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girlswhowantboystobegirls · 11 days

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what would some pjo characters listen to?

thalia, luke, annabeth, percy, grover, clarisse, stoll bros edition

Thalia's music taste is canon; she listens to Green Day. I'd like to think she is fond of many rock bands like Radiohead, Nirvana, Rage Against The Machine... her playlist is a rock/punk soup. She may even go and listen to The Cure, Slipknot and all those bands with a certain aesthetic that is linked to an alternative style/community.

One thing about Thalia, though, is that she won't stand music that isn't alt. Lana del Rey, Billie Eilish, Dua Lipa, Taylor Swift are just examples of what she really can't get into. She despises entering a shop in a mall and hearing the "daaaaaance, dance the night away!" no. Please no. If you think Thalia listens to Taylor Swift in secret, I disagree.

I made a post about Luke's music taste before. I like the headcanon that in the Hermes cabin everyone listens to any song, any language, any genre (their shared playlist has over 3k songs, and most of them don't even correlate; special thanks to the Stolls). Luke likes punk and rock too, but maybe not overwhelmingly noisy... The Clash is probably a band he really likes, he also likes more current rock from bands like Los Campesinos... that's a little calmer than Thalia. He already has too much noise around him anyway.

Related to noise, Luke likes good, funky beats (Ivan Meets G.I Joe by The Clash starts playing). It is possible he listens to glitchore and/or scene songs!

Luke would listen to TV Girl.

Annabeth had most of her music taste influenced by Luke and Thalia, she was 7 when she came to camp afterall. Probably her own dad wasn't a parent that would show music to their child all the time. So, yes, Thalia and Luke music taste, mostly.

A thing's for sure, she doesn't understand Luke's liking towards glitchcore songs. Annabeth thinks they are... messy, like they were made immediatly and the lyrics aren't even audible. As an Athena kid who likes music, she often analyzes songs.

I can imagine Annabeth liking The Pixies, Iggy Pop, Ramones, and (she says that it's just sometimes, but their whole playlist is plagued by...) Blondie. Add The Runaways and Joan Jett too, this girl is a bisexual.

I'd like to think Percy isn't really judgemental about music. Does he find a reasoning in the lyrics? Nah. Who cares. Does he think the music is sad or happy? Depends on how fast it is, lyrics are to be listened; not read.

Sally is a really cool mom, and she probably introduced him to many things (I headcanon watching Drag race is one of them). A hint of jazz, some old-school rock punk, The Smiths, The Beatles, David Bowie, Abba... ultimate playlist. Percy probably still listens to many of these artists' songs.

But Percy's personal taste? Hip-hop. The hip-hop you could hear in a skatepark, or just 90s, it's almost the same thing. Eminem, Skee-lo, Ice Cube... he probably downloads playlist full of 90s songs.

Grover likes calming songs. Laufey is probably his favorite artist. Dominic Fike, Mac DeMarco's songs are also in his playlists. He doesn't mind catching up to some popular artists like these, but it's true that he only listens to music when he has nothing to do, not even go and search for Percy.

He can step out of his musical comfort-zone, but he can't listen to heavy metal. Thalia's playlist really scares him, can't even have it saved in his library. Grover needs relaxing music. Gods, he would listen to white noise, rain sounds or whatever's chill.

Clarisse thinks listening to music is a waste of time. She's not really a playlist grinder. But it is true some of her half-siblings tried to introduce stuff to her, it being: Måneskin, Hole, Marina (that one is a very guilty liking of her).

Clarisse doesn't think of listening to music when being alone and with no tasks, she just goes and does something. The fact that you can multitask, do something productive and listen to music at the same time, does not really enter into her perception of productivity.

Expect her to be judgemental of songs people who aren't her siblings show to her.

The Stoll brothers are constantly, forever in a music fight. Both of them have a very wide taste... but between both of them there are big differences.

Travis would listen to Taylor Swift, Mars Argo, Good kid, The Cardigans, Tyler The Creator. Pop, pretty much summarized, and some of its subtypes too.

Connor would be the reason of why the Hermes cabin listens to tons of songs in different languages (hc mentioned in Luke section). Brazilian phonk? Of course. Russian indie bands?? Yes! Argentinian rock??? Yasss. Everything goes into his playlist. Connor probably trusts Spotify's Discover Weekly BLINDLY.

This dramatic difference between their tastes made them not talk about music, because it would probably end up with both of them trying to prove the other wrong. They are very good siblings! It's just that... well... Connor thinks Travis' taste is shit. And Travis thinks Connor's make no sense at all (he can't even understand what they are saying!) But well, they can't look almost the same and have a similar music taste; that would be too much. Siblings can have many things in common, and things that make you want to make the other to cancel their Spotify subscription. It works like that.

I took 1 hour to write this.

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comic-relief-side-character · 3 months

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Just imagine kissing every single of Connor's freckles. And him getting so happy and giddy every time you do it. Continuing that just giving him freckles with lipsticks like wearing lipstick and then kissing his sprinkle of freckles on his nose bridge. Him smiling so big because he feels so so so loved at that moment. And you clicking a polaroid of that scene to keep with you. Idk I just really like Connor being really happy cuz he has you. But just Connor with lipstick marks all over his face and a really big smile. Yeah this image is gonna get me through the year.

#connor stoll x reader #connor stoll #Connor stoll my beloved #I just love him so much #He's so adorable #Travis called him a simp later #He can't help the smile tho #He loves you so much

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raethethey · 5 months

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laughing so hard rn. booted up my old phone to play a game ik is on there still. see a reeeaaalllyy old version of the fanfiction.net... super curious. so i opened it and i cannot believe i read these stories and ENJOYED THEM

#batman? and detective montez #is that a canon character idk #so many genderswapped stories you'd think i wouldve figured smth out sooner huh?#beast boy and raven #jason todd (my beloved)#httyd obv #so much rose weasley shit #ladybug and chat noir?!?! on my super old phone what is this??#percy jackson stuff obvi #but specifically? katie gardener and travis stoll. i hate myself

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blondesupes · 2 years

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Once again asking everyone to read my travis stoll and ethan nakamura fanfictions thank you very much

✨fic 1 is less than 4k words and im working on the sequel✨

✨this one is at 1.2k words literally would only take 3 mins haha what if u click and read✨

#promoting my works because no one else will look after me but me #this is tumblr anyways i will have no shame in this hellsite #anyways #pjo #travis stoll #ethan nakamura #pjo rarepairs #come on yall give it a chance i swear it's cute #trethan #my beloved #pjo fics

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bananacatmeow · 21 days

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now playing: Too Sweet - Hozier

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲'𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

greetings fellow anxious cucumbers. i am an anxious cat. you may call me ina.

this is me! ^o^ be nice !!

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞

𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭. 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲-

dni if: islamophobic, pedophile, or zionist. i will block you + humiliate you without hesitation.

i love to make friends! asks welcome, wanna be moots? :) <3

𝐈'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭- 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞~

moots list!! <3

lmk in the comments if ive missed anyone!! ill add immediately <3

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞~

☾✮☽ loml,, (there's more, js ask me PLEASE)

dividers by @cafekitsune !!

#ina shitposts ig #inaaaaa #concerned cat chats

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moderndaybard · 4 years

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2020 Weekly Ficlet 18/(53? We’ll see?)

Faith, Trust, and… (Percy Jackson/Camp Half-Blood ficlet)

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In hindsight, the nickname ‘Pixie Dust’ was practically inevitable.

After all, from the moment the newest (youngest) camper in Cabin 11 arrived, her Tinkerbell T-shirt and backpack (to say nothing of the matching, faded, well-loved sleeping bag and battered but beloved doll that she’d also managed to bring from home) made no secret of the seven-year-old girl’s obsession.

Still, even that would likely not have been enough to draw comments had it not been for the incident with the flying practice…

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Now, winged shoes are a tricky mode of transport for anyone to master, even children of Hermes, and Cabin 11 is the only one to have added practice with them to the rotating roster of various training activities. Despite the tricky nature of the floating footwear, most children of Hermes manage at least a few seconds of sustained flight by the end of the first or second training session (there is, admittedly, no guarantee of further progress beyond—it really isn’t a practical mode of transport, but at this point, it’s tradition for Cabin 11, at least). However, the fairly fairy-focused first grader spent three sessions early in her first summer doing nothing but face-planting repeatedly.

The Stoll brothers did their best to quiet background snickers (seriously, she was a kid, if she was in her teens it would be bad enough, but lay off the little one, okay?) and moved in to offer what advice and comfort they could, but though their little sister didn’t seem tearful as much as frustrated and she seemed at least to be trying to listen and follow instructions, nothing seemed to be working for her.

Still, she showed up to the first session the next week with a determined expression, her favorite t-shirt, and a tall pair of purple socks with a particular pixie printed on the back, a pair of fabric wings stitched in place on the back.

“So, you came prepared this time—winged socks for winged shoes?” Travis offered as she laced up the smallest pair of flying footwear they’d managed to find.

The little girl looked up with a gap-toothed grin. “Yep! Besides—a little fairy magic always makes everything okay!”

Pixie dust or a placebo—either way, she was done falling down, and actually grew pretty skilled with the shoes by summer’s end; and the nickname was thereby sealed.

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(And, later that summer, when Travis was assigned a quest, Pixie Dust made sure to press a hastily-wrapped small package in his hand: a large, glittery Tinkerbell key chain and a note in a child’s scrawling handwriting: ‘Remember, a little fairy magic always makes everything okay.’ While she watched, he clipped it onto his bag, mentally resolved to remove it at the first opportunity. Somehow, though, he never remembered to, and after all the disasters both it and he managed to survive during the trip and against all odds, he decided to leave it.

In a world of gods and monsters, what did a little superstition hurt, in the end?)

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(Also on AO3, with my other fics)

#percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #pjo fic #connor stoll #travis stoll #my post #writing challenge

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wanderingdungeoneer · 4 years

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War & Peace

This came to me a little while back as I had been reading a few different headcanons and fics. I figured I’d put in my own 2 cents and get in on the magic. I hope you guys enjoy! Also, I welcome constructive criticism. I know the perspective jumps back and forth a bit, and I tried to make it as simple as possible, but my brain likes to jump around before I finish stuff. I tried to keep them as close to in character as possible, but I’m sure I’ll get some notes about that :P This is a repost from my previous blog under the same name. He stood at the top of the hill, his best friend by his side. He looked to her, taking in the curls in her blonde princess hair, now pulled up into a ponytail. The smoothness of her lightly tanned skin underneath the dirt and grime. Her stormy grey eyes, how her brows knit when she was planning something. He couldn’t help but smile. He had cared for her since he was twelve. Now, at twenty-two, he had a decade with her as a friend, eight years as his best friend, and five years as the love of his life. For ten years, he had faced the worst the world could throw at him. He proved his innocence at twelve. He helped retrieve the Golden Fleece and save his Best Satyr friend, Grover at thirteen. At fourteen, he traveled across country to save his best friend from a Titan. At fifteen, he braved Daedalus’ Labyrinth to stop an invasion of Camp Half-Blood with nothing more than the people he needed most by his side. At sixteen, he was responsible for the choice that saved the western world and he fought Kronos just to get there. At seventeen, side by side with his best friend and love of his life, he stopped Gaea from rising. He fought for every inch he and Annabeth took in Tartarus. It had changed him. It changed her, and he knew it. For months, even years afterwards, they both would have nightmares about their trek through the deepest, darkest pit. It only brought them closer, as only they knew how to soothe each other’s nightmares. Now, today, he was standing in front of a new army. An army seeking revenge for stopping the rise of Gaea. It really put a damper in what he had planned for today.

“I love you Wise Girl.” He said, lacing his fingers with hers. He squeezed her hand three times in rapid succession, a habit he had fallen into a year and a half ago. She returned the squeezes. He turned his head at the vast army of monsters ahead of them. His smile faded. He reached into his pocket, feeling his pen having reappeared there. He pulled it from his pocket, and he felt her eyes on him.

“I love you too, Seaweed Brain.” He looked at her. She had that smile across her lips, which usually meant he had done something stupid, but she still loved him. He gazed into her eyes for what seemed an eternity and she returned his gaze. Those stormy grey eyes had always enveloped him. At first, they had intimidated him, but for the past five years they had given him strength and solace. His smile returned.

“Marry me,” Percy felt himself say, without thinking. Annabeth’s smile grew.

“Ask me again when this is over. Then we’ll see.” She said, kissing him. “Come back to me,” she said, releasing his grip, drawing her knife. The look in her eyes told him that she was scared, but she wouldn’t show it.

“Always. I’m never leaving you again.” Percy promised. He uncapped his pen, and it elongated into his xiphos, Riptide. His attention turned to the monsters ahead of him. He felt a familiar tugging in his gut, and a roaring in his ears. He was the Son of Poseidon, and the rage of the Sea was begging to be unleashed. He had felt this multiple times before, but this time, restraint wasn’t an option.

He charged.

Annabeth watched him charge the army, just as he had done many times before, with her at his side. His green eyes had enveloped her, just as it had done before. Today was a special day, Percy had told her, and he had planned a few things. She didn’t know what he was talking about, because it had taken her by surprise. Marry me. Was that it? A proposal? Annabeth couldn’t think about that right now. She had a camp to lead. Marry me echoed in her head, and something in her chest fluttered, and melted. She raised her arm to signal preparation for the catapults behind her. The Son of Poseidon, her seaweed brain, was going to be overwhelmed. A tear tugged at the corner of her eye, and she heard him shout the signal, “FOR OLYMPUS!”

Her arm dropped, as she screamed, “FIRE!” and the celestial bronze boulders flew from over the hill. The boulders rained like brimstone falling from the sky, smashing into the enemy line, causing many to panic, while others were vaporized from the impact and the heat. Her leg muscles tensed, ready to charge, but the phalanx wasn’t in place yet, and the Romans from Camp Jupiter wouldn’t make it in time. A voice from behind her shouted, “Go get him, Wise Girl. I got it!” It was Clarisse La Rue. Her legs had minds of their own and she tore after Percy. I’m coming, Seaweed Brain. Behind her, she could hear the daughter of Ares shouting orders to form lines, and to immediately charge when formed.

He was a whirlwind. Parrying, slashing, stabbing, rolling, dodging. Every monster his sword connected with, they exploded into dust. They weren’t going to take his life, his family away from him. Even if he had to go down fighting, he would make sure they were safe. But he could feel his strength waning. He felt a sharp, white-hot pain spring from his left side, and he let out a horrible cry of pain. He slashed with Riptide, and the monster exploded into dust. He dropped to one knee; his sword pointed to the ground to give him support.

“Percy!” Annabeth’s voice was too far to help him. He breathed heavily, and he could feel his life force draining. Fear welled up in his chest as he gripped the hilt of Riptide in both hands. He was becoming surrounded. The monsters around him were laughing in delight. They finally caught up to the Son of Poseidon. He looked behind him and saw the love of his life charging toward him. He held out an arm, a signal for her to stop. He had a plan. He looked up at the heavens, offering a silent prayer to Athena. Please, I know you hate me, but please, please, pleeeease help me this one time! He glanced at the monsters around him. This was a horrible idea. The King of bad ideas. What choice did he have? Oh, gods. He was terrified, and he knew he was unlikely to receive any help from the goddess, Athena. Annabeth was coming, but she was too slow. He was on his own.

“Perseus Jackson, you are mine!” a monster sneered and prepared to pounce. Percy returned the monster’s gaze with his wolf’s stare. It recoiled for a moment, but regained its posture with a snarl.

“No,” Percy growled, “I will never be yours. I’m spoken for.” He gripped his sword and lifted it up, and with a roar like a wave crashing upon the shore, he drove his sword into the earth.

Annabeth stopped dead in her tracks when she saw what Percy was doing. Think! Annabeth thought, but the earth began to quake underneath her feet, and fissures opened around her beloved. He turned to look at her, and he began to sink into the earth. She stared in horror, “Not again…” she muttered to herself, and sprinted for Percy.

Percy pulled up his sword and leapt for his life. He wasn’t really the best at rock climbing, but when adrenaline filled his veins, he felt he could do anything. His sword fell into the pit he had just created, and for a moment he panicked, thinking it would be the last time he would ever see that sword. Still, he began to climb. Twice, he nearly lost his footing. Twice his hand holds slipped from his grasp. Above him, a figure appeared. “Percy! Take my hand!”

Annabeth. He gazed up at her, and the ice-cold feeling that had gripped his heart began to melt. His arms ached. He was shaking. His arms finally came under his control, and he began to crawl back from the depths, each breath burning in his lungs. He was finally within arm’s length of the love of his life, and he used what left of his strength to reach for her. He missed. As he was starting to slip once again, but Annabeth didn’t miss the second time. Her hand grasped his forearm, and Percy found his purchase with hers.

“You made a promise Seaweed Brain! Never again!” Percy couldn’t help but smile. He could see her face, hidden partially in shadow. Her eyebrows knit in concern. He thought he could almost see a tear in the corner of her eye.

“I’ll always come home to you, Wise Girl.” He grunted; Annabeth helped haul him up. A second face appeared next to Annabeth, then a third, then a fourth. Clarisse, Connor, and Travis Stoll. They each grabbed a part of Percy’s arms and helped pull him up. Behind them, a roar of victory from the campers erupted. Percy didn’t care. Annabeth was there, her hands cupped around his face.

“Hey, Wise Girl.” He whispered.

“Hey, Seaweed Brain.” She replied, pulling him into a kiss. He happily returned the kiss, but finally, the searing pain returned to him. His Orange Camp Half-Blood tee shirt was soaked on his left side with blood. His vision lost focus, darkness creeping up on the outskirts of his vision. He slipped from her grasp and rolled to his side, the blood pooling beside him. It was all he could do to reach up to caress Annabeth’s face when his vision finally fell dark. The last thing he could remember hearing was his name being called and pleading for a medic.

No. No. No. NO! Annabeth cradled Percy’s head in her lap. His pulse was getting weaker. She quickly tore his shirt off him. Percy was more toned than most people would have given him credit for, with a plethora of scars from various encounters with monsters. With his tanned skin, it provided a kind of network of stories most people wouldn’t have understood. She had compared his scars to that of a mature great white with various scars on its flesh the first time she had gotten a good look at a few of his scars. The thought had made Percy laugh, of course, but she knew he liked it. He had once described how some of the guys on the swim team had been put off by the scars when they had first seen them. Percy refused to tell the mortals about how he got them, because 1) they wouldn’t have believed him anyway, and 2) he liked that it gave him an air of mystery that the guys couldn’t figure out. It also freaked out the competitors when they saw him. But that was years ago.

Under different circumstances, she would have marveled at the sight of her… boyfriend? Fiancé? She had thought about this before. He wasn’t just her best friend or even boyfriend. He was far more than that, and for much longer than what the mortals in their school in New York had thought. Did she already think of him as her husband? Probably. With all that time with him, he might as well have been. He had inadvertently proposed to her when they were twelve, though it wasn’t strictly binding. But the more she thought about it, the more she preferred to think it was. Marry me. With all her attention on Percy, she didn’t notice that the army hadn’t advanced to go in for the final blow. When she took her eyes off Percy, she saw why. A large crevasse had been opened in front of Half-Blood Hill, fifteen feet wide and maybe thirty feet long. under normal circumstances, she would have marveled at the amount of power Percy possessed, but she was more concerned with how big of a chunk had been taken out of him.

Will Solace had appeared next to her, “Annabeth, I know you’re worried, but I need your help. I need you to hold down on his wound and keep his head elevated, okay?”

“He’s weak, Will.” Annabeth stated, doing as he asked. “I don’t know how much longer he’s got… Where’s Nico when you need him?”

“Oh, I’ve been asking myself that question for the past two days. He’s late.”

“Focus, Solace!” Annabeth urged. He immediately got back to work wrapping Percy’s wound. The dressing was finished within moments, in which Will Solace moved on to his next step: Pulse check. Weak and getting weaker. He muttered a curse in ancient Greek. He pulled out some ambrosia and nectar.

“Keep his head steady. I don’t want to choke him.” As Will began to drain his canteen of nectar, Annabeth felt a sense of dread come over her. Please… Don’t leave me, Annabeth thought. She planted a kiss Percy’s breath was shallow and labored but became deeper with every passing moment. It appeared that the ambrosia and nectar were doing their job. This was her chance.

“Solace, help me.” She said, slipping Percy’s right arm over her shoulders. Annabeth placed a hand over the small of his back out of pure instinct. It wasn’t his Achilles heel any longer, not since he had to cross the Little Tiber, but she couldn’t let go of the memory of when he had told her where he could be killed. Will made a look of protest but thought against voicing his concerns. He slipped Percy’s left arm over his shoulders and together, they lifted the fallen hero to his feet. He made a groan of pain, his eyes fluttered open for a moment.

“Annabeth–?” he croaked.

“I’m here Seaweed Brain. You bought us some time. Now come on! Put your legs to use!”

He groaned a reply but managed to gain a footing. He grasped the shoulders of Annabeth’s and Will’s shirts. The phalanx at the foot of the hill split open, allowing the trio to enter the camp. Percy started muttering curses in ancient Greek.

“Put me down, by the tree. Thalia’s tree.” Percy growled. Annabeth and Will looked at each other but complied. They sat him up against the Pine tree; he grimaced as he looked once again to the heavens. He looked past them, at the army past the fissure he had created. Will looked at the two of them.

“I’ll need to make sure the medical supplies are ready to go. Need me to grab anything while I’m at the big house? I can grab Chiron…”

“A bottle of water?” Annabeth replied, remembering a crucial piece of information, “And a cup of salt? And don’t get Chiron. He needs to make sure the party ponies won’t destroy anything.” Will arched his eyebrow, thought about it, and nodded. He sprinted down the hill towards the big house.

“Today did not go as I planned.” Percy winced, holding his side. Annabeth knitted her brow, a smile fighting to show.

“You were going to propose.” Annabeth said matter-of-factly. Percy looked at her, a glint in his sea green eyes. A smile crawled across his paled face, and he nodded silently.

“I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted it to be memorable for the best reasons,” the smile faded from his face into a frown. Percy broke eye contact briefly to look at the army he had fought single handedly. Annabeth sat down on his good side, as Percy wrestled a small, black velvet box from his pocket. Percy struggled to open the box, until Annabeth finally took it from his hands and opened it for him. She gasped, taking in the details of the ring.

The band was a polished silver, with the sides of the inset in the designs of Athena’s cabin symbol: The Owl. The rest of the band was simple bonded silver, with an inscription on the interior, reading as

Κάτι μόνιμο

“Something permanent,” Annabeth sighed. She continued studying the ring. There were two gems inset on the ring. The gems inset were a Ruby and a Peridot. Their birthstones. She looked at Percy, a glint in her eye that said You’re incredible. She slid the ring down her left finger, and it fit perfectly. Percy gleamed, the answer clear, even to him. She wrapped her arms around her fiancé’s shoulders and planted a kiss on his lips. She let her lips attack his, cupping his face in her hands. He returned the kisses, with just as much fervor. His lips were as salty as the sea.

“I love you, Perseus Jackson.” Annabeth breathed into his ear.

“I love you, too, soon-to-be Annabeth Jackson.” Percy replied huskily. A tingle went down his spine when she said his full name.

“Did I miss something?” Will said, panting as he charged back up the hill. He had the ingredients in hand. The couple looked up at Will, and Annabeth couldn’t keep her smile down.

“He’s going to be okay.” She said, reaching for the water bottle and cup of salt. Will handed over the ingredients, blinking in confusion. She poured some of the water into the cup of salt and handed the remaining bottle to Percy. He started swigging down the water. The color began to come back to him almost as fast as it had when the nectar and ambrosia were administered. Annabeth quickly mixed the salt with the water. It was counter intuitive, making salt water to drink. Any rational mortal or demigod would tell you that. Even Poseidon himself would tell you that. But this was Percy, the son of Poseidon. In between purified freshwater sips, he would take in a bit of the salt water. Annabeth’s brain was screaming at her to stop him from drinking, but before she could act, Percy made the one logical move she could think of: After only sipping twice from the salt water mixture, he dumped the rest over his head. This gave Percy just enough strength to stand. He took a deep breath and thrusted a hand in his pocket. He retrieved his magical sword, Riptide. His shoulders fell an inch, as if a weight had been lifted. It was then when Will took notice of what really had happened.

“Well, damn. Now I miss all the fun. Congratulations, you two.” Will smiled. Percy looked at Will, and then to Annabeth. He took her hand, lacing his fingers through hers.

“It wasn’t what I had planned, but what matters is her answer.” Percy had that trouble-maker’s side smile on his face. Annabeth looked up at him, a good couple inches shorter than Percy and gave her signature lip curl at him. Almost as soon as it was there, it was gone, as her brow knitted and looked at the hostile forces. The sun was beginning to set.

“Oh, gods.” Annabeth breathed. Where had the time gone? It was just the early afternoon.

“Damn.” Percy cursed. “Looks like we’re gonna be late for that reservation dinner.”

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stoll brother headcanons for the soul please

Here we go away for a second fucking time. Anon this is not directed at you but my fucked up Wi-Fi and I’m so very sorry you won’t ever get to see the original masterpiece.

Two hours I worked on that TWO HOURS

TW: mentions of war, death, blood, hinted child neglect and abuse. None of this is really discussed in detail until the very last hc, but that’s pretty tame.

Travis

Everyone seemed him as an open book. The brother who forgives without a second thought, who doesn’t have a care in the world.

That’s actually wrong. Kinda.

He does forgive easily, too easily, but he never forgets and because he never forgets there is a time when he’s pushed too far and will never forgive that person again.

Travis held onto to the hope that his father and mother do care for so long, longer than Connor.

The day he held Connor, who was bleeding out, was the day he gave up on his dad. The day something in Travis hardened when it came to their father.

It was when he found their mother, long after the wars but before he really left camp for good, that he stopped loving her. She had a new family, a new set of kids, one boy one girl. She had a husband and a house and a smile that was real. Her favorite blue dress no where in sight and those blue nails he could still remember were replaced by a shorter set with the color of peach.

He never told Connor about it. Never told him how he prayed and begged for his father to help, how he found his mother livings life without the sons she had given up on.

He loves, he will always love them. But Travis stopped thinking they’d ever love him. And his longing for them, his naive hope, died the same day Connor lived, no thanks to them

Travis will always back up Will Solance for this. He can never than the son of Apollo enough for saving his brother

Travis didn’t steal. Well, he did, but it wasn’t that simple. He was diagnosed with kleptomania when he was 23 years old

When Travis stills it’s not because he wants to, it’s because he can’t help it. He stopped trying to explain that once he turned 13, no one but Connor ever listened.

He hated it. Hated that he took things he didn’t even want, didn’t have a need for. It was the flowers in Katie’s hair, a stray paintbrush at the arts and crafts table, a box of bandages from Will, it was nothing but it was enough for him and his brother to gain a reputation.

Travis hates lying. Hates it more than anything.

He doesn’t lie, never could, hated the bitter taste of it on his tongue. He’s learned to talk circles around people, to say something that has a completely different meaning than they think.

It’s a habit that his siblings who he raises pick up from him, even those with a differently godly parent. They all learned he hates lying, but no one other than Connor knows why.

He always knows when someone is lying. Can feel it burn on his skin and leave a terrible taste in his mouth, even if the lie isn’t directed at him.

This gift from his father is more of a curse than anything else. And he’s so very thankful that no one other than his brother knows about it. He’s not sure he could stomach being used as a lie detector in any war.

When he goes to college at camp jupiter he tries to start fresh

It’s cutting his hair in different styles again and again until he’s so good at it others are coming up asking him to do theirs.

It’s coloring his hair, changing his outfits and listening to every genre of music there is, hoping that when he looks in the mirror he’ll finally feel at home

Despite how nice everyone is, now he isn’t out casted for being a child of Hermes, this place isn’t home. These people aren’t his family and they don’t want to be. It’s just as suffocating as camp half blood if a bit more manageable

Slowly he talks and less with everyone who isn’t Connor. He’s at college, he’s busy and so are they. They don’t have time for big brother Travis, they have their own cabins now. Their own responsibilities. And they’re getting use to not seeing him every day.

It hurts more than he wasn’t to admit

He goes through just about every major there as well until he somehow ends up deciding he wants to work with kids, when then transfers to him wanting to be a teacher

Connor

He’s the bitter brother. Less forgiving, more prone to snap and snarl. The one who people need to work to earn respect and forgiveness

Connor holds grudges easily, he is bitter and you do have to work to earn his forgiveness. But he always forgives in the end.

As he gets older it’s easier for Connor to move on, he’s shared his anger and hurt instead of ignoring it. He’s okay with where he’s at

Connor despite how much he hates his mother, father, and Luke knows he will never stop loving them

In a perfect world if given the chance, if they proved themselves to him, he’s forgive them for everything in a heartbeat

He hates his mom for leaving them without a second glance, hates her for hurting Travis, but he loves her. He loves the woman who held him when he cried, even if it was rare. He misses the woman who made pillow forts with he and Travis on stormy nights, if she was home.

His dad is and will always be complicated. Connor hates him for Luke, blames him for Luke. Blames him for he and his brother and their entire cabin becoming outcasts in the one place that should have been home. Hates his dad for letting them stay unclaimed for a year. Loves him for keeping Travis alive through not one but two wars. Loves him for never actually milking him despite the unkind thoughts Connor has had, has even shared with him in his anger.

Luke his big brother and Luke on the other side of the battlefield are two very different people in his mind. One he loves the other he hates

Connor ends up as a mechanic once he leaves camp.

Travis helped him find a trading school for it once Connor realized it’s what he wanted to do. Connor will never forget the smile on his brothers face the day he was accepted into the school and the day he had a makeshift graduation

Connor always loved pulling things apart to put them together again. But it was never something he could really explore at camp. He was a child of Hermes, and children of Hermes weren’t mechanics

Part of Connor decided to do it to spite his father another part to try and figure out who he was outside of his godly parent, outside of his cabin and camp

Somehow he reconnected with Leo Valdez, who ends up getting him to visit came again and help out with the next generation of demigods

Connor loves it. They accept him so easily and they look up to him. He’s a demigod who found a future that doesn’t have to do with his godly parent and if he mentions how his brother is a teacher despite being a child of Hermes than Travis never has to know

Connor doesn’t stay at camp often but he does make sure to visit

Connor never really cut off contact with everyone but he didn’t try to keep talking to them when they stopped

Part of it was because he was bitter on his brother behalf. They stopped talking to Travis. And maybe his brother didn’t really try to keep contact but Travis was never one to reach out first

But with time Connor ends up sending the birthday texts and does the odd Iris message here and there. If it goes unanswered than that’s not his problem

He’s in better connection with everyone mostly because of and through Leo though. Leo ends up as one of his closest friends, one of his only friends from the world of being a demigod

Connor hates Percy Jacobson

He will always stand behind Percy in war. Will always follow his lead. And he knows, he knows he shouldn’t blame Percy but he does.

Annabeth Chade had a new best friend when Percy came. She left camp, left what he had then considered home still. Left him, left the small makeshift family of year rounders (which had been such a smaller group before the war)

He’s the reason to many are dead. And really that’s not true. Connor knows it’s not Percy’s fault, that Percy blames himself already. But he hates him anyways

And the worst thing of all, he blames him for Luke. Not as much as he blames his father but he still blames him.

Percy Jackson is when his life took a turn for the worst and while the son of Poseidon had no real control Connor can’t help but to hate him

Both

It actually took a bit of time for the Hermes cabin to accept the

Despite staying unclaimed for a year it didn’t change the fact that they were full blooded brothers who weren’t twins. That for some reason Hermes went back even after Travis was born.

Everyone seemed to think this meant they were his favorites, or at least they were favored in some form by him

Travis was pretty sure their dad forgot who their mother was until he went home with her and came face to face with a baby Travis

When they became head counselor’s it was accepted at first. There was two of them, they weren’t even the oldest children of Hermes.

But they were the only year rounder then, the only ones who have been at camp nearly as long as Annabeth Chase.

They may have raised half the camp, they may have been The big brothers but no matter how much they loved their siblings they never truly felt at home in the Hermes cabin.

They each have a shoebox (that can magically expand) which holds the most important possessions they have, even if it’s mostly for memories

Travis has the first birthday card Connor ever made it. Connor was five and he was seven, he had always made sure to get and give something to Connor but on his seventh birthday for perhaps the first time Travis received a gift. A paper filled with a tiny hand prints and splatters of colors.

There’s also a flower, that he convinced Lou Ellen to preserve for him, that Katie had put in his year. A small reminder of a time when they didn’t hate each other’s guts. When they only had soft smiles for each other and bright eyes.

Travis has at least one card from every sibling. Which isn’t much, no one really paid attention to his or Connor’s birthday, but the fact that there were any at all meant the world to him

He has one picture of his mother and father, funny enough it has both of them. From before even he was born, both with smiles on their faces.

He has many pictures of everyone else in his life and only one with him. He’s with Connor and they’re caught mid-laugh, bandages wrapped all over them and there’s a finger cutting off a corner of it. Travis distantly remembers a laughing Will taking the picture.

Connor has an old stuffed bunny, he can’t remember when he first got it but he knows Travis is the one who gave it to him.

He has a origami flower, a gift from a son of Aphrodite. Connor’s not sure why he kept it but he’s never been able to throw it out

He has letters, letter after letter from Travis. All from when his brother left camp, some from his time in college and some from his time in the mortal world.

They have matching bracelets from their father

Neither have any idea what they actually do, if they do anything at all

Both say they keep it on, as a reminder of each other when apart. Something that shows how connected they are.

Which is true but it’s also nice to have a reminder that even if it was just once, their dad has thought about them.

It’s leather bracelets, with one green gem in each, and a small charm for their father. A shoe with wings.

They both hate strawberries

They never enjoyed them before camp. The fruit always either too sweet or too bitter

It always felt like no matter what every corner they turned there was a strawberry. Strawberry this strawberry that, at every meal every day. Loved by all campers except them.

The smells of strawberries brought them back to moments full of blood and screams. The color made them sick, too similar to the blood of their friends.

Strawberries reminded them of camp, of summer, of war and death. Strawberries was something they hate and would always hate.

#whatoh answers asks #anon #I’m so very tired it’s now 2am #travis stoll #travis stoll my beloved #connor stoll #connor stoll my beloved #whatoh talks pjo #pjo headcanons #I still miss my og masterpiece of an answer #hope you like it anon!!

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