#rick riordan you are washed!

[ahecen]

thoughts on percabeth characterization in wottg (or lack thereof)?

oh my godddddd. first of all I just have to note how hilarious it is that everyone forgot about this book a week after it came out. anyway. percabeth’s characterization in the new books versus the show versus the original books is so interesting to me. with allegedly being very involved in the writing process of the show, you’d think rick would be even more aware of how he wrote his characters and translate that to new books. now i’m not saying 17 yr old percabeth should act the same as 13 yr old percabeth. you’d think they’d grow, right? wottg percabeth just doesn’t have that spark and I was honestly confused seeing ppl gush over them in this book. every time I thought they were about to have a talk, just a moment to themselves, the scene ended. how do you set up several scenes for your fav couple and just. end it. it’s extra strange bc I loved them dearly in cotg. but in wottg,,, where’s the friendship? they remind me of those couples in school that have been together for years and don’t seem to enjoy each others company. they’re currently together because… uh…. if this was my first introduction to percabeth, having no prior knowledge of their relationship, I would question how much they even liked each other. yeah, they love each other. that’s great and all, but do they like each other? it’s like percy and annabeth became caricatures of themselves. haha percy’s dumb. annabeth has an idiot boyfriend that everyone knows she’s too good for. this is the shit you read on wattpad, not a published book. I think the worst moment of all was when annabeth seemed to realize for the first time in her life that percy was intelligent. girl you’ve known that since you were twelve fucking years old. I also think percabeth suffers in this book bc annabeth didn’t have much of anything going on. she was kinda there. percy had an emotional moment, grover had several emotional moments, but there was always prepared annabeth, ready to save the day from her helpless boyfriend and friend. rick isn’t known to write female characters well, but annabeth has mostly been the exception to that. what happened? if cotg was bad, this would be a different story. and I know pjo tumblr likes to tussle about the quality of anything written after tlo, but I genuinely really liked cotg. there was a lot of heart. the shift from a good story to the nothingness of wottg was really disappointing. I wasn’t expecting much, but, like, can rick at least pretend to try? there’s a lot more to say but we’d be here all night.

tldr; it was only a matter of time before percabeth was negatively affected by ricks greed

[etoile-star]

My main struggles with the percy jackson fandom, but its an ADHD rant, that ended up being wayyyy longer than i meant it too.

I can't wait for them to do a heroes of olympus show (I hope so), and most of these leo girls are so surprised when he isn't this super hot, conventionally attractive guy, because in the book he isn't supposed to be conventionally attractive. He's supposed to be kinda ugly, that's one of the reasons he's so jealous of Jason.

It's one of the things that frustrates me most about the percy jackson fandom, is some of the erasure that goes on, in lots of characters. I mean so many. Not only Leo, but also Nico, Piper, Hazel, and Frank. People think of these characters in such ways that are so base level.

There are probably many others, that is just off the top of my head. Now there is things that are understandable, like how Hazel is just a cutie pie, but even then, I feel like people erase how truly powerful she is.

Also, minus nico, this happens mostly to the characters that are people of color, and I'm white, so I don't want to speak to much on something I don't understand. But it is something that happens very much, is that people see these characters as what they are on a base level, but not on a deeper level. Whether that is Piper and how she is barely brought up to be Native American anymore, and Rick Riordan hasn't done this, but I feel like this fandom has majorly white washed her. This has also happened with Frank, who, yes, in the book he does say many times "I'm from Canada, I'm not really Chinese" but thay doesn't mean as a fandom we erase that from him entirely.

This also happens with LGBTQ+ characters, I STILL find people writing nico di angelo x FEMALE readers. Which is unexeptable and not okay. That man has been out as gay for 10 YEARS, and people are erasing that as such a huge part of his character. What is wrong with u, there is a whole chapter that made me SOB as a 13 year old, that you people are not going to take away from me. Especially from someone who was outed.

Also, there are so many fanfictions I read where I feel like everyone's ADHD is just gone, like not there at all. What happened to that? That's such a huge part of how people discovered they were demigods. That's coming from someone who struggles from ADHD, also, if you don't know how to write it, do research, Google is free, and easy to use, and there is many good resources for ADHD research.

So, yeah, as a whole for such a wildly inclusive book series, that I love so much, I feel like this fandom needs to work on the erasure of minorities, as a whole.

[captainremmington-13]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊

show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of death, sadness, and lonliness

A/N: the next part is gonna include capture the flag ;))

As soon as you heard the yelling, you were certain that someone had died. 

The sensation that washed over your body confirmed your suspicions. Your powers always told you when a being was truly dead and beyond saving. However, this time, it felt slightly different. The being’s life had been halted, but not ended. They were no longer aging, but their soul remained in their body. 

Putting down the blanket you were folding, you slipped on a pair of worn-down sneakers and left Cabin 11. Walking down the stairs, you internally hoped the scene wasn’t too gory. Even if you were the child of death itself, you weren’t a fan of seeing people mutilated.

Just by listening for a moment, you could tell that the chaos was occurring at the border of the camp. Putting two and two together, you realized a new camper must have arrived. You’d seen several demigods try to get inside the safety of the camp border’s, and lose their lives in the process.  

But as you approached the hill where several other demigods were crowded together, you saw two kids who were very much alive. The more baffling sight, however, was the large pine tree at the highest point of the hill that definitely hadn’t been there before. 

You tapped Will Solace on the arm, making him jump slightly. Ignoring his reaction, you asked, “What in Hades is going on? Where did that tree come from?”

“Uh…” Will said, scratching the back of his neck. “Three demigods and a satyr were being chased by monsters as they approached the camp border. One of the demigods, a daughter of Zeus, sacrificed herself to let the others get to safety. It seems that instead of letting her die or saving her, Zeus turned her into…” He gestured at the tree. “That.”

Typical god behavior. When they try to help their offspring, they only make their lives worse.

“That’s unfortunate,” you said to Will. “I don’t think there’s much we can do.”

“Yeah,” Will replied awkwardly. “Try not to worry about it. We’ll get the two new campers settled into Cabin 11 as soon as we can. You can meet them then.” 

Understanding that he wanted to end the conversation, you simply nodded and walked away. You had learned to recognize the signs that signaled when people no longer wanted to be in your presence, and Will was exhibiting several of them.

But that was alright. You didn’t really feel like sticking around anyways. You were your own best companion. 

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“Hey, uh, is the top bunk taken?“ 

You looked up from painting your nails to see a boy standing in front of you. He had curly brown hair, a lean figure, and brown eyes that had a mischievous glint in them. He was holding a small backpack, which likely contained all of his personal possessions. 

“That’s Kalia’s bunk. You can take that spot over there.” You pointed to a twin-sized mattress squished in between two bunk beds. 

“Oh…okay.” The boy set his backpack down on the mattress and sat down next to it. “So, are you…you know, a Hermes kid too?”

You laughed without humor. “Do I look like one of Hermes’s spawn?” 

The boy flinched. “No.” 

“You have your answer then.”

He sighed. “I suppose it’s for the better that he’s not your father. He’s completely neglected me all my life.”

“All of the gods do that to their demigod offspring,” you said. “Except for a rare few. And even then, the most their children get are occasional visits and favors. Some of the gods choose favorites, which causes chaos here at camp.” 

The boy nodded in acknowledgement. “That seems frustrating.”

“It is.”

“So…if you’re not one of Hermes’s children, are you unclaimed?”

You shook your head. “No. My father just doesn’t have a cabin, so I’m stuck here.”

“And who exactly is your father?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, knowing that your answer will probably scare the boy off. But you decided to be honest. If he can’t handle the truth, that’s his problem. 

“Thanatos, god of death.” 

Instead of going pale and quickly looking away, the boy gave you a small smile. “Cool.” He stood up again, walking over to your bunk once more. He extended his hand.

“I’m Luke. Luke Castellan.”

As you shook his hand firmly and told him your name, a genuine feeling of warmth grew in your chest. 

Maybe, just maybe, you’d found someone who didn’t treat you like a walking time bomb.

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You took it upon yourself to show Luke around camp the next day. This shocked everyone, as you usually didn’t converse with anyone for more than a few minutes at a time. You and him spent the entire day together, and even ate dinner side-by-side at the Hermes table. It was the most time you’d spent with just one person in ages.

You explained to him the unspoken rules of the camp. In order to prevent being messed with, you had to prove that you were worthy. Glory was extremely important, and could be earned by winning Capture the Flag or going on quests. And protecting your cabin’s honor was of top priority. If another cabin somehow slandered yours, you had the right to retaliate (even though Chiron and Mr. D didn’t approve).

The more you interacted with Luke, the more you liked him. 

Luke adapted to his new environment extremely well. He quickly established a reputation as an excellent strategist and seasoned fighter.  Apparently, he had been on the run since he was nine, and picked up a myriad of skills along the way. He was particularly good at picking locks, which wasn’t surprising. 

He also made friends quickly. His charming personality drew in every person he interacted with. He was witty, ambitious, and made good conversation. Plus, his impressive abilities made him a useful ally. 

After he settled in, you expected him to forget about you. He had more popular, less terrifying companions. 

But he didn’t. In fact, he became your closest friend. 

Despite being different in a variety of ways, your personalities blended like a dream. He appreciated your dry, subtle sense of humor, and encouraged you to always keep improving. And you admired his mischievous nature. He’d even gotten you to lighten up a bit, and become less adverse to participating in group activities.

You slowly learned more about him, and he learned about you. You both assumed it would scare the other person off, but that knowledge only brought you closer together. 

But most importantly, you both quickly learned that together, you were essentially unstoppable. 

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[lo-shouldve-been-an-email]

Why hello there.

Listen,I don’t have much to say about the newest LO episode so here’s an ares ranking to go along with the other ones.

Spoilers.

Percy Jackson:

6/10

Look,Ares is a really weird figure when it comes to how the media presents him.

Almost always they present him as this sexist frat boy when in mythology he is:

A reported protector of mistreated woman.

The patron god of the amazons and was worshipped to the point that their leader had 2 babies with him.

Scored the GODDESS PF LOVE AND BEAUTY and there is no way you cannot convince me she doesn’t have some pretty high standards(even though apparently you can convince most of the writers on this list)

And as much as I love Percy Jackson,it is not devoid of crimes.

In the first book,he helps Luke/Kronos steal Zeus’ master bolt and Hades’ helm of invisibility as to start a civil war within the gods.id say this is a pretty good portrayal overall.

…until we get to the second book.

This myth will be very important so long story short:a daughter of ares got r*** by a son of Poseidon so Ares,like any reasonable and bloodthirsty god of war,fucking killed him.

After this,he got put on trial for murder as if he wasn’t the literal god of bloody war,and all the ladies vouched for him so he got set free.

Let’s just say,Rick Riordan didn’t know of this myth.

In the second book,there’s a scene where Clarisse La Rue,a DAUGHTER of ares talks to him through a magic mirror.

There,he threatens her and says he should have sent one of his sons on the quest.and keep in mind she is his FAVORITE DAUGHTER.

So yeah.

I don’t really like this portrayal but he gets points for bringing Clarisse and (technically)Frank into this world since I like them both.also the fact that Percy could tell he had beef with him even without having any other memory.

Lore Olympus:

1/10

FUCK THIS GUY

Remember when I said that modern Ares was more often than not a sexist frat boy?we’ll add “predator” and “Reddit nice guy” to that list because RS can’t write.

If in Percy Jackson Aphrodite had terrible standards here said standards are so much worse.

He spends MONTHS trying to seduce a 19-YEAR-OLD and then tries to marry her without her consent.

Also,sir,YOU HAVE THE GODDESS OF LOVE AND BEAUTY FULLY AT YOUR DISPOSAL AND YOURE PICKING A GURL WHO DOESNT EVEN KNOW HIW TO USE A COMPUTER????

Great.this guy is a predator,Reddit nice guy,AND stupid.

I remember saying that the only character who could get a lowers rating than LO Persephone being LO hades and then I remembered this fuck existed.

Fuck him.

Hades:

10/10

Your know when you see something and then immediately want to wash your eyes with soap?this is my soap.

He is my third favorite Olympian in the game,coming third to Hermes and Artemis.

So here’s a few reasons why I like him:

Doom anything with impending doom and the increasing doom damage boon does absurd amounts of damage.

Curse of nausea is one of the best duos in the game.

He respects woman.(oh look they finally Aphrodite standards)

His quest is stupidly easy and he was the first Olympian who’s bond I maxed out.

I know this joke has been made so many times but.he really is a Chthonic simp.

He doesn’t get too pissed if you don’t pick him is trial of gods.hes just here for the bloodshed.

It may be just the fact that almost every other interpretation of ares is bad,but I really like him.

Also Aphrodite wearing his face paint in hades 2-

OSP:

7/10

He’s cool.

I really don’t have much else to add except the helmet stays on during sex.

Gods school:

5/10

Welp Back to the incels-

Him straight up telling Aphrodite that he can do whatever he wants because she won’t leave is just.why.

I don’t get why people go to this myth,turn it around,and act as if they’ve done a service by making Ares miserable when in the myths it was already a good ending.

What is with the obsession with making ares a toxic ex boyfriend when in the myths him and ‘dite were literally love and war.

Another issue I have with gods school is the fact they made Aphrodite a Karen Smith when in the myths shes a Regina George but that’s a problem for the Aphrodite ranking.

Also I just realized the Aphrodite Hephaestus ares myth is the og “I fell in love with a bad boy story”-

Epic:the musical:

8/10

I don’t have a physical picture of him but I already like him.

The only time he he appears is during a bit of an unfinished song but he does bring up some pretty good points,like the Scylla thing.

Also the fact Athena didn’t directly refute any of his points but instead persuaded him with the fact that the moment Ody gets home the suitors are going to be fucked is surprisingly great.

Also can I just say how absolutely hyped I am for god games?Aphrodite’s part fucking rocks and I’m excited for Apollo and Hephaestus.

Also here’s my ranking for epic Hermes since I wasn’t part of the fandom back then:

10/10

*insert dolphin laugh here*

[queenjunothegreat]

Did someone ask for their January Sunday to include some silly fluffy Christmas fic? No? That's fine, I brought it anyway. You're welcome. <3 We're actually getting to the Christmas events this chapter, so get excited about that! ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ 

Anywho, I am happy to finally have for you chapter two of Where the Love Light Gleams: The Prettiest Sight to See

“Just in time!” Piper called from the stove, flipping her last pancake onto the big serving plate she had in the other hand. She turned to Jason and gestured at the table where Reyna was already waiting. “Go on and take a seat.” “Before I do, there was something I wanted to ask you guys,” Jason said. “There was a surprise change of plans, and I won’t be going to California. I know we only talked about me staying for a few days last night, but I have the whole month off from work, and I was wondering if you would be open to me extending my stay for that length of time.” There was a beat of silence before a loud CRASH filled the room, Piper having dropped her plate of pancakes to clap her hands to her cheeks, looking beyond delighted. “Really?”

First Next

 When Jason woke up, he had about two seconds to breathe before a wave of bone-deep panic washed over him because he didn't know where he was. He certainly wasn’t at home. The bedroom he knew was gunmetal gray with floor to ceiling blackout curtains over the one measly window, and there were two pillows and a plain black comforter from IKEA on the bed. It certainly didn’t have hand-made quilts with kitschy patterns or stuffed rabbits with wobbly crochet stitches or enough throw pillows that he was almost surprised he hadn’t suffocated. He didn’t know where he was, which meant he’d fallen asleep in a stranger’s home, and if there was one thing Jason Grace didn’t do, it was fall asleep in stranger’s homes. 

Only, that’s exactly what he’d done, wasn’t it? Well, not quite, but still.

He groaned as he sat up, the night before washing over him, one awful memory at a time. Driving for twenty hours, losing control of his car when the transmission suddenly gave out, standing there helplessly while a couple of strangers towed him out of the snowbank, then snapping at the poor mechanic who’d done nothing but offer him some undeserved sympathy. Leo. That was his name. He’d driven Jason across town to his sister’s bed and breakfast. She’d met them at the door in her pajamas and a Hello Kitty robe. Her eyes shone with concern, but she’d just given him a wide, eager smile like he was an expected guest instead of someone who’d woken her up and invaded her home in the middle of the night. He was pretty sure she’d given him her name at some point during her midnight tour, but with everything else that had happened, it had slipped his mind, which he felt more than a little guilty about. 

Jason got to his feet and pulled on the thick house robe that hung next to his bed. His host had warned him that it could get very cold, so he was better off being prepared with layers and a good pair of slippers. The slippers he had, but when he’d pulled a thin cotton bathrobe out of his suitcase for inspection, she’d wrinkled her nose and shoved an armful of plush fleece at him, insisting he’d thank her before too long. He stretched, then made his way out into the hall, trying his best to remember the path to the kitchen he’d been shown the night before. 

After more than a few wrong turns, he found his host, stirring a pot on the stove while batter sizzled in the skillet next to her. Just like she had the night before, she was in her flannel pajama pants and her luridly pink robe, and when she heard Jason approach, she grinned at him over her shoulder. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

Jason chuckled awkwardly. “Uh, yeah. Good morning. What time is it?”

“Almost ten.” 

Jason choked on air. “Ten?” he spluttered. “Like, the hour that comes after nine? I slept in that late?”

His host laughed casually and shrugged. “That’s how all the clocks I’ve ever used worked. And don’t stress about oversleeping; I totally get it. Leo said you were more than a little sleep deprived last night. I probably would have stayed in bed til dinner if I was in your shoes.”

Jason just hummed and nodded. He figured there was no need to be weighing down a stranger’s morning by telling her about how he’d been physically unable to sleep past 7:30 since he was in high school, especially after she’d already shown him such kindness. Speaking of. “I’m sorry, I think you told me your name last night, but I didn’t catch it.”

Fortunately, she didn’t seem offended in the slightest, and just turned around to properly face Jason, her smile still solidly in place as she offered him a handshake. “My name’s Piper. Piper McLean. Welcome to Cabin Ten.”

“So, that’s the name of this place?” Jason asked, shaking her hand. “Any reason why?”

“It’s kinda silly, actually,” Piper admitted. “When we were designing this place, I came up with probably fifty different plans. This was idea number ten, so my wife suggested we just call it Cabin Ten and the name stuck. I don’t think she was serious, though. I’m pretty sure she was just trying to make sure I didn’t get caught up in my own head again.”

Jason huffed out a little laugh and smiled at her. “Will I get a chance to meet your wife?”

Piper nodded, her smile turning soft at the mere thought of this mystery woman. “Yeah, she should be in soon. She runs the local animal shelter, so she goes in to check on things every morning, but she should be home soon.” As if on cue, Jason heard the front door open and click shut, and Piper’s whole face lit up. “In fact, here she is now! Rey–”

“Jason Grace? Is it really you?”

Jason stiffened, then whirled around on his heel, and he felt the air get knocked right out of his lungs. He hadn’t seen that face in years. Had assumed he never would again. “Reyna?”

Reyna tossed her head back in a loud, very undignified laugh before she stepped forward and wrapped Jason up in a hug. Jason didn’t hug her back. Even if he wanted to, she’d pinned his arms to his sides, and even if she hadn’t he was frozen completely still. “Jason! It’s good to see you.”

“Reyna? What’s going on?”

Jason and Reyna both turned to see Piper watching them with obvious interest. Reyna smiled at her and held out her hand, which Piper immediately filled with her own so Reyna could press a kiss to her knuckles in a practiced motion before she explained. “This is Jason Grace.”

“I’m aware,” Piper teased, amusement clear in her tone. “I still haven’t figured out why you know that, though.”

“We, uh, knew each other in high school,” Jason stammered, still trying to reboot his brain.

“We were best friends, in fact,” Reyna corrected. “When Hylla and I left California, I assumed I would never get to see him again. I’m glad to be wrong.”

Piper’s eyes got bright and eager and she turned on Jason. “So, you knew Reyna back in high school? What was she like? She refuses to tell me any of the stuff she got up to back then.”

That’s because she didn’t do anything, Jason thought to himself. Back then, Reyna went to school, attended the extracurriculars her father signed her up for, then went home, same as Jason. The only reason they were friends at all was because nobody else was willing to talk to the weirdly quiet kids who took everything too seriously. “She was…” Jason trailed off and looked Reyna over, starting from her messy braid and the smile lines already starting to crease around her eyes down to her worn thin t-shirt and finally to the mismatched socks sticking out of the muddy work boots she was wearing inside. “She was definitely different.”

“I am that,” Reyna confirmed easily. Her eyes flicked over Jason’s face, and her smile tilted ever so slightly downwards into a frown. “And what about you? How have you changed?”

Jason suddenly wanted to throw up, though he couldn’t truly say why. He swallowed the bile burning at the back of his throat and forced a smile. “Me? Change? Of course not. I’m still the same old Jason Grace I’ve always been.”

The concerned tilt to Reyna’s lips deepened. She opened her mouth to say something, but her nose twitched like a rabbit’s, and her brow furrowed. “Is something burning?”

Piper’s eyes went wide and her face paled. “My pancakes!” she squealed, whirling around on her heel to desperately try and save the breakfast she’d made. When failure was more than obvious, she puffed out her cheeks at Reyna. “You distracted me!”

 Reyna stepped up to her side and grimaced down at what was probably closer to charcoal than breakfast at this point. She gave Piper a somewhat sheepish smile. “My apologies.”

Piper very dramatically huffed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Go put on non-dog-clothes. You shouldn’t smell bad in front of guests.”

“Yes, dear,” Reyna hummed, pressing a kiss to Piper’s temple. On her way out of the kitchen, she stopped and gave Jason an incredibly warm smile. “It’s good to see you again, Jason.”

“You, too,” Jason said automatically, unsure if he meant it. Reyna seemed to pick up on that because her smile turned a little sad, but she simply left the room instead of saying anything. 

“Oh, before I forget! Leo came by this morning, while you were still asleep. He couldn’t stay long, but he wanted me to tell you something,” Piper said suddenly, playing a very dangerous game by leaving her pan unattended for the second time. “He said that it would take about a week to get your car fixed.”

Jason winced and rubbed a hand over his face. “A week? Really? There’s no way he can get it done any sooner than that?”

Piper shook her head sympathetically. “Afraid not. I asked that, too. Apparently, he’s already calling in a couple favors, but it’s still gonna take at least four days to get the part in. He’s hoping to get the actual work done in just a day or two, but apparently Audis are really tricky to work on.”

Jason sighed heavily. That wasn’t the first time he’d heard that claim, and he knew how hard it was to get the parts, unless you were a licensed dealer, which Jason highly doubted Leo was. “Okay. Well, I’ve got a phone call to make, in that case.” He cut a glance down at the pancakes, then back up at Piper’s face. “Should I make an effort to come back down for breakfast or…?”

Piper’s cheeks went pink, and she blew a raspberry at him. “My pancakes are very good, and you should count yourself lucky to have them, Jason Grace. Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes.” She glanced down at the charcoal hockey pucks she’d made, and grimaced. “Okay, make that fifteen.”

Jason huffed out a quiet laugh. “Okay, okay. I’ll be back for your pancakes; which will be wonderful, I’m sure.” 

Before Piper could protest the injury to her breakfast-making pride, Jason ducked out of the kitchen and into the hall. He got turned around a few times, but soon he was back in his assigned room, and he took a seat at the big, solid oak desk tucked away into a little alcove in the room. There was a window right above it, and Jason could see softly-falling snowflakes drifting through the air outside. He could also see the rest of town properly, now that he wasn’t driving through it after all the lights had been turned out. It looked like a Christmas card, or a set prop from a Hallmark movie. Christmas lights were strung up between all of the lamps, and there wasn’t a flat surface that didn’t bear a wreath or an obnoxiously large bow. Jason couldn’t help but curl his lip slightly at the sight.

Instead of dwelling, he took out his phone and called Thalia, who picked up on the third ring. “Jason? What’s going on?”

“Hey, Thalia. It’s about the trip,” Jason started, heaving a heavy sigh.

Surprisingly, Thalia sighed as well, though she sounded almost relieved. “Funny, I was actually about to call you about that, too.”

“Oh. Go ahead then.”

“No, you.”

“Okay.” Jason cleared his throat. “So, I’m gonna be late getting there. Like, a week late. I managed to mess up my car just outside of this little town in Oklahoma, and it won’t be fixed for at least five days. I could just rent a car or something, but I’d really rather avoid that, if I can. Outside of that, though, I’m stuck here. I did already call the cleaners, and the house should be ready for you whenever you get there. I did also set up a meeting with Dakota and Gwen on the eighth, but I can reschedule, if you’d rather wait until I’m there as well. I know you said you don’t want lawyers, and they’re not lawyers. They actually run a funeral home, but they have some experience with stuff like this, and they agreed to give us an overview of what to expect. That sound good?”

Thalia didn’t say anything. In fact, she was so silent, that Jason thought that maybe his call had dropped. He pulled the phone away from his ear, but saw that it was still live, so he pressed it back to his face with a frown. “Lia? You there?”

Thalia swallowed so heavily Jason could hear it from across the two states that separated them. “You drove?”

Jason frowned, brow furrowed. “Yeah, why?”

“I– I had just assumed you’d fly is all.”

“Okay. But I didn’t. Why does that matter?”

Thalia went silent for a moment before she let out a quiet, wounded sound. “Jason, I’m so sorry.”

Jason immediately felt his heart plummet past his feet and even down past Piper cooking away in the kitchen. “You’re not coming. At all.” It wasn’t a question, it didn’t need to be.

“I’m sorry,” Thalia repeated. “But– But last night, Zoë was approached by Lady Artemis. She’s on tour this month, and she said she needed an opener because her other act fell through. I– We couldn’t just say no, Jason.”

“I get it,” Jason said, tone flat. 

“Jason–”

“No, I really get it, Thalia. It’s fine,” Jason insisted. “You– You and the rest of the band have fun, okay? I’ll take care of the estate, and keep you updated on any significant progress.”

“Jason, I–”

“Sorry, Thalia, but I’ve got to go,” Jason lied. “I wound up at this bed and breakfast and the host is really pushy. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

Before Thalia could offer another protest, he hung up on her. He tossed his phone on his desk and buried his face in his hands. Great. He was going to have to deal with all this himself. 

No, you don’t! a little voice in his head reminded him. Thalia was the one who didn’t want lawyers involved, and she’s not here. You can make this someone else’s problem.

Well, that was a relief, at least. With one phone call, he could just let Octavian deal with this, like he’d wanted to from the start. Octavian could be a rat bastard when he wanted to be, and he’d probably cheat them out of one thing or another, but Jason didn’t care. Octavian could take the lot, if he wanted it, and Jason would still pay him to handle it. So, that just left him with a month of vacation and nothing to do with it. The smart thing to do would be to go back to New York City, inform his department head about the change in plans, and go back to work like nothing had ever happened. For some reason, though, the thought made his skin crawl. He glanced around the cluttered, brightly colored room, then thought back to his sad, monochrome apartment, and his throat tightened in something close to panic, which he forcibly swallowed down.

You could just stay here, that same little voice from before suggested. You’re already going to be here for a week, might as well make the most of your time off. Who knows when you’ll actually do it again.

Jason looked up out the window again and bit his lip. Outside, a group of children were having a snowball fight while honest to god carolers sang on the street corner behind them. It was certainly a far cry from home, which seemed to be the only thing his brain was interested in at the moment. Besides, if he hated it, he could just leave as soon as his car was fixed. It wasn’t like he was exactly wanted or needed here. For once, he was free to come and go as he wished. Mind made up, he got back to his feet and went down to the kitchen, and he didn’t even get lost. 

“Just in time!” Piper called from the stove, flipping her last pancake onto the big serving plate she had in the other hand. She turned to Jason and gestured at the table where Reyna was already waiting. “Go on and take a seat.”

“Before I do, there was something I wanted to ask you guys,” Jason said. “There was a surprise change of plans, and I won’t be going to California. I know we only talked about me staying for a few days last night, but I have the whole month off from work, and I was wondering if you would be open to me extending my stay for that length of time.”

There was a beat of silence before a loud CRASH filled the room, Piper having dropped her plate of pancakes to clap her hands to her cheeks, looking beyond delighted. “Really?”

Jason took a half step back, startled at the outburst. “Um, yes. If that’s alright.”

“It’s more than alright!” Piper squealed. “It’s a Christmas miracle! Ohmigosh, I have got to go get the stuff ready! You two wait here!”

With that, she practically vanished, leaving nothing but a pile of ceramic and pancakes in her place. 

Reyna heaved a sigh and got to her feet, though she made no effort to mask the incredibly fond smile curling over her mouth. “I suppose I should order breakfast, then.”

“Um, what just happened?” Jason asked as Reyna started picking up the mess Piper had left.

“My wife cares very deeply about the Christmas season,” Reyna said seriously. “Every year since we’ve opened, we’ve had at least one guest during December, and Piper takes great pride and pleasure in showing them everything the town has to offer for the holidays. She was very disappointed when there weren’t any scheduled guests this year.”

Jason’s face paled. “Oh. I, um, I don’t really do Christmas,” he stammered. “I mean, I’m fine with other people doing it, but it’s not really for me, you know?”

Reyna considered that for a moment before she rested her hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye. For one moment, she looked exactly like the stern, severe girl he’d known in high school. “You have never met anyone quite like Piper McLean, have you?”

“Um, no.”

“In that case, I’d like to offer you some advice.” She looked somehow more serious than before. “I suggest that you surrender now, in order to maintain your dignity.”

Jason sighed and he mentally glowered at the little voice in his head, suddenly absent from the conversation. This is all your fault.

*-*-*

Leo stuffed his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth from his heels to his toes, watching the way his breath puffed up in steamy little clouds in the air before him. He loved and respected Piper, and was perfectly willing to indulge her in things that made her happy, but did she really have to decide to be obsessed with the cold-time holiday? Why couldn’t she have been obsessed with Halloween or something? Leo liked Halloween. It was fun and he got candy and it wasn’t so damn cold. But no. Piper liked Christmas, which meant that Leo spent more than his fair share of time outside in the cold during December because he loved his sister or whatever.

The tree-lighting ceremony was probably Leo’s least-favorite Christmas activity, because it was boring on top of being cold. The whole event was just a bunch of people milling around and waiting for the mayor to give her little Christmas speech about how much she loved the people of this town before she flipped a switch and all the lights on the tree and the street lamps turned on in sequence. It was pretty, sure, but it wasn’t exactly any prettier than it was literally any other night of December, so Leo didn’t really see the point. Unfortunately, Piper didn’t feel that way. In fact, she felt the opposite. She saw the lighting ceremony as the official start of the Christmas Season (and yes, both words were capitalized), which made it one of her favorite events. For that reason, and that reason alone, Leo went to the tree-lighting ceremony every year, and he only ever complained about it a little bit.

“Leo! There he is! I see him! Leo!”

Leo turned around just in time to see Piper before she all but tackled him in a hug. He laughed brightly, but hugged her back. “Geeze, Pipes, you act like you haven’t seen me in years. I was literally at your house this morning.”

“It’s a bit of a shame you didn’t stay longer,” Reyna commented, materializing at Piper’s side like she always did. “We could have used some good breakfast.”

“I made a great breakfast!”

“And then proceeded to drop it on the floor.”

Leo arched an eyebrow at Piper. “Why the hell did you drop breakfast on the floor?”

“I was distracted.”

“What were you–” Jason walked up then, and Leo cut himself off from how hard he was biting the inside of his lips to keep from doubling over in wheezing hysterics. “Ah. Nevermind.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jason huffed. “Laugh it up.”

“No, no! It looks, um.” Leo looked Jason up and down and bit his tongue to keep from laughing again. “It, uh, suits you.”

Jason scowled at him, very easily picking up on Leo’s very obvious lie. Jason was still wearing his charcoal peacoat from the night before, as well as the thin gold wire glasses, but he was more than a little disheveled. His thick blond hair was all fluffed up and scruffy on one side, his glasses sat slightly crooked on his face, and there was a red mark high on his cheekbone that Leo got the feeling was going to bruise. But more importantly than that, he was wearing a sweater, over his coat, that was bright red with silver tinsel striped sleeves and a pair of ice skating reindeer, complete with pom-pom noses, splashed front and center across his chest. 

Jason looked him up and down and furrowed his brow. “Where’s your sweater? Piper was very insistent that they were not optional.”

Leo hiked up a brow and pulled the front of his coat open just enough to show off the sparkly dark green sweater he was wearing, even if all of the tree decoration detailing stayed hidden. “I am wearing one. But I was smart enough to put mine on before Piper had to wrestle it on me.”

“She’s only, like, five five. I figured I would win that fight,” Jason admitted. “I wasn’t expecting her to call in Reyna as reinforcements. I certainly wasn’t expecting Reyna to actually do it.”

Leo nodded sagely. “You gotta remember that Reyna’s favorite side hustle is playing wife knight.”

“I have no clue what you’re saying to me.”

Leo laughed brightly and squeezed Jason’s bicep. “Just know that it’s always in your best interest to let Piper do what she wants in December.”

“That’s what Reyna said, too,” Jason sighed.

“Well, Reyna is the only person on the planet who might know Pipes even better than me, so you should probably listen to her.”

Suddenly, Piper whirled around on them, eyes narrowed. “Would you two be quiet?” she hissed. “Annabeth is about to speak.”

“We literally weren’t even bothering you,” Leo hissed back. “Mind your business.”

“Well, you’re bothering me now, so hush.”

Leo blew a raspberry at her, but she just rolled her eyes and faced the front again, so Leo let the subject drop. Then, he felt Jason come up right behind him and lean in so that his low, quiet voice was very close to Leo’s face. “What, exactly, is going on here? Piper was going to tell me, but she kept getting distracted.”

Leo fought back the urge to shiver, and gestured up at the stage with his mittened hand, where Annabeth was speaking into the microphone. “It’s the tree-lighting ceremony. Up there is Annabeth Chase. She’s mayor, and has been for almost a decade. Every year she makes this big speech about how glad she is that she gets to be mayor and how much she appreciates everyone and that she hopes to be able to continue to serve the community in any way we’ll have her, then she turns on the Christmas lights.”

Jason wrinkled his nose in distaste. “So, what? Is it some kind of campaign thing then? I’m a little surprised Piper’s interested in that.”

Leo shrugged, doing his best to not bump the bottom of Jason’s chin with his shoulder, seeing as the other man was still hovering right next to his cheek. “Eh, that’s not really what it is, though. Annabeth is just, like, really passionate about local government. She actually dropped out of college to run for mayor, she cares so much. I don’t think anyone even ran against her last time. Everyone just likes her and she does a good job. She’s really just doing this to welcome in the Christmas season, or whatever.”

“Huh. I wouldn’t have figured that.” Jason stood up straight, finally returning Leo’s personal space, which he definitely wasn’t even a little disappointed in. 

“And with that,” Annabeth announced, her magnified voice carrying over the small crowd that had gathered around the big central Christmas tree, “I would like to wish everyone in town a very merry Christmas!”

She flipped the cartoonishly large switch in her hand, and the tree lit up, one section at a time, starting from the bottom and ending with a glowing star at the top. When that finished, the lights seemed to grow out from the tree, following the path out like an electric snowflake, the twinkling lights chasing one another off down the little side streets attached to the central plaza. Everyone in the crowd cheered, and Piper grabbed the front of Reyna’s jacket to pull her down into a kiss, cliché foot pop and everything included.

Leo turned to maybe make a joke about the whole thing to Jason, only to see that the other man was staring up at the tree in something akin to wonder. He blinked slowly, his eyes wide and so very blue behind his glasses, and the bright lights and flashing colors made their home dancing across his cheeks instead of on the tree and Leo had to take a moment to catch his breath. He suddenly caught himself thinking that maybe Piper was right. Maybe the lights were prettier tonight than they were any other night. 

[lazy--lillies]

How much of my mother has my mother left in me? How much of my father am I destined to become? Will it wash out in the water, or is it always blood?

-In the Blood, John Mayer

On Piper and her journey throughout The Lost Hero

References:

The Birth of Venus (Sandro Botticelli), The Iliad - Book 3 (Homer), The Lost Hero (Rick Riordan), My 1980s and Other Essays (Wayne Koestenbaum), Cherokee Masks (source cited below), The Art Lover (Carole Maso), Journal Entry (Anne Sexton), The Lost Hero (Rick Riordan), Thumb (Dad), The Horse, The Wheel, and Language (David W. Anthony), The Lost Hero (Rick Riordan), The Iliad (Homer), Helen of Troy (Evelyn De Morgan), The Oresteia (Anne Carson), Reviving Ophelia (Mary Pipher), Remembrance of Things Past (Michael Proust), The Lost Hero (Rick Riordan), The Birth of Aphrodite (Ivan Aivazovsky), What My Mother and I Don't Talk About (Michele Filgate), The Trojan Woman (Euripides), All About Love: New Visions (Bell Hooks), The Lost Hero (Rick Riordan), Unknown, Mother With Child (Cherokee Art - sourced below), The Lost Hero (Rick Riordan), An Oresteia (Anne Carson), Unknown, Helen of Troy (Frederick Augustus Sandys), Hermetic Definition (H.D./Hilda Doolittle)

Link to the Cherokee art I used for this (the artists they showcase are so talented please check them out guys - they don't add artist names on the website from what I could find but if you see where those are listed please let me know as I'd love to credit them):

[dootznbootz]

This may be a long shot but would you by any chance have a post or know of any kind of post/article etc that debunks the whole “calypso was cursed to fall in love with any man who washed up on her island” thing?

Honestly, I don't know for sure? As I don't even know if like, that's even a "version" of the actual like, "Original" (AKA ancient history) myths. I'm sad to say that on the top of my head, I don't know for sure.

The most I can think of, is that Rick Riordan has that shit going on in his works with Calypso. I think he also has Bellerophon land on Ogygia. And then so on and so forth until it's Percy and Leo (save those poor boys from her, holy shit)

From what I know, in the main mythos, no one else really comes on Ogygia (???). I don't know of any articles disproving it or really talking about it in depth, as I mostly stick to like, the ODYSSEY, and what that specifically says. :3 As THAT'S what I consider "canon" lol.

Another thing, technically, I'm pretty sure that Calypso is never said specifically that she's "TRAPPED" on Ogygia. I think she just chooses to be there (fact check me on that lol)

If you want to or would like to, maybe you could send another anon ask about like,what you're trying to find this for :3 as if it's to find the actual sources for "disproving something" for Calypso's sake then I could find somethings more specific and/or even write an essay myself for you :3 If it's like finding articles to use YOURSELF as sources for an essay YOU want to write, I could try searching more :3

If you're asking about if it's an Essay I wrote about this topic, I have a couple Calypso stuff but not necessarily about this version of her "being cursed to fall in love with every man who lands on Ogygia".

[crispymarvellousdinosaurs]

I gottta get this off my chest.

The Percy Jackson show was... fine? It wasn't great and on a good day, I guess I could call it good but I think it missed the mark with some things.

1. Book accuracy. This may seem dumb given that Riordan was involved in the show but the show came about because everyone loved the books, so why deviate from the books? If it ain't broke....

2. The colour grading. Why the FUCK was this show so muted, grey and washed out visually? This is a children/YA adventure series, WHERE are the vibrant colours? Percy, and by extension the audience, is entering a new and crazy world, he is filled with awe equally as he is filled with fear but it's magical, it's mythical, it's fantastical. The colour palette should reflect this! This is not HBO, there is no need to be a try hard and turn your fun and adventurous book series into a semi serious adult fantasy drama, it ain't that Rick. You could do that with HOO but not PJO.

3. Too much Annabeth. Book/Season 2 is kickstarted with a missing Grover. Grover and Percy's friendship needed to be sold 158% this season so season 2 has some weight to it. Instead it was the percy annabeth show. Annabeth is a main character throughout the rest of the series, Grover less so. Annabeth should take up more screentime as the show goes on to show her deepening importance to Percy. She should've been the thirdwheel to Percy and Grover

4. Granted, I've not read the books in a while but it wouldn't have hurt them to lift more lines from the book. It's literally the best part of adaptations.

[penelopwgarcia]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions , Major Character Death

Category: Gen

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan

Additional Tags: Soulmates, NOT!! INCESTOUS!!, Not Beta Read, Not Incest, they're siblings and they act like such the thing is that their souls are made of the same material, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Universe, Canon Rewrite

Language: English

Chapters: 4/30 (17,061 words)

Summary:

“So, are you going to tell me now about the newbie that slaughtered the Minotaur or do you want to talk about the weather which, by the way, also will lead to a very uncomfortable conversation,” she pointed at the heavy clouds circulating the camp.

“I was actually hoping to see if you were harmed but apparently or the water washed away or all that blood came from others,” for someone who saw the birth and end of empires and trained generations of soldiers Chiron sounded disappointed. Sorrowful, even. “But I know better than to start a topic that would only lead me to talking with the wall. In this case,” he sighed, taking her lead, “I assume Mr. Jackson's actions can show an obvious resolution to anyone with eyes to see the truth. However, we cannot confirm any paternity on our own, but to expect that whatever divinity that had generated him claim him as their children.”

“U-hum.” She murmured. “But…?”

“I want you to train him.”

Which was only natural, but she couldn't not point to the fact that “You never asked me to train someone before,” she said.

“You never had a brother before,” Chiron asserted.

The Percy Jackson series told by the eldest daughter of the sea perspective

[xanikhdraws]

Annabeth wouldnt stand with bigotry as well as stealing people's art and claiming it as theirs. Neither does Rick Riordan and Becky Riordan. Neither does the PJO cast, movies, show, or musical. Neither does this artist bc she understands what it means to be an artist and how disrespectful it is to steal one's art, heck even change it to their wants. The fandom stands against you! Annabeth in the show is our Annabeth, Annabeth in the book is our Annabeth, this isn't a competition. Rick approved of Leah too, but you don't wanna talk about that. I'm guessing the "#leahisourannabeth" having a winking emoji right next to it means this is sarcasm. Which is weird considering that LEAH IS OUR ANNABETH, sarcasm or not. IF you truly think of her as Annabeth, you wouldn't white wash her and apparently dm her very nasty things. "We won". No, you lost the minute you started harassing a 14 year old girl!

[gay-little-isopod]

Hi do you have any really angsty Apollo/ Lester fics. Anyway I love your blog so much and you are very cool person <3

ur cool as well anon!!!! <3

angsty lester fics:

feast

[mando-abs]

Preface: I am an 18+ blog, so minors don’t interact and keep scrolling

I know I was gonna do notes for the new Percy Jackson book, but in true Percy Jackson ADHD fashion, I stopped like a third of the way in bc it started feeling like a chore. And now I’m making this post days after finishing it 🤷🏻

But congratulations Rick Riordan on once again attracting his target reader audience

It was really good tho. If I wasn’t so bone tired lately, I would’ve finished it two days, but it took me like four lol. So if you have problems focusing on reading for long periods of time, this book is phenomenal (granted, I read oodles of college level books last year for my degree so middle grade is like a walk in the park but…my point still stands). This book is lower stakes than the original series, but if you love Percy as much as I do, this is great 😅😅 GIVE THAT BOY A BREAK

I’ll post a few spoilers below if you’re curious and nosey on what happens but don’t want to read the book. I encourage you to look up the general synopsis tho bc I’m not gonna write about that. This is gonna be my highlights.

Poseidon is a crocs and socks guy and I couldn’t be more happy. This is my biggest highlight. I’m not joking. Like of course he is. He’s also building an infinity pool in his underwater summer getaway which is just great. He’s trying to build a relationship ship with Percy so that’s great. Percy seems to be chill with that but he knows Poseidon’s gotta work for it.

Zeus being the reason why Percy’s gotta get 3 letters of recommendation. And why his first and only kite as a kid was struck down 😭😭😭

The existence of the restaurant Himbo Juice in this book surely means that Rick is aware of the femboy Hooters meme. Like I feel it in my nuggets

Percy and Annabeth sure are Percabeth-ing in this book and it gives me life. Like I can’t pinpoint an exact moment bc it’s everywhere.

I looooooove how Ganymede is painted as a victim of grooming in this book. Bc of course. And I looooove how Iris sympathizes with him bc she understands his situation and knows how he got an even worse deal than she did in his position. It’s also interesting how Riordan hops around this within the confines of middle grade fiction.

Also Ganymede feeling obligated to fill and top off everyone’s cups (demigod or not) was a nice touch

Iris has a demigod child that only loves monochrome and it’s killing her. Amazing

Sally Jackson is living her best life with Paul and is now a published author. AND SHE’S PREGNANT 😆😆😆😆😆😆 AND PERCY IS EXCITED TO BE A BIG BROTHER 😆😆😆😆😆😆😆 oh I love it. Honestly, I could have a book just on that with him doing big brother babysitting.

Hebe has a Chuck E Cheese establishment called Hebe Jeebies where people can become younger as they play games and eat cardboard pizza. And she has killer chickens that will eat your flesh and conduct chicken fights. ALSO THE MAIN CUSTOMERS BEING BOOMERS BC THEY CANT GROW UP IS HILARIOUS. Burn.

When the trio was turned 8 temporarily, Percy was so anxious bc childhood trauma obvi. But Percy going “I don’t want to go through growing up again. I won’t. I’m so scared,” was owie.

In fact, Percy being so anxious he pressure washed (pressure bombed?) a cave is relatable. If every time I had a panic attack I became a pressure washer, my neighborhood street would be so clean.

The god of old age (whose name escapes me) being the one who stole the chalice made a lot of sense. AND PERCY EMBRACED HIM INSTEAD OF FIGHTING HIM BC HE WILL BE FIGHTING OLD AGE HIS WHOLE LIFE AND HE WANTS TO GROW OLD😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I was tearing up. I think this was really targeted toward the young adult/approaching middle age audience. Damn you Riordan

Percy broke into Zeus’ chamber in Olympus to return the chalice and the only god to notice him was Athena!!!!!! They literally went “👁️👄👁️ 👀” She’s more tolerant of Percy being Athena’s boyfriend now!!! It’s gettin serious

Hmmmmmmmm

That’s all I have to say about that

[greekfamily]

Get to know Nyx

Who is your hero? Dx

If you could live anywhere, where would it be? Oregon

What is your biggest fear? Being Alone

What is your favorite family vacation? Going to Greece

What would you change about yourself if you could? Scars

What really makes you angry? Losing my progress

What motivates you to work hard? Success

What is your favorite thing about your career? I get to study space and make movies

What is your biggest complaint about your job? having to write 10 pages on a space object and writing the script

What is your proudest accomplishment? Changing my name

What is your favorite book to read? Classical Mythology, Bad days in history, and Circe

What makes you laugh the most? Talking to friends

What did you want to be when you were small? Tech Analysis for the FBI

If you could choose to do anything for a day, what would it be? Visit my Girlfriend

Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car? Drive a car

What would you sing at Karaoke night? Epic: The Musical

Which would you rather do: wash dishes, mow the lawn, clean the bathroom, or vacuum the house? Vacuum the house

If you could hire someone to help you, would it be with cleaning, cooking, or yard work? Yard Work

If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be? Greek Egg Muffin with Greek Sesame rolls

Who is your favorite author? Rick Riordan

Have you ever had a nickname? What is it? Yes Zed (before i change my name) Night

In the evening, would you rather play a game, visit a relative, watch a movie, or read? Read

Would you rather vacation in Hawaii or Alaska, and why? Alaska because i like the cold

Who would you want to be stranded with on a deserted island? Dx

Who knows you the best? Dx

 If you could go back in time, what year would you travel to? 900 BCE because it is when Ancient Greece started

 If you could share a meal with any 4 individuals, living or dead, who would they be? Dx, Dem, Hest, Hera

Who was your first crush? Dx

How many languages do you speak? 14 English, Greek, Russian, Arabic, Italian, French, Latin, Spanish, French, Norwegian, Finnish, Swedish, Polish, and German

What do you believe in? Greek, Hawaiian, Egyptian, Hindu, and Norse Mythology

[queenjunothegreat]

*(comes skidding into the room ten minutes late)* I HAVE MY VALENTINES DAY FIC, PLEASE DON'T MARK ME ABSENT!!!!

Ahem. Moving on. I have for you all a fluffy little cuddle sesh with touch starved Leo and two teenage boys who are very obviously head over heels for each other being PAINFULLY awkward. It's a sorta prequel thing to And ease thy soul with slumber bright, so you KNOW I had to cash in on being a pretentious bitch and use another Dunbar poem. Enjoy!

May I present my Valentine's Day fic: As the bird flies home to its welcome nest

Jason snorted. “I can’t believe you two wanted me to watch that. I still don't understand why the car just flew away at the end.” “It’s dramatic and from the 70's. Don't think about it too hard,” Leo dismissed. “And I wasn't talking about the movie. I was talking about our little bro cuddle sesh.” Jason winced and shrunk into himself. “Sorry. I know it's weird. I won’t do it next time.” A wave of panic unlike anything Leo had ever felt before washed over him, making his blood run cold. “No! That's not– I'm not, like, mad or whatever. I was just thinking about it.” “Okay,” Jason said slowly“And what were you thinking about it?” “I dunno,” Leo admitted, fiddling with his fingers. “I didn't, uh, hate it or anything. I just was wondering why, I guess?” “Why what?” Leo cleared his throat. “Why you, um. Why you did it.” “I dunno,” Jason said, just as awkwardly as Leo. “I just like it.” *** Leo was normal, okay? Well, not really, but he'd been a lot more normal before Jason went and decided that casual cuddling was going to be A Thing they did sometimes, and now Leo can't think about anything but reliving that experience.

It had been two nights – sixty-one hours – since Piper had bullied him away from working on the Argo II. She had insisted he needed a break, and Leo had insisted that he’d only take a break if they used the time to educate Jason on his wildly lacking culture, so they'd agreed to force Jason to watch Grease because Piper was a sucker for musicals and, more specifically, the Pink Ladies. (It was also Leo’s mom's favorite movie, and he hadn’t seen it since he was eight, but this was supposed to be a No Bummer Zone, so he kept that bit of information to himself.) Piper had stolen one of the bean bag chairs Drew used for Aphrodite Cabin movie nights, so she was perched happily on the floor, which left the make-shift futon Leo had fashioned out of two of the empty bunks for him and Jason to share. Leo hadn't minded, obviously, but he was… surprised when Jason decided to sit right next to him. There had been mere inches between them, or, well, there had until Jason decided to sling his arm over Leo's shoulders and tug him in to close that tiny gap that had been the last bastion for Leo’s sanity. Leo didn’t say a word for the rest of the movie, his brain far too fried to string together words. Jason and Piper probably noticed his odd behavior, but they were both nice enough to not say anything. 

It started out small. An absolutely meaningless gesture that anyone but Leo would have forgotten about. But Leo didn't forget. He played it over and over again in his mind until he thought he was going to go insane. 

Since then, Leo hadn't been able to focus on anything but that golden 110 minute dream of being tucked into Jason’s side, and it was really starting to stress him out because he didn't know why he was so fixated on it. It wasn’t like he’d never had a hug before. Sure, he’d gone an unfortunately long time without one following his mom’s death, but he’d had Piper at Wilderness. And, yeah, maybe she wasn't the most touchy-feely person on the planet, but she gave him hugs and squeezed his hand, and they’d even shared a bed on more than one occasion. 

But that was different. All those times with Piper had felt like they were desperately clinging to each other in the middle of a storm, buoying themselves and dragging the other's head above the waves. He loved Piper, and he'd needed that contact with her. They were each other's only life line, and the only thing that kept Leo in one piece, but it was different than what Jason had offered him with that one meaningless gesture. With Jason, that same storm was still there, but he felt like someone had dragged him under cover. Like someone was holding him safe and secure until the storm had passed. It was strange to not feel like he was drowning, and that lack of fear scared him in a way that made his heart race. 

He was working on the Argo II, like he was supposed to, and thinking about Jason, which he wasn't supposed to, while Jason made himself at home in the little nest he'd found. Jason was weirdly good at finding all of Leo’s little sleeping nooks, not that he knew what they were, and he happily made himself right at home in them. Normally, any time someone stumbled upon Leo’s hidden beds, he’d panic and move it immediately, but there was something about the sight of Jason cozied up in Leo’s pillows and blankets and flipping through a book on military history that put Leo’s mind at ease. 

That's not to say it wasn’t distracting as hell, though.

Leo huffed out a sigh of frustration and stood up from his drafting table, blueprints for the exploding watermelon ballista abandoned. Instead, he slunk over to Jason’s side. He'd been very proud of this nook when he'd found it. It was tucked between some of the older drafting tables that nobody but him bothered to use, and it was positioned in such a way that you couldn't see it unless you approached it head-on. If he curled up in his little nest and stayed absolutely quiet, it would probably take days for anyone (other than Jason and Piper) to find him.

Jason wasn't concerned with staying hidden, though. In fact, he seemed determined to make sure Leo was keenly aware of his presence at all times, based on the way he shifted around and hummed softly and even read aloud passages he though Leo might find interesting. When he noticed Leo crouched at the entrance to the nest, he beamed. “Hey, Leo.”

“Well, don't you look comfy?” Leo quipped, arching an eyebrow at him.

“Very,” Jason confirmed, stretching like a dog that had just been woken up from a nap. “What’s up?”

“Just thinking.”

“Yeah? About what?”

Leo considered lying. He had probably a million things he was expected to be thinking about, and a million more that Jason would believe. But he didn’t want to lie. “About movie night.”

Jason snorted. “I can’t believe you two wanted me to watch that. I still don't understand why the car just flew away at the end.”

“It’s dramatic and from the 70's. Don't think about it too hard,” Leo dismissed. “And I wasn't talking about the movie. I was talking about our little bro cuddle sesh.”

Jason winced and shrunk into himself, which was a kind of funny sight, seeing as the dude was built like a brick shed. “Sorry. I know it's  weird. I didn’t mean to, like, hold you captive or whatever. I won’t do it next time.”

A wave of panic unlike anything Leo had ever felt before washed over him, making his blood run cold. “No! That's not– I'm not, like, mad or whatever. I was just thinking about it.”

“Okay,” Jason said slowly, drawing out the word. He closed his book to show he was giving Leo his full attention. “And what were you thinking about it?”

“I dunno,” Leo admitted, fiddling with his fingers. “I didn't, uh, hate it or anything. I just was wondering why, I guess?”

“Why what?”

Leo cleared his throat. “Why you, um. Why you did it.”

“I dunno,” Jason said, just as awkwardly as Leo. “I just like it.”

“Like what?”

Jason’s face was scarlet at this point. “Um, just being near you? I just saw you sitting next to me and thought,  ‘Hey, look. There's Leo. Let's get as close to him as possible!’ And you didn’t, like, complain or anything, so I thought it was fine. Sorry if it wasn't.” 

“No, it was, um, definitely fine.” Leo cleared his throat, and he was pretty sure that his hair was about to go up in flames if it wasn't already. “You can do it basically whenever.”

Jason looked at him hard, like he was looking for a lie in Leo’s face. “And what would you say if I asked for it now?”

“Yes!” Leo blurted out. He clapped his hands over his mouth but he was eons too late to keep the word trapped, so all he could do was damage control and try to salvage what remained of his shattered ego. “I mean, uh, yeah. If you want to, that is. It's whatever.”

Jason's eyes sparkled with amusement at Leo’s pathetic attempts at nonchalance, but he didn’t make fun. He never made fun. Instead, he opened his arms for a hug and arched an eyebrow in challenge. “Well, then. What are you waiting for?” Leo’s gut instinct screamed to dive bomb the nest and burrow so close to Jason that they fused at the atomic level, but hesitance beat it back. Jason apparently picked up on that hesitance because he gave Leo a soft, encouraging smile. “I'm not pressuring you or anything, okay? You can back out whenever you want, just tell me and we'll stop.”

Leo scoffed. “You're not taking my virginity, Superman. Chillax.”

Jason turned cherry red and sputtered, and normally Leo would tease him about his delicate sensibilities, but he had other things on his mind. So instead, he slowly crawled in next to Jason, every muscle tensed and every nerve on high alert. He felt like an overwound spring, like he would explode with one wrong move. Jason didn't make a wrong move because of course he didn't because Jason, apparently, couldn’t do anything wrong. He just laid perfectly still and let Leo approach him like the neurotic little weirdo he was. His blue eyes gleamed with unrestrained delight like he was about to get a lifetime's worth of Christmas presents instead of a hug.

Leo wanted to lay down with plenty of space between him and Jason, but his nests were designed with just him in mind, not him and his behemoth of a best friend, so personal space was a myth, and not one of the myths that tried to kill them every other Tuesday. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about it, but Jason was obviously pleased with the whole situation despite the fact that his cuddle buddy was impersonating a two by four. Leo figured that probably wasn't super fair to Jason, seeing as the whole cuddle session was Leo's idea in the first place, so he took a deep, calming breath and rolled over so his front was pressed in close to Jason’s side. Jason stayed absolutely still for a moment to see what Leo would do before his big hand started stroking up and down Leo’s back with a deep, soothing pressure.

They both laid in absolute silence for a moment before Jason's quiet voice washed over them. “Leo?”

“Mm?”

“You're shaking.” Leo didn't have a response that wasn't snappish and defensive and just plain mean, so he kept his mouth shut and pressed his face harder into Jason’s chest. “I'm gonna try something. If you don’t like it, lemme know and we'll stop.”

“You're never beating the deflowering allegations at this point,” Leo quipped. Jason bit him softly on the cheek as a reprimand, but he was still laughing, so Leo figured he wasn't really in trouble. “Alright, Superman. Hit me with whatever you've got cooking in that pretty little noggin of yours.”

“Okay,” Jason agreed easily. “But you've gotta tell me if you don’t like it. Promise?”

“Promise.”

Jason nodded, and then, for several seconds, nothing happened. They just laid there next to each other in that same somewhat tense silence from before. Leo was about to ask what, exactly, Jason’s grand plan was, but then he surged into action.

With the same precision, speed, and strength he used to take down monsters, Jason rolled over and wrapped his arms around Leo. He pulled Leo so tight to his chest that it almost hurt, and rolled them both so that Leo was flat on his back and Jason was laying on top of him, using his big gigantor body to cover Leo from his neck all the way down to his toes. Jason was heavy, and Leo could feel his weight pressing him down into the nest with pressure that made his head spin, but Jason had braced himself so that Leo could take in deep, heaving gasps, completely unrestricted. 

“Is this okay?” Jason asked softly, his breath fanning over Leo’s neck and ear. Leo wasn’t sure if his voice was actually pitched down an octave or if he was just losing his mind, but holy shit he could feel the way each and every syllable vibrated from Jason's chest directly into his own. Unfortunately, Leo was so caught up in his musings that he kind of forgot to respond to Jason’s direct question. “Leo? Answer me.”

Leo wanted to whimper at the sound of his name coming from Jason's mouth. He'd always been largely ambivalent towards his name, but somehow Jason's deep gentle voice made those three letters sound like a heavenly chorus. He took a deep breath and tried to center his thoughts, not wanting to say something embarrassing like “I would sell my soul for two more minutes of this.” Instead, he said something somehow more embarrassing.

“Please do that again.”

Leo desperately wanted to cringe out of existence, but Jason just looked at him with that gentle, open curiosity. “Do what, exactly?”

“The, um,” Leo swallowed heavily, trying to ignore his own humiliation. Still. In for a penny, in for a pound. “The talking?”

“Talking?”

“Yeah. I can, um–” Leo focused very hard on not bursting into flame– “feel it? Your chest, like, vibrates and stuff.”

“Oh.” Jason blushed, and they were so close Leo could feel the heat radiating off of him. “Okay, let me try something.”

Jason took a deep breath and started making a low rumbling sound from deep in his lungs, and Leo melted into a puddle of goo. It took a moment for everything to click, but Leo soon realized that Jason was growling, just like he had in that cave with Lycaon and his evil wolf pack. It made Leo feel a little better about being a neurotic little weirdo because at least Jason was a semi-feral little weirdo to balance him out. More importantly, though, it made vibrations rattle through Leo all the way down to the atoms of his bone marrow. 

“Holy shit,” Leo squeaked. “Did you just fucking growl at me?”

“Um. If I say yes, are you gonna make fun of me?”

 “Dude! human people are not supposed to be able to do that!”

Jason’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he stared down at him. “To be fair I'm only half human.”

“Yeah, and the other half is god not dog. G-O-D, not D-O-G. I know you've got dyslexia, but this is kindergarten stuff, man.”

Jason laughed at him, and somehow that was even better than the growling. “I'll try and keep that in mind.” Then he looked a little shy. “Did you, um, like it? I figured that would do the whole vibrations thing more than just talking would.”

“It was, uh, it was fine,” Leo lied. Honestly, it was more than fine. Probably too much more than fine because Leo thought he might burst into tears and or flames if Jason tried it again. “But you don't have to do anything special. You can just… talk.”

“Oh, okay. That works.” Jason smiled at him. “I like talking to you.”

Okay, scratch that. Leo was going to burst into tears amd or flames with or without the growling. “Uh, yeah. Same, dude. I like talking to you, too.”

Jason looked very pleased about that and even a little surprised like Leo’s incredibly embarrassing crush wasn’t Camp Half-Blood’s worst kept secret. His eyes traced over Leo’s face for a moment before his eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Leo?”

“Yeah, Supes?”

“Are you okay?”

Leo’s gut instinct to deflect and tell a stupid, unfunny joke and lie through his teeth reared its ugly head, but he bit it back. Instead, he pursed his lips and darted his gaze away from Jason’s bright blue eyes. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, you kinda look like you're about to puke.”

That actually startled a laugh out of Leo, but he still couldn't meet Jason's eye. “Well, I kinda feel like I’m about to puke, so that makes sense.”

“Oh. Is… that a good thing?”

“Believe it or not, yeah, it kinda is.” Jason made a little questioning noise, and Leo let out an embarrassed huff. “I’m just… a little overwhelmed, dude. I'm not exactly used to this kinda stuff.” To be fair, Leo was pretty sure that a perfectly well-adjusted person with a completely normal relationship with physical affection would have been at least a little overwhelmed by Jason’s whole… Jason-ness. An apparently touch-starved little trauma junkie like him didn't stand a chance.

“But it's a good overwhelmed, right?” Jason asked seriously. 

Leo's cheeks were probably scarlet, but he still looked up at Jason and grinned. “Yeah, Jace. It's a very good overwhelmed.”

Jason just did that thing he did sometimes where he smiled at Leo like the sun shone out of his ass, then he reached up and pinched one of Leo's curls, presumably smothering a little fire that had sparked to life. “Yeah? I'm glad.”

Leo decided that he’d had quite enough of being observed for the moment, so he tucked his chin and burrowed his face down in the miniscule space between his and Jason's chests, leaving only his hair exposed. This did mean that he was practically breathing in Jason, but at least he could keep what remained of his shattered dignity like this. Jason hummed softly and hugged Leo just a little tighter. 

After a while, Leo spoke, his voice tiny and muffled from where he was still hidden away. “Jace?”

“Hmm?”

“Can we, um. Do this again?”

Jason paused for a moment, and if Leo hadn't been so thoroughly pinned under 230 pounds of solid Roman demigod muscle, he probably would have bolted, but he was pretty well and good stuck. Jason pulled back just enough to nuzzle at Leo’s face until their foreheads were pressed together. He smiled so gently Leo thought for sure he was gonna cry. “I'd like that. It'd make me really happy.”

Leo let out a breathless giggle. “Okay, cool. Consider yourself cuddle-buddied, then, dude.”

Jason’s eyes shone like stars, and he bumped their noses together. “Whenever you want, I’ll be ready, yeah? I've always got you.”

“Yeah,” Leo breathed around the heart in his throat. “You've always got me.”

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On the Road to Hell There Was a... Camp?

https://ift.tt/4586Hos by bluejaydrawz "Tell me how this is gonna help again?" Orpheus mumbled, staring at the tree in front of him. "My boy, you can't wash dishes and clean tables for the rest of your life. You need to live, meet people who are like you," Hermes said kindly, patting Orpheus on the back. The forest around him felt mildly haunting. "But... I'm not like them, am I?" he murmured. He wasn't a demigod. Even though his mother was a muse, his father was mortal. "Nonsense. Doesn't matter if you haven't got gold blood running through your veins, you're family, Orpheus," Hermes smiled in the way he always did, the way that made Orpheus feel at home. "Now go on," he gave the boy a little shove, and Orpheus walked through the barrier into Camp Half-Blood. Words: 2633, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Hadestown - Mitchell, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Orpheus (Hadestown), Eurydice (Hadestown), Hermes (Hadestown), Dionysus (Percy Jackson), Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson, Grover Underwood, Nymphs (Percy Jackson), Nymph | Nymphs (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Hades (Hadestown), Persephone (Hadestown) Relationships: Eurydice/Orpheus (Hadestown), Hades/Persephone (Hadestown), Hermes & Orpheus (Hadestown), Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Angst and Romance, Romance, Tragic Romance, Tragic everything, Semi-Canon Compliant, but not really, Crossover, Soulmates, Suicidal Thoughts, these tags are incredibly out of order, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Not Beta Read, Parental Hermes (Hadestown), Autistic Orpheus (Hadestown), Cuddling & Snuggling, Eurydice (Hadestown) Needs a Hug, Orpheus (Hadestown) Needs a Hug, Camp Half-Blood (Percy Jackson), My First AO3 Post, Help how do I tag, Lyric References via AO3 works tagged 'Hadestown - Mitchell' https://ift.tt/16dnAlF

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ICHORMYTH.TUMBLR.COM: a blog for both original and canon characters, set within the percy jackson universe by rick riordan. explored by florence.

i. this is an independent, highly private and extremely selective roleplay blog for various characters set within rick riordan's percy jackson. i reserve no right to the source material.

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ix. to introduce myself: my alias is florence, but most people tend to call me flo. i am twenty three years old and use she / they pronouns. i am also cis, white and bi-oriented aroace. i recently quit college to focus on my therapy treatment, which tends to be 8+ hours a week. this means i’m tired a lot, so please be patient with me.