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Main blog is @basic-volk. I just needed somewhere to put all my fandom stuff: Percabeth Solangelo Jelsa Otayuri Hiccstrid Maleval Lamen. I occasionally draw and post it on here. Header was commissioned from (is that gramatically correct??) @crossroadart-seabear

[blackjacktheboss]

mob au | the beginning in the end: chapter 4

Annabeth only lets the phone ring once before answering it. “Don’t you know it’s impolite to keep a lady waiting?”

“Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we?” Octavian says, his tone harsh. “I have one of your goons, and you have the harbor.”

“Should I call you Augur or Captain Obvious?”

Octavian laughs, but it’s a hollow imitation that makes the hair on Annabeth’s arms stand on end. “I knew you must be a charmer. How else does one woman get a whole city to look the other way?”

“I’m afraid you’ll never know what it’s like,” she answers. “And I thought we were skipping pleasantries?”

“You’ve already seen what I do to people who don’t cooperate.”

“Everyone has. Very theatrical.”

“I want what I want when I want it. If I don’t get it, bad things happen. Simple, really.”

“And what is it you want now?”

His voice is cold as ice when he answers. “I want a meeting with this notorious queenpin I keep hearing so much about. You’ll come alone.”

It is Annabeth’s turn to laugh, but hers is real. “We both know I won’t be showing up alone. But since you sound so scared, I’ll only bring one guard with me.”

He is silent for a moment, but Annabeth can hear his breathing. “I’ll allow it.”

“So generous.”

“The old airfield in one hour.”

“Will that leave you enough time to make it home before curfew?” she quips.

“See you soon,” is all he says.

“Wait. I need proof of life,” she says. “Let me talk to my guy.”

Again, there is silence, and then a different kind of breathing on the line.

“Travis?” she asks, her voice changing to something soft and scared.

“It’s me,” Travis answers, sounding winded. “He’s got eight ugly fucks with him.”

The familiar sounds of a punch and someone gasping for air fill her ear, and Annabeth can perfectly picture the smug smile that is no doubt on Travis’s face.

She hopes Octavian can hear her smile on the other end of the call. “See you soon.”

[bipercabeth]

45: "how much of that did you hear?"

Annabeth unlocks Percy and Grover’s apartment with her spare key and toes off her shoes, clinking her keys on the entry table to announce her arrival. Usually two pairs of footsteps thunder down the hallway in response, bringing the promise of warm hugs and her favorite boys. But Grover is upstate on a camping trip with Juniper, so Annabeth has been spending more time here than usual (as if she isn’t practically their third roommate) to keep Percy company. He’s been in a funk the past few weeks, probably at the prospect of coming home to an empty apartment. 

Autumn rustles through the hallway, blown in on a breeze from Percy’s bedroom. His room connects to the fire escape. Must’ve been a rough day if he’s out there. 

Just before reaching the window, Annabeth hears his voice. 

“—but it’s not getting better, G-Man. I’m so gone for her.” 

Annabeth’s chest tightens, and she turns to leave out of respect for Percy’s privacy and the preservation of her own dignity as tears prick behind her eyes. Percy isn’t upset about the empty apartment; he’s in love with someone and refusing to tell Annabeth about it. That almost stings more than the fact that he isn’t in love with her. 

Almost. 

“I’m not brave like that. Don’t get me wrong—I want to be brave for her, I just...can’t. I can’t risk losing her. She’s my world, dude.” 

Annabeth backs toward the door. 

“That sounds like a very Grover-centric solution,” he laughs. “I don’t think space would’ve helped, plus you literally climbed a tree to call me. Can you imagine me out there for three weeks without Annabeth? I’d sleep up there just to hear her voice.” 

Wait. What the fuck? 

“You’re making my point for me, dude. I can’t even go three weeks. Can you imagine if I said something and lost her for good? I can’t. Like I genuinely can’t imagine my life without her in it. I don’t want to. So I can’t tell her. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her in my life, even if it means it’ll never be in the way I want. I want her in every way—in any way. That’s how I know I love her. Having her in any way is enough.” 

And then Annabeth is on the fire escape beside him, lips parted and breath uneven, with no recollection of how she came to be there. 

Percy’s eyes widen in fear, and he quickly tells Grover he has to go. He turns toward Annabeth, backed into the corner of the railing like he’s going to throw himself over it. “How much of that did you hear?” 

She can’t speak. She can’t fucking speak. That’s how I know I love her. She has dreamed of this moment so much that her response lives in her lungs, waiting at the edge of every exhale. She is always breathing shallowly for fear of letting it out. And the one time she needs it, needs to say that I love you, it can’t claw its way past her lips. 

But there are other things her lips can do. 

She seizes Percy’s shirt in her hands and lays one on him. A soft noise escapes him, one of surprise from the back of his throat, and Annabeth inhales it—inhales him. Her lungs swell and swell with love, with the confession that lives in her lungs, and she breathes it all back into him. Every way. She wants him in every way, she just never dreamed she could have him. 

She pulls away and presses her forehead against his, and before she can lose her courage, says it. 

“I love you.” 

Percy’s hands flutter where they landed at her waist. “What?” he says like Annabeth hasn’t just kissed him until he’s weak in the knees. 

But her lungs are light now, and the words come without thought, without demand. She has never known breathing to be this easy. She strokes her thumb over his cheek. “I heard it all, and I love you.” 

“You...” His eyes flicker between hers like he can’t believe his luck; Annabeth is sure her own reflect the same sentiment. He brings a hand to the back of her neck, and she feels its slight tremble. Then he is pulling her close and saying “I love you,” against her mouth. Annabeth decides this is the only way she wants to hear the words: whispered into her lungs as though returning the secret. 

[i-am-a-fish]

comfy

[tonakings]

FISH NO

[i-am-a-fish]

..but comfy

[tonakings]

FISH PLEASE YOU COULD GET HURT

[i-am-a-fish]

s

sleeby….

[the-top-hat-anon-deactivated201]

[succubus-saliva]

Put those fucking sticks down

[steelestingray]

Inktober day 10: if we can agree on anything as a fandom, we can agree that Lamen dad is good ❤️

[funkytoesart]

Here’s my #Mermay2020 drawing for day 1, Celebration. For this, I chose to draw an underwater/mermaid version of Rapunzel’s birth scene from Tangled, where her parents and subjects are lifting lanterns into the sky :) Except lanterns wouldn’t work under water, so I changed it to glowing jellyfish :D 

Watch the drawing timelapse of this on youtube!

[reh-sa]

Something I drew for a Banana Fish zine last year. I think some people only ever feel at peace in a rainy city night 🌧️

[reh-sa]

Damianos king of sun and sea 

[kissandships]

Number One:

I’m Scared

A modern Hiccstrid AU

Astrid chewed her lip as she waited for the answer. She rocked on her heels, hugging herself as she watched white coats and dull colors walked by. She looked to the ceiling, pushing her tears away and down her throat. She looked at the people gathered around her; Ruff and Tuff sat silently holding cups water; Snoutlout leaned against the wall, lightly pulling at his sweatshirt strings. Fishlegs quietly looked to the floor, occasionally glancing up at her.

Valka walked over to the worried blonde. She put her hands on her shoulder, trying to calm her nerves.

“I’m scared, Valka. What if- what if he... oh, gosh.” She hung her head, her stomach clenching. She swallowed thickly, “what if something goes wrong?”

“He’ll be fine,” Stoick’s deep voice washed over her.

“How do you know?”

“Cause he’s a Haddock. He’s stubborn.” Gobber tried to make Astrid smile.

“It was just... all so normal. He was cutting metal, and then...” her voice trailed off. “I went away for one second, and...”

Gobber frowned; he had heard the blood curdling scream, and Astrid’s worried cry. He hadn’t seen the accident happen, but he knew the pain and the fear.

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Astrid chewed her lip as she followed the doctor into the room. She fiddled with her ring, oddly more scared now than she was waiting to hear from the doc.

“You have a visitor,” the kind doctor quietly said as she let Astrid into the quiet room.

“Hey,” she hesitated at the foot of the bed, observing all the machines.

He frowned, “it’s okay to come closer, Astrid. I didn’t lose my head, just my foot.”

“Oh, Hic.” She almost lunged at him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Are you okay? What can I do? Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine,” Hiccup was still a little groggy, but smiled nonetheless. He braces himself for what was coming.

“Good, because.... what on earth were you thinkin’?! Getting close like that! You could be in a wheel chair right now, or your whole leg could be gone, or you could’ve died!” It was as if saying it out loud made her finally realize the severity of the injury. She put her hand over her mouth as a sob escaped.

“Hey,” Hiccup tugged on her arm, bringing her to the bed. He hugged her tightly, “it’s going to be okay. They’ll give me the proper care instructions, I’ll go to PT, and everything will be normal.... I might need your help around the shop and house first thing.”

Astrid sniffed and nooded, “anything fo you, Hic.”

Hiccup held her hand and ran his thumb over her promise ring. Being an apprentice welder, he couldn’t afford a fancy engagement ring. He was relieved in Astrid said she’d marry him in paper rings. “This is just a small bump, okay? Just an adjustment.”

Astrid nodded, snaking her arm around his middle. “I’m glad you’re mostly okay, though. And I’ll do anything to Help you. Even clean toilets.” Cleaning toilets was Astrid’s least favorite chore, but she’d do it for Hiccup.

“Do something for me now?”

She lifted her head, “anything.”

“Kiss me and tell me you won’t stress yourself out too much.”

She smiled, “I promise to try not to get too stressed out.” She then kissed his lips, and settled into his embrace again. “You’re right, Y’know. About the little bumb? That’s all this is. Just a small setback. But we can beat it.”

“We can beat it.”

And they did. It took about a month and a half for Hiccup to get used to the fake foot, but he was greatful he had a girl like Astrid. Once he was back to work full time, he took his fiancée to her favorite restaurant as a thank you. He also got her a proper engagement ring.

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There you are, @ryupioupiou! Hope you (and everyone else) enjoy it!

Gimme another one, peeps! This is fun!

[vithcy]

Percy as young sea prince

[lizzybizzyart]

percy’s just a fool in love and literally everybody knows it

[flyingdonuuts]

percy and annabeth☀️

[fern-illustrations]

Howdy, it has been a while so here is a little Percabeth doodle 

[omgcheckplease]

AH!!! I THINK IT’S TIME FOR A GIVEAWAY!

Two Grand Prize Winners will receive:

a signed copy of CHECK, PLEASE!: STICKS AND SCONES

a Samwell University mini-pennant

a falcs keychain & falcs enamel pin

And one winner will receive a signed copy of CHECK, PLEASE!: STICKS AND SCONES!

☆ Rules ☆

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[useful-wasting-of-ink]

Nico has a Migraine

This was brought to you by: AJ’s current headache that will soon turn to a migraine if they do not sleep soon but they cannot sleep

Nico groaned as the lights of his cabin suddenly turned on, bright and annoying. It was early in the morning, but the blinds were pulled tight shut to keep light from shining in. 

Will walked in, humming a little to himself before seeing Nico peeking out from behind the blankets with a pained look on his face. 

“Baby? Are you okay?” Will asked just a little too loud, causing Nico to flinch and cover his ears. 

“Migraine,” he managed to mumble loud enough to be heard, “lights off.”

Will immediately understood and turned the lights back off, and the cabin once again was full of darkness. He then made his way, carefully, over to his boyfriend’s bed, trying to see in the dark room. 

“Pain killer?” Nico mumbled, knowing Will always carried some in his bag. 

Will grabbed three small pills from his bag, handing them to Nico with a small thing of water he also kept in his bag for dehydrated campers. 

“Overused power, haven’t slept, cuddle” Nico managed out, flinching at every other word. 

“Come out of the blankets, sweetie,” Will whispered, coaxing the boy out from under the pile of blankets, “You’ll get your blankets back in a second, okay?” he told him with a soothing smile. 

Will rearranged the blankets around his boyfriend, being careful not to make too much noise before climbing into bed with him. He gently took the pillows from under Nico’s head. Putting a different one there, that would help keep his neck and head in a more neutral position. He then pulled the blankets back up, before laying an arm over Nico’s body. 

“There we go. I’m gonna let you nap for a while, okay? I’ll wake you up later to see how you feel. If it doesn’t go away in the next few hours I’m gonna take you up to the infirmary.” He warned, laying a kiss on Nico’s forehead. 

“Sleep well, my sunshine.” 

I know Sunshine is supposed to be Will’s nickname but I just love it when he calls Nico sunshine.

[bananannabeth]

percy as a baker/pastry chef percabeth au please :)

okayokay but here me out: percabeth au where they meet the same way you and pastry boy did 👀 (or any sort of percabeth college au you write is pure gold!!)

Sweet on America AUPart 1

“This is ridiculous.”

Piper glances up from her phone to throw Annabeth a look, half exasperated and half teasing. “It’s not ridiculous. It’ll work, trust me.”

“What if I don’t want it to work?” Annabeth says, tucking her feet up underneath herself on the couch and rolling her eyes.

“You do want it to work, or you would have ripped the phone out of my hands by now.”

Annabeth narrows her eyes. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Shut up and help me pick the last photo. What about this one?” Piper holds her phone up, showcasing a photo of Annabeth posing on the Golden Gate Bridge from the last time she visited her dad. “You look really cute in it. Look at that smile.”

Annabeth smiles now, wide and exaggerated and clearly sarcastic. “Sure. Whatever.”

“Jesus, Annabeth, can you at least pretend to be a little excited about this? We could be about to find your soulmate!” Piper exclaims, turning the phone around and getting back to constructing Annabeth’s profile.

“Ew, don’t.” Annabeth throws her head back, letting it sink into the soft cushions. “Just because you’re all loved up with Jason and want someone to go on double dates with -”

“That is not why we’re doing this,” Piper says without looking up.

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[bananannabeth]

Hello, here is your prompt (precabeth cuz I'm trash): cliché but classic trope: when the person who almost died wakes up in a hospital bed, looks around and sees the object of their affection sleeping uncomfortably in the chair next to them because they haven’t moved in days. cliché but classic sub trope of this: the person who almost died tells the object of their affection “you look like shit” despite the fact that they are the one in the hospital bed and almost died. I stole this from a post

The first thing Percy registers is the beeping. It starts as an alarm, telling him he’s late for school, he needs to get out of bed right now before he gets another point for tardiness - and then it transitions, gets faster, gets louder, crisper, less familiar, and he can’t get out of bed because there’s something anchoring him down and gods he hurts.

Why does he hurt so much?

His eyes are heavy, but he forces them open. Bright white, everywhere. White walls, white ceiling, white sheets covering him, white wires trailing out of his arms. So that’s what had tugged uncomfortably at his skin when he’d tried to move.

And then - Annabeth.

She’s curled up in the armchair beside his bed, her left arm outstretched and her hand hanging limply right beside his mattress, as though she’d fallen asleep holding his hand and only slipped away when he’d moved. Her hair is piled into a messy knot on top of her head, stray curls escaping and sticking up haphazardly, and even through her eyelashes he can see the shadows beneath her eyes.

It takes far more effort than it should, but he stretches out and touches her hand. Gently, he interlaces their fingers - squeezes, once, twice, three times.

She stirs. Blinks once and then bolts upright, out of the chair and standing at his side in a shot. “Percy!”

“Hey,” he says, his voice is cracked and dry.

“You’re awake, thank the gods.” Hers is thick, heavy with emotion. Her eyes are watering.

“Sorry I overslept,” he jokes, but the ache in his muscles has him genuinely concerned for how long he’s been there.

“I don’t know what it was that attacked you, but it got you pretty good. You’ve been in here for almost two days,” Annabeth says, reading his mind. “A mortal got to you first and brought you here before I could get you to Camp. Once you were in it didn’t seem worth it to move you, not when you were in so much pain. I’ve been giving you nectar whenever I can, though.”

“Two days?” Gods, he hoped his memory returned so he could figure out what had put him here, and what had become of them.

Annabeth nodded, lips pressed together in a thin line.

He wanted to see her smile. He squeezed her hand. “Whatever it was that fought me, I bet it got it worse than me.”

The corners of her lips twitched up. “I don’t know, you look pretty bad right now.”

He gasped, feigned indignation. “Is that how you’re going to talk to your injured boyfriend?”

She laughed for real, tilting her head back and freeing some more curls. “I’m so sorry, I really do need to work on my bedside manner.”

“I’ve been saying that for years.”

She rolled her eyes before leaning in and pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss. 

“How’s that for bedside manner?” she murmured, pulling back just slightly. Her hand was warm on his cheek.

Percy grinned. “That’s an improvement.’

[evilwriter37]

IMPORTANT

@flurbejurbvondurp

[nanasamantha-deactivated2025020]

This is so fucking stupid. Why can’t artists and writers even give the option of pay? It’s not like anybody is holding a gun to reader’s heads forcing them to donate. It’s donated money! You’re telling me Article 13 removes people’s option to even donate???

[thebibliosphere]

Article 13 is causing all sorts of bullshit, but this is nothing new for Ao3 and it’s important for folk to know. Writers or anyone hosting content on Ao3 should never ever link back to a ko-fi or patreon or even mention needing donations due to legal restrictions placed on Ao3 in order to exist. If you are found out or reported, they can delete your account.

So the way Ao3 works? Is that the only way they can protect us from content creators and their legal teams, is to be like “hey, look, this is transformative work for fun! It earns no money!” And that’s how they get around what many authors still in this day and age think of as plagiarism and defemataion.

It’s actually in Ao3′s Terms of Services, not because they are monsters who don’t want you to thrive, but because it’s the only way to protect fan creators from the proverbial wolf at the door. I’m just old enough to remember when Anne Rice and Star Wars were going after people and filing official take downs for fan works and threatening to sue people. I know actual people who got real letters telling them to take down their fanzine or else.

And every time I see someone creating a patreon or ko-fi for the fanfic, my heart jumps up into my mouth. Like sure, let people know you have those things? But don’t have tiers that say things like “fanfic updates”. And for the love of god never post links to them in your Ao3. @deadcatwithaflamethrower nearly lost their account some years ago because they mentioned having a donation drive on their tumblr and someone reported them.

[nandamai]

How, HOW did we get to a point in fandom where fanfic has to be free to survive is no longer basic common knowledge?

[argei]

all that, but fyi- regarding AO3 specifically and profiting off fanfiction, they don’t allow you to be direct about financial transactions (which, ftr can include non-profit stuff like charity drives) so you can’t link out to ko-fi or etsy or whatever. but you can link to your tumblr, twitter, etc. and as long as you don’t indicate on AO3 that there’s some sort of financial transaction involved, it’s fine for that tumblr to have a link to your patreon. AO3 can’t control the content of external links, so as long as you aren’t putting them in a position where they’re allowing you to actively advertise fannish works for profit, it doesn’t violate the TOS

ok: ‘if you’re interested in my writing, please visit me on my tumblr’ tumblr has a ko-fi link

not ok: ‘consider supporting me’ links to patreon; ‘accepting commissions, hmu on my twitter’; ‘I did this fic for the Save the Cuttlefish charity drive, click to donate to this important cause’

[cleverclovers]

Important! Please stop marking your fic as commissioned in the FRICKING TITLE of your fic as well. “Request(Ed)” is a decent substitute, so use that! I’m interested but afraid to give you clicks and draw attention to it and ruin everything for everyone