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😭😭 poor Apollo :(

God the stories of his loves are so tragic, why y'all gotta do him like this 😭

Ouch 😭 I know Commodus is a bad guy at this hurts ;n; GIVE APOLLO A BREAK U MONSTERS

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Daphne: How am I supposed to reject a guy without having to friendzone him as compensation? ...Like I don't even want to be his friend...

Apollo:... You know I can hear you, right?

Daphne: Oops, my bad! *turns into a tree*

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PJO Show

It seems like the Percy Jackson TV series is going to be live-action. I don’t have any objection to that (and actually am usually biased towards live-action), but I think PJO would work so well if it was animated instead. 

There’s huge potential for visuals in a lot of important scenes, and there’s also always the worry of things like “floating Mt. Olympus” not looking quite right

It would help a lot for the production + editing- like, people are gonna notice the details like Percy being dry in the water

The characters themselves- almost every character in PJO is seen multiple times, and the little details of their appearance get brought up a lot over the series.

Would possibly allow for little bits of thought narration, because we all know that Percy’s mind is where the sass truly shines

I think that if the show was done in the style of Spider Man- Into the SpiderVerse, it would work very very well. Tone down the comic book elements a lot, but in terms of action/movement, I think that it would fit Percy Jackson perfect. Again, if they do lean a bit more into the graphic novel-turned cinema more heavily, then that allows for more seamless use of mental-narration, like Miles had a couple times

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"I listened to Home from Beauty and the Beast the musical at exactly 3 am. I am now departing Earth."

- i who cried at 3 am and never slept

[imkindaintopans]

HIRAETH CHAPTER 1

i’ll be honest, this is just a random idea while reading mark of athena.

so here i am, writing an au fanfiction series in the percy jackson universe. May Uncle Rick bless thee fanfic and you too! hope you like it.

bunch of ocs, like a bunch 

-procrastinating author

summary (without spoiling): An introduction to one of our ocs... that’s it. I’m sorry I really can’t say anything more for now, forgive me readers

pairing: percy jackson x oc

warnings: my 1st fanfiction here and also some angsty stuff (ex. cheating, greek stuffs and a bit of death? can’t spoil sorry.)

series: prophecy (advices to read this before proceeding)

I.

Earth’s Son

G E O

He closes his eyes shut. Trying to ignore the noises around him, Geo hid behind a pillar. He was getting tired of the celebration repeated every day. Humans, offering the food they farmed themselves, the water they stored for the heat and the money they need, only to prove their existence on the temples they built on their own. Praying and kneeling to stones. It was pitiful.

‘The Light has shone to the Gods!’

He can’t help but to chuckle at the mortal praises. Really, it is ridiculous. “What are you smiling at, Uncle?” A sudden messenger popped beside him. Geo only glared, “Stop calling me your uncle, Hermes.”

The young god smiled in return. “But you are my father’s brother, Uncle Geo.”

He peeked at the worshipper below them, “I thought you don’t like attending such parties.” Geo sighed as he started walking away, Hermes immediately followed after him. “Where are you going now?”

“Away.”

“Why?”

Geo stopped. He stared at the boy that’s tailing him. Hermes only stared back out of confusion, before realizing the answer after a minute, “I-Is it... B-Because of me?” His voice sadly shrunken as he ceased following Geo.

Geo, being guilted by the sudden pouting, shook his head slowly. “No. It’s not because of you- Well. Not because of ONLY you.”

“I don’t get it.”

“... Since you’re here, that means that Zeus will follow next, am I right? Or Is he here already?”

“Zeus? Yes, Father will-“ Hermes looked at Geo with eyes widening, “Oh. I forgot. You two are still in quarrel.”

Nodding once, Geo continued to leave.

He recalled what happened the last time he saw the God of the Sky,

"Punishing him was unnecessary." His eyes finally looked directly to the figure in of him, “N-No. Punishing him with this- It’s... This is isn’t right.”

Zeus responded as he stood, he was always taller than Geo- a physique he always feared. "You are right. Perhaps it is too merciful. Maybe changing-" 

"Did you even hear me?" Geo snapped. "I said this isn’t right! That means that you’re- You’re not right. Prometheus gave them fire. Fire! I cannot understand why-" He stopped, trying to form his thoughts. Humanity is a painting, nothing but a picture being trapped in a canvas. Displayed only to be looked at and to be waited until it rot and be faded for so long. 

Though it troubled him to see these petty beings being played at. He isn't one to involve himself in their matters. Geo never cared for paintings, that was meant for another God's talent not his. 

He handed to himself his truth- That these creatures weren't the painters. They do not hold the brush to their end. Even to their minds, they cannot comprehend that they are only created, only to be used to fill in desires. A pitiful and lifeless portrait, 

... Yet they always appear to be moving.

Perhaps these characters are reaching to escape their frames, trying to continue the masterpiece themselves. Quite rather rebellious choices from them, he would say. But still-

Is it wrong that Geo admired that about them?

Maybe...

"Prometheus can seek foresight and avoid this future." Maybe a different point of view will give him an answer. 

"Yet challenging the fates, he took that risk and still helped them. Isn't that enough to convince you? Let humankind grow on their own, they weren't created to only obey your enjoyment. Why give them life if you'll only strangle them out of it?" Despite backing away for a second, he regained composure. He stared back to the God, only to be met by an amused smile. It irked him. 

This is a god. Specifically one that shared a part of himself as they both have the same mother- 

Mother. What a word. 

It disgusts him, having to carry the fact that he's one of... These 'Gods'. These so-called figures, hollow pieces of marbles and stones that present images of perfection that lies are full of disappointment. These charlatans of faith. 

"My brother, you seem too inclined with the mortals. Perhaps you want to follow the Titan's footsteps and accompany him into enchainment."

The air around them became colder. Geo felt it again, that fear. He was looking up to the God in front of him. He tensed up, hiding his attempt to gulp as he stopped himself from saying anymore. 

He caught his reflection on a silver platter in front of him. It was placed on a long table, surrounded by feast of foods yet it had nothing upon it. It was just a used dirty, silver plate. Showing a murky face too familiar of his, 

He had enough. The realization struck him. He wasn't one of them, he never was and he never will be. He didn't want to waste his purpose to walk behind these false gods. He is his own. Not anyone's. 

Trying to fight the coldness, he closed his eyes. Silently breathes. He can’t do anything for now, and he shouldn’t. Throwing more words to this argument isn’t worth of his time. He calmly bowed his head and apologizes to Zeus, something that he knows is too forced to be even accepted.

“I apologize for raising my voice.”

He heard the God’s obnoxious laugh. He waited it to subside only to listen to his gritted farewell, “How funny, you are- It seems that the mind of yours is getting thicker. You should stop its growth before it gets over your head... Be careful next time, brother.”

Bullshit. If he could, he could just-

“Uncle!”

Geo stopped his tracks to meet the panting Hermes. “Hermes. Didn’t I told you to stop calling me-”

“Uncle. Yeah, I k-know. Could you just wait? I want to go with you.”

Raising an eyebrow, he turned his attention. “Don’t you rather stay with the celebration? They might miss you.”

The young messenger gasped dramatically, “No way! I only came here because Art told me that you’re here, Uncle- Geo. I meant. Also... It’s getting boring staying there. Mortals keep shouting that ‘The Light has shone to the Gods!’, when they’re only blocking the sun and standing too picturesque to look good.”

Following his bit long complaining, “Pfft.” Geo let out a subtle laugh. Surprised, Hermes only smiled at his uncle.

“Fine... Come with me. But please avoid talking too much, it getting more annoying lately.” He walked first.

“Of course!” He ran after, “Have I already told you about what happened to Daphne? I heard Apollo tried to court her again.”

“... No. What happened?”

“He deserved it. Daphne punched him. Really, really hard...”

Geo only nod along. Despite the stubbornness, he still can’t help but to listen to his nephew.

He woke up.

Stumbling, he got up. He could feel the grass around him. His eyesight is still blurry, but there isn’t any injury he could that could have caused. Maybe he’s just dizzy. He closes his eyes to regain something, though it lays no importance.

Geo knew that Zeus would never kill him, even after what he did, he couldn't. That bastard still has some mercy left for the young titan.

He ordered for him to be forgotten, he is no longer their brother or a god, not that he was in the first place. His name shall not be mentioned as well, even to the smallest temple or prayer. Could you imagine what would happen if he did something worse? What if he completely destroyed his statue- That'd be fun. Why didn't he think of that?

He laughed as he opened his eyes. He was somewhat regretting this decision. Was he too radical in his actions? Yes. Yes he was.

The Gods gave him a chance to live- a normal and quiet life ‘underneath’ Olympus. He smiled at the thought, "Is this what you want, Mother?"

“Aren’t I lucky?” He stared. There’s a cliff. Dark and rocky, “I could jump there if you just signed so."

After completing his staring contest with the peddle beside his foot, he leaned to the nearest tree to watch the scenery in front of him. Across the cliff, a bunch of trees and meadows waved back at him. It was peaceful,

Hermes's right. This world is quite strange.

If he could see him now, he surely would make fun of him being too sentimental.

... Will he visit me one day? How long will I wait?

I’m afraid that I am destined to stay here. Alone.

For I cannot leave Earth... As I am her Son.

[imkindaintopans]

THE HIRAETH PROPHECY

Offer the gifts of the revelation  And the fate will give salvation.  Nine children are to be blessed,  Seeking Fate will be their quest. 

The steps of the messenger,  The Flames seeking from a hammer,  The Heart of the Sea sunken by the water,  From Blood offered by the sky,  To Desires seen through an eye,  A sword sworn by sun ablazing,  A mind shadowed by darkness awaiting,  Offer the death of a death alone,  Vanish the should be child that is unknown.  For the final cure,  Sacrifice the wisdom of the pure.

Follow the mark of the pillars' silhouette.   A path you will never see but never forget.  Soon death will take place and start the race.  Soon the chance you gained will be erased. 

The Titans will arise and clear above.  Spare only dusk and souls will be enough.

Next Part:

Chapter 1