Welcome to 'What Not To Do In Percy Jackson Fanfiction' where I will brave the odds and ends to show my fellow PJO writers exactly what annoys readers and writers of Wattpad the most. This is not to be meant as offensive to the people whose stories may be similar to what I have written, but if you HAVE written a story a lot like the ones mentioned inside where the protagonists are total VS model Mary-Sue's... I humbly beg of you, change it immediately! Because the PJO characters are often frustrated with finding out they have a secret half-sister with magical blue hair and Gucci sunglasses. Percy: *facedesks* Annabeth: *groans* Leo: *sets Mary-Sue's hair on fire* O.O Leo: ..... What? SHE ATTACKED ME WITH HER TERRIBLE MARY-SUE-ISH NATURE! AND PLANNED TO MARRY ME OFF TO HER BFF, JUST NO... ** Warning: Mass hilarity ahead. Read at your own risk! Abandoned (I was 12, Jesus Christ...)

Nico woke up, disoriented and confused, and in an unknown place. Will woke up, traumatized, heartbroken, and refusing to leave the place where it all happened. This is a story about healing. [different formatting than the first book] This is the sequel to Psychopath, an idea created in my brain four years ago now, finished in October of 2018. It will still have mature themes, subjects, and triggering scenes throughout the story, but if you've read the first one it will make sense. Content warnings: panic attacks, accidental self harm, hallucinations, mentioned suicide attempts, drug use, mentioned eating disorders, etc Updates will be slower than normal, but I'm hoping I can get at least 1/2 chapters a month.

Nico has lived with that term all his life. Psychopath. He knew it was muttered behind his back when he walked through school. Thats how the world saw him. The boy who hears voices, the guy who talks to himself. Everyone defined him by his mental illness, and no one had ever bothered to know him. The word wasn't even accurate. Having schizophrenia was a pain sometimes, but it didn't mean Nico was crazy, even if the voices told him he was. The real ones, and the ones in his mind. The only person he could ever consider a friend would be his psychologist (aka his therapist), Jenny, who he had grown a strong connection with over the 4 years he had been going to see her. He didn't trust anyone else. Nico knew that no one would look past it all like she does. That is, until Will Solace enters the picture, the happy go lucky college student striving to be a therapist. What could go wrong? . This is a solangelo fan fiction and will have swearing, mental illnesses and there may be triggering moments that will have warnings. I will hopefully capture Nico's point of view accurately, and what he his going through, but I have never experienced schizophrenia so it may not be perfect. . Kinda going through editing? This story has mature themes including drinking, drugs, cursing and mentions of self harm, mentions of eating disorders, and panic attacks. #1 #schizophrenia may 31, 2021 #1 #diangelo November 28, 2021

on a bustling street of new york city, there's a small coffee shop called the midnight café. that's where i, nico diangelo, work the night shift. the night does not love me or speak to me, she is quiet. she merely harbors me and the souls of those with nothing left, our only comfort being a cup of coffee on a rainy night. but him? the sun adores him. she leaves kisses on his nose and cheeks and covers him in freckles. she adorns him with a crown of gold. she loves him because his smile could turn nectar into honey and ice into water. she follows him wherever he goes, bringing light with her. the sun looks good on him. [#1 in solangelo 7/25/19]

After a violent argument with his sister, Dipper Pines finds himself hurtling towards his death- but also towards a mysterious wood in which two siblings desperately need his help. A twist on BeastWirt and Bipper. Slight Pinescone. Keep the ship from sinking! *completed* Cover art is by me

Dipper Pines was insane. Completely out of his own mind. Or maybe too far in. He imagined things. Saw things. Things that a child like him should never see, that nobody should. They /thought/ he was insane. Gnomes aren't real. Zombies aren't real. Ghosts aren't real. But... ..Nightmares are real. ...And for this broken boy, much more real than you would think. {Story credit goes partly to the game Fran Bow, it inspired me to write this.}

THIS FIC HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED Okay TW now: there will be panic attacks, racism, depression, dysphoria, mentions of rape, possible self-harm, and police brutality if you cannot handle this, DO NOT READ!!!! Cover by @-yerp-merp- Soulmate. Everyone has one. Whether you like it or not, you will have one. You will meet them. And for the students of Goode High, battling the hell of a poor mentality does not make it easier to be loved. And Goode isn't helping, as seen below. Goode High: A school for the mentally unable to function. Goode High: A school for people who are fucking done Goode High: A school for those who need help Goode High: A school where the classic Riordan Verse characters learn to deal with living As the characters go one their own mini adventures in romance, disabilities, friendship, and school, a few things can and will go wrong. From anxiety attacks, to the challenges of being a person of color in America, our characters learn to live and to love.

Soulmate AUs! We all love them! Here's a collection of them, all written by me. Ships included (Or will be included soon): -FierroChase -Solangelo -Frazel -Percabeth -Jercy -Pipabeth -Theyna -Caleo -Jasper/Jiper -SolPerJasico -Anything Else Suggested!