#eclipse did him gooooood

[muzzlemouths]

Today's warm up drabble comes from my newest brain worms, Starshine Station (radio host au)! Not a full chapter, just something for you to munch on while I continue figuring out what I want to do.

Sun (& Eclipse) Centric // Wordcount: 1960

“Gooooood afternoon, ladies, gents, folks on the fence, and everyone except the lint licker who cut me off on the way into the station today. I sincerely hope that speeding ticket was worth it, honey, cause I just know that Mercedes is already guzzling your pockets by the mile!”

A wuh wuhhh sound effect comes across the speakers, followed quick by a giddy snicker from the announcer himself.

“It's the 20th of March, if you need reminding, and that marks the beautiful start of spring, spring, spring! I don’t know about you, but I love welcoming the season with some good ol’ fashioned deep cleaning. There’s nothing quite like giving the room a good sparkle to your favorite moxie melody, and what better way to kick off the afternoon than with Wanda Jackson's ‘Let's have a Party!’ It’sa classic that’ll see you movin’, groovin’, and having an all around good time while you’re sprucing your place up–”

A silhouette in the office window catches Sun’s attention. His chair whines with the motion of a backward lean to get a proper look at the intern waving him down from the other side of the glass, evidently needing his attention right there and then, despite the clear ON AIR sign flashing red above the door.

Not one to keep anyone waiting, Sun lifts a finger, mouthing a silent ‘one second’, before returning to his mic. “–and you know we're all about having a good time down here at Starshine Station! That’s why our special guest for today is none other than the ace of rock, Montgomery McGator, himself! We’ll hear everything he has to say about the bedazzled band trend here in a moment. For now, turn up those speakers for some Wanda magic!”

The quick press of a button sets his mic to mute and allows him exactly two minutes and nineteen seconds to stretch his legs and see to whatever issue has come up. He opens the door and hardly has his head poked outside of it before the station’s intern (you, evidently) is in front of him, clipboard in hand, with an expression that spells trouble.

“Oh, no,” Sun grimaces, “I know that look, dear. What’s wrong?”

You hate to be the bearer of bad news on any day, but today, you fear it could cost you your job. The issue at hand - something that came up only a moment ago - has your fingers tapping against the wood of the board and your bottom lip tucking between teeth, and you stall for time with a bout of silence, procrastinating the inevitable anger that’s going to come your way as soon as you break the news.

Sun is patient. He always is. But now, even he is peering over his shoulder to check on the remaining time. He turns back with a nervous expression. “Out with it, now,” he urges you, “I haven’t got much time left, flower, so if it isn’t terribly important–”

“Montgomery canceled.” You get it out in one breath, an apologetic whine stirring behind the words, and you’re quick to offer the only excuse you were given before he has a chance to do anything more than balk, “H-He said something about a sick dog, and that he’d try to make it next week, instead, if we could–”

Sun cuts you off with a raised hand and presses the other to his face, exhaling rather loudly, “So not only is he not in the booth next to me, where he’s supposed to have already been for the last half hour, but he isn’t coming in today at all? Did I hear you right?”

You nod, slow and shy.

“Okay.” He says sternly. Another exhale. His shoulders rise with gusto a moment later as his palms come open in a simple ‘what can you do’ gesture, “We’ll just have to find someone else to fill the spot.”

“I–” Another whine escapes you, evidence of your guilt despite the lack of a crime, “I’m really sorry, if I’d known any earlier, trust me, I would have–”

“Please, this isn’t your fault,” another peek inside the booth reveals he has approximately thirty seconds to think of a new plan. When he turns back around it’s with a wide grin and scheming eyes, an expression you don’t enjoy in the slightest - given the way it’s angled right towards you. “However, since it’s technically your responsibility to see that our segments run smoothly–” oh, no, “–why don’t you join me as our special guest instead?”

You shrink in place, gawking, the clipboard hugged tight to your chest, “What? No, no - I couldn’t!”

“Nonsense!” Chirps Sun, already dragging you into the booth by the arm, “I need a guest, you’re right here, it’ll work out just fine!”

“I’m just an intern!”

“And our special guest for the day!” He sits you down in the chair beside his own and hastily parks into his a second after. Ten seconds. His finger goes for the mic button, but you reach for his wrist and catch it just before. He casts you a sideways glance.

“What about Eclipse?” You swallow the heavy lump that’s settled in your throat, “You know they aren’t going to like this, Sun. He and I already aren’t on the best terms.”

Five seconds. “I’ll take care of him,” Sun waves you off with his spare hand, “don’t you worry your little head about it, blossom. Relax for me – and put on a smile! – you’re about to be famous.”

“But–”

His finger lands on the button. “Welcome back, listeners! You’re tuned in to Starshine Station, and that was Let's have a Party!’ from the one and only Wanda Jackson. I’m sure you’re all bustlin’ for a bruising from big man McGator, but it appears his schedule rock and rolled out of our grasp–“ he plays a ba dum tss, then chases it with a sad trombone, ”–but worry not, folks, we’ve got someone special to keep you entertained while we sort things out. Give a big hand to an announcer in training from our very own station!“

Sun adjusts the mic in your direction, gesturing for you to introduce yourself.

Fuck. What are you supposed to do, tell him no? Live on air? “Oh, um, - I’m–” you clear your throat. Telling thousands of viewers your name is harder than chugging dry sand, but you do it, and you do it without making too much of a fool of yourself.

“Our friend here has been with the station for a few months now, already!” Sun tells the audience, “They manage things like a true professional and keep me and Moon from feeling like we’re herding cats with all that needs done in a day, truly, where would we be without them?”

You can’t help it, the heat that crosses your cheeks at his words, and you even manage a shy, bubbling laugh, finding yourself more willing to lean into the mic and reply – that is, until you see a familiar face in the window.

A contrast of blue and yellow, silver cheeks and fifteen pointed rays. There, behind the glass, stood Eclipse.

And he did not look happy.

You’re quick to tap Sun on the shoulder, not daring to point your guest out to him but rather gesturing with a panicked look, and he follows your gaze to see Eclipse - arms crossed, foot tapping - with a look that could kill across his face. Sun doesn’t even flinch. He turns back to the mic.

“You’ll hear more from our esteemed guest here in a moment, but first,” and his eyes flash in Eclipse’s direction, holding there, “let’s hear a Lesley Gore favorite, ‘You don’t own me’,” he meets Eclipse’s scowl with a grin, “then we’ll hear a word from our sponsors. Stay tuned in for more ca-lassic hits!”

A button press has never sounded so deafening. Eclipse leaves the window a moment later.

Sun nods towards the door where, already, you can hear the station manager marching towards the booth, “Come on,” he sighs, “let’s get this over with. He won’t bother us too much, I can only stall with commercials for so long.”

The door slams open before either of you reach it. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” Snaps Eclipse, “Our fans are expecting Montgomery McGator, and you think to bring a rookie on air?”

“I–”

“Monty canceled,” Sun interrupts before the apology is even halfway out, “nothing we could do about it, regretfully. Unless you magically have one of the other Glamrocks on speed-dial.”

The look Eclipse gives you both makes you shrink, and you actively fight the urge to hide behind Sun.

His hand twitches. Once, twice. Then it settles at his hip. “That doesn’t mean you get to bring just anyone in,” he scolds, “we have a reputation to keep, if you kindly remember, and I won’t have it tarnished because you see fit to put an intern on air. What type of calls are you expecting from this interview - inquisitions on how to properly staple papers together?”

You bury the hint of offense deep, deep down, and stomp on the pile for good measure, doing your best not to remind the guy who paid your bills what all you did to keep the station running.

Luckily, Sun doesn’t miss a beat. He’s at your defense long before you have a chance to argue. “They do much more than that,” he corrects with a tut, “you ought to know, it’s you who orders them around like a pack mule, isn’t it?”

Eclipse seethes, steam rising faintly from his cheeks, “I won’t apologize for keeping them busy,” he says, “there’s work that needs done - work that doesn’t involve playing in the sound booth - and I won’t be made the enemy for demanding they do their job.” He stares Sun down, looking stern. Sun holds his gaze without even a blink. Finally, Eclipse sighs and deflates at the shoulders, “They can stay for the interview,” he says “but only because I don’t want you falling through on two promised segments in a row.”

Happy with his win, Sun beams from ear to ear and slaps you between the shoulders, an action that nearly has you stumbling straight into the boss himself.

“But–” Eclipse continues, and he angles himself to look you dead in the eyes, “if you ever think about bringing them in without my permission again, I’ll see to it that both of you are out of a job by evening. Capiche?”

“Of course, of course,” Sun waves a hand, “this is a one-time thing, swear on my soul. A special occasion. Won’t happen again!”

You have no idea how he can be so lax in the face of someone like Eclipse, but if it means getting you off the hook, you aren’t complaining. Even if it meant having to go through with an interview that you are wholly unprepared for.

Either way, Eclipse seems to buy it.

“Mhm,” is all he initially has to say, “you’re back on in twelve. Better make it worthwhile.”

Sun follows him halfway out the door, “It’ll be unforgettable!” He shouts down the hall.

Yeah, unforgettable is what you’re afraid of.

Despite your fears you don’t stop Sun from pulling you back into the chair, and not a moment too soon. The last advertisement ends, and he returns to the crowd as if nothing had ever happened, queueing the next few songs and making small talk as he reintroduces you.

When it comes time to answer questions you’re all but sweating through your company sweatshirt, but his smile is there and it warms you to the core, and you find the words come a little easier, this time. Sun hits the dial.

“Let’s take our first caller.”

#drops this before passing out #starshine station #radio host au #snippets #sun fnaf #sundrop #eclipse fnaf

[munamania]

ok and now i need to talk this out on here cause like in all reality idc that much but this is just a little. awk. i might do this under the cut just so i can talk in a bunch of little paragraphs if thats chill ok ty

sooooo right ive mentioned that sam has been talking abt having beef specifically w his roommates but also that friend group at large bc they went on spring break trips w/o him. The roommate took a duo trip with fellow dyke and everyone else did like a big thing together erm

right thats just the context idrc except for the amount of times sams vaguely alluded to it and idk any other details. um but he has called his roommates like the 'poison pills' of the whole ordeal since they literally live together (but they havent been that close. prob since their freshman year when sam was out for a semester. which isnt inherently er bad but hes acting like hes been victimized for the last few years)

and like last night after this long sesh of working on our assignment sam and i r walking to the bus stop and he says something about finding out just like shitty awful drama and how it sucks having to live with 'two of those people' lmao sorry im not laughing im just like. whatever

this said i have plans to see. should i name sams roommate. ok i cant do that rn but we have plans to hang on monday and i would be seeing sam like immediately after for class. and esp if we're hanging out on campus like we might have a repeat of last time where sam spots us out and im not sure if he'd approach and hang this time. but hes obviously aware that me and them like chat

so it's like not so subtle that hes trying to get me to either ask abt the roommate or flat out not trust/see them anymore and i just havent engaged which might come across as "fake" but like. well ill be honest man theyre all a year younger than me and that doesnt mean much but it does feel very immature to handle things this way idk the whole story but im not gonna get roped into the like Omg i cant talk to this person bc of beef idk about...

and maybe i should feel worse abt not being #loyal to someone who is or at least at one point was considered a friend esp when it comes to someone that yeah ig he does know better than i but i dont... sorry ive been talking abt this bitch like cady and regina george except im not psychosexually obsessed im just like. hes been more insufferable than i remember lately yk.

i feel the Tiniest bit bad and like oh have i taken advantage of u bc yk we've hung and smoked and had dinner together often at ur place and def wormed my way into talking to the roommate via u etc but then i remember the way sam talks abt like anything and i dont feel all that bad

and theres this whole thing abt the eclipse i dont have plans to go see it it might happen last second but now after sams asked me abt it and messaged me like yeah idk we (him and his bestie) could maybe take a bus but we'd need a place to stay (asking to stay w my family bc i mentioned it like once on my close friends) and then theyre like going to a diff city anyway like oh my gooooood it's gonna be seen as shady and i dont really CARE i just need assurance that this is stupid as hell and its ok if im a little bit of an asshole about it. i dont think being mad abt the eclipse would hold up but w/e

has not been at the top of my worries and still isnt but now that this is all coming up in the next week im like frank g*llagher voice (sorry) oh Jesus Christ. you know

#abby talks

[julianobungus]

The Collector never liked it when Belos told him that he was too young to understand some things. The Collector was older than any inhabitant of the Boiling Isles, what was wrong with the fact that he wanted to play?

He saw how witches fucked when the Titans were alive. The Trapper jerks did the same in their worship rituals.

He saw Belos playing family with his toys, breaking them every time he tried to have a relationship with someone else. And yet he didn't fuck them himself. He gave them various stupid tasks, stroked them on the head, made them believe that he hears the will of a long-dead titan, year after year. When little titan finds his disc among the bones of broken toys and asks for help, the Collector agrees. He immobilizes Belos and annuls the eclipse. He had long wanted to change roles in Philip's favorite game. It's a pity that human and her friends managed to escape to Human Realm, but it's even better.

One snap is enough to change everything. Now he is an adult, and Philip is a teenager. Now he is the Emperor, and Philip is his Golden guard. Although no, gold does not match his colors, unlike silver.

Since he is the Emperor, he will make all the inhabitants happy. He saw a lot of interesting ideas, fetishes, kinks. He will give his subjects what they want and what they don't want. And his nephew needs to go through training before he can be released from the castle on missions. The Collector, no, The Emperor is trembling with excitement, just imagining Philip between his legs.

Gooooood Loooordie.

Philip being so confused by his new body, the pang of nostalgia being offset by the lurching, surreal swell of horror he feels in his gut. And being made in the same status as his grimwalkers? Disgraceful. He feels like panicking and bursting into tears - he failed. He can't enact justice on witch-kind.

Worse still, the Collector is very much an insatiable, horny thing - he's gone on long enough about how he wishes to create a world of decadence and perversion out of the Boiling Isles. It makes him sick, seeing the witches indulge in - and be subjected to - a dizzying array of acts, performances, transformations and conundrums with no escape from them. He didn't know so many fetishes existed.

And it's not too long, of course, before the Silver Savant is forced to his knees before the Collector - the new emperor - trapped between his legs as he considers either running away as fast he can (as though that would help him at all), or succumbing to the needs of himself and the demigod and giving him a long, illustrious suckling.

"Don't worry Philip - you're definitely old enough to play this game!

#bellector #dubcon #tw; dubcon #Silver Savant AU

[numbernope]

Twilight rennesainse? That was a thing apparently? OMG

I went through the tags and let me tell you this, BELLA WAS STUPID AF

Am I the only one who wouldn't notice Edward-brooding-imamonster-Cullen when this blonde badass bitch was sitting next to him?

Also, damn I forgot how bad those books/movies were... And eleven years old me loved them

That explains so much in my life XDD

#twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight renessaince #twilight renascence #smeyer #Edward who #jasper whitlock #only him #ignoring the fact that he was a confederate #eclipse #eclipse did him gooooood #i mean #he can eat me anytime xd #i mean drink my blood #that too #dont mind me #blonde and asshole is my type #fanart #Twilight fanart #jasper hale #jasper hale fanart

[fandomwriterstuff]

“We’re a well-oiled team of military-grade kindergarteners,” his best friend, and the only other human on the ship who would understand what kindergarten was, continued chastising him and his companions. “The level of education and training among the three of you eclipses that of the entire rest of the members of this operation,” Annabeth continued, pointing her finger individually at himself, his pilot Jason, and his Chief Science Officer Nico. “You know, I’m not that surprised with you, Percy, but you are our XO so you should really be more responsible,” he winced at that, still feeling a bit of imposter syndrome at being the Commander of the USS Olympus. “Jason, shouldn’t you be piloting a ship or something?” At that, he saluted her and did an about face before scampering off to get into more trouble. “And you, you’re definitely way too responsible to have gotten mixed up with this Seaweed Brain and Sparky, so what’s in this tomfoolery for you?”

Nico, the only Neptunian on the ship, shifted his large black wings self consciously under the scrutiny of their Chief of Operations. Percy, as the Commander of the vessel, felt obligated to protect his usually stoic and well-behaved… acquaintance? Di Angelo was reserved, almost standoffish, and resented anyone who tried to stick up for him for some reason, but that didn’t stop Percy’s stupid seaweed brain from doing so. Hence the acquaintance. Percy was 99% sure Di Angelo didn’t consider him a friend. But he was nice to Percy and a great officer, so Percy considered him his friend.

“It was my fault, Annie,” he used her childhood nickname carefully, not knowing whether it would soften her up or piss her off more. He was hoping for softening. “It was just another one of Jason and my dumb ideas that we thought we would need a scientist to help with, and we didn’t want to piss off Leo by involving him in it. You know how he is about his engineer and warp cores and whatnot,” Percy held his hands up placatingly. “Leave Di Angelo out of this, he has sciencey things to do, isn’t that right?” Percy side-eyed his companion who (not surprisingly) rolled his eyes.

“I try not to get involved with human pranks or even Jovian mischief, but Officer Grace and First Officer Jackson were about to be meddling with my linguistics team. It isn’t my duty to tell my superiors what to do, so I sought out the next best option, supervising and ensuring no lasting damage was done to the physical or emotional state of the linguistics team. Now,” Here Percy held in a smirk as Di Angelo shrugged. “If they caused interference with the machinery of the ship, that wouldn’t be my expertise, so I allowed it to happen and-” Percy held back a laugh as the other male started speaking even faster to get everything out as Annabeth turned redder and redder. “I’m very sorry about that, truly, but I had no control over the situation.”

“No control over the situation? You three broke our LIT machine and now we have to go back to Earth as soon as we pass close enough to fix it. Soon enough nobody on this ship will understand each other,” the woman across from them crossed her arms and Percy shrunk back a bit.

“I want to make a joke about a machine being called “LIT,” but I feel like it isn’t the right time,” he muttered. “I know the Linguistic Inhibition Technology is important, but most of us have a working understanding of at least one other language, so it shouldn’t be a huge issue, right?”

“You know it works by connecting to the implant technology in our brains, so as it shuts down one by one, members of this ship from spaces stations and planets far and wide will have no clue why they suddenly can’t understand their XO, or their Chief Officer, or their best friend. So you better explain this. And you have to tell them that we’re going straight back to Earth to fix it because no nearby planets have the same brain implant tech as us. Damn Terrans and their brand name technology copyrights,” Annabeth grumbled and finally turned around to walk off.

“Hey, you’re Terran, too!” Percy shouted after her, but she just flipped him the bird.

“She can do that?” Di Angelo asked, side-eyeing Percy.

“Yeah, she’s been my best friend since we were twelve. As long as she doesn’t undermine my authority in front of everyone else, I don’t really care. I’ve done way worse to her,” Percy laughed at the other man’s frown. “Nothing bad, just pranks and things of that sort. Maybe when we get back to Earth we can show you where we’re from. You never set foot off of the training grounds while you were in school.”

“I would… like that,” Di Angelo paused and gave Percy a soft smile.

“Great,” Percy patted the younger male on the shoulder and made his way to the Command Center.

Percy sat himself down in the rotating chair and pressed on the comms device.

“Gooooood evening crew of the USS Olympus, this is your Commanding Officer, Percy Jackson, speaking,” he smiled at the engineering crew that was scuttling by, only for one of them to pause and look at him like he was speaking a different language… Whoops.

“There was a malfunction with the Linguistic Inhibition Technology and we will be returning to Earth henceforth to repair it before the damage becomes problematic. You may experience glitches with your implant technology and may revert to only understanding your first language and those you have studied extensively. If somebody looks like they’re not understanding what I’m saying right now, please escort them to the linguistics team in Science Bay 3. Carry on. Jackson, out.” He clicked again and the mic turned off.

He sighed, this would be one of his bigger mistakes. They were supposed to be exploring, but they couldn’t do that if nobody could speak to one another. One trip home couldn’t hurt him, and he was sure Annabeth would be happy to see her father.

It wasn’t until later after the Chief Officer meeting when someone finally asked Percy about Earth. For many of the non-humans on the ship, Earth was a place to get education and training to go out in the star fleet, and they never set foot outside the campus grounds, just like Di Angelo. But people had stopped asking him questions because Earth was basically “Space Australia,” as Annabeth had explained to him. The adaptability of humans and their need to pack bond astounded many and horrified many others. So, he stopped talking about home.

It was a new member of their ship, Novax (a Vulcan who was a part of Leo’s engineering team), who asked him about it first.

“I hear Earth is 75% made of pure salt water, and is filled with animals of all kinds. Do you have a favorite water animal?” he asked Percy excitedly.

“Definitely dolphins, though they aren’t underwater creatures. Like humans they need oxygen to breathe, and come up for air very often. My favorite actual underwater species would have to be a hippocampus from Neptune. I’ve always wanted to go and see one, but my human anatomy prevents me from going on-planet,” Percy explained and sipped on his hot tea.

“There are a million creatures in the ocean and you pick one that doesn’t breathe underwater?” Clarisse grunted. His Chief Tactical Officer was a brutish Martian, but very specialized in weapons. “And your second favorite isn’t even Terran.”

“What else do you know about the ‘ocean’?” Novax breathed, leaning forward.

“Eh, not much,” Percy shrugged.

“I’m not sure I heard that correctly, maybe my LIT unit isn’t functioning well,” another member of engineering asked, Nyssa. “Your planet is 75% water and you don’t even know what is inside it?”

“I could tell you about the people who spend their life learning about what survives in the deep depths,” Percy looked up, knowing he had all of the non-Terrans hooked on every word. Even Di Angelo had paused in his note taking and was staring wide-eyed at Percy. “But I don’t know if you’d want to know.”

“No we do!” Nyssa exclaimed. “There are people who dedicate their lives to a place that’s literally not navigable by humans, the main inhabitants of the planet?”

“Well as you said, most of the planet is water. Which means that coastal communities are filled with fisherman, whalers, swimmers, and more. I could tell you about some of those. I could also tell you about the scientists that spend years of their lives building bots that can’t even come close to withstanding the pressure at the deepest depths without imploding, or I could tell you about those that do come close,” he shrugged.

“What happened to those?”

“The video feed cut out after only seeing multiple rows of sharp, jagged teeth,” Annabeth answered, her sharp grin frightening those who hadn’t noticed her. Some forgot that she was Terran, because she was also half Minervan.

“I could tell you about whales. Beautiful, they come in black and white or grey or blue. But they can be as big as almost 100 feet long. That’s as long as most pirate ships. And they could fit about 400 average sized humans in their mouths. You don’t want to cross one of them. And they only live on the surface. The things that live in the deep,” Percy shuddered for effect. There were no Neptunians on the ship, so there were no natural water dwellers there, so all of his rapt listeners were shocked by this information. “There’s the anglerfish. They light up the dark with an antenna on top of their heads, and the light lures in prey. But it’s so dim elsewhere that you don’t see their big sharp teeth until you’re right up against them,” he murmured. “Giant squids are almost as big as whales but not nearly as peaceful and beautiful. They have eight arms and two tentacles that could wrap around any boat and crush it.”

“Ten limbs?” Nyssa whispered, clearly disturbed.

“Plus, the Portuguese Man o’ War,” Percy shrugged nonchalantly. “Also known as the floating terror. It’s like a big blue jellyfish that sits innocently on top of the water with huge blue tentacles that sit just underneath with a sting strong enough to kill a full grown human.”

“Don’t worry,” Annabeth grinned that shark grin again. “Percy won’t tell you about the stories of the old days. He doesn’t want to scare you.”

“That was the not scary part?” Novax gulped.

“Anyway, I just got notified that we’ll be back on Earth in a few days, so brace yourselves,” and with that, she stood and left them all staring after her. When the door clicked shut, Percy had all eyes back on him. He shrugged.

“Don’t look at me. I wasn’t going to tell you about the kr- nevermind,” he stood. “Di Angelo, with me,” the younger officer stood, back to business and was at Percy’s side again in a moment. “Clear your schedule, you’re spending shore leave with me, pal.”

“Great,” came the deadpan reply.

“Don’t sound so somber,” Percy rolled his eyes. “I’m just going to show you the beach and maybe a good gay bar. You need to let off some steam my dude.”

The other male reddened.

“That is so… That is…” he huffed. “Highly inappropriate.” he glared down at the ground and Percy felt a little bad, maybe the guy wasn’t out? But it was clear he had a preference for males. Oh well, that foot was already in Percy’s mouth.

“Fine. But I will be attending and I am a great dancer so you’re missing out,” he winked at the flustered officer and made his way back to his cabin. It would be an interesting few days.

He made a plan with Annabeth. Day one before shore leave, Percy would spread a rumor to Novax about the kraken. Bigger than a giant squid and meaner. Known to crush entire pirate ships in the olden days.

Day two, Annabeth would mention sirens to Nyssa. Hideous creatures that could lure you in with their voices and lead you to believe you were bringing your ship in to everything you ever wanted, when in reality you would crash your ships and then drown.

Day three, Percy would tell Leo about the Megalodon. A definitely very real shark so big you couldn’t even imagine it. Percy shuddered at that one.

“But, there are some good things,” Percy was speaking to Nico Di Angelo from his Commander chair, in ear shot of some of the participants of the conversation a few nights prior. “Mermaids, the siren’s nicer cousin species. And the lost city of Atlantis. Known to be a great and bountiful city, lost to the sea and cursed by the gods to be stuck down there forever. Some believe it still exists, but it’s within the Bermuda Triangle.”

“What, pray tell, is the Bermuda Triangle,” Clarisse sighed.

“Hard to explain. Ships just… go in… and they never come out,” Annabeth shrugged. “Planes go down. Ships wreck. People who go in don’t come back out, so we don’t know if Atlantis is really there or not.”

“That’s… terrifying,” Novax whispered as he walked by.

Percy was sure he had created a healthy fear of Earth’s oceans in his crew. And he meant to, because while he loved the beach and swimming, he did want to make them shy away from the depths. They wouldn’t do well to explore it.

#percy jackson #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #star trek #fusion #nicercy #percico #if you squint