will die and cheat death? Anything is accepted, its better than nothing. And if you don’t know then your best bet is your mind – be a good teammate and be quick witted.

At the end of the quest, you would earn some respect from the trio for completing it with them. Good thing you were able to keep up.

Percy would talk to you and ask you questions in general after the quests.

He would see you as one of the handful he can actually consult to, without feeling embarrassed that its too childish or stupid.

He would think you are cool, anyone who defeats monsters and can keep up with quests are someone he admires. He admires and trusts easily.

Butting heads and anything childish he can get over quickly and grow. At the end of the day he cares for you.

If you are burdened by responsibility as one of the big three, he will understand.

Though Percy is actually more quieter than people think – he doesn’t mind being talkative around you.

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talesfrommedinastation · 4 months

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My redneck neighbor Doug on the Jedi in 'The Clone Wars'

Y'all have asked, and Dr. Meat Muffin might be a disgruntled old hag that chugs too much Trader Joe’s bourbon and doodles too much subpar art, but she keeps her promises!

Just so y’all know, if you’re a major character (Anakin, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, etc) you keep your name, because it was drilled into Doug’s head over 8 seasons of Clone Wars and the movies. Everyone else, though, Doug gave up and created his own catchphrases for them.

CW: This one's not as spicy as Doug's previous rants regarding Star Wars, but y'all know if y'all know. "It'll all come out in the wash."

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Plo Koon: Ah, Shrimp Daddy. He looks like a shrimp that’s been boiled and left in the sun after a potluck. But my wife LOVES him, she says he has the nicest voice and she wishes he’d narrate some books. I loved him too, he was my favorite. That scene where he tells his clone boys in space that they’re important to him? Ah great. They should have him lead HR meetings.

Aayla Secura: Babe-the-Blue-Jedi. They sent her away from the Temple because Yoda didn’t want that hotness distracting everyone. Is she and Miguel (Bly?!) dating? They are, right?

Kit Fisto: Reggae Swamp Thing. Tell me that boy don't look like he lives in the Atchafalaya and bangs on the steel drums all day. I wonder if he stole those shorts from Michael Phelps. He’s cool but does he need to have a tank to swim in on his ship? Does he have gills? I need more info on this guy.

Adi Gallia: Storm’s Cousin. Doesn’t this chick look like her? She does, right? Maybe she's a Jedi cause she can't control the weather. Didn’t Maul’s brother Saul impale her on his horns and that’s how she died?* Why didn’t Maul do that to Obi-Wan? Maul was obsessed with Obi-Wan, do you think it’s because he had a crush on him after he sliced him in half?

(Doug also ships Obi-Wan with Maul now? IS THERE ANYONE WHO DOUG DOESN'T SHIP OBI-WAN WITH?!)

Shaak-Ti: Ahsoka’s Aunt. They’re totally related. (“No, they’re not.” “Says who?” “Um, EVERYONE?!”) She’s cool, nice to the clone boys. I like her horns.

Saesee Tiin : Angry Bull Boy. He looks like a minotaur whose daddy left him at a Wal-Mart instead of the Labyrinth after drinking too much.

Deepa Billaba: My Coworker Anu. Seriously! She looks JUST LIKE HER. I even texted her a screenshot, and she used that as her Slack Channel picture for the longest time. Nice lady, she's a good master to Lil Kanan. Hm, Lil Kanan sounds like a rap person my niece would listen to.

Ki-Adi-Mundi: Mutant-Mall-Santa. Look me dead ass in the eye and tell me the man don’t look like he was supposed to hand out presents and ask kids what they want for Christmas and ended up hanging out in toxic waste instead. He's a snotty asshole, I don't like him, he thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.

Luminara Undali: Lady-in-Drape. She’s a green lady, and she wears a drape. Meat Muffin, I'm tired and it's about to snow.

Barriss Offee: Little Lady-in-Drape. Man, she was awful, but she had good points, ya know? Kind of like Darth Maul. Do you think Darth Maul and Obi-Wan ever dated? Or would Obi-Wan’s boyfriend get jealous?

Quinlan Voss: College-Hippie-Boy. Doesn’t he just look like one of those goofs that fart around with hackysacks all day long? I'd buy weed from him if he was selling, he looks like an exporter and consumer, if you know what I mean.

Even Piall: Dobby the House Jedi. Man he looks like he was on his way to help Harry Potter or something and ended up in a bathrobe with a light saber. Ah well.

*= Savage is ‘Saul’ and Feral is ‘Paul’. So it’s Maul, Saul, and Paul. I strained a muscle laughing when I got this.

Tagging my Redneck Doug stans here! @amalthiaph @sued134 @eyecandyeoz @thecoffeelorian @merkitty49 @megmca @skellymomam I missing anyone?

Let me know if I missed any Jedi, those were the ones that came up that Doug didn't immediately recognize.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 6 months

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Request - Barry with a demigod boyfriend headcanons

•Barry’s friends caught you and Barry making out in Star Labs.

•Barry told everyone that you're his boyfriend.

•You never told Barry or anyone else who are your parents.

•But he does know that you're a demigod and have powers.

•Barry would ask you questions about who are your parents.

•While in public, Barry would hold your hand.

•You would train with Barry and you helped him discover new abilities.

•Barry and his friends are impressed by how you can control thunder and how your eyes change.

•You can easily teleport anywhere you want with your boyfriend.

•You have the ability to shapeshift and you do it to prank others.

•Barry thinks it's hot when you use super strength.

•You would help Barry and the team fight villains.

•Cisco and Barry made you a hero suit.

•You took Barry where demigods like to hang out.

•When you train with Barry sometimes it would lead to kissing.

•At the club with Barry is never a dull moment.

•You were on vacation and Barry called you for help, you teleport to the city to help him.

•When the timeline changed and Barry became the Reverse-Flash, he tried to get you to remember him.

•Barry changed the timeline and he was very happy that you remembered him.

•Barry used his speed to get a ring and ask you to marry him.

•You and Barry had to fight Zoom, you pushed your limits and used all your powers on Zoom.

•Barry took care of you.

•You were powerless for a few weeks.

•Barry loves to cuddle every night with you.

•when you are craving your favorite snack, Barry would use his speed to get it.

•You and Barry always make time for each other.

•You and Barry have talked about getting a pet but didn't agree on what.

•Barry would ask why you don't get along with your parents.

•Sometimes you and Barry do argue.

•You and Barry once fought a Minotaur and Barry got badly injured.

•Barry thought Pegasus was just a myth but he was wrong.

•He got excited to ride Pegasus with you.

•Barry was scared to get close to Cerberus but they like it when you pet their heads and behind the ears.

•You have a friend who is a centaur and he doesn't like Barry.

#x male reader #male!reader #male reader #the flash x reader #the flash x male reader #the flash headcanons #barry allen imagine #barry allen x reader #barry allen x male reader #flufftober

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creeps-and-creatures · 10 months

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Minotaur Jock 🏈🐮

Poor choices and alcohol lead to a heavy fall, lucky for you there’s someone who’s willing to help. :)

In hindsight, maybe getting drunk at a party near a cliff was a bad idea.

You didn’t go out much. Parties had never been your thing and you’d much rather sit around in comfy clothes than go get drunk and kiss a stranger. And uni work didn’t help.

So, when your friend invited you to “the biggest party of the year” you were hesitant. It took a lot of pestering and a fair amount of bribery to get you there, but eventually you agreed.

So there you were, at some rich frat boy’s daddy’s vacation home. Sitting on a couch, alone, red solo cup in hand. Zoning out looking at the hills around you.

Your friend had left you almost as soon as you got there, pulled away by the tide of people dancing and drinking. A fairy couple in the corner we’re making out passionately, their wings were wrapped around the other and their skin was flushed with a sensual shade of red. You thought they looked like a seriously deformed apple.

Maybe that’s a rude thing to think, after all they were just living life (probably better than you at that) and it was harmless at the end of the day. Looking at those passionate couples though, you couldn’t help but be reminded of the boy you had once shared kisses like that wit-No. Those were not helpful thoughts. You had already let him control you all throughout highschool and you’d be damned if you let the memory of him control you now.

In retaliation to your treacherous thoughts you took a swig of your cup. You were here to have fun, so why not try it? Another cup wouldn’t hurt.

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The party was really going now and for once, you were a part of it! The crowd had migrated out of the house and now that everyone, including you, was more than a little bit drunk the party truly started.

The dancers from before were now thrashing, the drinkers chugging, and the kissers had mostly gone off to more private areas. You had gravitated towards the dancing clump, the liquid courage in your bloodstream now giving you enough confidence to join them.

You threw your body in time with the music, not caring where your feet landed or your arms swung. Maybe, if someone in the group was more sober they would’ve suggested you move away from the edge of the cliff that sloped downward towards the ocean shore, but no one was. And so when a beat hit dropped particularly hard, you threw yourself into movement spinning and jumping and then tripping.

A rock had been just too close to your foot and you were sent down the side of the cliff. It wasn’t steep enough to be a sheer drop so instead of falling you tumbled.

You were too drunk to tell how long you fell for, but just sober enough to know when you hit the bottom.

As you laid in the bush that broke your fall, you stared up at the sky, dazed at what had happened, until a sound from above you broke your trance. It sounded like something sliding down the hill you had just come from, something big.

You knew you should move but it just seemed so hard at the moment. Whether this was due to the alcohol or hitting your head on the trip down, you didn’t know. As you debated this issue you realized that the sliding noise had stopped, before a loud thud came from your right with approaching footsteps coupled with a smooth baritone voice coming not long after.

“Hey! Hey! Can you hear me?”

You slowly turned your head towards the pleasant sound and saw a large figure moving towards your place in the brush. As the figure got closer you saw the outline of horns on the head and the golden brown fur which covered the parts of the man not covered by his letterman and khaki pants.

“Hey!” The man was towering over you now and you could feel his warm breath on your face. “Are you alright?”

You didn’t respond, instead choosing to stare dumbly at his face.

“Oh lord you got hit good. How many fingers are Mmmm I holding up?”

You stared at the four large fingers in front of you before responding with a resounding “eight.”

The bull just stared at you before sighing “Sounds like someone’s taking a trip to the hospital tonight. Let’s get you to my car”

The bush beneath you disappeared, suddenly replaced with strong arms and big hands as the minotaur hefted you up.

“Up ya go. Ok then,” he gave you a stupidly charming grin that would’ve made you blush if you hadn’t already been flushed red. “My name is Jason, and you’re going to the hospital.”

A/N: I’ve been working on this one for a while and I’m excited to get it out to y’all! I’ll (hopefully) be releasing part 2 of my closet monster series (which you can find here) next! Sorry for the wait but I hope it’ll be worth your time lol

Have a lovely day and thank you for reading!

#monster boyfriend #monster x reader #slow burn #terato #monster bf #monster x y/n #monster fucker #monster x you #🏈🐮 oc (Jason)

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guardianspirits13 · 4 months

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ok I've finally worked out the biggest reason Clarisse isn't clicking for me- it's not just that she's a "mean girl" instead of a "bully" archetype, but her motivations.

The whole "admit you didn't kill the minotaur" thing came out of NOWHERE. It doesn't work on even a surface level because Percy literally *has* the minotaur horn in his posession.

In the book (and the musical, might I add), Clarisse couldn't give two shits about wether this puny kid was strong enough to fight the minotaur. She cares that he had the opportunity to do so when any other kid at camp would kill for that opportunity.

These are children who spend their entire lives waiting for a chance to prove themselves that might never come, and this little punk gets to fight the legendary minotaur and is upset about it?

Clarisse, like the most of the campers, is a neglected kid who doesn't fit in in the real world- so she picks on vulnerable campers to feel like she is in control. She is a classic bully in a fantasy setting, with the added context of trying to win the approval of her godly father.

After the bathroom incident, it turns from a matter of jealousy into a matter of retaining her cabin-and by extension Ares'-pride. At that point, getting revenge on Percy is a bigger priority for her than the glory of winning capture the flag.

Additionally, when Percy is claimed she still kneels, because despite hating him, she respects tradition. She's not a monster, just a teenager with a grudge.

This is a character arc that pays off in droves in later books, and there was a lot of missed potential here. I think that even with her less bully-like persona they still could have found a way to preserve this, but so far it is my only distinctly negative reaction to a change made for the show.

I loved these two episodes and can't wait for more, and honestly? That scream when Percy broke her spear gave me hope for her character in the future. Dior has definitely got it in her to live up to the role, now it's on the writers to help her live up to her potential.

#clarisse la rue #pjo tv show #percy jackson disney+#pjo disney+#pjo analysis #pjo spoilers #pjo show spoilers #pjo tv spoilers #dior goodjohn #jess's thoughts

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gothfoxgirlboy · 3 months

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TF Me: Fae Taken

After having been transported to a new world I didn’t take long to adjust to my new body, the short and thick stature seemed to suit me quite well. More than that I took to magic incredibly fast, it seemed to flow through my new demonic body entirely naturally. Though of course, I needed to move frequently. I began to become consumed by my own power not long after.

The addiction to aphrodisiacs and the increased libido of my new body made it incredibly difficult to get off on my own so I made a name hunting other mages and using the loser’s submission laws of this world.

However, a year or so into my prolonged stay in this new world changes began happening that I was not aware of. The World Tree had gotten a parasite, slowly, in order to replenish the nutrients it was losing plants began to cannibalize each other and when that was no longer enough they began to become carnivorous.

Though I was by no means a hero, I was adept at magic and had a handful of useful losers that I kept by my side. My knight and minotaur to protect me, my wizard to take the spells that are meant for me, and my maid who can barely walk from all the toys I keep her filled with.

But when I became more and more apparent that all the frivolities I was enjoying were becoming scarce I decided to take the situation into my own hands. We began our journey like most RPG games, finding that the situation became more and more difficult the closer we got to the world tree, animals became monsters, monsters became fae. That was where we were.

Having battled through the fae forest directly into the Seelie Court. I attempt to throw some spells towards the queen of the faeries but the Seelie Court had rules, magic could only be used with permission, contracts verbal or otherwise were impossible to break, and words had to be carefully selected. Thus, we had to talk our way out of this. Luckily unlike the other fae, the queen seemed much less, controlled by the World Tree.

“May I have your name adventurer?” She starts, with a common trick.

“You may not have it but you can call me, Loch” I respond.

“I understand, well Loch, I presume that you are on your way to destroy the parasite?”

“I am”

“You must be a hero to go on such an adventure.”

“Far from it, I wish only to return to the luxury and leisure of my life”

“Then our goals may be parallel. Us fae wish for leisure, however the World Tree has changed the world greatly. Lend me your power so that we may both claim ourselves lives of luxurious leisure.” The queen says.

Simply put it was an offer I couldn’t refuse. The queen of the Seelie Court was offering an alliance to defeat the parasite. Fae cannot go back on their words nor could they lie. This may just be the easiest part from here on.

“Of course I will lend you my power. To our wonderful future” I say eagerly.

“To our wonderful future indeed.” The queen smirks.

It was too late to fix my mistake. The magic power I became so accustomed to was ripped from me. My powers were hers.

Tentacles rose up from the ground and grabbed me and my companions. We struggle against the bindings but it’s hopeless, we can’t break ourselves free. The Fae Queen flies up to me, her face slightly contorted as though she’s thinking, then she seems to have found her solution.

She comes closer as an item begins to appear in her hands as one of the tentacles strips me. The item looks like a strange cover for something, and it’s round in shape. Frankly it’s bigger than the fairy queen who is only a few inches tall. But she brings it up to my crotch, and covers my dick. It moulds to my body, giving me a soft nulge. Then I feel the magic that was attached to the nulge. My body starts to harden, my joints replaced with balls and my skin with porcelain. I can only watch as the queen uses my magic to petrify me and imprison my group.

Yet the queen did not go back on her word. Though I was but a doll the queen gave me luxury after luxury. My band of elasticity kept my body soft enough to be played with while I was unable to control it.

There was a team of faeries that constantly stimulated me, leaving no sense untouched. My nulge was played with at all times, small tongues licking constantly. My nipples were milked constantly until even without stimulation there was a steady stream. They put me in the queen’s personal garden, surrounded by living plants that she controlled to move me. She kept flowers that had aphrodisiac pollen all around me, a trickle of liquid aphrodisiac slowly dripped into my mouth, eventually leaking from my immobile lips down my body. Siren birds sung hypnotic songs day in and day out.

The only thing that could save me was when the magic wore off in a month. However, the queen found great fun in using my magic to create toys, First she made an inflatable plug that slowly degraded my morals each day I felt less and less of a desire to rebel. The next week she made nipple clamps that greatly increased how much I lactate, The queen was a great fan of the taste and would frequently come drink from the tap. By the end of the week my milk had a slight pinkish color from the amount of aphrodisiac coursed through my body. The following week a riding crop was made that could increase libido. My ass and tits where smack until my mind became fuzzy and I was delirious with lust. Then came the fourth week. When the magic would finally wear off and I could escape.

I waited, watching the moon rise through the glass ceiling of the queen’s garden. My magic slowly returned to my body, my joints returned to normal, my skin was soft and stretchy, and an entire month’s worth of orgasms coursed through my body, amplified by the aphrodisiac that flooded my bloodstream. Yet, I was still a doll. My body wouldn’t move. It didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to move. There was nothing stopping me.

The faerie queen entered her garden, seeing that I was still posed exactly as she left me.

“What a perfect doll you made.” She laughs. “Will you be mine forever?”

My mind had been ruined and my body was so sensitive that I may never stop cumming. I could never live on my own.

“Yes, Queen.” I say, it feels wrong to speak but I know she wants my response.

“Good now come with me. It’s tea time and the other dolls haven’t seen you in a month. We’ll need to dress you up nicely”

Without a word I follow, prepared to live a luxurious life as a living doll for my faerie queen.

#the catboy author #nsft txt #cyoa #tf me

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zellk · 9 months

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My question is about Qalaa! She’s got an amazing design in every iteration so I wanted to ask what were your main inspirations for her? Also could you tell us a bit more about her story?

Hi there ! Thank you so much for your kind words about my babygirl ;A; !!! Everything started circa 2014 when I started to play Wakfu again with @shuuzaar and decided to make a red-skinned osamodas. She also now exists in multiple universes (a minotaur or tiefling in DnD, a demon/oni, a dragon, etc etc).

It wasn't a very conscious & willed thing but since I put a lot of 'myself' into her (more than all my other OCs, who have more... handpicked bits) so her build started to grow towards the larger / bigger side naturally. I'm definitely not as big, nor tall as her though (I am short and she's like, 209cm tall or sth).

Her general themes / traits are : A kind, soft & gentle soul in a body that is 'made' for killing / hurting easily because of it's size and strength. Feeling inadequate / dysphoria / struggling to accept her body because it doesn't fit what she likes (petite and feminine girls). Struggle to control flares of emotions & physical strength. And being very, oh so very gay about girls and feminine people (this is a very important part ok).

In time I've been slowly collecting pictures of athletes and people that make me think of her and trying to refine how she looks in my head ! Though, like many of my characters, the specifics tends to change depending on how I feel on the moment... sometimes I want her nose a bit more like this or like that... don't be surprised if her gallery isn't the most consistent in terms of facial features :,^)

One thing that definitely DID inspire me for her though are the marks on her body ! They are inspired from scarifications of the Chambri tribe in Papua New Guinea https://bodyartforms.com/blog/sepik-river-scarification.asp)

As for her story, well, my current DnD group where I play her has given me a lot of opportunities to flesh it out a little more >:^D I'll try to keep it short.

Qalaari was born from an unplanned pregnancy. Her mother, Aamira Molandine, was someone with a very weak health due to a blood curse running in her family (more on that later) ; but despite her health she decided to keep the child and see the pregnancy through. Her father, Temhos Croquelune, is a member of a tribe of "beast folk" (this is tweaked and adapted to fit in various universes when I can) and, while enamoured with Aamira, was really not ready to have a child, and to potentially have to raise it alone should Aamira die while giving birth. After yet another argument with her about getting an abortion for her sake and the sake of them both, Temhos ran away during the night and never came back.

~6 month pregnant Aamira found refuge in the Croquelune tribe under Temhos' sister roof, Olgha (who also had a crush on Aamira & both her and her brother tried to court her). The travel took a heavy toll on Aamira's already weak health and yet she somehow miraculously survived the delivery of her (very) big and healthy baby girl Qalaari. Qalaari was raised in a very loving home by Aamira and Olgha, but developped a big resentment towards her blood father, especially since after giving birth, Aamira remained a very sickly person with a broken heart. Aamira died when Qalaari was 13, which kind of forever scared her and worsened her struggles to control her emotions.

Remember the Cursed Blood thing ? Well basically, it's a curse that either 1) eats you alive if your body is too weak to handle it (Aamira's case, which is why she had a weak health from the beginning) OR 2) enhances the physical potential of your body, but tends to make you lose control and become little more than a beast (Qalaari's case). So yeah... she's trying to get better but she has a lot of healing to do with her inner child and that's not easy... especially with the layers of self hatred the cycles of her life are bringing in :^) !

EDIT : I FORGOT TO ADD that Qalaari is currently exiled from the Croquelune tribe. The circle scar on her clavicle is the mark of the exiled, who are sent away from the tribe for 3 years before they can come back. The practice exists to try and get people to grow 'outside of the community' before coming back in it as a slightly different person. The once-exiled people are reintegrated in the tribe when they return if possible. Olgha, Qalaari's aunt-in-law and adoptive parent, has a mark like this! This exile is definitely not the best solution ever but it's been done for so long in the tribe that it's hard to yknow... challenge the system of it.

Anyway if you've read to this point, thank you for listening to me fail miserably to keep this short... Qalaari is one of my dearest OC, so it's really hard not to gush about her in a 3 hours TED Talk everytime...

Thank you for this kind ask ! Hope you'll have a good day :> !

#qalaari #qalaari coquelune #wall of text #ask #beary ask #answer #ocs #oc #oc talk #ocs talk #zellk #zellkabellk #gritpyre #“ill try to keep this short” <- me when i fucking lie #im sorry it's so hard to not want to gush about everything like i've been discovering so many details about Qalaa's parents / familly #im SO INVESTED in them fskmdjghmkj like ??? the unplanned pregnancy ??? Olgha having a crush on Aamira and ending up taking care of her #because her dumbass brother left her in the dust like an asshole ???#Olgha never talking about her feelings to Aamira but Aamira knows Im sure ??? but she's still heartbroken and yet she's so thankful ???#Qalaari growing with this pure HATRED towards her father for what he did to her mom #but also being such an unreliable narrator because let's be real Aamira wanting to keep the child with her health #WAS NOT REASONABLE #she didn't leave Temhos a choice but it's still an asshole move from Tem to have just LEFT AND RUN AWAY #anyways they are my little drama sitcom in my head and I eat it up so bad

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horus-unofficial · 8 months

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Yo I tried to eject from my Minotaur and wound up here:

I mean my omninet connection still works obviously but I can't find my way out. Got any tech support tips?

what the hell is that. weve never seen a metafold maze that looks like that oh you probably are stuck in the metafold maze tho sometimes the eject malfunctions. youre gonna have to find the control panel in the center of the maze and eject from there

#lancerrpg #lancer rpg #lancer ttrpg #lancer minotaur

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brewsterispunkk · 4 months

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diamonds and stones: prologue

pairing: clyde logan x reader

summary: the beginning of it all

warnings: brief mentions of domestic violence

a/n: im dedicating this one to @acrossthesestars :) they offered so much encouragement and support the first time i tried to get this fic off the ground 2 years ago. after some reworking and new inspiration, im trying again !

series masterlist

prologue:

You had been obsessed with Greek mythology when you were young.

Maybe it was the timelessness of it all, the beauty, love, tragedy. The might of the gods like Zues and Poesidon, the fierceness of Athena’s wit, the firm unforgiving curve of Hera’s brow. The constellations in the deep, inky sky called out to you.

You learned to read them, pick them out in each season. Orion and his bow, Sirius, wagging his tail at you from millions of lightyears away. You liked to talk to them sometimes, when it got tough at home. When the yelling came to be too much. You’d hole up in some corner with a book reading, or you’d look out your window and wonder. Speak to the dark and wonder if maybe they could hear you.

They had endured tragedy too, after all. And though a stepfather that hit you wasn’t a nine-headed beast or a minotaur, it might as well have been. You wondered what it would be like to walk among them; in the time of the Gods. To witness Persephone tumbling forth to the underworld as the world opened up from under her, to see Hera’s rage and wrath and pain firsthand, to feel Poseidon's breeze as Aphrodite was born of the sea-foam.

You loved them; the myths. And the fiction that followed them, books inspired by stories thought up millennia ago.

But one goddess always confused you. You always avoided her stories; the fiery goddess of warmth, of belonging. It hurt too much. The deity that controlled the two most powerful things that you could never touch; fire--the piercing, blazing, sting of it all. Beautiful to look at and just out of reach. Enchanting candles and bonfires you could never touch, lest you become another Icarus, and melt away from the heat of it. Fire, the thing only the gods could touch. And the other: Home.

Home, the word felt foreign on your tongue, bitter.

The goddess of belonging, the deity of home. Hestia smiled at you from every page she appeared on, lips curving into a wicked smirk, holding something over your head you knew you could never achieve. Never possess, never grasp.

It was said that Aphrodite was the goddess of love, that you knew. But it was something you didn’t believe; to you, Aphrodite was the goddess of passion. Of deep, rushing urges, flighty decisions. She was the goddess your mother's tumultuous relationship was born of. And though what she and your stepfather had was piercing and painful, there was no love to be found there. That you were sure of.

No, in your mind Hestia was the goddess of true love, not just the shallow illusion of it. Warmth, stability, belonging: these were all characteristics of love itself. Something you’d never known.

Your mother loved you; That much you knew to be true, but it was a tragic type of love. The type the poets and romantics wrote about. Your mother was Ophelia, sinking into the deep. She was Juliet with a dagger piercing her heart. She was Cordelia, dying of a heart broken by betrayal. A love from Aphrodite had made her like this. She had been all but ruined by your father, as you saw it. She loved you, fiercely, but as though she was trying to provide enough for a mother and a father.

She tore herself apart trying to conceal what was truly happening from you; the bruises, the broken glass, the old jeep missing from the drive-way. And when he did take it out on you, she tore herself apart trying to put you back together. And that was tragic. More tragic than the fates of Orpheus and Eurydice. More tragic than the birth of Dionysus. More than Echo’s love for Narcissus.

And so the goddess of the hearth and home taunted you.

Appalachia was a beautiful place to grow up, but for a little girl living in her own head, it could get lonely too. The mountains and foothills of the blue ridges lived in your soul; That much you knew. They spoke to you, told you stories, kept you company where there was none.

Your family had made home here for generations. You were as much a part of the land as it was a part of you. Like the West Virginia license plate said, you grew up the same way: “Wild and Wonderful.” Barefoot and wild, a true daughter of the mountains.

Where there wasn’t a father, there were the wildflowers. When your mother would shut down, go quiet and for once stop pretending that everything was alright, there was the oak tree with a tire swing. Through the fights and the screaming and the slamming, there was always this. The land. The grass beneath your feet, the wind in your hair, and the mountains above your eyes. And when it was too hot to be outside, your books were always there to welcome you back to the fold; to provide escape.

So, though your life wasn’t perfect by any means, you’d always remember your Gramma’s words. She lived miles away--to the east, in Boone County, a place you’d visited only as an infant--but she made the hours-long journey whenever your mother needed her, which was often. When she’d catch you sulking about something trivial, like a lost card game or not being allowed to have sweets before supper, she’d arch an eyebrow at you, hand on her hip and say:

“Watch your spite. Whatever attitude you put out into this world is what you gon’ get back.”

This, you’d think. I can be content with this. And the West Virginia wind was always there to answer you with its gentle swaying, older than the trees.

The first thing your mind registered on the day that you ran was the cold hand on your shoulder as you bolted awake, gasping.

It was still dark outside, the sun hadn’t even begun to peek over the horizon beyond the trailer that you’d only called home for a few weeks now. Your room was bathed in darkness, and your eyes adjusted, only being able to make out the rough shapes of the objects in your room.

You opened your mouth to scream, too scared to look beside you at who had grabbed you. You’d heard some girls in your class talking about a girl getting kidnapped only two weeks ago one county over. When her hand closed over your mouth to stop you, you visibly relaxed. You could smell the lemon perfume still splashed across her wrist, faint after what must have been a long shift at the diner. Mommy.

“Shh, shh,” She soothed, her other hand stroking your pajama-clad back, “it’s me, sweetie, it’s mama. It’s just me.”

Your little fists rubbed your eyes groggily, taking in your surroundings. You brushed your crazy bed head away from your eyes. It was dark, and the digital mermaid clock on your nightstand read 3:32 am. At the foot of your bed, there were two suitcases; ones you’d only seen when Kieth, your mom’s boyfriend, had gone away for work trips. You’d looked forward to those times; It was when the house was calmest, when you were allowed to have the windows open (Kieth didn’t like it when you’d leave the windows open; it meant people could “see too much”). Your mom would put on her old Fleetwood Mac records and tell you stories about your daddy--How they met and how they found out they were pregnant with you.

You weren’t allowed to talk about your daddy when Kieth was home. He didn’t like it and he’d get that mean look on his face.The kind that made your mom freeze. You were scared of Kieth. Which was why you didn’t know what his suitcase was doing here instead of tucked away where it belonged. He’d be angry about that, and everyone knew what happened when he got angry.

Your mom smoothed your hair behind your ears, whispering with careful purpose, “Time to get up, sweetie. It’s time to go.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. Go? Go where? It was still nighttime, as far as your seven-year-old brain could tell, and you were tired.

Swallowing a yawn you began, “Mommy--”

“Shh!” She whisper-yelled, hand coming over your mouth once again. In her eyes was a look you’d never seen before. Your mom was scared. Your eyes widened, not fully understanding what was going on, but understanding that something was going on, and whatever it was, it was bad. She inhaled through her nose and through her mouth, slowly lowering her hand.

“I’m gonna explain the best I can, sweetie, but you’re gonna have to be real, real quiet, ok? We gotta hurry.”

You frantically nodded, eyes drawn together in what could’ve only looked like complete terror.

“You and I are leavin’, lovebug. I got all we need here,” she patted the suitcase, “and in the car. We’re goin’.” She explained, looking over her shoulder at the cracked door. You could hear Kieth’s loud snoring from the other room.

“Like on vacation?” You asked in a tiny voice, confused. You’d never been on vacation before; Not a real one anyway. Only weekend trips to Atlantic City with your cousins every now and then. Your mom closed her eyes for a moment before shaking her head.

“No. Not like vacation,” she sighed, reaching up to grab your cheek. “I’m sorry honey, really I am. I’m sorry it took me this long to realize we have to go. But we do.”

You wouldn’t know what she was referring to until years later, not really grasping what she was saying in a half-awake, eight-year-old brain. Years later, you’d realize she was referring to Kieth: how sorry she was that it had taken this long for her to leave him. Still, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you nodded at her. You hadn’t realized she was crying until she reached up to wipe under her eyes, sniffling.

She hugged you then, tight. Tighter than you think she’d ever held you before. In that moment, you’d thought that it was more for her than you. You hugged her back.

She sighed, “c’mon, baby. Get your shoes on.”

“Where are we gonna go, mama?”

“Gramma’s, honey. She’s got a room all ready for us.” By now she was busying herself with getting your pink tennis shoes on your feet. Standing up, you let her pull your sweatshirt over your arms.

She looked younger like this, you thought. Like a Princess, here in the moonlight under the cover of nighttime. Here the darkness hid the dark circles and worry lines that made her look older than she actually was. She grabbed your hands.

“Okay, now we’ve gotta walk really quietly, honey. You’re gonna have to put your feet where mine were, do you think you can do that?”

You nodded, peeking around the door, half expecting Kieth to be standing there, hand raised. You silently thanked whatever god was out there that Kieth had never let you get a dog—you didn’t know if you’d have been able to take it with you.

With careful, slow steps you creeped down the dark hallway, dodging the floorboards you knew to be creaky.

After ten minutes of careful precision—well, as much precision as a half-asleep ten-year-old can have—you made it to the old pick-up that had belonged to your father. The gravel crunching beneath her feet, your mother lifted you up into the back seat. After jumping into the front seat herself, she took a deep shuddering breath before slowly turning the ignition, eyes squeezed shut. The gear moved into drive, and head leaned against the window, you slept soundly, without fear, for the first time in years.

By the time you woke up, it was almost five o’clock. The sun was slowly beginning to show its rays, the sky fading from a deep indigo into a light yellow. You looked out the windows at the mountains, thankful that at least one thing felt familiar. The blue ridges always did.

Your mother turned back, smiling at you. A real smile. It made your heart stutter a bit.

Maybe Hestia hasn’t abandoned me, you thought, thinking back to the days when you’d curse the name of the goddess of fire. Back when you actually believed in the goddess of fire.

“Well look who decided to wake up,” your mother smiled, her eyes crinkling. You stifled a yawn, stretching.

“What’s going on?” You asked apprehensively. “Why did we just leave like that? Mama, when we get back he’s gonna be—“

“We aren’t going back.”

You blanked. Not going back? What? The amount of times you’d wished for this exact scenario were too many to count. You should be happy. But what would you do? Would you live with grandma? Where were your things? You only packed one suitcase and your friend Emma had borrowed your Mulan TShirt—oh and school! Where would you go to school—

Your mother said your name. Your eyes snapped to hers in the rear view.

“It’s gonna be okay. I've got a plan, we’ll be fine.”

She paused and you turned to look at the trees passing by. She sighed before speaking again, “okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good. Oh look!” She gasped, pointing to her right, at a bright green sign.

Now Entering Boone County

“We’re here!” She sighed. “I haven’t been back here since your daddy…” She trailed off, but you knew what she meant. She hadn’t been back here since your daddy had died. Keith wouldn’t let her.

Gazing out of the window at the moving trees, you only thought of what lie ahead. You’d moved enough times in your life, first for your dad’s military postings, and then because Kieth never liked to stay in one place for too long. This wasn’t new, but something about it felt that way. You’d like to stay in one place for a while after this one, you thought. As you watched the hills and farms and houses, the sun began to rise, coloring it all gold. You could get used to this.

As you entered the town, you felt it in your chest: this was going to be home. You were sure of it.

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Almost certainly unnecessary, A!smp is probably completely separate, but when has that stopped us?

So I've been thinking about what Hera's nickname for asmp! Sunship would be. And have thought of a few possibilities. (Conclusion at the end feel free to skip)

If we go by a more leocoptera style of naming it could be anything but that seems to be the exception not the rule and so I shall focus on Greek/Roman heroes for now.

The traits I am using to narrow this down for asmp! Aimsey are:

. Royalty (preferably princehood)

. An association with space or the moon

. Possibly violence as an associated trait

. Association with knowledge and/or insanity

3. Theseus (Θησέυς)

This is not a particularly good one if only for how damp!Tommy has already claimed it.

However it does work a bit.

He is a prince, and a lost one at that. His father abandoned him in an attempt to protect him and (depending on how things go down at those coordinates this could really fit or really not) his father nearly had him murdered. Similarly, if in the future his relationship to Asmp!guqqie devolves it could perhaps mirror his relationship to Ariadne (who I may go over as a possiblity for Guqqie in a later part)

Sadly, after this it falls apart. He is typically considered quite noble,retains his sanity (I think) and his nature as more of a trickster contradicts A! Aimsey's more desperate panicked violence. Similarly, there is no association with space whatsoever.

2. Odysseus (Οδυσσευς)

By far the most famous on this list, I quite like Odysseus for the ways their stories mirror each other. The Odyssey is typically agreed to mainly symbolize thought and the nature of humanity, which to me feels similar to Aimsey's nature as a seeming human ending -however I understand this is a stretch. Similarly, their stories are both about a desperate struggle to either find or establish a home.

Odysseus was also royalty, the king of Ithica and had a connection to knowledge himself. Being originally allied with Athena before pissing her off. And had several moments where he struggled with the isolation her experienced on his journey. However, he has no major association with space and was mainly sane and if not peaceful his violence was carefully considered and controlled.

1. Asterion (Αστεριον)

While this will get all the bg3 nerds confused I think it really fits. Asterion means "starry" ( space association check) and is the name used by the citizens of Crete for the minotaur. As the step son of Minos he would have been considered a prince ( royalty, check) although not technically in line for the throne.

Immediately, the minotaur is associated with senseless violence and insanity as it was said to have a craving for blood and was locked in a maze by his stepfather to "protect his people". Similarly, even if sane at the beginning, all those years in darkness and solitude would have lead to desperation and insanity anyways.

However, even in the contemporary period this was understood to be not entirely accurate. Asterion was demonized by his father as a bastard - with a literal bull no less-and used as his own personal monster to threaten his enemies with. The famous labyrinth and human sacrifices were used as a punishment for Athens after their king killed Minos's son. This to me could perhaps mirror how humans are automatically assumed to be evil and how this has become a self fulfilling prophecy as they kill and steal out of fear

Anyways, this is my opinion and may not be entirely accurate. If you disagree or I got anything wrong please correct me and don't get mad please.

#aimsey #arg!guqqie #mcyt #greek mythology #asmp #aimsey smp #minecraft #mcytblr #guqqie #sunshipduo

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forasecondtherewedwon · 3 months

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lullaby for a rottweiler

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: G Word Count: 1116

Summary: There isn't exactly a Protector's Handbook with a chapter on what to do if you find yourself trapped in Cerberus's mouth, so Grover decides to tackle the problem the best way he knows how: by singing the consensus song.

What Grover never mentioned to the others—what he never felt he had to confess might be a better way to say it—is that there’s a reason he was glad they didn’t take a plane to California. Another reason. A reason that has nothing to do with the three of them spending the flight huddled anxiously in the bathroom until lightning bolts blast the wings off and Percy has to save them with airplane toilet water. Which Grover, who may have dreamed that exact scenario on the train to St. Louis, doesn’t doubt Percy could have done. For the record.

The other reason he was happy not to take a plane is turbulence. He’s super not into it. Rough travel can be fun when it’s his hooves over uneven ground. It’s not even the worst, in terms of messing with his inner ears, to be on a bus during a Fury attack. Or on a train with a rampaging Chimera. A car being rammed by a Minotaur! If Grover were to explain, if he had to tell Annabeth and Percy, he has quite the portfolio of turbulent travel situations to use as proof that he’s fine 99% of the time.

Boy, it really feels like the gods are laughing at him for managing to skip the plane only to end up bouncing along in one of Cerberus’s three mouths.

This is a heavy dog, and he takes big leaps. Grover is lofted up against the solid roof of the dog’s mouth, then dropped back down on its warm, rubbery tongue. And the whole place stinks. Hades can’t get in here with a toothbrush every once in a while? It smells like Cerberus has been using the Styx as his own personal water bowl. (The scent is misery with base notes of the abandonment of all hope.) Numbed by the stench, all Grover can do at first is subject himself to a mental montage of the greasy diner food and convenience store snacks he’s been living on. Not even the good stuff, like soda cans and tins of peanuts with the peanuts dumped out.

What breaks through his fixation on the contents of his churning stomach is one word: bumpy.

Because he’s not really big on self-pity, Grover scrambles to his knees between bounds and does his best to brace himself inside Cerberus’s mouth just enough to feel like he has a little bit of control. Hey, he feels less nauseous already!

“Oh golly!” he shout-sings, and immediately regrets it; Cerberus cocks his head at the noise and jerks to a stop. Grover cringes as he’s tossed against the dog’s teeth.

“Sorry,” he says, softer. “I guess six ears are more sensitive than two, huh?”

Cerberus’s answering whine vibrates Grover bone-deep before the dog starts moving again—a jaunty walking pace that’s ramping back up into a full-out run.

“Let’s try this again,” Grover says to himself, getting situated between tongue and palate.

He clears his throat.

“Oh, golly, the road’s gettin’ bumpy ’cause I got me…” He considers the dark, reeking cavern in which he crouches. “…a hound dog who just won’t slow down. Oh, dear. When the heads are gettin’ bouncy, the trick to settled tummies is…”

Is??? Grover thinks, because it’s a lot harder to come up with rhymes when you’re lurching down the bank of the River Styx in something’s mouth than it is when you’re packing a bag at camp based on what you think your co-questers are most likely to forget.

“…a trip to singin’ town,” he picks up.

Percy and Annabeth never let him get to verse two (where you say nice things about each other, building goodwill on the path to consensus). Cerberus hasn’t spat Grover out or tried to swallow him, so, honestly, after having his friends interrupt his debut performance, he’s taking it as encouragement to keep singing. He claps a hand against his opposite arm steadily until the words come to him. It’s weird but either he’s matched his claps to Cerberus’s footfalls or the dog’s running to his beat.

“Oh, Cerby, you’re good at bein’ grumpy, you make a great guard dog, your fur’s all black and brown.” The last one’s more of an observation than a compliment, and Grover winces, hoping Cerberus is more affected by his happy tone than the exact words.

“Good boy,” Grover sings, not meaning it. “You don’t need to run fast. (In fact, slower’s prob’ly better.) A trip to singin’ town.”

His eyes widen as, miraculously, Cerberus slows. Grover lets his clapping trail off. The dog stops, he sinks. Though it feels like this mouth-elevator has reached the ground floor, he’s not opening up to let Grover out. Suddenly, a snore rumbles through him. Seems like it’s probably now or never; Grover wriggles out between Cerberus’s huge teeth, getting a thorough slime bath as he pushes past the dog’s slobbery jowls.

He's relieved to see Percy, but he directs his first words at Cerberus: “You are a bad, bad dog!”

And he is a good, good singer, he thinks, even after he realizes Annabeth has literally scaled the side of Hades’ hound to give the dog neck scritchies. And maybe Percy helped too, fearlessly standing his ground in the path of the charging dog. Three heads are really better than one! Grover glances sideways at Cerberus. Three heads are better in some circumstances.

There’s not much time, so he listens to the others’ plan, using the shoes to lift Percy off the ground and fly him up the cliff. But the dog’s getting restless; Grover can hear growling noises that do not indicate peaceful slumber. After a harrowing minute of separation and a squeak of the red ball, Annabeth joins them at the top of the cliff. She launches the ball and Cerberus gives chase. The three of them stand there for a moment, breathing hard. But Grover just can’t keep it in.

“I GAVE YOU COMPLIMENTS!” he shouts after the dog. “YOU DON’T JUST ATTACK A GUY AND HIS FRIENDS RIGHT AFTER THE CONSENSUS SONG!”

Still outraged, he turns to his friends.

“What was that thing the Oracle said about betrayal again? Percy?”

But Percy isn’t listening, so Grover looks to Annabeth for support. The scrunch of her eyebrows and the slant of her mouth say she has no idea why he’s bringing up the consensus song right now (and why would she? Grover doesn’t mind that a ride in Cerberus’s mouth is one part of this quest he experienced alone). Regardless, Annabeth pats him on the shoulder.

“Yuck,” she says, withdrawing her hand and staring at her drool-slicked palm.

Grover sighs.

“Yeah. Tell me about it.”

#my writing #PJatO #PJatO spoilers #Grover Underwood #Percy Jackson #Annabeth Chase #PJO series #Percy Jackson fic #PJO fic

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 6 months

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Barbatos with a Minotaur!Mc

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is it weird to kinda imprison your partner in the maze under the Castle he works and lives at? considering that´s what Barbatos does for him not so much, but he also found him down there a very long time ago so it isn´t like they really are imprisoned they can leave when they want but just never really feel like but he also has a hunch that they might not be able to get out on their own and are to prideful to ask for help, he knows how they are and it is a very likely possibility

at least they are halfway harmless and only kill if they have to… or just for fun but at least it´s people that bothered them usually they said it´s boring otherwise at least that wasn´t the worst thing he ever saw them do was letting some rats into the Castle

he was ready to murder them when he found out, after he got down from the table that is… the fact they were laughing just made everything worse

“what´s with the long face? you aren´t thinking about that day are you, I already said it wasn´t on purpose” he doesn´t even have to look at them to know they are lying, they perfect the art of lying without giving it away “you are lying, I can´t prove it but I just know it” he was glaring at them and they just shrugged

“you do realize this is a pretty big maze and that Henry1.0 and I can´t cover everything?” he started to glare at them and now they got nervous, he might love them but all of that stops when they let such... things into the Castle

“well you and Henry did always get all of them so I find it hard to believe you would miss it on the one day I was near the maze”

“well if you think it´s so easy we could gladly switch how about this?” he began to shudder just imagining what Horrors he would face if he were to spend a day down there “no I think I should be the one looking after Diavolo your…” he had trouble coming up with something but then said the first thing he could think about “your a horrible influence towards him and should no be allowed near him”

“you asked me to make sure Diavolo doesn´t get into trouble plenty of times and left me alone with him too this is something we both know” they gave him a smug look “unless you refuse to admit your scared in case you could see some mi-”

“don´t finish that sentence!” he just got a laugh out of them “man I always love when I remember that the terrifying Barbatos is always scared of some simple and harmless Rodents” if looks could kill, which is a thing they can sometimes do just not in this situation, they would drop dead and be reduced to a tiny pile of ash which he would gladly sweep up and throw in the trash, being mean to him strips them of their privileges his love gets them

he cleared his throat “I mean… I already gave you multiple lists regarding the reasons why I do not want them in the Castle and I would appreciate it if you would respect my preferences” they just slung and arm over his shoulders and nuzzled their bovine face close to his “you sir are a scaredy Cat” Barbatos just had top use up all of his self control to not throw them in the nearest wall for their blatant disregard to his worries

“I think you like to also forget I would not hesitate to forcefully remove you from the premise”

they gave him a little kiss “nah you would lose one of your most important exterminators”

“the choices are between a snake and you and it´s pretty bold of you to claim you are better than the snake”

“hey hey hey we both know Henry prefers Demon more than a tiny ass Mouse so it isn´t to far fetched to think I´m better than him”

he also gave them a kiss before removing their arm from his shoulder “the snake is better than you and we both know it” they didn´t say anything more which just made him enjoy their pout and slow removal from him even more

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfiction #obey me fic #obey me fanfic #obey me barbatos x mc #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos

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cabin-3-counselor · 8 months

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i've risen from my slumber for the biggest event of the year (personal opinion)

Perseus 'Percy' Jackson's Birthday

so here follows a incomplete speedrun of his achievements throughout his years as a demigod, Son of Poseidon

Percy at the age of 12 had already gone through 6 schools in six years because of accidents, related to his immortal side, that lead to many explosions in and of said schools

He controlled water to almost choke a class mate that was bullying his best friend, Grover Underwood, at 12

He fought off a Fury at 12

He killed the Minotaur at 12

He killed the Medusa at 12

He sent the head of Medusa to Mount Olympus

He killed a Chimera at 12

He out smarted and killed Procrustes at 12

He went to the Underworld to rescue his mother's soul and prove that he did not steal Zeus's Master Bolt

He survived the trip to the Underworld

He fought the manifestation of Terror in War, The God Ares, and won (he got one hit and Ares got too embarrassed so he ditched the fight)

He and his mother, used the head of Medusa to kill his stepfather, and after turning him into stone, sold his frozen corpse so they could get a better apartment and so that Sally could finally finance her college degree

He managed to fight off Luke Castellan and the venom from Orion's Scorpion so he could get to a river and be brought back to Camp Half-blood

Percy, at the age of 13 got into a new school and befriended a new outcast there, later on, said outcast, is revealed to be a monster whose race is considered particularly dangerous for demigods, but Tyson, said friend, turns out to be the sweetest cyclop to ever walk the planet

He fought a group of gigants at this new school with Tyson's help (in Portuguese, one of the gigants is called Zé Mané, which is the best piece of translation in a book I have ever seen)

He fought the Khalkotauroi, Colchis Bulls, right after fighting the cannibal giants, at Camp Half-blood's hill

This isn't much of a achievement but well he also did realise that Poseidon had other children and that Tyson, a monster, was one of them

He ventured the Sea of Monsters at 13

He saved Annabeth from the siren's songs at 13

He fought the cyclop Polyphemus, another half brother of his, at 13

He fought Luke Castellan, again, and won, again

He was in the mission, and a crucial player in said mission, to retrieve the Golden Fleece, that not only made the Pine Tree heal, but also brought Thalia back from the comatose/half dead state

He helped Groved in mission to rescue two demigods, children of Hades, at 14

He fought the Lion of Nemea at 14

Battled Talos, but eventually, Bianca Di'angelo, Daughter of Hades, Huntress of Artemis, was the one who actually destroyed Talos, it costed her life

He fought Atlas, the Titan sentenced to hold up the Sky (Ouranos) for all eternity, to ensure he never laid nor hurt Gaea (the Earth) again

He, for a brief moment, also held up the sky

With Annabeth, at age 15, he discovered one of the many entrances to Daedalus's Labyrinth

They, Annabeth, Grover, Percy and Tyson, faced the minor god Janus in a mission in the Labyrinth

They meet Briarea, the Hundred Handed One (personally, one of my favourite moments)

Cleaned Geryon's stables, without a Nymph's help (looking at you Herakles)

This one, this one isn't Percy's, but I need to mention Annabeth outwitting the Sphinx when they were on their way to Hephaestus

Percy and Annabeth go to Mount St. Helens, to aid Hephaestus, they battle the telekhines

PERCY GETS KISSED BY ANNABETH CHASE

Which leads to him blowing up Mount St. Helens and surviving it, at age 15

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When he comes back, Annabeth tries one last a expedition to the middle of the Labyrinth, there they end up in Antaeus gladiatoral fights

Percy at age 15 fights his half-brother, a giant, Anaetus, and wins (for anyone keeping score this is two fights now, against giants that Percy won WITHOUT the help of the gods, so either he is that powerful or rick contradicts himself in HoO, I prefer the first option cause I am completely biased)

They meet Pan, and before the God of the Wild dies, he gets blessed by him

Percy becomes a proud father of a demon dog, Mrs. O'Leary

Still at 15 Percy becomes the main general (for lack of better title) of the Camp Half-blood's army in the Battle of Manhattan

He blows up, with the help of Charlie Beckendorf, the Princess Andromeda, a ship used by Kronos and his army

At age of 15, Percy is taken to the Underworld, by Nico Di'Angelo, so that he can go to the River Styx and get to himself the Curse Achilles had

He gets offered the Pandora's Box and refuses it

He makes a deal with the entities of the Rivers Hudson and East to aid Camp's forces and drown Kronos's ships

Percy thought off Kronos, possessing Luke's body in Mount Olympus, and won

He was offered immortality, godhood, and refused it, in it's place he basically demanded the gods to pay child support

At age of 16 he ended the Second Titanomachy War

Percy helps Cater Kane, an Egyptian Magician in a fight against an Egyptian monster

At the same age he got kidnapped by Hera and stayed hidden away for an entire year untill the second great prophecy was ready to take it's course

At age 17 Percy, is sent to Camp Jupiter, by the wolf Lupa, Hera tried to take away his memories, but he remembers Annabeth

He fought off Medusa's sisters, the Gorgons Stheno and Euryale

He even without memory, knows he has beef with Ares/Mars when Mars appears at Camp Jupiter to send his son, Frank Zhang into a quest to release the God of Death, Thanatos

He defeats the karpoi with Frank

Percy fights another half sibling of his, it's a worrying trend

He helps retrieve the pride of the Twelfth Legion in the process of freeing Thanatos

He survives the fall off of a glacier

When they go back to Camp Jupiter, Percy with his memories now intact, he challenges the giant Polybotes to a duel, and now the ridicule rule lf "only a joint effort of a demigod and a god can defeat a giant", and he call upon Terminus, and wins

Still at 17 (my poor boy can't catch a break, I swear to god), he joins the Argo II crew and it becomes official that he is again, a important part of a second great prophecy

Percy almost killed Jason when possesed by Eidolons (it is my truth, jason trained his whole life and his abilities match percy's who barely trained half of the summers he was at camp since he was twelve)

"You dropped this" scene, no explanation needed, not only peak romance but also peak awareness of danger all the time

Percy knocks out Herakles

He outwits Chrysaor by impling that Dionysius is the real captain of the Argo II and that he would show up if the crew didn't complete their task

Percy falls into Tartarus with Annabeth

At Tartarus Percy controls the River Cocytus

Five minutes later he kills Arachne

He battles against the Empousai for like the third time since he was 14

Percy gets almost deadly hurt by killing the Arai, manifestations of the last curses some gives and in my boy's case. . . . he had many curses addressed to him

PERCY CHOKED THE GODDESS OF MISERY, AKHLYS, WITH HER OWN POISON. HE CONTROLLED THE POISO AND MOST CERTAINLY HER TO CHOKE ON IT (unofficially proof that he can bloodbend - like Katara - and control other liquids)

He and Annabeth outwit Nyx, Goddess Night

They fight Tartarus, God of the Pit (Hell)

He and Leo make Nike go bonkers

He is well . . . He is in the battle to stop Gaea and they win

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