HANDS
SUMMARY - literally just a brain dump of hcs about their hands <3
CHARACTERS - percy jackson , jason grace , leo valdez , frank zhang
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PERCY JACKSON
percy wears rings ; specifically silver rings. i feel like he also wears bracelets, specifically silver chain bracelets or anything matching with you. also always has a hair tie or scrunchie on his wrist for u. his hands aren't super veiny - they're kinda smooth ?? idk how to describe them but theyre just veiny enough that 😵💫. his nails r pretty short i feel - his mom made sure he regularly cut them and never bit them. he does wear nail polish sometimes but half the time it gets chipped.
JASON GRACE
zoo wee mama this bitch has veiny hands <3 they go well w his BEEFY ASS forearms n biceps !! jason is so yummy ugh but anyways. he rarely ever wears jewlery i feel. only ever one ring on his middle finger and its just a plain band, silver with no engravings. his nails r kinda long-ish, bc he grew up with wolves and like he used to scratch people as a child i just know it. he can't stand if his nails are super long but he doesn't keep them as short as frank. his nails are actually really well kept ??? he only ever wears clear nail polish on them. also i feel like he uses hand lotion n shit ?? fancy ass
LEO VALDEZ
aughhhhhh he also doesn't have super veiny hands ?? theyre like just veiny enough tee hee. his hands + fingers r very calloused from all the work he does ( yk he's good w his hands 🤭 ) so they're kinda rough. his nails are short bitch. like short short. he grew up biting them so like. theyre short. i feel like he would only ever wear rings on super special occasions because he doesn't want them to get messed up while he's working. he definitely has a couple of scars on his hands from accidents he's had while working or just when he's being clumsy asf. he paints his nails a lot but it always chips after like twenty minutes.
FRANK ZHANG
this. mf. has big hands. theyre real veiny and they're BIG. they're really soft n always warm <3 he won't wear any other ring except for one his mother left him, its gold and it has his last name engraved on it. his nails r pretty short, thats just how he likes to keep them. i personally can't see frank ever painting his nails but maybe he'll let you do it just once, because it makes you happy. he'll take it off like an hour after but only because he doesn't like the way it feels on his nails.
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concept: Riordanverse demigods meeting up (for whatever reason), and they bump into a young man, probably not much older than themselves. He’s dressed casually—just a hoodie and jeans—but there’s something off about him. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but the demigods know enough to be wary of him.
“Should we talk to him or something?” Carter asks.
“He hasn’t done anything, though…” Magnus puts in. Still, they all have a strange feeling they should approach the guy.
Percy’s the first to move. He strides up to the guy, who’s staring down at a book while he waits for the bus.
“Hey,” Percy calls out to him, and the guy looks up. There’s something weirdly magnetic about him—Percy finds himself wanting to stand closer. The other demigods apparently feel the same gravity; when Percy glances over his shoulder, they’re standing right behind him.
“Hello,” the guy responds, his warm eyes studying the group. “Can I help you?”
“Um…” What is Percy supposed to say, exactly? He isn’t even sure why he’s speaking to this stranger.
Recognition passes through the guy’s eyes, and his brows twitch upward. “Oh, it’s you guys?”
Magnus steps forward. “You know us?”
“Of course!” The guy shrugs, tucking his book under his arm. He didn’t even mark his page. “What kind of person would I be if I didn’t know who you are? You’ve all saved the world, haven’t you?”
Some of us multiple times. Percy thinks. Somehow, he’s not surprised by this guy’s knowledge of their heroics (if that’s what you want to call it).
“Well… What kind of person are you?” Sadie asks cautiously.
The guys laughs, and Percy finds himself smiling along with him. “What do you mean?” the stranger asks.
“Y’know,” Magnus shrugs, gesturing around their group. “We’re all descended from all-powerful beings and such.”
Normally, they should’ve been hesitant to share this kind of information. But something about this strange man makes them drop their guard. Suddenly, it doesn’t matter that they know nothing about him, including his name.
The guy grins. “Yeah, we’ve got that in common.”
“Which god is your parent, then?” Percy asks. He finds himself hoping it’s a Greek deity; he would love to bring this guy back to Camp Half Blood. He’s certain everyone would love him.
“God,” the guy says in a thoughtful tone, his fingers tapping the book under his arm.
“Yeah…” Carter says haltingly. “Gods. Like the deities that control different parts of the world?”
The guy chuckles. “No, I know. That was my answer.”
Nobody says anything for a long moment.
Percy breaks the uncomfortable silence. “You’re descended from…”
“God,” the guy confirms with a gracious nod.
“Like, capital G God?” Magnus the Atheist says, looking pale.
“But—isn’t everyone? Technically?” Sadie asks. None of them know much about christianity, but hadn’t all of mankind been created in the Big Man’s image?
The guy laughs again—it’s an oddly healing sound. Any worries that had been swirling at the back of Percy’s mind instantly vanish.
“Well, I suppose if you want to get technical about it,” the guy says with another shrug. “But I myself am the only direct descendant.”
The Kane siblings can do nothing but blink at the man. Magnus looks like he might pass out. Percy seems to be the only one capable of getting more information out of the stranger, but even he feels like his voice is stuck in his throat.
“You mean…” Percy stutters. “You’re—”
The screeching of brakes cuts Percy off. The guy looks up as the bus doors swish open, and he grimaces.
“Ah, looks like our time was cut short.” He shoots an apologetic look at the demigods. “It was nice to meet you all. You’ve done humanity proud. Keep up the great work!”
The words would have sounded incredibly shallow and unimportant coming from anyone else, but when this guy spoke them, Percy felt like he’d been applauded by the president of the United States—or, more accurately, by the prince of the universe.
The guy waves them goodbye and steps onto the bus. No one moves until the vehicle peels away, leaving them gaping at the empty bus stop.
“Was—” Magnus croaks, swallowing hard. “Was that really—”
Percy nods. “The son of God.”
Man, Percy couldn’t wait to tell Annabeth.
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MISS HER, KISS HER, LOVE HER
🧸 percy jackson
author's note quick lil percy boo blurb because im debating whether to work on the princess diaries au or nah xx love u all!!
word count 0.6k
warnings fem!reader, petnames, tooth-rotting fluff
ᥫ᭡ little romantic gestures ; resting foreheads together
percy unlocked the door to the jackson apartment, skateboard under his arm, and was immediately greeted by estelle running up to him with a big grin.
"hi percy!!" she exclaimed, raising her arms up. he laughed and scooped her up, kissing her on the cheek.
"hey, stella," he smiled, carrying her over to the couch where sally and paul sat watching a show. he leaned over and pressed a kiss to sally's head. "hi, mom. hey, paul."
sally took estelle from her brother's arms and smiled. percy stood for a few moments, watching the show. he heard estelle giggle and lean into sally, whispering loudly.
"should i tell him, mama?" she glanced at percy and her giggling intensified. percy picked her up from her mother's lap and held her up like in the lion king.
"what're you gonna tell me, starfish?" he asked, throwing her in the air and catching her again, causing her giggles to get even louder. percy's heart warmed at the sight of his little sister's grin.
"nothing!! its a secret!!" she shrieked. percy attacked her little face with kisses.
"oh, y'gotta tell me now," he threatened playfully, his face breaking into a smile. "or else i'm just gonna find out on my own."
stella kept looking back and forth between sally, percy, and...
"is there something in my room, stella?" estelle's eyes widened in surprise and she fought to get out of her brother's embrace.
"no!! nothin' in your room percy!!!" she finally managed to escape his grip and stood in front of his door, arms and legs spread wide like a starfish. percy walked calmly towards her as paul and sally watched with knowing smiles on their faces.
"stella...." he started. before she knew it, she was over percy's shoulder like a potato sack. her peals of laughter echoed throughout the hall as percy strode towards his room. his hand twisted the knob and he pushed open the door.
his eyes went wide. his cheeks flushed. he gently helped stella to the ground before taking another step into his room.
"y/n?" he whispered. his girlfriend waved from her spot on the bed where she was laying, scrolling through her phone.
"hi perce," she smiled. "how-" she didn't get to finish, because percy ran to her, picked her up, and spun her around in a joyous hug.
"oh my gods, i missed you so much, angel," he laughed into her neck. he felt her smile and he set her down and pulled away. he immediately leaned forward and connected their lips, which elicited a squeal of disgust from estelle as she ran from her brother's room and shut the door behind her.
when they finally pulled apart, percy's face was red and he could feel the heat emanating from his girl. he took in her gorgeous smile, her pretty eyes, her wonderful hair. he wanted to memorize every part of her before she ever made it out of this room.
"what're you doing here?" he asked, face still split in a smile.
"school's over, so i thought i might come stay with you before we go to camp," she replied. she quickly added, "if that's okay with you?"
"of course its okay with me, babe!!" he nearly shouted it for how happy he was to see her. "you can always stay with me—us!! my mom loves you!" she laughed and he wished he could freeze the moment and put it in a locket.
she rested her forehead against his and murmured softly, "i love you, perce."
he kissed her nose. "i love you more, sugar."
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Listen is so great you don't understand. It's an episode about mental illness. And some people point out that some of the things that happen (the kid under the blanket, the airlock mechanism triggering) are on the surface unlikely, but that's the exact point. The Doctor is not an objective narrator, I mean this is the episode that starts with him sitting on top of the TARDIS in space speechifying, we see it in the way he frames it, so we see these ordinary things (a mischievous child, a dead ship breaking down) in the uncanny way he sees them—
—and because he is the Doctor, because he is the person who bad guys pause their plans to listen when he talks, because he is charismatic and impressive and the Oncoming Storm—
—because he's the Doctor, Clara (and baby Danny and Orson) start to believe him, until they arrive on Gallifrey, until Clara sees the root of his trauma, and she understands.
And it doesn't matter if this creature is a delusion or not, it only matters that it scares him, because fear is a superpower, and the way he responds to the reality he experiences is why he's the Doctor.
What. an. icon.
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The Saturday man on the radio is not the usual Saturday man on the radio. The music makes me think of vocal fry and algorithms. The 8am 3 minute misery was missing today due to technical difficulties ... the not the usual man on the radio couldn't find the right button. The traffic lady is missing altogether.
Weather is nondescript. The seaweed has declared itself undecided. 'The umbrella' is fully booked.
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday ... the day of a bit of extra milk and the not to be read newspaper plus Groundhog Day TV Guide.
Pat Benatar declares 'We Belong.'
Today's quiz ... four words ... Bulldog, catfish, horse fly, turtle dove ... what's the connection?
The Bluebells have gone seemingly taking my sleep with them ... or was that my dogs who decided 2am was an excellent time for doing stuff? ... or the upstairs cat who performed her many legged thunder roll in hot pursuit of mice at 3am? ... or the mice themselves who decided to bicker on top of one of my many piles of books at both frequent and infrequent intervals? ...
Who needs sleep anyway? ...
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