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alloutofgoddesses · 8 months

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PJO TV Thoughts

S1,E6

(There will be book mentions/spoilers)

Can’t lie to y’all im on my second week of this semester and already just so eepy

Okay the first line does tell you exactly what’s happening in this dream but I was so confused by it being Percy’s headmaster from Yancy

Anyway omg I swear you can see Luke in the reflection like it’s gonna be so obvious it’s not Clarisse on rewatches

WE GOT “Little Hero”

Cracker Barrel! What o would give to eat at a Restaurant rn

A SECOND SEAWEED BRAIN HAS HIT THE PERCABETH TOWERS

(I am aware others have made that joke)

Omg hi Luke

Good not being sus Luke

ARREST HER?!?! Percy wtf

Luke I’m positive you would know what Ares is like

OOP if Luke picks up on it IMMEDIATELY…

The episode is titled “A Zebra Takes Us To Vegas” AND WE INLY GET A SECOND OF A ZEBRA ON SCREEN?!?!

Anybody else see the Geia fashion billboard or just me

Way to be obvious about it

“I had a premonition that we fell into a rhythm/where the music don’t stop for life” I think that Levitating was chosen WITH INTENTION for these lyrics only

ODYSSEY MENTION

Graphic novels do count

ODYSSEUS MENTION

Oh besties… the lotus eaters have upgraded darlings

WISE GIRL WISE GIRL WEE WOO WEE WOO IT’S HAPPENING EVERYONE STAY CALM

The fact that they haven’t shown Grover eating garbage yet… cowards. COWARDS.

I do think that them knowing takes tension out of it but they think that it’s okay unless they eat something

CASTELLAN LORE ALREADY

A Saytr?? I’m saying that TV screen image is a sun so APOLLO MENTION

A gay satyr?!!! The subtext

Oh? I’m compelled certainly what kind of magic does the Lotus have to convince satyrs Pan is there

DREAM TALK

Like you can see extras wearing dated clothes but it’s just not the same

Also I’m waiting for others to find the di Angelos, I know I’m not gonna be able to find anything

(If they cut it out I will lose it)

Are the employees also under the spell? I would have to assume so

Uh oh Grover is forgetting

HE’S HERE

The way his face fell… I’m afraid LMM is eating as Hermes

BTW I saw someone say LMM was a bad choice as Hermes because canonically Hermes has the most children and they don’t think LMM is sexy enough for that… girlie do you not remember what happened when Hamilton came out be SO FOR REAL

At first I thought I wouldn’t be able to seperate actor from character but he’s doing such a good job that’s Hermes I’m sorry (no I’m not)

ORPHEUS MENTION (I’ve helped others [get into the Underworld] before)

Are the fields Italy? Once again folks I’m not gonna be able to find it so I’m reaching out to

Someone looks back I’m guessing

Oh babey the lore the tension

HEY WHAT WAS THAT

My guess is something to do with Gabe or as one brilliant Twitter user said, Percy’s first time at boarding school

YEAH ANNABETH MOVE BABY YOU DON’T DESERVE THAT

(Also how the fuck can Hermes do that)

Sure buddy see you next season

“This was all just a waste of time. We don’t have time to waste.” Oh Annabeth I’m so sorry for what you’re about to learn

I love all the helmets and stuff really lets you know what’s going on

Oh noooooo oh boy oh buddy oh wow that hurt

Sorry he’s making Hermes feel so empathetic which is exactly how he is in the books. He’s good!

OOP

Were those the di Angelos? They were brunette and small (still reaching)

Oh so that’s why they mentioned days earlier I see

HIS KEYS?

Are George and Martha on there are they wondering what’s happening

CENTRAL AIR BABEY

Oh no Percy’s forgetting too

Just rip him out and leave besties

Oh geez they’re never leaving at this rate

Damn there’s that fatal flaw again Percy

RIP Grover playing a human hunter game I will never forget you

Annabeth it was good it really was but you’re right. He is the god of thieves.

Oh boy now we know why they let him drive though

Me when I first started learning how to drive standard

Just in case you forgot Percy is a New Yorker

Oh NO bestie got distracted looking at the princess (his words not mine though I agree) next to him

NO DON’T TURN OFF THE LIGHT I WON’T BE ABLE TO SEE ANYTHING

What did I just say. What is happening on screen

Oh boyyyyyy

He’s just three apples tall

Oh it’s so much worse underwater

SEAWEED HAIR

Wait… were AFTER the summer solstice? WHY

Exactly Percy you gotta finish it

YEEAHHHHHHH

Four?!?! What about ‘you will fail to save what matters most in the end?’ He better lose one I stg

Next ep trailer

Okay so who’s eye is in the credits what do we think

Crusty’s!

Desert and terrible forest?

Okay yeah he definitely loses one or uses one to trick someone or something he said said “you guys leave with my mom”

Oh wait what if he uses it on Crusty… Disney let Percy actually be violent

SWORD FIGHT NEXT EP? At least the beginning

HOLD FAST MOM OHHHHHHHHH OUCH

BONUS: Hermes in cat form

#if you scroll to the end there’s a surprise :)#it’s not spoilers I promise it’s just a cute pie #PJO tv #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians

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anticomedygarden · 11 months

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TRICK OR TREAT

if you're still doing it??

for sure! here's a quick little drabble of a percabeth vigilante au from a while ago that i never finished

Percy ran through the streets, legs straining as they ate up the concrete sidewalk. Usually, at this time of day, he'd be fighting crowds of New Yorkers, but even the people famous for their indifference were eager to get out of the way of the crazy guy with the mask on and the sword strapped to his back.

It was only because of that he was able to keep pace with Nemesis, aka Ethan Nakamura, aka this week's supervillain. The boy was around the same age as Percy with dark hair and one dark eye, the other hidden by an eye patch. From behind him, Percy could see a knife in his gloved hand. Great.

Ahead of him, Ethan turned a corner into an intersection and walked right in the middle of it, narrowly avoiding getting hit by a Honda Civic.

Percy drew his sword and moved to stand in front of him. "Did you really think you could destroy that building and get away with it?"

Ethan made a face, a self-satisfied smirk. Around them, traffic continued to pass, albeit with a few more horns than normal. "It's not like there were any people in it."

"There were still people around it!" Percy exclaimed. In fact, Annabeth had stayed at the site helping make sure no one was hurt while Percy took off after Ethan.

"Whatever it takes to destroy Olympus," Ethan snarled. That was the last thing he said before lunging at Percy, knife out.

Percy managed to deflect with Riptide, but Ethan pressed on the offensive, forcing Percy to take a step back.

He continued on the defensive, slashing and parrying, until Ethan left his right side open, and Percy jumped on the opportunity. Soon, he had Ethan's face pushed into the ground and his own dagger held to his neck. "Why do you hate Olympus so much?" He wasn't really looking for an answer; it just always felt weird to not say anything after a fight like that.

But apparently Ethan had one for him. "Why do you still follow them? They're just using you. You're nothing to them."

Percy furrowed his brow. "You don't know what you're talking about."

Ethan laughed. "Don't worry. You'll see."

Before he could say anything else, Percy dragged him up onto his feet and started taking him back to Olympus headquarters.

#not fic #asks #pjo #percy jackson

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thejudgingtrash · 3 years

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please post more of your fake dating AU it's so GOOD!!!! I love that it's Percy's company (usually it's always Annabeth) I'm so excited about it :D

Hey there!

Your wish is my command, here’s a monster 9K sneak peek into the fake marriage AU (may I introduce you to my beloved wife?)!

And since I’m in a celebratory mood due to the positive response (THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH??), here’s another tiiiiny peek* into a future chapter (in comparison lol) 😄

*also not proofread lol

Percy leaned forward to kiss her temples. He was happy, she was happy. They all were happy and that was what mattered the most.

“The great Percy Jackson willing to move his family out to New Jersey,” Annabeth grinned and caressed his arm that was wrapped around her body.

She could basically envision Percy rolling his eyes and smiling regardless. “It was only a suggestion to save some good money like you’ve said earlier,” he whined.

Percy Jackson was a New Yorker though and through. Leaving Manhattan possibly was bad enough but a move to New Jersey? He really loved his family way too much. If it was for him, they would stay in his apartment until Annabeth and he were old and slowly withered away as time and the human body demanded it.

Annabeth turned around to him, looking as beautiful as on the first day he had met her, all those years ago. She leaned over to give him a minty fresh kiss. She was tired but was looking forward to their new home. Their new future, even if it was a mental image that yet had to be transferred into actual plans.

“Also, I do feel sorry for Mrs. Dodds even if she’s a dragon,” Percy sighed. They had been so used to her help with everything, releasing her hit Percy incredibly hard even though it shouldn’t have. As much as he hated to admit it, he considered her to be a part of their small family. But Teriza Dodds had family in Manhattan and would most likely never willingly leave the city to consider moving away with her current employer.

“I’m pretty sure she’d find another rich snobby bachelor who she’d have to clean after in this building,” Annabeth joked which made Percy pull a face.

“Not funny.”

“Yes funny,” negated his partner and brushed a black lock out of his sleepy face. “We’ve sold everything in your gym to most of your neighbors so it’s pretty likely that one or two of them could use a housekeeper to keep everything in place for their apartments.”

Percy sighed. He didn’t like this, but Annabeth was right as always. He stayed in the here and now for the most part, she thought about the future and the next steps ahead.

“Well… I’ve repeated my dream over and over again. The children, the beach, the sand castles and the waves, the orange striped bathing suit which I’m sure will suit you perfectly,”

Annabeth smiled. Her nod made the flower print fabric of the pillow underneath her head rustle.

“But what about your vision of the future? How do you envision our house? Which is preferably not in Jersey?”

Annabeth snorted, turned on her stomach regardless to think about the right words. “It’s large. It has enough room for all of us. Either red or white bricks. I’m going with red, because we’re having a white picket fence of course and too much white is quite boring to the eyes. Large windows, but obviously smaller than the ones we currently have. I’m way too much used to the glass front here. I see a roomy porch with toys that haven’t been put away yet. Two bowls, one nearly empty, the other one. Colorful gumboots in all sizes. Yours have been nearly destroyed by Blackjack, by the way.”

“Typical,” Percy yawned. It was difficult for him to stay up to the late hours of the night by now. How he could have pulled work-related all-nighters nearly for every single day only four years ago was a mystery for him. He was ready to hit the hay the minute it turned ten o’clock. Annabeth grinned and then continued.

“We have a swing installed on the biggest tree. Our yard is large and a fantastical whimsical world of all sorts of herbs, vegetables and fruit trees. We have your beloved cherry trees, apple trees and plum trees for me. We definitely need to hire a gardener. Anyway, let’s move on to the garage and the interior-”

“Wait! Why should we hire a gardener?” Percy interrupted. He sounded completely surprised.

“I want a pretty lawn, but I hate yard work. So, we need to hire a gardener,” she explained.

“Oh?” Percy cocked his eyebrow. “I won’t likely keep my housekeeper and you need a gardener? That’s not fair.”

“Yes, it is. I’m not about to touch some grass,” Annabeth repeated sternly which made Percy laugh.

“Yes, you will, and I can’t wait to see you doing that,” the man next to her promised and kissed her for one last time before he closed his eyes and let sleep wrap him into the comfortable easiness of nothingness.

So…. I really hope you liked it! And I promise that I’m coming back this month with more fun fanfic stuff! ☺️☺️

And I agree with Annabeth... 😐 I hate doing yard work and I'm not about to touch some grass 😓

#mel answers #pjo #percy jackson #Annabeth chase #percabeth #percy jackson and the olympians #percabeth fanfic #may I introduce you to my beloved wife #hoo

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annabethy · 4 years

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under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow day 9: cliffs

Character A vows to do something nice for a stranger during the Christmas time. Character B is that stranger,, percabeth

Percy happens to think that he’s a nice human being. He tries to be, at least. He has his moments because no one is perfect, but he’s always done his best to be considerate of those around him.

So when his friend tells him that he’s really not a nice person, he just about loses it.

“I am not a bad person!”

Leo raises his hands defensively. “I’m not saying you’re a bad person. All I’m saying is that you could be a little bit more... generous.”

Piper rolls her eyes. “Leave the poor man alone, Leo.”

“I’m generous,” he says, miffed.

“But...” Leo waves his hands wildly, and Percy feels the instinct to punch him in the nose and make him Rudolph. “Do something nice for once.”

“Percy,” Piper says, “he’s just mad that you didn’t give him a piece of your gingerbread cookie. Don’t listen to him.”

Still, it stings just a little bit. Even if it’s a joke, Percy doesn’t think it’s very funny. That’s what prompts him to do something kind this Christmas. He honestly doesn’t know what he plans on doing because what could he do? Buy all of someone’s presents and also go broke in the process? Maybe he could buy someone’s cheap coffee, but then is it really something nice if it’s only two dollars?

Whatever it is, Percy knows that Leo has to be there to see it so he can make Leo choke on his words. The only problem then, though, is that Leo would no doubt say something along the lines of you’re only doing it because you want to prove me wrong, not because you care, bla bla bla, and the Percy will actually shank Leo with a peppermint candy cane.

Percy tries so hard to find the chance to make someone’s Christmas, but it’s so much harder than he would’ve thought. People ignore him when he’s speaking to them about buying their order, or they think it’s some weird Christmas ploy.

He doesn’t get to do something kind until Christmas day.

Percy’s standing in the freezing air on top of a snow-tubing mountain. His friends had dragged him here against his will, because despite being a native New Yorker, he hated the cold. He wanted to be included though, so he came along anyways, stuffed into a black snow suit and a knitted hat. His nose burns from the icy atmosphere, and his fingers are numb. He considers checking for frostbite but then he decides he’d rather not know.

He’s standing on a small wall of ice overlooking everyone else. Leo is somewhere to his right, threatening to push Piper off of the wall, and Percy purposely avoids making eye contact in fear that he’ll be next.

The wall of ice can’t be anything more than five or six feet. He doesn’t know if they’re actually allowed to be up there, but there’s so many people doing the same thing that he’s not too worried.

He watches as a few people jump off of the wall into the fluffy layer of snow, vaguely listening to the conversations around him. He hears a mother hassling her children, and his ears perk up as he notices her muttering something along the lines of her not being able to afford buying them each a hot chocolate from the cabin that lays near the bottom of the mountain.

Percy doesn’t stop to think first, which is probably a mistake.

“I can buy it for you,” he interjects kindly, thrilled that he’s finally getting the chance to do something nice.

The mom looks at him, and it’s almost as though she’s appalled that he’s spoken to her. Percy shrinks back.

“I’m good,” she says.

“I don’t mind,” he continues, more nervous. “It’s only a couple dollars each, and—”

She holds a hand up. “I don’t want to have sex with you.”

Percy’s mind comes to a screeching halt. “What!? That’s not what I—”

“You’re going to tell me that you’re offering to pay twenty dollars and it’s not because you want to sleep with me?”

“No! I was just trying to do something nice for a stranger after my friend said—”

“I don’t want to hear it!” she snaps, already beginning to walk away from Percy. “Follow me and I’ll cut your dick off.”

It’s so shocking to him that he doesn’t even have time to respond before she’s already gone. He truly must have the worst luck because he’s just trying to create Christmas magic, and everyone seems to be doing the exact opposite of that.

Percy’s mouth gapes slightly, his brain still not comprehending what just happened. He’s only pulled out of the haze when someone snorts next to him.

He turns his eyes and catches a girl looking like she was smothering laughter.

“I’m sorry,” she says, laughter now bubbling out of her lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a conversation go so wrong so quickly.”

“I don’t even know what I did,” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck.

“Something she didn’t like, apparently.” She’s still giggling slightly, and Percy thinks it’s kind of cute. She’s shorter than him, and her nose has a red tint to it. He can see the puff of air each time she takes a breath, and she looks like she’s ready to go inside and curl into a ball for a nap.

“God. That’s embarrassing.”

“I got a front row seat to that show,” she says. “Why are you trying to do something nice, anyways?”

Percy is surprised that a stranger would want to talk to him after witnessing that, but he doesn’t mind. “My friend called me a horrible person and said I was going to hell.”

“Ouch.”

“That’s not exactly what he said,” he admits, “but he might as well have. He’s dead to me.”

“And yet you’re still trying to please a stranger,” she says wryly.

“I don’t want to go to hell,” he whines, and she laughs softly.

“I’m sure you won’t go to hell. You might lose your genitalia, but you’re not going to hell.”

“Yes, thank you for the reminder,” he says. The faint music in the background changes songs, and she rolls her eyes.

“This music is getting out of hand,” she says. “It’s like they’re trying to suffocate us in Christmas spirit.”

“It could be worse, don’t you think?”

“Is rather drown in eggnog than listen to another Christmas song.” She thinks for a moment, looking out into the distance off of the cliff of ice. “Can you promise to push me off this cliff if all I want for Christmas is youplays again?”

Percy chokes. “Push you off the cliff?”

“Yes, please.”

“I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” he says.

“Nothing could hurt more than having my ears bleed to that song. I think it would be easier to simply die and get reborn as Santa’s slaves in the north pole.”

“Oh, wow.”

“Besides, this could be your chance to do something nice.”

“Does murder count as something nice?”

“In certain situations, maybe.”

Percy smiles, though he instantly regrets it when his teeth start to ache. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Annabeth,” she says.

“Percy,” he returns. “So before I get arrested for shoving you off a cliff, let me just make sure I’m hearing this right. You want me to push you off that ledge if Mariah Carey starts playing?”

“Exactly. You have my full permission.”

“Great,” he chokes out. They lock eyes and chuckle slightly at their own antics. Percy thinks someone calls his name from somewhere behind him, but he’s much preoccupied to turn around. Percy doesn’t think Annabeth would be someone to bully him, unlike some friends.

Percy thinks he should write a letter to Leo about his recent harassment. He thinks little rascals is a good baseline. It would start with, Dear Darla, I hate your stinking guts. You make me vomit. You’re scum between my toes. That’ll show him.

“Are you alone?” Annabeth asks kindly.

“I’m here with my friends, but I might as well be alone. They’re mean. I don’t like them.”

“You sure they’re your friends?”

“Eh. Not really,” he says, but he’s only kidding. He loves them dearly, even if they’re the worst people he has ever met. Leo in particular.

“Lovely,” she says. Her gloved hands reach up to move a strand of hair away from her mouth. The wind has started blowing harder, and it’s beginning to tangle her hair. “I’ll be your friend, then. I won’t bully you.”

“I hardly know you. How can I be sure you won’t bully me?”

“I guess you’ll just have to stick around and find out.”

He wouldn’t mind sticking around, he thinks. Especially not with the way she’s looking at him, making him feel the urge to pull her in close and protect her from the biting winds.

As they continue talking, Percy can’t help but think that he likes her. He really like her, actually. She’s sweet and funny, always having something to quip back to him. He finds out soon that she lives quite close to him, and something in him screams to ask her if she wants to do something soon. He holds off on that, but he still can feel the way his heart threatens to pound out of his chest.

A sly grin forms on his face as he hears the change in music. It’s not a song that’s easy to miss, so it catches his ear immediately, and he is prepared.

“Hey, Annabeth.”

“What?”

“Guess what’s playing.”

She tilts her head as she listens to the music, and then she groans in annoyance. “Of course it is.”

“I promised to do something nice this Christmas.” She blinks. “You did.”

“I gotta do it to you.”

“Percy—”

“I made a promise,” he says, shrugging. He steps forwards, and she takes a step back, but there’s a wide grin on her face.

“Don’t you dare,” she threatens with zero malice in her voice.

“It’s my duty to you,” he says. “I don’t break my promises.” With that, he fulfils the gap between them, grabbing her in his arms by the waist and lifting her up. She wiggles in his grasp, letting her legs go limp, and she’s laughing until she can’t breathe.

Percy brings her to the ledge, his smile matching hers, and as he tries to drop her as gently as possible, she grabs on tighter and pulls, and he goes tumbling face-first into the snow with her.

He lands somewhat on top of her, and his face is buried surprisingly deep. He pulls his face out of the hole he’s dug, and when he looks at her, her head is thrown back as she lets out uncontrollable giggles. When she looks at him, it only gets worse.

“Your eyelashes are covered in snow,” she gasps, wiping carelessly at his face for him. She kicks him off of her lazily and leans back, looking up at the sky. “You ass.”

“I just did what you asked me to!”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“But you’re alive, and I’ve done my good deed! We both win.”

She shakes her head at him, eyeing him is mock disappointment. “I change my mind. I am going to bully you.”

“You’d have to stick around long enough for that,” he reminds her.

“After you just tried to kill me? You bet I’m sticking around, if only for revenge.”

Percy pouts. “I’m so scared.”

“You better be because when I push you off a cliff, it isn’t going to be seven feet into snow.”

“At least I can die happy knowing that I did my good deed for the year.” Percy turns onto his size and gazes deeply into her eyes. Her eyes fit in perfectly to the scene around them, layers of white snow, barren trees in the distance, matching the grey sky above. He really does want to see her again, to find out if she’s as soft as she looks, if she’s as perfect for hugging as she seems, if she wants to kiss him as bad as he wants to kiss her.

He gets his answer when she says, “You haven’t finished your good deed quite yet.” Percy pretends to be oblivious. “Oh? What else do I need to do?”

She smiles in the perfect way he just knows he’s going to fall in love with. “Kiss me.”

He pulls her in close, both of them still laying in the snow, ice beginning to seep into their backs, and when he puts his lips to hers, she’s warm and sweet and perfect.

And when she pulls away to lock eyes with him before slamming his face back into the snow, he can’t even be mad. She’s cute, looking at him proudly, and he’s falling in love with this stranger on Christmas night.

,, courtesy of ash @silenabeth

#percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #my writing

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percyinpanties · 4 years

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au where strangers will and percy are in the same ferris wheel cart but it breaks when they're at the top and they get stuck there together

not...quite the prompt but - will and percy strangers in a ferris wheel.

words: ~ 900 rating: teen +

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"No, you know what? Fuck you!" Will says in a burst of anger and confidence that is as surprising to his shitty date as it is to him himself, and stomps forward to the still opened gondola of the ferris wheel. The clerk looks a little confused, especially since he had just asked Will and his date if they wanted to get on, and they had ignored him in favour of their stupid argument. Regardless, the clerk doesn’t protest as Will moves past him and climbs into the still open cabin, slamming the little gate door shut behind him and practically throwing himself into the seat. Will defiantly crosses his arms over his chest and takes a second to glare back at his date, still standing gobsmacked in line at the ferris wheel, as the clerk properly locks the gondola door.

“You alright?” A strange voice asks and it’s only then that Will realises that the cabin is not, in fact, empty. There’s a guy about his age sitting right across from him, looking like he can’t quite decide whether to be confused, concerned or just plain amused by Will’s actions.

"I… Sorry." Will manages and looks at the guy across from him. Will hadn’t exactly checked, but he also hadn’t noticed another person in the gondola at all until they were locked in together. It’s a lucky thing Will let himself fall into this side rather than the other, already occupied one, otherwise he might have literally thrown himself at a stranger. "I didn't even see you there, or I would’ve asked if I could join you, I promise."

It’s not really helping his case, Will thinks. He must look like an utter nutcase.

“I’m being weird, aren’t I?” He adds and clasps his hands over his face. The ferris wheel rocks to a start, eliminating any chance of Will still escaping this situation. “God, why am I like this.”

The stranger laughs and when Will peaks at him through his fingers, he spots the guy grinning and shaking his head, leaning back and giving Will a once-over.

"Your date ain't going so well?" The guy asks, the grin on his face only growing as the ferris wheel takes them to half height and stops there to let more people in and out. He's got a strong New Yorker accent and a very nice voice, Will notes as he lowers his hands to meet the guy’s eyes. Will’s returning smile is shaky at best, but if he’s being honest, he could imagine worse strangers to share a ferris wheel gondola with.

Will takes a moment to look a little closer at whose cabin he's co-opted to escape his date and… Good lord. As if this whole situation wasn't strange enough already, the guy is downright gorgeous. All Will noticed before was dark hair and ripped jeans, but now that he takes another look, there is a whole lot more than that. The stranger’s eyes are startlingly green, almost the same shade as the sea glass Will and his mum used to collect on the beach when he was younger. He's got a handsome face, too, tan and freckled, and Will needs to cast his eyes down before he gets caught up in staring and makes himself look even more like a weirdo.

"You have no idea." Will admits and relaxes a little. Sure, he now is that strange guy who climbs into ferris wheel cabins with complete strangers, but given that this particular stranger doesn’t seem to mind all that much, Will tries not to let it get to him too much either.

"His loss, clearly." The stranger says and leans forward a little, extending one hand toward Will. "I'm Percy, by the way."

Will hesitates a moment, cheeks slowly turning pink. His loss? Was this guy - Percy - flirting with him. Will’s eyes flit from the offered hand up to Percy’s face and while there is a clearly amused expression on Percy’s face still, it’s not a mocking one. Will then takes the hand with a smile.

“Will.” He says, lets his hand linger for a moment before pulling away. “Nice to meet you.”

Percy leans back in his seat, his eyes not leaving Wills. They’re almost all the way to the top now, but rather than enjoying the view outside, Percy seems to prefer looking at Will instead. It makes Will feel warm in his own skin, not entirely in a bad way. How a complete stranger has managed to make him feel so much better than his shitty date is a mystery, but Will can’t say he minds, exactly.

“You’re here alone?” Will asks then, trying to distract Percy - or maybe just himself - from the way Percy keeps looking at him.

Percy shakes his head and Will’s heart sinks. Maybe it wasn’t flirting, maybe it was just being nice - and that should be enough, too, shouldn’t it?

“Came here with a few friends. None of them wanted to join me here though, said the ferris wheel is lame.” Percy rolls his eyes as he says it, but Will doesn’t think Percy’s actually upset over having to ride it alone. “Best view around though, if you ask me.”

Even as Percy says it, he’s not actually looking at the scenery and now, neither is Will.

This is not how Will had imagined this evening going at all, and yet he can’t say he minds.

#solackson #percy jackson #will solace #my fic #pjo #teen+#teen and up #Anonymous

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forevfangirlwrites · 4 years

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Okay so I absolutely loved actress! Annabeth but how about a cute little sequel where Percy and Annabeth have been dating and it's the first time they're going to an awards show together and Percy sees Annabeth like really all dressed up for the first time and just fluff soft Percy who still can't believe he's dating her. Or like Percy visits her on set and is just in awe of her idk I have like a thousand different scenarios for this AU sorry love you writing though!

Part 1: Here

When Annabeth had given him a pass and told him he's free to visit anytime, he had nervously accepted it and never thought that he’d actually ever use it.

But since he’s gotten an impromptu day off, he musters up some courage and desperately tries not to look as lost as he feels as he approaches the row of buildings. But he’s a New Yorker through and through and has perfected the careless indifference that comes with occasionally getting lost on confusing NY streets.

He walks up to the gate and casually waves his pass at the guards, apparently doing such a good job at looking like he belongs that after a quick check, they let him go wordlessly.

He breathes a sigh of relief, even though everything he’s doing is completely legal and his girlfriend is the main star of the film.

Holy shit, The Annabeth Chase is his girlfriend. You'd think after so many months he’d be used to it, but it’s a freakout he has twice a week, usually while he’s doing something especially mundane, like making coffee.

Except he’s not making coffee and this is not the time to freak out, so he quells his emotions as he slips into the background of set 8, where the highly anticipated Mark Of Athena starring Annabeth Chase is being filmed.

Dressed in an unassuming jeans and t-shirt, he blends in with the crew in the back and follows everyone’s line of sight to the front where a hall is made up with a giant Athena statue hovering over the scene.

And right there, in the middle, is his girlfriend. Cut up, beaten in, holding a dagger and glaring furiously at someone blocked by cameras.

He can’t even begin to care about what’s going on in the scene, doesn’t even hear the lines she’s delivering, because all he can focus on is just how stunning she looks.

Her clothes are ripped and her hair is a mess, but there’s a thunderstorm raging in her eyes, her expression set so fiercely he can see the determination and tiredness rolling off of her.

She looks like she could go on forever.

He can’t tear his eyes away and he doesn’t even realize they’ve ended the take until Annabeth relaxes, turning towards the director, eyes sweeping the room and landing on him.

“Percy?” she gasps, running up to him so easily that he has to remember that the cuts on her legs are fake.

He can tell he’s surprised her and her hand goes up to fix her hair before pausing a moment (probably remembering she shouldn’t mess with her look) and dropping to the side.

“I didn’t expect you to be here today,” she continues, looking a little nervous.

Immediately, Percy’s face falls. He knew he shouldn’t have taken her up on her offer, now she looks uncomfortable.

“I can leave,” he replies quickly, backing into the darkness a little more.

“No, no!” Annabeth reaches a hand out to stop him, her fingers wrapping around his wrist. “I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just...today is this big fight scene and I look extra…” she trails off.

“Beautiful?” he supplies.

He’s managed to surprise Annabeth Chase twice in the span of two minutes. It's a new personal record.

She laughs quietly, the traces of nervousness gone as she offers him a smile. “You’re sweet.”

He shakes his head. “No, Annabeth, I mean you…” he flounders for a moment, trying to find the words. “You look, I mean you always look stunning no matter what, but right there in that scene, you looked ethereal. Like you were meant to fight wars and win. You look...undefeatable.”

Annabeth’s mouth actually opens at the words, and she just stands there staring at him for long enough that he’s afraid he’s done something wrong.

“Annabe—”

Her lips press against his before he can even finish the word and finally he has himself an armful of Annabeth pressed up against him, arms coming to wrap around his neck. She kisses him hard, like she really did just get back from fighting a war, like it’s been years.

(In Percy’s head, it has been.)

They pull away slowly, smiling at each other, and he wants so badly to tangle his fingers in her hair and cup her face, but the cuts remind him that he shouldn't. The last thing he wants is to be kicked off set by the makeup team.

"You're something else, Percy Jackson," she tells him, untangling herself from his embrace and taking a step back.

"I hope that's a good thing," he jokes, suddenly all too aware that there are quite a few people looking at them now.

Annabeth grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers. "The best. Now come on, you're just in time for lunch."

-.-

He drives her to his place once she's done, after spending the remaining time on set keeping out of everyone's way and talking with Jason once he finally arrives.

Annabeth claims that she loves his place, though he’s not sure why. It’s a small, slightly cramped one bedroom apartment and it’s probably the size of her whole kitchen.

As soon as she’s through the door, she drops her bag unceremoniously on the ground and Percy stares at the name brand, thinking that it’s probably the nicest thing to have ever touched the floor.

When he looks back up, his girlfriend has stripped off her hoodie, and though he’s seen her without a shirt before, he can’t help but choke at the sight. She grabs a shirt he had discarded earlier in the morning that’s laying on the back of the couch (so what if he struggled to figure out which shirt to wear to her set) and pulls it over her head, encompassing her slightly smaller frame in the fabric.

Along with all the other things Percy will never get used to, it’s the sight of Annabeth in his clothing. He tries to remember how air works.

"Percyyy," she whines after noticing him just standing there. She waves him over to the couch where she’s plopped down and he hastens to follow suit.

She leans into his chest as he wraps an arm around her and he can feel her nose against his neck where she’s buried her head in.

"Mmm, I could get used to this after a long day of filming," she says, against his shoulder and god so could he.

"Me too."

They sit in silence as Percy flicks through the TV.

"Did you mean it?"

He stops on a rerun of Jeopardy and looks down to meet blonde waves resting on his shoulder. "Mean what?"

Annabeth lifts her head to meet his eyes. "What you said, on set."

"Of course I did."

"How are you even real," she mutters, more to herself but he hears it.

He grins, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "Like that."

She shakes her head at him, bringing their intertwined hands up to her face. Leaning her cheek against it, she sighs softly. "You could fight a war and win it too."

Laughing, he pulls her closer. "Only if I have you by my side."

And maybe there’s a world out there where they did. Either way, all that really matters, he thinks, is that she’s here with him.

Whether it’s fighting a war or watching Jeopardy, this is how it should be. Percy and Annabeth, side by side.

A/N: Thank you for sending in this prompt! I didn’t write the awards show because I was just taken with the whole visiting set idea but I hope you like it! It was so much fun to continue writing this AU! Thanks again!

#percy and annabeth #percabeth #actress annabeth #barista percy #part #percabeth au #percabeth fic #fanfiction #fluffy as fuck

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cupcakefoggy · 4 years

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Absent - Grindelgradence

My pinning ceremony for my nursing school graduation was cancelled due to COVID, then the virtual one was also cancelled and I’m crushed. Figured I’d check in on my new OT3 and see if they’re handling disappointment any better than I would...

It’s a hot, messy August night and Credence doesn’t care, he’s so excited he could almost scream. He changes hastily in the bathroom at work, button-down shirt and crisp tie underneath his lab coat. This is the most important day of his life...well. After his wedding day, he thinks with a smile, touching the thin gold band on his left hand. He can’t wait for Gellert and Percy to see him right now.

There’s a reception before the actual ceremony. He waits by the punch bowl, texts them both three or four times. He blames New York traffic when he hasn’t yet caught sight of his husbands by the time the procession begins. The new students parade into the auditorium. Credence takes his place on stage. With the lights in his eyes, he can’t see if his partners have made it or not.

The ceremony begins. The students receive their coveted NYU patches on the shoulders of their lab coats and recite the Nightingale pledge by artificial candlelight.. He swears if he listens hard enough during the closing remarks he can hear Gellert’s low, rumbling laugh in the crowd, but no one comes to greet him after the ceremony. He waits, twenty minutes, thirty, forty. Every time the auditorium doors swing open or the reception hall door slams he looks up, but he never sees either one of them, and every time his heart breaks just a little more. His friends ply him with sympathy, offer to take him out with their families.

No. He doesn’t want their families, he wants his. They have to be here. They promised they’d be here. He feels spoiled and mean for being disappointed right now, his heart hammering against his ribs, disappointment warring with self-disgust. You greedy little boy, his mother’s voice hisses in his head, a stark contrast to the fantasy of his husbands engulfing him in a hug before they take him to his favorite restaurant for a celebratory dinner.

The keynotes speaker, the head of the school of nursing, is last to leave; sees Credence standing there in his lab coat and patch, gently asks if he needs a ride. That’s when Credence gives up and decides it’s time to go home.

He takes the subway home, wondering the whole time how this happened. Percy is organized to the point of actual paranoia and Gellert never misses an opportunity to brag about him (and embarrass him) in public. How could they have forgotten? He looks down at the patch on his shoulder and he’s morbidly thankful for the New Yorker tendency to ignore anything that’s not your own personal business, because it means no one on the subway cares that he’s crying his eyes out.

He remembers the day he came home with a flawless report card, must’ve been in fifth grade, and his mother burned it, telling him don’t take so much pride in worldly accomplishments. Is that, he wonders now, what they’re trying to tell him? Is this Gellert and Percy’s way of reminding him you’re not special, we’re done babying you, hundreds of thousands of kids your age go to nursing school, we’re not going to throw you a damn parade? He cries, hard but nearly silent, and soaks the sleeve of his lab coat drying his tears as he gets off the subway and walks the last few blocks to their apartment.

He gets home and finds that the lights are all off, save the tiny one over the stove in the kitchen...which is a mess, with dishes piled high in the sink, flour and sugar dusted over the counter, milk spilled on the floor. Credence’s heart melts when he sees the cake on the counter: two square tiers, frosted in NYU’s signature purple and white, a border of little sugar stethoscopes and red crosses surrounding the words Congratulations, Credence! written in Percy’s flawless cursive. He doesn’t have to smell or taste it to know it’s his favorite flavor, strawberry lemonade.

Disappointment turns to worry. They didn’t forget. Something is wrong, then, and Credence has a pretty good idea of what it is. He runs to the bedroom and finds the lights mostly off here, too. Gellert looks up when he enters the room. There’s a bundle of blankets lying beside him with its head in his lap. Gellert is slowly, gently stroking said blanket bundle and Credence doesn’t have to ask, but Gellert tells him anyway: “I’m so sorry, mein schatz. It was a really bad one this time...”

Credence doesn’t waste a minute. He shucks his lab coat, drops his bag to the floor and crawls up onto the bed on the other side of the blanket bundle and carefully rests a hand on the trembling back of it. "I’m here, Percy,” he says softly. “I’m right here. It’s okay. We’re all safe.”

The blanket-bundle only shakes harder, and Gellert joins in. “We’re both here now, whenever you’re ready to come out,” he tells Percy soothingly. It takes perhaps another half hour of gentle reassurance before Percy emerges from the blanket-bundle with red swollen eyes, and Credence feels his heart break all over again.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing Percy says to him, followed by, “I made you a cake?” As if Credence requires an offering in order to grant benediction.

Credence lies down beside Percy, slides one arm under his neck and wraps the other around his waist, drawing him in close. “I saw the cake,” he says as he strokes Percy’s hair. “I love it. It’s perfect.”

Percy relaxes against him, hearing the unspoken I understand, I still love you in his words. On his other side Gellert lies down too, and wraps one arm around them both. He mouths flashback at Credence; Credence had long worked that out but he acknowledges it with a tiny nod.

“I’m sorry,” Percy says again, and his shoulders shake as he repeats, sounding as if someone is choking him, “I’m so fucking sorry, I lost time, I don’t know what happened. You must be so furious with me, sweetheart, I’m so--”

“Sh-h-h. It’s okay. You’re okay.” Credence holds him close, tucks Percy’s head under his chin; nothing soothes Percy more during a panic attack than being able to hear the sound of his husbands’ heartbeats. “You’re safe,” he tells Percy softly. Gellert snuggles up behind him, letting Percy feel that he is surrounded on all sides by people who would do anything for him. “Half the families didn’t even come,” he lies. “It wasn’t that big a deal. It’s not like graduation or anything.”

Gellert’s eyes meet his and Credence knows that Gellert, at least, knows he’s lying. But it doesn’t matter. Percy seems to take comfort in it, and that’s all he cares about. He knows Percy will want to make it up to him. Credence will let him. They’ll celebrate tomorrow, and any remaining traces of disappointment will be swept away like cake crumbs off the coffee table. But right now this isn’t about him, Credence thinks. Right now, Percy needs him.

Percy drifts to sleep in his arms and Gellert waits until then to ask him in a whisper, “Are you all right? Do we need to talk?” Credence shakes his head. The hurt has long disappeared. He knows they would have been there if they could. Percy can’t control what triggers his panic attacks or flashbacks any more than Credence can control what sets off his own anxiety, and he doesn’t break down like this very often. Something happened, and they’ll need to talk about that later, but right now all he cares about is that Percy is asleep, breathing slow and deep and even, and now Gellert is smiling at him, the pride shining through his eyes visible even in the dim light.

“You’re going to make such a fantastic nurse,” Gellert tells him, leaning across Percy’s sleeping form to drop a kiss on the temple of Credence’s head. He feels the place where Gellert’s lips touch his skin, feels Percy’s breath against his neck, and this, he thinks, is all he needs.

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thesibyllinebooks · 4 years

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The New Yorkers (Part 24)

Leo stood around the large, circular table in the dining room. Calypso sat next to him with a grin so wide it was a miracle her facial muscles were still intact.

“So,” Leo started, “I’m sure you’re all wondering why Calypso and I called you to have this delicious dinner-”

“Because you’re a good friend who knows we can’t cook?” Piper questioned.

Leo shook his head and rolled his eyes. “That’s Jason’s problem, not mine.”

“Tell us!” Hazel said excitedly.

“Well,” Calypso said, looking at all of them. Her stomach was so large she had to scoot her chair back from the table to fit. “Leo and I were having a talk about who the godparents should be...”

“Annabeth and I are flattered,” Percy said, which earned him an elbow to the side from Annabeth. He was just happy that for once they were at Leo’s like the good old days, together and in a relationship, and not with Percy drenching Annabeth in disgusting city sludge.

“We chose all of you,” Leo informed his friends happily, finally sitting down. “It takes a village, right?”

Hazel’s golden eyes gleamed. “Oh, Leo! We’re honored!” she said excitedly.

“For real, man,” Frank echoed.

Leo began to eat. “I mean, you really didn’t think Cal and I would be able to choose which of our coupled friends should take care of our daughters in the event of both our untimely deaths, right?” he asked.

“But if you had to choose, it would have been Piper and me right?” Jason asked.

“I mean to be totally honest, it probably would have been Frank and Hazel. They’re the most responsible,” Leo admitted. Frank and Hazel beamed proudly.

The table fell into comfortable conversation. Percy told his friends about his new job, and Hazel and Piper talked idly about how wedding planning was going. Annabeth and Frank fell into a conversation about something related to their studies. Everything was perfectly normal, the way things had been before.

“So, how’s being back together life?” Leo asked his friends.

Annabeth’s face flushed. She knew she’d have to answer the question at some point or another. “It’s great,” she smiled. “Never been better.”

“Jason caught me up,” Leo explained. “Why would somebody want to take your memories anyway? And our memories too, I guess?”

Frank hung his head, suddenly unable to meet anyone’s eyes. Percy squeezed Annabeth’s hand, urging her that it was high time to tell the truth. Annabeth knew deep down he was right but once she said everything, she wouldn’t be able to take it back.

“It was Athena,” Annabeth admitted stiffly. “Long story short, war is brewing on Olympus. Poseidon wants to overthrow Zeus. She thought I would side with Percy and try to destroy her.”

The table was silent for a long while. Calypso frowned in dismay. “Damn, you’re serious?” he asked.

Annabeth nodded. “She came to me a couple weeks ago and admitted as much. Hazel helped us get our memories back. Athena manipulated all of us.”

Jason frowned. He looked hurt, but like he was trying hard not to be. “So you both knew, but you only told Hazel?” he questioned.

“Hazel can control The Mist,” Percy pointed out, coming to Annabeth’s defense. “And of course we wanted to tell you, but we didn’t know how without you thinking I’m suddenly against you or something.”

Jason shook his head. “I’m not my father. I don’t think that,” he said understandingly. He gestured between Annabeth and Percy. “So, I’m assuming your mom is going to defend Zeus?”

Annabeth nodded. She made a face like her food was turning to dust in her mouth. “Yes, you know how Athena would hate to upset tradition,” she spat.

“What about my dad?” Leo asked. “He hates Zeus. He’s a smart guy.”

“Yeah, he’s on Poseidon’s side,” Percy admitted. “So are Hades and Ares. Aphrodite’s siding with Zeus.”

“This is upsetting,” Calypso said. She was no stranger to the gods’ antics. “Again?”

“Again?” Annabeth repeated. “This has happened before?”

Calypso nodded. Her hand rested idly on her stomach and her face turned into a troubled frown. “Yes, a really long time ago. Maybe... five hundred years? Poseidon tried to unseat Zeus and, clearly, he was defeated. Hundreds of demigods died.” She stood up from the table. Leo didn’t try to stop her.

“Oh, no,” Piper said. “What about the camps? They can’t be safe.” If she was thinking the same thing as Annabeth, she was probably concerned for the safety of all her siblings who would have to fight- and possibly die- in a battle they had no stake in.

“We spoke to Chiron. The gods are already going at it. Zeus poisoned the lake at Camp Half-Blood and put a few campers in the infirmary,” Annabeth said dismally. “When the kids show up for summer, it’ll probably only get worse.”

“No,” Hazel said in dismay. She put a hand on Frank’s arm. “You should get in touch with Camp Jupiter, and see-”

“Of course, I will,” Frank assured everyone. “Is there anything we can do? I get that we’re retired, so the gods aren’t exactly going to allow us to ride into battle...”

Percy and Annabeth’s eyes locked. They had a silent conversation- telepathy, it felt like to Percy at times. He nodded to Annabeth, hoping she understood he was encouraging her to tell the truth, but not the parts that were still too sensitive.

“Percy and I went to Olympus,” Annabeth said. “I spoke to Athena. They’re gearing up for war and they’re not going to budge- no matter who has to die. I know we can’t fight but we can do something better.”

“What’s that?” Jason asked.

“You’re not going to like it,” Percy warned him.

Annabeth grit her teeth. “We have to stop worshiping the gods,” she said. She continued before anyone could stop her. “Not that I hate the gods, or want to overthrow them or anything, but this is the only thing we can do. If the gods fade from existence, they can’t wage this war on each other.”

“That’s a bit...much,” Leo said.

“Do you have a better idea?” Percy snapped defensively.

“Well, it does sound like we’re jumping the gun here,” Jason said. “I mean, that’s a pretty big deal. The gods are well... gods.” Percy loved his friend, but he was sick of Jason always trying to do the right thing. He did’t even know if it could be chalked up to him being Roman, because Frank and Hazel were clearly on board.

“Did you not hear Annabeth? Kids are already getting hurt,” Piper said. “I know it’s your dad, but Zeus has never really been a father to you. Plus, he’s done some pretty messed up stuff to well- everybody.”

Percy was glad Piper said it so he didn’t have to.

“Who said it has to be Zeus?” Jason questioned.

“It only makes sense,” Annabeth reasoned. “And Athena. It’s nothing personal. I’m not saying I think Poseidon’s right. But if the two of them lose power, we could stop this.”

“And then what? Poseidon becomes King of the Gods?” Jason asked.

“Would that be a bad thing?” Percy countered. “I didn’t ask for this any more than you did. And why does it matter who wins, as long as war doesn’t break out?”

Jason shook his head again. “No, that’s not what I meant. I understand where Annabeth’s coming from but it’s a lot- fading a god’s essence is way easier said than done.” He sounded like he was backtracking, but Percy didn’t want to point it out and start an argument with his roommate.

“I know,” Annabeth agreed. “Which is why we have to tell both camps. No more offerings to Zeus or Athena. No more fighting in their honor, praying to them- even facetiously. I’m going to convince Chiron to move my siblings to another cabin-”

“They could have mine,” Percy said. “That’d really burn her.”

“Please, she’d disintegrate the cabin the second they moved in,” Leo reasoned.

“Do you think Chiron would go for that?” Piper asked.

Annabeth shrugged. “It can’t hurt to try. I mean, if this has happened before like Calypso said, maybe he’ll be willing to help.” It was obvious to Annabeth Chiron cared about the campers far more than he did the gods. Annabeth felt a little bad for him, having to deal with temperamental, annoying gods for almost five thousand years.

“You’d have to tell the cohorts to remove their offerings from the temples,” Hazel told Frank. “That’ll take a load of convincing.”

“I know,” Frank agreed. “But if it’s going to stop a war, it’s worth a shot.”

Percy clasped his hands together with an uneasy smile. “Well, that went well,” he said. “Annabeth and I were ready for fights and all out carnage.”

“We understand the mission’s more important than our own feelings,” Jason said. Percy wanted to ask him if he was sure about that.

“That’s the most Roman thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Leo told his friend with a smile. “But for real, whatever happens between the gods, y’all are hands-down my best friends and are totally gonna be the best god parents ever- definitely better than out own.” Hazel cringed at Leo’s dismal joke.

“Good talk,” Piper agreed.

Leo stood up again. “I’m going to find Calypso and then after- board games! Don’t think all this war talk doesn’t mean I’m not still ready to kick your butts!”

#the new yorkers #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #pjo fanfic #annabeth chase #percabeth #hazel levesque #leo valdez #piper mclean #frank zhang #pjo #fanfic

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shikai-the-storyteller · 5 years

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Homestretch....the final Cyberverse episodes... :’(

Season 3: Episodes 21 - 26

Episode 21

Ok so before we start, I gotta fess up and say I got spoiled for something because Twitter Sucks, so I know Tarn is in this series. Here are my predictions about that:

Megatron said he rescued Astrotrain from a tyrant. I thought he meant an Alt!Universe version of him, but now that I know This Bastard is gonna be in it, I’m guessing it’s Tarn

If Megatron DID save Astrotrain from Tarn, it’d be hilarious if Tarn & co. weren’t actually planning to kill Astrotrain, they were just using him as transport, in which case Megatron essentially car-jacked (train-jacked?) them.

As much as I rag on Tarn and the DJD I actually do genuinely love the idea of an Autobot + Decepticon teamup against the DJD THAT WOULD BE SO FRICKIN COOL....

Anyways, on to the episode!

Pics taken 10 seconds before disaster, rip Cosmos.

MEDIA BOT and Cosmos! :D GOSH COSMOS REALLY IS CONFIRMED FOR BABY THAT”S ADORABLE.....I’m so glad he’s finally back in a cartoon

OH WHOOPS I FORGOT WINDBLADE WAS FRICKIN DEAD (ish)

LUNA 3???

The “FORBIDDEN” moon?

Chromia: You can go there anyways! Bee: Huh? Chromia: When have the rules ever stopped you before? Bee: Fair point

BRO WHY DO YOU HAVE A TOY OF SQUIDSCREAM

aw I love all those photos of him and cosmos, that’s cute

Oh no did he quit the business because he lost Cosmos???

METEOR-FIRE what a cool name

I like this dude a lot

I love that he’s obviously depressed about losing his partner but immediately gets convinced to go break into Luna 3 lmao

HE’S GOT CUTE CAMERAS WITH HIM I love that

LMAO I was gonna say “Wow you just flip the switches alright” THEN HE JUST RIPS THE CORDS OUT I love this guy

Hmm suspicious

Aw I love the space-shots of Cybertron, what a gorgeous planet....

Oh hello cannon-fodder #418

SHOCKWAVE SHOCKWAVE SHOCKWAVE!!!!!

IT”S THE GRUDGE LMAO

It’s probably a sim that shows you the scariest thing you can think of

BLURR!!! AW THAT’S SO SAD

Ok I take it back, it’s probably like MTMTE’s “Cyberutopia” thing where it reads your memory files

Watch the cameras Bee!!!

“Bee, I don’t mean to alarm you, but the alien presence has taken over my circuits” *HEAD DOES A 180* GOSH I LOVE THIS FRICKIN SHOW

The facial expressions in this show are SO FUN Bee’s so expressive I love that

I like that Meteor-Fire is so chill about this, this ain’t his first rodeo

He just snaps his neck back into place that’s so freaky and they play it off so well lol

PRETTY SPACE BALL???? PRETTY SPACE BALL!!! HEY HASBRO CAN YOU MAKE A TOY OF THIS I WANT IT!!!!!!

Gosh I’d legit buy a gem like this if it had constellations engraved on it THAT’S SO PRETTY I LOVE IT

It’s a good thing that Bee’s got Meteor-Fire with him, this is his field!!!

Oh lmao JUST KIDDING I GUESS

Well so much for the alien, rest in pieces

I think Saling already said this in their liveblog but I love that Bee’s collecting Windblade’s parts a-la-Megaman X2 style

COSMOS!!!!!! Yay I’m so glad they got him back!!!

Meteor-Fire: Look everybody, Cosmos is back!!! :D ME TOO BUD I’m so excited to see my space-baby

RODDY AND ARCEE!!!! I love that Percy took over for Maccadam, but that’s also so sad!!! ALSO WHY HAS HE NOT FIXED HIS EYES, RATCHET PLEASE HELP THIS POOR GUY

Episode 22

OHH PRETTY PLANET

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: The background designers on this show are great

Rodimus: That place has nothing but bad memories for me Every Drift fan simultaneously: Mood....

I really don’t think they’ll bring Drift back (unless he’s like, a zombie, which would still suck) so that’s a bummer

Rodimus: *Talking about his trauma* Me, very distracted: Wow Bee looks really cute here

SERIOUSLY THOUGH THEY NEED RUNG IN THIS SERIES They need a therapist in every Transformers series, all these bots need therapy (though tbf they tried to give Starscream therapy and that sure didn’t help, pft)

GRIMLOCK MAYBE DON’T--oh ok too late WELL THERE THEY GO

Repugnis?? I don’t remember who that is

A CITY?????? PRETTY

INSECTICON

lmao the frickin voice actor for that grey dude cracked me up

BEE MAYBE DON’T IMMEDIATELY TRUST THEM

Energon masters???? What

Interesting that they used “She” for Grimlock

Affluence??

Oh great these guys are the Cybertronian bourgeoisie

Oh boy they’re just wasting energon huh

THE SHOCKS????

That’s a pretty bubble but JEEZ

OH NO WHY CAN”T HE TRANSFORM??

WAIT WHERE”S THE AUDIO oh wait no OP did mention there was an audio dropout

Is Grimlock gonna make friends with the bugs!!!

OH RIGHT the bug is Repugnis

Aw the bugs are way nicer than the bourgeoisie, surprising absolutely no one

HELL YEAH, EAT THE RICH GRIMLOCK

“If we let you go, things will change! We like things the way they are” jeez

I wonder how the Shocks came about

It frickin figures

PRISON BREAK BEE!!!!

EAT HIM GRIMLOCK!!!

“Well this is quite astonishing” cute....

YEAH I WAS WONDERING IF THEY HAD THE SAME ALT MODE they looked like they had bug-bits, I didn’t realize that thing was keeping them from transforming though

Episode 23

Oh right Megatron has a Matrix of Leadership I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

I ALSO FORGOT WHIRL WAS IN THIS SERIES, MY BABY.....

JETFIRE WATCH OUT YOU BIG NERD

“Rack ‘n Ruin and Ratchet” OH IS THIS GONNA BE A RATCHET EPISODE??? PLEASE?????? PLEASE SAY RATCHET EPISODE

Aw poor Rack n Ruin...

RATCHET BABY BOY!!! I forgot he was a New Yorker in this series lmao

“I LOVE Jetfire!” “I know, me too!” CUTE....

I love that every continuity has Ratchet stuck with someone who annoys him in a ship

I love that Ratchet’s not even concerned

RATCHET’S DESIGN IN CYBERVERSE IS SO CUTE...

Wait UNSPACE???? Isn’t that where they sent a bunch of bad people????

Different Quantum Frequencies??? Dimensionally aligned??? MAN I LOVE THIS GOOFY SHOW

“It’s a blue-purple” CUTE....

UH OH HERE COMES ASTROTRAIN throwing dead-end??

I love that Astrotrain is so HUGE compared to everyone else, thank you Cyberverse for my life

“Every time..” LMAO GOSH THIS SHOW IS LITERALLY THE BEST someone please make a gif of that. I love that this implies that every time someone rides in Astrotrain they get ejected at 100 mph and skid 50 ft face-first, that’s such a delightful mental image. I think this 5 second scene is legitimately one of my favorite goofs / scenes in this show IT’S JUST THAT GOOD

You can tell I really enjoyed something when I make a meme of it

IT”S ILLEGAL TO BE THIS CUTE!!!!!!!!

OK IT’S LEGITIMATELY A LITTLE FRIGHTENING TO SEE HOW HUGE ASTROTRAIN IS WHEN IN ATTACK-MODE, HE SO EASILY PICKED THEM UP but that’s why it’s cool for him to be SO much bigger than they are, I LOVE BIG CYBERTRONIANS

LMAO I LOVE ASTROTRAIN he’s such a turd to DeadEnd

“Time to pay Ratchet a house-call. ‘Cuz he’s a doctor!” I almost snorted my drink up my nose, I LOVE THE DORKY HUMOR IN THIS SHOW

I swear this series was made with me in mind

TWO HEADS, NO BRAINCELLS

You wonder if Shadow Striker and Soundwave ever just rock-paper-scissor to see who has to deal with the latest Autobot bs that day

“And we don’t” OH SHOOT THEY’RE BEING LEFT OUT OF THE DECEPTICON’S PLANS TOO...This is more dire than I thought

Man I really do love Shadow Striker and Soundwave, they’re the only competent Decepticons

OH NO NOT RATCHET!!! NO!!!!!

Ohh so Astrotrain is still a triple changer in this series!! :O

WOW A SHOT TO THE HEAD REALLY DIDN”T DO ANYTHING HUH

REST IN PIECES DEADEND lmao he and Percy both have good survival stats it seems

NICE MOVES GRANDPA glad your hips still work lol

Oh good I’m glad they actually kept the purple thing

RIP Rack n Ruin

DEADEND YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS

YEAHHHHH SHADOW STRIKER AND SOUNDWAVE!!!!!

“You’ve been told this area is off-limits” Oh shoot so Megatron really doesn’t trust them with this huh??? Must be some serious stuff they saw while universe-hopping

“Make us” SOUNDWAVE I WOULD DIE FOR YOU MY SASSY BOY

Love that he’s pissing off this dude who’s literally 4 times his height, love my son

Shadow Striker & Soundwave are Goth / Jock solidarity

Ratchet: Yeah yeah yeah I know Cuteeee

Wow they’re really not gonna help Shadow Striker and Soundwave????

THEY’RE LITERALLY JUST DOLL-SIZE IN HIS HANDS which is probably a not great reminder for Soundwave after that Dr. Tentacle Dude incident

Astrotrain: *bops their faces together* heehee Soundwave: BI Shadow Striker: >8(

JEEZ, BYE ASTROTRAIN

THE STYLE IS SO JARRING I LOVE IT!!! I LOVE UNSPACE AND HOW IT LOOKS (especially when contrasted with the regular drawing-style of the show. Really great artistic choice!)

Oh shoot so Astrotrain can just leave whenever huh

Aw what cute high fives, man this show has such good vibes

Episode 24

NOOOO ONLY THREE EPISODES LEFT.....

:(((((

WINDLBADE!!!! I hope she’ll be ok

DID it work?? Wait you guys still have two frickin shards left, YOU”RE SO BAD AT THIS

A SHARK????? WTF

HE JUST PICKED HER UP AND DIPPED WTF WHO IS THAT

It’s not Skybyte obviously but he’s a shark too so WHO IS THAT

OHH IS THAT THE HALL OF RECORDS????

Wait wtf the Decepticons are attacking?? Oh wait RACK N RUIN DID YOU REALLY TELL THEM THAT

OH NO HE FROZE

WHOA WHAT”S HAPPENING

WHAT OPTIMUS NO

WHAT”S HAPPENING!!!!! WTF

I WAS GONNA MAKE A BSOD JOKE BUT I TAKE IT ALL BACK OPTIMUS PLEASE BE OK YOU CAN’T DIE IN THIS SERIES

Is this referencing the other time when he glitched oh no....I knew that’d come back to bite us

In other news, I love that we’re learning more about the life and (cyber)biology of Cybertron, I’m so glad we got to have pretty much almost the entire series set on Cybertron

I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THAT!!! THAT’S SO COOL!!! This is the stuff I want to see in Transformers shows!!!

Hasbro could literally make a nature documentary set on Cybertron and I’d be ecstatic. Gimme more details about their world and architecture and city stuff

“Fellow Primes, why have I been summoned?” Oh shoot so the other past primes can just jack OP’s consciousness whenever??? That frickin sucks. I do love the Atlantis vibes I’m ge HOLY FRICK IS THAT MAC

AHHHHHHHH MACCADAM!!!!!!!!!!! GRANDPA!!!!!!! PLEASE GIVE OPTIMUS DAD ADVICE!!!!!! IM SO GLAD WE GET TO SEE HIM AGAIN

Chromia: Bee are you crazy?? Bee: YES! *jumps off the ship*

I love that this weird storm cloud area is basically like an ocean, that’s so cool

OH NO BEE!!!!!!!

Jeez that startled me, the shark sounds just like Bee

“Well you’re doing a scrap job” lmao Chromia please

Oh it’s the Argon Sea, it IS an ocean pft

“An ancient evil” hooo boy

BEE he’s so cute. Wait don’t just jump down a random hole AT LEAST WAIT FOR CHROMIA

CREEPY TENTACLE STUFF AGAIN, JEEZ CYBERVERSE

KICK HIS BUTT CHROMIA

Aw man, not you too Bee

MISTRESS OF FLAME!!!! I get so excited about every IDW reference haha, I love Caminus and I love that they’re letting that still exist

JEEZ THAT”S NOT CREEPY AT ALL

Is this a Titan???? IT IS A TITAN

It’s like a Cthulu titan huh

Chromia: That is THE creepiest thing I’ve ever heard THANK YOU CHROMIA, SAME THOUGHT

Chromia’s just like “This doesn’t even come close to my Top 10 list of BS I’ve had to deal with lately”

More weird smoke, oh great

JEEZ THAT’S A FREAKY TITAN

Me, crying softly: GAY RIGHTS....(and Bee). MAN THE FRIENSHIPS IN THIS SHOW ARE SO GREAT :’)

ALCHEMIST PRIME!!!!!!!!! I FRICKIN KNEW YOU WERE A PRIME

“But this is not about me” I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT YOU THOUGH

Wait why is a part of Windblade in Megatron’s Matrix

WHY WOULD THEY ALSO BE IN THE OTHER MATRIX oh they mean alt-universe them

It’s frickin HYSTERICAL that every time Optimus has some ~deep spiritual~ conversation with the past Primes he’s just standing there frozen while the Autobots wait for him to unfreeze like he’s some kind of ancient computer doing updates. Like, that’s legitimately one of the funniest pieces of information canon’s given us so far, thank you for my life Cyberverse writers.

I wonder if Arcee and the other bots ever take selfies with him while he’s frozen like that THERE’S SO MUCH POTENTIAL FOR COMEDY HERE

Optimus: *is frozen for a couple hours while talking to old Primes* Autobots: *put on PJs and unroll their sleeping bags so they can have a slumber party while waiting for him*

Heck now I’m just imagining them playing truth or dare or some similar game while waiting for Optimus to wake up.

I’m sure at some point during their voyage on the Ark, Optimus froze and they all played the “who can do this silly / embarrassing thing in front of Optimus and get away with it before he wakes up” game. Like, Rodimus somersaults down the hall while spouting fire in front of Optimus, Bee does a handstand while singing the alphabet backwards, etc, and whoever’s in front of Optimus when he “wakes up” loses. (It’d be even funnier if Optimus kept pretending to be frozen while they played until someone did something REALLY embarrassing and he unfroze to freak them out. Then again, the Matrix going back into his chest would probably be too much of a giveaway huh)

OH NO I WAS SO CAUGHT UP IN THE EUPHORIA OF THIS IDEA I FORGOT THERE’S ONLY TOO EPISODES LEFT NOW....

Episode 25

I love Astrotrain’s design (both in bot-mode and his alt mode) because he just looks like a grumpy evil train and that makes me so happy.

Also RAIN!!! I love rain and this looks so pretty

LMAO ASTROTRAIN YOU’RE SUCH A TURD I had no opinion of him before this show but now I frickin love him

HE PULLED THE CHAIR OUT FROM UNDER HIM

“I HAVE HIS MATRIX” OH NO DID HE STEAL THIS FROM SHATTERED GLASS’ OPTIMUS OH FRICK

Megatron running like that while holding the Matrix in his hands reminds me so vividly of a younger sibling stealing their older sibling’s diary and fleeing at top-speed from said older sibling and that’s hilarious to me. Megatron is so petty

Dang, so that’s how his eye got messed up. Ngl it’s a good look

CYBER COWS!!!!

Wow that wall is so WEAK the Decepticons are so dumb lmao

Oh yeah they have a new furry on their team

Rodimus: Math isn’t my strong-suit.

Arcee: Especially me! Arcee you are ADORABLE

OH SHOOT MEGATRON CAN TALK TO THE PAST PRIMES TOO...DANG

WINDBLADE!!! MAKE WINDBLADE A PRIME YOU COWARDS

Ok I know I said “Shattered-Glass Optimus” earlier but based on that spoiler some moron on Twitter posted, IT’S PROBABLY TARN...man I wish I hadn’t seen that spoiler but despite that IM STILL EXCITED

Makes you wonder how TARN got the Matrix though (not that I can’t guess 8( )

Oh my gosh I just realized we have the potential to see Windblade kick Tarn’s butt in this series. Cyberverse PLEASE, I’D LOVE TO SEE THAT

Ah so Astrotrain is the new scientist

Ur bugs are probably dead dude

LASERBEAK!!!!

RAVAGE??? Oh no that’s the furry dude MAN I GET SO EXCITED EVERY TIME, I KEEP FORGETTING

As much as I Die for loyal Soundwave, it’s really cool seeing him being his own character and acting on his own in this series and trusting his own judgement / surveillance! It’s so good. Soundwave you’re so smart (and I love that he loves Laserbeak :’) )

*SOBBING* CASE IN POINT...HE PET THE BABY..

OHOHO IT”S *THE* INSECTICONS

Oh shoot the Insecticons are deserting

“No one can stop him. Not even you” dang son

“He doesn’t want us. He wants you” OH BOY

MY BABY WHIRL!!!! THAT’S MY BOY

SEEKERS!!! I forgot we still had a few who Starscream didn’t frickin kill

NICE JUMP-ATTACK OPTIMUS I love that he cuts the dude’s weapon in half meanwhile Grimlock just frickin eats the guy lmao. So much for Optimus’ mercy

FRICK FRICK FRICK IT IS TARN

OK TARN OBJECTIVELY SUCKS BUT AT THE SAME TIME I ACTUALLY DO LOVE HIM BECAUSE HOLY FRICK IS HE A DANGEROUS CHARACTER AND THERE’S SO MUCH TO PLAY WITH THERE, I CANT WAIT TO SEE HIM AND HOW THEY USE HIM FOR THE STORY AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dead End: Yeah, I see your point Lmao I love this guy

Everyone’s gonna frickin die in this series

OH NO WHIRL oh wait yeah he and Dead End know each other, Whirl’s fine

SOUNDWAVE CAN YOU AND SHADOW STRIKER CHILL FOR 2 SECONDS

I love Skybyte’s voice

WOW MEGATRON, YOU”RE ONLY PROTECTING HALF THE PLANET, JEEZ

OH SHOOT

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh so that’s why they had a wall, Megatron you turd

WHIRL NO!!!!!!! oh he’s fine thank goodness

Did Megatron get taller??? He looks taller than Optimus now

Just use Optimus’ matrix you big baby

“It’s time I called in that debt you owe me. Now it’s time for you to save me” I LEGITIMATELY SHRIEKED OUT LOUD, AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

THERE HE IS, THERE HE IS THERE HE IS!!!!!!!

SCREW PAST ME’S OPINION, TARN IS FRICKIN COOL AS HELL

OH SHOOT THERE’S A TON OF HIM WTF

WHERE’S THAT FRICKIN “THERE IT IS, THERE IT IS, THERE!!! IT!!! IS!!!” MEME BECAUSE THAT’S BEEN ME THIS ENTIRE EPISODE HOLY HECK

Episode 26

MORE PRIME NAMES!!! A) that’s very pretty B) LEGIT THOUGH IF WINDBLADE’S THE ONE WHO KICKS TARN’S BUTT I’LL GO APE

OH FRICK IF OPTIMUS IS THERE THEN TARN REALLY DID KILL HIM or it means he beefed it in that universe, as he usually does

“I wish I’d gotten to know you better” 8((((((

What happened to Alt!Universe Optimus!!!!!!! How did you die!!!

Windblade: Optimus, you’re speaking in riddles... Optimus: I always do, it comes with the job of Prime. Windblade: Oh right

“A perfect Decepticon race” HOO BOYZY.....

“All because I spared your life” MAN THAT HURTS

At least they aren’t attacking them right now?

HOW CAN THEY POSSIBLY RESOLVE THIS SERIES IN 10 MINUTES

ASTROTRAIN YOU COWARD not that I blame him, every bot for themself I guess

OH NO THE HURT PUPPY WHINE MAKES ME SO SAD

HELL YEAH SOUNDWAVE SAVE MY BABY BEE

I TAKE IT BACK TARN IS CANCELED, HE HIT SOUNDWAVE

*AND* HE GRABBED CHROMIA, YOU”RE CANCELED, ALL THESE CLONES ARE CANCELED

SOUNDWAVE IS THE ONLY VALID DECEPTICON

Optimus: Can’t keep-- Megatron: WE MUST! Me: *SOBS*

OPTIMUS AND MEGATRON BACK-TO-BACK FIGHTING AHHHHHHHHHH, IT”S THE LITTLE-THINGS

Definitely not the right time for this joke but: AU where instead of saying “Powers of Cybertron, unite!” they say “GAY RIGHTS” to activate their Matrix powers

Frick what if they kill MEGATRON in this series

HECK YEAH EVERYONE’S GETTING AN UPGRADE

Megatron: We must join our Matrixes together! Optimus: Now REALLY isn’t the best time for a marriage proposal Megatron: What Optimus: What

Thank you for telling Optimus to get down for once instead of just blasting him AND the Tarn-copies, Megatron

OH FRICK IT IS ALT-UNIVERSE MEGATRON NOT TARN WHO’S THE BIG BAD

I LEGIT STOPPED BREATHING DURING THIS ENTIRE SEQUENCE AHHHH

THIS IS INFINITELY BETTER (AND WORSE) THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THAT MEANS ALT!UNIVERSE MEGATRON DID KILL OPTIMUS...MEANWHILE OUR UNIVERSE’S MEGATRON SPARED OPTIMUS...MAN THAT HURTS ME SO BAD

MEGATRON NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OPTIMUS SAVE HIM SAVE HIM PLEASE SOMEHOW SAVE HIM!!!!!

OPTIMUS LITERALLY FRICKIN RAN ACROSS THE ROOM TO CATCH HIM, MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS DRAMA

NO!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!! YOU CAN”T DO THIS TO ME CYBERVERSE

“Prime...one shall stand...one shall....” THIS IS THE SADDEST FRICKIN THING THAT”S HAPPENED IM LEGIT GONNA CRY, NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Hold on...my friend...” IM GONNA BAWL MY EYES OUT OPTIMUS

I legit had to take a moment to get up and do a lap around my room while processing what happened LIKE OK I KNOW THEY PROBABLY (???) WON’T PERMA-KILL MEGATRON BUT FRICK DUDE THAT WAS SO EMOTIONAL

MEGAOP RIGHTS....BUT AT WHAT COST

What’s fricking me up rn (granted, several things are fricking me up right now) is that this universe’s Megatron knew he could’ve achieved his goals if he’d just killed Optimus. He said so himself; he could’ve had it all but he failed “all because I spared your [Optimus’] life”. Whatever he saw in that other universe convinced him that killing Optimus just wasn’t worth it (or perhaps, deep deep DEEP down, he really doesn’t want to kill his old friend).

I’m rewatching that last minute and this feels like a frickin fanfiction. I’m Living but also Dying

I KNOW THIS IS A VERY TENSE SCENE BUT MEGATRON’S “I won’t pay for anything!” MADE ME LAUGH

SOUNDWAVE STANDING BETWEEN SHADOW-STRIKER AND MEGATRON!!!!!!!!! STANDING UP TO MEGATRON!!!! SOBS I LOVE SOUNDWAVE SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT ALSO PLEASE BE CAREFUL MY SWEET BOY!!!!! IF YOU GET HURT ILL NEVER BE OVER IT

Two reasons he could’ve done that: to keep Shadow Striker from getting super pissed off and lashing out at this enemy who’s way above their level, or because the “jacked up Frankenstein experiment” thing is a sore subject for her and Soundwave recognizes that (and frankly I’m leaning toward option B because SOBS....I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP)

GOTH FRIENDS!!!

OH OK THANK GOODNESS, MEGATRON ISN’T DEAD DEAD YET

Dang so Megatron did kill Optimus

OH NO WE’RE GETTING A FLASHBACK

FRICK THAT”S SO GRUESOME, HE JUST RIPPED OPTIMUS’ CHEST OPEN

YOU ALREADY KNOW THE MOST PERFECT DECEPTICON, HIS NAME IS SOUNDWAVE!!! YOU JUST DON’T APPRECIATE HIM YOU BIG BULLY

Oh shoot so the Quints came to that world too

DANG HE JUST WRECKED THEIR SHIP HUH....

I’m loving this throwback to the IDW design

WOW Y’ALL JUST IMMEDIATELY WENT “SURE WE’RE ONBOARD” (I mean, good way to stay alive but C’MON GUYS....)

“I have no need for any of you” WHOOPS SO MUCH FOR THAT should’ve seen that coming

THIS SUCKS SO BAD

NONONONO!!!! MEGATRON!!!!

HECK NOW HE HAS THE MATRIX

wow you guys really just let Megatron fall to the floor COME ON OPTIMUS WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR SMOOTH MOVES

NICE ONE BEE!!!!!!

YEAH WERE ARE ARCEE AND HOT ROD

FRICK YEAH WHIRL, MESS HIM UP!!!!!!!!!

YEAH SHADOW STRIKER!!!!!!

RATCHET PUNCHING TARN HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!

FRICK HE CAN JUST MATERIALIZE LIKE THAT TOO

WELL THAT DIDN’T LAST LONG

BEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“And now you will pay the price...for being a hero” DANG THAT”S A COOL LINE BUT DON’T HURT MY BOY

FRICK HIM UP OPTIMUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WINDBLADE NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME TO SAVE EVERYONE

YEAHHHH WINDBLADE!!!!!!!

Yeah don’t turn your back on the body please

YO Astrotrain came back

ASTROTRAIN THAT SOUNDS SO CREEPY AND ALSO THAT’S SUCH A BAD IDEA, JUST KILL HIM

I know this is a kid’s show but PLEASE DO SOMETHING TO MAKE SURE HE WON’T POP BACK UP IN A FEW YEARS WITH ANOTHER ARMY

IM GLAD WINDBLADE IS BACK AND IM LOVING THE HUG BUT DID MEGATRON LEGIT FRICKIN DIE????

WHAT!!! WHAT THAT CAN’T BE IT!?!?!? HOW COULD YOU END IT LIKE THAT NO!!!!!!! THAT WAS SO ABRUPT nO!!!!!!!!!!

The last few episodes were such an adrenaline rush I CAN”T BELIEVE WE CAME DOWN FROM THAT HIGH SO QUICKLY....IS MEGATRON ALIVE??? KICKSTARTER TO FUND ONE MORE EPISODE???? SPARE ANOTHER EPISODE FOR A POOR FAN???

MAN I wish we could’ve stayed in the universe of this show for a little longer but dang!!! That was really really good!!! I’m so grateful we got to have such a wonderful series like Cyberverse! :’) Thank you to everyone who worked on this incredible show!!!

Man now I gotta wait for WfC for new Transformers content....at least I can look through the tag w/out getting spoiled now

A few more thoughts now that I’ve re-read my liveblog:

If Megatron could hop into the Matrix of Leadership he possessed, I wonder if he ever had a chance to talk to that universe’s Optimus Prime... :( based on what he said, probably not, but that makes me so sad!!!! Did they ever get the chance to work things out!!! IS MEGATRON ALIVE OR NOT.....

#i talk #I'm watching Cyberverse #Primordial Robot Hell #Cyberverse spoiler /#I feel like I got a shot of adrenaline right to my heart

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huntamk · 4 years

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BLOG POST #1

1. It took no more than the idea that Greek gods and humans could do dirty and create a child possessing powers of a god but also the awkwardness of humans to wrap me into a utopia of YA Lit. The entire Percy Jackson series had me stoked on reading and what the YA genre could conjure. I loved the mix of magic and real life, but didn’t actually read Harry Potter until the summer after I graduated high school. They were always fun, lighthearted books with some twist that never really made much sense. I haven’t really read a YA book since that summer. But prior to that summer I would spend most of my free time sitting in my bunk bed reading until my dad hollered for dinner. Oh to be a misunderstood teen spending their free time reading again. I read a lot of those quirky books about kids with mental illnesses or cancer (Fault In Our Stars). I couldn’t really relate but for some reason I felt like they spoke to me on a deeper level???

2. Once I started reading, well, not YA books, I realized most of them are kind of the same. Especially the ones about the high school outcast who has really loving parents, no siblings, is awkwardly emotional, and has one really good friend who is super cool and underrated. They always end up with the main character falling in love with the person with cancer or the star quarterback or cheerleader. That shit is not real. And if you have a friend half as cool as the supporting best friend character you should be grateful. They always go way out of their way to please the main character and never get the love and support they deserve. All one way friendships!!! Oh, and the main character is always a genius that is planning to be a journalist for the New Yorker or go to Harvard. Shut up! You have a great life, your parents love and support you, have enough money to pay your college tuition so you don’t have to take loans out, and your best friend is fucking cool! Grow up, not everyone has to be friends with the head honchos of high school, and if they do bully you, there are steps you can do that aid in the prevention of that. You can’t go to Harvard if you can’t handle the assholes in your English class where your teacher is also your best friend and give you WAY too much life advice and information about their past. That cannot be legal.

3. I found this article discussing the impact of social media on books published in the New York Times: “When Social Media Goes After Your Book, What’s the Right Response?” by Jonah Winter. While we discussed the idea of “cancel culture” in class, he brought up: “call out culture.” This means while publishing a book, authors will face slander for their writing from readers, or the classic SJW’s of twitter who haven’t even read the book. I strongly believe a writer should be criticized for their writing and allow light to shine on mistakes within their writing that is either wrong, or may come off as offense to certain individuals. Many people will take their criticism a step too far. Keira Drake: YA author of “The Continent,” received an immense amount of negative aggression about her book. She ended up delaying the release and rewriting most of it. The question I pose about this scenario: if all of the individuals that called her out or threw a couple death threats at her didn’t say what they said, would she have felt enough backlash to feel the urgency to rewrite her novel? Drake and her publisher hired “sensitivity readers” to review the book after the second final draft. These readers utilize their knowledge of editing and personal experiences to show the writer the potentiality of racism, bias, misinterpretation, etc. I respect the cancel as well as the call out culture - Authors need to realize their faults and be able to grow from those.

https://www.nytimes.com/2019/02/06/books/amelie-wen-zhao-blood-heir-keira-drake-continent-jonah-winter-secret-project.html

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—The Last Fatal Hour

Percival Graves x Hermione Granger

One-shot: complete

Rated: General

World: pre-fbawtft

Read on [AO3] [FFN]

This is a belated birthday gift for @cece2046 my September pal, my soulmate, my Dolphins porn pal. I know I’m late, but guess what, C?! I ain’t see nothing for me yet!

He could point her out easily amidst the throng of New Yorkers. She had her long hair—way past her shoulders—down and free. She had wide, intelligent eyes, darting wildly as she drank her surroundings. She had no feathers on her, no pearls, no funny hat. Only jewellery she had on her was her long necklace with an hourglass pendant.

She was plain among the fancy women around her.

When her eyes finally landed on his, he tilted his hat in greeting and made his way to her. Her eyes looked so much brighter closer.

“I saw what you did to the poor gentleman there, ma’am,” he said, smiling when her cheeks flushed at being caught.

“I promise I didn’t do it for fun, robbing him, that is,” she said in a rush. She was English. “You see, I just arrived today and I don’t know anyone or anything about…” she looked around, her hand clasped around her pendant, “about… here.”

“Well then, I guess an introduction is in order.” He took off his glove and offered his hand. “Percival Graves, head of Department of Magical Law Enforcement of MACUSA.”

“Oh!” She seemed surprised. She stared at him, eyes narrowed and mouth pinched, as if she was trying to remember something. “Huh. I’m fairly certain I've never heard of you in my ti—back home, I mean!” She took his hand. “I’m Hermione Granger.”

He avoided another spell, clutching his bleeding side as he watched another auror caught it and burnt to crisp.

“We don’t need these kids, do we, Mr. Graves?” Grindelwald’s voice reverberated the night.

He laid on his stomach, leveling his breathing as he tried to figure out his location under the fog and smoke. He would die. He was dying, he knew. He could feel it in the way he could barely exhale, in the way he had to fight his shutting eyelids, in the way his feet blanketed with some sort of cool air.

But all the while, his mind drifted only to her.

Did she knew he was going to die tonight? Did she really had to leave? Did she left because she wanted this to happen?

He closed his eyes and all he saw was her. The way her rosy lips pulled up as she smiled, the creases it created as the smile turned into laughter. Also the very same creases smoothed over when she closed her eyes in bliss as he pleased her, worshipping the curves and scars and her.

He shook his head. He was duelling against the most vicious wizard of all time. He needed to focus. Focus. Focus.

“Focus!” He heard Hermione said to herself then followed by a smacking sound, most likely slapping her cheeks in frustration.

“Hermione?” Percival called, hearing the sound of papers and clinking metals before he reached her study. “What are you doing?”

She pulled her hair down, freeing the curls from the tight chignon. He liked it. The ladies been styling bob haircut these days. Seeing hers long, curly and untamed, was refreshing. Special. Her.

“Research, per usual,” she answered simply before she jumped in excitement. “A revolutionary piece!” Pride was obvious on her face. “How was your day?”

He walked toward her, wrapping his arm around her waist and caressing her red cheek, positively from a slap. “Not as life changing.”

She laughed, leaning into his touch and said, “Such a talker.”

Percival kissed her forehead. He appreciated the fact he could be his quiet self with her. She understood. It felt intimate, like they were bound by more than words. He eyed her study room from on top of her head.

Her table was messy with papers but he saw no sign of anything metal. The only metal thing was her hourglass necklace, glinting under the bluebell fire of hers.

“You’d do,” Grindelwald said, crouching down and pulling his head up by his hair. “Yeah, I could get used to this face.”

“Swell,” Percival spat sarcastically, “Do we elope or should I send our wedding invitations to my colleagues?”

Grindelwald’s face lit with humor. Percival pulled his head down, freeing his hair from his grip. He tried to roll over but Grindelwald had bind his body still. He cursed himself, a sense of panic prickled his skin.

“It’s only you and me left, Mr. Graves,” the wizard sang.

Percival didn’t want to believe that. He strained his ears to listen for any movement but all he could hear was her voice. The clear enunciation of every syllabus as if she was talking to a child—clear and firm and loud, demanding the attention from everyone in the room. The moan, the whispers, the barely audible voice when she woke him up. “Percival,” she had said. Always Percival. Never Perce, nor Percy, nor any other funny nicknames. Percival. Clear and firm and her. Percival.

“Percival,” she called.

He turned to see her standing right at the front door. Her shoulders sagged, seemingly unsure and small yet her eyes were as brilliant, as resolved as he knew they were.

“Percival,” she said again. This time she sounded more sure. “I have to go.”

He put the letter from Madam President down. “What?”

The reflection of the beautiful sunset against her gold necklace caught his attention. He watched as she rolled the hourglass pendant in her small hand until it emitted a golden glow and blended together with the sunray.

“I have to go, Percival. I got it fixed. I’ve stayed here far longer than I should’ve!” Her voice rose, as if the volume would help him understood whatever her reasoning was.

“What are you talking about? What’s fixed? Why can’t you stay longer?” He pushed himself up, walking toward her to wrap his arm around her waist, to caress her cheek, to hold her so she wouldn’t be able to leave.

But she stepped back.

“Hermione?”

“I’m so sorry, Percival.”

In a blink, she was gone. Second blink, third, fourth, fifth… the space where she had stood was empty.

He ran his fingers through his hair, clearing his throat before he picked the letter up and reread his given mission again, trying to make out the words over his glassy eyes.

In a blink, he, too, was gone, leaving the house alone with their memories to capture the Dark Wizard.

He gave up on his senses and was sure he has gone insane. He didn’t want to think of her. Not now. Not ever. He hated her.

But he hated himself more; for still wanting and hoping, for falling. And the weight of the small jewellery box in his pocket suddenly felt heavier.

“Now,” Grindelwald said as he twirled his wand above his head. Percival watched in horror as he slowly took up his appearance and pointing his wand at him as a perfect carbon copy of Percival Grave. “Shall we begin”—his voice gradually gone deeper—”our revolution?”

“A revolutionary piece!”

“Avada Kedavra.”

There was a brief moment before the killing curse reached him when he actually saw her, smiling under their blanket after the first time they had spent the night together. And he heard her, whispering his name—barely audible and groggy from sleep, perfect and her.

But when the curse hit him, all he could see was the sunset behind her: her hand around her pendant, backing away from his touch. From him.

“I’m so sorry, Percival.”

He wasn’t sure if he could ever forgive her.

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Beard Love

Written for & inspired by @joleanart‘s art post here

If there was one thing that Jason could say about college, it was that it was a fucking ride. Growing up the son of the world’s most prominent (and arguably most arrogant) businessmen and getting sent off to a prestigious boarding school practically the minute he could talk, Jason thought he had it all down. He was self-reliant, studious, charming, a natural leader and so, so unprepared for public school.

Lupa Capitolina Military Institution and Jupiter Preparatory Academy were both excellent for breeding youths of character discipline and strength. Most of Jason’s former classmates were now off attending law, business and medical school or prepping to take over their parent’s companies. Jason, meanwhile, had opted to attend NYU and was studying the Classics – partially out of rebellion to his father and stepmother and partially because it actually interested him. His friend Frank recommended the school after applying there himself for International Studies. Aside from occasional run-ins with Frank in the history building, however, Jason found himself almost completely alone.

Enter, Greek life.

Greek life had simultaneously become the most wonderful and most terrifying thing Jason had ever experienced. Practically the moment his last midterm was over, Jason’s roommate, one randomly assigned Perseus Jackson, literally dragged him across campus to one of the frat houses. Jason doesn’t remember half of what happened that night, but he’s pretty sure it changed his life. He woke up the next morning with a standing invitation to pledge to Chi Eta Beta and possibly a girlfriend. As it turned out CHB and Piper made the rest of his freshman year a lot more enjoyable than, well, pretty much his entire school experience up to that point.

Fast forward two years and Jason found himself with a room in CHB’s row house, a fantastic group of both wild and studious friends and, somehow, a beard.

And okay, a week prior all of the brothers were sporting facial hair in honor of no-shave-november (and because it was hilarious to watch some of the younger pledges try to grow facial hair), but by now the only other person who’d kept their beard was Beckendorf, who’d had a beard almost the entire time Jason had known him. No one had brought it up until now, when Percy – still Jason’s roommate finally broached the subject.

“So is the beard gonna be a permanent thing now?”

He asked, his own face baby smooth since Annabeth Chase informed him it was no longer November, during their 9am lecture on December 1st. Said face was currently pulled into Percy’s signature lop-sided smirk as he plopped down on the couch beside Jason and stole some of Leo’s popcorn, despite the fact that he’d only gotten up in the first place to get more snacks.

“Hey!”

The Hispanic protested, leaning over to try and snatch the snacks back and nearly rolling off the loveseat in the process.

“Here,” Piper said, nimbly snatching the unopened Doritos Percy had fetched from his other side and tossing them at Leo’s head. All of this gave Jason time to pretend to finish reading his page and internally freak out.

The thing was, Jason might be keeping the beard because it was easier to take care of than shaving his face daily – like Charlies claimed. Or, he might be keeping it because two weeks ago at their “fratsgiving” Percy got wasted and spent an hour rambling about how hot beards were. While the other male was distracted, Jason sent a silent plea for help in Piper’s direction. When she caught the glance, his girlfriend (ex-girlfriend? “On a break for Jason’s emotional and sexual discovery” friend?), she just smiled encouragingly and shrugged. Thanks Pipes.

With nothing particularly elegant or solid enough to really satisfy Percy’s curiosity, Jason followed his ex’s example and simply shrugged when the native New Yorker turned his attention back to him. He carefully kept his eyes glued to the book in front of him rather than looking at Percy’s reaction when he deflected.

“Why?”

Percy returned the shrug but then leaned back into the couch and wrapped an arm around Jason’s shoulder. His smirk then went from mischievously friendly to deviously enticing.

“Well, you see,” he started, his voice pitched lower like when he fake flirts with Piper. “If you get anymore handsome, then I’m gonna have to fuck you.”

Once again, Jason was saved from immediately answering by an outburst from Leo and he used the time to decide how he wanted to reply. On the one hand, it was completely possible that Percy was just messing around and had only platonic (or, as Leo liked to call it “bromance”) feelings towards him. On the other hand…well, they might have told everyone they were taking a break because Piper needed to spend more time studying this semester, but the actual reason was because Jason had confessed his confusing feelings for his roommate and she’d encouraged him to try and figure things out for himself without any pressure – and shared that her own preferences had nothing to do with gender and were also open to multiple partners.

Currently, Piper was texting and therefore no help at all, but Jason found that maybe he didn’t need it. There was really only one way to figure out if Percy meant it or not. So, before either Percy or Leo could get too worked up defending his “handsomeness” v. “masculine dignity” (yeah, he wasn’t going to touch that with a ten-foot pole), he gave his own reply as nonchalantly as possible.

“I guess I’ll have to swear off shaving forever, then.”

The living room quieted significantly after that, with only the sound of the Hallmark channel filling the air. Next to Jason, Percy seemed to have stopped breathing, let alone moving, but the blonde very deliberately forced himself to actually finish reading his page before he looked up.

When he did, Piper was still texting, Leo was frozen half off the loveseat with his mouth open, and Percy was sporting one of the deepest blushes Jason had ever seen. It was Leo who spoke first.

“Wha – what is happening?”

His tone was level, but his voice cracked slightly out of either shock or disbelief. Thankfully, Piper chose that moment to finally look up from her phone.

“What’s happening,” She said plainly, standing up from the couch and then pulling Leo up as well, “Is that I’m going to study with Annabeth and you’re going to tell the Stolls that they owe me fifty bucks.”

“Fifty bucks? Oh! Right, the bet!”

Leo puzzled and then practically shot up with excitement. This, it seemed was also enough to finally pull Percy out of his stupor, though Piper and Leo were halfway to the door before he could fully form his sentence of outrage.

“Hey, wait! You’ve been betting on if we’d get together? What kind of friends are you??”

“Not if,” Piper corrected with a grin, shoving Leo out of the door. “How.”

And with that, she too exited the house, leaving Jason and Percy alone inside.

Percy fish-mouthed at the closed door and then all but collapsed back onto the couch next to Jason.

“I can’t decide if I’m more upset that they set up a betting pool, that apparently everyone else saw our feelings before we did, or that the winning bet was only worth $50.”

He groused, rubbing a hand over his face before thumping his head back against the couch and closing his eyes. Jason, no longer feeling insecure, just smiled and turned so that he could lean over and kiss the boy. At the first press of their lips, Percy jolted like he’d completely forgotten the reason their friends were making bets in the first place. He very quickly got over the shock of it however, and started reciprocating.

Jason found that while it wasn’t better or worse than kissing Piper, making out with Percy was certainly different. For one, Percy treated the kiss like he was some kind of underwater explorer, trying to discover and coax out as much as possible and only coming up for air when absolutely necessary. For another thing, Piper never tasted like an unholy mix of leftover pie and Doritos, nor did she ever spend quite as much of her time appreciating his beard. The biggest difference, of course, came in the way that Percy levered him onto his back across the couch so the brunette lay atop him and then started grinding their hips together with practically liquid rolls of his hips.

It was so much sensation that neither of them noticed when the front door opened again until Hazel’s voice filled the air.

“Oh wait, Frank! Nico just texted. He said that Percy and Jason are –.”

There was a pause, one that both boys were now very well aware of given that they’d pretty much frozen themselves.

“Uh yeah, doing that.”

Jason cracked an eye open and felt rather embarrassed as Frank let out a sigh and then pointed behind him back at the door. Percy, for his part, had taken to burying his face into Jason’s chest as if that could hide him.

“Yeah…we’re just gonna go be…literally anywhere else. Uh, have fun?”

He sounded about as awkward as Jason felt, even though he was clearly well-meaning. Percy turned his head towards them just in time to see Hazel wink and shoot them a double thumbs-up before following her boyfriend out. Jason stifled a laugh as Percy weakly returned the gesture, his face going tomato red once more. In the silence that followed, the pair heard her ask “How much money do you think Nico won from the betting pool?” Percy groaned and buried his face in Jason’s neck.

“What did we do to deserve such terrible friends? Using our emotional turmoil to yield a profit. I feel so betrayed.”

Jason laughed and stroked his hand through Percy’s hair because, well, because he could.

“Yield a profit?”

He asked, amusement in his voice. Percy nodded against his skin.

“I may have just finished my econ essay at 4:00 this morning.” The blonde smiled at that and thought suddenly how glad he was that despite the big change between them, all of the little things had stayed the same. They were still Percy and Jason, and out of the things that had changed well…

“Hey,” he waited for Percy to look at him. “You wanna keep complaining about our friends, or do you wanna make good on that promise you made earlier?”

At that, Percy shot up so quickly that he nearly smacked his head on Jason’s jaw and he did elbow him in the stomach. Momentary pain aside, Jason found himself grinning the whole way up the stairs.

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