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artnerdsrule · 3 months
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Percy Jackson episode 6 + text posts
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artnerdsrule · 3 months
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Percy Jackson proving he’s a true New Yorker by not knowing how to drive in the slightest and yet still feeling well within rights to lay on the horn and criticize the guy who cuts him off.
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artnerdsrule · 3 months
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"It's easy to forget what's important when you're alone."
cue percy four years later stumbling toward camp jupiter with a very vague memory of a girl he knows he loves but can't for the life of him put a face to a name. because he's physically on his own. but he's never actually without her.
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artnerdsrule · 4 months
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funniest move poseidon could possibly make in the next few episodes is becoming an annabeth stan. he saw what went down at the arch, he hears her say she'd side with percy over her mom in a fight any day and he's like 'alright bitch you've lost custody she can't go on your suicide statue quest anymore I have TWO forbidden children now #lovewins #fuckyouzeusIknowaboutjason'
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Keefe through his years at Foxfire
if you insist <3 :DDD
Year 1: Bright, excited little eleven year old. He walks down the halls with a spring in his step, not afraid of anything in the world. The world sparkles, for him. He's going to school with his best friend, he's taking fun classes, nothing can go wrong! He's got more freedom than he could ever ask for, and he's sure he'll make more friends. Everything will be amazing! This lasts for approximately a week and a half. Then he takes a test, and is moved up a level.
Year 2: His smirk hides the fact that he's bored out of his mind. His eyes burn as he stares at another textbook he doesn't have the patience to do more than scan and skip through, knowing he'll be able to recall it all for the test tomorrow anyway. He gets into pranks, this year. He's coasting through all his classes, putting no effort in. His dad took him out of Art, his dad upped the math classes. All he needed to do was stare at a page for about ten seconds and have it memorized. There's no challenge. He's bored. The Great Gulon incident was the prank that marked the school with his image. He grinned as he marched down the halls, pride in his eyes. They still don't know that he did it.
Year 3: He's become the school prankster. The one who never takes anything seriously. He ditches class constantly. He'll still pass every test with flying colors. His father's made sure of that. He smirks, finger guns, and slowly makes every girl in the school fall in love with him. He doesn't seriously pursue anyone, a bit of a Sirius Black more than anything else. He climbs the walls and goofs off and gets more detention than he should, primarily because Dame Alina's decided he's a little miscreant. He is, he admits to Fitz at lunch, one day, but that doesn't mean she has to say so. And, of course, this is the year he meets Sophie. This is the year that everything begins to whirl into a mess, right in front of his eyes.
Year 4: He smiles, and it somehow still reaches his eyes. His dad's gotten really bad, this year, his mom's been acting weird. It doesn't matter, he thinks, ditching school still, passing every class, still, flying on the back of an alicorn to save his friend from her own powers, still. He falls in love with Sophie for real this year. Her soft eyes and her flustered blushes. He really loves her. He thinks he'd die for her, if she needed him to. He kind of hopes she won't. He knows he'd do it, but he doesn't know if she'd like that.
Year 5: His smile doesn't reach his eyes, anymore. His life is spiralling out of control. He's missed too many days of school to make them up. It'll be a miracle if he's even allowed back in after the whole Black Swan mess goes down. Halfway through the year, he stops going to Foxfire. No one misses him, not really. Except his friends. He blows up someone's office. No one is surprised(Except Sophie).
Year 5(repeat): It's a good thing he was a year ahead, his father says. He's still on track to finish school on time. Keefe cringes inside. School is really hard, right now. He can't do anything right. How many different ways can you say "Traumatized Gifted Kid Burnout Syndrome"? He's failing a few classes, he gets yelled at a lot by his dad. He's kind of a loner, now. He used to be friends with everyone in the school, but not anymore. Almost everyone thinks he'd betray them at the drop of a hat. He keeps to himself, mostly. People tolerate him, from a distance. Sophie hangs out with him a lot. Partially because he's alone. It's not good, she thinks, that the person who kept me from feeling alone my first year is alone now. I need to stick by him. After all, she thinks, happily, almost. We're in the same level, now.
Year 6: He's got war intrenched in him. Flames seared into his mind, whenever he closes his eyes. Nothing is okay. Nothing will ever be okay again. He dreams of his mother. He wakes up to hear his father. He goes to sleep praying that the next morning the world will have finally burned around him, and he won't have to worry about it anymore. Needless to say, the world never does. He's still in love with Sophie. But it doesn't matter, because she's in love with someone else. Everything hurts. Everything is bad. He can't sit still long enough to pass any test, no matter how long he tries to burn the textbook into his brain. What was so easy years ago is now practically painful. Everything is hard. Everything is bad. But he still gets up, every day, almost mechanically, and goes to school.
Year 7: He doesn't to to school. He ran, again. No one is surprised. Except Sophie. Sophie cries. A lot. Everyone else quits going to school this year, too. There's a war going on. Haven't you noticed? School isn't important if the Neverseen are burning cities to the ground, looking for a mesmer who ran away.
Year 7(repeat for all Keeper Kids): His dad is pissed about this. Keefe doesn't talk about it. He goes through the motions, once again. Nothing is better. The classes are harder than ever, and he can't make himself think. It's hard to sit and stare at a page for endless hours, he can't figure out what anything means, or even what any of it says. But he's always had good deductive reasoning, even if, as his father says, he rarely uses it. He can pass tests as long as they're multiple choice. Most everything is multiple choice. He'll be okay. Sophie kisses him in the hallway they first met in. It's not their first kiss. He hopes, as he thinks about their plans for war, that it won't be their last.
Year 8: The war is over. He didn't have to come back for another year. He did. He wanted to take an art class. And somehow, as though breathing life through him, the art class pulls him back to life. He's going to be okay, he thinks, staring at a canvas with paint splattered in intricate depictions of real life. He's going to be okay, he thinks, sitting across from his new Mesmer Mentor, knowing that this power does not need to terrify him. He's going to be okay, he thinks, sitting in alchemy in front of a new teacher who knows him as a War hero, not a delinquent, passing the assignments with a sort of joy he hasn't felt in years. He kisses his girlfriend in the hall they met in, again, but in between classes they both enjoy. He looks around the halls of Foxfire. This place has not been okay in a long, long time. He had not felt okay here in years. But right now, he thinks, on his way to Elite Historical Writings, with books on people he's met in the bag he has on his shoulder, he's okay. He's going to be okay. He'll fight to be okay.
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artnerdsrule · 4 months
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Stay With Me
Pairing: Sokeefe (sort of)
Word Count: 363
TW: blood, angst, death
“No!” Sophie screamed, her voice breaking as she lunged for him, catching him just before he hit the ground. “Keefe!”
His inhale was more of a gasp as he collapsed in Sophie��s arms. Keefe’s hands reached for the large throwing star in his side, covering his tunic in red. She sunk to the floor, his head resting on her lap. The sounds of the battle around them faded away, all of her attention focused on the beautiful blond boy in her arms that was slipping away from her.
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artnerdsrule · 4 months
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23 for sokeefe because why not
Prompt: “You died!”
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Sophie rushed forward, hugging Keefe in a vice-like embrace. "You died," her words were muffled by her crying. "I thought I lost you."
"You didn't," Keefe said. He sounded like he was holding back tears.
"Don't ever do that again, asshole."
“I-I didn’t think anyone would care,” Keefe muttered into Sophie’s hair. 
Sophie hated hearing him say that. Keefe had been through so much, but he always stood by Sophie whenever she wasn’t in a good place and he was such a great person. But years of emotional abuse and neglect weren’t things that disappeared over night. It was times like these that Sophie wanted to yell at Keefe’s parents until they understood the pain they had put their kid through.
But that wasn’t what Keefe needed right now. “You have no idea how much everyone was in pain when we thought you were dead. How much pain I was in. I swear, everyone will cry when they find out you’re alive.”
“I’m sorry Foster, I won’t ever do that again,” Keefe whispered. 
He tilted Sophie’s chin up and kissed her forehead. They stayed like that for a while. And they cried.
Author’s Note: I didn't actually kill anyone off because I'm physically incapable of writing angst, but there are a lot of tears. Plus, someone saying "you died" at their (boy)friend's death would sound pretty forced. Also, I wrote this at school.
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artnerdsrule · 4 months
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Too much.
It was too much. Too much, too much, too much.
Keefe battled himself as he looked away from the familiar gold-flecked eyes, the eyes that had stayed with him since the first day he saw them. He couldn’t let himself fall apart here, couldn’t let himself fall apart now, couldn’t let himself fall apart when he had held himself together for so long. He couldn’t be someone that Sophie had to care about, couldn’t be the one responsible for the overwhelming waves of worry and sympathy and something soft and warm that he refused to let his mind translate.
And yet.
His walls were crashing down, crashing crashing crashing like the walls of Ravagog, crashing under a flood and all that showed for it were a few tears that he wouldn’t let spill. And he tried so hard to keep the mask from shattering, but this was new territory, and he would never understand why she had to make it so easy, had to make it so possible for him to let himself show through the façade.
And so when Sophie finally lifted a leather-gloved hand up and cupped his jaw, when she brushed a rebellious tear from his cheek with her thumb, when she whispered, “Keefe,” with a catch in her voice, when she forced him to meet her gaze that held a million different pleas in it, when he looked into those eyes that said you’re safe here, said you can trust me, said it’s okay, he fell apart.
A sob broke through his chest as the weight of all the masks he wore dropped. And then Sophie was pulling him in and his chest was heaving unevenly as he wrapped his arms around her and sobbed into her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around him even tighter, as she saw him, all of him, for the first time, and he knew that she would hate him as soon as he let her leave, because nobody had ever seen him and still loved him, but for now he let himself shatter as he heard the sound of her repeating a single phrase into his ear over and over: I’m here.
He felt it in the way Sophie gently slid both of them to the floor so he could sit, felt it in the way she kept one hand wrapped around the back of his head, soothingly running her fingers through his hair, felt it in the way she clung to him like she needed him just as much as he needed her, as if he weren’t the moon orbiting his earth anymore but they were both planets orbiting each other, inevitably set for a collision course but not caring anymore. He felt it in the way she whispered I’m here over and over as if she knew that she was the only thing keeping him from running away from it all. He felt it. He felt that she knew.
And he didn’t know what terrified him more: the fact that she saw him, or the fact that he wasn’t as scared of that as he should have been.
And of course Sophie had to prove how terrified he should be, prove how well she could read him by pulling away by inches to make him look at her and lie to him, “Keefe, listen to me. Do you hear me? I could never hate you.”
His lips twisted into the shadowed hint of an ironic smile. He wished he could believe her, because oh, wouldn’t it be strange to imagine someone seeing him and staying not in spite of him, but because of him. But everyone left every time they saw him, and of course she wouldn’t be the exception.
Too much.
It was too much, too much, too much, and he had just destroyed it all, sent it all crashing to the ground, made the same mistake he had been trying to run from for years, and it was so terrifying but he couldn’t make himself care anymore.
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artnerdsrule · 4 months
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They absolutely WOULD
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I saw someone mention Grover and Annabeth watering Percy like a plant whenever he gets hurt, and I would have actually died if I didn't draw it.
So here you go 💝
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artnerdsrule · 4 months
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We don’t discuss enough how Sophie legitimately carried and ran with a boy half a head taller than her in her arms purely on sheer love and adrenaline.
What a little badass.
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artnerdsrule · 4 months
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I saw someone mention Grover and Annabeth watering Percy like a plant whenever he gets hurt, and I would have actually died if I didn't draw it.
So here you go 💝
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artnerdsrule · 4 months
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" two terrible parents, but one was better than the other."
Keefe deserved so much better. He genuinely is just the best.
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artnerdsrule · 4 months
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Poseidon heard Percy's Athena impression and decided to help him on the spot
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artnerdsrule · 4 months
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Me and the bad bitch I pulled by being fatally loyal
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artnerdsrule · 4 months
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Percabeth: Grover left us alone for two minutes so we almost confessed our undying love for each other four seasons early
Us: Why??
Percabeth: He’s pretty much 85% of our impulse control
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artnerdsrule · 4 months
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they are really setting up Percy to just break and decide to just climb the Empire State Building with only a knife in his mouth that had "Pay Child Support" written on the blade huh?
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artnerdsrule · 4 months
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They are PLAYING at grover being a possible traitor. I've read the books. I know who the traitor is. But even I AM QUESTIONING. I'm sitting here genuinely puzzling. I'm over here like, ' idk man, is he????'
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