#luke riordian

[cativiascorner]

In favor of Cate’s gloves:

Before I get into posting about a character’s arc that was really personal for me, I’d like to take a moment to be a fan of Cate Dunlap’s ranging collection of gloves.

Warning, EP 3 spoilers below:

I’m certain we’re gonna see more but I was able to spot out 4 different pairs already! Her sleeping ones are my favorite. They’re so delicate and pretty! It’s also a good display of the accidental chaos she could cause, touching someone while dreaming. Her care for her power shows and in episode 3, we find out why and it’s heartbreaking. She sent off her little brother into the woods on accident while on a camping trip, never to return. It was the first time her powers appeared she had no way of knowing. The awareness of her range of power is very real and I’m a big fan of how Gen V is going so far. She’s tied my favorite character next to my beloved Jordan Li. For now, enjoy the other best shots I could snag of each glove :) ps: The one in the shot with Luke, they’re the ONLY shot I could get a still image of those in. Very very brief shot. But they’re 100% different than her lighter, ornate leather gloves we see later.

[yurimoons]

it’s actually so cruel that clarisse gets blamed for everything when all she wanted to do was be a good daughter for her father and make him proud, all the while ares couldn’t have cared about her any less :/

[wtfwriter]

I Promise - Clarisse La Rue x F!Reader

Reader Age: 16-17

Reader Godly Parent: Poseidon

Synopsis: Reader has just returned from the Labyrinth onto a battlefield. In an adaptation of the Battle of the Labyrinth, the Reader is faced with their own internal battle and wonders if keeping their relationship with Clarisse a secret is truly worth it, as well as facing the realities of war and its implications for their little brother.

Word Count: 3197 (I had thoughts and suddenly there were words on a google document. I had nothing to do with this.)

Preface:

Some of the lines and dialogue are written directly or slightly changed lines from Rick Riordian’s novel “Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Battle of the Labyrinth.” Not all of this story is originally from me. Majority of these events happen in the order that they occur in the book with some minor tweaks

Also don’t ask me how the prophecy works here okay. I just think Percy deserves a big sister idk

I'm not 100% sure what age Clarisse is in this book, but google says she's about 16-17, so keep that in mind

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Even if pegasi are like neutral territory between Zeus and Poseidon, I never would fully relax while flying on the back of one. I held on tightly to my pegasus the entire time, muttering apologies for my grip to her the whole time. It’s alright, boss, she told me. If you could just let up on my skin, that would be great. 

Once we landed in Camp Half-Blood, I dismounted, petting my pegasus’ snout and apologizing again until she turned with the rest of her friends back towards the stables. Once I turned towards everyone else, Percy seemed to have already shared our story with Chiron and Silenus was arguing with Grover about Pan.

I didn’t pay much attention to this. Not because I didn’t care, but because the lines of half-bloods around Zeus’ fist caught my eye first. I watched as every single half-blood seemed to fall into place, with the Hephaestus cabin maintaining their traps, Apollo and Hermes’ cabins ready with bows in the trees, and Aphrodite kids running around combing people’s hair and straightening their armor.

What I was truly looking for, however, was the Ares cabin, which I found exactly where I knew they would be: the front lines. I surveyed for the girl I had been aching to see since I had left camp, a time that seemed much longer than it probably was. My eyes eventually found her, barking orders at her siblings.

I watched Clarisse move across the lines, prepared for battle and preparing those that stood with her. My eyes moved wherever she moved, never letting up, as if they were people who had finally gotten their first sip of water after years in a desert. I was so focused on her movements, I barely noticed when she finally looked at me.

I wondered if anyone else was following her line of sight, or mine. I wondered if we held the same expressions on our faces. I wondered if anyone could figure out what we were saying.

I love you. I’m sorry we can’t talk right now. Not with what’s happening. Not with this many people around. I will find you after all of this is over.

I promise.

We nodded at each other, faces determined, before we both turned back to our respective duties. I watched as each of my friends dispersed to do what they had to: Annabeth with her siblings, Tyson with the Hephaestus kids, and Grover went over to Juniper.

“Both of you, stay with me,” Chiron spoke. “I want you to wait so we know what we are dealing with. You must go where we need reinforcements.”

Percy and I nodded at him. “I saw Kronos,” Percy suddenly said. “It was Luke.. but he wasn’t…”

“He had golden eyes, yes? To merge with a mortal body would be… arduous. I’m not sure how he could have merged with Luke’s form without it burning into ash,” Chiron wondered aloud.

I chimed in, “Kronos said he had prepared the body.”

“I fear what that can mean. Perhaps it will limit his power, being in a mortal form.”

“Chiron,” Percy’s voice was laced with worry. “What if Kronos is leading this attack?”

“He is not,” Chiron replied, incredibly sure. “I would sense if he was drawing near. I believe you have… inconvenienced him when you two pulled his throne room on top of him.” He paused. “You two and your friend Nico, son of Hades.”

Percy looked down at the ground as I spoke. “We know we should’ve told you. It’s just—”

“I understand why you did not tell me. You felt responsible. You sought to protect him. However, if we are to survive this, we must be able to trust each other. We must —”

Chiron was cut off by the sudden wavering of the Earth. I heard Clarisse yell, “Lock shields!”

Then the Titan Army was upon us.

At first, all I saw was the Laistrygonians. Beckendorf yelled orders to fire the catapults, one of which fired a boulder that took one of them down. Arrows flew through the air. Campers gathered to bring down the remaining giants. I watched as Clarisse yelled even more orders.

Just when it seemed we were winning, another wave came out of the Labyrinth, this time of dracaenae. They were completely covered with battle armor, carrying nets and spears. I watched as some fell into traps while others were battling with campers. I looked for Clarisse again, finding her in a locked fight with one of the reptilian women.

I thought about how unfair this all was. How we were all just kids. How we were forced into this war. How all of this hate and pain was caused by hunger for power. 

I thought about how badly I wanted to take Percy away from all of this. How every day I wanted to get him away from his prophecy. How I wanted more than anything for him to be a little kid again.

I thought about how much I wanted to do with Clarisse. How beautiful she was. How she never failed to be the person I could always return to. How she promised me the world and I promised her the universe and it was still less than the both of us deserved.

I thought about how different my life could be if we were brave enough to change it. Maybe being a half-blood wasn’t something we wanted or something we could change. But, we didn’t need to be hiding anymore. It all seemed so stupid now, in the face of life and death,

Suddenly, a hellhound burst out of the opening and Chiron was yelling. “GO!”

Percy and I ran towards the hellhound. All I could see was horrifically clear images in the midst of a blur. Past friends and siblings fighting on opposing sides. Monsters disintegrating whilst others yelled triumphantly. I watched as Nico summoned a dozen undead warriors in various army attire before crumbling to the floor.

“Nico!” I yelled.

“Go! I’ll get the hellhound. You make sure he’s okay!” Percy yelled, running off as I slowed down. I pivoted to Nico, getting on my knees beside him.

“You okay?” I yelled over the commotion of battle.

“Yeah…” he panted. “Go, there’s more of them. You need to help.”

I looked up and got my first full look at everything that was happening. At the gruesome sights of battle. I watched as campers defended their home, the one place they were meant to be safe. I nodded to Nico before getting up.

I almost started to run back where Percy had gone when I heard Grover. He and Juniper were desperately trying to stop a fire that was getting dangerously close to Juniper’s tree. I rushed over, seeing Percy do the same.

I wasn’t sure what to do and by the look on his face, Percy didn’t either. The closest water source was nearly half a mile away, and we didn’t have petrified seashells here. All we could do was concentrate, praying to Poseidon, until I felt a pull in my gut. Suddenly, a wall of water appeared through the trees, dousing the fire. I sighed in relief, glad at least one crisis was averted.

Suddenly, a screech filled the air, followed by the sound of loud flapping wings. Kampê shot into the sky from the labyrinth entrance. Her right hand carried Ariadne’s string until her belt of animal heads rotated to the lion. She stuck the string into the lion’s maw. Safe keeping, I suppose.

Kampê drew her twin swords, which seemed to be dripping with poison. Chiron sent an arrow through the sky towards her, which she sensed as she moved at the last moment. Campers started to run away in fear.

“No! Stay and fight!” Tyson yelled, before being promptly slammed to the ground by a hellhound. They went rolling away.

Kampê landed on the Athena tent and Percy and I ran after her. Annabeth appeared on Percy’s side.

“This might be it,” she said.

“Could be,” Percy replied.

“Okay… morbid,” I muttered under my breath, but neither of them seemed to hear me, or acted like they didn’t.

“Nice fighting with you, seaweed brain.”

“Ditto.”

We all rushed towards Kampê, who lashed at us with her swords. My eyes burned from the poison lacing the blades. My lungs couldn’t seem to fully fill with air.

“We need help!” I yelled.

But there was no one to help. Either each half-blood was locked in their own fight or was too afraid to move towards us.

“Now!” Annabeth yelled, and all three of us rushed in at different angles. But it wasn’t enough. Kampê’s belt of animals snapped at me and I went back trying to not get bitten. 

Suddenly, I was on my back, ears ringing and head spinning. I couldn’t breathe due to a heavy weight. I opened my eyes to see Kampê’s leg on my chest, Percy pinned under the other, and Annabeth thrown off to the side, dazed and not getting up. Kampê raised her sword and I realized this was it. I prayed that Percy would get a fair judgement from the council in the Underworld, that they hadn’t all been bought out by Kronos.

Suddenly, a whirl of black pounced onto Kampê, throwing her off of us and I gasped for air.

“Good girl!” Daedalus called after her. I turned my head and watched as he slashed down monsters, followed closely behind by a friendly face… and many hands.

“Briares!” Tyson called excitedly.

“Hail, little brother!” Briares bellowed back. “Stand firm!”

Briares took up a boulder in nearly each hand, throwing them at Kampê, piling them around her. She was encased within her own makeshift monument taller than Zeus’ fist. By the time he was done, the only evidence that there was an ancient monster inside was from the twin swords still poking out between the stones.

The rocks shifted slightly, slotting into place.

Before I could celebrate that victory, I heard commotion over to the side. I turned just in time to watch Chiron get knocked down from his hind legs, laying on his side. I tried my best to get up, ignoring the ache in my chest from Kampê’s attack. 

As suddenly as I had gotten up to start running towards Chiron, I was back on my knees, covering my ears. The shrill sound seemed to come out of nowhere until I looked over at Grover. His mouth open wide, he seemed to have infinite lung capacity as the sound continued.

The enemies seemed to think better than to stick around after that. I watched dracaenae put down their weapons and sprint towards the labyrinth entrance. I watch laestrygonians rush towards the entrance right after them. More and more of the armies retreated until eventually they all seemed to have gone back underground.

Once the screeching had stopped, the sudden stillness in the air was agonizing. All I could hear was my own breathing as I heaved, still trying to recover from the previous heaviness crushing my lungs. I eventually pushed myself up and grabbed one of Annabeth’s arms with Percy.

I ran with the other two over to Chiron and kneeled in front of him.

“Are you alright? What can I do?”

“Nothing. This is embarrassing,” Chiron chuckled. “Thankfully, we don’t shoot centaurs with broken legs. I’ll be alright eventually.”

“Let me get someone from the medic tent,” Annabeth rushed, already standing up before Chiron stopped her.

“No need, Annabeth. There are far more severe injuries.”

“Guys!” I whipped my head to look for the source of the voice. “Come quick! It’s Nico.”

I shot up, running over to the black heap on the floor. I’d forgotten about him after the intense battle. Dammit.

I got down next to him, looking at his sweaty face. I grabbed his ice cold hands for a pulse.

“He needs nectar! Quickly!” Percy yelled. One of the Ares campers quickly came over with the bottle as I propped Nico up as best as I could onto my knee. Percy dribbled some of the liquid into his mouth. I let out a sigh of relief as he stirred.

“Gods, Nico. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

The boy coughed slightly before nodding. “Never tried to summon so many at once before. I’ll be okay.” He turned his head to look beside me. “Daedalus.”

I looked over at the man as Mrs. O’Leary loomed behind him, licking his wounds that were leaking oil. Freaky.

Percy and Daedalus spoke as I tried to convince Nico to rest for a moment. Of course, he refused. I shook my head at him. “One day, you'll have to stop being so stubborn,” I told him.

He rolled his eyes, but smiled slightly. “Bianca would say the same thing. I’ll stop when it doesn’t work for me anymore.”

“But Daedalus,” Percy said. “Even without the string, Kronos’ army still has a way into camp.”

“You’re right,” Daedalus sighed. “As long as the Labyrinth is here, your enemies can use it. And so, the labyrinth can no longer continue.”

Annabeth stepped forward. “But, you said the Labyrinth was connected to you. If the labyrinth’s gone –”

“Yes, Annabeth. I too will be gone. And so, I have a present for you.”

Daedalus removed his satchel from his back and pulled out his laptop, engraved with a greek delta, and handed it to Annabeth. “That holds several designs of mine. Some unfinished, some I think you’ll find interesting, others I felt could never be in the mortal world. I'm positive you will find some things useful there.”

Annabeth was speechless. “This… This is priceless. And you’re just giving this to me?”

“It is less than you deserve. Less than I should do to atone for my mistakes.”

As Daedalus spoke of his time coming to an end and accepting whatever punishment he will be given from his judgment in the Underworld, I came to realize just how small we all are. Just how little we are meant to live. How many regrets we still have over such little time.

I looked around at all of the half-bloods scattered around. I saw some over at the medical tent, others scattered just hugging their friends and siblings, some sitting by the ones we lost who had been covered by thin fabrics.

I questioned my own mortality, and Percy’s. We weren’t meant to live forever. We were never going to. But with the little amount of time we both had, how many regrets would we hold with us?

I thought of Clarisse. I thought of how I hadn’t gone up to her before the battle. How I’d always regret that. I thought of how we both decided to keep our relationship a secret. How that was something I didn’t want to do anymore if it meant having to live with regrets. I thought about how I hadn’t seen her since I had joined the battle.

I looked back at the scene before me as Nico pulled out his sword and stepped before Daedalus. After being zoned out for a second, it freaked me out, until I realized Nico wasn’t raising it.

“Your time has long since come. Be released and rest.”

The relief in Daedalus’ eyes was freeing for us all. Knowing that he was truly ready brought us all some consolation. We watched as his body turned to dust.

I took Percy’s hand in mine and gave him a small smile. “I know there’s a lot to do, but there's something I have to do first.”

Percy nodded. “I know,” he said, and for some odd reason, I knew that he fully did, even though he didn’t say it. I looked down as he continued to speak. “You really didn’t have to hide it from me, you know? I was a bit upset about it at first but I think I was more… sad that you felt you couldn’t tell me.”

I looked back into his eyes and breathed out through my nose, smiling softly. “I just didn’t want you to hate me for this. More than just the ‘Clarisse’ part.”

“Oh, well, that part I might hold a bit of a grudge about,” he smiled at me in a way that told me he was joking. “But otherwise, all I care about is that you’re happy.”

We smiled at each other before Percy suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist. It felt like he was just a little kid again, like he was just my little brother, nothing more. It felt like we suddenly weren’t in the middle of a battlefield and there was an ancient monster buried in rubble just a few feet over. It felt like I was back home. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

“I will kill her if she makes you cry.”

We laughed harder than we should have.

He pulls away first, telling me to “get my girl.” I don’t even think twice before turning and starting to run through the battlefield.

I frantically looked around for Clarisse, hoping and praying to every single god that she was okay. I was so frantic that I nearly missed her over by the Ares station, seeming to be ignoring something her brother was saying in favor of looking out at all of the other half-bloods.

I didn’t even think before my feet were moving. Clarisse started to walk around, looking for something. It wasn’t until we made eye contact that I realized it was me she was looking for, when her eyes softened in the way they always seemed to whenever she looked at me, like she was letting go of the anger embedded within her skin and cooling off just a bit.

It didn’t matter to me that we were surrounded by people, and Clarisse made no complaints when my left hand cupped her cheek and my lips met hers. Her arms held my waist as my right arm circled around to hold the back of her neck. I could feel the sweat that was dripping down from the battle and the adrenaline that was just beginning to crash.

I didn’t realize she was crying until I tasted the saltiness. I withdrew slightly before pecking her lips once more. The thumb of my left hand moved to her cheek and under her eye to wipe the tears.

I didn’t realize I was crying until Clarisse’s left hand left my waist to wipe the tears on the right side of my face. We both laughed slightly, bringing our foreheads together and closing our eyes. I angled my head to kiss her one more time before hugging her properly. She buried her face into my neck and I laughed at how it tickled.

“Gods, we both smell horrible.”

“I know.”

We didn’t speak for a while, soaking up each other, but it still didn't feel like enough.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” she whispered.

“I’m glad you’re okay, too.”

It didn’t matter that everyone at camp could see us and Clarisse didn’t seem to mind it either. There were more important things than reputation right now.

[freddie-77-ao3]

🌛 for any Riordian trio?

🌛Favorite character in (insert fandom)

Okay, so I think you mean book by book (let me know if not and I can redo BUT FOR NOW)

TLT-- Annabeth by far. When I was reading the books for the first time as a kid who had ADHD and was always called dumb even when I was top of the class (also being called overboard) I absolutely loved her.

SOM-- Okay so I feel like even though Tyson, Annabeth, and Percy are the trio, Clarisse is also technically part of the trio? Anyway, it was Percy this time.

TTC-- Five main characters this time, and I absolutely have to say Thalia Grace. I loved her since TLT, and it only grew the more she was in the series and more we learned about her.

BOTL-- again, questing group sort of ended up with six people (I'm counting Annabeth, Percy, Tyson, Grover, and Nico) and I have to say Annabeth again.

TLO-- I feel like the main characters here are just Percy and Annabeth. I think Nico is the only third we could truly consider to be part of the trio. Anyway, in this one, I don't think I can choose. Both of them were equally as great. Overall in the book, I thought Michael Yew was great.

Minor sidequests in PJO series:

The one where we meet Festus: Beckendorf, out of Beckendorf, Silena, Annabeth, and Percy.

The Sword of Hades: Nico, out of Nico, Thalia, and Percy.

The Chariot of Ares one: Clarisse, though it's just Clarisse and Percy there.

the pre series Luke one: Thalia. (Main three were Thalia, Luke, and Hal)

In Heroes of Olympus:

TLH: Jason, from Jason, Leo, and Piper.

SON: Probably Frank out of Hazel, Percy, and Frank. I definitely thought his narration was the best (though I do love all the classic Percy comments in his narration).

MoA: I'm just going to use the seven for this, and in this book, I think it's probably Leo. He wasn't nice and he made mistakes, but he had a good narrative and no one else really stood out there. (Except for the Tartarus scene in which Percy is the obvious GOAT).

HOH: Using the 7 and Nico: Frank again.

BOO: From between the 7 + Nico and Reyna, it's gotta be Jason or Leo.

Gonna be honest I don't remember enough from ToA to say right now. Haven't read SATS or COTG. I liked Sadie and Carter pretty equally in TKC and MCGA, I don't remember book by book.

[bugwolfsstuff]

Alright i've met Loki again in the book, and this time he has been named and eating poptarts.

I am still not retracting my statement. Loki is a fucking delight and i love how he's attempting to teach Magnus how to pronounce....Odin's throne that i am not gonna spell.

I would have a poptart if Loki offered! And I don't even like Poptarts

Huh i find it interesting how his smile fades when Samirah getting kicked out and he compliments her.

Also is it just me or does the tone of the scene shift slightly here? Loki gets slightly less jokey. He gets into explaining whats going on.

The only thing that i really care about on this page is this line:

"Yes, but that was the gods' choice, not mine."

There's an emphasis on the gods for that part and i know that Loki is apparently the big bad in this series (god dam it Rick, you did this with Gaia, stop villanising gods that could be really good symphathetic characters) but that line makes me think.

Does he —or did he, like at this point i feel like they have it coming— not want to kill the gods? Was it a self fufilling prophecy like i think in the actual mythos?

One part of me is hopeful he ends up like Luke in Pjo and is a...slightly sympathetic villain who you could understand his motives but not excuse the actions (well i can excuse Loki wanting to kill these gods)

But on one hand its Rick Riordian.

Gods i hope they address just what—or more who the ropes/chains are made of.

Also again Loki is giving him a choice here? Seriously how is that dude evil? Loki has genuine reasons that he'd want Ragnorok to come because in Ragnorok most if not all of his children are free (except Nafi/Nari, it seems him and Loki are very close right now lol)

Also SAM'S MOM!

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And skip to page 192 with my girl Sam and Blitz and Hearth.

Also i kinda wanna know what jokes people tell her about that lol

I am on page 192 currently so we shall see if my thoughts on Loki will persist by the end of this book.

[briarlovesclara]

so I was doing some math (bad idea) because I was wondering how many campers have been in Camp Half-Blood, specifically wondering how many Chiron has seen come, be trained, and then die. Here's my numbers:

Riordian Wiki says CHB has been around for about 3,000 years. Now, a lot of these numbers are washy, but we're going to assume this is the case. The same wiki posits that halfbloods often don't live past their twenties, and most die as teenagers. For this, I'm going to be generous.

Let's say that exactly every 20 years, a new camper comes to CHB at age 0 and lives until age 20. At that rate, Chiron would have mentored 150 campers over the last 3,000 years (3000/20 = 150). Already a tragic number.

But there isn't just one camper at CHB. These are where the numbers get really rough-- I couldn't find any source about the number of campers when Percy arrives in TLT, so I found the number post-Luke's betrayal estimated at around 75. This is said to be much lower than usual for several reasons, but I'm going to lowball and say there's about 100 campers at a time (again, probably many more).

Now the math is up to 15,000 campers. Fifteen thousand!

This is, somehow, probably still a very low estimate. This is assuming campers spend all 20 years at camp, they all live to be 20, and the rate of campers stays roughly the same over time. If we work with halfbloods being discovered at 13 and dying at 18, for example, that's SIXTY THOUSAND, four times our lowball amount. Even ages 10 to 20 gives us thirty thousand.

That's roughly a low of 15,000 campers and a high of 60,000 that Chiron has seen die! It's a wonder the man is still sane!

[verglasnightshade]

Along with age appropriate cast, proper representation, script which does justice to the novel series I desperately hope we get beautiful music like some other world famous franchises. (for eg. Lord of the Rings)

Just imagine Percy and Annabeth having a love theme like 'Across the Stars' by John Williams (I'd be sobbing my eyes out) or the Manhattan War having an exhilarating theme like 'Avengers' by Alan Silvestri or 'Duel of the Fates' or 'The Quidditch Match'

Foreshadowing Luke's betrayal with notes of his dark theme like they foreshadowed Anakin Skywalker's turn by playing few subtle notes of the 'Imperial March' in some scenes. Kronos having a scary ass Voldemort-esque theme.

I so bloody hope something like this happenssss

[titaniasthings]

Rick Riordian has honestly surprised me over the past couple of years … however that won’t stop me from tearing him up.

Over my many rereads of the riordianverse, i’ve come to a conclusion on how the books are so well received.

1. Rick is really good at stringing together themes and narratives. The way he’s able to convey larger issues in his writing is very special and a reason why these books are long-lasting. There’s always something to think about. The way he portrays the oppression of children in these mythical settings that mirror our own allows for children and adults of may read the books to digest the ideas in a non-confrontational way. He also deals with topics like child abuse, war, and neglect really well. The special emphasis that rick puts on children in his stories and how adults fail them makes pjo one of a kind in my opinion.

2. Rick got really good at writing certain characters. Percy Jackson is probably the most widely beloved character to exist. I’ve never met a person who’s read pjo and not absolutely fallen in love with Percy. That is all due to Rick great writing of Percy. He’s lovable, dynamic, flawed, and so damn precious. Along with Sally (World’s Best Mother) Jackson, Nico (Everyone’s Favorite Emo) di angelo, and even Luke (the devilishly handsome and traumatized) castellan, rick’s ability to write these interesting and complex characters that near everyone can relate to. Hell! Annabeth who is arguably the most discoursed about character in the fandom is indisputably top ten girls in children’s media.

Now all of this is great and reasons why you and I love the Riordianverse but that shouldn’t stop us from recognizing where rick falls short and how the screen adaptations and be fixed.

1. I am not the first to say how bad rick’s world building is. It was barely good enough for 8yo me. It’s almost embarrassing how much rick has either forgotten or changed. Even more embarrassing how much of it is incredibly problematic. Like integrating the myths with history. Making Camp Jupiter Confederates, making H*tler a demigod, and ignoring the real life consequences that stem from these conflicts and making it seems like it’s just gods being silly at best horribly offensive. Im just gonna list the way ricks world building is 💩

Trying to make annabeth face misogyny due to her hair color while having a whole cabin of people who look just like her while also being the smartest.

Then making all children of Aphrodite seem dumb because they’re good looking

god’s don’t have DNA yet somehow all share physical traits with their children.

giving almost every kid of the seven powers even though earlier there was a whole camp of kids who didn’t have them

Camp Jupiter and New Rome as a whole

Time as a whole

The hunters are not just a place you put possible lesbians, rick

omg how the hell does the mist work

and so much more

It’s so frustrating cuz obviously rick wants to be flexible with his characters stories but like some structure would be great dude. It almost just takes away from characterization sometimes ( i could get into plot armored Percy but thats for another post(Justice for Jason and Hazel)). In conclusion, the show needs someone to definitively write down some rules and don’t break them!

[manyofnine]

Do you guys know how much Percy Jackson helped me? It was a book i found on the floor, buried under clothes and dust in the room of my then best friend. (God bless her i still love her with all my heart)

I read the first three chapters late at night, in her room only the street lamp outside to guide me over the words. I was 12/13 at that time. And it was wonderful.

I was struggling with undiagnosed ADD, had met the person who calls himself my father 3 times so far and for the first time stuff made sense. There he was, a boy. Who struggled with the exact same issues as i did.

Later i got the first three books as a bday gift from my godaunt and the pricetags she put tiny dolphin stickers over (my fav animal at the time) and then i met Percy and Annabeth and Luke again. And oh did i love Grover, and Nico and Bianca and Thalia...

You guys don't realise how good it feels to see part of yourself in characters like Clarisse and then she doesn't get a stamp named "evil" on her forehead. No, she fought on and earned respect and had a wonderful best friend and she fell in love and she is worthy even if she is mean sometimes, even if she isn't well liked.

When i learned about the Hunters of Artemis, i wanted to join them. My Asexuality was so much easier to understand and explain. While my friends teased me about being a bacteria, i wrote poems about the moon... It was good. It helped.

I got obsessed with Nico di Angelo as everyone in this fandom did. And i wrote so many fanfictions about Me, getting possesed by Bianca and being overwhelmed by having to care for him while fighting for my own identity with a girl who resides in my body.

And if that isn't a good allegory for my live and all the people i call siblings then i don't know what is...

I followed Percy, as he got older and stronger and i got older and stronger. Every year at the book fair i bought the new Riordian books and The Kane Chronicles and Heroes of Olympus were so fucking amazing guys...

Sadie and Carter and Jason and Piper and Leo... I still remember how i first read the first heroes of Olympus book and after the first chapter wanted to write a scathing review on ff.net until i realised that this was in fact writen by Riordian. And then i started it again, in a new light, expecting to hate those new characters but ultimately ending up being intensely invested...

And can you imagine my delight when i finally read the Magnus Chase books?

I saw myself scattered in parts all over the worlds of the books. And finally, i see a character who is... Even more like me?

In every single character Riordian ever made i see parts of myself. No matter if they are villains or heroes... But every part of me is represented. And do you know how wonderful it is to see myself as something else than the villain??

Do you know how weird it is that in almost every other media the people i identify the most with, that i share the most with in experiences... Are the bad ones?

I actively search out the villains of a franchise because either i relate to them or nobody. But in Rick Riordian's world i am a Hero.

Or i have the capability to be one.

Everywhere else it's "no wonder they ended up like they did, with a life like that... They had no other choice" but in Percy Jackson's world i have the choice.

Do you even fucking realise how important that is for a 12 year old person?