#Epic Hero Series

[galactic-hunter]

[thenerdperson]

So I was listening with my partner to Epic: The Musical and was thinking about Poseidon defending Polyphemus in Ruthlessness, and how in Epic and in most media in general Polyphemus is the bad guy, but still Poseidon still defends and gets revenge for his son.

So I was thinking in Percy Jackson, I know there are multiple moments throughout the book series Percy questions if he's meant to become a monster because 9/10 of Poseidon's kids if they don't literally look like monsters they become monsters internally. I mean there is Antaeus (Battle of the Labyrinth), Charybdis a literal monster, Procrustes (AKA Crusty from Lightning Thief), Chrysaor (Mark of Athena), Sciron (House of Hades), and Theseus, are all examples from just the Percy Jackson series of examples of Poseidon's children being monstrous and Percy wrestling with that.

I wonder if Percy ever receives an odd sort of comfort, knowing that even if he should become monstrous, give into his darker thoughts, or even rejected by the rest of the godly/half-blood community, that his father, no matter the argument if Poseidon is a good father or not, will side with his son. It doesn't matter that Polyphemus was in the wrong or not, Poseidon ensured Odysseus payed for his actions against his son tenfold. Would Poseidon not do much worse for Percy?

Just, Poseidon defending his son, and if he cannot defend, then revenge.

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

random obscure pjo/hoo/etc moments I think about #4:

the time in tlo when percy confronts the minotaur again and imagines himself with red eyes before he absolutely annihilates it?? (and how absolutely cool it would be if they actually did a red glint in walker's eyes in s5)

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

And remember kids, the next time someone tells you, "George R. R. Martin wouldn't make Jon Snow the typical fantasy hero because that's cliche".....

Oh yes he would!

One viewer wants to know what character would you play (on the show)? GRRM: If I could magically clap my hands and become a different person, it would be cool to play Jon Snow who's much more of the classic hero. Everybody wants to be the classic hero! ABC Interview, 2014

GRRM: And the character I’d want to be? Well who wouldn’t want to be Jon Snow — the brooding, Byronic, romantic hero whom all the girls love. Meduza Interview, 2017

In fact he already has ☺️

[aimiesposts]

Jason Grace dressed in Sailor Jupiter's outift

Percy Jackson dressed in Sailor Neptunes outift

Frank Zhang dressed in Sailor Mars outfit

So on and so forth.

PLEASE MAKE THIS A THING I BEG I HAVENT SEEN ANY YET SO (maybe i have to look harder but whatever)

[dv-kelp-face]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR PERSASSY JACKSON!!🥳🥳💙

[nabu630]

I’m patiently waiting for someone to make a Percy Jackson animatic to either The Underworld or The Monster.

I see the vision, I’m just waiting for some to do it because I myself have no artistic bone in my body so I can’t do it.

[the-lying-heavens]

"Defeat"

[Heroes of Olympus/Odyssey(and techically EPIC) crossover]

Goofy blurb inspired by this post cause yes

Warnings: Not proofread, nothing else I believe

Word count: 830 words

Odysseus is ready to strangle the Olympians—one by one—for forcing him into this volleyball match. And then the teenagers who are absolutely destroying his crew.

Eurylochus crashes to the ground, the ball bouncing off his head and landing on the court.

The other side erupts in cheers. If Odysseus hears them shout in joy one more time, he might just summon a storm with his anger

"I think I may have broken a bone," Eurylochus groans, while Polites helps him up.

"Eurylochus, do not—" Odysseus begins, fully prepared to curse out his brother-in-law.

"We will beat them, don't worry," Polites interrupts brightly.

The scoreboard blares 12 to 0.

Perimedes points it out. Elpenor quickly shuts him up.

He glared at the kids across from them. They had been introduced to each other, so he knew all their names and their parents. The first one, and the one who had gotten the most points, was Percy Jackson, a child of Poseidon. He wondered what the sea god would do if he poked Jackson's eye out.

He debates whether it was worth it.

He decides it is. As soon as he got his hand on something sharp-

The others included, Annabeth Chase, was a child of Athena, which strangely stung.

A child of Zeus, Jason Grace. Eurylochus had declared if he hit the blonde kid in the face with the ball, it would be a victory for him.

Leo Valdez, a son of Hephaestus, who clearly was not taking the game seriously. He got distracted by everything and could not stay still for 10 seconds.

Frank Zhang, a child of Mars, who was Roman version of Ares. Odysseus groaned when he was told that there were a different versions of the Greek Gods who weren't very different at all.

And Piper Mclean, a child of Aphrodite. He didn't know how to feel about her.

There a child of Pluto, the roman version of Hades, watching from the sidelines named Hazel Levesque.

He’s a hero, a legend remembered by history, and these children are laughing at him!

Annabeth calls. “You might want to work on your serve. It’s kinda… underwhelming.”

“Underwhelming?” Odysseus snaps, grabbing the ball. He winds up and serves with all the force of a furious storm.

The ball flies sideways and misses the net entirely.

Jason bursts out laughing. “Nice shot! Want me to get it for you?”

Piper chimes in with dripping sarcasm, “Yeah, we can take it easy while you go on a quest for the ball.”

"Perimedes, go get it," Odysseus grumbles.

"Why me?" Perimedes whines.

Odysseus glares daggers at him. Perimedes stumbles to retrieve the ball.

Odysseus growls and tries again. His serve barely clears the net and is intercepted by Frank Zhang, who spikes it so hard it almost knocks Odysseus over.

“You know what’s the worst part?” Odysseus mutters. “They’re enjoying this.”

Annabeth catches his eye, smirking. “We do have a tendency to be good at things like this,” she calls out.

“Yeah, well, so do I!” Odysseus snaps back. “I could sink your whole ship with a single command!”

Leo Valdez, inspecting the ball like a piece of machinery, barely looks up. “Cool story, bro. But this isn’t the Odyssey. It’s volleyball. And we’re winning.”

"You haven’t done anything!" Odysseus retorts.

"Well, neither have you." Leo motions at the scoreboard, barely glancing up.

“You know, we’re having fun. I think that’s what counts," Jason says.

Odysseus turns to his team, who look equally dejected. “Alright, let’s try a new tactic,” he says, trying to salvage some dignity. “We’re going for a strategic play!”

Eurylochus mumbles, “You mean, like hiding the ball in the bushes?”

“No!” Odysseus snaps. “We’ll use the element of surprise.”

Perimedes, finally back with the ball, looks at him skeptically. “What’s the plan?”

Odysseus whispers dramatically, “We’ll fake a serve and then—”

Before he can finish, Leo Valdez, who’s just fixed his shoelace, tosses the ball back into play. The ball sails over the net, and instead of following his own plan, Odysseus dives for it, accidentally bumping it into his own face. The ball ricochets back over the net.

Percy spikes it with ease, and it lands with a decisive thud on Odysseus’s side. The scoreboard updates: 19 to 0.

The final whistle blows. Odysseus stares at the ground, his pride in tatters.

Percy Jackson and his team erupted into cheers and high-fives, their victory sweet and complete. Percy, with a grin as wide as the Mississippi, calls out, “Great game, guys! You definitely kept us on our toes!”

Annabeth, grinning, adds, “And hey, it was good practice for us, too. We’ll be ready for anything now!”

The child of Mars chuckles. “You should’ve seen it, Odysseus. You almost made us break a sweat”

Odysseus grumbled, “I’d rather face the Cyclops than play another round of this.”

"I wouldn't…" Polites mumbles.

As his team trudges off the court, Eurylochus, still grumbling about his 'broken bone', picks up the ball. In a fit of frustration, he hurls it toward the demigod team.

The ball smacks Jason Grace in the face. He stumbles and falls backwards, landing on his behind.

"AHA!" Eurylochus yells in victory, throwing his arms up, then winces.

Odysseus, struggling to hide a grin, says, “Well, at least we hit something.”

The crew quickly gathers their things and moves away, leaving behind the stunned demigods.

[greekandmusicals]

The music genre for the Siysphus musical I’m writing

The musical numbers are sea shanty’s.

Since this is a shadow play we have a music genre that would fit with the older tale being told.

In the show, the sea shanty music is used to match the characters. The narrators are The Fates, so they have a music genre that is known for telling tales with cautionary messages. 

Also, since sea shanty's are linked to pirates, it thematically ties into the trickery of Sisyphus.

A more recent song I’m working on is adding a Hermes shanty which compliments him being the god of thievery.

Most importantly, Sea Shanty’s were working songs, which means the music style is foreshadowing King Sisyphus's fate of being cursed to do futile labor for eternity. 

[aryxchse]

I was looking for pottery mug ideas in pinterest and it's full of cute ass dates!

LIKE I GOT IT, I AM SINGLE!! Chill with the subliminal messages! Universe directly rubs slaps it in my face at this point!

Like I am gonna cry that I have to do this alone while they are doing matching mugs and bowls together with their lovers!

Will you please give me something (fic or hc whatever you want) like that with Percy so I can keep my clay wet with my tears.

matching art / percy jackson x female! reader

a / n : nO BECAUSE WHY THIS IS THE CUTEST REQ IVE EVER GET??

warnings : cutENESS, y/c/a = your cabin animal, im sorry this is short 😭, SUPRISINGLY NOTHING GUYS HEHE

"percy! it's on my nose nowww," you whined while percy laughed like crazy.

"what's the fun in arts and crafts if we don't get messy a little?" he excused, kissing your cheek. you sighed and chuckled, rolling your eyes at your dorky boyfriend. in your defense, he was very handsome.

it was the arts and crafts hour at the camp, which is your favorite. today's activity was pottery making. everyone was doing colorful or non-colorful -im talking about YOU nico di angelo- mugs, bowls or sculptures. someone made zeus from the clay for gods' sake!

you and percy were making matched mugs together. it was obviously blue. yours was going to be baby blue while his was navy. he already finished his own, drawing sharks and dolphins on it with a little help of some apollo kid. now it was your turn, which you wanted jellyfish and y/c/a on it.

but, of course percy couldn't keep his hands to himself, no matter how dirty they were. he sat behind you and helped you shape the clay. and every once in a while, like now, he would mess with you.

"im not against fun, you're just making me get distracted because my mug will be prettier than yours," you shrugged, making a proud face. percy gasped and bit your cheek, making you yelp.

"how dare you call my sharks ugly!" he said in fake annoyance while giggling. you were no better, squirming and laughing under his touch.

"stop percy, my mug's gonna get smashed!" you yelped and he finally stopped. as your laughs turn into quiet chuckles, he rested his head on your shoulder, hugging your waist.

you noticed his silence and thought you accidently hurt his feelings, so you turned your head. but instead, you found a percy who was resting on your shoulder peacefully. his cheek smushed against your temple, and a faint smile on his face.

"what?" he finally asked, smirking.

"you're not helping me," you said, raising an eyebrow. percy tilted his head. "thought i was distracting you and try to make your mugs ugly?" he giggled, obviously not hurt.

"i won't care if it turns out ugly," you smiled, booping his nose so that he has a clay on his face, matching yours. "it will be perfect for me, since your hands touched it."

[galactic-hunter]

[restlesskeychains]

Hi! Saw your ask thing, could you draw Percy Jackson and Hermes? Maybe them hanging out casually... up to you tho!

And there you go!

I imagine Hermes was just like, ‘hey kiddo, let’s have a chat’ and they just shit talk Zeus and the other gods for a good hour or two

Btw if anyone wants me to draw anything else greek mythology/Percy Jackson/Lego monkie kid related let me know lmao

[1800-lemon-boy]

Friendly reminder that hearthstone was blamed for his brother’s death even though there was nothing he could have done.

<33

[xixovart]

wait wtf i just watvhed epic the musical (im probably gonnq talk about it A LOTTT get ready) and ik we got the pjo musical but i just?? hoo/mcga/maybe even tsats musical?? HEAVY on the mcga btw..

[goverun2erwo0d]

What if EPIC! Hermes meets luke

-Hermes: Your not my son.

Luke: I never considered you a dad.

Hermes: Your supposed to steal little things, not life’s of others!

Luke:��

Hermes: How fun was it though? -

[valorianknights]

"You are far too nice, mercy has a price...

unlike you, I HAVE NO MERCY LEFT TO GIVE."

THIS IS JUST AN OLD FIC W.I.P.

.......

Trina messed up. She wasn't supposed to get attached. She wasn't supposed to care. She wasn't supposed to make friends... But she did. And she kinda liked it.

Then father found out. At first he was proud that she seemingly gained the young genius' trust. Even more so when she also befriended both the Chief of Police and Professor Sato's daughters.

So many useful connections, useful pawns for his plans. What a brilliant outcome. Two possible proteges and a strong bargaining chip if the police try to interfere with his plans.

He didn't think too much about how much time Trina was spending with these children. Or how many times she accept their invitations to lunches, dinners or game nights. Why would he? After all, it's one thing to gain someone's trust, it's another if you make yourself seem reliable and strengthen that trust to ensure that you would never even be considered a suspect of suspicion or doubt.

So, he allowed it. Obake saw her actions as a means to an end. None of it mattered. At least...that's what it started out as.

He molded Trina into exactly what he wanted, no, expected. A completely obedient, loyal, intelligent and diligent daughter (acolyte). She owed him her life, everything she was, everything she is. Is because of him. Because he allowed it. How could she not be grateful?

He was brilliant, a genius, limited only by a world full of limitations. Limitations created by those who are incapable of vision or ambition. Those who try to make excuses due to the "Danger" or "Mortality".

And yet... it's these very same people that allow a broken system to continue, even though it's been proven to be faulty. How many people have to suffered? From small crime like, shoplifters or purse thieves that were just given a slap on the wrist and then a week or a day later, they're back on the streets doing the same thing unless they want to aim higher. Or what about the bigger criminals? The ones that go under the radar. The gangs that have entire cities in their pockets, from the cops to the politicians, like The Double Jade Clan and Big Yama here in San Fransokyo.

People that are so adamant that things like "law and order" keep us safe and yet law hasn't always aligned with what is right.

Segregation was legal, the Jim Crow laws were legal, slaves and indentured servitude were legal and the Japanese internment camps during WWll were legal.

This entire system is broken way beyond repair and the only thing left to do is to start again. Cleanse the sin from world in order to save it.

No, not save. Improve.

A better world. That's what father always said.

He'll make a better world. A world where the guilty won't walk free, the politicians won't be safe from consequences due to their deep pockets or connections... A world where there are no underground criminal organizations, a world where genius can run free from the chains of limitations and "morality", a world that harnesses the power of a star instead of slowly killing the planet.

A world where the Double Jade Clan will never kill another family, leaving a sad orphaned girl with nothing but a thirst for vengeance justice.

"It's okay. We'll show them."

"We will show them all."

He found her. He took her in when he didn't have to, didn't need to...and yet he did it all the same.

He taught her everything she knows, he helped her understand how to be clever, guided her hands when she didn't grasp mechanical engineering at first, trained her in the art of adaptation in order to become almost chameleon-like in any situation.

At first she didn't understand his grand plan, his life's work, when told her in the beginning.She thought it was scary, it was dangerous, it was wrong. Like a plan that a bad guy would have in comic books. She was wrong. She was young, susceptible to what the world wanted us to believe is right and wrong. He helped her understand that she was just corrupted by a system that wanted to keep people away from the truth. To make people weak and force them to never be able to truly thrive.

The illusion of freedom.

And yet...

After all these years, after everything that he's done for Trina, she can't help but feel a tinge of doubt creeping into the dark corners of her mind sometimes.

She never really left her father's lab too often, unless absolutely necessary, like to retrieve something for a device, keep an eye on Yama so he doesn't step out of line, and most recently, creating a diversion to keep the police (and now these self proclaimed "heroes") busy while Obake can do what he needs to without outside interference.

She knew that Obake wanted some help. To have a protege to take under his wing and to help him usher in his utopia of progress and freedom.

Trina after the first few years of living with him she thought that maybe it could be her. She could help him just as he helped her. But, this was just the folly of a then 9 year old child, because, yet again she was wrong. While she may have been smart, especially with Obake teaching her as much as he could of robotics and engineering.

He just didn't have the time. He was busy working towards a better tomorrow that there was only so much time he could devote to her existence. He cared of course, she knew that, but she also knew that he wasn't thrilled that she wasn't grasping everything as quickly as he would've liked. So, she stopped following him around like a second shadow and started studying and learning as much as she could about mechanical engineering, then robotics and chemical engineering. Though try as she might, she just came up short.

She understood that she was smart, she definitely wasn't average intelligence by any means, in fact she's sure that she could have gained admission to any college she wanted with the arsenal of knowledge she was equipped with. It's just... Not enough. Not for him. Not for utopia.

She's intelligent, she's clever, but not genius. Trina just isn't what he needs. It wounded her pride, but she could understand that sad fact(even if didn't like it). He never told her this outright, but he didn't have too. She could read the signs. So she did what she always did.

Find a different perspective, a different angle and she realized that she was exactly what he needed. Just not in the way she wanted originally.

She could befriend his prospective proteges, while also making sure that they're what he needs. She already knew their names, where they spent their time, one of them even was apart of a vigilante group.

Hiro Hamada

Mary Sato

They were teenagers just like her. They didn't know each other but if she could befriend them both and then get them to meet the other... Then they would become friends and make things easier for father.

She would gain their trust and then when the time's right she would get them to understand her father's dream, then they would of course, understand and help to make it a reality.

Sure, an entire city would be destroyed, but hasn't it already been broken and stained with the wrongs that we allow to exist? Why should it stay like this? Big Hero 6 wouldn't even need to exist if this world and it rules actually worked.

The world can't go on like this! It can't. Someone has to do something. It may seem wrong, but sometimes there's a base level of violence that is necessary for change.

Every war ever fought all had casualties that were all simultaneously necessary and needless. Necessary in the sense that humans have to be shown the worst things imaginable in order to actually understand that they are in the wrong. No one will change their mind when they believe they are right, not until they see the consequences of their actions right in front of them.

And Needless due to the same reasoning. The inability to admit or to see the obvious. No hindsight. Just sit and talk. But noooo. Everything must be done the hard way.

Like always.

Like now.

Trina always thought of the people in this city as a means to an end. Numbers on a screen to be calculated and plugged into the advanced equations that Obake would work on to get his calculations right. But... now she's confronted with the doubt that has been creeping into her mind like a bottle of syrup that got knocked over on a table and is slowly but surely covering the area. You could try and wipe it off but it's sticky nauseating sweetness will not be easy to get rid of.

Trina thought that she was right, that father was right, but... she can't see numbers on a screen anymore. She can't see a city that is scheduled for a long overdue demolition. She sees faces, people, families that live here. She even recognized the strange/sweet old blind lady, Joan, who feeds the birds at the park on Sundays, on one of surveillance cameras in the lair.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

When did this happen? When did she begin to doubt the one who gave her everything she had? The one who made her who she was?

When did it start?

Was it when she was at Good Luck Alley trying to keep Hiro from discovering her sending not only the police, but him and his team on a wild goose chase?

Was it when he caught her? And she immediately turned the situation in her favor by explaining that she never stole anything (other than the police's time and attention) and that she was using Kohakutou that was meant to trick the authorities. Weaving a story of half truths and making herself seemingly the victim. Pinning the blame on Yama ( Obake saw no use for him anymore anyway), and gaining not only sympathy but guilt from Hiro who felt terrible for assuming the worst in her (He was on the right track).

After all, he didn't know her very well.

Was it when she was invited to hang out at the arcade with him?

Playing round after round of Robot Monsters VI: Lost Galaxy?

Listening to Megan complaining about the unreasonable amount of homework she got assigned?

Watching as Megan came to life when she was investigating a case behind her father's back?

Listening to hiro vent about a bully he has deal with seeing at school?

Karmi, she later learned her name and made sure she would keep her distance from Hiro after an incident that left Trina banned from the campus (but totally worth it).

Joining Mary and her father, Professor Makoto Sato, for one of their family game nights?

Failing at Roller skating, but laughing anyway with Mary on girl's night out?!

When did it happen? When did their friendship start fill an emptiness that she never knew she had inside?

When did the thought of anything bad happening to Hiro, Mary or Megan begin to fill her with anger and annoyance?

Why wouldn't it stop?

Why did she suddenly care so much about them?!

Why does she not want this feeling to end?

' I want to stay like this forever. '

Oh.

Oh, no.

What happens now?

'What do I do?!'