#pan pjo

[imperatrice21]

Ever thought about how Hermes lost two of his most loved sons during the Titan war. Not only his favorite son, Luke, but also Pan who faded forever.

[newlyfoundwren]

One of the things that I think was unfortunately missing from the show (and would have fixed a lot of people perception of Luke and how he should be viewed going forwards) is him littering in the forest.

It seems like such a small detail but we were told by Grover that Pan went missing because humans won’t stop destroying the environment. He care so much about the environment in Percy Jackson makes sense when in this world chopping down trees kills the dryads who live there. Apollo is distraught when the six dryads who never give their names in the hidden oracle sacrifice themselves.

So to see Luke just being so careless about the environment is so telling to his character. He’s careless about people’s lives, including his own. Thalia says as much during the last Olympian when she tells Percy how Luke would continue to antagonize monsters even after they could escape. It translates into the shoes when he gives them to Percy. In all of his planning, he forgot to think that Percy wouldn’t wear the shoes because Zeus would strike him out of the sky.

[nyxdreamweaver]

Hot Take: Gaia/Gaea should've been a morally gray antagonist in HOO.

In the first series, Kronos wanted to wage war on Olympus and take the throne. So having Gaea do the same thing in HOO makes the series so boring.

At least change the motivation for Gaea and why she does everything. Like, maybe she got tired of pollution and how humanity treats nature despite all that she did for them.

Maybe it's revenge for killing Pan (yk, the lord of the wild that Grover spent five plus books looking for, the one who died in PJATO, and had Grover crowned as the new lord of the wild? Remember him?)

Not to mention the amount of hype and build-up there was for her, and the fight only lasted a couple pages!? Last I checked: Gaea is a PRIMORDIAL, one of the FIRST protogenoi and the literal EARTH HERSELF. And yet Hazel, Leo, and Piper all manage defeat her so quickly?

Listen, I LOVE those guys to DEATH so much, and I know they are pretty strong, but they're not THAT powerful enough to take down a PRIMORDIAL ALONE without the help of a GOD.

The war against Kronos in TLO took about half the book and he's barely as powerful compared to Gaea herself. Make it make sense Richard!!

[angelsstarman]

grover and tyson becoming besties and searching for pan together is deadass the cutest thing in the world. wdym yall willingly let those two goofballs run off together? they’re so silly lol i can’t wait to watch them being besties in the show.

[mistresscitrusslice]

What must it feel like to watch your god die in front of you? How do you go on after that? What do you believe in after that?

[fleurbleedinghearts]

Kinda a pet peeve of mine when Rick Riordan makes his ocs the favorite children of Gods

I know it's not that deep but what reason would Poseidon have to love Percy more than Triton? And why was Hermes more devastated over Luke's death than his immortal son Pan's?

[madscientist14159]

The Great God Pan is on Life Support

Will Solace was not a doctor.

He was not yet even fully trained as a battlefield medic, and was sure that the mildly terrifying Percy Jackson could have chosen someone far more qualified to take into the depths of the labyrinth.

Annabeth Chase had insisted on it, however. Initially, she had wanted to go in herself, but then, mid-way through the meeting on what to do about the labyrinth entranceway, she had gotten a strange look in her eye, and decided that she had to stay behind to “look into something”. Whatever she had meant by that. And she had told Percy to bring a healer, instead, to keep everyone safe. Somehow, and Will still wasn’t quite sure how it had happened, that healer had ended up being him.

And so, here he was, surrounded by mammoths, and dodos, and sabre tooth cats, watching as the last dregs of life slowly drained away from the satyr-shaped god laying before him.

Pan’s voice was weak and slurred. His fur was matted with sweat.

“Grover Underwood. I’ve been waiting a very long time to meet you. You’re going to carry on my spirit for me.”

Grover looked absolutely terrified by the prospect. Will couldn’t blame him.

“I— I don’t…,” he bleated, “I can’t. I can’t! No one’s going to listen to me!”

Pan smiled. Softly. Sadly. One half of his face was reacting slower than the other.

“You have to make them listen. You can do it. I’ve been watching you. Choosing my successor carefully. And I choose you, Grover Underwood. You can make them understand. Tell them that the great god Pan is dead. Tell them that the last wild places need their protection. Their active protection. Tell them that I’m not going to be able to come and swoop in and save everything at the last moment. You need to tell them that it needs to be them…”

Pan trailed off into a wet, wheezing, hacking cough.

“You need to tell them, Grover. Tell them that the great god Pan is dead.”

Maybe it was the look of utter heartbreak on Grover’s face. Maybe it was the dodo nudging mournfully at Pan’s leg. Maybe it was all those nights that he had spent in the infirmary, watching a dozen variations on that same sad smile as the lights left the eyes of the children he went to summer camp with.

But in that moment, something inside Will Solace snapped.

“You can tell them yourself.” he spat. He didn’t care that it didn’t make sense.

“I’m taking over as your emergency care physician. You are not required to acknowledge your understanding at this time.”

Will Solace was not a doctor, but sometimes, when faced with difficult patients, it helped to pretend.

Pan looked at Will with surprise, as the boy strode over, and began examining him.

“Will Solace. Please. I’m dying. I’m… heh… already dead, really. Have been for thousands of years. I’ve accepted it, and you need to do the same.”

Will gave Pan a cold look as he checked the god’s pupils.

“Believing yourself to be dead is a symptom of the psychiatric disorder known as Cotard’s syndrome. I am officially declaring you to be mentally incompetent, and incapable of making the decision to refuse treatment.”

He knew what he was saying was bullshit, and he was riding roughshod over medical ethics right now. Pan didn’t have Cotard’s. He believed himself terminally ill, and had made peace with his death.

Will didn’t care.

“I am going to contact your next of kin to make medical decisions on your behalf. In the meantime, please consume these fifteen grams of ambrosia while I start an intravenous drip of nectar.”

He gave the ambrosia squares to Grover with a sharp comment of “Make sure he eats.”

Then he started unpacking from his medical kit. He filled a bag with the golden drink, not a standard treatment option, but Pan was a god. Too much nectar wasn’t going to burn him up from the inside like it would to mere mortals. Will prayed aloud as he did so.

“Oh Swift-footed Hermes, protector of travellers, I am contacting you in regard to your son’s medical treatment. Please respond as soon as possible. Thank you.”

There. Hopefully that was a good balance between religious and professional.

He had no idea what tone the gods would see as appropriate.

He was twelve.

“Right. Needle going in. Sharp pinprick.” he warned the bewildered god, inserting the IV drip at the inside of Pan’s elbow and hanging the bag on the tusks of a nearby mammoth. The animals seemed to have noticed the shift in the mood, and were peering at Will in interest.

“Hold it steady.” he told the mammoth, already moving onto the next task, and not having the time to doubt whether it understood.

“Percy, Grover, start praying. Pan is suffering from domain withdrawal,” Will was making the term up as he went, there was no textbook on this, but as long as he acted with confidence he could get people moving in a hopefully-helpful direction, “and we need to stabilise his condition. Sing hymns of praise. Focus on his non-wilds related epithets, since he’s having trouble with that one. What else has he got?”

Grover’s eyes darted around as the wheels turned inside his horned head.

“Uhh— Shepherds? Rural communities? Scary noises in the woods? I was with some dryads last year, watching movies, and my now-girlfriend argued that he’s a god of cryptids, since that’s what people imagine makes the scary noises. And then they started joking about him being the god of horror flicks. Sorry. I’m rambling.”

Will patted the older boy’s shoulder reassuringly.

“No, no! That’s good stuff! Pray to ‘Pan, Lord of Cryptids’ and ‘Pan, God of Farming Towns’. That sort of thing. If he’s got pre-existing hymns that don’t focus too much on the wilds, sing some of those—“

There was a bang, and the door to the chamber slammed open.

Hermes skidded into view, doubled-over in the doorway, panting, out of breath, his eyes scanning the room wildly.

He spotted them, and then hurtled over, not gracefully at all, but faster than Will’s eyes could track.

“Pan! Pan! Speak to me! Oh come on, Pan! You’ve gotta be okay…”

Hermes was standing over the possibly-no-longer-a-deathbed, making motions to hug his son, but clearly not sure if he could touch him without making things worse, and pulling away at the last moment.

“Hello father…” came the tired reply.

“Lord Hermes,” Will interrupted, pushing his Medical Expert Voice further than he normally would, “Your son is very sick. I need you to give consent on his behalf to pursue treatment.”

“What?,” Hermes asked, “Why?”

Will spoke with a carefully neutral face.

“I have reason to believe him mentally compromised, which calls into question his refusal of treatment.”

Hermes was the god of lies. He instantly saw through Will’s con, and they both knew it. But they also both understood the real stakes here.

“Father—“

“Do it. Save my son.”

Pan groaned and let his head fall back on his woollen pillow.

“Relax. You can hate me all you like so long as you live to do so. I’ve lost so many children. I’m not losing you too. Not when I just got you back.”

Then he turned to Will.

“What can I do to help?”

=====

By the time Will’s dad took over as the attending physician, the room had been upended.

Will had had Grover and Percy build an altar out of uncut stones and naturally-fallen branches, where they had made sacrifices of just about everything in their packs that they could bear to lose. All their shirts, even, had gone into the flames, and Grover was halfway through shaving his head to give up his hair.

Hermes had been dashing in and out at a speed that made the labyrinth shake, transporting satyrs and nymphs, campers, Mr D, and even several dozen mortal neopagans.

Grover was leading them through a sermon as he shaved himself bald, relaying Will’s instructions, and leading the eclectic group through a hymn to ‘Pan, Great Lord of Panic Attacks’.

Ironically, Pan had gotten his champion after all.

“Dude, you look like shit. Take a break.”

Will’s eyes refocussed, from where he had been staring off into the distance while  he’d meant to be taking notes on Pan’s condition.

(Much better. He had colour in his beard again, though they hadn’t yet tried to have him sit up.)

Some of Will’s siblings had made their way over to him.

“But—“ he started.

“It’s okay.” The words were gentle. “Shift’s over.”

Will breathed and lowered his notepad. He sagged against the wall.

“Okay.” he breathed.

Will was not a doctor. But maybe, at least for the rest of the day, he wouldn’t need to be.

[skeptiiciizm]

I had the best angst idea for PJO hermes and pan animatic but my stylus DIED just as I was abt to start drawing