read this thread. this is by far the most concise explanation of a lot of different issues that i’ve seen in fandom spaces in a while. cosigning both the linked thread and the thread about aus/uk/can law that’s linked in-thread.
If someone has never taken a class that includes copyright law, they may not know this stuff, so I don’t necessarily blame random people for not knowing what copyright is, but like… maybe just maybe it’s something that should be taught????
Just another reminder, because this always drives me crazy, but even if monetizing your fic was 100% unambiguously legal and protected, AO3 would still not let you do it because AO3 was founded and is supported by people like me who want a fandom community that is completely divested from making money off of fic.
Yes, this. Lots of fanworks on AO3 are unambiguously legal. Fics based on Shakespeare plays and fairy tales and Greek mythology and The Great Gatsby and your original character from your D&D game are not violations of copyright, because no copyright applies to those things.
AO3 still doesn’t let you monetize those things on the site, because we don’t want the site to be commercial! Because that’s not what it’s for!
It’s not there for you (generic you) to make money off the efforts of the people who build and maintain the site for free! We aren’t getting paid for the work we do to give you a nice site to use, just like you aren’t getting paid for the work you do to create whatever art you share there. Because fandom is supposed to be a community where we share with each other, and therefore we all benefit.
The deal is, we give you a free, stable, safe platform to host your works. In exchange, you get a site that isn’t covered in ads and tip jars and links to gofundme and “read the next chapter at my patreon”. You get one goddamn place on the internet that isn’t trying to make money off you. And we will defend that space and keep it non-commercial.
If you want to make money off your fics, you can instead post them somewhere like royal Road. “Oh, but Royal Road’s culture is so much more negative and stressful and lacks the supportive norms of AO3!” Yeah, because people are trying to make money there. Half the userbase is treating it as a storefront and hustling is the natural social consequence of that. AO3’s culture can only exist because it’s not commercial.
I love it when fan fiction writers are like: “ah shit, this was meant to be one part but I started writing it and now it has to be three”. Like the fanfic is happening to them and not being created by them.
Relationships: Sadie Kane & Felix Philip, Carter Kane & Sadie Kane, Jasmine "Jaz" Anderson & Sadie Kane, Sadie Kane & Zia Rashid, Sadie Kane/Walt Stone, Brooklyn House (Kane Chronicles) - Relationship, Ankle-Biters (Kane Chronicles) & Sadie Kane, Sadie Kane & Shelby (Kane Chronicles)
Characters: Sadie Kane, Felix Philip, Zia Rashid, Jasmine "Jaz" Anderson, Walt Stone, Carter Kane, Shelby (Kane Chronicles), Ankle-Biters (Kane Chronicles)
Additional Tags: Brooklyn House (Kane Chronicles), Sadie Kane-Centric, Sadie Kane Has ADHD, Card Games, UNO (Card Game), Domestic Fluff, Found Family, Brooklyn House is basically one giant family you can fight me on this, Injury Recovery, Good Sibling Carter Kane, Family Fluff, Fluff
Series: Riordanverse Disability Week 2026
Word Count: 2,048
Sadie messed up her ankle somehow, she wasn't sure exactly how but she had, and now she had to wait for Walt so they could hang but because her ankle was messed up waiting meant sitting still in the living room which was driving her insane, but luckily for her all the younger initiates of Brooklyn House viewed her as an older sister so she had a whole gaggle of honorary younger siblings to keep her distracted while she waited for Walt to be done studying with Carter and Jaz.
(Day 5 (July 16th 2026) of PJO Disability Week 2026:
prompt: Family)
Fic snippet under the cut
(fic for day 5 of @pjo-disability-week / dividers by @uzmacchiato )
Sadie didn't know how she messed up her ankle, there were lots of instances where the injury could have come from but she wasn't sure what exactly. Maybe she stepped weird going down the stairs, maybe she moved wrong during training. She wasn't sure all she knew was that walking hurt like hell because her ankle felt like it was breaking every time she stepped on it.
Jaz said she had something called hypermobility; her joints were extra bendy but that also meant they could bend out of place. She knew she was bendy she had taken gymnastics for a few years as a kid but had gotten injured by too much, her bones always seem to twist out of place, so her grandparents took her out turns out she wasn't just a clumsy and silly kid, there was an actual medical term for it, take that Gran.
But now, as she sat on her chair in the living room, waiting for Walt to be done doing a little study session with Jaz and Carter so they could hang out, she felt like she was going insane, she couldn't move, well she could but walking hurt too much but Gods, if she had to sit still for one more minute she was going to implode.
She stood up wincing a little from the pain but it wasn't that bad, that was a lie it hurt like hell but she could deal with it, she'd saved the world, she could handle it.
“You're not supposed to be standing up.” She turned to Felix, the blonde boy was wearing a penguin jumper of all things, because of course he was. He was staring at her, she hadn't even noticed him sneak up on her, how long had he been sitting and drawing at the table behind her?
“I feel fine,” She assured him, Felix was a sweet kid but she did not want him telling Carter she was using her messed up ankle because she was pretty Carter told all the other initiates to tell him if she was because he was “worried about her” and “didn't want her to get more hurt” and all those other annoying older brother concerns he had.
“Carter told me to get him or Zia or Walt if you stood up.” Dammit Carter.
She would never admit this to him out loud but a part of her enjoyed that he would worry about her so much, Gran and Gramps had worried about her, of course, but most of the time it was because she was causing problems or doing something wrong, and their dad had worried about her but he was never around. It felt weirdly nice to be worried over, but she would never tell Carter any of this unless it was a life or death situation, obviously, goodness knows the boy did not need more encouragement to be a protective older brother but it did feel nice to know someone always had her back, even if it was annoying sometimes.
“I feel like I'm fine, really,” she promised, trying to stand in a way so as to put as little pressure as was possible on her bad ankle without making it too obvious to Felix. She knew the kid was worried about her and it was sweet. She wondered if this is how Carter felt when she pestered him about him getting hurt, she wondered if this is what it was like to be an older sibling.
But, as sweet, as Felix’s concerned was, if she had to sit in that chair doing nothing but sitting with her own thoughts any longer she was going to start ripping her hair out. She was not built to sit still and the fact that she got injured easily and took longer to heal seemed to be some fucked up punishment when combined with her ADHD.
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply (technically)
Warnings: Self-harm (semi-graphic), Character has a meltdown, Character wishes he could remove his skin
Category: Gen
Relationships: Jason Grace & Leo Valdez
Characters: Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, mentioned Gleeson Hedge, Mentioned Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Mentioned Dakota (Percy Jackson)
Additional Tags: Autistic Jason Grace, Autistic Meltdown, Self-Harm, PJO Disability Week 2026 (Percy Jackson), Best Friends, Friendship, Jason Grace Needs a Hug, Jason Grace-centric, Sensory Overload, Jason Grace Has Issues, Jason Grace Has Sensory Issues, Leo Valdez Has ADHD, Jason Grace & Leo Valdez Friendship
Series: Riordanverse Disability Week 2026, Coach Hedge is not getting paid enough for this
Word Count: 2,062
Jason was not having a very good day. He had gotten bitten by a bug in his sleep last night, a spider apparently, according to Coach Hedge; not poisonous but irritating as hell, he could feel the bites rubbing against his shirt and it was driving him insane.
And speaking of his shirt, his awful wretched shirt, he had by accident grabbed the only shirt that didn't have the tag on the neck cut off, so not only was his shirt irritating the bug bites on his back he also had a tag on his neck driving him insane.
…
Jason was not going to scream or pull his hair out or electrocute this boat. He's a Roman soldier. Roman soldiers are well behaved and Roman soldiers did not scream because they could feel shirt tags on the back of their neck and bug bites on their back.
(Day 4 (July 15th 2026) of PJO Disability Week 2026:
prompt: Best Friends/Shutdown)
Fic snippet under the cut (TW: self-harm in snippet)
(fic for day 4 of @pjo-disability-week / dividers by @uzmacchiato )
Jason was not having a very good day. He had gotten bitten by a bug in his sleep last night, a spider apparently according to Coach Hedge; not poisonous but irritating as hell, he could feel the bites rubbing against his shirt and it was driving him insane.
And speaking of his shirt, his awful wretched shirt, he had by accident grabbed the only shirt that didn't have the tag on the neck cut off, so not only was his shirt irritating the bug bites on his back he also had a tag on his neck driving him insane.
A part of him wished being skinned alive didn't hurt and wouldn't kill him because Gods what he wouldn't give to not have skin right now because he could feel all of his skin and he needed it off right now.
Leo, his dear beloved friend whom he loved very much and was not going to scream at or electrocute, would not stop tapping things with his utensils as they ate breakfast. It was already bad enough that there were the sounds of people eating breakfast and Leo was not helping.
Jason was not going to scream or pull his hair out or electrocute this boat. He's a Roman soldier. Roman soldiers are well behaved and Roman soldiers did not scream because they could feel shirt tags on the back of their neck and bug bites on their back.
He got up and simply just left the dining room, not even bothering to finish his breakfast or say anything, he needed to leave that room, he needed quiet.
He was zoned out for most of the walk to his room, trying to focus on anything but the fact that he could feel his skin and the bug bites and the tag on his neck.
The minute he was alone in his room he immediately took the shirt off and threw it at the wall. His whole body felt tense. He felt like he was hyperventilating, He might have been he wasn't sure, he felt like he couldn't breathe but was also breathing too much but also not breathing enough but also breathing too much.
Everything was too much and he needed to do something, he needed to do something to get this energy out,
everything was too much,
everything was too much,
everything was too much-
He didn't realize he was biting his arm until he felt his teeth start to sink deeper into his flesh and the bruise starting to form, he hadn't done that since he was a kid. Anytime this overwhelmed hit him before he would be able to train or attack things or just throw things but there wasn't anything to throw or attack or to train with like that on the Argo II. Nothing he could completely destroy without upsetting Leo, and potentially the others.
He carefully pried his mouth away from his own arm. There was a bruise already starting to form; red and ugly and angry, the indents of his own teeth deep in his arm, luckily he had managed to not break skin. Before, when he was little and used to do this used to do this more, he would just wear a long sleeve shirt after getting it bandaged up by the medics but the idea of putting on another shirt sounded like hell, the bug bites still itched but he was refusing to scratch at them, it seemed almost funny to him; he would bite his own arm till it bruised but he wouldn't scratch at bug bites. His logic seem to flawed even to himself but his brain still felt too overwhelmed to actually process anything.
He wanted to cry and curl up, he missed when he was small and could curl up on the older legionnaires. Being raised in the legion wasn't great, being branded at four definitely sucked, but he always had someone to turn to, someone to comfort him, he had been to legion's baby even when he was no longer the youngest kid.
New Fic: I'm so sorry that you have to have a body
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Riordanverse)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Warnings: vomiting (mentioned(non-graphic)), mild self hatred, talks of hysterectomy, character is on her period(non-graphic)
Category: F/M, Gen
Relationships: Clarisse La Rue/Chris Rodriguez, Silena Beauregard/Charles Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard & Clarisse la Rue, Silena Beauregard & Charles Beckendorf & Clarisse La Rue & Chris Rodriguez, Queerplatonic Silena Beauregard/Clarisse La Rue (in my heart they're besties who kiss sometimes)
Characters: Clarisse La Rue, Chris Rodriguez, Silena Beauregard, Charles Beckendorf, Nyssa Barrera, Will Solace, Harley (Percy Jackson)
Additional Tags: Soft Clarisse La Rue, Clarisse La Rue-centric, Clarisse La Rue Needs a Hug, Endometriosis, Menstruation, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Silena Beauregard Lives, Charles Beckendorf Lives, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Hatred, internalized ableism, Aromantic Silena Beauregard (not important to the fic but important to ME), Chronic Pain, Chronic Illness, Clarisse La Rue has Chronic Pain, Clarisse La Rue has Endometriosis, Cuddling & Snuggling, PJO Disability Week 2026 (Percy Jackson)
Series: Riordanverse Disability Week 2026
Word Count: 1,561
I'm so sorry that you have to have a body, oh yeah
I'm very sorry that you have to have a body
One that will hurt you and be the subject of so much of your fear
Clarisse wasn't hurt, she had no injuries, she was just sore. That's what Will said anyway and she wasn't about to argue about medical things with the one medic son of Apollo they had left. But gods, she hurt.
She felt sore and her bones felt heavy and she felt too tense and too loose and she felt exhausted.
“Clarisse?” Chris, her boyfriend whom she loved dearly, called her name and like the good and loving girlfriend she was she flipped him off without even turning to look at him.
It will betray you
Be used against you
Then it will fail on you, my dear
(fic for day 3 of @pjo-disability-week / dividers by @uzmacchiato )
Clarisse wasn't hurt, she had no injuries, she was just sore. That's what Will said anyway and she wasn't about to argue about medical things with the one medic son of Apollo they had left. But gods, she hurt.
She felt sore and her bones felt heavy and she felt too tense and too loose and she felt exhausted.
“Clarisse?” Chris, her boyfriend whom she loved dearly, called her name and like the good and loving girlfriend she was she flipped him off without even turning to look at him.
“So mature,” he teased, coming over to sit next to her on her bed, where she lay face down and under her blankets. She just whined.
“Want me to get Will?” He rubbed her back soothingly, making her melt into the bed.
“‘M not hurt, ‘m just being a little bitch,” she explained and Chris tsked, he hated when she would say things like that, hated when she would insult herself because she was injured or in pain.
“Is one of the injuries acting up again?”
“if you start on that ‘sports injuries can cause chronic pain and technically capture the flag is a sport’ nonsense I will punt you out of this cabin injuries- hypothetical injuries be damned.”
“Fine, fine.” he rolled his eyes and paused for a moment “if one of your injuries- ow!” he whined when she smacked his arm. “Sorry, if one of your hypothetical injuries was acting up, what would you want me to do to help?”
“Ambrosia?” she glanced at him, trying to give puppy eyes.
“Does Ambrosia actually help when you hurt like this?”
She looked away burying her face back in her pillows and mumbled “… no.”
“I bet we could get Silena to convince Beckendorf to let all of us watch something in his room and just hang out, if you want," he suggested while running one of his hands through her hair, which was incredibly unfair to her because how the hell was she meant to think enough to answer when he was doing that?
“Just me, you, Silena, an’ Beckendorf?” she asked, leaning into his touch.
“yeah, just us,” he promised.
Clarisse just whined “everything hurts, I have no clue why.. wait.” She paused for a moment and lifted her head to look at the calendar and then immediately shoved her head back in her pillows and groaned. “Nevermind I know why.”
“Why?”
“I'm bleeding out.”
“You're bleeding ou- oh, your period” he sighed, trying to will his heart rate to return to normal. “You know you could phrase that in a way where it doesn't make it sound like you're dying.”
“Tell that to my uterus ‘cause it seems to think I’m fucking dying by the way it's makin’ me feel,” she grumbled.
New Fic: Becoming the host for a God does not, in fact, fix all your problems (or Walt gets forearm crutches)
Fandom: The Kane Chronicles (Riordanverse)
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Warnings: lots of mentions of past terminal illness/a character previously basically being on death's doorstep (non-graphic)
Category: multi(F/M/M), F/M
Relationships: Sadie Kane/Walt Stone, Anubis/Sadie Kane/Walt Stone, Jasmine "Jaz" Anderson & Walt Stone
Characters: Walt Stone, Walt Stone | Anubis, Anubis (Kane Chronicles), Sadie Kane, Jasmine "Jaz" Anderson, Zia Rashid, mentioned Carter Kane
Additional Tags: Multiplicity/Plurality (Kind Of), Chronic Pain, Chronic Illness, Walt Stone has Chronic Pain, Canon Disabled Character, Mobility Aids, Walt Stone Uses Mobility Aids, PJO Disability Week, Jasmine "Jaz" Anderson & Walt Stone Friendship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Brooklyn House (Kane Chronicles)
Series: Riordanverse Disability Week 2026
Word Count: 2,613
One would assume joining with the god of death to stop a centuries Old family bloodline curse that caused constant excruciating pain would mean no more constant excruciating pain and yet Walt Stone was learning the hard way that although he could exert himself more when it came to magic now that he was Anubis' host the consequences would still suck.
(Day 2 (July 13th 2026) of PJO Disability Week 2026:
prompt: Mobility Aid)
Fic snippet under the cut
(A/N this is the actual fic and everything should be linked properly this time (I am never editing Tumblr drafts on my phone ever again))
(fic for day 2 of @pjo-disability-week / dividers by @uzmacchiato )
One would assume joining with the god of death to stop a centuries Old family bloodline curse that caused constant excruciating pain would mean no more constant excruciating pain and yet Walt Stone was learning the hard way that although he could exert himself more when it came to magic now that he was Anubis' host the consequences would still suck.
Which got him here; curled up in bed, with all the lights off, in pain, hugging the stupid stuffed animal Sadie had gotten him at a carnival they went to, she had absolutely used magic to cheat the game but he didn't really mind that much, it was soft and when he was in pain it gave him something to squeeze.
He wanted to get up and be helpful, there were classes he was supposed to be attending but luckily the older kids were in significantly less strict and structured classes by the instructors from the first Nome (especially the well-behaving older kids) so he could get away with it. Though he was pretty sure Jaz had also told the teachers about his condition.
She was the only person who hadn't assumed it magically went away when he joined with Anubis. But then again she had been the only person who had seen how bad it was most of the time, she was the main healer at Brooklyn House and the only person he talked to about it before Sadie and Carter found out, of course she would know that it wouldn’t magically disappear, she put her whole life into studying curses and magical medicine.
Anubis was attempting to comfort him, offering soft apologies and promises to not let Walt push himself so far in the future whispered in his mind but they all felt a bit meaningless, the god was supposed to fix the problem and he did for the most part, just not completely and that ‘not completely’ felt very apparent at the moment.
There was a knock at his door, he hoped it was Sadie, he knew it probably wouldn't be, or if it was she was either skipping class or there was a problem but still he hoped it was Sadie. “Come in,” He mumbled, lifting his head just a bit to look at the girl in the door.
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Riordanverse)
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Warnings: vomiting (mentioned/described(semi-graphic)), mild self hatred, disordered eating [partly because of a stomach ulcer but still] (mentioned/described(non-graphic)), side characters getting injured (non-graphic)
Category: M/M
Relationships: Nico di Angelo/Will Solace
Characters: Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, Mentioned Austin Lake, Minor Original Character(s), Mentioned Kayla Knowles
Additional Tags: PJO Disability Week, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Nico di Angelo and Will Solace are Cute, Implied/Referenced Eating Disorders (Kind Of), Abandonment Issues, Nico di Angelo Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Nico di Angelo Has Issues, Nico di Angelo Has Abandonment Issues, Established Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Autistic Nico di Angelo, Doctor Will Solace, Anxious Will Solace, Nico di Angelo Has Chronic Pain, Fluff, Nico di Angelo/Will Solace Fluff
Series: Riordanverse Disability Week 2026
Word Count: 2,230
Nico was fine, or so he insisted to Will who was insisting he stay in the Infirmary.
So what if he had been a little stressed out and it made him throw up, and so what if there may or may not have been a little bit of blood in that throw up. He was fine, his stomach didn't hurt that bad. But nooo Will was going to be sweet and concerned about it.
Nico knew people didn't normally throw up blood unless they were dying but he wasn't dying but he felt fine, he had been anxious but he was always anxious that came with PTSD. He didn't even know why he was so nervous, he just was, his body felt like it was ready to jump into action at any minute and he didn't know why.
(fic for day 1 of @pjo-disability-week / dividers by @uzmacchiato)
Nico was fine, or so he insisted to Will who was insisting he stay in the Infirmary.
So what if he had been a little stressed out and it made him throw up, and so what if there may or may not have been a little bit of blood in that throw up. He was fine, his stomach didn't hurt that bad. But nooo Will was going to be sweet and concerned about it.
Nico knew people didn't normally throw up blood unless they were dying but he wasn't dying but he felt fine, he had been anxious but he was always anxious that came with PTSD. He didn't even know why he was so nervous, he just was, his body felt like it was ready to jump into action at any minute and he didn't know why.
He had also realized he was noticing things that most people didn't notice; someone started breathing differently and his heart started racing, his mind screaming ‘they were mad at him’ when all they had done was sigh but his heart and his mind took it as a threat, took it as proof that he was going to get kicked out and abandoned again.
He didn't mean to do it, he didn't want to have these thoughts, didn't want to be panicking like this, didn't want to take every gesture as a threat, every sigh as proof he didn't belong, every glance that lasted a little too long is proof they knew there was something wrong with him.
But they did know, they knew he was gay, they knew he was a son of Hades, they knew so much about him and they didn't care, not in the way people don't care cruelly but they didn't care because he was Nico and they liked Nico.
But his mind couldn't seem to accept that, his mind couldn't seem to accept anything good ever. So now he was sitting in the Infirmary, in a chair because he refused to sit in a bed as he wasn't actually injured, watching will work offering to help and being declined.
“Will, I'm fine” Nico insisted, spinning Will's rolly chair in semi circles. He refused to take a bed in the infirmary as he had no real injury and Will had already given him ambrosia but Will was insisting he at least sit in the infirmary just in case so to be a bit petty (and in a half-hearted attempt attempt to get himself kicked out so Will would stop stressing over him) he decided to steal Will's chair because it was the only one with wheels and he liked spinning in it.
“You threw a blood that is not fine Neeks,” Will insisted, organizing the new medications he had just received from Chiron.
“It was only a little bit and you gave me ambrosia so that probably fixed whatever problem it was.”
“Still it was blood.”
“My stomach doesn't even hurt that much anymore.”
“Which is the concerning part because it shouldn't be hurting at all anymore, I gave you Ambrosia, and because I can't tell why you threw up, what did it feel like?” Will had already asked that question about three times and Nico had always given him the same answer ‘it felt like throwing up’ because how else do you describe throwing up?
He could describe it graphically but that felt weirdly too personal, like a part of his soul he didn't want to bear; he could describe the way it made his eyes burn, the way it made him feel like his throat was closing up, the way his nose became stuffy and he could barely breathe but he was pretty sure throwing up covered all of that and he didn't want to give the graphic details, didn't want to think about it more than he had to.
New Fic: The only time I ever see her is when she's behind me in the mirror
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/F
Relationships: Thalia Grace/Zoë Nightshade
Characters: Thalia Grace, Zoë Nightshade, Bianca di Angelo, The Hunters of Artemis (Percy Jackson)
Additional Tags: Thalia Grace Needs a Hug, Thalia Grace-centric, Minor Past Luke Castellan/Thalia Grace, Mentioned Jason Grace, Mentioned Nico di Angelo, Mentioned Annabeth Chase, Mentioned Luke Castellan, Survivor Guilt, Guilt, Grief/Mourning, Hallucinations, Sleep Deprivation, Dreams and Nightmares, Ghosts, Hunters of Artemis (Percy Jackson), Post-The Titan's Curse (Percy Jackson), Pre-The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson), Angst, Angst with a Bittersweet Ending,
Series: Riordanverse Sapphic Summer
Word Count: 2,206
The only time I ever see her
Is when she's behind me in the mirror
Zoё Nightshade stood before her, shimmering and made out of stars, a constellation made into a real person. Thalia couldn't tell how she knew it was both but it was both, dream logic she supposed or maybe magic logic, they seemed to work by the same nonsense.
Zoё simply repeated the last thing she'd ever said to Thalia “I am sorry we argued. We could have been sisters.”
Thalia rambled, she hadn't a clue what she was saying but she felt her mouth moving, felt words tumbling out of her, apologies, begging; pathetic and lonely and wanting so much for Zoё to come back.
She was a hallucination or a dream and Thalia knew that but she wanted, wanted so badly for Zoё to came back, for this dream to be real.
Even from a distance I can hear her
Try to listen, but her whispers make my ears hurt
Fic snippet under the cut
(also fic for week 5 of @sapphic-summer-riordanverse / dividers by @uzmacchiato )
Thalia had horrible nightmares, every demigod did; it came with the territory. But lately her dreams had been different.
She had joined the Hunters, passed the prophecy on to Percy because she couldn't do it, she was too scared. She felt bad but they had two more years with Percy being the child of the prophecy, plenty more time to figure out a plan and she just couldn't do it.
Her dreams had not been about Jason or Luke or Annabeth, about how she had failed them, as they tended to be before Camp Half Blood and even after she came back from being a tree; Annabeth all grown up, Luke turned evil, and Jason still gone, never to return.
Her dreams had been about Zoё Nightshade, her dreams had been turning into waking nightmares as of late. She hadn't been able to sleep but still the dreams haunted her; she would see Zoё, hear her laugh, but never directly, never right in front of her face, always in the corner of her eye, always just out of reach but she saw her.
She felt like she's going crazy, maybe she was going crazy; sleep deprivation does that to a person but she was Artemis' Lieutenant now, she couldn't go insane, she couldn't have hallucinations about the girl who had been her last lieutenant, about the girl whose head she had cradled in her lap as she died. “I see the stars my lady” she had hated that line. She hated the stars, hated the constellation that now held Zoё, she even hated Artemis a little bit, hated Atlas, hated her own father, Zeus, hated Ladon the Dragon. There was so much anger and hurt inside of her. So much hate.
Zoё Nightshade had died and for what? Because some stupid mummy of an oracle had said she was going to? She lived for millennia, what kind of an end was that? A dragon that she had grown up with and her own father killing her? That was no end for a girl like Zoё and yet it had been hers.
Thalia didn't remember why she was in the woods but she was sure this wasn't a dream because she felt her eyes twitching, it was driving her crazy but it wouldn't stop, it didn't do that in her sleep. That's why it was twitching, lack of sleep, how long had she been up now? The hallucinations had started a while ago, she blamed it on she on hearing noises in the woods or seeing things at the corner of her eye but the other Hunters knew something was wrong she could tell, the pity in their eyes made it worse. She wasn't crazy. She wasn't, just sleep deprived, maybe she was going crazy from sleep deprivation but she wasn't crazy yet.
She didn't remember why she came into the woods, she knew the camp was behind her, a memory of being nine and running into the woods screaming her head off looking for Jason flashed through her mind. She could almost see herself; nine years old, still in her school clothes, backpack still on, screaming her brother's name until her voice went hoarse and a thunderstorm started, her father had had to drag her back home, she was kicking and screaming the whole, she didn't stop screaming until her voice died, and then she ran away. Jason was gone, she no longer had a reason to stay there.
She lost her brother but then she found Luke, a new brother- no maybe something more: a friend, maybe something more than even that but someone. Then they had found Annabeth, that sweet little girl who would only have been a year older than Jason, so small just like her little brother had been and she had decided then and there she would save this kid. She couldn't have saved her brother but maybe she could save this kid. They were on the run for months and then they finally made it to Camp, finally safe because Gods damn everyone she was not letting Annabeth die like Jason had and then she became a tree, her father had turned her to one, ‘mercy’ was what he called it.
And then she came back after seven years, she hadn’t aged right, she became a tree at twelve but technically she should have been nineteen but apparently she was about to turn sixteen and then she froze herself so she would never turn sixteen. Annabeth had grown up, didn't need her anymore, and Luke was..
Oh Luke, the three of them had been a little family, he said he would do anything to protect his family, had promised he would do anything to protect his family and what did that get them.
Her eye was still twitching she was driving her insane, she went to rub at it and her hand came away wet, when it started crying?
She slumped against a tree she knew she should sleep, she should go back to camp and pass out in a bedroll and pray for good dreams, pray for anything but Zoё's face haunting her but she didn't get that.
She closed her eyes, letting sleep wash over her. Then her eyes opened again, she wasn't sure if this was a dream or not; it looked like the forest before except now there was a shimmering silver girl in front of her.
“Zoё,” she whispered. Her voice was hoarse, her throat hurt, she felt like she been scream sobbing for the past three hours, maybe she had, too delirious from sleep to even notice was she in a dream.
Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Sad Ending, Hurt No Comfort, Dancing, Hadestown References, Inspired by Hadestown, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Inspired by Orpheus and Eurydice (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore) (Kinda), Book 3: The Titan's Curse (Percy Jackson), Mentioned Bianca di Angelo, Mentioned Luke Castellan, Hunters of Artemis (Percy Jackson), Canonical Character Death, maybe in another universe, Mentioned Grover Underwood, Angst with a Bittersweet Ending
Series: Riordanverse Sapphic Summer, part 1 of With each love I cut loose, I was never the same
Word Count:
'Cause here’s the thing
To know how it ends
We know how this story ends, they don't get their happy ending, so why are you here? Why are you pretending they might? But these girls do not know they will not get their happy ending, all they know is this dance, clumsy and stumbling, soft and domestic in a way both of them will long for the rest of their lives, in a way that Thalia will find again, in a way Zoё will think about in her final moments.
And still begin to sing it again
As if it might turn out this time
(Week 4 (June 15th 2026) of Sapphic Summer Riordanverse 2026:
prompt: Maybe In Another Universe)
Fic snippet under the cut
(fic for week 4 of @sapphic-summer-riordanverse / dividers by @uzmacchiato )
Everyone else was asleep in their cars as they headed west on the Sun West Line car transport train. Zoё slipped out of the car where Bianca was fast asleep, she had no problems with the new Hunter, quite enjoyed her company in fact, but she needed some space. The only noise, other than the train itself, was music from the car Thalia was sitting in, Zoё headed over to turn off the music, assuming the daughter of Zeus was asleep. She wasn't.
“Gods damn it! Why the hell are you glitching?” Thalia grumbled as she fidgeted with the wires for the radio.
“Why art thou yelling at the Radio?”
“Just talk like a normal person! ‘why are you?’ and I'm yelling at it ‘cause it's being fucking stupid and not playing my music even though, I hotwired it to play my Gods damned music,” Thalia snapped obviously upset about more than just music.
“Thou seems very upset about thy music,” Zoё noted slipping into the Passenger seat of the car Thalia was in.
“The music isn't the fucking problem, Percy.. Percy's pissing me off, you’re pissing me off too with your stupid Shakespearean ass fuckin’..” She trailed off grumbling, then she sighed and continued at an audible volume “I'm tired, I'm just.. I’m tired” She said before burying her head in hands.
“Why art-” Zoё paused and quickly corrected herself “why are y-yoou upset with Percy?”
“He-” Thalia puffed her cheeks up like a chipmunk and exhaled “he mentioned that Annabeth wanted to join the hunters, and don't you start gloating, and it just.. I'm just thinking about the offer you made, I guess.”
“It is still an offer,” Zoё said not looking at her staring at the windshield at the Cars in front of them out of the corner price you could see thalia's head turn towards her.
“What? Seriously?” Thalia laughed at the end of the sentence like she couldn't believe Zoё would be telling the truth.
“Yes? Why wouldn't I be serious?” Zoё asked sounding a bit hurt at the fact Thalia would believe she would not be welcomed by the Hunters.
“‘Cause you don't like me? We argue like all the time,” Thalia explained, smiling despite herself.
“Yes, that is true.. however you have been betrayed by m-”
“Don't bring up Luke I'm I'm not I'm not on space for that” Thalia cut her off.
“Oh look it's playing music now” Zoё said, changing the topic to the radio.
“What in hades is this song?” Thalia turned her full attention to the radio.
“Seems like good music to dance to” Zoё said softly, not fulling think about the word as they left her mouth.
“Are.. are you asking me to dance?” Thalia asked glance at Zoё then the radio and back and forth.
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - The Magnus Archives Fusion, Prologue, Mentioned Iskandar (Kane Chronicles), Mentioned Julius Kane, Mentioned Zia Rashid, Mentioned Walt Stone, Mentioned Sadie Kane, Mentioned Amos Kane, Mentioned Ruby Kane
Series: TMA/Riordanverse AU
Word Count: 1,019
[CARTER]
Hello, my name is Carter Kane, I am a assistant or intern or, as my sister would call it, ‘a person breaking the child labor laws’ at the Brooklyn house Institute, it is one of 360-something institutes across the world that works together to archives and try to understand the paranormal and supernatural.
Fic snippet under the cut
(dividers by @uzmacchiato)
[Click]
[CARTER]
Oh great, there's extra papers alongside this statement uh um I don't know what to do with these.
Uh.
Oh right, my name! Introductions and all that so anyone using these tapes will know who I am, sorry Dad, these are going to be really disorganized when you come back.
Hello, my name is Carter Kane, I am a assistant or intern or, as my sister would call it, ‘a person breaking the child labor laws’ at the Brooklyn house Institute, it is one of 360-something institutes across the world that works together to archives and try to understand the paranormal and supernatural.
My father, Julius Kane, works here or did, we would travel a lot but I think he was doing work for this place during his travels, I'm not entirely sure though.
My father has gone missing so me and my sister, Sadie Kane, are under the guardianship of our uncle, Amos Kane, until he gets back.
And per our father's instructions me and Sadie are interning, assisting, helping at this institute in the archives. My father..
[He pauses]
His instructions made it seem like he knew this was going to happen, like he knew he would disappear.
[Some fabric rustling like he's fidgeting with his hands and sleeves]
I don't know what that means, he barely mentioned this place. I knew him and my mom worked here back when she was alive but I thought after she died and Sadie went to live with Gran and Gramps, he got a new job, I'm not sure why I'm here or what’s happening.
Um.
Uh.
[He laughs nervously]
Sorry, that was inappropriate. This is official archive material not- not my own personal little recorder, which I don't have Sadie if you're listening to this so shut up.
There are four kids including myself interning, assisting, whatever-ing here: me, Carter Kane, my sister, Sadie Kane, and two others; Zia Rashid and Walt Stone. Apparently there are more kids who inturn here but they’re off doing something but they’re all college students or late in high school, not 14, but I'm 14, why am I here?
Here are your 2026 prompts! Image IDs beneath the images. Enjoy, and I can't wait to see what you create.
I will be posting disability writing advice with the tag #disability writing advice, over the coming days until the event.
[Image ID: A blue poster with blue and yellow flowers advertising PJO Disability Week. In the center, there is the title, which reads "PJO Disability Week". Beneath that is a caption that says "Disable your Blorbos!", and the dates July 12-18. Around the poster, there are several phrases, which say "All Riordanverse works are welcome, including OCs!", "Open to all media types (except AI)", "Posting open until July 25th!", "Prompts out now!!", "On Tumblr @ pjo-disability-week" and "Run by @ imminentchaos on Tumblr". /.End ID]
[Image ID: The prompt list for PJO Disability Week 2026. The prompt list is on a yellow background, with yellow flowers. The prompt list reads "Day One, July 12th, Retaliation/Infirmary. Day Two, July 13th, Mobility Aid/Flashback. Day Three, July 14th, Freedom/Flare Up. Day Five, July 15th, Family/Beauty. Day 6, July 16th, Fantasy AU/Capture the Flag. Day 7, July 18th, Date Night/Free Space. /.End ID]
Relationships: Thalia Grace/Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Past Thalia Grace/Zoë Nightshade (Percy Jackson), Hemithea | Emmie/Josephine "Jo" (Percy Jackson), Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano & Leo Valdez
Characters: Thalia Grace (Percy Jackson), Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Leo Valdez, Josephine "Jo" (Percy Jackson), Hemithea | Emmie (Percy Jackson)
Additional Tags: Hunters of Artemis (Percy Jackson), The Waystation (Percy Jackson), Domestic, Siblings Leo Valdez and Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Dancing, Song: Work Song (Hozier), Songfic, Mentioned Jason Grace, Post-The Trials of Apollo, Post-The Tower of Nero (Trials of Apollo), Zoë Nightshade is haunting the narrative and Thalia, Mentioned Zoë Nightshade (Percy Jackson)
Series: Riordanverse Sapphic Summer, part 3 of With each love I cut loose, I was never the same
Word Count: 2,874
Here's the truest thing I've ever known
The heart is just a muscle with a rhythm all its own
Reyna could get used to this, to dancing and laughing with Thalia. A part of her hoped that maybe one day they would follow in Jo and Emmie's footsteps: leave the hunters, maybe even join the Waystation as permanent residents rather than guests.
But for now Reyna would be happy with just dancing with this girl with electric blue eyes and a heart that seemed all too open despite how closed off she tried to act.
It doesn't stop when you decide not to move on
The heart knows nothing of your love or of your loss
(Week 3 (June 8th 2026) of Sapphic Summer Riordanverse 2026:
prompt: I’ll Crawl Home To Her)
Fic snippet under the cut
(fic for week 3 of @sapphic-summer-riordanverse / dividers by @uzmacchiato )
It had been a long day. Of course, the Hunters of Artemis always had long days, the Hunt is never ending but today was a special type of long day, the type where exhaustion seeps into your bones, where your body may not be tired but your mind and soul are. Luckily they had been pretty close to the Waystation so Thalia had decided to let them rest for a bit.
But rest did not mean sit around and do nothing so the Hunters spread out to help around the house. All of them quite enjoyed helping around the Waystation, there was a type of domesticity to it that they rarely got, all of them quite enjoyed the Waystation in general, never having a permanent home could be hard sometimes but places like the Waystation and Cabin Eight at Camp Half Blood made the never ending travel, the endless hunt, feel a little less looming and endless.
Reyna and Thalia had agreed to help Jo, Emmie, and Leo with dinner. Well, more help Emmie and Leo as Jo was trying to fix an old record player to play music as they cooked, Leo had offered to help with it too about five million times but had gotten shoo-ed back to the kitchen each time as Jo had become quite stubborn about fixing it on her own.
Reyna noticed Leo had seemed to calm down quite a bit, at least compared to what she knew of him before, he was still fiery and loud but he had relaxed, as if some fear had been slowly drained from him now that he had a home.
“Ha-ha!” Jo laughed triumphantly “I knew I could get this old thing working!” Jo said as she gently slipped a record on to the player, setting the needle on the proper groove before heading to the kitchen as the song began, a soft humming with rhythmic claps.
Jo then gently pulled her wife away from her work in the kitchen to dance, Emmie protested for all of two seconds before happily dance with her wife. Reyna filled the spot Emmie had left as she hadn't been doing anything in particular and was happy to let the two older women dance.
She watched them dance, in awe of the gentle domestic moment before her. A part of her was sad she could never have that now that she was a hunter, she would never be able to grow old with someone now. She would never be able to grow old at all now.
“You know, they used to be Hunters.. I guess you really can find love anywhere” Leo said with a shrug, watching his adoptive moms dance with each other.
“What? Really?”
‘Boys workin' on empty. Is that the kinda way to face the burnin' heat?’
“Yeah.” Thalia nodded, “You didn't know that?”
“No, I just.. Why aren't they anymore?”
“Artemis isn’t fan of any type of romance, they left after they fell for each other.”
“Huh.” Reyna watched them with a new kind of awe, people really can find love anywhere. She couldn't help but steal a glance at Thalia.
