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antiloreolympus · 3 years

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3 Anti LO Asks

1. (partly from my comment, but I think it's worth sending you it like that as well)

I remember how a while back I saw someone recommending this comic. They were saying it was so romantic and progressive. Then I saw some critique, but I thought because it was fresh, maybe I could read the beginning. I mean, after all, it seemed to have a fan base. After reading the first few pages I had only one question: Who thought it was cute to begin with? I mean, the comic starts horribly filthy and Hades is such a creep. God, this makes me so angry.

Imagine reading this comic and having experience with trauma (the r*pe scene) and such creeps as Hades, it must be painful. Literally the only scene handled decently is when Persephone hides in her thoughts as Apollo does that to her. The story line itself is being used as a plot point which only comes up to make her and Hades closer. It's bullsh*t.

I'm writing myself and therefore I've done research on topics of trauma etc. Persephone wouldn't have went to Hades. She probably would have, if he was her close friend, but they've known each other for a too short time. He's a man and I know a lot of women who started avoiding men after such horrible incidents (which is totally understandable, so don't you think forcing them back into such acquaintances is a good idea). Also, her (and btw, Hades's) trauma is being forgotten about constantly. Back to Hades, we have numerous scenes with the creepy oversexualization of youth, or even teenage youth (Persephone being almost fully naked and wearing revealing clothing she doesn't even chose herself).

This comic was horribly problematic from the beginning, I wish people could have seen it right away.

2. Why IS it called Lore Olympus anyway? Punderworld makes sense, because it's taking place mostly in the Underworld and is more light hearted and fun. HxP Ficlets, I assume, is named such because they're little short bite sized stories dealing with Hades and Persephone. Queen of the Dead, well, that's obviously going to be centered on Persephone as a character. Lore Olympus, though? Lore is defined as, like, the collected information of everything that's known about a fictional world (history, culture, important figures and events etc), right? And Olympus is a location in the comic... but the main bulk of the comic is spent in the Underworld Corp and not much has happened to establish lore aside from snippets like the stuff with Kronos, Ares, Hera, Persephone's rampage (haven't gotten there myself but I know it's coming) and the tour of the Underworld (to which I *will* give some props in them remembering that the River Acheron exists and what happens to souls who can't cross, that's actually accurate IIRC?).

3. maybe that school anon is right, but I do find it suspicious how apparently HxP just happens to have this modern and feminist version of the myth that aligns perfectly with what modern readers what and support and yet no one ever actually says who or where this supposed version is from, they just go quiet as soon as someone (or multiple people) ask to see this proof. Are we to believe that for thousands of years, even predating Hesiod and Homer in the 800s BC, that this version was lost to time until some random tumblr kid found it in the mid 2010s? Because even going through actual published literature, the only times “Persephone went willingly/hades isn’t bad” are published are not from classics academics or Greeks passing down their stories, it was (white) women in America who just wanted to tell a sanitized version of mythology to their daughters and that they just made it up. I wish there was a nice, non-assault having version of the myth too, but it’s disingenuous to claim this perfect version exists and never actually showing the proof. Just because it feels good to imagine if doesn’t mean it actually exists.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lo critical #lore olympus critical

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mrfandomwars · 5 years

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If YJ (only using season 1 and a bit from season 2 because season 1 is my favourite season) was in the same universe as pjo(tlo) (based of a few post that I saw):

Wally would be a child of Hermes, legacy of Athena via his mother ( who once had to take care of a sick child of Iris that accidentally changed her hair and eye color)

Zatanna would be a daughter of Hecate

Kaldur would totally be friends with Percy

(“Stop calling me Lord! It makes me feel old!”“Of course mi Lord.”“UGH!”)

Green Arrow is actually one of Apollo’s kids, though Wonder Woman though that he was the legacy of Apollo

The camp doesn’t know anything about what happens outside of the borders in relation of Oliver, Zatanna and Wally

Actually Oliver stopped coming to the camp after he returned from the Isle

(Which by the way was covered with monsters and a barrier that stopped any prayers and sacrifices* from getting out)

*He tried to give when he was outside but it would seem weird why he was doing it

He thought that it would be too dangerous to go to the camp when all the cameras were on him, and later on he couldn’t find time to go visit or call the camp

With all the technology around him, he kind of attracts monsters

A Lot

And I mean a Lot

So he couldn’t contact the camp at all.

The camp and Gods actually thinks that the Oliver Queen they see/hear about his actually a monster impersonating the original and try to punish him

(which confuses tf out of Oliver, because he doesn’t understand why his aunt Artemis, Uncle Hermes, Uncle P, Gramps seem to hate him so much, he theorized that it is because he doesn’t call or make sacrifices anymore or why there are sundely kids sending out letters to him saying that he is a fake)

That’s also other reason why demigods didn’t use Queen tech

He was ecstatic when he learned that Wally was an Half-Blood

It’s actually funny how he discovered about it

Barry had asked him if he could go and get Wally (Rudy had suffered an accident and Mary had to go to the hospital (actual reason why Wally was going to Gotham)),( Barry, Iris and Bruce were occupied with work and Alfred was on a vacation so they couldn’t take him) and bring him to Gotham so he could spend the night with Dick a few months after Wally gained his powers

And when Wally got out of house he was wearing the CHB shirt

It actually scared Wally a bit when out of nowhere Oliver asked who his godly parent was.

They had to stop it short when they arrived at Wayne Manor

But from then on, Oliver was often invited to the West House for dinner a lot

Which kind of confused the people who knew KF secret ID, but they used the cover that Mary and him went to the same summer camp.

Ironically, Wally didn’t discover why the camp seemed to hate Oliver and his tech (which he got as presents) until after the Battle of Manhattan.

Okay, I’m talking to much about Oliver

Wally discovered that his Father wasn’t actually his father when he was attacked by his school teacher when he was six

So he was taken to CHB and remained unclaimed for a week because apparently the internet was having a war about which ship was cuter between Bruce WaynexSuperman and Clark KentxBatman.

The Athena cabin as a joke tell Wally because his mother is their half-sister he as to call them Aunt/Uncle

He actually does that sometimes when he is angry with someone from the cabin 6

He and Annabeth are best friends

Annabeth kind of considers him her little brother even though they have two year of difference

Wally used to look up to Luke until it was revealed that he was working with Kronos

He lost a lot of the tech that he got from Oliver (his Uncle Ollie) that ‘somehow’ stopped working or got damaged or ‘mysteriously’ disappeared

So he stopped bringing them to CHB

Mary was one month pregnant with Wally when she broke up with Hermes, and two month pregnant when she meet Rudy

Mary married Rudy when Wally 1 and a half year old

Barry started dating Iris when Waly was two and married her when he was five

Barry thought until he discovered the truth that Rudy was Wally’s birth father and that he and Mary decided to marry later

Zatara sometimes brought Zatanna to the camp sometimes

Wally and Zatanna meet during one of those times

Hecate cried when she discovered that Nabu had taken Zatara as his host

(That event was a complete different matter, the Gods got worry sick (though they won’t admit it) when most of their kids disappeared)

Billy meet the Gods a week after getting his powers

The Gods were kind of shocked when they discovered that a kid was Captain Marvel

Reblog if you want to know what happens during the Battle Of Manhattan

#pjo #yj #yj/pjo au #pjo/yj au #au #percy jackon and the olympians #Young Justice #superbat

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ajoy3fanfics · 5 years

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A/N: I’m going to apologize for this upfront. I have NO idea what I was thinking as I wrote this. I just kept thinking about how Hades got a bad rep. He was so much more than the leader of the underworld- a position he did not even ask for. I was considering writing a piece solely on Hades and Persephone, but then of course my Inuyasha brain kicked into gear and here we are. This story is told from Rins (Persephone’s) point of view. It’s a take on her love story, one where she wasn’t kidnapped.

No one asked for an Inuyasha/Greek God mash up, but here it is.

ETA: This has been sitting in my unfinished work for so long. Lens drawings totally gave me the inspiration to get on this and finish it! I decided to make this a multi-part story :)

Also psted on FF

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Persephone

The legends say that I was kidnapped.

The story tellers still spin the tales of my abduction- if you could call what reallyhappened an abduction- their stories striking fear in the heart of mortals- a warning to all young women. Never set foot outside alone. Keep your wits about you. Be prepared for anything, even the ground swallowing you whole. If you don’t, if you are careless, you might end up like Persephone.

Humans and Gods, mortals and immortals alike pity me, pity the waste of my beauty in such a desolate place. How could someone so full of life be condemned to live below the Earths surface, where not even a ray of light breaks through? Persephone, bringer of spring, goddess of grain, Queen of the underworld. They have given me as many titles as they have names; it still surprises me that Rin, my true name, never stuck. Humans are like that though- they will cut away at bits that displease them, at parts that do not fit their stories. Details become less important than the message they are trying to weave.

If I had heard the stories the poets tell of me, I too would feel sadness for the poor young maiden. Forced to marry her captor, forced to spend the better part of her life hidden away, far from the comfort the living world of friends and family. Doomed to spend eternity locked in an unhappy union with the God of death himself.

Of course, my husband is not the God of death. He does not torture the poor souls that make their way here. No, those are jobs best left to someone else. My dear husband does not have that in him- he finds the details of mortals lives far too tedious. Legends, as they so often do, have gotten him completely wrong. An injustice- one he does not deserve. Had the bards knew him better, they could have never accused him of taking me against my will.

In truth, I met him long before he approached my father, respecting the old ways and asking for my hand. Proper. It’s not a word that people associate with my husband, the king of the underworld. Then again, there are many aspects of him that are simply overlooked.

No, I had not met him in the underworld when the Earth swallowed me whole. Instead, I had met him in an almost unremarkable way. How strange the story spinners got that part right.

I met him while picking flowers.

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It had been a splendid morning; the sun was high in the sky, warming the world and all those in it. There was a gentle breeze that with it carried the fragrance of wildflowers in the distance. It was the sort of day I loved; it made me want to run into the open fields, to feel the freedom I craved and go where the wind would scatter me. A fantasy, only that. My mother would never have allowed me to go off on my own, to act in such an unbecoming way. So, on days like this, I would settle on picking flowers.

I liked to do that- to capture bits of the spring that I could plant in places that nature did not bloom- in my room by the stone windows, in the kitchens as the servants cooked. I wanted to bring the beauty of spring inside where It did not belong.

“May I go out today, mother?” I tried my best to get her approval, doing my best to make my voice not sound desperate. Mother sheltered me, even in the best of times. I was her precious daughter- one that she found beautiful, powerful. Long before it was appropriate men would leer at me and without fail mother took notice. She did her best to keep me safe. And while I understood her reasoning- truly, I was lucky to have such a devoted mother- I also craved the freedom she denied me. I wanted time to be amongst my creations. “Please?” I added in for good measure, putting on my brightest smile.

She did not even so much as consider my request. “No, not today Rin. I have too much work to do to keep you company.” She brought a cup of water to her lips, taking a deep sip.

“You do not need to accompany me!” I quickly said. “I am old enough to go on my own.” My mother rolled her eyes. She did not think 16 was old enough for anything. “I just want to go down to the fields to see the flowers, maybe the river bank. Please?”

“Rin, could you not find-“

I leaned on the table, trying to plead with her once more. “Mother, its so nice out today! I cannot be kept locked up inside all day! I need fresh air, and- and- fresh flowers! Mother-“

“You do hear the ridiculousness of your request, right?” she said, raising a disapproving brow, “A goddess of spring complaining that she needs to go outin order to see flowers?”

“Please?” I ended my begging by sticking out my lower lip, looking every bit the part of a begging puppy. Mother threw up her hands in the air, utterly defeated.

“Fine!” She sighed, exasperated. “Take the attendants with you.” I expected that, she was always reluctant to let me go. I gave her a smile as I hugged her from behind.

“I will bring you a beautiful bouquet!” I said, “As thanks!” And with that, I took off before she could change her mind.

Mother was lovely; she was good for mankind, did humans a great deed as the Goddess of wheat. Mother was life itself. But she also had dreams for me, ones which I did not necessarily share. I often thought about how she would like to dictate my life, plan out every minute of it if she had her way. I was constantly torn between playing the part of the good daughter and wanting to rebel.

But when I felt the warm sun on my face, felt the cool breeze on my skin, my mother and her plans were the last thing on my mind. In that moment I was free. Kicking of my sandals I let my bare feet touch the grassy Earth, sprinting ahead, leaving my attendance to trail behind me.

I spent my day like that; basking in the sun, picking flowers and making crowns, frolicking by myself with people just far away enough to remind me that I wasn’t alone, not really. Sure, I had friends. But they were ones that mother approved of, and secretly, I wondered if they were spies for her, telling her little snippets of my feelings and whereabouts. I never felt completely alone, complete autonomous from her. My mother was a lovely woman, and my admiration for her is still strong to this day; but so much control can be stifling, leaving me gasping for freedom. Letting out a sigh, I sank down into the green meadow to relax, flowers beside me as the sun slowly began to lower. The day was winding down and soon mother would want me back in the nest.

That was the first time I saw him. A god on Earth, resting just across the river.

He looked every bit the divinity he was, his back against the dark brown trunk, a sharp contrast to his long silvery hair. Fair skin, so pale it looked porcelain and robes far more elegant than the richest mortal could hope to afford. He was resting, eyes closed, breathing even; I wondered how many people had seen him in this state, and suddenly became uncomfortable with a twinge of guilt, looking in on a private moment. I was struck by his beauty at once, but a handsome God was hardly a rarity. I had heard gossip of Ares and his build, of Hercules and Apollo. I counted Hermes as a personal friend, and he alone was enough to make women swoon. No, it wasn’t his hauntingly good looks that held my attention, but rather the expression on his face; he somehow looked completely at ease, but also supremely pained. It was not a look that showed easily, one had to truly search to find it. But as I stared, longer than anyone would deem polite, I found a deep loneliness, and it troubled me.

I wish I could say I was feeling bold when I made my small jumps on the slippery rocks, making way across the narrow stream, but I was far too intrigued to feel boldness or shame. I was focused on the supernatural entity before me. As I stepped onto the opposite grassy bank, he made no sign of acknowledgement that I was near. He still rested, head reclined at ease. I moved towards him in a crawl, still on my knees from when I raised myself out of the water . For a moment, I was sure that I would get close without him waking. I had no specific plan in mind, only that I needed to be near him; I was drawn and had no idea why.

“Do not come near.” He said, voice steady, eyes still closed. “Not if you value your life.”

The last part took me off guard, making me freeze on all fours, although there hardly seemed to be bite in his bark. Of course I valued my life; I felt ridiculous and ashamed, but unable to move forward or retreat. I was stuck. Biting my bottom lip, I debated what to do.

“S-Sorry.” I stammered, nervousness making my stomach drop. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“If you’re sorry, then leave.” He bit out, finally opening his amber eyes, piercing me in place. I couldn’t have move if Zeus himself commanded me. Never in my life had I seen a being more beautiful. True, I had lead a sheltered existence until this point, but I was sure I could travel the world twice over and still be awed by his magnificence.

In the days since, when my husband and I talked with fondness of our first encounter, we like to bicker over who was more stricken my whom. Was it I, a mere girl laying eyes upon a sleeping sin, or the God of the underworld, captivated by the look of me on all fours, black hair falling over my shoulder, pale pink dress falling off my shoulder? He even jokes that my flower chain of daises was a sign that I would soon be his wife, the spring crown upon my head.

I’ve heard the version where the Earth swallowed me whole, a fine symbolism for his great lust for me, eating the fair maiden alive. I’ve also heard the rather unsavory take of a kidnapping, an act anyone would reject if they knew my husband. Instead, at our first meeting, we stared each other down, a spark between us so strong it could light a fire. We would have stayed like that, spellbound in a trance, if my attendants were not calling for me. Looking over my shoulder I frowned, unhappy that this encounter was soon to be over. I needed to get back, but more than that, I wanted to know this stranger. He raised his finely arched brows, a silent signal that others were coming. I moved closer, a breath away from him. I could practically feel his body tense, as if being in close proximity to another was a foreign thing to him. Reaching up, I removed the flower crown and boldly placed it on his head.

“Cheer up.” I gave him a smile, toothy and genuine. The nymphs called once more and reluctantly, with a heavy sigh, I leaned back and turned to retreat, quickly jumping across the rocks, back towards the sprites that had lost track of me. Looking over my shoulder, I gave him one last long glance, a smile of wanting on my lips, before I cleared the area. My last look was a bewildered God, a chain of daisies around his silver crown.

No, the lord of the underworld did not kidnap as I picked flowers as the stories go. It was the day learned his true name that I found myself in the land of the dead.

#inuyasha #fanfic #Rin #olympus #inufanfic

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fantasyprojector-blog · 7 years

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The Best of Greek Mythology

Zeus: King of the Furies

It is common knowledge that if a white van pulls up to a curb where children are playing and the person driving the van offers them candy, that the children should not take the candy. That they should in fact, run and call the police. So with this in mind, picture this: instead of a white van it’s a white bull that smells like flowers and instead of children it’s a group of beautiful maidens picking flowers or some other bull shit pastime like that. Of course these maidens aren't as smart as your average child nowadays and went to go see this Chanel smelling bull. Here is where the proverbial candy comes into play, the bull lowers himself in front of Europa, who was the sexiest of the maidens to which she then climbs onto his back only to find SURPRISE BITCH! It’s the fuck boi, king of the gods himself, Zeus. Who then galivants off into the sea with her on his back in a successful maiden-napping to his home base Crete. To pass the time on their journey Zeus tells Europea of all the strong, powerful, male children she will bear for him. Sounds like a great time.

Aphrodite, Ares, Hephaestus: The classic love triangle

We've all seen the horrible teen angst filled romantic movies with a shy, courageous, beautiful female lead and her two love interests: the bad boy McHottie pants and the nerdy best friend. Well this is the OG love triangle. Aphrodite was married off to Hephaestus (against her will might I add). It was a train wreck marriage: they both slept around and were producing demigod offsprings left and right. Even though Hephaestus was whipping his dick out every chance he got, he still expected Aphrodite to be faithful. So after he found out that she was playing “hide the spear” with the God of War everything went to shit. Instead of handling the situation like a mature adult, Hephaestus decided to wait until the two lovers were involved in an intense round of twister and then capture them in a unbreakable net. After the two were captured Hephaestus invited all of the other gods and goddess to come witness this shameful act however, much to Hephaestus’s dismay, only the male gods showed up so they could get some new images for their mental spank bank.

The battle for Athens

“Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.” What is more embarrassing than see your ex in public? Losing a contest for a city to them. As Shakespeare so nicely put it, losing a city to them in a contest. Athena and Poseidon had an ancient grudge: they used to date and then Poseidon couldn't keep it in his pants, so Athena cursed his baby mama and it was one colossal mess of epic proportions. Any way onto the actual story. After Athena and Poseidon called it quits, this snake dude, who was the mayor of a small town in Greece decided to hold a contest for patronage of his city. Athena and Poseidon rose to this challenge to prove their worth. Poseidon gave the city a river but instead of a freshwater river, he gave them a saltwater river. While Athena gave the city a big ass olive tree. The people chose Athena as the patron and named their city Athens. So Poseidon, in the spirit of good sportsmanship cursed Athens to forever have water shortages. The dickhead.

Apollo’s Sexuality Apollo had many many lovers as he was a freewheeling bisexual but two of his most famous love stories are that of Daphne and Hyacinthus. Daphne was river nymph, whose sexual orientation leaned towards asexual aromantic side of the spectrum. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of Apollo, who then continuously tried to get into her toga. One day when Apollo got to close Daphne said, “Fuck it, turn me into a tree,” and thus she became a laurel tree, much to Apollo’s chagrin. On the other side of the sexuality color wheel, there was Hyacinthus, who was the ultimate closeted, “no homo” frat boy bro, who was everything a bisexual Sun God could ask for. After their bromance turned into romance, Hyacinthus managed to catch the eye of an uber gay twink Wind God, he soon became jealous of the bro-romance between Hyacinthus and Apollo, so he cursed a frisbee to kill the frat boy bro. So the next time the lovers went to play frisbee golf it got bloody. Distraught by the death of his love, Apollo fully realized his kink for flora and fauna and turned Hyacinthus into a flower.

Artemis and the peeping tom

Nothing is more deadly than a woman scorned who knows magic and wields a bow and arrow. This is a PSA for any men who think it’s okay to watch women change, shower, or do anything in a violating way. Artemis was just enjoying a lovely outdoor bath surrounded by nymphs, when she was realized she was being watched by a Brock Turner like fucker. So, instead of getting all upset, she decided to turn him into a stag, to which she the proceeded to shoot full of arrows while her hunting dogs attacked him. Seems perfectly reasonable to me.

Taken: Staring Demeter, the Goddess of Agriculture (and One Pissed off Mother)

What would you do if your child was stolen from you? Obviously you would throw all other duties to the side and and try to find your lost child. This is essentially what happened to Demeter. Hades fell in love with Persephone and then he decided to kidnap her ass the way down to hell or the underworld, whatever. Demeter then went into full Liam Neeson mode trying to find her daughter. Eventually, after several explosions, a few torture sessions, and the death of many, many crops, Demeter finally found her daughter in hell. While the epic movie was happening above, the romcom of a century was happening below. Persephone actually ended up falling in love with Hades and soon became the best Queen hell has ever seen. Unfortunately, no one told Demeter, that so after Demeter and Hades had a Jason Bourne showdown the conflict was resolved. Persephone now splits her time between the mortal world and the world of the dead.

Gods Zeus: Remember that perverted relative that everyone has? That’s Zeus. He's the king of the gods, sky, and rape. He can’t keep it in his pants and he likes to keep it in the family.

Poseidon: Fuck boi to the max! He's the kind of guy that you just want to punch his teeth in. Not only is he a major douchebag, but he's also God of the Seas, so you know that he's the champion of the “hold my beer,” challenge that results in thousands of sailors deaths.

Hades: Think the weird, quiet scene kid, but with a hint of over dramatic death metal thrown into the mix. God of the underworld, dead, and riches, no wonder he still listens to MCR; he has an aesthetic to maintain.

Ares: He’s the jock that’ll fuck your girl, wreck your car, and destroy you in beer pong, not care or stop when he gets caught and he always seems to be getting into fights. He’s the guy that comes back to his old high school to cheer on the football team and then run down to the field to show them how it’s REALLY done. God of War, my dick is too big for this condom, the ladies (ugh gross), and Axe Body Spray.

Hephaestus: Remember all of the sexually repressed nerds in high school? The ones somehow grew up to be super successful but then turned around and became total ass hats with no respect for women? That is this guy right here. He currently holds the title for ugliest god ever, a title which he has held onto for a several millennia now. God of the forge, technology and general misogyny.

Apollo: The OG Dorian Gray. God of the Sun and flower crowns

Goddesses

Artemis: Ask her about her feminist agenda. Do it. I dare you to. Goddess of the Hunt, pussy power, and badassery.

Athena: She's the valedictorian, student council president, and she slaughters everyone in PE. Goddess of smart people and military victory.

Demeter: She is the mama bear that you don’t fuck with unless you want her to fuck with your allergies. She also knows how to have a good time because wine and will feed you when you come over.

Persephone: ‘But mmmmooooommmmmm, I love him,”. Think of the sweetest person you know and then give them pink throwing stars. Goddess of spring time and ima fuck you up and smile innocently while doing it.

Hera: Think crazy southern belle pageant mom, who forces religion onto her children and washes it down with sweet tea. Goddess of the home and picture perfect families.

Aphrodite: Goddess of love, beauty, and all things sexy. This is the person you would come to for advice, because she knows her way around the bedroom and men's or people's hearts. I actually don’t know her sexuality.

#greek mythology #rewriting history #this is for a class #college

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emthinks · 8 years

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The Trials of Apollo #1: The Hidden Oracle by Rick Riordan

Now, I’d like to preface this review by stating that the reading of this series without prior knowledge of previous books in this universe, while possible, would be difficult. So while I recommend everyone to read Rick Riordan’s mythology books (they’re gold and they teach you a lot of shit about the ancient civilizations), for ToA, you really need to read Percy Jackson & The Olympians and The Heroes of Olympus first. And then get around to this. Because this book is good.

Here, we get to read first person POV (which I really do think is Rick’s strong suit) about Apollo (yes, the Greek God) being turned into this skinny ass mortal with flab and acne and - the coup de grace really - stuck with the name Lester Papadopoulos. Which. Honestly. How could you pass up on that? And Apollo, while I do admit was kind of an ass sometimes and really annoying (are all Greek gods that egotistical? Wait. Don’t answer that question) was really entertaining the rest of the time.

Rating: 8.8/10

An Overview:

That whole bit in the beginning, where Apollo met Meg the Dumpster Girl and then had to traipse through the city to find Percy was my least favorite part. Probably why I actually paused and put the book down. I know right? Shocker.

But then we got to Camp Half-Blood and things picked up a lot. Apollo trying to greet his kids (his cabinmates? His friends? What does he call them?!) was priceless. Hearing about Meg’s exploits in the meantime was a nice touch (good job, Crotchkicker).

But then we learn about Rachel. And the Oracle. (Well, I guess I learn, because I’d apparently forgotten that Apollo had been punished back in HoO? Well, nevermind.) We learn campers are disappearing. We learn shit is bad. Apollo has these weird-ass dreams (which, uh, usually I have a decent background on Greek mythology, but these two were just weird).

It was a little odd for me for them to not be thrown into a quest and leave camp so early on. I was always waiting for a quest...and then forgot that the Oracle (aka. Rachel) wasn’t exactly working. So no quest. The Catch-88 or whatever Apollo called it.

And then there’s the three-legged race. That was...interesting. Mostly because it was kind of adorable how everyone just wanted to please this little Hephaestus kid. Apollo and Meg were, naturally, bound together. And then thrown into the labyrinth. Which. Whoa. Did not see that coming. Who knew Daedalus’s labyrinth would be such a throwback? So we traipse around a bit in a really dark maze. And then, of course, we end up in Delphi. Where we meet the Beast and the Python. And then we learn shit is about to go down.

So we travel into the woods. We meet the geyser dude (ah, there’s Rick’s nice weirdly-modernized touch). And then Meg gets captured. By....giant ants? Apollo is saved by Rhea. Which. Did not see that coming.

He goes back to camp. Heals. Decides, oh fuck it, and takes the bow and arrows. He already broke half of his promise on the Styx anyways (which, idiot, why would you swear that?) and delves right back into the woods. The ant hive. Those couple minutes of him shooting every ant was great. He rescues Meg (eventually, after some trouble). Apollo naming the queen ant-thing Mama was just a nice touch. (Which, thank God he did, because we needed her help later on.) And then they were out into the clearing. The entrance to Dodona. And we meet the first of three Triumvirates.

Nero. Now, I have no idea who Nero is. But. He kind of sounds like an ass. And he’s Meg’s stepfather? Now, I can’t say I didn’t see it coming, because I did have this half-suspicion formed in the back of my mind, but really, Meg? That’s just a bit ridiculous. But thankfully, Meg comes around, eventually, although she totally still leaves. (Which. Apollo is bound to her still. So how’s that gonna work?) We get some prophecies from Dodona. Yay. Then we go back to camp and all is well, right?

Nope. There’s Giant Naked Apollo strolling up the beach. Ah. There’s that potential problem Nero mentioned. They’re all a mess. It’s kind of bad. (But kinda cute when Apollo’s kids still were so eager to help, even after the mess they just went through. I guess it just goes to show. Demigods are sturdy af.)

Still, was I glad to see Percy at the end. That was nice. “The weekend had arrived.” The cavalry, more like it. Thank God. Oh, and good job causing hay fever in Giant You, Apollo. And then we get that lovely fluff bit at the end with Leo and Calypso? Adorable. The line that was formed so everyone could punch Leo was great, and Apollo realizing Calypso had willingly left her island and given up her immortality for this elfish boy was pure gold.

The Characters:

Can we talk about Nico and Will for a second? (Do they have a ship name? Solangelo? Lol. God their names are hard to combine.) To be honest, I totally forgot they existed. No, not that they as characters existed, but like, they existed. So when Apollo first saw them together, I was like “whaaaaa?” Because I totally remember in House of Hades where Jason (the fucking idiot, really) thought Nico was in love with Annabeth and we had to jump through those hoops, but it obviously never registered to me that Will and Nico were together-together until, well, now. And boy, must I say they are great. They’re so entertaining. Like, the bickering is adorable. And how Nico is all “I have to sit with my boyfriend because I have a doctor’s note given to me by my boyfriend...who is also my doctor”. Like, they are cute af.

Now. The heart of the problem: Meg. Meg was....well. Meg was ratty and dumpster girl and rebellious (and obviously Demeter’s daughter as soon as we saw her throw fruit and summon a grain spirit, but hey, some people can be dumb) and she was fun. She was Crotchkicker and Eyebruiser on Day One and she was great. She was also, for all her hemming and hawing, obviously a spy. Well, she was obviously the spy as soon as we overheard the Beast mentioning there was a spy. She skirted around talks of her stepfather and obviously froze up with the mentioning of the Beast (at the sound of his voice?). But she’s Meg. She’s resilient. And, well, she’s still tied to Apollo, so they’ve gotta figure something out there. Maybe they’ll have to go find her (save her?) in one of their quests? Or they just run into her again? Idk.

And what about Apollo, our lovely protagonist. A god. Who knew? Reading first person POV from Apollo was weird. Enlightening, but weird. Yes, I was annoyed - especially in the beginning - with how he ranted about how great and awesome he was and how everyone should bow at his feet and how if he only had his godly powers, he could totally smite them all. It definitely took me a while to accept the fact that he couldn’t accept he was mortal. Not completely. Eventually, he improved his outlook on humans, but in the beginning, God I was pissed. However, the fact that it was never really forgotten that he was mortal - that he couldn’t do all this magic that he was used to with the snap of a finger - was nice. He wasn’t omnipotent. He had to rely on others. And I do think he became a better person-god from it. He learned from his kids. These kids, whom he barely acknowledged when he was a god, still risked their lives to help him. Wasn’t that admirable? The one thing I really hope is that, in the end of his whole journey (trials, whatever) he doesn’t forget them and, after he’s a god again, he actually still spends time with them and cares a little more. That would be a nice bit of character development.

Questions:

Do you think the Labyrinth will come into play again?

Eventually, yes. I think, in general, a lot of the things we’ve encountered in the past two series will come into play, because there are only so many Greek/Roman myths we can poke around in. It’s not like Riordan can conjure up more. Also, the Labyrinth has, supposedly, spread throughout the world, so it can basically bring anyone anywhere. And isn’t that terrifying.

What do you think will happen next?

Well, the bit we got from the Dedona trees mentioned Indiana, right? And they sit the Triumvirate had split up North America into thirds...Indiana is in the middle of America, right? (Yes, great job Emilie. Much thought it took to come up with that idea.) I just hope Festus can be helpful the whole journey this time, instead of breaking down halfway. I loved that dragon in HoO.

So that’s that really. When does the second book come out? What’s it called? The Dark Prophecy. Huh. Well, that bodes well.

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Cat Dunbroch- Daughter of Apollo/Hunter of Artemis

“I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.”

Lineage:

Mortal Parent → Merida, Queen of Dunbroch aka Cat’s mother. She was stubborn and rebellious as a child, and as she grew older she was no different. However, she became more controlling, not allowing much room for her children to follow in her rebellious footsteps. As queen, she took things very seriously and anything that might danger Cat in anyway, well, let’s just say Merida took care of it. It became hard for Merida to the spirit in her daughter, because Cat constantly found herself in trouble and Merida didn’t know what to do. So, she became colder, stricter, the kind of mother she never wanted to be. Cat wants to give her the benefit of the doubt, she wants to be close with her mother, but after hearing how much she was like Merida, and then watching her spirit fade, Cat couldn’t take it.

Godly Parent → Apollo, God of the Sun, Music, Poetry, Prophecy, Archery, and Healing aka Cat’s true father. Apollo was cocky and arrogant, it’s what got him sent to earth, trapped in human form. Aside from missing his chariot, he didn’t really see this as an issue because Apollo loved humans, loved their creativity, loved the emotions they carried, and Merida was no exception. When Apollo found her, the queen was in tears, she had just lost her father, and her life at home was not what she expected. Apollo comforted her, listened to the meaningful words she used to express her sorrow, listened to the beauty in the way they were formed and phrased. Normally, being the self-centered ass he usually, Apollo would be jealous that her words held such beauty, since he could not speak as well. This time was different, he fell instantly, not ever hearing anyone with the intensity Merida had in her words. Wanting no one else to be her comfort, Apollo gave Merida a magical, gold journal and told her to write down her feelings, told her to write if she ever needed him. Apollo promised to always be there to listen. Merida loved to have someone who would listen, someone who claimed to understand what she was going through. That journal became everything to her. Rather quickly, Apollo charmed his way into Merida’s heart, nine months later, Cat was born. Embarrassed at her adulterous actions, Merida hid the journal and her husband had no reason to believe Cat wasn’t his. Apollo waited for Merida to reach out to him through, the journal, but she didn’t. Apollo watched her always and watched his daughter grow. Finally, when Cat turned ten, Merida noticed something odd about her daughter. Merida heard strange noises at night, Cat was having nightmares, and she was having a hard time in school. Merida decided to reach out to Apollo. He visited her and told her all about Camp Half-Blood. Merida sent Cat there that summer.

Claimed → Apollo watched smirking as her watched Cat walk up the hill to Camp Half-Blood. He had watched her grow up, and was so pleased. He became cocky and he wanted everyone to know Cat was his, even if no one at Camp knew her yet. The second Cat crossed over the Camp borders, a ring of golden light surrounded her. Cat had no idea what it meant, no idea where it came from, and the now eleven-year-old girl tried to run away from it. A few older kids laughed at her for not knowing, but a few boys told them to shove it and took Cat under their wing. The boys introduced themselves as Lee Fletcher and Matthew Yew. They tried to gingerly explain that Cat had been claimed by her father, Apollo. Being so young, Cat could not grasp that concept and was convinced everyone was lying. Apollo wasn’t real and her father was back at home in Scotland with her mother. Cat shut out everyone who tried to help and stayed in the Apollo cabin all the time. She didn’t want to believe it, she wanted this to be a dream that she would wake up from. Needless to say, it took a few phone calls from her mother, a visit from Apollo, and a few weeks for Cat to really understand what was happening. She apologized to Lee and Matthew for accusing them of lying, and asked if they would show her around camp. Later, after a few years at Camp, Cat met Artemis. She doesn’t really remember how or exactly when, it must have been when the Hunters visited Camp Half-Blood. All Cat remembers is being in complete awe of the Goddess. Cat followed the Hunters around Camp, whenever she could, trying to find out more information, but not wanting to be a burden. Thalia Grace, Cat’s childhood idol, recognized Cat from her days at Camp. She talked to Cat about the Hunters all night, told her how great Artemis was, but warned her not to choose this unless she was sure. The Goddess of the Moon took a small interest in Cat after that and kept a close eye on her, probably because she was the daughter of her twin, Apollo, but maybe it was because Cat was the best archer at Camp Half-Blood. When Cat turned sixteen, she pledged her life to Artemis, who graciously accepted. From then on Cat would now be a Hunter of Artemis.

OOC → When I first saw this task, my gut reaction was Ares. I thought Cat would definitely be a daughter of Ares. However, I decided to brush up on my mythology and the PJO universe, considering its been years since I read those books and studied Greek mythology. The more I read, I started to think about Cat’s personality. She’s hot headed, cocky, and a skilled hunter. Then I thought about the one people don’t usually see, the quiet poet that is scared to share her feelings, but a refreshing light in people’s lives. Something in the back of my head told me to look up more information about Artemis and Apollo, so I did. The Twin Archers are possibly my favorite in Greek mythology. Apollo’s the God of the Sun, and I immediately associated that with Cat. Yes, she’s a poet, and an archer, but she’s also a light in the dark. When Merida was at her lowest, Cat came into the world to brighten Merida’s spirits. Cat healed Merida’s heartbreak. However, Cat also reminded me a lot of Artemis, a skilled hunter, a woman willing to fight for what is right, and as much as Cat loves the sun because it gives her energy, she loves the moon even more. Deep down Cat is a strong woman who will always put forth all her effort, she will always help everyone around her. Her arrows could kill you in a second, but her poetry reminds everyone that she has emotions, just like everyone else. She has personality traits that may seem polar opposites, but they keep her balanced. This is precisely why I chose Cat to be the daughter of Apollo, but also a Hunter of Artemis.

Life at Camp:

Summer or Year-round? → Cat’s first summer at Camp Half-Blood was amazing, she made lots of friends, had amazing food, played, awesome camp games, and even found out that she was a natural archer. She had expected so because her mother was good at it, but it just came so easily to her. She quickly became one of the tops archers at camp, even though she was only ten. It came time for summer to end, time for Cat to go home. She thought it was normal to go home at the end of the summer, but some of her friends weren’t packing up. Cat asked around and discovered that Camp Half-Blood was a year-round camp. Overjoyed with the news that she didn’t have to leave, Cat called her mother and asked if she could stay. After a few minutes of convincing Merida that she would be okay, she would be safe, thanks to the magical borders surrounding Camp Half-Blood, Cat became a year-round camper.

Years → Cat continued her studies at Camp Half-Blood for six more years before deciding to pledge her life to Artemis.

Camp Life → During her years at camp, she became an expert at all camp games (Capture the Flag was her favorite), memorized the area, figured out where the best places to think were, trained so her abilities were in total control, and even rose to be the best archer at Camp Half-Blood. Unlike Apollo however, Cat didn’t let any of her success get to her head. In fact, she used it to help others. She taught many campers Archery, and took many of the newer campers under her wing. Overall, her camp life was great. Everyone loved Cat, she was so selfless, but she was still intimidating. Everyone knew it was best to stay on her good side, so no one crossed her. That wasn’t always good for Cat, she didn’t like to settle, didn’t like to have people fear her. Yes, people did love her, but she didn’t want them to be afraid, and while her friend weren’t afraid of her, most people at camp were. She didn’t want people to just let her do what she wanted, Cat wanted someone to challenge her. She wanted something to challenge her. So, one day she went to Thalia’s Pine. Cat thought back to all her years at Camp Half-Blood, thought back to everything she had done here, and she wanted more. That’s when Cat met Artemis and her Hunters.

Favorite Place → During Cat’s first months at Camp, she loved to wander around, but she always found herself ending up in front of Thalia’s Pine. Not sure what was so special, Cat asked around, listened to Thalia’s story. From then on, Thalia fascinated Cat, so she would go to the pine tree and just sit under the branches to think. Sometimes, Cat would write poetry in her journal, and sometimes she would talk to Thalia, even though Cat was pretty sure the tree couldn’t understand her. Eventually, Thalia was no longer inhabiting the tree and Cat wanted to talk to her, befriend her, but she was scared. Sooner than expected Thalia left Camp, but Cat continued to go to the tree. It was her comfort zone, her safety blanket. It’s where Cat made the decision to become a Hunter of Artemis.

Weapons → At Camp Half-Blood, Cat had celestial bronze arrows for her bow and a small celestial bronze dagger, but when she became a Hunter, she traded in those weapons for the ones traditionally used by the Hunters. Cat received a silver bow, with a set of silvers arrows, that she cherished with her life, and she received a small, celestial bronze, hunting knife.

About:

Powers → Through Apollo, Cat received many gifts. She has incredible archery skills, enhanced healing, very weak foresight, and her personal favorite the Couplets Curse. While many of Apollo’s children possess the same traits, Cat seems to excel even more so in all except foresight. The Couplets Curse is her favorite solely for the reason of getting people to shut up. Many people annoy her and getting them to talk in rhyming couplets always makes the poet inside her laugh. The first time Cat realized she could force people to rhyme, she couldn’t stop laughing. The poor camper was rhyming until dinner time. Fatal Flaw → Cat has a habit of putting others before herself. It’s one of the reasons she chose to become a Hunter. All her life, Cat just wanted to protect the ones she loved, and when she got to Camp Half-Blood that need to protect became stronger. Cat puts others needs way before her own and one day that will be her downfall.

Affiliation → Considering Cat is a Hunter of Artemis and she still thanks Apollo and Camp Half-Blood for growing up the way she did, Cat sides with the gods always.

#task: pjo #GODDAMN THE FIRST PART OF THIS TOOK FOREVER

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