#Artemis Fletcher

[sleepytenny]

[ Throwback Thursday ] I drew this for a Fabula Ultima oneshot I wanted to join in 2023. Unfortunately, it never came to be. I think the DM already forgot about it. 😅 ===== Artemis Fletcher and artwork © @sleepytenny Please do not steal. Usage with generative AI and NFT prohibited.

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Ghostly Reinforcements

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Hurt/Comfort Characters: Lee, Apollo, Diana Tarquin was mutilating and disrespecting Hades' domain. Hades decided he wasn't going to stand for it. TOApril day 13 - Curse of Eternal Youth. Twisting this prompt dramatically here until it basically means "Apollo's Dead Kids". Vague what-if scenario I've toyed with in my mind for a while, where Hades/Pluto decides he's had enough of all the undead hanging around in TTT and does something about it.

There was something about being back in the Overworld that felt wrong, for all that he had used to live there.  Once upon a time, the Overworld was home, was normal, was where his soul felt settled and comfortable.  Now, it wasn’t.  Now his soul fidgeted, uncomfortable with the large expanse of sky above him, the sensation of the wind brushing past him, with earth below his feet.  Everything felt weird and displaced.

But it made sense.

After all, he was dead, and the dead didn’t visit the Overworld.  Eurydice had tried, with the help of Orpheus, but he’d failed and she’d been sent straight back to her forever home in the Underworld.  No-one else had even come that close, until now.

Hades was furious about something.  He didn’t know what, wasn’t privy to exactly what his god and king had been so provoked by, but he knew enough.

Lee knew that his dad needed help, and that was all he needed to know.

There was an army of them, familiar faces to him.  Some of them he’d known while he was alive, several were his siblings, or his friends, people that had died both before and after him during the titan war, and whatever had gone on after that.  Some of them he’d only met in Elysium, others considered heroes by the standards of the Underworld.

He was directly flanked by his siblings – Michael was almost his age, having almost closed the gap between them and dying only two months younger than the age Lee had been when he’d found himself on the bank of the Styx with the heart-wrenching knowledge that he wasn’t going to make it to adulthood after all, that his dreams had been crushed underneath a giant’s club.  There were Hunters he recognised, too.

Lee had never known for certain that the red-headed girl, Phoebe, had been his sister.  Not while they were still alive.  She’d admitted it when he’d met her in Elysium, and it had made so much sense.  She and Michael still didn’t get on – but here they were, both in the army Hades had raised.

It was a huge army, but still barely a fraction of the residents of Elysium, and it hadn’t escaped Lee’s notice that so many of them were somehow connected to Apollo.  Children, lovers, other descendants – legacies, they called themselves.

Over the millennium, Apollo had made more mortal bonds than Lee would ever have been able to comprehend while he was still alive.  Now that he was dead, it was one of those things that settled in the back of his mind with a quiet of course and no need to think about it further.  It was simply a fact.

And now, they’d been unleashed.

It was temporary, Hades had stressed.  There was a matter that required his intervention at Camp Jupiter – another of those quiet of courses that would have sent living!Lee into a headspin but now sat simply as a fact of existence – and for that intervention to occur, he was sending warriors to deal with it.

Their march was a mishmash of styles.  Romans settled into cohorts, Greeks scattered into whatever groups and arrangements made sense to them.  People who were neither found their own thing, too, as they all adjusted to the bizarreness that was being back in the Overworld.  For some of them, it had been millennia.

Time didn’t mean anything in the Underworld, not to the dead, but Lee knew it hadn’t been too long since he’d died.  The young, most-recently dead of all of them had had enough time to confirm that before he took his place near the head of the army, with the other Romans.

Camp Jupiter was burning, but that didn’t matter to the dead.  They didn’t have lungs that cared about smoke, or hearts to pump oxygen around their bodies.  They didn’t have bodies the way that the living did, something that instead seemed translucent under the light of the sun, even though they could interact with the Overworld, a little bit.

It took effort, but the dead didn’t know exhaustion so that didn’t matter as they advanced, falling upon the army trying to raise the Roman camp to the ground and charging through them.

They could interact enough to kill.

The living couldn’t touch them.

Defeated monsters faded to Tartarus before they could lash out, and the souls of the defeated mortals, well.  Clearly Hades was keeping a close eye on things, because the souls of the slain Romans joined their ranks and threw themselves back into battle with a vengeance when death didn’t stop them.

Thanatos was whisking away the dead mortals of the Triumvirate before they had a chance to try and keep their own war going.

The reinforcements of Artemis – Diana – and her Hunters simply sealed the deal.  The goddess herself disappeared deep into the heart of the city, and Thalia barely blinked as her dead sisters of silver rejoined her ranks, fitting seamlessly back into the Hunt as though they’d never left.  Romans gradually slipped back into their own cohorts, and Hades’ army of the dead gradually dispersed throughout the battle until it was over.

It was the first time Lee had made it all the way through a battle, he realised with some bemusement, but being near-untouchable and already-dead was rather a cheat.  The dead pulled their weight as the fighting faded to be replaced with clean-up, pulling bodies to where they needed to be and searching for cowering survivors from both sides (there were children, in the city, children that the Triumvirate had been willing to slaughter alongside the warriors).

Lee wanted to say it was an accident when he stumbled into a bookshop, but while it hadn’t been his intent he didn’t think it was a coincidence, either.  The silver-gold eyes of the twelve-year-old goddess that showed nothing but expectation when he accidently met them all but confirmed that something had pushed him there.

Some things didn’t need to be thought about.

“Lee?”

His name was a broken gasp, coming from a scruffy-looking teenager that Lee had never seen before in his life and who certainly looked like he’d seen better days.  Actually, the only one in the room he did recognise was Diana herself; the other girls were also strangers, to him, but at least they were also eyeing him like he was a stranger.

The younger girl was eyeing him like an enemy, and Lee distinctly hoped she wasn’t about to try and kill him for a second time.

He was more interested in the teenage boy staring at him like he’d seen, well, a ghost, and the face was unfamiliar but there was something his eyes that wasn’t.

When the boy’s knees buckled, Lee surged forwards, and caught his elbows.  It took all of his focus to not drop him, and the sudden movement from the other girls – excluding Diana, who seemed content to simply watch – implied he’d startled them.

Their weapons went straight through him, and he ignored them.

“Hi, Dad,” he said, because there wasn’t anyone else the teenager could be, even if he was all wrong for Apollo.

Lee was all wrong, now, too.

“What- How-?”

“Pluto took exception to Tarquin’s encroaching upon his domain,” Diana said.  “My Hunters were not your only reinforcements.”

The black girl’s shoulders slumped in relief, and Lee realised there was something familiar about her, too.  Not her face – he had never met the girl before, in either his life or his afterlife – but her soul.

“Father couldn’t have given me a warning?” she wondered, clicking the familiarity into place, because she felt like Underworld.  Not the same way the dead did, but like their Lord did.

Lee fell to his knees, too, lowering his father the rest of the way down in the process.  “My Lady,” fell out from his mouth without his control, because she was still living but her father was his Lord, and it was ingrained.

She looked flustered, and he felt a little bad about that.

“So what, you’re another zombie but on Apollo’s side?” the other girl, the one that looked a similar age to Diana but was probably actually that age asked.  She sounded like she was trying to be dismissive, but Lee had spent years with Michael and still had eternity to go with his prickly younger brother.  If she genuinely didn’t care, he would eat his arrows.

“I’m dead, not undead,” he corrected, and hated how Apollo flinched when he said it.  “But yes.  I was on Dad’s side when I was living, and I’ll stay on his side now.”

“Unless that’s overridden by Pluto,” Diana reminded him, and it was Lee’s turn to flinch, because it was true – Hades was his god, now, and obeying him was in his being just the same kneeling for his daughter was.

Being dead was a freedom that only lasted as long as his god decreed, even for souls in Elysium.

Apollo burst into tears.

Lee had to concentrate hard, as his father wrapped him up in a solid embrace, to make sure they didn’t slip through each other.  The dead and the living were not meant to interact, not like this, and Apollo wasn’t quite a god.

The glimmer was there, deep inside him – so deep that Lee couldn’t see it, only knew it was there because if it wasn’t then no amount of Lee’s concentrating would have let the hug work – but he was overwhelmingly human and that made it hard to touch.

But not even the gods came into Elysium, so this was still more than Lee had had since he’d died.

Diana permitted the reunion for a few moments, before heading for the door.  “This place still smells of burnt Cyclops,” she said, and swept out, her wolves – which Lee had barely noticed until they brushed past him – following.

“C’mon,” the younger girl said.  “Let’s go, dummy.”

Lee didn’t like anyone calling his dad dummy, but Apollo’s next sob almost sounded like a chuckle, and Lee knew he didn’t know enough about any of this to judge.

“How long are you here?” his dad asked as he pulled himself to his feet – somewhat aided by the impatient tugging of the girl.

Lee shrugged.  “Until Hades recalls us,” he assumed, and Apollo’s head snapped around as fast as a giant’s club falling into a skull.

“Us?”

Lee gave him a gentle smile.  “Yeah,” he said.  “Us.”

He wasn’t surprised when Apollo bolted for the door, although he was surprised enough at the teenage body trying to grab him in the process that he didn’t manage to let the contact stick.  Fresh tears welled up in Apollo’s eyes as his arm passed straight through him, and Lee immediately lurched forwards to grab his wrist.

“Sorry,” he said as they walked out, the two girls following closely behind them.  Ahead, Diana was waiting in the street, arms crossed.  “I have to focus.”

“It- it’s okay,” Apollo replied, his voice shaking in a way that said it wasn’t okay at all, but there was nothing Lee could do about it.

All he could do was stick close to Apollo as they headed for where the survivors – and the dead – were cleaning up – and savour the unexpected chance to interact with his dad one more time.

[stygianoaths]

Luke Castellan and his team of godkillers but they don't kill with weapons stained with ichor, but with the illusive Mist that warps the mind of mortals so easily, it shakes their faith.

In eons past, these mortals revered the Olympians with offerings and prayers daily, told their stories that inspired fear and awe all the same. It was something the pantheon had gotten hooked on, something more addicting than the ambrosia and nectar the texts had waxed poetry over. And the council of twelve did their damn best to keep it around. After all, there was no other high out there that can compare to the feeling of being in control, of being powerful.

But like any high, it wears off, sooner or later.

So that's exactly what happens.

Alabaster C. Torrington, with the help of Dr. Claymore, "discovers" new texts that discuss Greek gods that have never been heard of before; gods who are kinder, wiser, more trustworthy, than the ones everyone has come to know in this era.

It's interesting, how the origins of these gods and their lives seem to have no relevance or connection to the other pantheon and its history. No Titanomachy or Gigantomachy to speak of. There are a few parallels, but they are pleasant, like the love stories of Dionysus and Ariadne or Pygmalion and Galatea. Otherwise, it's like an alternate timeline of its own, where every god present is named a god for a reason.

It's fake.

But the mortals don't need to know that. For what's false, if persisted in, would become true anyways. Furthermore, it isn't like a new pantheon will harm any of them. The lucky ones with clear sight may win the heart of a deity who would actually see them beyond their fleeting mortality, who would care for them.

It takes a while, though, for the mortals to adjust to this suddenly newfound information. They are stubborn creatures, Luke knows, who tend to fear the unknown and new. Yet the youth crave it like bears after a beehive laden with honey. With time, they'll come around, he knows. Maybe he might not be there to see if the plans work out for himself, but someone would, and that's all that matters to him. He just needed to be the one to start the movement.

Luckily for him, he doesn't have to wait too long.

The faith spreads through idealized modernized takes on the mythology, as silly as it sounds. It's very of the era, isn't it? Books are being published on these gods who endure hardships and come out irrevocably changed but for the better. Ethan flips through one by an author under the pen name S.J and devours it in three hours. It reads nicely and he wonders when he'll get a chance to meet the main character of the story, and ask her if the myth holds true. It is, obviously, but it's different hearing it from a god. The fanfictions are even better, but Lou Ellen Blackstone gets drowned out by Alabaster's "lalalalala" before she can start talking about the recent one that was updated a few hours ago. Eh, so what if it's a little spicy?

Nonetheless, the new band of believers grows, and it's like a sucker punch to the gut for the Greek pantheon.

Apollo comes to camp and drops to his knees before his own cabin, surprising the campers. He looks terrible. Dionysus had already looked miserable, but the children attributed that to his sour personality. And, as usual, no one noticed the girl by the hearth who had disappeared weeks ago. But Apollo, golden boy Apollo, well, he has eyes that are sunken and sickly yellow, matted hair, muscles shrunk, and hands that shake as if they are beyond his control.

"They're killing us," he whispers to Lee Fletcher, "all of us."

"What do you want us to do?" Lee asks. Apollo coughs into his fist and looks down to see a smear of gold staining it.

A nosebleed. Gods don't get nosebleeds.

His children, gods bless them, are trying to heal him, but to no avail. It's kind of funny, how on any other occasion, such an act would have been annoying. If the solution was to simply heal, don't you think he would have tried that? But, weak as he was, he felt touched. Loved, even.

But love wasn't always enough to save another. He, of all gods, should know that.

"Can you write?" he asks. Lee scratches his head.

"Write?"

"Stories. Poems. Songs. Anything."

"Um, no, not really. Dyslexia kicks my ass, and you know archery is more my thing. But Will does sometimes. Healing is his forte, but I always see him writing something in a notebook, though that could just be medical notes, now that I think about it-"

Apollo disregards that last part and begs Will Solace to take up the pen and fight back. It's their last hope. If nothing is done, this camp and its children will become all that is left of the Greek Pantheon, for textbooks and website links are not enough to keep the faith going, especially if left to collect dust or rot in an archive.

"Write us new myths. Stories that can happen now, that we can make happen. Redeem us, so that we can live. We'll do it. We'll do any of it," Apollo begs.

"Anything?" Will asks. Apollo nods.

"Anything."

The Fates looked at each other from above. How time has changed. In the past, battles were fought with swords. Now, they had to be fought with words.

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Next chapter of From Dusk to Dawn! The last one will be posted in two to three days! :D

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My favorite author was Eoin Colfer. I chewed through all the available Artemis Fowl books and then moved on to his other works. In this case, Half Moon Investigations. This is the titular boy detective, Fletcher Moon (Colfer is a man of consistency if nothing else).

[deadlyrose9086]

Apollo leaned in to look at a portrait made of dry noodles glued to cardstock that was taped to the wall. “Is this a gorgon?”

Will coughed. “Uh, it’s supposed to be you.”

“Oh. It’s terrible, looks nothing like me.”

Will frowned. He’d made that noodle portrait in arts and crafts during his first summer at camp when he was eleven years old. He was so proud of it back then that Lee had put it up in the cabin for everyone to see. Looking at it now, he supposed it did look more like an ugly hag monster than the sun god. He considered taking it down.

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[sojourningjunctures]

Artemis and Cielo(whose design I have not finalized, yet) in a photo.

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

With his army of children :D

(as well as Artemis, who sits shotgun, while Thalia, Reyna, Rachel, and Meg fight to decide who gets the last three seats up front)

(Reyna and Rachel truce and share a seat)

(Will sits in the back with Nico and throws paperballs at the back of his siblings' heads)

(The last three seats are occupied by Leo, Piper, and Hazel with cat Frank on her lap.)

(Lavinia wanted to ride topside but has to share a seat with Kayla in the second row)

yes this includes alive Lee and Michael btw

Apollo would drive this 100% I cannot be convinced otherwise

[sleepytenny]

"Isn't fire just invigorating?" ===== I rarely use Artemis. So I decided to use her for a Fabula Ultima oneshot I'll be joining. It was fun to draw her outfit again while tweaking a few things to make her more phoenix-like. ===== Artemis Fletcher & artwork © @SleepyTenny Please do not steal. ===== Want me to draw for you? My commissions are open!

[starsworldd]

solar return observations pt. 5 (asteroid edition)

readings are open! 💜

only take what resonates and take with grain of salt 💜

more focus on asteroids, but i wanna say for the asteroids its not proven info!! i have done a little research but that doesn’t mean it’s guranteed so PLEASE take with grain of salt!! 💜

♢ aphrodite (1388) retrograde can mean getting involved with some negative drama that year

♢ as important as it is to check where your solar rising falls in your natal, i think it’s also important to check where your natal rising falls in your solar return chart. it can give you more clues as to how that year will go for you! (in my opinion)

♢ osiris (1923) in the 2nd house could mean finding a new job or new ways to regulate your finances

♢ mozartia (1034) conjunct 10th house ruler for that year can mean that you earn recognition for demonstrating musical genius or intelligence

♢ when planets are at anaretic degrees, look at the house where it’s ruling (ex: if mercury is at 29 degrees, look at the houses where gemini and virgo are located). those house’s themes may have some sort ending or grand finale which often give way to important experiences or lessons for the future. endings with new beginnings <3 (overall look for planets and asteroids that are at 29 and 0 degrees, especially 29, they will be important!)

♢ having asteroid saga (1163) in the 4th or 12th house can indícate an emotionally chaotic time

♢ this has been said before im pretty sure, but if you have moon conjunct sun in your return chart check what house its at. that’s where you have a completely blank slate

♢ in my opinion, where your born asteroid is (13954) can show where there’s a fresh start as well

♢ years which i had ganesa (2415) in my first house i was pretty content throughout the year

♢ adagio (576901) in the 12th house can indicate a fast-paced year, there’s a lot to keep up with

♢ asteroid tattooine (278141) in the 6th house can mean a very plain kind of desolate day-to-day (but also hardworking!!)

♢ leo moon in the 10th house could mean doing concerts/gigs for people hehe (if you’re in that field)

♢ asteroid messier (7359) in the 12th could show an especially chaotic sleeping schedule

♢ fletcher (3265) in the 4th can show moving to a better home, it’s not guranteed but definitely more enjoyment in the domestic side of life

♢ asteroid sirene (1009) conjunct big 3 can mean you draw people in with your artistic pursuits

♢ i think having karma (3811) conjunct lilith could mean payback for your previous wrong deeds, and although it’s not pleasant i find that lilith has a very much “just do it” energy so you’ll just end up doing what you have to do to make right of your situation anyways

♢ when i had artemis (105) in my 10th house i noticed that i had a better connection with my dad throughout the year

♢ asteroid nereus (4660) in the 5th house mean that you feel that someone else has stolen the spotlight from you

♢ cancelli (5842) in the 12th house may mean that there’s a focus on taking care of your mental health for that year

♢ hades (h41) shows where things take a TURN (good or bad i find)

hope you enjoyed!

[tsarisfanfiction]

Eclipse: Chapter 28

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Adventure Characters: Apollo, Hades Little more ichor warning here... Sorry about a delayed update tonight, various pieces of independant shit all hit the fan near-enough simultaneously in my life this afternoon/evening. I promise I always update these chapters the moment I'm free to do so! I have a discord server for all my fics, including this one!  If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi! <<Chapter 27

APOLLO XXVIII

Family quarrel Meanwhile Bob says hello to The sun and the stars

Apollo felt his lips twist into a grim smile.

“You didn’t foresee that, did you, Koios?” he asked, running across air – clean, blessed air – as though it were solid land and sending another brace of arrows at the titans.  “I’m not the one who got too caught up in absolute futures – you are.”

“Less taunting, more killing,” Artemis scolded, loosing a steady hail of arrows herself.  The sun had almost set, Sol taking her chariot down on the last stretch towards the horizon, and in the imminence of the rising moon, Artemis was beginning to glow brighter, a silver that outshone icy blue as Koios’ form became darker and darker.

Apollo managed a soft laugh, the scolding of his twin a familiarity he hadn’t felt in too long – not truly since before he was mortal – and it was a return to a normality that he hadn’t realised he’d been missing until it happened.  He’d missed Artemis something fierce during his time as Lester, and they’d been a little off-kilter in the weeks since he’d re-ascended, partly because he’d been readjusting to being a god again, and everything that came with it, and partly because he’d been too busy worrying about Will and Nico’s prophecy, spending as much time as he could get away with desperately trying to find a loophole.

He'd found one, and the Fates had clearly agreed as the prophecy had almost completed without any intervention from the demigods, from mortals who had no place in Tartarus and would never have survived the Primordial’s wrath, nor anything else in the run-up to Tartarus’ rising.

It hadn’t left much time for reconnecting with his twin.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about!” Koios snarled, and Apollo had to jump back as the titan diverted almost all of his attacks on him.  “You are still a child in the ways of the future, Phoebus.  Certainties exist, they cannot be avoided no matter how hard you try, and you should not try.  We are custodians of the future, guardians of it.  It is not up to us to meddle.”

He wielded his massive sword as though it was a fraction of the size, hacking and slashing with a proficiency beyond almost any god (Ares would have something to say if Apollo ever claimed a titan was a better swordsman, but it was a close run thing), and Apollo ducked and leaped, disappearing and reappearing in rays of light.

Compared to Kampê, compared to Typhon and Echidna and evading Tartarus itself, playing keep-away was almost easy.  Apollo’s reaction times were better, bolstered by the sun even as it dipped below the horizon, and his power was greater.  Fresher.  Renewed.  He wasn’t at full strength, but nor was Koios – and Artemis was.

It showed in the extra power of the silver arrows, hitting a little bit harder, burying a little deeper where they scored a hit.  Every so often, the simmering silver flames of his sister’s eyes flickered over to him, not an open concern but something, an awareness that Apollo wasn’t as strong as he should be.  He smiled back, waving it away because he was fine – would be fine, once he spent a few more hours out in the Overworld, away from Tartarus and its constantly sapping miasma.

Even with his injuries to account for, Apollo hadn’t realised just how much he’d been weakened until he was back in the Overworld and no longer being subjected to a steady yet subtle drain.  Even if he wasn’t at full strength, he felt powerful.

Koios, on the other hand, seemed to be weakening.  It wasn’t that titans were inherently weaker in the Overworld, although they did tend to get a boost in Tartarus that gods didn’t, but he wasn’t getting the same degree of revitalisation.  Apollo had no qualms about pressing his advantage, gold arrows falling thick like hail, dragging streams of golden ichor out of his grandfather’s form.

The titan refused to concede defeat.  Apollo was glad for that – he didn’t know how to handle a surrender, didn’t know if he could trust Koios to keep any word he might make, especially when his life was on the line.

But Koios wasn’t completely done.

“If I go back to the Pit, he’ll obliterate me,” he said, voice low and rasping.  “I risked everything to come out here, to see you, to see my daughter.  Do you hate me so much you would be responsible for my destruction?  What would your mother think?”

Apollo thought about his mother, her gentle demeanour yet intense stubbornness.  What would Leto think of her children destroying her father?  Apollo had never heard her mention him, but in their family that meant nothing.  Most family did not even acknowledge each other in any sort of familial sense on Olympus.

“If you wanted to see Mother, then you should not have threatened Olympus,” Artemis said harshly, more silver arrows joining Apollo’s golden ones in their persistent hail of destruction.  “This situation is of your own making.”

It wasn’t just Olympus, although Apollo of course didn’t want to see her fall.  It was the demigods, Apollo’s son – his children – and many others he had come to care about.  Demigods who, against a titan could not and should not be expected to fight.

For the demigods, for Olympus, Apollo could fight.

He stepped in, closer, and with a light spring jumped to land on the broad side of Koios’ sword, perching delicately on it even as the titan tried to dislodge him with some complicated strokes.  Inside the minimal striking range of the weapon, he drew his bow back again, a brace of arrows nocked on the string, and let them fly.

At point blank range, not even Koios stood a chance of evading.  All of them crashed into his head, impaling his eyes, his nose, his mouth.  The force alone stripped most of the skin away, leaving the icy blue titan far more gold as ichor spilled down his front.  Artemis leapt up into the air, as light and delicate as her beloved deer, and at the apex of her jump, released another arrow.

It punctured Koios’ heart and he jerked forwards, coughing awkwardly as he tried to expel the ichor that was no doubt pooling in the base of his throat.

“You don’t know… what you’re… doing,” he rasped, a warning that prickled Apollo’s skin for all that none of his foresight had shown him anything alarming that would come out of his grandfather’s death.  Perhaps Koios really had seen something that had eluded Apollo himself.

“Putting down a rabid monster,” Artemis said, landing lightly behind him but moving before his eyes tried to find her.  “It would hardly be the first time.”  With that, she walked away, not even bothering to watch as their grandfather slowly began to turn to ash, too many wounds of varying severity for even a titan’s constitution to keep up with.

Apollo couldn’t look away, not as Koios took a stumbling step forward, reaching for him – for him to heal him.  He watched, instead, committing to memory the sight of the gold-stained, icy blue titan as he staggered, falling to his knees and then slowly beginning to disintegrate, one limb at a time.

There was no saving him, not once the dust began, but Apollo felt no more attachment to his grandfather as he died then than he had when Koios had first sized him up.  He was a threat – had been a threat – and needed eliminating.

The last light of Sol’s chariot disappeared beyond the horizon as Koios took one last, shuddering breath.  Icy blue eyes bored into his, a desperate rage but no plea, Koios had more pride than to beg for his life, it appeared, and with the last of his strength, he threw the massive sword he carried straight at Apollo.

It was a last, futile, gesture.  Apollo simply stepped to the side, and watched it sail past, burying itself in the side of Hades’ temple, where his uncle could do as he chose with it.  When he looked back at where Koios had stood, there was no sign that he had ever been there.

“What about you, Iapetus?” he heard Artemis ask, and turned around to see his twin glowering up at the remaining titan.  There was something almost comical about a delicate twelve year old girl glowering up at a ten foot tall titan, but Apollo knew better than to laugh.  Artemis would punish him with far too many arrows in far too many delicate places if he did.

“I would prefer to go by Bob now,” Bob corrected.  “Iapetus was the name of the titan who opposed the elder gods and would have continued to attempt to do so had I not been forced into the Lethe and given a new life as Bob.”

"Bob, then," Artemis allowed.  "My question still stands: what about you?"

The titan looked at Hades, who stood beside him.  "I would like to see Nico, first, and then Percy and Annabeth.  I have no designs against Olympus."

"Nico will not be pacified until he sees you," Hades agreed.  Apollo noticed he was rather less offended by the idea than he had been when he'd first learned of Nico's reason for trying to return to Tartarus.  Perhaps the titan had grown on him slightly. His uncle glanced up at the sky, where the first glimmer of stars had begun to appear as a sliver of Artemis guided the moon chariot out of its stables.  "We should return to the Underworld now.  I have left it unattended for too long."

"What about Father?" Artemis asked.  "He will wish to see you about this."  The way she said the word left no doubt that she still did not approve of their quest, and knew that Zeus would not, either.

Hades let out a dismissive bark of laughter.  "My brother will not wish to see me," he said, and Apollo wondered if he was the only one to hear a strain of old pain behind the derision.  "He never does."  Apollo found himself the subject of his uncle's gaze.  "Come, Apollo.  I presume you wish to see your son again."   Before I pass judgement, went unsaid, the look in his eyes telling Apollo he was referring to Asclepius rather than Will.  "Before dealing with my paranoid younger brother."

"The longer you delay, the angrier he will be," Artemis warned.  "Don't make this any worse for yourself, brother.  It has barely been two months since the end of your previous punishment.  You shouldn't push him."

It was the reminder of the last time he was punished, disappearing without a word for six months, that convinced Apollo.

"I need to see my son," he said, meeting Artemis' disbelieving eyes.

 "Apollo," she argued, and his shoulders slumped.

 "I can't just disappear on him without a word," he said quietly, begging her to understand.  "Not again."

She still didn't look like she approved, but she backed down.  "Don't take too long," she warned, a plea of her own in her words.

"I won't," Apollo promised her, and she sighed.

"You'd better not."  She turned to look at Bob again, and Apollo saw her eyes widen.  Curious, he looked at the titan himself, and saw that Bob was looking up at the stars - specifically the newest constellation, the Huntress.

Zoë Nightshade, a long-time companion of his sister and, he remembered, a daughter of Atlas.  A granddaughter of Bob.

"Hello," Bob whispered, barely audible.  There was no response from the stars, the court of Ouranos forever separated from the mortal realm, but after a moment he lowered his gaze, looking directly at Artemis.  "Thank you for honouring her."

Artemis looked taken aback at the thanks, not that Apollo could say he'd been expecting it, either.  "Zoë was a long-time loyal friend and companion of mine," she said after a moment.  "It was the least I could do for her."

Bob nodded in understanding.  "Still, I thank you," he said, glancing back up at the constellation again before turning to Hades.  "I am ready," he added.  "Shall we?"

Hades turned away without a word, heading back into the temple.  Bob followed, but Apollo hesitated for a moment, looking back at his twin.  She looked resigned, although still clearly disapproving of his decision.

"Don't tarry too long," she pressed - Apollo could almost call it a plea.  I don't want to lose you again, passed between them silently, and Apollo flashed her a grin that was far more confident than he felt.

"I won't," he said.  "I just need to see my son, first."  She still didn't look convinced, but she turned away.

"I will find you later," she told him, a promise that almost sounded like a threat, and he smiled wider.

"I will see you then," he replied, and watched as she turned to the silver of moonlight, flickering out of view.

"Apollo," Hades called quietly, and he turned away from where his twin had been to follow his uncle and Bob back down into the darkness of underground, passing the gigantic ice blue sword buried into the outer stones of the temple as he did.  He didn't know how he felt about Koios, his grandfather yet a titan still determined to end Olympus.  Perhaps he should have felt guilty, not even giving him the chance to see his daughter, and knowing that Tartarus would likely eliminate him for good the moment he regenerated, however long that would take.

He didn't, though.  He couldn't, knowing that Koios was a permanent threat to the demigods, to his children and others like Nico and Percy who had been forced through too much already and deserved a peaceful life, not another titan determined to kill them.  And... as Artemis had said, he was an Olympian. He could never have stood by and watched Olympus fall without at least trying to save it.

Passing back into the shadows was less disconcerting than Apollo was used to.  Perhaps it was because, compared to Tartarus, it didn't seem all that dark at all.  It certainly felt more welcoming.  Hades guided them through the twisting passages of the temple, past the closed Doors of Death, until the atmosphere changed and they were no longer in the Overworld, but the Underworld.

Hades greeted Cerberus as they passed, ruffling the fur of one specific head as the massive hound grumbled in contentment.  Apollo gave the three headed dog a wider berth, not overly keen on being either bitten or slobbered on, whichever Cerberus elected to do.  Bob, on the other hand, greeted him as an old friend, and Apollo wondered at how much freedom Hades had given the amnesiac titan, if he'd been able to wander so far from Hades' palace and the associated janitorial duties.

Despite Cerberus’ enthusiastic greeting of Bob, they did not linger, passing the queuing souls waiting to receive their eternal fate – a sombre sight, and Apollo did his best not to scan them for any familiar faces, anyone he had known who had passed while he’d been unable to keep track.  He failed, and caught glimpses of more than a few mortals he’d had an eye on – budding musicians, successful musicians, underappreciated poets…

Mortal lives were short; Apollo lost friends, proteges, interesting mortals near-daily as the Fates cut their threads and moved them on to the afterlife.  It never made it any easier, but he took small comfort from the fact that at least none of his children seemed to have died while he had been in Tartarus (while he’d been mortal had been a different matter, and Apollo had been distraught to find one of his eldest mortal children, Ruth, had passed away shortly after her eighty-third birthday while he'd been rescuing the Waystation’s griffins from Indianapolis Zoo).  He almost never came to the Underworld – technically, he wasn’t supposed to, and visiting the souls of the dead was entirely off-limits so there had rarely been a point to dropping by unless it was to bother Hades – and the eternal parade of the dead unsettled him.

Hades, of course, had no such qualms at all, and nor did Bob, the titan whose descendant had created humans, who held domains such as pain and mortality.  The Underworld was a good match for him, Apollo realised, for all that he had no idea what the titan had planned after greeting Nico and tracking down the other demigods he had befriended to greet them, too.  There was snatches of something in the future, a silver titan laughing with demigods that hadn’t yet been born, finding open plains and simply sitting and staring at the sky, at the sun and the stars as they passed, glowing something fierce, splattered with golden ichor that may or may not have been his own.

Possibilities, all of them.  No certainties, nothing to tell Apollo what Bob would choose to do, but he did know that Bob had chosen not to join Koios’ ambition to destroy Olympus, that he had promised Artemis that he had no intention of doing so – and that those words had sung with the wholesome notes of truth.  For the time being, Apollo would trust the titan – watch him, yes, but trust his word.

Iapetus had always been known for keeping his word, even if in the legends, in the histories he had scraped together later from his mother’s stories and even his father’s, when Zeus was still of a mind to tell stories, those promises had generally been of a darker, more brutal nature.

So far, Bob had done a good job of keeping the agreement they’d released him under, so Apollo figured it wasn’t too naïve to hope that his promise-keeping was applicable to all his promises, and not just ones along the nature of I will make you bleed, slowly and painfully, until you wished you could die.

They passed the Judgement Pavilion and swept through the outskirts of the Fields of Asphodel, the shades absent-mindedly passing out of their way, as though it just happened that they were wandering in those directions – although Apollo knew better, knew that it was Hades’ presence that was gently redirecting them around them rather than risking them coming into contact with the gods and titan.  Hades’ robes, in particular, were a threat to the peaceful shades; Apollo didn’t know how, exactly, it was formed, but he would not have been surprised to discover it operated similarly to Stygian Iron, drawing in any souls it touched as it passed.

None of the residents of Asphodel deserved such a fate, and Hades was fair to his subjects despite the inherent unfairness of death.  Only those that deserved to suffer suffered; the others were left to either a peaceful existence or the celebratory joy of an eternal afterlife.  Even if Apollo hadn’t, on some level, already known that, having felt the depths of his uncle’s essence, the complexity of death with the black and white and grey in between, he would have to be blind not to recognise it.

Beyond the Fields of Asphodel, in the distance Apollo could see the razor-wire containment enclosure that fenced off the Fields of Punishment, their screams just as grating as they had been the last time he’d heard them.  Every soul that was trapped there deserved to be there, for the atrocities they had committed during their lives, but that didn’t make Apollo any happier to hear their screams – especially when his thoughts turned to Asclepius’ amended punishment, and the likelihood that Hades would send his immortal son there.  He hoped his uncle would be more merciful, but he was well aware that he had bartered as much as he could for Hades’ mercy in keeping his son out of Tartarus, and that there were only so many places in the Underworld where the punishment could continue.

Sisyphus was there for defying death.  Asclepius had done the same thing, although at least he hadn’t imprisoned Thanatos to do it.

It still wasn’t a comforting thought.

Apollo tore his eyes away from the sights of various punishments, some milder than others but all torturous to the recipients, and did his best to ignore the screaming as his gaze was instead drawn to the brightest patch of the Underworld: Elysium.

Guarded by high, ornately decorated gates, the sounds of music, laughter and joy spilled out.  Apollo assumed the gates prevented the sound of screams from entering and disrupting the valorous souls’ eternal lives, but it did very little to stifle the sounds of joy emerging.  It was a startling contrast, but one Apollo gladly latched onto, for all the flicker of want stirred inside him.  He had children in there – some lovers, too, but mortals in modern times tended to end up in Asphodel unless they did something truly spectacular.  Elysium was a place for heroes, and while some modern mortals qualified, over the centuries it had largely tended more and more towards demigods and legacies.  Apollo didn’t know exactly how many of his children had ended up there rather than Asphodel – or the Fields of Punishment, a thought he didn’t want to dwell on for any length of time – but he knew of some that had certainly reached Elysium.

Of that number, several were also some of the most recent, sudden, deaths; ones he had yet had time to fully finish grieving for.

“Apollo.”  Surprised, he turned his head to see Hades had slowed to a halt and was looking at him.  Puzzled, he paused next to him, aware of Bob stopped on the other side of his uncle, watching them curiously.  The older god tilted his head towards Elysium, a graceful and almost regal movement – the king of the Underworld in every inch of his posture.  It was a comfort, in a way, to see Hades in perfect control again.  Apollo could still feel the freshly-revealed light in his uncle’s essence, knew that who his uncle was hadn’t changed from Tartarus, but he had always seemed in control and his struggles in the Pit had been wrong.  “Go.”

His muses screeched to a halt.  “Excuse me?”

Hades’ lips quirked up in one corner, an admission of amusement.  “While I am in the process of upsetting my paranoid brother, I may as well add one more transgression to the list,” he said.  “This is the only time I will do this, but go.  Say the goodbyes you were unable to.”

Apollo gaped at him, then glanced back at Elysium, at the gates he’d never been allowed to pass.

The gates his uncle gestured towards, which soundlessly edged open in a silent invitation as the behest of the god.  “You do not have long,” Hades warned.

Apollo needed no more prodding.

He split, staying with Hades and Bob because he knew there wasn’t much time, and that he had two still living sons in the Underworld to reunite with, both of whom would panic if he didn’t appear with Hades, but also heading towards the open gates, pausing in wonder as he stared up at them.

Was this the right thing to do?  Would his children want to see him?  Phoebe had never been the most devoted daughter, not since she joined Artemis’ Hunt, and all his children that had died fighting for Olympus, for him… did they resent him?

This was for closure, he told himself.  A goodbye, Hades had called it, and the selfish, desperate part of Apollo pushed him forwards, through the gate and into Elysium.

Elysium was bright, not lit by the sun but something similar, the warmth and light of paradise, familiar from the echoes of Hades’ essence.  Music played, songs ranging from older than Apollo himself to recent hits from the latest decade, and he slipped through the laughing, happy souls, many familiar over the millennia, searching for the few in particular he had not yet gained peace with.

He found Lee first; his kind, child-loving son had found himself a group of eternally-young demigods and was telling them stories, interspersed with strains of music from a perfect replica of the flute he’d had in life.

Michael was also listening, lounging in the lower boughs of a tree, with a bow held lazily in his hand and a half-full quiver on his hip.  Some of the arrows were buried in targets a hundred feet away, but he seemed content to just sit and listen to his older brother tell stories for the moment.

Apollo approached him first, silently leaning against the base of the tree until his son noticed him, brown eyes widening in shock.  “Dad?”

He had to catch him when he lost his balance and fell out of the tree, for all that he was just a shade, now, and wouldn’t get hurt even if he did fall.

He splintered further, slivers of himself going further into Elysium, finding children doing what they loved best, content in a way they’d never been able to be when they were alive.  Some of them had grouped together – Robyn and Nathan had been of an age when alive, and of an age when they died fighting against Kronos, firm friends and as thick as thieves – while others had wandered further, meeting with old friends or even making new ones, now that they had all of eternity to do so, and no risk of losing the other.

Apollo sought out all of them, leaving a little bit of him with each as he found them to talk, to sing, to do whatever they wanted in a bittersweet goodbye (Michael hugged him, the first time his son had ever initiated one, and Apollo burst into tears while Lee laughed and disentangled himself from his enraptured audience long enough to join in).

Phoebe was the last one he found, running freely with many other familiar faces Apollo remembered from the Hunt, and he felt a pang of regret that Artemis couldn’t be with here, saying her own goodbyes to those she’d lost.  His daughter did a double take as she caught sight of him.

“Apollo?”  She hadn’t called him father since taking her vows; Apollo hadn’t expected that to be any different now that she was dead, but it was a marked contrast to the rest of his children, who upon realising he was there had called him various iterations of ‘dad’.  “What are you-  The gods can’t come here.”

“Phoebe,” he said, taking in the sight of her for what he knew would be the last time.  Tears prickled at the corner of his eyes as he smiled at her, bittersweet but suddenly so thankful he could, one more time.  “Hades let me in, just this once.”

Chapter 29>>

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Top 100 PJO Characters List

I'm totally not procrastinating anything but here's a list of the top 100 most tagged PJO characters on AO3. As usual this doesn't include Magnus Chase or Kane Chronicles. I'm sorry. Today is 5/27/24.

1. Percy Jackson - 30,957

2. Nico di Angelo - 23,414

3. Annabeth Chase - 21,924

4. Will Solace - 14,767

5. Jason Grace - 14,228

6. Piper McLean - 10,759

7. Leo Valdez - 10,122

8. Hazel Levesque - 8,306

9. Frank Zhang - 6,577

10. Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano - 5,728

11. Thalia Grace - 5,676

12. Apollo - 4,840

13. Sally Jackson - 4,783

14. Luke Castellan - 4,484

15. Grover Underwood - 4,330

16. Chiron - 4,102

17. Poseidon - 3,800

18. Hades - 3,341

19. Clarisse la Rue - 2,845

20. Rachel Elizabeth Dare - 2,790

21. Zeus - 2,367

22. Bianca di Angelo - 2,324

23. Dionysus - 2,078

24. Artemis - 2,050

25. Connor Stoll - 2,022

26. Calypso - 1,796

27. Travis Stoll - 1,775

28. Paul Blofis - 1,751

29. Kayla Knowles - 1,729

30. Silena Beauregard - 1,578

31. Hermes - 1,530

32. Aphrodite - 1,502

33. Athena - 1,483

34. Lou Ellen Blackstone - 1,352

35. Hera - 1,195

36. Austin Lake - 1,154

37. Drew Tanaka - 1,152

38. Ares - 1,150

39. Charles Beckendorf - 1,026

40. Octavian - 996

41. Persephone - 987

42. Hestia - 920

43. Katie Gardner - 864

44. Estelle Blofis - 860

45. Tyson - 856

46. Cecil Markowitz - 837

74. Zoe Nightshade - 837

48. Chris Rodriguez - 762

49. Ethan Nakamura - 761

50. Kronos - 755

51. Triton - 750

52. Meg McCaffrey - 685

53. Michael Yew - 627

54. Hephaestus - 625

55. Demeter - 597

56. Malcolm Pace - 586

57. Lee Fletcher - 575

58. Amphitrite - 536

59. Gabe Ugliano - 480

60. Gleeson Hedge - 454

61. Naomi Solace - 418

62. Maria di Angelo - 410

63. Frederick Chase - 409

64. Hecate - 401

65. Mitchell - 363

66. Juniper - 342

67. Pollux - 317

68. Jake Mason - 300

69. Thanatos - 293

70. Nyssa Barrera - 287

71. Lacy - 255

72. Hylla Ramirez-Arellano - 247

73. Dakota - 245

74. Gaea - 239

75. Mrs. O’Leary - 230

76. Blackjack - 212

77. Miranda Gardiner - 212

78. Sherman Yang - 203

79. Bob/Iapetus - 202

80. Tartarus - 199

81. The Fates - 196

82. Castor - 191

83. Eros - 187

84. Nyx - 177

85. Chaos - 176

86. Shel - 174

87. Harley - 171

88. Clovis - 165

89. Tristan McLean - 164

90. Kymopoleia - 160

91. Festus - 159

92. Annabeth Chase’s Stepmother - 153

93. Gwendolyn - 153

94. Beryl Grace - 152

95. Lupa - 152

96. May Castellan - 149 

97. Ella - 129

98. Medusa - 129

99. Lityerses - 123

100. Esperanza Valdez - 120

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SOBBING I AM SOBBING

YOU KNOW THE ECLIPSE DRILL

@tsarinatorment MY HEART IS IN PIECES HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY

*wails*

TSARI I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW YOU LITERALLY HAVE EVERYTHING I COULD'VE HOPED FOR IN ECLIPSE

APOLLO & HADES

ORION

FUCKING KOIOS MY MAN WHY

SOLANGELO

APOLLO AND HIS KIDS <333

PHOEBE

TRUELY SOBBING I AM UNCONSOLABLE

INCOHERENT

I'VE DIED TSARI I AM DEAD

[aki-bara]

They Call Her By Name (4730 words) by mcdonalds-transgressions

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jason Grace & Thalia Grace, Luke Castellan & Thalia Grace, Annabeth Chase & Thalia Grace, Thalia Grace & Zoe Nightshade, Artemis & Thalia Grace Additional Tags: Thalia Grace-centric, Bad Parent Beryl Grace, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse, Homelessness, Petty Theft (implied), Gender Issues, Closeted Character, Discussion of HRT, Coming Out, Genderqueer Lee Fletcher, Trans Silena Beauregard, Trans Zoe Nightshade, Hunters of Artemis (Percy Jackson), Families of Choice, Community - Freeform, Self-Acceptance, Introspection, 5+1 Things, Mentioned Percy Jackson, Mentioned Grover Underwood, Mentioned Silena Beauregard, Deleted Scenes, Canon Compliant, Thalia/Luke (if you squint), Temporary Character Death, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence

Five times Thalia was seen by people she loves— the family she chose (and the one she didn't).

This is my contribution for this years autumn @pjo-equinox-solstice-exchange. My giftee was @krowinmyspot. I hope you like it!

[manygeese]

Ok so I finished the first series of Percy Jackson sooo

MY THOUGHTS ON PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS

Spoilers ahead but I think you know that

THE LIGHTNING THIEF

- amazing. impeccable. don’t remember shit because I read it a month ago

- THE PLOT TWIST WITH LUKE PUNCHED ME IN THE GUT but he was a little cartoony villain at the end with the scorpion. Cuz he was giving the villain of rocky and bullwinkle

- chapter titles? Masterpieces. You know the chapters gonna be good when “I BECOME SUPREME LORD OF THE BATHROOM” is at the top of the page

- fave character is probably Percy because well. He’s Percy. You can’t just not like Percy

THE SEA OF MONSTERS

- love love LOVE this book

- Tyson’s my new favorite because he’s got that big dumb boy swag

- love how the whole book is just a parallel to the Odyessy

- I love the battle between the cyclops vs. Percy, Clarisse, Grover, Anna Beth, and Tyson

- after they get back to Florida I thought they were gonna be on better terms with Clarisse but nooooo. Everybody hates clarisse…. I LOVE CLARISSE

- Hermes is my fav god

- I love Beckendorf nothing bad is EVER gonna happen to him I love Beckendorf

- idk why tf Chiron says KRONOS brought Thalia back to life because. Cmon. He’s in a million pieces. Which is more likely: the Golden Fleece, with nature magic comparable to the Wild God Pan, brought it to life or Kronos, who has been in a million pieces for a million years, brought it to life???? Think Chiron THINK

THE TITAN’S CURSE

- Thalia is great and all but I sort of want to punch her in the face

- Bianca is my favorite lesbian :)

- Scratch that Zoë is my favorite lesbian

- Thalia’s my favorite lesbian?

- fuck it they’re all lesbian and they’re all my favorite lesbian

THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH

- ANNABETH GETS HER OWN QUEST? YEAH

- ngl it could just be my gay ass but annnabeth and Rachel’s feud for Percy is so annoying and I hate it

- THE PART WHEN PAN DIESS AHHHGGHGHGH

- RIP Castor RIP Lee Fletcher RIP whoever else died

- unrelated but there are so many twins in these books. Like there’s Connor and Travis. There’s Castor and Pollux. And they’re the only ones but like how many twins do YOU know?

- Dionysus has feelings?

THE LAST OLYMPIAN

- BECKENDORF NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

- I was expecting it to have more Hestia bcz she calls herself the last Olympian but nooooooo. Nooo

- speaking of Hestia why so many of the goddesses’ human forms little girls but there are no little boy gods? Artemis and Hestia are literally babies. And with Artemis that makes sense but why Hestia?

- ok first Lee Fletcher now Michael Yew. What’s up with the Apollo cabin and losing their head counselor

- The part when Percy dreams of May Castellan trying to take the spirit of the oracle is so sad. Like HERMES REALLY LOVED HER. HE WANTED TO MARRY HER. The “No! NO!” Is fan fiction coded

- related to that when Thalia Annabeth and Luke go back to May Castellans house in the flashback and Hermes holds her as she has a vision AHHHHHHH I am deranged

- Percy breaking the cycle ❤️❤️❤️ a true comrade

I GOT THE FIRST BOOM OF HEROES OF OLYMPUS BUT I HAVE TO WAIT FOR MY FRIEND TO FINISH THE LAST OLYMPIAN FIRST BEFORE I READ IT