This will basically be a visual randomness book. Mostly fandom, but there will be other content (occasionally). I always have something to say about an image, and usually have a story for every detail of a drawing. I also sometimes have full oneshot...
Honestly I don't love the shading, but it's the best I can do digitally. I promise I'm better with pencil. This is a sequel to my first angst!one shot in this book. This one's short and fairly lighthearted. Except, like, scattered disregard for life. Not exactly suicidal? He Just don't give a fuck. ngl some of these lowkey an excuse to publish occasional poetry and one shots without creating a whole separate book for them. I totally don't ditch sleep for caffeine what are you talking about?
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"How many of those have you had?"
"Is this really important?"
"Yes. Now, how many of those have you had?"
A hundred quips came to mind for him, all of them sharper than the last.
"Um..." he awkwardly looked down into the can. "A few?"
"Percy, you can't just keep drinking energy drinks to replace sleep." Annabeth chided.
"Watch me." Percy responded with a smirk as fake as his fizzy energy drink. He didn't smile authentically much after The Big T.
He didn't feel anything authentically much, for that matter.
"I won't. That's why I'm nagging you."
"Annabeth, I'm fine. I'm managing better than I was a couple months ago." That was kind of a lie.
He still had trouble sleeping, he still had trouble carrying on knowing what he's done, he still has trouble tasting anything other than lava when he eats. The only thing that doesn't taste like fire and bad memories is blue food, which he guesses is just too happy a thing for his fucked up brain to touch. He thinks it's kinda like Ponyboy thinking everything tastes like bologna (he was forced to read The Outsiders in 8th grade and didn't find it all that bad). On the Argo ll it hadn't been hard to get blue food, you just wish for it. But here in the mortal world, it's a bit harder. He's lost some of the weight he'd gained back on the Argo ll after The Big T.
"-ust not healthy, Percy." Annabeth finished before looking up at him and sighing a long suffering sigh. "You were spaced off that whole time, weren't you?"
"Completely, sorry. What were you saying?" Percy sheepishly offered.
"Oh, just reasons why is sleep beats energy drinks and why continuing on like this will kill you."
"I'll be fine, Annabeth. Nothing's managed to kill me yet. Energy drinks and sleep deprivation will just have to take a number and wait their turn."
It'd be a little funny, though, if after everything he kicks the bucket from a heart attack. He knows plenty of monsters as well as a few giants and titans might be a little peeved they couldn't kill him but his own bad habits could.
Annabeth huffs as he takes another long, noisy, slurp. He looks over at her, smiling a crooked smile and she huffs again, though Percy suspects he sees an upward tug to her lips.
"Just stop it with the caffeine or I'll cut off your allowance." Annabeth sighed, exasperated.
"Okay, boomer."
"I'm serious." Annabeth persisted as they walked out of the cold, artificially lit school and into the warm early-October air.
"I don't doubt it." Now he was getting a kick out of this conversation. Annabeth seemed more fussed about his life than he was. If he died by 30, okay, great. The way he saw it, he'd already outlived a lot of heroes. Why break a tradition of great heroes being their own downfall?
"You've got that look again."
"What look?"
"The Look. Like when you're thinking of something so crazy it's stupid."
"How do you read me so well?" He, personally didn't feel his outlook was too crazy, but he supposed it would be a bit unhealthy. But there it is again, not fucking caring about that shit. He tossed around the thought that maybe he should get a therapist for the fiftieth time this week. He was pretty sure not caring was a sign of depression, but he really didn't want someone listening to him moan about his trauma and his depression and tell him what drugs to stuff his feelings with. (Hey author here I don't mean to endorse this kind of thinking, if you suspect you have depression, get help. Go to a therapist. It can only do you good. If you can't do that for whatever reason, find a coping method and remember you matter :) if you wanna ask me why I'm so confident about that, go right ahead. I'll tell you. author out)
Annabeth considered him for a second. A long second. He was kind of wondering whether she had just taken a moment to map his entire face and throw him off when she spoke.
"Percy, we've been friends since we were 12. And you make faces when you think."
He sighed and looked up at the sky, putting on his sunglasses and challenging Apollo or Ra or whomever was in charge of the sun right now to a staring contest.
The sun won.
"Pinky promise you'll ween off the energy drinks and I'll..." Annabeth trailed off, thinking of something she could do to entice him into changing his habits. She sighed as she realized what she had to do. "I'll do a blue baking marathon with you next weekend."
Now, don't get her wrong, she enjoys cooking with Percy. He's a surprisingly good cook, she just doesn't like the baking marathons they do. Those involve flour and powdered sugar in place they should never be, exploding piping bags, at least one thing burnt to charcoal, and a fair share of frantic yelling. But it involved chaos and ended in blue sugar, the things Percy seemed to live on. He immediately perked up before a mischievous smile took hold on his face, and this time, Annabeth realized with a hint of pride and joy that it was real. It spread across his face, crinkling his eyes and quirking his right eyebrow almost imperceptibly, showing off the tiny gap between his two front teeth.
"Oh, but Annabeth, this is a lifestyle change. I'll need more than that." He said in a jokingly serious voice.
"Uuuuuuggggghhhh"
"I know you have vices, too." Percy wheedled.
"Fine. I'll stop working through lunch." Annabeth groaned.
"Good." He smiled, looking rather pleased with himself.
"You better make good on that promise. Can't have you dying on me, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth threatened.
