"props to my boy j. grace" - percy jackson

I had to turn this off, but it's something that allows Windows and anyone using your device to generate text/images.

i don't fucking kno

who would win? one jason VS. double cheeseburger

and like furry percy ig whatever breaks the art lull

anyway if you get a comment like this, chances are that they are bot and their goal is to do whatever it takes to get you to delete your work, most certainly (from what I’ve heard) it’s because they want to “safely” steal your work, use it to train their ai without you being able to rightfully claim ownership of your work since “there’s no proof that the work was stolen/was posted elsewhere first by you” because the original source has already been deleted.

THEY ARE ALL BOTS. at first it was “ao3 is deleting fics and your entire account will be affected unless you delete the fics yourself” then it was “this work contains contents that are illegal and they have already reported you and your fic to the police” (yes, that’s how desperate these bots are), and now it’s this.

report their comments to ao3 for spam—in this case, specifically, I think you may be able to report them for harassment too—and don’t pay attention to them, most importantly don’t delete your works, don’t feel discouraged by their comments. remember that they are bots and they mass comment something like this on people’s works at random to get people to delete their works. (or even if they’re not bot, they are still pathetic bullies who don’t deserve your time or attention.)

“Whoa, hold on—is your seatbelt on? ‘Cause we’re ready for liftoff in three, two, one, whoosh!”

Jason watched as Percy lifted up their toddler nephew, Xander, high above the grass and into the air. His arms and legs splayed like a superhero in flight as he giggled.

“You realize I could use my wind powers to actually make him fly, right?” Jason asked, crossing his arms with a smile tugging at his lips.

“Of course, love,” Percy swung Xander gently to the right, then to the left. “But as much as Leo would think that’s cool, Nico would absolutely not. Besides, it gives me the opportunity to show off for my hot date.” He winked, flexing a bicep.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jason rolled his eyes fondly. “I know you’re training to lift him for the next ten years or whatever, but…you won’t be able to forever.”

Percy nodded, his smile fading slightly. Jason’s heart twisted with guilt. There was no need to state the obvious—especially considering the muscle Percy had put on. His arms were half the size of Jason’s face, and his broad shoulders and chest would likely be able to hold the kid until he reached high school. Still, he knew as well as anyone what mortality meant. Fading.

“When I was a kid and I fell asleep on the couch, my mom would carry me to bed,” Percy said softly, lowering Xander carefully to his feet. He wobbly got his bearings and raced off to the small backyard swing set. “And even if I had strangled a snake in my cot at preschool, or some mysterious one-eyed man had tried to grab me at school pickup, I never felt safer than when she carried me. I know he’s gonna grow up, but…I wanna give him that feeling as long as possible.”

Jason nodded, eyes stinging involuntarily. “Let’s call in that favor from Hera,” he said, recalling how Leo had told him about Xander’s origins. Jason had distrusted the concept at first, but seeing Xander with Nico’s eyes and freckles, Leo’s light brown skin and curly hair…

A weird sort of bittersweet feeling coiled in Jason’s stomach when he looked at his body now. That feeling had always been there—from when he was a ten year old with a faint six pack in New Rome, all the way fifteen years later. Now, his abdomen muscles weren’t visible, hidden under a layer of fat. What once was deemed the peak visual of the strength of the praetor had vanished, replaced with a softness along his stomach and hips.

Of course, Jason tried to look at things objectively. His hormones felt more balanced. He actually performed better at the gym. Hell, even his hair had grown in thicker. Piper had joked about his skin glowing and asking if Percy had gotten him pregnant yet.

But of course the insecurity was still there. It always was, and always would be. Part of him felt like a failure for not maintaining peak condition, even if peak condition had drained him for so long.

Jason stood in front of the full length mirror in his bedroom, studying his new body in his boxers. It had crept up on him, hidden in Leo’s nachos and Sally’s chocolate chip cookies. It snuck in the way that so much love had—sweeping him up, cradling him in a tidal wave.

“Look at you, love,” Percy came up behind Jason, wrapping his arms around him and resting his head on his shoulder. His hand slipped down to rub and squeeze Jason’s love handles. “So cute…”

“Yeah?” Jason asked, his voice hopeful despite the doubt.

“I’m not talking for my health,” Percy insisted, pressing a kiss to Jason’s shoulder. “I love all of you, all of this…” he ran a hand up the softness of Jason’s stomach and to his chest, teasingly tweaking a nipple. “So perfect…”

Jason sighed, laying his head back on Percy’s shoulder for a moment. It was only a moment, though. As insecure as he was, Jason couldn’t deny the fire that coursed through him when he watched Percy touch him. To see that hunger in his eyes, hands on his skin…that sealed Percy’s desire as much as his sweet words did.

“Frank’s on his way,” Percy murmured in Jason’s ear. “He was just talking to me about how he loves how you’ve filled out, so to speak…says you’re more yourself, less tense…”

“He said that?” Jason asked incredulously. It did sound like Frank, but he was still unsure.

“Mm-hm,” Percy hummed, teasing the band of Jason’s shorts. “When he comes over, we could just have a Coke and talk…or maybe something a little stronger…” he brushed his fingers over Jason’s half-hard cock at that, grinning against the crook of Jason’s neck as his cock twitched.

“I,” Jason bit on his bottom lip. “Who am I to deny Frank, if he really wants me…?”

“Good boy,” Percy pressed his lips to Jason’s neck, shamelessly sucking a bright mark for Frank to see. “He can’t possibly want you as much as I do…”

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