#Moa

[carelessflower]

me on my way to annoy you hehehe

on my way! to live yet another day in my fucking life.

[kikiiidym]

hii! could you please do a jason grace x reader where reader is a very famous actress and jason is their non celebrity bf?

“More Than a Spotlight”

WARNING: NONE! PAIRING: Jason Grace x Actress! reader A/N: I once said that I'm an actress and I got SWARMED w questions oml, no, I'm not recognized YET but I will be one day, trust.

Jason wasn’t used to flashing cameras, velvet ropes, or being called Mr. Y/N L/N like it was his actual name.

But he’d never say it bothered him. Not really.

Because every time you looked at him across the chaos of red carpets or gala crowds, he knew exactly why he was there.

For you.

Not for the fame. Not for the luxury. For the girl who curled into his chest when the world felt too loud. The one who left eyeliner marks on his hoodies. The one who still texted him from set with things like

“They brought me the wrong smoothie and I thought of you because you’d never forget my order :(”.

You met him at a bookstore in Brooklyn. You had a hat pulled low and oversized sunglasses on, thinking you were being subtle. Jason had bumped into you by accident.

Literally.

He knocked your book out of your hands and muttered, “Sorry, I didn’t see—wait...you’re—”

And then, blessedly, he didn’t say your name like everyone else did. He blinked. Then smiled. “...the girl holding my favorite book.”

You laughed. “Really? The Song of Achilles?”

“Hurts so good.”

You ended up talking in the aisle for an hour. No selfies. No asking for autographs. Just two people debating tragic Greek heroes like nerds in a mythology class.

You left your number on his receipt.

Dating you came with a spotlight Jason never asked for. Paparazzi staked out his apartment once the relationship went public. Twitter speculated about how long it would last. Tabloids called him “The Civilian Arm Candy” or worse—“The Blonde Nobody.”

He never said anything. But you knew it wore on him.

He was the son of a civilian nobody. He was just a student finishing college. A normal person. He didn’t need cameras or luxury. But he chose you.

And he stayed.

Every film premiere. Every fashion week. Every exhausting press circuit.

Jason Grace, in a black suit, quietly holding your hand in the background while the world screamed your name.

One night, after a grueling award ceremony, you kicked off your heels and collapsed on your penthouse couch with a groan.

Jason sat beside you, tossing his blazer over a chair. “You okay?”

You looked at him, mascara slightly smudged, dress bunched at your waist, heart full of the ache that only fame could cause.

“They asked me again,” you said quietly.

He knew what you meant.

The reporters. The questions. “Are you two still together?” “Is he just a fling?” “How does someone like him keep up with a megastar like you?”

Jason didn’t answer right away.

You turned toward him, fingers brushing his. “Tell me the truth. Is it too much?”

His brows pulled together. “What?”

“All of this. The cameras. The chaos. Me. I didn’t ask for this life—but I chose it. And you didn’t. You didn’t choose to be in the public eye.”

Jason reached out and cupped your cheek, thumb tracing just under your eye.

“I didn’t choose the spotlight,” he said. “But I chose you. And I’ll keep choosing you, whether it’s in a five-star hotel or a gas station parking lot.”

Your throat tightened.

“You always know exactly what to say.”

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple. “That’s because I know you. Not the actress. Not the tabloid name. Just you.”

And in that quiet space between paparazzi and premieres, the two of you curled up together, tangled limbs and whispered secrets under soft blankets, with the window open and the city lights glittering outside.

Here, in this ordinary peace, was a love extraordinary.

Bonus Moment: Red Carpet Chaos

You were running late to a major movie premiere. Hair and makeup were rushing you. Stylists were fixing your train. And somewhere in the chaos, Jason slipped in through the back, dressed sharp but clearly a little out of place.

When you saw him across the crowd, your whole face lit up.

One photographer caught the moment—your eyes softening, your body angling toward him instinctively. Jason reaching for your hand like there was no one else in the world.

The photo went viral.

Caption: "The way he looks at her like she's just a girl, not a goddess. That’s real."

And the comments? Pretty out of hand.

@Nancybobo “Forget celebrities. I want a Jason Grace.” @Tojissluttt "I'VE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR MONTHS N YOU GUYS WOULDN'T LISTEN 😭" @Ynslefttoe "Can Y/N fight? cuz DAMN I need him." @PiperMczim "Chat I bet he whimpers." @ThaliaGraceigg "Y'all bitches are weird asf, go touch some damn grass."

And the edits? secretly saved in your phone.

[camp-jupiter-demigod]

Page 511 of Moa

"Nico started crawling away, groaning. Percy wanted him to move faster and groan less. He considered throwing his Wonder bread at him."

This had me cackling for like 2 minutes straight

[bang-chan-my-man]

[boobookittenartblog]

Giant Moa by Zdenek Burian 

[justaz]

I beg. Please. Reread the books. I need the reliance on fanon to stop. Canon is right there.

No one “debated saving Nico”. They all agreed immediately to save him:

When Percy was dreaming of Nico trapped in the jar he said: “‘Nico,’ Percy said, ‘where is this place? We'll save you....’” - Literally the first time he sees Nico, he decides that they’re going to save him

Then after Percy tells everyone at the table, their reaction is: “‘The giants are trying to lure us," Annabeth said. ‘They're assuming we'll try to rescue him.’ / ‘Well, they're right!’ Hazel looked around the table, her confidence apparently crumbling. ‘Won't we?’ / ‘Yes!’ Coach Hedge yelled with a mouthful of napkins. ‘It'll involve fighting, right?’ / ‘Hazel, of course we'll help him,’ Frank said. ‘But how long do we have before... uh, I mean, how long can Nico hold out?’” - Of course Hazel agrees immediately, as does Coach Hedge and Frank

After discussing the seeds, Piper says: “‘That's not much time,’ Piper summed up. She put her hand on Hazel's shoulder. ‘We'll find him. At least we know what the lines of the prophecy mean now. 'Twins snuff out the angel's breath, who holds the key to endless death.' Your brother's last name: di Angelo. Angelo is Italian for 'angel.'’” - Piper agrees immediately and brings up the prophecy which reaffirms the importance of Nico and a key part he plays in the quest, which means they need to save him

Percy introspection and final vocal agreement: “Percy stared at his jelly donut. He had a rocky history with Nico di Angelo. The guy had once tricked him into visiting Hades's palace, and Percy had ended up in a cell. But most of the time, Nico sided with the good guys. He certainly didn't deserve slow suffocation in a bronze jar, and Percy couldn't stand seeing Hazel in pain. ‘We'll rescue him,’ he promised her. ‘We have to. The prophecy says he holds the key to endless death.’” - Which is the set up for what people are actually in such an uproar about, the questioning of Nico’s loyalty even though the question is completely valid as Percy points out here. Nico is more a rogue agent, he does his own thing like when he lured Percy down to the Underworld to receive information about his mother. Sure he didn’t know what Hades would do, but Percy didn’t know there was a deviation to the plan in the first place - a plan in which he was already risking his life, trusting in Nico only to be betrayed even if Nico didn’t mean for it to be one.

Argo II scoreboard right now is 5/8 vocally agreeing to save him, no matter what the rest say, the votes are in favor of a rescue mission, especially with the importance the prophecy places on Nico. The only ones who haven’t vocally agreed to save him are Annabeth, Leo, and Jason.

Leo starts the vocal questioning of the safety and security of the plan: “‘Uh...’ Leo shifted in his chair. ‘One thing. The giants are expecting us to do this, right? So we're walking into a trap?’ / Hazel looked at Leo like he'd made a rude gesture. ‘We have no choice!’” - Leo is simply questioning the plan and Hazel reacts viscerally because she’s so focused in on Nico being in danger that the slightest hesitation seems like a worse problem than it is. Nothing against Hazel, I’d react the same way if it was my brother, but still Leo never said “let’s not save this emo loser” he’s just saying that there is a clear threat posed here that they’re walking right up to

Leo and Jason voice the same opinion: “‘Don't get me wrong, Hazel. It's just that your brother, Nico... he knew about both camps, right?’ / ‘Well, yes,’ Hazel said. / ‘He's been going back and forth,’ Leo said, ‘and he didn't tell either side.’ / Jason sat forward, his expression grim. ‘You're wondering if we can trust the guy. So am I.’” - They don’t question saving him, they question the plan and Nico’s loyalty. For good reason. Again, Nico is established more as a rogue agent. Who’s to say he didn’t side with the giants and is in cahoots with them to lure the Seven into this trap for Gaea to bring Bianca or his mother back? They’re pointing out concerns and questions, it’d be idiotic to go into this situation with a half-baked plan and no backups if they don’t consider all possibilities and Nico’s loyalty has always been up in the air which is a huge red flag in this situation

Climax of the “debate”: “Hazel shot to her feet. ‘I don't believe this. He's my brother. He brought me back from the Underworld, and you don't want to help him?’ / Frank put his hand on her shoulder. ‘Nobody's saying that.’ He glared at Leo. ‘Nobody had better be saying that.’ / Leo blinked. ‘Look, guys. All I mean is-‘ / ‘Hazel,’ Jason said. ‘Leo is raising a fair point. I remember Nico from Camp Jupiter. Now I find out he also visited Camp Half-Blood. That does strike me as... well, a little shady. Do we really know where his loyalties lie? We just have to be careful.’” - And then Hazel blows up and storms off. Frank reassured Hazel that no one was saying that then gave Leo the push to make it clear that wasn’t what he was saying and that’s what Leo was going to do (clarifying his point) before Jason cuts in and defends Leo from the offense that Hazel is on. He reaffirms that they’re just questioning his loyalty, they have to be careful when going to rescue him, they never said they would leave him to suffocate and rot.

Please stop this propaganda and reread the books or at least the wiki. I swear fanon has y’all in a goddamn chokehold.

Anyways, here’s the apology scene so y’all will maybe shut up:

“‘…Sometimes demigods make bad choices.’ He looked sheepishly at Hazel. ‘Like sometimes we're too suspicious. And we speak without thinking.’ / Hazel stared at him. Slowly it seemed to dawn on her that he was apologizing. / Jason elbowed Leo. / ‘Ow!’ Leo yelped. ‘I mean, yeah...bad choices. Like not trusting people's brothers who, you know, might need saving. Hypothetically speaking.’” - Apologizing for being suspicious and not trusting Nico, not apologizing for not wanting to save him, apologizing for their suspicious words against Nico’s loyalties hurting Hazel

[viasdreams]

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soobin as your loser bff !! (he want you so bad)

a/n: does this make me a loser since i just made him like all the things i like??? 😞 also bunny girl senpai being his fav anime will never not make me laugh

fake text m.list ☁︎⋅

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

i raise you: percy tying his camp necklace around annabeth's neck before she goes on the mark of athena quest.

[knuppitalism-with-ue]

Results from the Flocking #paleostream

Han solo, Tameryraptor, Rhizodus and Dinornis.

And yes, there is a trilobite relative that is named Han solo, no joke.

[aficionadoenthusiast]

"annabeth's abusive! she judo flipped percy!" y'all they grew up in a combat camp. they trained together. they probably practiced that move on each other. they've been fighting side by side for so long that they can perfectly complement each other by predicting the other's movements. the judo flip was a show of trust and a reassurance that they were still in tune after half a year apart.

[liesmultixxx]

losing my mind at “Percy is everything to me”

also you’re literally talking to the wise girl alright 🙄 what she says goes

[nemfrog]

Heavy-footed moa, Pachyornis elephantopus. Tierleben : allgemeine Kunde des Tierreichs. v.6. 1911.

Internet Archive

[kikiiidym]

hi! i do not know if you write for disabled reader, but could you please do a jason grace x yn fic where the reader is a visually impaired daughter of poseidon?

“Guided by Stormlight”

WARNING: NONE! PAIRING: Jason Grace x F! visually disabled reader A/N: Honestly, I've never thought abt writing for disabled readers! But I really enjoyed writing this and thank you sm for requesting this!!

Jason noticed her before he even knew her name.

She stood near the shoreline most mornings, early enough that mist still clung to the earth like a dream half-remembered. A white cane touched the sand with measured grace, but her posture was proud, steady—powerful. The ocean seemed to hush in her presence.

At first, he thought she might be praying. Or listening. But he learned later that she didn’t need to listen to hear. She felt the world in ways Jason had never even considered.

A daughter of Neptune. Not Poseidon—Neptune, she’d correct with a tiny, amused smirk. Roman like him.

That small fact became a bridge between them. Two children of gods who were feared more often than adored. Two hearts shaped by duty, power, and the aching need for connection.

They met properly during combat training.

She wore sea-green armor that shimmered like fish scales, and though she couldn't see her opponents, she moved like water—fluid, precise, unpredictable.

Jason had been chosen to spar with her. At first, he hesitated. Not because he thought she couldn’t fight—but because part of him didn’t want to hurt her.

She noticed instantly.

“Don’t hold back on my account, Grace,” she said, her head tilted with a challenging smirk. “You’ll regret it.”

He did.

She swept his legs out from under him using a pulse of water through the ground, then pinned him with her trident at his throat before he could even summon a gust of wind.

Jason blinked up at her. “That’s cheating.”

“No,” she said, stepping back with a grin. “That’s training smarter.”

From that moment on, he was hooked.

They became friends first. Easy conversation, gentle teasing. Jason would describe the sunrise to her during breakfast. She'd tell him stories of how the sea spoke in pulses and vibrations, how she could tell storms were coming by the pressure in her bones.

Sometimes, when they walked together through camp, her fingers would brush his arm—light as a feather, grounding herself in the space. Jason started offering his elbow without thinking. She’d smile each time.

“I can manage fine on my own, you know,” she told him one day.

“I know,” he replied softly. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to walk beside you.”

She was quiet for a long moment after that.

One night, after a skirmish with a rogue group of empousai on the edge of the forest, Jason found her alone by the lake, wrapping a thin bandage around her palm.

“You’re hurt,” he said, kneeling beside her.

“It’s nothing,” she muttered, stubborn.

Jason took her hand gently, peeling back the cloth. A clean slice ran across her palm, shallow but raw.

He began carefully re-wrapping it, his fingers brushing hers. “Why didn’t you let someone help?”

“Because sometimes,” she whispered, “people only help out of pity. Not because they believe I can fight. Or win.”

Jason’s brows drew together. “I’ve never pitied you. I admire you.”

She turned her head slightly toward him. “Do you mean that?”

“I mean every word.”

Silence stretched between them, full of tension and unspoken feeling.

Then she said, so softly it was almost a breeze, “Sometimes I hate not being able to see. I hate not knowing what someone’s face looks like when they laugh. Or what a storm cloud looks like when it rolls in. You talk about the sky like it’s a painting, and I... I’ll never see what you see.”

Jason’s heart ached. He reached up and gently took her hand, pressing it to his face.

“Then feel it. I want you to know what I look like when I smile. When I care.”

Her fingers traced his cheek, his jawline, the curve of his mouth. His skin was warm under her touch, his breath catching.

Her hand trembled slightly. “You’re smiling.”

“I always do, when I’m with you.”

And then, as natural as the tide, she leaned into him. He cradled her face with infinite care, brushing his lips across hers in a kiss that was gentle, sure, and full of things neither of them had dared say aloud.

When they pulled apart, she whispered, “What do you see right now?”

Jason smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “A girl stronger than the sea. Braver than lightning. And mine—if she wants to be.”

She laughed, small and breathless. “That’s cheesy, Grace.”

“You love it.”

She nodded, resting her forehead against his. “Yeah... I do.”

From then on, they were inseparable.

He described the world for her in colors and shapes, while she grounded him with quiet wisdom and the unwavering calm of the ocean. Jason became her eyes when she needed them. She became his anchor when his storms grew too wild.

And every morning, when she stood by the waves, cane brushing the surf, Jason would come stand beside her—not because she needed him, but because he wanted to be near her when the world felt at peace.

“I’ll always walk beside you,” he said once.

She smiled.

“I know.”

[camp-jupiter-demigod]

I literally know how MoA ends, and I'm STILL nervous they won't reach Nico in time to save him

[cypressure]

flocking 1/17 -- Han solo, Tameryraptor, Rhizodus, Dinornis