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Don't think about Percy having a demi-god sister while Poseidon was in his Roman form. Don't think about his sister being the exact opposite of him and more savage. Don't think about sally dropping his sister off to Lupa to survive.
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UPDATE | | | Hiatus
So I won’t be on the rest of this month. Sorry I haven’t been on this past couple weeks. My job’s really been busting my ass since the holidays are coming up and orders are getting to the point where it’s hell. Expect me back in the beginning of January — Bruh I don’t know the exact date but I will be back here sometime in January. Hope you all have some happy holidays this month!!
So I lost my USB. Had everything on it, icons, photos, everything. I won’t be back on until I find it or get a new one. Hopefully, I can find it because if I have to get a new fucking USB...boi. Lmao imma call off tumblr for the rest of 2017 lbfh. I don’t know where tf i put it --- work has been busting my ass nonstop so i’m too tired to look for the shit---yeah. i’m salty af.
UPDATE | | | Hiatus
So I won’t be on the rest of this month. Sorry I haven’t been on this past couple weeks. My job’s really been busting my ass since the holidays are coming up and orders are getting to the point where it’s hell. Expect me back in the beginning of January --- Bruh I don’t know the exact date but I will be back here sometime in January. Hope you all have some happy holidays this month!!
swcnscng:
( Time Is Valuable )
it’s her own fault, really and truly. she had known from the start exactly what it meant to be with him – exactly what it meant sacrificing, what it meant she would never be allowed to have. a god, yet he was incapable of giving her something so simple as an ordinary life. it was ironic, in the most painful sense. she grows a little older with each passing moment, and it would be a lie to deny the knowledge that she won’t always be there waiting for him, young and beautiful and bright. still, it’s easy enough to ignore, for now, to forget when his hands are on her skin and he’s gazing at her like she’s as lovely as aphrodite herself.
❝ something tells me you’ll survive such a startling blow, sweetheart. you’re durable like that. ❞
and gods help her, the laugh she emits peals like golden bells, melodic and sweet. she gifts him a smile, that secret, special sort reserved only for his eyes. that smile that reaches her eyes, alights them with unadulterated affection, grants her the bravery to gaze directly into those sea green hues of his without flinching. oh, she loves him, and it’s written explicitly across that pretty little face of hers, despite the fact she hasn’t quite willed up the courage to utter such a sentiment to him aloud. there was no turning back, once you said it. there isn’t any turning back for her now, regardless, but it’s easier to pretend she still holds one last defense against heartbreak.
❝ damn you, percy jackson. ❞
barely breathed, but uttered nonetheless. she wonders if he knows he holds her heart in his hands. hopes he’s at least fore thinking enough to be careful with it, given it’s far more breakable a thing than even the girl who carries it in her chest. pillowy lips meet his fervently, delicate digits already tracing over his shoulders, tiny form pressing as near to him as she can manage. she has no intentions of parting from him any time soon, at the very least.
Percy had known just what he was getting himself into --- and he couldn’t stop these feelings. He couldn’t restrain them --- like the sea, he was extremely stubborn. He knows she grows older as each year passes and his heart can’t help but clench until it feels as if his circulation stops. What was a life without her? Who would he come home to? Just thinking about it almost had him shed a tear.
Her laughter was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard --- apollo’s music held no contest to it. If there were any sort of music he’d listen to, it’d be the ocean and Emmeline’s laughter. Two simple things he could live with continually. The love he has for her is definitely written on greek-like features. Someone could carve his face into stone and that’s all anyone would ever see. The love that showed in his eyes for this mortal woman. He felt that love, but somehow he couldn’t say the words. It wasn’t the right time. A last line of defense for his own heartbreak.
He knew how easily hearts are broken --- he’d broken calypso’s, Annabeth’s...he would not break Emmeline’s. He’d take on every single quest from the gods above to prove it. He’d held up the world once ---literally-- and he could hold this mortal’s heavy heart even if it causes a streak of gray in his black hair. A soft laugh emits as he wraps his arms securely around her as if he couldn’t get enough of her --- the kiss deepening, the crashing of waves on the shore seeming to grow louder. The wind whistling through the open windows.
❝ i’d thought you’d use another verb there or should i? ❞ he winked.
I am the jealous type so, what's mine is mine. Don't fuck with it.
twenty five days of christmas character building !! day five: what kind of music does percy listen to ? favorite genre, and least favorite ? favorite band and artist ? does he play any instruments himself, or want to learn ? songs he listens to on repeat or ones he can't stand ?
head canon time for peter johansson B)
Percy really isn’t much of a music type of person — since his whole life can be sung into lyrics, he’d say his life is one big joking song. He’s not like Thalia – punk rocker goth girl and he didn’t even know what type of rock clothes she was wearing after the Golden Fleece healed her.
Percy can’t play any instruments to save his life unless it’s his heart strings than he’s all for it. He doesn’t really want to learn since he’s had no interest in tons of music.
There are a lot of songs he can’t stand — and artist. Like Justin Bieber. Dyonisus calling him that one time was enough to make him hate the guy.
He could sit at camp all day and listen to the apollo cabin music though–
Can we just agree this kid is on big contradiction
swcnscng:
( jfc )
she knows exactly what she’s doing, though she’d never admit to playing such games. she’s damn near notorious for teasing, all soft edges and plush lips and lashes that flutter ever so enticingly to get her what she wants. far from fair, but she never seemed to hear him complain, and he makes far too easy a target for her to toy with. and really, what was the harm in it, given he always seemed to benefit from her taunts in one way or another.
❝ i’m a woman of many talents, darling – and i’ve never had to play fair. it’s entirely overrated, not to mention very, very boring — mm, so you keep saying. i’m not sure i believe you, though. ❞
uttered all too innocently, a challenge underlain, obscured by seemingly lighthearted teasing. prove it. prove you mean it. she doesn’t dare speak it aloud, but he ought to know her well enough to read between the lines she lays for him. she’ll never beg him to stay, but she’ll always give him reason to return.
❝ and you say i don’t play by the rules … i’ve never been on the sea at night, you know. ❞
ever so innocent, as though she doesn’t know what he suggests of her. even so, her skin warms under the brush of his lips against tender flesh, lips parting to emit a soft huff, the slightest giveaway that he’s got her wrapped around his fingers, even if she does so enjoy playing at being the one with the power, here.
Teeth flash in a brilliant smile, crinkling up his gleaming eyes. Percy was truly and sadly an easy target for beauty --- only with Emmeline. The god never seemed to mind her taunt --- half the time. A single dark brow arched upon her statement. Eyes squint, did she not believe him? Well, he’d lie and say that didn’t hurt but the joking tone in her voice had him think otherwise. A touchy subject with him --- since gods and mortals only had flings, but Percy wasn’t just some god. A smirk on his face before he pulled his hand from her waist, letting his fingers leave a tantalizing trail of fire in their wake. He could play this game.
❝ aww well that’s too bad, dear. here i thought you really believed. that so hurts, em. ❞
So close to each other and his laughter rang out --- both hands on each side of her face, callused thumbs running over as if she were a fragile shrine he worshiped --- and his eyes, so alight with joy that he couldn’t express in words. Looking over her shoulder out the window did he spot a Hippocampi --- thoughts raced out to Rainbow.
| | | ( Prepare for midnight, tell the nyiads to get the boat ready. We’ll be having some time here for... a few hours. ) | | |
With another smile did he go back to what he’d been doing. She gave herself away with that cute huff of hers --- a sound for him to continue, to which he did. Hands still cradling her face did he brush his lips against hers before capturing them. Like the sea, he was unpredictable. First, he was gentle, then he turned the tide to rough.
swcnscng:
( weakaf )
grin creeps once more upon delicate features under his attentions, and it’s a wonder she doesn’t blush, given the intensity with which he studies her. perhaps she’s used to it by now – gods knew she was guilty of gazing at him just the same, but who could criticize a girl for admiring a god ? hardly fair, he’s distracting her, and she presses nearer to him, still, skin soft, enticing, and smelling of sandalwood, orange blossoms.
❝ i rather admire medusa, really. that whole turn a man to stone trick might be useful. ninety percent – well, i suppose you hit the mark about ten percent, yourself, so as long as i keep you around … sailing. does that mean i get you all to myself, or am i going to have to share you with the mermaids ? ❞
gods only knew Percy’s flaw was loyalty. Emmeline was a part of his flaw, she was his flaw. A perfect flaw that fit his jagged pieces --- even god’s had their flaws. A blue aura seemed to wash over him at such nearness --- a space between them enclosing. The smell of oranges and sandalwood --- a tropical yet wild scent. It went well with the sea. She’s hardly being fair with him right now. Free hand moves to her waist, grasping the fabric between callused fingers. Voice but a whisper, soft and amused.
❝ then let me just say, you’re already turning me to stone. it’s hardly fair, emmeline --- you will always have me around. ❞
His words soon lost, lips just brushing her cheek --- simply intoxicated by her. Blast it, he hated that about her. It was as if she were the moon pushing him back one minute then pulling him in the next, low-tide and high-tide. A smoldering look, mischievousness glinting in those sea-green eyes. It was clear that if Percy could make heart eyes real, they would show.
❝ you can have me all to yourself right now if you think mermaids will be the problem and we can do a midnight sail. ❞
swcnscng:
( Swanling )
she’s practically putty in his hands, despite the fact she’d never admit to such – delicate digits intertwining with his, before the swan twists in his grasp. slender silhouette settles against his broad frame, delight written plainly across fair features as plush lips drop a ghost of affection at the corner of his mouth.
❝ i’m obviously horrendous to look at, thank you very much. it’s really a wonder you choose to be seen with me in public at all. and for the record, i’m always right —— sailing ? we’re going sailing ? ❞
Sea-green eyes squint just slight. Head tilting to the side as he gazed at her --- always gazing at her as if he couldn’t get enough of her already. A soft laugh before he returned her affection with a nip to her bottom lip. He was getting off track now --- of course he was going to blame his adhd--
❝ mm-- you may give medusa a run for her money, sweetheart. you’re right ninety percent of the time --- yes, we’re going sailing. the sea is perfectly calm today. ❞
swcnscng:
( B) )
a breathless laugh falls from plush lips as her toes leave the sand, swept up in his embrace. he’s warm despite his lack of attire, and her cheek presses to his for a breath or two before the find themselves parting. she’s missed him, that much is painfully obvious. perhaps because being with percy was easy, effortless, even – something she hardly had to think about. as natural as breathing, an old friendship falling once more in stride without missing a beat.
❝ —– you’ve been back in town for five minutes and you’re already worried about me ? ❞
affection laces her reply, amusement evident. did she seem down ? perhaps she was. it was hard not to be, when it seemed like everyone around you was moving forward and you … well, weren’t. she’s made a name for herself, sure, has a cute place, a shop she’s proud of, teaches classes off and on, and yet can’t shake the feeling that she’s settled for something less in life than she’d been meant for. perhaps that was what wore on her the most. the thought that perhaps she was made for more than what she lived out in this rainy little town.
❝ i’m okay, perc. i promise. just bored, that’s all – i’ll go cliff diving or something and the adrenaline will perk me right back up. same old emmeline, really. ❞
a lie, of course, but she can’t bear the thought of his concern for her. she could take care of herself, she’d been managing it for years. she was okay, truly. not as vibrant as he may have remembered her, but still bright, still a beacon of something … more.
❝ nope – seaweed free. though i hear it’s a great conditioner. ❞
teasing. she pops on her toes once more, delicate digits tousling his dark locks for a moment as if to prove her point, before the swan drops back onto the beach with a grin, a shrug. there’s a storm to his gaze, something brewing just beneath, but she knows better than to try and pry anything out of percy jackson that he wasn’t ready to share.
❝ well, i do live here, you know —- but, ah. i’m not sure, really. aspen was a little agitated. the storm i think. i figured i’d let her run it out a little, and no sane person would be on the beach right before a monsoon. yet here i am in your company. so much for that plan of mine, hm ? ❞
Percy would constantly worry about her, even when he wasn’t in the mortal world. Everyone down there knew. They knew he had fallen for a mortal, even his father who didn’t really get upset with the fact. The problem was --- gods had to watch the ones they love die. When Percy heard that, he had to come back and make sure she was still there, still her, his sun. Even now, his heart clenched.
Looking at her now, that sadness appeared within reflective ocean illuminated eyes of his. A haunch said she was getting better, but still hurting from something. Percy didn’t want to push her on it, if she wanted to tell him, she would. Right now, he didn’t want to dwell on the sad things. He wanted to spend time with her no matter where they were. She seemed like she was leading an okay life here whereas he felt as if there were something missing in his own. The underwater Palace was his home, yet not really.
Brows arch at her statement in slight horror. Cliff diving? He knew that was a sport and mortals were dumb to test Poseidon’s patience let alone his own. That small statement did quicken his anger, even if it were a joke. To throw away your mortal life by doing some stupid stunt just for a rush--
❝ no cliff diving --- and i...always worry about you. you kind of made a big impression on a dork like me. ❞
The moment her fingers threaded through his dark thick hair did he hold her gaze. Did she realize that no one touched the hair? With her, he’d make an exception --- the sensation felt rather nice anyway. Nice enough for Percy to melt right into it, slightly leaning his head forward. The storm within his eyes calmed replaced by a gentleness. In a matter of seconds, he flashed a crooked grin,
❝ what storm? i promise my uncle won’t smite you with lightning. ❞
swcnscng:
( PLS )
leave it to percy to succeed in surprising her so entirely. head tilts just so, examining his features from the corner of cognac hues. he looks as pleased with himself as ever, which proves promising for her, given he never seems to struggle with taking her breath away. the swan girl exhales a delighted sigh as his lips press to the tender flesh at her throat, warmth staining her cheeks a muted crimson.
❝ suck up. — i wasn’t planning on it, but something tells me you’ve already decided otherwise. ❞
A low rumble of a chuckle, his frame shaking slightly. Like she was one to talk, and she did talk a lot. Miss Rambler. He rambled sometimes also, no filter, go figure. Another feathered kiss to her throat, his lips just brushing the surface --- one hand rubbing her arm before he laced his fingers through her own.
❝ says the one who called me handsome, do you suggest i call you gross? so not cool. and you’re right. a day with me on the sailsand i promise it won’t be boring. ❞
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A small chortle did he make as he felt her shock. No, she wasn’t expecting him and to him, that was good. One sea-green eye opened to focus on her, grin still placed on his face. The god holds her close as if he never wanted to let her go, his hands locked together around her small frame. His lips pressing softly into her neck before he spoke.
❝ beautiful. are you doing anything today? i have something special for you. ❞
swcnscng:
( Close Friend? )
there isn’t a moment of hesitation, despite the time that’s passed – no sooner than have his arms opened than are her own twisting over his shoulders, mortal finding herself on the tips of her toes to do so. slender form draws him close, the gesture all but dripping with the evident affection she carried for him. they’d been so close, once, before the time for growing up had truly arrived and their parting of ways had still been far on the horizon. it seems like a lifetime ago, given all that he’s missed of her life, and she of his since.
❝ you can’t blame a girl for being a little surprised when you drop off the map for years at a time, perc. i’ve been — fine. i’ve been okay. ❞
hardly a rousing reply, but she manages a smile all the same, releasing him at length to take a breath back. she says she’s been fine, and she means it, really, though not much more. fine, alright, status quo. hardly the same lively response one might’ve expected from the swan girl, years ago. but she’d been younger, then, with time to adventure and people who ran alongside her into trouble. such was hardly the case, now, for better or worse.
❝ and you ? you look good, at least. ❞
he’s grown into those features of his, that much she can appreciate. there’s a sadness to him, yes, but it’s well enough concealed behind that infectious grin of his, one that elicits a smile of her own in reply. she’d always been weak for him, in such a sense – never able to say no to an adventure, never able to resist the laughter that fell from her own lips, pealing, likes bells when he found something amusing, himself. no, she’d never quiet been able to immunize herself against percy jackson, and it’s far too obvious now, in how quickly she falls into their old ways.
A sigh of content left pass his lips as she embraced him. Sea-green eyes shut --- how long had it been since he felt like this? Since he felt anything...mortal? Arms wrap around her midsection securely, not too hard for to him, she was fragile. Muscles in his arms flex as he picked her up a few inches off the ground. Truly he had missed her a lot more than what he let on. So much to tell her, so much...A murmur of his voice before she let him go.
❝ i know --- and i don’t blame you --- you paused in your answer, i mean not that it’s really any of my business, you don’t really have to tell me. . .why you looked down before i saw you. ❞
| | | ( Maybe I should really keep my mouth shut... ) | | |
Came his thought as dark brows furrowed and he quickly averted his gaze. Not a really great way to start things off --- such a Percy thing to do. At least that hadn’t changed. Percy was still Percy, somewhat. He knew woman said they’re fine to cover something up --- maybe not a great time to mention that to her if she asked how he knew. He had a hard time talking about Annabeth. Tuning back into the real world and out of his thoughts, he shrugged with a small grin. A witty quip hurriedly coming from his mouth.
❝ really? i thought i had some seaweed in my hair on the way up here. ❞
What he did forget, however, was that he was just in his light blue swimming trunks. Leave it to Percy to figure that out last minute --- tanned features taking on a flushed feature as if the sunset were still warm enough to make his skin tone darker, more surfer-dude like. Brows furrowing as he put his hands in his pockets, he glanced back at her before asking;
❝ so what made you come down here? ❞
twenty five days of christmas character building !! day four: has percy every considered going to university ? if he did, what would he major in ? minor ? clubs he might consider joining, or sports ?
head canon time B)
I mean he’s thought about it, but being half-blood it would be difficult as hell for him to do that. Y’know since the whole dyslexia and ADHD stuff going on. If he ever did, however, he’d major in Latin — Greek. A minor class would be the fencing sport since he’s an expert swordsmen and stuff.
Clubs he might join would most likely be a swimming club or archery since he’s a bit okay with shooting a bow and arrow now. He doesn’t like chess, he hates sitting around doing nothing. He has to have sports that make him active, that get him up and going.
Zeus: Percy, do you have the lightning bolt?
Percy: Yes.
Zeus: Yes, SIR.
Percy: There's no need to call me 'sir', Uncle.
