Can’t make a whole fic out of this one cut scene (well yes I can but I’m very busy rn) but for my AU I’m just picturing a scenario between SMM and Don where Don is still on bad terms with Joe and doesn’t know how to fix it. He’s more annoyed than actually upset, with basically no remorse for his actions.
He doesn’t treat Joe with the respect of an equal (clearly) and— being a fellow monster, he asks how he keeps “his human” (dragon chan (his BOYFRIEND)) “in line”.
Oh boy does that set Macho off.
He is geniunely upset because he loves him and that’s why they’re together?? Like
“He’s mine, but he’s not mine.”
The fact that Don viewed Joe as more of a pet than a friend becomes very apparent to Macho. And that is very eye opening for him.
Don views all monster-human relationships that way, and the fact that he would ever think of him and Dragon that way made him sick.
Macho is rightfully pissed off and tells Don that… you know… that’s his problem. Joe obviously figured that out in some capacity and doesn’t like being treated that way.
Don blows him off at first, but once he sits and thinks about it for a while, the gravity of how he’s been treating him all this time sets in. He goes into a full on panic.
also sorry if you don’t want to be tagged in this @oohbuggypie since it’s not a whole fic or anything but I know you were curious about everything that happened between Joe and Don in my fic so here’s a lil insight 👁️👁️
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My absolute favourite post fantasy high head canon I’ve got is that Riz joins the in universe FBI, just his dream of solving the worse of the worse every day, he’s a badass catching criminals and stopping crime, but the fucking realisation hits him that he has ONLY ever interacted with crazy ass fucking lunatics his entire life and now he’s gotta talk to Sheryl about her vet bill and act like he knows what normal people do on weekends, super tight lanced Riz on his BEST behaviour so his colleagues don’t think he’s the kinda guy who commuted a Lot of murders in high school, everyone in this pretty badass office thinking he’s some sweet geeky guy who’s probably never seen the outside of a text book before this job worried the last scene was a little graphic for him and he is just sweating in his little office cubicle hoping they don’t find out he has fully upper body tattoos he got whilst off his tits on snuff at a night club on a pirate island at 15 years old
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Why is it Jade can say “I would bind them and drag them beneath the waves” and “I’ll wrap you in bandages, dry you out…” then turn around and say some dumb shit like “a dilly of a pickle” like a 80 year old eccentric billionaire. Jade. Jade I have so many Questions. Leech twin number one why won’t you just say fuck like the rest of us
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YALL. I THINK MY FAV AUTHOR/FIX WRITER ON AO3 FOR COD QUIT WRITING FOR THE FANDOM. LIKE, I TOTALLY RESPECT THEIR DECISION 100%, BUT STILL DEVASTATED Y’KNOW?
LIKE, THEIR WRITING WAS ONE OF THE BEST THINGS IVE SEEN. THEY ALWAYS FED MY LOVE FOR THIS CERTAIN SHIP THAT I FELL INLOVE WITH IT!! (IVE REREAD THEIR WORKS SO MANY TIMES IDEK HOW MANY 😢). AND I JUST CHECKED UP ON THEIR AO3 ACC FOR UPDATES AND I SAW THEIR MOST RECENT FIC WAS TURNED TO “BY ANONYMOUS” WITHOUT A UNDERLINE (WITH UNDERLINE MEANS ITS ANONYMOUS IN A COLLECTIVE RIGHT? AND WITHOUT MEANS IT WAS ARCHIVED??)
AND Y’KNOW WHAT ELSE?? THERES BEEN MULTIPLE OCCASIONS AT LEAST MORE THAN 4-5 TIMES WERE THEY QUIT/ SLOWED DOWN UPLOADS BECAUSE PEOPLE WERE SO DEMANDING FOR MORE☹️☹️. LIKE IF THATS THE REASON THEY STOPPED I FEEL SO BAD BECAUSE THEY SEEMED SO PASSIONATE ABOUT THOSE FICS TIL PEOPLE GOT LIKE THAT.
LIKE, OF COURSE I ALWAYS FEEL BAD WHEN SOMEONE DOES THAT. BUT I FEEL EVEN WORSE IF IT HYPOTHETICALLY MADE THEM QUIT. AND I THINK IT MUSTVE HAPPENED TODAY OR YESTERDAY NIGHT ☹️☹️. I HONESTLY RLLY HOPE EVERYTHING IS OKAY WITH THEM URHEHJSJSNA :(((
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Kitt sat on the dock, absentmindedly fishing as the sun slowly set. A bite, a fish in the barrel, a couple of coins. Just a few weeks ago he had pulled himself out of the sea and crawled onto this shore.
He had just lost his ship, his crew, his father, hell, even his fucking eye. It still throbbed underneath the bandage, phantom pains from the lunar bastard’s attack. He still thought about that night. What he wouldn’t give to watch that bastard die, if a god could die. What he wouldn’t give to have died in his father’s arms that night, if only to feel his warmth one last time.
He shivered as the sun disappeared over the horizon. Another bite, another fish in the barrel, another couple of coins.
It was a slow process, but he was nothing if not patient. The Moon Lord found his challenge amusing. Dead wouldn’t claim him early, no matter how “foolish” he was in his search for some semblance of justice. He had time. He had lives to give up, as many as necessary. And he had fish to catch, to sell, to hand over to a scrappy collector with handful of helpful gear.
Another bite, another fish in the barrel, another couple of coins.
In the morning he would head out in the forest, clear out that plot by the lake, and he would start his next project. A ship. A memorial. He had not good armor nor a decent weapon. He could barely even use the enchanted sword he happened to fish up. No, it wasn’t time for a fight. Not when he was still so weak, when he could barely remember his eye was branded with an ancient god’s curse, milky white and aching. Not yet.
The Moon Lord would die someday, he would make sure of it. But before that, he needed to lay to rest his ship, his crew, and his father. May their souls be guided home from the restless blue. He would honor them. For now, it was all he could do.
One last bite, one last fish in the barrel, and the last few couple of coins for the night. He packed up and stumbled off to his room where Asher, his roommate, was waiting. He was already in bed, reading through one of his many journals. He wordlessly watched as Kitt changed into his sleepwear and crawled in next to him. It was routine at this point. After he blew out the candle and they said their good nights, he thought about what the ship would look like. He knew it like the back of his hand, but it would be a land home this time, no longer sailing the Astranian Seas. Asher softly snored next to him, his breath tickling Kitt’s nape as he curled up against his back. Maybe he would make his private quarters big enough for two. Just so he could keep the guide close. He ignored the warmth pooling in his chest and fell asleep to the sound of gentle breaths and the ocean’s lullaby.
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percy would legit be one of the hardest ppl to get over if you had any type of feelings for that man
like swear you’d like be waiting for him to do smth bad or look ugly waiting for that ick and IT WOULD NEVER COMEEEE
like if you look at nico bro is SCRAPING THE BARREL for ANYTHING to dislike abt percy
percy smiles a little too bright nico has to turn away and mentally remind himself that percy was one of the last ppl to see his sister alive
rachel legit can’t like him so she probably just watches from afar and she’s chill anyway
if calypso found out percy planted that little flower she gave him and subsequently learned he liked planting and kept that flower alive in her memory??? ITD BE WRAPSSSSSSS
like percy is legit just such a good person that anytime someone has a crush on him 🙏🏼 thoughts and prayers bc that crush is haunting you for the rest of your life
ik moving to new rome is gonna kick start that too bc i feel like chb everyone’s gotten used to him yk everyone’s like “sigh there’s percy and his beautiful face and nice laugh and good morals and self sacrificing ways sigh annabeth sure is lucky love those two together tbh”
but now they’re being introduced to all these new ppl who have to learn that percy is simply percy and bro is wifed up
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