If You Write A Strong Character, Let Them Fail.

This is the kind of relationship I like to write about, intense and faithful.

I'll never stop being obsessed with the way Stiles comforts Derek here, or the way he stands up against Argent here.

Because Stiles knows, he knows how it feels to blame yourself for the death of someone you care about, even if it wasn't really in your control. Stiles and Derek both have that same feeling of guilt on their shoulders, and Stiles comforting Derek after he experiences that same pain another time? Stiles being furious on Dereks behalf? It's devastating, and one of my favorite things about their relationship.

PJO Memes Pt.2

To all my writers who have a tough time with smut terms and not knowing which ones to use, I have found the holy grail for us.

This reddit user took a poll of 3,500 people and went really in depth with asking their favorite terminology, along with actual pie charts on what the readers preferred to see in their smut.

Here's the direct link to the Google doc with all the info!

I bet the person who said to the TV Producer “Hey, let’s let the unknown guy from Kazakhstan go first. How bad could that turn out?” got fired so hard for this. Turn on the sound. You will NOT regret it. For those who don’t know, this is a singing competition in China in 2017. They brought in the best singers around China and decided to bring in a “Wild Card” to spice up the competition. That wild card was Dimash Kudaibergen. No one was ready for him. And the look of absolute SHOCK on the other contestants faces is a joy.

This is soo nice! I agree with everything in here. Like, I always liked Percy but I love Nico, because i was a emo kid in my teenager years , so is great to see myself in a character like that. It's just perfect.

How did I fall in love with Percico? I must admit that the battle was intense.

When I first joined the world of Percy Jackson in 2015, I had no idea what I was getting into.

Actually, I had no idea of anything ... anything at all.

Only one thing was clear.

Nico di Angelo.

This character was introduced to me in a fanfic about a niece of mine who is older than me. She asked me to read her fanfic, and I just did.

It was a [Percy Jackson x Reader], but contrary to what the fanfic says and the feelings of the protagonist, I ended up getting interested on Nico di Angelo.

He was like a crush. At that point he was introduced to me as the typical bad emo boy (which I really didn't like very much), but that character had something, and when I'm curious, I look for information.

Obviously I read every word of the Nico di Angelo Wikia, and since at that moment the Blood of Olympus had barely come out, the Solangelo didn´t exist, practically.

Was I disappointed? Yes. I must admit that I was disappointed to read this character that had struck me was “gay” and, apart, he was in love with the protagonist.

So I gave myself the task of buying the first book (The Lightning Thief), only by Nico di Angelo.

I was 12 years old at the time, and being the first book I read for my own interest, I began to idolize Rick Riordan for being so hooked on his books. I was so hooked on the narrative, the world, and the characters that he made me hopelessly a reader.

By idolizing Rick Riordan for opening up so many possibilities that reading books gave me, I also began to idolize his beliefs, and consequently, in the first book I fell in love with Percabeth.

Percabeth was my life back then.

Annabeth, the strong, determined girl, who ran away from her family when she was 7 years old, fighting for her freedom (or at least in my 12-year-old mind). And Percy Jackson, that kid hurt by his stepfather, sarcastic and kind of mature boy.

They were THE COUPLE.

I continued to ship them in later books.

The Titan's Curse have arrived. I already knew that Bianca was going to die, I already knew the whole story of Nico. But still, reading every paragraph where he came out was a delight. It was more intense, it penetrated you deeper, you could see things that you could not appreciate by reading the wikia.

I didn't give too much importance to Nico. Yes, he was still my favorite character, but I wanted to see Percabeth develop.

The Titan's Curse happened, The Battle of the Labyrinth too, and I didn't really take into account the scenes where Nico and Percy were together, I just liked to appreciate the scenes where Nico used his powers, became strong or showed that personality that I loved, since I was expecting more than anything the Percy and Annabeth scenes.

I didn't like Rachel very much, I didn't like Luke, I didn't like Calypso ... Simply because they got in the way of my ship (I was wrong, and now I know it). With Nico, I just didn't love that he had a crush on Percy, but I still liked the character. I knew from reading the wikia, that they weren't going to end up together anyway. I knew that in the end the one who would triumph was going to be Percabeth. And I was waiting for it.

The Percico Fire escape scene happened in the last chapter of The Battle of the Labyrinth, I treasured that scene in my heart more than anything for being a scene where you see a Nico who lost his inocence too quickly, but still wants to savor the world around him. But the Percico in that book was totally overshadowed by Percabeth's first kiss. I was totally eclipsed.

And in the end I came to The Last Olympian.

It hurt me that Nico cheated on Percy. At that moment I couldn´t see anything of the background of his intentions.

I was really blind.

Luke died, and what I had been waiting for for five books happened.

The kiss Percabeth under the water. I liked? Yes, at the time I fangirled quite a bit, I was happy and it made my day.

At this point I was 13 years old.

The second saga arrived. The Son of Neptune arrived. Nico di Angelo came out not telling Percy his true identity. I was confused. Percy remembered Annabeth and I calmed down awaiting their reunion.

The reunion came and I felt happy, but not excited. The new characters had overshadowed it a bit.

I was more confused not seeing Nico in most of the chapters. I found out that he passed Tartarus alone, yes, I found out that he was locked in a jar in a half-dead state, yes. But I didn´t take the importance that it deserved.

I was angered to see Percy's indifference towards Nico. And at the time I thought I was angry because Nico was my favorite character.

I was wrong.

Percy and Annabeth fell into Tartarus, and while I liked that the golden couple survived that hell together, with their love, it really didn't feel as good as I thought. I started to lose interest a little. The way they related was no different than when they were friends, just a few cheesy moments here and there. Still, I followed the ship on its journey through Tartarus.

Even Bob.

Bob, the titan Iapetus who told Percy that Nico had sent it to save him. That part where Percy realizes that he must have been a best friend to Nico, in that moment where Percy realizes, dying, that Nico was stronger than he thought.

I was moved by such thought, but still, I continued with Percabeth, simply with the new thought that Percy should take more importance on Nico, because, by the gods, he was NICO DI ANGELO, the son of Hades, the Ghost King. He was my dream character.

The scene that changed everything arrived.

The Cupid scene.

I already knew that that was the moment where Nico confessed that he was in love with Percy. I knew it from the first book, even before.

But it was very different to know it than to read it in great detail.

“I had a crush on Percy. That´s the truth. That´s the big secret.”

In that scene, I felt a lump in my stomach. It was a strange emotion and in a way unpleasant and pleasant at the same time. I was excited to know that I had reached the peak of the character, but really outside of that I didn´t take much importance, since ... Please ... WHAT ABOUT THE PERCABETH?

Still, inside of me I felt a curiosity to know more about Nico's feelings. I felt like something had fallen into place, but I didn't know what.

At that time I was 14 years old.

The end of the second saga came and Will Solace arrived.

I felt even more confused and upset. I, who had already accepted the knowledge that Nico loved Percy, felt betrayed to see how in a couple of pages Nico had a crush for Will.

How was it possible? What was the reason?

It was sudden, it was rude. I felt a knot in my stomach. I didn't have time to process it when the Solangelo was slapped across my face and across a couple of pages.

I kept reading and the most controversial scene arrived.

"I see that you´re cute, but you´re not my type"

I honestly felt like something didn't add up. I felt more confused. And I felt worse when I found out that Annabeth and Percy had a vision to move to New Rome for college after finishing their last year of high school.

I felt as if the characters were slipping through my hands. Growing up too fast and letting things slide when I wasn't ready to face it yet.

The second saga felt confused, and had unpleasant feelings hanging around. Loose ends that my brain couldn´t spin.

Something was wrong, and I was felt, but I didn't know it.

At this point I was nowhere near my 15th birthday.

I tried to hold on a little to the Nico di Angelo that I knew, not that strange boy who fell in love with Will Solace.

So I read some old Nico di Angelo fanfictions, and why deny it, some Percico fanfics too.

I liked? Yes, I must admit that it had something, although I didn´t understand why yet. Still, I continued to ship Percabeth.

The curiosity for the Percico was very big, and little by little I began to like it more. The dynamics seemed interesting to me. Still, I didn't understand many things.

I had my small Percico phase in 2017. And after that, I left the fandom after reading The Hidden Oracle. I found it funny, yes, but it didn't feel the same anymore. That emotion that put Rick in the first saga and part of the second had been extinguished.

Everything was different. It felt drier, strained, broken. I didn´t like it. It was disappointing.

2020 came, and the pandemic arrived.

At this point I was 17 and less than three months away from leaving high school.

In those almost 3 years of taking a break from Rick Riordan, I had become interested in other things. Shingeki no Kyojin, Supernatural, The Maze Runner, Death Note, etc. I had many stages in those three years.

I grew older, I saw more things and I better understand some circumstances.

In my last days of high school, before the online classes, I met a boy very much like Nico. Very similar. I looked at him and I smiled. I remembered my time when Nico di Angelo was my favorite character.

Remembering what Rick Riordan had done for me by publishing the Percy Jackson books.

Rick Riordan, whether he wanted to or not, he changed my life. He made me be a different person, and I liked the direction.

The end of 2020 came and I was already 18. The online classes had already started and I had already started my first semester of college.

The December 2020 holidays arrived, and my favorite series called Supernatural ended in a painful way.

How is it possible that Dean and Castiel didn't end up together? Castiel loved Dean. He was the most important person to him. He sacrificed himself because he Love him. Why did Dean have to die like Castiel?

His background was beautiful, tragic, although it was not explicitly seen it was there, waiting to see who saw how beautiful the feelings they had for each other.

I felt bad and desolate. The pandemic was affecting me more than I had thought.

I was not a sociable person, but being indoors all the time was frustrating.

I remembered the time when I was happiest, the time when I could go out with friends, where I could appreciate my crush from afar knowing that he would never reciprocate, but I was fine with it.

Nico di Angelo.

Again the character appeared in my head. And, with the new vision that I had, after 6 years of having fallen in love with Nico the first time, I was now ready to analyze, to really know what was wrong three years ago. I read The Trials of Apollo. I didn't like it. It was unpleasant. The only character I was there for was Nico, but even so, the Nico they introduced me to was different, it was everything I didn't remember about Nico.

I didn't like where Rick had led things.

I was frustrated.

I was about to give up, but ...

Percico

I remembered the name of the ship and the nice feeling that had hit me years ago, so I started reading percico fics on Wattpad, and although I really liked them, something was missing.

An English fanfic appeared called What Happened in Venice? By MidnightinJapan.

The characters were so canon, they were how I remembered them, and the way Nico and Percy fit together was really beautiful. Their personalities complemented each other in a unique way.

I fell in love, honestly.

I started researching, analyzing, rereading the books. I began to realize many things that I had not noticed, both about the Percico and the Percabeth.

Scenes came to mind where Percy and Nico had been together, and that thing that had been bothering me for years had finally fallen into place.

The fluff and pretty feelings I had felt with the Percabeth had no chance against the strong overwhelming, passionate and tragic feeling of love in the Percico.

It felt so pure, so sincere, so deep, so developed without falling into the cliché.

It's perfect.

My perception had changed in those years, and I realized that I had done wrong to idolize Rick Riordan the way I did, because in my point of view he has made mistakes.

Percico became my OTP right away. And I remembered that three years ago I had liked it. My subconscious had tried to tell me, but I ignored it!

I started looking for fanarts on Pinterest, on Twitter, wherever I could be found. And that's where everything went wrong.

I rejoined the Percy Jackson fandom and realized that the fandom had changed. Everything had changed.

The shippers Solangelo and Percabeth had gone toxic. The Percico had almost disappeared. Hatred was sinking the ship. And I got mad. I got very angry. I tried to contain myself as much as I could, but after almost 6 months of enduring the hatred thrown at my ship, I had to do something about it. I created my Percico accounts. I tried to put a stop to it even though it was impossible. I'm really trying to get out.

In my head there was no room for them to send Percico so much hatred if he was the best ship for me.

I had my Percabeth phase, I understood how eclipsing they could be, but I, who had already been in the fandom for many years, understood things better and now I am determined not to give up.

I'm not going to let the Percico sink.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (2001) dir. David Heyman

UPDATE! Retrospectiva e planos futuros

Oii, como vai? Faz tempo que a gente não conversa, não?

Bem, eu estive adiando esse momento por alguns meses. Esse ano foi um período bem difícil para mim, praticamente fiquei doente o ano todo com uma infecção no fígado e o diabetes que rouba toda a minha energia. Por isso, acabei não escrevendo tanto e deixando de lado alguns projetos. Então, esse post vai servir para informar o que vai acontecer a partir de janeiro, e se eu tiver energia, talvez eu já comece em agora em dezembro.

Não sei se vocês sabem, eu mantive um blog de dicas de escrita durante mais de cinco anos, com quase dois mil seguidores, ele se chamava @escritoremaprendizado e @desafiodeescritadiario, com mais de quinhentos posts (em português, já que já muito desses blogs em inglês). Sei que não é muito, mas ele me ajudou muito na pandemia, só que depois de um tempo ele acabou virando um trabalho não remunerado, o que acabou perdendo o sentido inicial. Então, como estou com saudade de fazer isso, vou retomar esses posts por aqui. E claro, vamos continuar com os meus amados Percy/Nico, vou trazer outras história para cá, em inglês e português. Espero que vocês possam me acompanhar nesse próximo.

Eu só queria agradecer mais um ano juntos. Sei que as vezes eu passo uma vibe antissocial, mas esse nunca é meu objetivo. A verdade é que eu tenho muita dificuldade em socializar na internet, as vezes eu fico muito ansiosa e até deprimida por motivos que não tem nada a ver com vocês, mesmo que eu quisesse receber mais comentários e engajamento, ai eu acabo me distanciando da internet por motivos de sanidade. Então, se você se sentir a vontade, pode me mandar asks, seja sobre minhas histórias ou se você precisar de ajuda na escrita. Tipo, sei que raramente termino minhas histórias, mas tenho duas ou três terminada que ainda não trouxe para cá.

Enfim, nesse ano vou tentar ficar mais próxima do fandom, embora não seja uma promessa.

Sobre a retrospectiva...? Bemmmm, eu só escrevi um pouquinho e anunciei a "Amor de babá", (o que pretendo postar ainda essa semana). Vamos tentar recuperar o tempo perdido. Me desejem sorte.

Ah, então. Acho que não comento muito essas coisas por aqui, mas estou tentando ganhar dinheiro com a minha escrita, ainda que esteja sendo um processo lento.

Estou testando algumas plataformas. Como o Patreon, e a Tapas. Vou deixar os links abaixo. Se vocês puderem me apoiar, ficarei feliz, embora não seja uma obrigação. Ainda estarei aqui amanhã com um novo capítulo da "There's no place like home" como de costume.

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Refulgente - Trecho do segundo arco

— Não se preocupe, bebê. Vou cuidar de você.

— Oh. — Foi tudo o que consegui arfar antes dele me beijar suavemente nos lábios, me mantendo presado contra a cama e começar sua doce tortura.

Eu não sabia… eu não sabia que um beijo dado da forma certa poderia causar tudo isso ou muito menos que uma língua pudesse me fazer flutuar como ele fazia. Foi assim, bem devagarinho que Percy começou. Ele me deu um selinho molhado e arrastou seus lábios pela minha pele. Beijou o cantinho da minha boca e foi um pouquinho para baixo, parando no meu queijo. Mordiscou a área e arrastou seus dentes pelo meu pomo-de-adão mordendo ali e me segurando assim entre seus dentes. Ele deixou minha pele ir e eu pulei, gemendo longamente. Puta, Que. Pariu. Eu… eu… hmm… eu não consegui me conter e esfreguei minha parte de baixo contra ele, eu precisava tanto…

— Hmm… isso foi ótimo, bebê. Tão bonito, minha marca em você. Eu gosto disso. Ver como sua pele é tão sensível ao menor estímulo. 

Isso… isso… não tinha sido um estímulo menor. Eu ainda sentia minha pele latejar, tão dolorida que--ah! Ele voltou a lamber a pele, pressionando a boca ao redor, chupando, não me deixando escapar.

— Assim está bem melhor. Quero te ouvir, querido. Todos esses sons bonitos. Me deixe te ouvir.

Então, ele voltou a mover os lábios mais para baixo, no vão entre o meu pescoço e ombro, sendo quando eu sinceramente vi estrelas, lindas estrelas cadentes que brilhavam, me trazendo a dor do latejar e o prazer me fez relaxar de uma vez contra os travesseiros.

— Perfeito. Não se mexa.

Seu peso sumiu de cima de mim para ser substituído por suas mãos que levantavam minha camisa e as levavam pelos meus braços, os mantendo preso pelo tecido de algodão.

— Precisamos te prender hoje? Não, talvez outro dia.

Sim! Quis gritar, mas, então, não, eu não precisava ficar mais vulnerável ainda.

— Sim, perfeito. Mantenha as mãos aqui, certo? — Percy guiou minhas mãos para o batente da cama e me fez segurar a madeira. — Bem aqui e não as mova.

Queria dizer que eu nem tinha força suficiente para levantar o braço no momento, mas logo ele tinha tirado a própria camisa e a jogado no chão, voltando a se meter no meio das minhas pernas. Minha visão estava embaçada e eu ainda latejava, no pescoço e no meio das pernas, nunca antes me sentindo tão… tão…

— Ah, meu bebê está chorando? Não, pronto. Aqui.

Ele me beijou devagar e levou as mãos para o meio das minhas pernas, me massageando levemente, mas de tão leve que eu mal pude sentir, me provocando, me torturando, tão vagarosamente que não consegui conter meu soluço, ele vindo do fundo do meu estômago e se despejando por meus lábios.

— Onde doí? Diz pro papai.

Neguei, não conseguindo mais manter os olhos abertos, derretendo contra seus dedos que continuavam a me provocar por cima da roupa.

— Por favor. — Me dei por vencido, por tão pouco e tão rápido. Tão vergonhoso.

— Mas já…? A gente nem começou.

Era estranho, Percy parecia estar zombando de mim e não estar zombando ao mesmo tempo. Eu conseguia sentir o afeto e aquela outra coisa que me fazia esquentar. Eu… eu não sabia… em um momento eu ainda soluçava e no outro eu já estava gemendo, descontrolado, ele tirando minhas calças e a boca novamente em mim, chupando onde ele tinha deixado suas marcas e então descendo, mais uma marca no meu peito e mais outra me fazendo guinchar. Percy desceu mais um pouco e lambeu um de meus mamilos, os puxando com os dentes até que em me senti pulando novamente em seus braços, surpreso pela reação do meu próprio corpo. 

Era ainda melhor do que antes, ou talvez fosse pior, eu não conseguia me decidir.

— Por… favor… — Choraminguei novamente, minha visão ainda embasada.

— Shhhh… você está indo tão bem… não quer estragar a diversão logo agora, quer?

Mas Percy era teimoso quando se decidia por algo. Mesmo sem poder enxergar direito pude ver o sorriso de lado, sacana, em seu rosto quando ele voltou a me segurar contra a cama e chupar o outro mamilo até que eu estava me contorcendo todo, gemendo mais de dor do que de prazer, mas ainda assim… ah! Eu gemi misturado com um soluço, meu corpo se balançando tão que eu tive que me segurar na cama, eu… eu estava sentindo… estava vindo… tentei avisar Percy que eu estava… hmm!…. gemi longamente e curvei a coluna, fechando os olhos por causa da intensidade. Me senti pulsando e pulsando e pulsando dentro da minha cueca, pulsando mais e mais até que cai na cama feito um saco de batatas podres. Doía… doía tão… tão gostoso… tão bom…

— Bebê, isso foi lindo. Mas você gozou sem permissão.

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