#charlie the pegasis

[school-trip-comic]

refs part 1!!!

[a-bunny-and-a-catfox]

[a-h-li]

I saw some Alastor pony designs floating around and NEEDED to indulge my silly little obsession

[violent-cinnamonroll]

Hi there! I'm Aria, daughter of Clarisse La Rue and Silena Beauregard. A lot of people run away when I say that- no idea why. My moms are amazing!

NAME: Aria Nicole La Rue

ALIAS: Aria, Ari, Riri, Ria, Nicole, Nikki

AGE: 15 and a half :D

WEAPONS: Electric spear

RELATIONS: Clarisse La Rua (mom), Silena Beauregard (mama), Ares (grandfather), Aphrodite (grandmother), Charles Beckendorf (donor - uncle)

PERSONALITY: very nice, energetic, kind and friendly to everyone until you do something she disapproves of, waaay to energetic on sugar, a little oblivious, violent in an innocent way.

FATAL FLAWS: Insecurity, Naivety

FEARS: atychiphobia, drakons

HOBBIES: training, riding pegasi, making flower crowns

SEXUALITY: Panromantic, Demiromantic, Asexual

APPEARANCE: long, super curly brown hair; coffee colored skin; the warmest brown eyes ever with specks of green; 5'3

"why do you believe so little in yourself? find who you are, truly. don't let people cover you in masks and labels. let those who don't accept you leave, but do not change to make them stay."

MY FRIENDS!

@daredevil-larue MY SISTER LUCY!! :DD

@percy-jackson-xxx Uncle Percy! No idea why mom doesn't like him. Mama says he's nice though!

@sincerely-anniejackson Aunt Annabeth! She's scary in a cool way, like my mom.

@ghost-king-and-thebones Uncle Nico!

@doctor-sunshine-andcarebears Uncle Will!

@chasing-that-jackson Charlie! Aunt Annabeth and Uncle Percy's kid.

@ineedtoescapefromreality Echo and Rosalyn! Aunt Piper and Aunt Shel's kids.

@leo-repairguy-valdez Uncle Leo!

@iggy-mini-miny-moe Iggy! Uncle Jason and Uncle Leo's kid.

@notwillingtobefound Will! Uncle Jason and Uncle Leo's kid, Iggy's brother.

@daffy-not-a-duck Daffy! Uncle Will and Uncle Nico's kid.

@olivernothere Oliver! Uncle Will and Uncle Nico's kid, Daffy's brother.

@hey-guys-its-sam Sam! Aunt Hazel and Uncle Frank's kid.

@yourfavoriteadoptedkid Eloise! Aunt Hazel and Uncle Frank's kid, Sam's sister.

@not-a-panda Pandora! Aunt Katie and Uncle Travis' kid.

@drea-and-nico Andrea and Nico! Uncle Nico's siblings, which is weird.

@praetor-ambrose-asher Ambrose! Praetor in New Rome.

@regulus-a-star Regulus! Son of Ares.

@overwhelmingly-his-son Lukas! Son of um... Luke Castellan?

@evan-is-here Evan! Son of Nike.

@the-poison-and-the-sky Donna! Aunt Annabeth and Uncle Percy's kid from another universe.

@morningstar-of-the-night Kallisto! Adopted by the Hunters.

@estxiell-e Aunt Estelle! Uncle Percy's sister.

TAGS!

spears everywhere! - ic posts

nap time! - ooc posts

aria socializes! - asks

aria's been picked up! - ft. clarisse and silena

SONGS!

ooc: again, lmk if u have suggestions!

[eleajay]

Charlie’s wings

Saw somewhere on Hazbin wiki that Charlie has wings as well? I dunno, but hey! An excuse to let me draw her some wacky designs! Sure why not lol

(Btw the Chinese in p1 says “referenced swan wings” on the left and “referenced hummingbird wings” on the right.)(And p4 is the back of the wings.)

So my headcanon is that Lilith has 1 pair of wings, with the outer being pure golden and inner black with golden stripes, the pattern similar to Adam’s, since I think Lilith was supposed to have wings basically identical to Adam’s had she not been cast out of heaven, so her demonic version of the wings just coloured the inner side black.

Charlie, on the other hand, had never actually summoned her own wings before. She loved her parents’ wings back when she was little, but couldn’t quite summon her own due to her young age. As she grew up and grew rebellious, she became more or less a bit distant from her parents, and since wings aren’t exactly required in her everyday life, she kinda just forgot about it altogether. After the battle with Adam tho, she was reminded of how having wings could have saved her from falling and having to wait for dad to catch her, so she just decides to ask Lucifer to teach her how to summon the wings.

Lucifer had thought her wings would either be 1 pair like Lilith, or be 3 pairs like him. He even thought it might be 2 pairs, but never did he imagine it was going to be 1 on the right and 3 on the left. The imbalance made it extra hard for Charlie to learn how to fly, but she did eventually (don’t ask me how I’m not an expert in aerodynamics and if it doesn’t make sense I’m just gonna call it hellborn magic like how Pegasi in MLP are able to fly) So, she’s not very good at flying and she won’t resort to it if not absolutely necessary, but she sometimes pulls them out just standing on the ground to scare off bad people, ldk.

Also my headcanon is that there’s actually a spell to summon your wings and hide them back, it’s not very long or complicated, but it’s not in any demon language, or any human language for that matter, it’s in angelic language. Charlie couldn’t learn it when she was young, because dad and mom never speaks angelic tongue and all the demons she grew up around don’t know it either. Lucifer and Lilith were from heaven, and they have been using the spell for like, ten thousand years, they’re so fluent with it they can use it silently. (think silent spells in Harry Potter I guess?) While Charlie can’t really do that with certainty yet, when she tries to use it silently it sometimes doesn’t work.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

In the Last Unicorn Chaggie AU; what if Charlie, after accepting both her inner Red Bull and her unicorn heritage, becomes the first pegasus?

The Red Bull in your AU was created from the blood of people slain by unicorns, and Pegasus in Greek Mythology was born from Medusa’s blood after Perseus killed her.

Pliny the Elder wrote about pegasi with two, gazelle-like horns living in Ethiopia.

im gonna have Unicorn!Vaggie drink Red Bull Pegasus!Charlie's blood and now they BOTH have wings. the red bull gave vaggie wings

they are flying off into the sunset together. goodbyeeeee :D

[hotpoopymilk]

for better or worse the recent live action adaptations have violently thrown me back into my pjo and alta phases. so naturally, here are some headcannons for an alta au that takes place in the riordanverse:

sokka and katara are legacies of neptune, born and raised in new rome

katara inherited water-bending powers and sokka is a master swordsman and can talk to horses and fish cause why tf not

katara was offered a spot in the first cohort bc of her waterbending, but turned it down to be in the fifth cohort with sokka, who was always severely underestimated by the romans

zuko is a son of hephaestus with fire-bending powers

zuko fought on kronos' side during the titan war and saw luke as a big brother figure

zuko defected from the titan army and returned to camp half-blood after learning about his brother, charlie beckendorf's, death

zuko feels a lot of guilt surrounding beckendorf's death and believes that he is the one to blame, he runs away from CHB and eventually finds his way to Camp Jupiter

aang is a son of jupiter born before the "no kids" pact

jupiter decided to take a page out of hades' book and aang, similar to the di angelo's, was held frozen in time at the lotus hotel

jupiter sucks and totally forgot about aang so aang was trapped in the hotel waaay longer than the di angelo's

right after jason goes missing, katara has a dream about a son of jupiter trapped inside a building with a white lotus on the door

reyna, sokka, and katara go on a rescue mission to get jason, but instead find aang and bring him back to camp (yay!)

toph is a legacy of pluto and comes from a very rich and powerful family in new rome

toph wasn't required to do "military service" at camp jupiter because of her blindness

toph keeps her earth-bending abilities a secret to that she's not forced to serve in the roman army

appa and momo are pegasi (and yes, that means sokka can talk to them. they talk mad shit when he's on stable-cleaning duty)

suki is a hunter of artemis, sorry sokka :(

yue is a daughter of apollo, and also a hunter of artemis (sokka literally cannot win, sorry dude)

that's all for now, folks!

[eggsandmasks]

Sooo....

I've designed some MOTP characters in Pony Town. I know my designs might need some improvement, and I'm willing to hear any sort of opinions or feedback you guys have on them!

(Designs and a little descriptions under the cut!)

First off, we have...

Maddie O'Malley!

In the MLP universe, I've named her Vixen Berry, for how her hair is described as "cranberry red" and a "particular someone's" comment on her being a "fiery vixen" (I can't remember the exact comment but if you know, you know).

She's a Kirin raised in Concordia (which I've yet to find an MLP equivalent to) by her mother. Due to this, she knows little about the culture of the Kirin and the groves they come from.

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Next up...

Charles Dupont!

I've yet to really put down a name for him in the MLP world but so far, the only ideas I've got are Sunny Gear and Sunbolt. I wanted to find a name that would nail down his personality and his career as an inventor, but none of them appear to stick yet. Feel free to leave a suggestion or two in he replies!

If you're wondering why he's got wings, it's because he built them himself. Why they're not attached to any sort of power source? Well, in this world, Charlie gained his cutie mark through both his intellect and his ability to make any gadget or machine come to life with single touch of his magic. With this ability, he was able to build himself a pair of mechanical wings that could work without a power source and can be controlled like a biological pair. He hopes to get these patented so he can distribute them to ponies that dream of taking to the skies, and to pegasi that can't fly.

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Finally, in this batch, we have...

Diego del Lobo!

(my dear brain-eating amoeba)

In this universe, his name is Giedo (his regular name, with the G and D switched) as it is a regular naming convention for griffins to have names starting with the letter G. I've also made an alternative design of him as a unicorn with the name Wolfheart.

So far, I'm pretty attached to the griffin idea a lot more so I'm writing about that for now. I'm keeping the unicorn on the side, though, in case I ever change my mind.

Unlike other griffins, Diego does not come from Griffonstone. Rather, he comes from Equestria's equivalent of Spain, or Madrid. Even then, that's the only place we know that he's from, meaning he could possibly be from somewhere else. He's also a lot more charismatic and charming compared to most other griffins, and he's able to blend in well with the high society in Equestria.

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Well, those are the first batch of MOTP characters I've made in Pony Town. I've got a few more on he backburner, and I'll probably post about them here once I've perfected their designs.

If you guys have any suggestions, feel free to leave 'em here! I know my designs need some perfecting, and some help from you guys would be great!

[alfea]

this or that questions to ask

coke or pepsi?

marinara or alfredo sauce?

crosswords or word searches?

grape or apple juice?

the powerpuff girls or the rowdy ruff boys?

regular or sour skittles?

spongebob or patrick?

still or sparkling water?

star wars or star trek?

peanut butter or jelly?

rain or shine?

dark or white chocolate?

finding nemo or finding dory?

physical media or streaming?

strawberry or chocolate pocky?

naruto or sasuke?

wired or wireless headphones?

vampires or werewolves?

socks or barefoot?

porcelain or plastic dolls?

black or polar bears?

sunrise or sunset?

toy story or toy story 2?

warm or cool colours?

pancakes or waffles?

long or short sleeves?

big or small dogs?

denim or leather jackets?

ds or 3ds?

warm or cool showers?

hard or gummy candy?

ceiling lights or lamps?

groudon or kyogre?

unicorns or pegasi?

pink or red starburst?

mini or maxi skirts?

winx club or totally spies?

crt or lcd monitors?

sandals or sneakers?

the sun or the moon?

beer or wine?

paperback or hardcover books?

dubbed or subbed anime?

charlie the unicorn or llamas with hats?

smooth or textured walls?

high heels or flats?

texting or calling?

short or long hair?

washing dishes or doing laundry?

stairs or elevators?

[aroaceleovaldez]

ahhh im the anon that asked about ocs SO cringe oc time!!

her name is charlie shes a centaur relative of chirons!!! her mother isnt blood related to chiron but theyre very close and have been for centuries so she grew up considering him as an uncle. she has a knack for getting into trouble and after a particularly disastrous incident (read: nearly killing a nymph on olympus) her mother sends her to stay w chiron so she can learn some discipline. at first shes totally stoked bc its hero trainer uncle chiron!! is she going to become a hero? will she go on a quest? will she get a prophecy!?!?!?? but no lol she gets there and he drags her around like a teachers assistant and makes her babysit the pegasi.

she gets along very well w mr D for no reason except that she gets on chirons nerves and he encourages it. she sits at the big table during meals too so she ends up bonding alot with mr Ds kids and they reign her in a little.

she likes the other demigods well enough, before she came to camp chiron told them all not to encourage charlie’s nonsense so naturally most of them are actively encouraging charlie’s nonsense.

she rly shines when it comes to looking after the younger kids so thats what chiron leaves her to do most of the time, theyre the only ppl she’ll let ride her around. they showed her a my little pony comic and she reads them all the time in private and wonders what her cutie mark would be was AFFRONTED.

she lowkey… has beef w the pegasi. “omg they think theyre sooo cool because they have wings its like i thought ur patron was poseidon? youd think theyd have gills or something? why would they want to be in the air… they have no loyalty uncle it sickens me” -charlie venting to chiron, who only asked how her day went

she tried his weelchair one time for shits n giggles and it was actually the most uncomfortable thing shes ever experienced BUT she got to try kick flips with the demigods which was a plus

also. any tips for starting a pjo ask blog? or just a pjo blog in general?

she sounds adorable! I love her beef with the pegasi, lol. its always lovely hearing about pjo ocs! and cringe culture is dead i killed it myself live your best life.

as for blog tips - my advice there got a bit long, so i'll make a separate post for it and link it back here when I've posted that!

Edit: Here's the link to the second half of this post

[struckbyelectriclove]

kat has never seen a real horse

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Dimensional Shattered Reflective Crossover (2022)

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this has a lot of tags...

anyway here are the credits...

Credit for Steven Universe series goes to Rebecca Sugar

  Credit for Deltarune & Undertale goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Star Vs The Forces Of Evil goes to Daron Nefcy

Credit for Gravity Falls goes to Alex Hirsch

Credit for The Owl House goes to Dana Terrace

Credit for Amphibia goes to Matt Braly

Credit for My Little Pony: A New Generation goes to Hasbro Studios & Boulder Media Allspark

Credit for My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic goes to Lauren Faust

Credit for Cuphead Series & The Cuphead Show! goes to Studio-MDHR

Credit for Hazbin Hotel goes to Vivienne "Vivziepop" Medrano

Credit for Info-Chan From Yandere Simulator goes to YandereDev

Credit for The Bendy Series goes to Joey Drew Studios Inc.

Credit for Invader Zim goes to Jhonen Vasquez

Credit for The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy goes to Maxwell Atoms

Credit for The Powerpuff Girls goes to Craig McCracken

Credit for DuckTales 2017 series goes to Matt Youngberg & Francisco Angones

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Blossom in this drawing, is suppose to be the same age as Huey,

and they form a friendship, that is why the words “Best Friends” is there for them.

I plan to use this drawing for my tumblr page, too.

and yes both Charlie Morningstar’s Dad & Devil from Cuphead Show,

are wearing sweaters.....

Devil is wearing the Himbo sweater, while Charlie’s Dad Lucifer

is wearing the Eon Boomer sweater.

you have to admit that Devil from The Cuphead Show,

seems to be a Himbo....it might just be me who thinks that.

don’t know if there will be a lot of people who would agree.

if you look up the definition of “Eon” some might understand why I started to use the word “Eon-Boomer”.....and well it can be seen as being around WAY longer than Baby Boomers....I mean, it does make sense if you really REALLY thinking about it....I’m just weird enough to have that pop into my head.

plus if Devil from Cuphead Show, has been around for centuries to even eons, that would make him an Eon-Boomer.

even Octavia’s Dad would be a Eon-Boomer, and let’s see, most of the Hierarchy in Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss....

and it wouldn’t just be in Heck, either....

anyway the reason why Cadance, Shinning Armor and Cozy Glow’s Cutie Marks

are in the same space, has to do with a theory I have that is about Cozy Glow secretly being Shining and Cadance’s daughter.

both Chrysalis and Tirek are Royalty, and Cozy Glow is possibly Royalty,

and she has blue mane, pink coat and is a pegasus.

it does kind of suck that out of all the ponies that don’t get reformed,

it’s Pegasi, I can’t be the only one who notice this, right...?

unless there is a comic that shows different, and I guess I could try to look it up to see if there is a comic canon about a Villain Pegasus being reformed...

but my theory about Cozy Glow is wrong, and maybe she isn’t their daughter.

but it doesn’t change the fact that there could be a reason why she ended up with a twisted view and became corrupted.

and from what we know of the whole ponies throwing some creatures from their native homes in the forest, and right into Tartarus.

oh and let’s not forget, instead of just sending Cozy Glow to the Human World (where Sunset Shimmer lives currently.)

they decide to send her to Tartarus.

I can still like a show but can disagree with certain actions that heroes end up doing, that can do more harm than good.

maybe magic leaving Equestria was Karma.

it’s like you can only misuse magic so much before karma comes to play.

same goes for Star Butterfly scapegoating magic as the problem,

but in truth it was her and her family that were the problem, because of their misuse of the magic.

magic can only become a problem, if it is being misused by it’s wielder.

and I still think Chrysalis became traumatized and it is the reason why she rejects the magic of friendship, and I also believe she isn’t really Thorax and Pharynx’s Mother, and that she was once a pony before being brought back to life as a changeling.

plus Princess Celestia keeping Magical Artifacts that don’t belong to the ponies, and one of them belonging to possibly Thorax and Pharynx’s True Mother....

 it just doesn’t seem right, shouldn’t all those artifacts be returned to the Changelings, Yaks, Dragons, Griffin and Hippogriff...?

and there could be other fans who have been starting to question it as well.

maybe just don’t worry about it for now...

besides Cozy, Shining and Cadance’s Cutie Marks being in this drawing,

this drawing also has Sunny Starscout’s Cutie Mark, too. 

Info-Chan is in her Silhouette form in this drawing, with only her hair and glasses showing.

 I should check to see if there is any new updates for Yandere Simulator.

Sans is in this, but you can only see his mouth and body with a human and monster soul right next to him, and the top half where his eyes and the rest of his head should be, it has Steven Universe instead...

because of the whole Steven Quartz Universe and Sans being one in the same

(but in theory, it would be the human half that becomes Sans, while the gem half continues as Steven in Steven Universe Future.)  

this drawing also has “Eyes, Butterflies and Symbol for Earth.”

The Puppet’s Mask being “Purple” instead of “White”,

kind of reminds me of Purple-Guy, for all we know we might of been tricked and “Purple-Guy” could turn out to be The Puppet of The Classic Animatronics, and Toy-Puppet was their replacement.

I think I will talk about that theory later....

right now I’m going to read one of my FNAF books.       

anyway this is all I have to say, so see ya later and stay safe everyone.                     

[drewlover]

i just realised ruegard isnt that important to the plot of pjo and therefore wouldn’t be featured much and their love story full of pining angst and unsaid ‘i love you’s’ as silena teaches clarisse to be kinder to the pegasi so they’d let her ride them and the tears silena cried when she agreed to be a spy to protect charlie but (more importantly) to protect clarisse and the resentment clarisse secretly has for charlie but also the silent resignation bc she knows that beckendorf could treat silena better than she ever could is all just in my head and is actually not in fact canon and that i only have the patrochilles scene to fall back too

[gaeilgeoirgay]

Whumptober 2021 Day Twenty Six

her deathbed confession

Clarisse is furious when she discovers what Silena has done. Her siblings are gone, her armour is missing and the war chariots are absent from their place. Silena, foolish girl, took Clarisse’s place and is leading Clarisse’s idiot siblings into battle. She is going to have a long talk with them about recognising their own damn sister when the battle is over.

Chris comes to stand by her side at the Pegasus stables and she can feel that he has something to say. She scowls at him and he sighs, ready to spit it out.

“We have to go to Manhattan. Your grudge isn’t worth staying out of this now. I know you feel like your cabin and siblings have been disrespected, and it’s true, but we’ve been building up to this battle for so long, Clar. Michael Yew is dead. Silena told me. Let your grudge die with him, and help our people, Clarisse.” He says, gentle but uncompromising.

Clarisse sighs. She hates it when she’s wrong, but Chris is right. They have to join the battle. She spares a silent prayer for Michael. Even though she hated the ferrety bastard, she would never wish death on a fellow demigod. And she won’t let Kronos win.

“Fine, but we’re taking my chariot. I’m not riding a Pegasus somewhere where Jackson can see me.” She says stubbornly and Chris smiles.

They hook up the chariot and get going as fast as possible, but it’s still half an hour at a pegasus’s top speed to get to New York and Clarisse doesn’t know how much of a headstart Silena has. She urges the pegasi as fast as they can go, just in case.

They see the damage as soon as they cross city limits, buildings streaked with rubble, statues toppled everywhere, unconscious mortals in the street. They see pockets of demigods fighting too, but the main commotion is just outside the Empire State Building.

There’s a godsdamned Drakon there and Clarisse abruptly remembers the prophecy about an Ares child killing one. Prophecies are tricky and the way this one was worded means that only an Ares kid can kill this monster. That’s where her siblings would’ve gone.

Sure enough, there are Ares chariots whirling around the drakon and demigods stabbing at it’s vulnerable spots. And there in Clarisse’s armour, is Silena, facing down the monster with Clarisse’s weapon and Aphrodite’s heritage and Clarisse doesn’t pray often but she’s praying now, not Silena.

She’s too late. She watches helplessly as the drakon spits acid and Silena falls and Clarisse hits the ground running, skidding to a halt next to her best friend, her beautiful face destroyed by the acid, and Clarisse knows this isn’t a wound Silena can come back from. Silena’s already dead, her heart is just waiting to catch up with the program.

Silena fishes out a bracelet and Clarisse’s heart stops. That symbol….. Silena is the spy. No, it can’t be true. But Silena says it is true, her deathbed confession, and Clarisse believes her. The dead have no use for lies.

Silena gasps out her final words. “Charlie… see Charlie.” And Clarisse breaks. She doesn’t break like you’re supposed to when your loved ones die. No, Clarisse isn’t sobbing, she’s pissed and hurt and grieving and Silena’s dead and it’s the drakon’s fault.

So she kills the drakon. She kills it like she’s supposed to and they save Olympus but there’s a gaping hole in her heart that spells out Silena.

Clarisse is so fucking tired of losing people. Her siblings, her friends, even her enemies. So many died in this war and so many were lost and it’s not fair. Life isn’t fair but Clarisse is a demigod and she’s supposed to be used to that but she just wants a break.

She wants to go watch the fireworks with Silena and Beck and Chris, hell even, Percy and Annabeth. But Silena and Beck are dead. But Chris can’t watch the fireworks because he took a wrong turn in the labyrinth once and he saw explosions and fire and it shattered his already fractured mind. But Percy’s smiles are only real when they’re directed at Annabeth. But Annabeth is grieving a monster they all loved once.

When they leave Olympus, the pyres burn for three days. Silena’s shroud is hot pink and it’s got Clarisse’s spear embroidered on it. Clarisse punches anyone who even whispers the word “traitor” and they get the message.

Clarisse watches Silena’s shroud burn and hopes that her friend has found happiness with Beck in Elysium. She could ask Nico, but she’s not sure if she wants to know how the Judges deemed Silena’s worth. So what if she was a traitor? She was one of the best people Clarisse knew, and now she’s dead.

When the pyres have burned out and the people have dissipated, Clarisse goes to the beach. Chris follows her and sits by her side, right where she needs him to be. And Clarisse cries. She sobs and it’s not pretty, but it’s real and raw and Clarisse is so fucking tired of losing people.

Chris holds her the whole time, shedding his own tears for the brother who had led them astray but had turned back to their people in the end. Not for the gods, but for the half-bloods, his reason for doing it all in the first place.

They sit there and cry for their sisters and brothers and siblings who will never get to grow up like mortal kids do. Who will live bright lives and die short deaths in the name of the gods that don’t care about them. Clarisse kind of gets Luke’s point now. She would never betray Camp like he did, but she understands. Maybe he was sick of losing people too.

(a month later, a frantic Annabeth calls a meeting and declares Percy missing. They try so hard to find him but they get a Zeus kid, and Aphrodite kid and a Hephaestus kid. The Aphrodite girl reminds her so much of Silena. Beck would’ve loved the Hephaestus boy. Clarisse just wants Percy to come home, because she’s tired of people leaving and she wants them to come back, just this once. The life of a demigod isn’t fair, but don’t they deserve peace for just a little while at least?)

(the gods say no)

[percabethfiles]

Charlie

Uh... Hello? Anybody still here? I haven't been around in years and years. But I keep my fandoms stored in some corner of my brain waiting for something to tug them out. And of all things this time it was Taylor Swift re-releasing her old songs, because I used to imagine so many percabeth scenes listening to "Fearless". So have this little something that's been sitting unfinished in my archives for years now.

Remember that time Percy saw Sadie Kane and thought “Hey, this is what mine and Annabeth’s daughter would look like”? Yes.

(Also there are small nods to that fic I wrote about Logan, Hidden Heritage, but I've been meaning to re-write it someday because there were SO MANY PLOT HOLES omg)

When they find out it’s a girl it’s a bit too soon to know for sure, or so the doctor tells them. They’ll have to wait for the next appointment to know for certain. “So don’t go buying any tiny dresses yet,” he jokes and they laugh along, but they’ve been together for approximately eighteen years now, they can tell what the other’s thinking with a glance and the ecstatic grin that breaks through their lips lets him know they’re on the same page. Too late. They’re already thinking plush bow and arrows and a Merida costume for her first Halloween.

Percy tries to keep his cool. As the weeks progress, he tries not to get his hopes up, but in his heart he knows already. They hadn’t really had a preference before, they’d been too happy knowing their baby was fully human and had all its limbs (with the number of deities they’d pissed off, you never knew), but a little girl? It feels right after their two boys, it feels like their family will be complete.

(He thinks about a slight blonde girl with streaked hair and a British accent dropping from the sky on a magic camel, remembers thinking “if Annabeth and I had a daughter…” and his chest squeezes tight with happiness so raw he has a little trouble breathing)

When the doctor beams at them next appointment and says “Congratulations, Jackson family, it really is a girl,” he’s not surprised, but no less elated. He doesn’t hear the lame joke about Jackson Five, he’s too busy trying to be a manly man and not burst into tears because he’s going to have a daughter. When Annabeth’s in the other room paying for the appointment, and he’s waiting for the doctor to print the really impressive high tech 3D picture of the ultrasound, the man asks him “So did you go ahead and buy a tiny dress anyway?”

Percy blushes.

The man shakes his head in amusement. “Every time”.

His work colleagues, proud dads of little girls themselves, try to terrorize him with tales of tea parties and future boyfriends, and Percy thinks somewhere in the middle of all that teasing they mean well, but really, he’s mostly annoyed. It’s not like he’s new to parenthood, he’s got two sons already and they seem to be turning out okay, and before, when Logan and Nathan were just a nice dream for the future, there was Estelle, the little sister Percy had never expected, but loved to bits all the same.

And then Charlie is born.

She’s tiny, warm and pink, all curled up in her yellow cable-knit blanket, a tuft of blonde hair peeking out of a tiny, tiny beanie, features scrunched into the most adorable variation of a grumpy face. He’s not new to parenthood, he’s been here twice before, but the rush of affection and protectiveness and awe and raw love is just as genuine. He’s smiling like a dork, can’t seem to stop, walking from side to side, avidly searching her traits. She’s bigger than Nate was when he’d been born, but smaller than Logan. Her hair was light, like Nate’s, would it stay blonde or darken with time? Would her eyes be like his or Annabeth’s? And oh, she had her mother’s nose (they all did).

It never fails to amaze him how such a small, vulnerable being can shake up his whole world until it’s made a space for her. And he’s done this before, he’s no first time sailor this time, he’d thought he had it all under control. But she blinks and looks up at him with half-lidded eyes and a frowny face and—they’re green. Her eyes are the blue-green Logan’s are, Percy’s are.

(He’s got two sons who are his life, and he does love all his children equally, but holding his daughter for the first time, he thinks he understands his friends’ warnings. He doesn’t love her more, it’s just… different. It’s special.)

When he goes back to work, Nick takes one look at him and bursts into laughter. He claps him on the shoulder in commiseration.

“I told you.”

He’s completely wrapped around her finger already.

It’s not too different, he finds out. Especially having been pre-trained by Estelle. He’s got to brush up on his Disney princess knowledge, and hair braiding skills. He hasn’t gotten much better at color coordinating the polka dotted bows and tiny shoes, but Charlie is really forgiving. She is a very happy baby, much happier and easy going than any of the boys had been.

She’s also fucking crazy.

She is smaller and skinnier than her brothers, likes to wear frilly dresses and talk to plush animals and dance around the house in a pink tutu, but she’s wild. She never learned to crawl, just held on to the couch until she was wobbling on two feet, and it seemed like the very next day she was running across the house, the mall, the park, and if he turned his eyes away for one second, she was shooting off in the streets and nearly getting run over.

He’d found her dangling from the kitchen cabinets, trying to reach the cowering cat. She had a phase when she thought she could fly and she would climb furniture and stairs and the window sill and just… Launch herself into the air expecting her flying powers to manifest spontaneously. If they hadn’t been trying to raise them away from the whole mythological world, he would have sat her down and clarified that she had the wrong Olympian Grandparent in mind. She might have had more luck jumping into the ocean.

She had a way to jut out her lower lip, and turn those big green eyes on him that could render his every effort to be a responsible parental presence useless.

Besides, she was so funny. He could never muster enough anger to discipline her, because if he found her on the kitchen table covered in peanut butter, somehow sporting a very sticky Mohawk, and looking entirely unapologetic, well, he just couldn’t stop laughing.

One day he’s coming home from work and he hasn’t even pulled the key from the lock when Charlie calls out ‘you’re back daddy,’ in what sounds vaguely like a new jersey accent. He finds her sitting on the floor of the living room, drowning in one of Annabeth’s bathrobes, pink plastic barbie sunglasses on, holding a pooh bear sippy cup with one hand and a pinky stretched out.

“Charlie, what are you doing?”

“It’s wine Wednesday, daddy.”

“It’s what?”

“Wine Wednesday.”

He had half a mind to check if her sippy cup actually contained wine because they hid their alcohol way up in the cabinets she can’t reach but that girl could climb like a monkey. He knows he should follow that remark up with some kind of questioning of where she’d even heard of ‘wine Wednesdays’ and then explain that kids don’t drink wine or some other kind of responsible parent speech, but a sudden burst of incredulous laughter bubbles up in his throat and he takes refuge in the kitchen, lest he encourages her behavior.

He finds Annabeth there, hand over her mouth, clearly in stitches over their daughter’s performance. He wants to question if she gave her permission to wear her bathrobe but finding his wife nearly doubled over in silent laughter in the kitchen is too much and he finally lets out the guffaw he’d been trying to hold on to.

It’s not the first time Charlie leaves them breathless with laughter, and he’s almost scared of what she’s going to cook up in the future.

Charlie is a hellion.

There isn’t one person safe from her pranks, but she’s so adorable she hardly ever catches hell for it, and she’s learning to use it in her favor – thankfully, just in time for her parents to develop immunity to her puppy eyes. And she’s… difficult, yes, but not always, and not in a terrible way. For all her climbing the roof, organizing illegal cookie sales, getting in fights with her classmates, she’s not a bad kid. She’s got Percy’s penchant for befriending the kids no one wants to go near, and defending her ragtag team of losers. She’s loyal to a fault, and it gets her in trouble often.

She and Nate have epic jealousy fights over everything, including – but not limited to – Logan’s attention, the crayons, the biggest piece of cake and all the videogame characters in the world are not enough, they will always want whatever the other picked. It gives them many, many headaches. Logan, on the other hand, positively spoils her, and whenever Charlie gets in trouble they can be sure to find her hiding behind her big brother while he gives them this solemn look and says “It’s ok, mom and dad, Charlie promises she won’t do it again. We’ve talked.”

When the whole “Logan being attacked by a dracanae in school and thus finding out his Olympian heritage” debacle came to pass, and they started frequenting camp again, there was nowhere in the entire Camp Charlie would rather be than the stables. She’d spend hours there with the Aphrodite kids, brushing the pegasi and talking to them endlessly about all her classmates and her friends, and her dolls, and her new dress, and the new book grandma gave her. It was all really cute until Percy realized the pegasi were talking back, and she fully understood their replies.

And it’s funny, really, because Logan had taken after Percy, to a point where bathing him had been hard as a child because he tended to stay dry in the tub, and Nathan was Annabeth to a T, but Charlie was a perfect mix of them both.

He guesses it makes sense it would be so explosive.

When Charlie is twelve, she gets kicked out of school.

Percy is not overly worried about it himself – the number of schools he’d been kicked out of reached double digits, and this was only her first – but he is worried about how she will feel. Getting the boot from a place that’s housed you for years, where your friends are, where everyone already knows you and having to start over is never pleasant, no matter how used to it you were.

He’d expected the school to have gotten tired of all her pranks and misbehaving, which was fair, he guessed. But when Annabeth comes home from the meeting with the school director, she is seething, and not at their daughter. Charlie is angry too. In fact, it’s the first time he’s ever seen his daughter well and truly pissed off. The two of them are a sight for nightmares, both blondes standing side by side ranting with righteous fury, they look ready to start a revolution. What he gets from her angry snarls and Charlie’s rushed rambling is that Charlie had talked back to a teacher that was picking on the autistic kid and demeaning the thirteen year old who was repeating sixth grade.

She’d called him a brain-washing small minded overgrown bully who, he was quoting, didn’t get enough love from his parents.

And Percy is so proud his eyes even get a little misty.

Because he’s getting old and sentimental and raising kids is very hard. No one knows what they’re doing, not one person, not even the fancy psychologists with those books on raising perfect, well rounded, high-achieving members of society that Annabeth insisted on reading when she was pregnant with Logan. You do your best and you hope for the best, and you don’t know what you get until it’s basically too late to do anything about it. And even if he did have the best mom in the history of the entire world to draw example from, he was also half of an absent Olympian father whose heritage condemned him to dance in and out of battlefields half his life.

He’s always been terrified of being a crap father.

He looks at Charlie cussing out with every mild version of actual cuss words, stalking around the kitchen like a little lioness in a cage, furious at the unfairness of the whole situation, caring less about being expelled and more about who was going to defend her friends from that awful teacher when she’s gone.

His daughter is only twelve, but she’s already so brave, such a force of nature. She won’t stand for injustice, and she won’t take insult lying down. And she’s so kind. She’s growing up, and the person she is slowly turning out to be… is good.

And something in his heart shifts and settles down, smooths over old fears and anxious thoughts.

Percy doesn’t mean to brag, but he thinks he’s not doing half bad as a parent.

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idk if you’re still taking prompts but 7 angst for percabeth after BoTL but before tlo, thank you so much!!

idk what this is, but hopefully, it’s not too horrible bc I can’t bring myself to read it again lol.

“You should’ve said that yesterday.”

tw: blood

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Plans don’t always go well. Annabeth should know; she’s a daughter of Athena. But one holds on to hope like it’s the last thing they have, even when accidents happen.

It was a frequent thing nowadays, for demigods to leave on missions as a desperate attempt to thwart off the titan forces. Annabeth understood the risks.

Percy did too, but he’d insisted that it was fine, that he needed to go.

He’d left with some Hephaestus and Hermes kids, intending to raid one of Kronos’ troops that had camped close to New York.

They hadn’t counted on the empousai, though. And because of this, most of the boys—including Percy—had nearly died.

But what else was new?

The thing was that...he didn't have to go. But he and Beckendorf had grown closer over the past year, so nothing could stop him from tagging along with the son of Hephaestus and the rest of the group. Maybe because he also felt bad that he’d missed out on most of the missions; he’d been absent for so long, lost in the streets of New York City.

Whatever the stupid reason was, he’d refused to listen to Annabeth, disappearing into the horizon with Blackjack and the rest of the pegasi.

He’ll survive, she’d told herself. If he really was the child of the prophecy, then…

This mission wouldn’t be the last thing he did. Or his last day on Earth. That title would likely belong to his birthday.

Gods, he’s going to die anyway.

But for now, he wouldn’t, at least not according to what she’d heard.

Thanatos would bide his time, hooded and standing at the doors between life and death, not yet ready to welcome Percy with his chilled breath.

Soon, but not today.

Still, it wasn’t like she’d been worried sick and then nearly threw up her lunch once the crew had arrived, a few yards away from the infirmary, bloodstained and battle-torn.

By all the extra load on the pegasi that she could make out from the distance, she supposed that at least they’d been successful.

Percy, however, was leaking blood down his neck, furtively trying to clamp it down with a bandana.

Soon, but not today.

He leaned against Beckendorf, his eyes baring clouds, fogged and lost. The son of Hephaestus helped him off of Blackjack, but still, he would’ve crumpled to the ground had it not been for Annabeth running to him like a madwoman. The grass crunched behind her; the others were right on her heels.

“What happened?” she cried, grabbing hold of Percy’s shoulders as his head slumped against her chest. She staggered back from his sudden weight, then righted herself.

“Hey, ‘Beth,” Percy said weakly, the words jumbling together against his lips and her shirt.

She looked at Beckendorf helplessly.

“Empousai,” he gasped, then made a hissing sound, pressing a hand to his back. It came back crimson red.

“You’re hurt!” she said as if it weren’t obvious.

Other demigods, Apollo kids mostly, rushed past her with medical supplies. But Will stopped next to them, breathing hard. He handed out ambrosia to Beckendorf and Annabeth’s waiting hands.

His eyes blazed, focused on something past her head. He waved frantically at someone, signaling them to come, and quickly. She whirled around and caught sight of Chiron trotting toward them.

“I’ll be back,” he breathed, giving them a nod as though they’d argued with him against it. He retreated a few steps, legs reacting to sudden howls of pain that echoed further back. “Just, just wait here. I’ll just…”

He dashed away, lost in the mass of pegasi and bodies that moved in all directions, shouting. In the chaos, Will was their only help at organizing it all—but she’d still tasted bile in her throat, not quite used to the way he ignored Percy and his mortal wound to the neck.

In a swift, mastered movement, Annabeth had made him chew on the Ambrosia. She’d been about to say something else—some words of encouragement—when a blur of curly brown hair nearly tripped her and Percy over. She readjusted him in her arms; Percy mumbled something incomprehensible, making her heart tighten.

“Charlie!” Silena called, flinging herself into Beckendorf’s arms.

He grunted in response but smiled through his obvious pain.

“Hey, baby,” he said.

She kissed him, but only for a second because Beckendorf had already pulled away faster than her sudden arrival.

Silena scrunched up her eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”

His concerned gaze leached into Percy, whom Annabeth could barely hold now.

Has he always been this heavy?

She followed her boyfriend’s line of vision and saw her friend standing in front of her for the first time. Her face morphed into shock, eyes widening. In a flash, Silena was there, hauling one of Percy’s arms over her shoulder. He was no longer conscious.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, the words tumbling into the pool that was now Annabeth’s fevered heart. “I didn’t...”

Annabeth could only shake her head. She had to get Percy some actual help. She pressed the cloth harder into his neck. It had to be the fucking neck.

“Will!” she shouted, voice hoarse. “Chiron!”

Panting, Beckendorf closed the distance, limping over to Annabeth. “I’m going to help the others. We weren’t so lucky on our mission, and...” He glanced somewhere past them. “Chiron’s coming our way. We have to—”

Silena inhaled sharply. “You’re bleeding, too? Why didn’t—”

“No time, ‘Lena.”

In an instant, Chiron was there, extending his arms out.

“Give him to me.” His voice was firm and urgent.

After all, the neck was a highly vulnerable place. A slit to the throat could end someone’s life in a matter of seconds. Percy was a demigod, and likely the cut hadn’t been too deep, or else he’d be dead by now. But still, she didn't know how much longer he could hold up.

Already she’d felt the tell-tale warmth of blood trickling into her skin, already she’d envisioned the life draining out of him. The sand of an hourglass raining, spilling down to the bottom.

;

They’d told her that he’d lost too much blood, that the claw wound had just barely hit an artery. But above all else, he was lucky. He’d survive.

She’d been there, hands washed clean from the rusted blood, sitting on his bedside in the infirmary and watching him sleep while her mind was wide awake. Will came and went, wrapping bandages and giving him fresh doses of ambrosia; Chiron did, too—as if none of this was his fault and he could pretend to care for injured demigods.

But she stayed. Stayed and watched.

Annabeth had forgotten how long she’d been there, staring at the blank walls, eyes unfocused. Will had poked his head inside for the final time and insisted for her to get some sleep; it was late. She’d shaken her head and refused.

Her eyes closed for a second, though it must’ve been longer than that, because, when she opened them again, golden light had already streamed through the window. It cast delicate shadows across the room. In her daze, she hadn’t realized that someone was calling her name, light as a butterfly.

Percy.

“Annabeth,” he repeated.

She blinked the sleep away to find a pair of green eyes watching her.

Though his hair was twisted and knotted, and his complexion was a worrying shade lighter, Annabeth thought that she’d never seen a more inviting sight.

“You asshole!” she gasped, lunging forwards with desperate fingers, hugging Percy tighter than she’d ever had in her life.

After a while, his head dropped back to the pillow to get a better look at her.

“Hey.” He grinned lazily.

There was a sweet wonder to his face—like he couldn’t believe she was here, waiting for him to wake up.

But her mind flashed to when his heartbeat had weakened, when scarlet red covered her shaking hands and she’d seen him slump into Chiron as their teacher dropped him here, in the infirmary.

“D’you have any idea how fucking worried I was?”

His brows knit in confusion. “What do you…” A hand flew to his neck, to his bandages. “Oh. That.”

“Yeah.” Her voice felt like rough sandpaper. “That.”

Percy winced. “Okay, okay. I can explain; that demon came out of nowhere, right? And I slashed and shit, but she still got me, and—”

“You could’ve died, Percy. You get that?”

“I know, I know! But I didn’t!”

She took a rattling breath and looked away. She suddenly felt faint; her lungs didn’t seem to gather enough oxygen. Everything was too overwhelming, too big and small all at the same time.

She was dimly aware of Percy saying something. Then, she felt the warmth of her hand in his. It helped bring her back, but barely.

“Hey. Hey, look at me, Annabeth. Look at me.” Reluctantly, she did as he said. “Breathe with me. C'mon—in two three four, out two three four...”

Annabeth didn’t know how long they stayed that way, anchored to the surety of Percy’s grip on her hand and breathing along to his rhythm, until she’d found a way back to her bearings.

“You’re okay. I’m okay,” he said, repeatedly.

She nodded.

“Talk to me.”

Here he was, the boy who had nearly died, consoling the girl who’d watched the whole thing.

She nodded again, and this time, she closed her eyes, taking in some of this new peace of mind Percy had offered.

He was safe, and they were alright.

Finally, she exhaled.

“How’re you feeling?” She bit her lip, remembering something, and then muttered, “Sorry. Didn’t really ask you that first.”

“S’okay.” Now that she noticed him, truly noticed him, she could tell how tired he was. “I’m fine. Just feel like mush.”

“Your neck doesn’t hurt? Will gave you some morphine.”

“Yeah, no. Everything’s kinda numb, I guess. Doesn’t hurt or anything.”

“You lost a lot of blood.”

“Hmm. Probably why I feel like mush.”

She felt a lump forming in her throat. Not for the first time that day.

“It wasn’t—Gods, Perce,” she murmured, not meeting his eyes.  “If you’d only seen it…”

“I know. I should’ve listened to you.”

“You should’ve said that yesterday.”

Annabeth didn’t realize that she was crying until Percy softly flicked his thumb across her cheek. He reluctantly moved it down to her lips, swiping at the tears that had already pooled there.

It wasn’t really something she planned to do, and in any other case would’ve embarrassed her, but she found herself resting her forehead against his. Maybe to steady herself. Maybe to feel his presence more, a spare hand combing through his locks.

She wasn’t so sure.

But still, she let herself close her eyes, enjoying this moment of quiet. Percy did too, sighing softly, rubbing her back idly.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, when they separated. “M’here.”

Her breath caught in her throat, just by how tender his touch had been, taking care of her when he was the injured one. How close they were at that moment. How her tears tasted like that time she’d kissed him, all salt and sweat and fervor.

Now, she was able to see the little flecks of blue in his irises, drink in all of his details like she was dying of thirst. They were so close that she was able to feel exactly when his breath hitched like hers had done just milliseconds before, how it smelled like medicine and chocolate cookies all in one.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, not taking his gaze from her. “I didn’t listen to you.”

At least he acknowledged it. Again.

“No. You didn’t.”

His thumb still lingered on her face, a ray of sunlight that she greedily took only for herself, leaning into him. It ghosted around her skin, that trailing touch of his. And despite its warmth, it sent shivers down her spine.

His eyes never left hers. Roving, feeling down to her very soul.

He’d always been the one to break her walls, destroy the dam she’d carefully built for as long as she could remember. Poseidon wasn’t his father for nothing.

And as he grasped a stray curl that fell across her left eye, tucking it ever so gently behind her ear, she felt that water roaring all over her mind. The flood happened too fast, consuming every last restraint and denial that crossed its path.

Annabeth didn’t catch it until she risked a glance to his lips.

Gods, he’s so close. Too close.

In the blink of an eye, she was leaning in, intoxicated by everything about him. Percy caught the back of her jaw with his hand, guiding her closer.

Their breaths mingled together.

Her lips parted. Closer…

“Hey, how’s—oh shit, sorry!”

She repelled from him, electrified, and whipped her head to the screeching of the curtain rod.

Cheeks flushed, Will yanked at the curtains, closing them once again.

“Wait!” Annabeth glanced at Percy, whose eyes were wide. “Will, this isn’t—”

The latter hollered from the other side, “I can come later! To, um, change bandages! Be good!”

So close.

She wanted to slap herself.

No.

This wasn’t right. For a second, she’d forgotten what was at stake. Let herself be swept away.

Have you ever considered that he’s going to die?

He’ll leave you just like everyone else.

This was dangerous, letting herself taste what wasn’t meant to be.

“I—I’m sorry,” she gasped, standing up, an unknown force pushing her back.

Percy blinked, slower than usual. Probably from all the ambrosia and nectar and mortal medicine.

“Annabeth—”

He reached for her, but she was already backing away into the wall, stumbling over her wooden chair.

“No, I shouldn’t have…” She felt herself blush. “I don’t know, I...I should go.”

She scrambled towards the curtains, ignoring Percy’s expression awashed in hurt and shock.

Brushing past his bedside, he grabbed her arm.

“Please,” he begged, voice barely above a whisper. “Please stay.”

Blinking away her tears, Annabeth forced herself to look at him.

If I stay, you’ll leave me first.

But she didn’t say that, only shook her head and watched as those beautiful eyes of his creased around the corners with anguish. A part of her died a little at witnessing this. His was a heart worn on a sleeve that would soon fade away. She pulled her arm away, burned from his grip.

“‘Beth—”

“I’m sorry.” She swallowed, already tugging the curtain aside. “I’ll call Will.”

And she left him there in his injury, allowing it to be.

He didn’t deserve this, she knew. Not when she could enjoy the last moments with him, admitting what was in the open air between them. But they’d be one step into their ruined fate if that ever happened. If she didn’t stop.

Because she was like Tantalus, that lone fruit forever out of her reach.

He didn’t deserve this, but she didn’t deserve to have him, either.