#Even before becoming a toa

[shidraoftheworldpillar]

hey remember when I was talking about the toa trio?

Welp I got ocs

Sundu: bo-toa, wears a brown rau, loves talking to rahi, specifically snake rahi.

Tudre: ko-toa with a lavender faxon, has a pet kikanalo

kaperii: vo-toa with a gold zatth, absolutely feral (I mean they all are but shes the most feral)

[aroaceleovaldez]

yknow, I am amused that solangelo fanon was so tunnel-vision in like 2014 that in the midst of crawling through literally every time Will had popped up in the series prior, somehow the ONE singular instance of Will referencing something that the fandom did absolutely nothing with was the thing Rick then decided to draw out into being a major character trait for Will.

Like. Nico eats McDonalds once and it becomes a huge fanon thing, but Will references Star Trek and the fandom doesn't make a peep until Rick explicitly canonizes that he's a huge sci fi nerd. and Rick doesn't even keep it consistent! He changes it so Will is a Star Wars nerd instead of Star Trek. smh 😔 /lh

[somewhereincairparavel]

Being a Jason Grace truther is bracing yourself everytime you see videos talking about "unbearably boring character povs" knowing dam well who the comments are going to be talking about and skipping the video all together because of that reason

[byblix]

Who wants a random scene from one of the fics I'm working on? Too bad, you're getting one anyway.

Set in S01E22, "It's About Time." Question: How does Doctor Barbara Lake forget about Mr. Blinky and his clear medical distress? Answer: Insert one punk wizard distraction. Minor injury warning for a cut arm, and mention of getting stitches, but I don't think anything's too graphic, especially not in this tiny snippet of the thing.

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“You know you don't have to be all macho about this,” she said calmly. “If it hurts, tell me. I can't help if I don't know something's wrong.”

“That's not what it is,” Douxie told her. “Trust me. It really isn't that bad.”

She made a noncommittal noise, carefully pulling back the cloth. “Well, looks like the bleeding's stopped, at any rate. Let's get this cleaned and wrapped.”

Douxie stood so he could hold his arm under the running water, and quirked an eyebrow at her. “Still need those stitches?”

Dr. Lake wet another of the cloths and started wiping at his arm, movements steady and gentle as she gave it a more thorough inspection. “Looks like, yeah.” She returned the raised eyebrow. “And I notice you've got a suture kit in this box. You were going to do them yourself, weren't you?”

Douxie bobbed his shoulder in a helpless half-shrug. “Like I said: wouldn't be the first time.” Then he waved his left hand. “And it's not my dominant hand, so messy stitches aren't a worry.”

She pursed her lips at him, but then returned her focus to cleaning his arm. “Don't see any debris. Sit down and hold this while I get ready to stitch you up.” Douxie opened his mouth to protest, but Dr. Lake just looked at him, something in her eyes piercing straight through the centuries to make him feel like an actual teenager again. “Doctor's orders, young man,” she told him, face resolute.

He froze, totally at a loss for a second, then let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head with amusement. “Alright, alright,” he said, lifting his free hand in a gesture of surrender before dropping back to his seat and holding the cloth in place. He gave her a crooked grin. “Suppose I'll owe you lunch when you come back to take them out?”

“Now you're getting it,” she said wryly, a playful sparkle in her eyes.

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Idea #92: Percy/Apollo, but make it The Trojan War

Into every fandom, a time travel fic must fall - or in this case a second one, because I somehow got to thinking about the delightful PJO trope of Percy being thrown back in time to The Trojan War and realized that doing so misses out on a fantastic opportunity.

Or: What if post-TOA Percy Jackson and Apollo time travel to shortly before The Trojan War?

aka the Tried To Change The Ending fic

Just imagine it:

Everything follows canon through TOA, with one exception: rather than struggle to catch up in the mortal world following the Second Gigantomachy, Percy elects to stay at Camp Half-Blood. There he can homeschool at his own place with programs tailored towards ADHD children and still visit his family on the weekends - and not get into any more ridiculous situations in the mortal world when one of the gods kidnaps him or sends him on a quest to find their sneakers.

This, naturally, stresses his relationship with Annabeth - who, now that she's no longer living at camp full time, calls it the easy way out. But Percy is tired and struggling in mortal high school where everyone thinks he's a delinquent idiot when another option exists seems foolish. Percy and Annabeth break up and drift apart.

Enter Apollo, fresh from his latest stint as a mortal. He's trying to do his best by his children, which includes popping by camp as often as he can get away with - which in turn means spending a lot of time with Percy, who at this point is unofficially running CHB because it's not like Dionysus or even Chiron have done a brilliant job of it in recent times.

(First aid, strategy, and mythology classes are made mandatory. Percy personally ensures every demigod knows enough about self-defense to be able to survive long enough to run away or for help to arrive. Bullying is cracked down on so hard that it's this, not Percy's generally parental nature, that has people calling him Camp Mom.)

Percy and Apollo become friendly. Enough so that some of Apollo's kids assume they're dating and keeping it on the down-low so as not to draw Zeus' ire. Or Poseidon's. Or anyone else's. It's on one of their not-dates that they're yeeted into the past, without warning or explanation.

And so 19-year-old Percy Jackson and post-TOA Apollo find themselves in Ancient Greece c. 1220 BCE, roughly thirty-five years before the destruction of Troy.

The time travel is immediately obvious, as Apollo becomes the closest thing a god might experience to being high the moment they land in the past - being a powerful god in modern times is nothing like being a powerful god at the height of his power in ancient times. It's overwhelming (and somewhat alarming from Percy's POV, but kind of funny in retrospect.)

The specific date is harder to determine, but made clear when Hermes shows up and starts going on about you'll never believe what father's done now: he seduced the Spartan queen as a swan and she's laid an egg. Hera is furious - especially as they're saying the girl that hatched from it is the most beautiful in the world, even though she's only a few days old. It's nuts. By the way, where have you been? You missed the last two council meetings. Do you want Dad to punish you?

Apollo at this stage is very high. He's also been USTing over Percy for quite some time and is worried what the gods of this era might do to Percy without divine protection (smiting or seduction, it's all on the table). But mostly he's very high, and so to keep Percy close and safe he declares he's been off having the dirtiest of dirty weekends with his latest lover and that Hermes' presence is ruining the mood. So if he would kindly leave, please and thank you, he'd really rather get back to it without an audience.

This, naturally, is a surprise to Percy, but he rolls with it because 1) he doesn't have any better ideas on how to get rid of Ancient Greek Hermes so they can figure out what the hades is going on and 2) he's been USTing over Apollo ever since he recovered enough from Tartarus to start feeling attraction again.

Fueled by mutual UST, they put together a cover story that should hold the next time a god with too much prurient interest shows: Percy is now Prince Persē of Gadir - a Phoenician colony that will grow into the future Cadiz - well past the edge of the Greek world at this stage but not beyond belief for Poseidon to have visited, as it's obvious who his father is. They claim his mother is the King of Gadir's youngest sister and as such Persē had a royal upbringing, but was far enough down the line of succession that he was free to chose to sail east and explore his father's homeland. Apollo caught sight of him on his journey, one thing led to another, and here they are.

(Are there easier, more sensible cover stories? Possibly. But the UST refuses to let them consider any of them now that a fake relationship is on the table.)

Deciding what to do about The Trojan War is much harder. On the one hand, it's a lot of senseless death and destruction. On the other, without it we don't get The Iliad and The Odyssey - two of the most influential works of literature in western civilization - and Aeneas doesn't go off to Italy (leading to the founding of Rome, which would change the history of western civilization a lot). In the end, they decide to let the war happen but do their best to mitigate the worst parts of it.

And so Percy goes off and becomes a hero of Ancient Greece while pretending to be in a relationship with Apollo.

This stage of things is filed with angst from both parties, as both Percy and Apollo want a real relationship with each other but think they're abusing the other's trust by eagerly faking their relationship. There's a lot of PDA, a lot of feelings, and limited communication. It goes on for quite a while and would probably exasperate quite a few people if everyone in the know didn't think they were already in a relationship.

It's also filled with modern day Percy being confronted by realties of life in Ancient Greece. It's not just mortals knowing about - and interacting with - the gods: it's everything. It's food and clothes and language and culture and housing and travel. He can play a lot off it as being a traveler from the edge of the known world, but some of it has him asking Apollo if he's being rick rolled.

Apollo, meanwhile, is having troubles of his own. He is not the god he used to be and it's hard pretending otherwise. He tries to walk the line of doing enough to be believable and holding back enough not to despise himself, but it's a fine line, he fails often, and he spends a not insignificant amount of time worried he's backsliding.

And so it goes until 7-year-old Helen of Troy is kidnapped by Theseus to be his wife.

This, naturally, does not fly with Percy, who by this time has built up something of a reputation as a hero. He teams up with the Dioscuri to rescue Helen.

One would think this would earn him Zeus' favor. It doesn't. Instead, Zeus sends monsters to harry him for refusing to let Castor and Pollux take Helen's captors' loved ones captive and raze Aphidna for Theseus' crime. Percy manages to hold his own for quite a while but eventually, exhausted from the near-constant fighting, is gored and left for dead by the reformed Minotaur.

...and when Apollo arrives, frantic, to heal him, Percy ascends instead, becoming the greek version of Saint Sebastian - a minor god of heroes, strength in the face of adversity, and athleticism; sort of halfway between Hercules and Chiron.

Then and only then do Percy and Apollo finally get their act together, confessing to each other how much they care for the other and how much they don't want this to be fake any longer.

History proceeds apace - albeit with Persē being a second immortal trainer of heroes.

24 years after their arrival in the past, 16 years after Percy's ascension, The Trojan War begins. Despite their best efforts, there's only so much they can do - war is war and gods are gods. They are able to stop some of the worst excesses on both sides, but in the end Apollo still sends the plague that causes Agamemnon to take Briseis for his own, which caused Achilles' departure from the field, Patroclus' death, &c - not because Apollo was trying to maintain the timeline, but because in the instant he sent it he was angry and reverted to his old ways.

Troy falls...

...but when Zeus tries to use this as an excuse to ban gods from interacting with their demigod children, Apollo is able to say that's a bit extreme isn't it? with enough backing from the rest of the council that Zeus is forced to amend his ruling so that the gods are only allowed to freely visit their children on the "cross quarter days" that fall between each solstice and equinox (1 February, 1 May, 1 August, and 1 November).

This changes everything and nothing.

Time continues its inevitable march. Greece has its golden age before being conquered by Rome, which splits apart under its own weight and forms several smaller countries, which eventually spread their cultures around the world...

Apollo and Percy are there for it all. Persē is a minor figure in mythology, but never forgotten. He is ever-present in Apollo's temples - though the Church will later try to rewrite their myth so that they were merely sworn fighting partners, rather than lovers who eventually had a quite lovely wedding on Olympus (and then, at Poseidon's insistence, an even bigger ceremony on Atlantis). Percy takes over day-to-day operations of CHB from practically the moment the Trojan War ends.

...and so Persē is there the day Sally Jackson tries to get her son to camp, and is able to intervene when the Minotaur attacks on their border. He's able to meet her and her young son, Perseus ("Mom named me after you and the guy that killed Medusa since you're the only two heroes to have happy endings!"), and guide him through the trials that come with being a child of prophecy.

One day that Percy will hand Luke - who was never happy with the limited attention the gods were allowed to give their children - a cursed dagger so that Kronos can be defeated. That child will be offered godhood, turn it down, and go on to have a happy life with his eventual wife, Annabeth. He will never have his memories erased and be sent to Camp Jupiter. Gaia will not rise until long after that Percy's grandchildren are dead, and Zeus will not be quite so bullheaded when the proof of it is brought before him. That Second Gigantomachy is swift, well-coordinated, and fought without another Greek/Roman war brewing in the background.

And when they finally arrive at the day Apollo and Percy were originally sent back in time, Percy admits that while he is happy some version of him was better prepared for the war he was asked to fight in and allowed his peace afterward, he would change nothing about his own life, for it brought him to Apollo. The sunrise the next morning - on the first morning of the rest of their lives - is particularly spectacular.

Bonuses include:

Gaslighting Poseidon into believing that he's met Percy before the first time they're introduced. ("What do you mean you don't remember me, Father? You were present when I came of age! You gifted me this trident! Have I displeased you in some way?") It's an absolute masterclass that eventually manages to convince Poseidon that, yes, of course he knows Percy - and, maybe, he should check in on all his other demigod children to make sure he's not missed someone. (Two. He lost track of two of the others. Maybe he should be more careful about siring children in the future.) Apollo practically has to stuff his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing.

As much historical accuracy as can be crammed into the Percy trying to make sense of Ancient Greece chapters as possible. Think Of a Linear Circle - Part III by flamethrower levels of historical research. As much as can be shoehorned in without bogging down the plot.

Percy and Dionysus bonding over their mutual dislike of Theseus, though Percy generally gets along with his other half-siblings, especially the ones who come to camp young enough to keep from getting big heads over being the children of Poseidon.

Though Percy adores all the children in Cabin 7 (most of whom are born via blessing this time around), he and Apollo have at least one child of their own - maybe a demigod born before Percy's ascension to sell their fake relationship? Maybe a minor god who's later attributed a different parentage by mortals? Dealer's choice on details.

It never being made clear who, or what, or how, Percy and Apollo were sent into the past. All of Percy's oddities are attributed to him being foreign or formerly mortal, all of Apollo's to the fact that he's in love with someone who didn't die before their first anniversary, and no one ever guesses time travel is responsible for their eccentricities. Or that time travel was ever an option.

And that's all I have. As always, feel free to adopt, just link back if you ever decide to do anything with it.

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[memysoulandi]

Jason Grace, so much potential...

Actually this goes for the entire lost trio. The AMOUNT of TRAUMA these three had and the potential for character development they had too is UNREAL, yet nothing was done. Let us begin my personal beliefs

Leo:

-Delve into his trauma of his remaining family deciding he was the devil at age EIGHT and refusing to take him in-abandonment issues

-Have his constant feelings of invalid-ness and being the unneeded member of the seven be corrected by giving him CLOSE FRIENDS HE PIPER AND JASON NEED TO BE CLOSER AT THE VERY LEAST and conversations when he realizes he is wanted and needed

-Don't have Calypso storyline in there-he didn't need a girlfriend to solve his problems, if you have it, have it as good friends-another member of his support group

-Make him gay and have valgrace or slowburn/implied valgrace(the two of them pining then like kinda tragic as Leo dies)

Piper:

-Have her lesbian storyline occur in HoO where she's a main character-it's an important storyline for her character that deserves a spotlight and time that ToA couldn't give it

-No Jiper! This relationship was toxic and founded on fake memories-if you're going to do it, do it as a part of her LGBTQIA+ journey and Jason's as well

-Don't have her demonize femininity! She can wear dresses! She can wear makeup! She can present more feminine and still be the same character and her hatred of any and all things feminine is not good representation! Make her a feminist, please! Or at least make her less against femininity as a whole.

-No kaleidoscope eyes! Give her brown eyes and also have her rediscovering her culture storyline as a part of HoO too!

Jason:

-Make him a better fighter than Percy. He has been at Camp Jupiter since the age of three and spent a year with wolves before then. He has spent his entire life in a military setting training, he should be a better swordfighter than Percy 'I show up to summer camp at age 12 to 16 and only really use my sword then' Jackson.

-Give him more powers. Or Percy less. Children of the big three should be equal in potential power, not Percy being OP and the others having lightning or shadows powers some of the time. Percy needs less power and Jason, Thalia, Hazel, and Nico need more. Jason should have more power than Percy as he has had longer to train it.

-Give him a personality. His storyline in HoO should be a journey of self-discovery. He has always been another member of an army, with constant pressure on him to be the best at everything and a strong confident leader who doesn't make mistakes as a son of Jupiter. His entire life has been dictated by those around him. For the first time, he is free of that and he needs to be discovering things like how he likes to dress, his style, his sexuality, his likes and dislikes, and his personality. In my opinion he should be kinda shy with a feral edge, side effect of the wolves, who is always trying to people please. When he stops doing this, he becomes significantly happier and a greater use to the team. Plus valgrace;D.

-Also, make him despise Percy at the beginning. He worked his entire life to be an afterthought that nobody looked for when he went missing for months, while Percy was looked for by everyone after only a few days. Percy achieved everything he wanted in a matter of weeks in New Rome and he was happy and had friends and a life. Percy has everything Jason doesn't. They need to have a moment where they are locked together and Percy goes "why do you hate me" and Jason breaks down because "You have everything I want and you don't even have to try!". This would create a better relationship for them and be the turning point for Jason as Percy hears what he has to say and validates him. Also Jason personality.

-Don't kill him off and continue his self-discovery journey in ToA.

-Make him and Thalia have a closer relationship that in the months between TLH and TSoN, it is implied that they spend time together. He should feel safe with her and they needed more interactions as they are SIBLINGs, god damit.

-Make him and Reyna just friends-she wanted to look for him but couldn't 'cause Octavian(the bitch) and someone needed to be Praetor in his absence.

-Also give him history with Octavian-ex-friends or something give me drama.

[demigod-shenanigans]

Jason and Reyna and fatal flaws

(based on a conversation I had with @queenjunothegreat ages ago)

I know Jason’s fatal flaw is generally considered to be indecision. However. Consider conceptually that Jason’s fatal flaw is his sense of duty. That way we’ve got an additional fatal flaw which isn’t a bad trait inherently but becomes a problem when it’s left unchecked and makes you lose sight of other aspects of the situation.

Jason’s sense of duty is what feeds into his indecision. When he’s speaking to Notus, the problem isn’t that he doesn’t fundamentally know what he wants. It’s stated that he’s happiest when he’s with Piper and Leo. He just thinks he’s not allowed to make the choice because it would mean neglecting his duty.

Jason’s sense of duty is also what ultimately gets him killed. The prophecy he got in ToA stated that him or Piper would die if they joined Apollo on his quest, but not once did Jason consider just… walking away. If he had, it would have saved him. But it’s quintessential to his character that he wasn’t able to. That, no matter what, his duty as a demigod hero will always outweigh his personhood.

Now consider what it would mean if Reyna’s fatal flaw was the same.��

I’ve talked about this before, but duty as a character motive makes a lot of sense for Reyna. She’s raised to believe the fate of New Rome lies on her shoulders—to her dad, the fact that New Rome rises and falls with their bloodline (and therefore specifically with Hylla and Reyna) has always mattered more than their personhood.

A lot of Reyna’s actions in the books explicitly link back to her sense of duty—the way she runs herself ragged trying to do a job that’s meant for two people while Jason is missing, the way she chides Lavinia in ToA for leaving her post, etc. A lot of her conflict stems from the fact that what is necessary to protect her home (leaving her post and following Jason) inherently clashes with the rules of that home.

This can be applied even down to powers, which inherently wear her out to strengthen other people.

Of course Jason and Reyna click immediately. It’s inevitable. They’ve got similar mindsets and similar work ethics and both of them see the way they’ve been raised to consider the bigger picture but never themselves reflected back at them when they look at each other.

They understand each other like no one in their lives has ever understood them. They’re drawn to each other like magnets. They love each other in a way they’ve never loved anyone before.

But that love is also fundamentally linked to the most self-destructive part the other person has to offer—the part that has to be productive and heroic at all costs because otherwise they don’t deserve love (Jason) or doom their shared home to a horrible fate (Reyna).

They only ever let the other person see that masked version of them, so now even with the person they’re closest to they can never unmask because they don’t know and might not like that version of them! They actively bond over their sense of duty so now to stay loved and happy in that friendship they’re required to lean into that even harder. They’re heading into a completely disastrous burnout situation together with no signs of stopping.

But then Jason disappears. And when he reappears, their shared fatal flaw—which was a huge part of what brought them together in the first place—is what ends up driving them apart.

It’s not that he’s lost his sense of duty or anything. His fatal flaw is still the same. But the focus of that duty has shifted to encompass more than the home he shared with Reyna. His duty is to both camps now. His duty is to Piper and Leo and the prophecy of the seven.

Reyna’s duty is still to Camp Jupiter. To Bellona’s prophecy that’s bound her to New Rome’s legacy for as long as she’s lived, and will bind her to it forever.

When her home is under attack, Reyna’s duty is obviously to New Rome and her people first and foremost. And the Jason she knew would have agreed. He’d have jumped to New Rome’s protection in a heartbeat.

This Jason doesn’t. This Jason chooses Leo and Piper and the Argo over everything else.

And it unmoors Reyna utterly, in a way even his disappearance didn’t. Reyna knows Jason. She knows how he’ll act in almost all situations, because she’s seen him make tough calls before. She knows their priorities will always align. Except, suddenly, they don’t.

They’ve always been on the same page, and suddenly it seems like they’re not even in the same book anymore, and she has absolutely no idea how to handle that.

[tiredspacedragon]

I love Kanohi so much. I love the concept of a customizable face and thus identity, I love that each mask has its own powers that carry their own significance in addition to its shape, I love that each mask has multiple shapes to show the wearer's identity changing or speak to what aspect of themselves is most prominent.

Have some concepts:

A Matoran with a Great-shaped Kanohi who becomes a Toa. Their new identity is an extension of their old self. They become a Turaga and their Noble-shaped Kanohi is a symbol of how they were fundamentally changed by their time as a hero.

A Matoran with a Noble-shaped Kanohi who becomes a Toa. Their new identity is a departure from their old selves. They become a Turaga and their Noble-shaped Kanohi symbolizes that their trials are over and they have earned peace.

A Matoran who becomes a Toa and wears a different mask than they did as a Matoran. Their new identity is a dramatic break from their old self, one they either chose to take on to distance themselves from their past or to embody their vision of heroism, or one that was forced upon them and to which they must now adapt. They become a Turaga and their Noble-shaped Kanohi is yet another change. A new chapter.

A Matoran or other character whose powerless mask is broken or lost, so they receive a new one. The change has no effect on their abilities, but their new mask signifies their character growth. Though the mask grants them no powers now, the character's potential has changed, a new path and new role is open to them.

A character whose powered mask is broken or lost, so they receive a new one. Or perhaps they willingly trade their old Kanohi for another. Do they choose the same mask they had before, showing their conviction and stability in their identity? Do they choose a mask with a power they think will be more useful, showing practicality or responsibility, and determination to get the job done, including a willingness to sacrifice their identity? Do they choose a mask worn by someone they admire, honouring them by trying to emulate them, but risking subsuming their own unique traits? Or perhaps they choose a new mask whose powers are a better match for them or who they want to be, showing commitment to changing and embracing themselves?

A character who changes their armour and equipment, but keeps the same mask. They adapt to the needs of the situations, but refuse to lose themselves in it.

A character who could use a Great Kanohi, but opts for a Noble one instead, to cultivate the image of a sage. Maybe it's deserved. Maybe it isn't. Perhaps they even wear a Great Kanohi that is merely forged to look like a Noble one, to achieve the image without sacrificing the power.

Two characters whose mask powers work well in tandem, but one or both of them change masks and the new powers conflict or are no longer related at all, marking a breakdown in the characters' relationship.

Or the reverse, two characters whose mask powers don't pair well, but one or both change masks and now they do, signifying a growing bond.

Just to name a few.

I love how this one single aspect of character design can tell so much of their story at just a glance, and again that it's the face, the part we look to the most for expression and understanding.

[amiti-art]

ToA Headcanon

At same point during Apollo's trials (or after them) Hera and Leto reconciled.

I think that best moment for that is after Jason's death.

After Hera saw how her husband did nothing to save his own son, her own chosen one. After she saw how little he cared for his life. How when she cried and grived, he sat at his throne unmoved and unbotherd, annoyed by her tears.

How he did nothing when Apollo, his godly son, his fellow Olympian, tried to kill himself so his friends, demigods, could live.

That was Hera's breaking point. When she finally admitted to herself that her anger was always misplaced. It was not her husband's bastard children she should hate but Zeus himself. She always knew that, deep down in her cold, broken heart. But it was easier to go after weak mortal women, nymphs or minor godesses. It was easier to go after defenseless innocent children who didn't asked to be born.

She was always doing that because she could not go against her husband, her king.

The same way Apollo went after cyclops when it was Zeus who killed Asclepius, Apollo's beloved child, because it was easier, safer.

So Hera, heartbroken after Jason's death, haunted by image of Apollo lying on the floor, bleading to death with an arrow in his chest, went to see Leto.

Because Leto would understand her pain as she was also suffering. Because Leto needed comfort as much as Hera did. Because they were friends once, before the Twins were born. Because Hera after over 4000 years finally understood that she had to apologize.

And maybe Leto wasn't ready to forgive her yet, but when she saw queen's pained face she knew that no one could understand her better right now, so she let her stay by her side for moment. One mother greaving the child that was wasn't even hers and one mother who could lost hers at any moment now, both longing for comfort when the father of both sons sat unbotherd on his throne while his childern were suffering and dying.

Maybe I'm giving Hera to much credit here but those 2 scenes she had in ToN are so heartbreaking to me. Come on, how many gods openly cries and mourns for their children? And Jason wasn't even hers. Nor is Apollo, but she was the one to tell everyone to shut tf up when they started to discuss who could become an Olympian in his place after he dies.

[sunflowergraves]

Look, I don't care if you dislike Will Solace. There are plenty of fan favorite characters in PJO that I can't stand. But I'm tired of people mis-characterizing him and using it as a base in their argument to hate him.

If you think a character who has been through untold horrors and severe mental trauma is awful because he breaks down and snaps at people when he is triggered, I have no words for you. I don't know what books you've been reading, but Will has been through two wars, witnessed horrific deaths, and was forced into a leadership role at the ripe age of 13 because his older siblings were murdered in front of his eyes. What angers me more is that the reason everyone is so upset by his anxious and abrasive attitude is that they expected him to remain kind and compassionate and happy no matter what he is experiencing.

Having a character who is defined by kindness and compassion crack under the pressure of being there for everyone is amazing representation to have in a popular series and yet people are angry. Sorry that Will isn't Mr. Sunshine. Sorry that he isn't acting like the sad wet puppy people wrote him out to be.

It's even stated in TOA that his entire calm personality is a façade:

"Will laughed under his breath. 'I'm terrified. But one thing you learn as head counselor: you have to keep it together for everyone else.' "

Will's character was never the "super chill under pressure bi" stereotype that people assumed. He represents the people who hide their emotional needs for the sake of others. The people who had no choice but to be the leader. The people who are shoved into the "happy, down-to-earth" box because that's what others need them to be.

He was never mischaracterized, he was recontextualized. Why is every other PJO character allowed to have their breakdowns and trauma, but the second Will does, it becomes a problem? The reality is that a person can change dramatically because of trauma and pressure. People don't just act sad and depressed, they become angry and abrasive.

Have you never been 15 and angry before? Has your past trauma never affected you so violently? Has the pressure never gotten to you, have you always maintained your cool?

I'm not asking anyone to love Will Solace. I'm not trying to change your mind. But I do want you to understand that there are so many people like this in the world and it's tiring to see people not understand that. Continue hating him or whatever, but at least do it with this in mind.

[damsn4ckbar]

im so annoyed with myself for becoming so attached to jason bc i havent read toa yet and i know whats coming in tbm. i knew before i was even introduced to jasons character. i knew before i developed any emotional attachment to him. yet hes now my bbg platonic loml and i was helpless but to sit here and let it happen... like its not my fault hes a misunderstood cutie who needed my protection and love. 😔😔 LIKE I COULD HAVE PREVENTED IT BUT I DIDNT AND NOW IM GOING TO BE IN SO MUCH MORE PAIN WHEN I READ IT.

[toasecretsanta]

truth is that it was always going to end (this symphony buzzing in my head)

Merry (late) Christmas!!

This year’s ToA Secret Santa gave me [@firealder2005] @sadlynojellybeans as my match!! The prompts given were ‘ghosts of the past’; ‘the nature of mortality’; and ‘don’t look back’.

I used ‘the nature of mortality’. Do not be surprised by the angst ahaha, though i gotta admit— turned out a bit fluffier than i originally thought!

Enjoy!!

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Rating: Gen

 Warnings: Major Character Death

Title from Panic! At the Disco’s song The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty

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Word reached him on the currents of the winter wind. A cloud nymph whispered the news into his ear as he looked over the proposed plans for expanding Camp Half-Blood’s borders to make new accommodations, activities, and— of course— cabins.

It took a moment for it to register in his mind.

“She’s— what?” Apollo’s head snapped to his right, but the nymph had already dispersed, leaving naught but cloudy wisps behind to signal her presence.

His heart thudded. He pressed his lips together.

The plans were forgotten as he abruptly stood, writing a hasty note for Clio in case she came looking for him, and vanished in a funnel of sparkling gold.

Apollo reappeared in a familiar place. Though it had been a long time since the caretakers he had first met had run it, the Waystation still looked the same. Comfortable and expansive and oh-so welcoming. Perhaps even moreso ever since Britomartis had finally gotten the power to give her place of refuge proper care and attention.

(And isn’t that strange? Calling something of Britomartis’s welcoming…he must have become desensitized to her trappings, or something equally ridiculous.)

Emmie and Josephine would be proud to see how well their family was handling things. Apollo certainly was.

“Where is she?” He placed his palm against one of the wooden walls. A door swung open, creaking sadly, no doubt knowing why he was here. He patted its frame as he passed through, murmuring, “Thank you,” before stepping through, up a few staircases, and down a hallway and into a large bedroom.

His eyes were quick to adjust to the low-light. The sunset spilled softly through the large window facing the woodland beyond, the tips of the trees tinged gold just barely visible.

Most of the light fell onto the bed, headboard pressed firmly up against the wall, burnishing the blue comforters into a darker shade of indigo. Pillows propped the occupant up against the dark wooden frame, and though Apollo was nowhere near the only other person in the room, her sharp, yet tired, worn eyes still held that ever-present spark of power as they fell upon him.

“‘Bout time,” a wry smile twisted her lips. “And here I thought you’d be too busy for little old me.”

Apollo breathed a small, half-formed laugh out of his nose. “For you, Thalia? Never.”

Crossing towards the bed, he clasped her hand in between both of his. They were wrinkly and calloused from decades of a hard-won life, and despite how…frail Apollo knew they had become, Thalia’s grip was as steady as ever.

They were always steady. Even when everything changed. When allegiances shifted and betrayals ran rampant, Thalia’s hands never wavered— and neither did her resolve.

Even now, as she prepared to greet Thanatos for the final time, that familiar sight stubbornly persisted.

“Well aren’t I lucky,” Thalia shared a grin with the other occupants.

Leo Valdez’s smile caused one side of his lips to curl up, the tinge of sadness in his old eyes momentarily squashed by a bit of that reliable old humor.

“The luckiest, I say,” he playfully knocked his knuckles against Thalia’s. “I mean, look at the entourage you have here!” Leo gestured to himself, Apollo, and the other two women in the room— Georgie and Reyna.

Georgie, like Leo, had aged over the decades, but had managed to outgrow Leo without much effort— something Apollo knew she teased the older man relentlessly about, much to their mothers’ amusement.

Reyna, however, was still in possession of the immortality of the Hunt, and so was eternally eighteen. Physically she hadn’t aged, but the air she carried was heavy with every new battle and the weight of experience she now bore as one of the senior members of the Hunt.

They were the only ones sitting here with Thalia. There was no one else— bar one, but Apollo knew she was on her way— that needed to be summoned to the old Huntress’s deathbed.

Calypso and Lit no longer lived within the Waystation, but still remained in Indianapolis. The former goddess now ran a large and successful greenhouse, with an attached farm under Lit’s care. The old ‘Reaper of Men’ and Cornhusker had at long last returned to his roots in the fields, though thankfully with a lot less murdering this time.

That would be awkward to explain to the mortal authorities.

The Hunt themselves had already given their goodbyes a week or so back, but allowed Reyna to remain to watch over her old friend until Macaria came to call. Once Thalia passed, Apollo knew her funeral pyre would burn with the highest honors, under both Camp Half-Blood and the Hunt’s colors.

…It was a bit depressing, really. Despite all of the good Thalia had done in her long life— persevering through the tumultuous revolution, joining Emmie and Josephine at the Waystation, diving headfirst into finding demigods and guiding them safely to Camp Half-Blood— there were only five people left in this world whom she had shared a closer bond with.

Then again, Apollo reflected. Perhaps five is acceptable. Better than none.

And certainly better than the loneliness that Thalia had exuded following her leave from the Hunt. She had struggled tremendously with the weight of not only the rebellion, but also with the grief of her brother’s death, still stubbornly clinging to her consciousness.

A tap on the back of his hand made Apollo jump.

He was met with Thalia’s smirk. “Back with us, old man?”

Apollo snorted, then broke into a laugh that warmed him down to the ichor-y marrow of his bones. “Rich, coming from you, old lady.”

“Ah…” Thalia’s slightly smoky eyes widened, as if playing the part of a fortune-teller mystic, the wrinkles on her face creasing as she whispered; “But the point still stands— out of the two of us, you are the old man here.”

“Leo is literally right here.” Apollo deflected.

“Two, Apollo! Two!”

“Yeah man,” Leo’s grin split wider. “Don’t drag me into this— or should I say…?” He dramatically paused, making Georgie snicker. “Old man?”

“Call me old again, I dare you,” Apollo glared at him, but there was very little bite behind it. Apparently, when your friends got older and you, physically, remained the same age, said friends found it hilarious to bring you in on the old person jokes despite that inconsequential fact.

“Old.” Reyna now joined in on ‘pick on Apollo’ hour, leaning back against the headrest, arms crossed with her feet thrown off the side of the bed. “You’re old, Apollo. Admit it.”

Theatrically, Apollo crossed his own arms and raised an eyebrow at her, as if refusing to cave into her demands.

“Friends,” Thalia staged-whispered. “I think we’ve finally encountered the physical manifestation of the phrase– ‘unstoppable force, meet immovable object’. He’s not budging.”

“What’s the plan, then?” Georgie was now whispering, her and Leo huddled closer to Thalia and Reyna, as though if they kept their voices down, Apollo wouldn’t hear them.

“I am right here you know.”

They pretended to not hear him.

Who knew the elderly could be such children?

“Force has proven to be invalid,” Leo sagely nodded, no doubt digging into his reserves of Old Man Wisdom now that he was a member of that particular population. It vaguely reminded Apollo of Socrates during one of his lectures. “We must now rely on the art of persuasion.”

“Good luck with that,” Apollo drily said. “You are talking about a seasoned lawyer.”

“Every lawyer has a weakness!” Georgie waggled a finger at him. “And we shall discover yours!”

“Unlikely.”

“Even old man lawyers!”

“Again, Leo’s right there.”

“Mi amigo, I am not even a lawyer.”

“Well, in that case—”

“As funny as all this is,” a new voice loudly interjected. Apollo straightened, his lips briefly twitching up as he recognized who it came from. “I think we all get it— Apollo’s an old, old granddaddy, and is just too bull-headed to face up to it.”

“Lovely to see you too, Meg,” Apollo huffed, turning as he addressed the newcomer. “Nice to know you are on my side in this egregious plot of defamation.”

Meg smirked. “Have I ever been?” She innocently asked. Even with the way the area around her brightened in the imitation of an angel’s halo, there was no mistaking the devilry in her beady crow eyes as they twinkled behind her rhinestone-studded glasses.

Like Apollo, Meg was eternally young, and ever since her own ascension had taken it upon herself to safeguard the deserts of Southern California and heal the damage down to them. She fought a battle day after day with not only the mythical monsters of the world, but also the very mortal ones intent on destroying her precious patch of nature.

Apollo stressed over her well-being whenever bad news reached his ears concerning the deserts, but everytime he dropped by to visit, his worries were eased by Meg herself.

Little by little, they’ll make the world a better place. No matter how many baby steps they had to take first.

“What’s really funny,” Meg plopped herself down by Apollo, practically ramming her shoulder into his. “Is how you,” she pointed at Apollo, poking his arm with the finger for emphasis. “Act like their pitiful ages can compare to your own. At least my aging is timeless.” She stuck her nose into the air.

“You are practically as old as they are.”

“Pot, meet kettle.”

“Oh come on, don’t be such a hypocrite–!”

“Anyway!” Meg smiled brightly as she turned her attention away from Apollo (Rude!) and to Thalia. “Brought a present, since I missed your birthday last month.”

With the snap of her fingers, a clay pot appeared with a Christmas cactus, its red blooms on the peak of blossoming. Meg shimmied off the bed and placed the plant on Thalia’s side table. The old woman herself shifted, craning her neck slightly to get a good look at it, before smiling.

“Thanks Meg,” she held out a fist, and Meg finished the fist-bump. “It does brighten up the room a bit.”

Even with the sun now completely sunk below the horizon, Apollo knew she was right. The way the red of the cactus stood out in the darkness was almost a beacon by itself. With a flick of a finger, the small, harmless spikes on the green of the cactus gain faint, glowing lights on each end, much like the baubles one would find on a Christmas tree.

“Nice,” Thalia shot her a grin. “I feel so spoiled today.”

Georgie fussed with the blankets. “You deserve it,” she firmly stated. “And we do it because we love you.”

“She’s right,” Reyna agreed from where she sat. “There’s a lot we’d do for the people we love.”

Thalia’s eyes went misty. “I know that feeling well…” she softly said. Apollo detected the beginning of a reminiscence. “I’ve done a lot for those I love. Annabeth, Percy, even Luke…and Jason. Oh, the things I did for Jason…” A bittersweet smile pulled on her lips.

“I’ll be happy to see him again. It’s been long enough.”

Reyna squeezed her shoulder as Leo clasped his hand onto one of hers. Apollo slipped his onto the other, gently thumbing the back of her boney, veiny hand.

“Everyone else, too,” Thalia’s gaze unfocused. “There’s a lot of old friends who have come and gone that I’d like to see again.”

“Yeah,” Georgie wistfully sighed. “I do miss some of the old crowd, too.”

“Emmie and Jo were the best,” Leo murmured, propping his chin on his free hand. “I…have so much to thank them for. I don’t know what I’d have done without them.”

“They were wonderful women,” Reyna said, lips twisting into a small smile of her own. “The Hunt misses them too.”

“As do we,” Apollo added, mouth quirking when Meg laid her chin on his shoulder. “If there’s one thing I learned from not only them, but from everyone, it’s that it is in the nature of mortals to remember. And immortals…” he shared a knowing, conspiratorial look with Meg. “Well, it is in our nature too— just with the affidavit of carrying those memories with us forever.”

Leo clapped his hands together. “Well said.”

“Indeed.” Reyna softly smiled. “Indeed.”

The room fell into tranquility. The nighttime sky was now littered with stars. Apollo felt the steady beat of Meg’s heart against his back. Georgie had snuggled up to Leo, much like she had when they were younger, and threw an extra blanket over both of them. Reyna was looking at the cactus sitting on its table, limbs relaxed.

The red flowers had bloomed at last.

Apollo stopped absentmindedly stroking Thalia’s hand. He glanced down at it, brows crinkling as he failed to detect the usual, electrifying warmth from her skin. His fingers trailed to grasp her wrist, holding it for a few seconds, before gently releasing it.

Her eyes were closed. There was a faint smile on her face.

Thalia Grace had passed. Apollo held her hand one last time and squeezed.

A peaceful death indeed.

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You will be able to find this fic on my Ao3 sometime after this is published!

[irradiated-imp]

So I've gotten a friend into Bionicle recently thanks to Web of Shadows, and it made me realize I enjoy making Hordika, like, alot. So I made a Second Toa Hordika team.

Ikahlii The leader of the team. He's the most strong willed and duty focused on the team. As such, he's kept the best grip on himself after his mutation. Despite this, from time to time he has been known to show more beastly behaviors.

Odhep Unlike the others, he seems to enjoy his new form to some extent, easily getting used to it and it's heightened sense of hearing. He's patient, and kind and has become the rock for the team, helping everyone keep ahold of themselves in their new, more monstrous forms.

Revii Even before the team's mutations, she was something of a wild child. The more animalistic nature of her current form has made her already chaotic personality even more chaotic. She's known for pranking others.

Ultok Of all the members of the Toa Hordika II, Ultok despises his mutated form the most. His mutation dulled his sense of sight considerably. Fortunately, he was always a team player, so he was already used to depending on his brothers and sister when he needed to. They help him compensate for his worsened sight. Unlike the rest of the team, Ultok still holds hope that they'll find Keetongu and be returned to their original selves.

Vulli Ikahlii's second in command, and a very serious and dutiful Toa. Before his mutation, Vulli was known to have a temper, which has only worsened after becoming Hordika. He's been known to lash out on instinct when startled. Fortunately for his teammates, he's usually easy to calm down. He's found he has a surprising skill at mimicking voices and sounds.

Woltau Woltau, alongside Odhep, is the heart of the team. He's always been friendly and sociable, easily befriending others. His beastly instincts haven't changed this, though he now sees his team as a sort of pack. He tends to howl at the moon at night. The Toa Hordika II live in a large swampy forest. Before their mutations, they had heard of Matoran and Agori going missing when passing through the forest on trade routes, so they went to investigate. They immediately discovered the forest had become overrun with Visorak and found themselves captured and mutated. For a time they searched for Keetongu, but with no clues or guidance, they failed to find the elusive rahi. They eventually returned to the forest, taking up the roll of protectors there, and keeping any travelers safe from the Visorak hordes lurking in the forest.

Also have an entirely unrelated Toa Hordika I made. Cause I like making them. They're fun.

[kitkats-and-kittens]

Spoilers for Pjo.

You know I feel like people should acknowledge how fucked up camp halfblood is more often.

Like everyone always makes fun of New Rome for being uptight and sticklers for the rules, but low-key living at camp halfblood sucks.

The barrier wasn’t even up for a decade before it was broken and before that literal children were sent out to fight monsters despite being promised safety (Ik Talias protection made it slightly better, but still) and during sea of monsters they are once again required to fight as literal kids!

Unlike New Rome there’s no university for the Demigods to go to. Year rounders get tutored by Chiron (presumably) and then what? They have no actual credentials or any records of them graduating from school. Since no one knows about Camp they technically don’t have an address either which sucks if your parents are dead or don’t want you.

We see hardly any adult demigods around camp and I don’t know if they choose to leave or not, but either way they are set up for failure. Chiron tells Percy about the success stories, the people who go on to be Olympic athletes or celebrities due to their half godly nature, but it’s more than likely those are far outweighed by the failures.

Those who died hungry on the streets with no way to get a job and no home to return to. Those who were torn down by monsters without the protection of the camp. Even those who made it constant live with the terror that one day they’ll be found and killed. And what if those people have family’s? Will the monsters hunt them too? And what happens when they get too old to fight?

That’s not even mentioning the trauma they’ll be stuck with their entire lives.

No wonder so many end up joining the Emperors in ToA.

And you know what. Chiron need to take some damn accountability for being a shit mentor. He fucked off for most of the books but even when he talks to Percy about how much he cares he does quite literally nothing about Luke. How did a child manage to manipulate an immortal centaur for years without anyone catching on?

And he doesn’t improve after the war either. Will is made Head of Apollo Cabin at 13. He has two younger siblings and is essentially expected to act as their parent despite still being a child himself. Not to mention he’s the camps head doctor. He’s performed surgery! Which is exhausting and long and something no child should be dealing with. Especially since we know Chiron must have some healing abilities since he literally raised Asclepius.

Will is not paid either. None of them are. He doesn’t get a salary, so free child labour (cough cough exploitation) and after he leaves camp he’ll have no way to prove his medical training to anyone and no way to pay for medical school or even to get in without the appropriate documents.

I don’t like to rant about books but Rick Riordan did not go dark enough with this series and I will say this about his books until the day I die. The light comedic writing style means fucked up shit like this simply slips through the cracks.

There’s still so much I haven’t touched on.

What about the Hephaestus cabin and their curse. How did Chiron just stand by and watch as these kids continually blew themselves up?

Fighting in two wars?

The Romans are a little more fucked up there because we know there are adults who can fight and are simply choosing to send children in their place.

Octavian being quite literally brainwashed into dying for his land.

Jason’s entire backstory.

The fact that most demigod children probably die before ever reaching camp is very much not touched on and it should be.

The fact that camp halfblood is hidden with the mist means that no one knows where the year rounders are. Which is weird when you think a lot of the reason people become year rounders is too many monster attacks or horrible home lives which further implies out in the real world there are genuine missing posters for these kids. Some might even be considered legally dead so what happens when they rock up in their early 20’s attempting to rejoin society?

In conclusion Camp Halfblood is fucked and Chiron is not some innocent fun loving centaur dude. His lack of action had a very big and very real impact on these kids.

[randomwriteronline]

Half silly and half serious idea for your Transformed Turaga AU idea. Or maybe it's silly on the surface while serious as the groundwork?

Most of it is still pretty vague, but I have some scenes of the Toa Hordika wrecking shop in what I assume a corrupt Great Being's lab. Not necessarily Velika, because the technology is a variant of mind control using somebody's greatest desire.

And as usual with the Toa Metru or Hordika, it's chaos. There's the stuff like Nokama operating a set of levers and rerouting water flow to flood a room, wrecking the delicate machinery there.

Or opening locks not meant to be opended. Maybe it's the waterlock! Nokama surveys her work from underwater, satisfied.

Matau bites a security drone, and its programming soon begins to corrupt.

The technology to control them either doesn't work at all or somehow they adapt to it. Soon enough even a touch of them is enough to destroy it, but that's less fun than tearing it open when possible.

They at one point literally tear a whole workshop apart. Very therapeutic, they will tell you.

Whenua's sitting on a cliff over an entrance where the Great Being just rushed, seeing to their horror that he's sitting next to something delicate and important. He makes eye contact as he pushes the object over and it's impossible to catch before it shatters on the floor.

"Whoops."

And that's not even going into any combination of the Hordika enabling each other and becoming even more chaotic.

i remember seeing this in reblogs and it wasnt really something i had ideas about but i do wholly condone elder furry violence on mind controlling objects and i do love slapstick

id imagine this is a final gambit of the great beings who are Shitting Their Pants upon all other attempts at stopping the mu beings failing (badly) and it STILL fails because hordika coding or something doesnt respond to it bc they never accounted for hordika existing so they have no counter. "oh but theyre only six" one of them says, Unaware Of Who The Metru Are And What Their Modus Operandi Is, "theres no way a few stupid animals can stop us". comes back in the room to every piece of extremely valuable and delicate machinery ripped to shreds and six werebeasts eating the fibre optic cables like extremely large noodles. thats what you fucking get

they start off scared as shit for the situation and the pressure but end up having a magnificent time. so much shit that feels so good to crack and beat the shit out of AND theyre allowed to do that!! required even!!! theyre healing from things they didnt even know they had. this is their new home. great beings evicted forever and ever. hordika city now

matau has been parkouring everywhere he shouldnt and no windows are safe from him. onewa found a new artistic vein and has been gingerly breaking as much shit as possible to find the right pieces for his sculptures. vakama has been mauling every single drone and robot he finds with his teeth. nuju is methodically shredding important documents to make snow out of them. whenua has been digging holes in the pavements and walls and busting the air ducts by crawling through them. nokama has caused more water-related destructive mishaps than anybody can count. they are so so proud of themselves and having a grand old time. the nuva, mahri, hagah and mata nui are hollering at them in support after getting snapped out of mind control. the agori and glatorian are impressed. the great beings are in shambles and within minutes of having their asses viciously bitten by extremely large werebeasts

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Idea #86: Percy Jackson, but make it Time Travel

I was minding my own business at work this morning when a terrible, awful, wonderful idea for a PJO time travel fix-it hit me out of the blue.

Or: What if a deified Percy was sent back to the start of canon?

aka the In Another Life fic

Just imagine it:

Percy wakes screaming, which is immediately disconcerting as he's not slept in nearly 100 years. He summons a storm practically out of reflex, still caught up in the horrors of everything he just left behind, and promptly passes out, his 12 year old body not used to the strain.

-because he is twelve again - mortal again, - in his bed at Yancy Academy again, a week out from the field trip that will change his life.

Not that Percy realizes this straight off, what with the panic and the passing out, though he does pick it up fairly quickly once he wakes up again in the school infirmary. This nearly sends him into another tailspin of panic - (he is small, he is weak, he is alone in his head, one hundred years in the past, and can barely feel any of his domains) - before Percy manages to get himself under control enough to come up with the basics of a plan: get somewhere safe so he can start figuring out what the Hades is going on.

Percy manages to sneak out of the infirmary while everyone else is at dinner, hails the Chariot of Damnation even though he's way out of their normal service area ("We'll put it on your tab, dearie," the seeresses say, "we know you're good for it."), and arrives at Camp Half-Blood just after midnight.

His entrance is much less spectacular than it was originally, but no less startling for all Mr D is the only one awake to see it, for the moment Percy crosses the ward lines the magic begins to recognize him as the future Camp Director - which in turn startles Dionysus just enough that he doesn't immediately smite Percy when he practically throws himself at the god and starts going on about how pleased he is to see him.

The truth comes out in fits and starts, with Percy's exhaustion (and Dionysus' gifts) being the only thing keeping him from another panic attack. His story boils down to this:

Percy has always been a powerful demigod, perhaps the most powerful child of his father ever to be born to a mortal. His actions from his first quest onward only pushed him closer to the brink of immortality. Divinity did not come until several months after the events of ToA, when a camper had jokingly raised a glass to Perseus Jackson, Trainer of Heroes, which was all that was needed to push him over that final precipice.

As Lord Perseus, he was from the onset more powerful than most minor gods, his domains being the eclectic mix of Heroes, Natural Disasters, and Misery - the first earning him the permanent position of Director of Camp Half-Blood and Patron of Camp Jupiter, the second keeping him quite busy in an era of climate change, and the last having been unwittingly stolen years before from Akhlys in Tartarus. It is this power that causes Zeus to become even more paranoid.

-which is saying something, as his paranoia had already skyrocketed to new and greater heights after Apollo returned improved from the events of ToA.

It grows worse over the better part of the next century, with the Titan War, Giant War, Triumvirate, and all that follows eventually disabusing the majority of the gods that Zeus will never be an effective ruler. Apollo leads a rebellion against his father - and would have succeeded, had not Zeus not managed to somehow push Apollo directly into Chaos as Apollo was preparing for his final blow, which has the unfortunate effect of the universe trying to unwrite one of the most important gods from the history of Western Civilization and undoes the fabric of reality in the process. Percy was watching it unravel before his eyes (desperately, desperately trying to weave it back together but it won't hold) when he suddenly found himself screaming 100 years in the past.

It is a fantastical story, but Dionysus has no choice to believe it.

("But why did you come to me? Why not your father?" Percy looks down, running a finger along the grain of of the wooden table, "We became friends in the future. Misery and alcohol, you know? One of the oldest pairings in the book." There's more, Dionysus can tell, but the boy is already flagging, unused to the weaknesses of his childish mortal body. It can wait.)

The events of canon proceed apace - or at least as much as they can when Percy shows up at camp almost two months early knowing more about the Greek and Roman pantheon than anyone who hasn't lived through it, with the attitude of a hero who's been through Tartarus and the power levels of a minor god burning him up from the inside. All while sneaking off in his spare time to 1) plot to stop the end of the world with Dionysus and 2) hang out with Dionysus, because he is one hundred twelve, thank you very much, and needs adult company every now and then, for all he’s missed his long dead friends.

I actually have no idea how the events of the books themselves would play out - Percy has neither the patience or the ability to let everything play out exactly as before, but the major beats of PJO still take place, with Percy doing his best to undermine the arguments that drew so many to Kronos as he can while still mortal. (Advocating for cabins for minor gods and/or undetermined, or combined housing with temples. Gods being forced to claim their children when they arrive at camp, etc.)

Perhaps Kronos tries harder to sway Percy to his side once he sees how strong a demigod he is, showing his hand too soon and causing the Titan War to be an all out war from the start of TTC until the Battle of Manhattan? Percy is more than just a child solider - he is a seasoned teenage general, directing battles, saving many with is experience but still loosing too many; a one-man army who eventually ascends on his sixteenth birthday, Luke's misery as he kills himself being the last push Percy needs to reclaim his divinity and his domains.

Gaining his godhood early allows Percy to temper the events of HOO and TOA (the Giant War still happens, but a generation later with a different set of demigods, and allows Zeus to redeem himself somewhat by being an effective war leader; Apollo never becomes mortal but the Triumvirate is destroyed a generation after that), if not prevent them. Though a part of him will always long for his mortality, it was never in the cards. It was either godhood or an early death, and Percy would rather spend an eternity protecting demigods and giving them the training they need to protect themselves than the alternative.

And so that's what Percy Jackson does, because that's what he's always done: accept as much misery for himself to make the lives of those he loves as misery-free as possible.

Bonuses include:

No hint of Percy/Annabeth in the new timeline, with the pair in the original having broken up shortly before Percy's ascension, having realize their codependency was not healthy, nor was it actually romantic love. From 100 years on, Percy is critical of his first relationship, but still counts Annabeth as one of his best friends, even if they're not as close in this timeline.

Although never widely disseminated, several individuals come to learn of Percy's trip through time and the circumstances that lead to it. (Poseidon, Sally, Thalia). A few others suspect Percy has some level of prophetic gift to go along with his other powers. But for the most part no one has any idea Percy is anything other than a powerful demigod with some really bad luck; and

It eventually coming out that Percy and Dionysus had a thing in the future, with Percy over the course of 100 years coming to like, respect, and eventually love the God of Wine. Percy is absolutely convinced it was entirely one-sided, their thing only adding up to a few drunken fucks between friends (because that's what Dionysus does with his friends), but Dionysus after he learns of it not being so sure (because it's really not what he does with friends and hasn't been for millennia). Whatever the case, it is exceptionally awkward when it comes out, especially as Percy's only physically 14 at the time, and attempting to resolve this awkwardness is how Thalia ends up learning about the time travel.

Extra bonus points if Percy and Ariadne were decent friends in the original timeline, become decent friends again in the new one, and settle into a polyamorous relationship with Dionysus (after Percy is deified and comes of age) that has Hera spitting teeth for decades.

And that is far, far more than I'd ever thought I'd have, but I think this plot bun somehow merged with a thread of an idea for a Dionysus-positive fic that's been tickling at me for years now. As always, feel free to adopt, just link back if you do anything with it.

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