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hazel's tweets: there doesn't seem to be a good reason for anyone alive to use twitter. dead people on the other hand could use a space like this to express themselves and have community and share photographs and such

frank's tweets: one day I will be the first guy named frank to have sex or be liked by anyone at all

percy's tweets: having an empathy link with a satyr sucks sometimes because I can tell grover is eating some straight up bullshit right now

I love the idea of Percy encouraging Jason to do little rebellions. That he gets him to show up 10 minutes late to sword practice and to have a bit of a lie in.

Nothing earth shattering or anything but for someone who was essentially taught any deviation from perfection was life or death, it’s a lot.

Percy wants to show Jason that’s not true and that he can be imperfect. The world won’t end if he deviates from the script and he’s not a person for it either. Jason is just a kid so Percy gives him the space to be one.

And the second Jason falters and says this is all too much for him is when Percy stops. He doesn’t push him nor does he even think to ridicule him for it. He helps Jason fix everything and reassures him that it’s okay.

It breaks Percy’s heart to watch Jason fall apart because he performed slightly worse than usual and genuinely think he’s going to be torn apart for it. But he feels hopeful at the progress Jason makes no matter how small.

reyna who was told praetors usually date each other and thinking she needs to do the same, not knowing why it feels wronf

I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot!

jason is the only person allowed to call her lia. if anyone else does, they get zapped on sight. bonus points if lia (or a baby-ish approximation) was his first word :)

thalia took time on each of jason’s birthday’s to grieve - luke noticed and never mentioned it, but always wondered what happened on that date

jason notices how lightning really responds to thalia’s emotions, so he tries to use the wind to communicate his feelings to her …. I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM :(((((((

they both have very strong morals, side effect of zeus’s domain over law and such

"Hi, I'm Percy Jackson! I battled the Minotaur, Medusa, the Chimera, and Ares himself, and that was just in my first book! Since then, I've gone on all sorts of quests; I saved the world twice, and even let myself fall into super-hell to stay with the love of my life! This did not have any lasting effects on my because I'm dumb, not weak!"

"Hi, I'm Thalia Grace. I got turned into a tree to be an evil white boy's tragic backstory, but I got better, so I became a real character who got to be an equal Percy! We had a cool showdown in capture the flag, I helped fend off the Nemean Lion, I Spartan-kicked the aforementioned evil white boy off a cliff, I, uh... I swore a vow of chastity, completely disappeared for the next book, and then in the one after that I only showed up at the end, and still couldn't be there for the climactic showdown. Okay so maybe in the first series I was ultimately just an accessory to Luke and Annabeth's story, but the second series introduces my long lost brother! Surely I'll be much more important and fleshed out in- we have one forgettable reunion with no impact on either of our characters? Oh. Cool."

"Hi, I'm Jason Grace! I was raised by wolves (when it's funny to mention that, not when it would make me noticeably different) and killed a titan with my bare hands (don't ask me how, just trust). I've been treated like a tool by the gods even more blatantly than everyone else, but I'm not gonna think about that, I'm just gonna keep on keeping on. Eventually I die, but after defeating titans and giants, it's probably to some legendary monster or angry god. Maybe Typhon, or- wait, Caligula? I got killed by the Roman Emperor, Caligula? The one who appointed a horse to the senate? That Caligula? I get killed by that guy?"

"Hi, I'm Hazel Levesque. I died stopping Gaea's rise nearly 100 years ago, but now I've been brought back to- what? Well yes, I am short, but I don't see how that's important. I raised and killed the giant Alcyoneus, and I- yes, I am the youngest member of The Seven if you don't count when I was dead, but not by that much, again, I don't see why it matters when they all treated me like an equally capable teammate. Yes, you could say I'm like a sister to Percy, and yes I'm younger than him by most metrics, but don't say little sister like that, it's not like I need him to protect me or take care of me!"

"Hi, I'm Nico di Angelo. My powers are dark and disturbing, so I'm an outcast wherever I go and I need to learn to let go of the past while the demigod community needs to learn to accept me. Then, in the next series, I'm an outcast wherever I go because my powers are dark and disturbing, so the demigod community needs to learn to accept me, while I need to learn to let go of the past. Then, after that, I get a boyfriend."

Canoeing isn't even in his schedule. He would know. He makes his schedule, usually following the Apollo one or the Hermes one when he wants to be entertained by the little thieving hellions.

It's an implicit agreement between the children of the Poseidon, Zeus, and Hades that they are not to enter their dads' domains alone. One never knows how a god might react. Yet, here he is, on a body of water with Percy on the other side of the country.

All because he couldn't say no to Will when he said he needed a rowing buddy. He doesn't even know how to swim.

“Falling in the lake isn’t going to kill you.” The son of Apollo rolls his eyes, at ease on what is to be the less impressive version of the movie he made him watch a few nights ago, Titanic.

There are a few discordances as the waters below him are not freezing and no iceberg is going to cause their doom, however Nico does not feel safe.

“The naiads are just playing with us.” His boyfriend tilts his head towards the clear water, and indeed there they are, laughing girls swimming around their canoe, pushing it sideways.

“They’re going to capsize the canoe.” He hisses, scattering the spirits with his paddle. “And then you'll have to drag me to shore.”

Tricky creatures, the naiads, their mood as elusive and changing as the waters they live in. On a good day, they’ll help campers, chat, be friendly.

Today is not a good day. Today is 'I'm going to torture poor innocent campers' day.

"They know you can't swim, they're not going to make you fall." Will smiles, gently pushing away a naiad with his oar. "They'll grow bored soon enough. It's going to be fine."

"Don't say that." Nico says, gripping the canoe tighter, his useless paddle abandoned on his lap. "You're going to jinx us."

Will huffs, shakes off his warning with a shrug, and he quite literally hears the Fates laugh in their cave, twisting strings.

Bet.

Giggling, two naiads suddenly jump out of the lake to grab Will, water sloshing in the canoe as his boyfriend is pulled out of the boat, eyes wide and protests unheard, all under his amused eyes.

They don't drag him under, else Nico would drop the gloating face he's sporting and start panicking, let him go at the surface, though not before dunking his head underwater.

Will is sputtering water out of his mouth as he swims towards the canoe to lean on it, making it dip under his weight.

"No, get away, you're too heavy." Nico whacks him, without any strength in his arms, with his paddle. "There's no way you can climb back up without flipping the canoe over."

Their trick accomplished, the naiads have left them alone, so now the only danger to Nico's safety and want to make it back to shore dry is Will himself, hands on the wooden edge of the boat, pensive.

Would he be anyone else, Nico knows Will would already have hoist himself up, even if it meant sending him in the water. But he is him, and he cannot swim.

"Fine." His boyfriend says, floating away. "Throw me the lifeline, please."

It is only when the son of Apollo is settled within the lifeline that Nico realises that he, as the only person on the boat, has to row alone.

Sighing, he takes both paddles and starts oaring, the canoe drifting slowly towards shore, cutting through the gentle current of the lake.

"This is nice !" Will states happily, letting himself be dragged. "We should do this more often."

Of course he would say that. If cats liked water, Nico would picture him as a sunbathing cat, head tilted to soak in as much sunlight as possible, a smile on his lips, serene eyes closed.

Nico, however, is looking like an overworked mule.

"Absolutely not." He retorts, wishing for the water spirits to come back and help him. He'll even apologise for trying to hit them with his paddle. "Find yourself another rowing buddy."

Will doesn't answer, which is a sign that he does not intend to find another person to drag with him on the water and will pester him again soon enough.

He makes the mental note of asking Percy to teach him how to swim, next time he stays at Camp Half-Blood. That way, he can even team up with the naiads to bother his boyfriend. They could also finally join chicken fights together, something Will excels at due to his height.

"Nico, I think something just bit my ankle. Please hurry up." Will says, looking warily at his feet through the clear water. "I'm actually not sure we don't have dangerous fishes in the lake."

He wouldn't put it past Mr.D.