Sep 29, 2024
Percy in SoN, staring down Mars: I may forget but I don’t forgive.
Percy: I walk around hating bitches but not knowing why.
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Percy in SoN, staring down Mars: I may forget but I don’t forgive.
Percy: I walk around hating bitches but not knowing why.
Hearthstone and the ghost of his brother Andiron having that heart to heart after the death of their father… that's actually really touching. I was too invested in the story to end up collapsing into tears, but I can really appreciate the tenderness of the scene looking back on it now. It's beautifully touching. So sad, yet so sweet. I… Hearthstone is the best character in these books. He has the perfect character arc. He feels like more of a main character than Magnus with how well he's written. I swear.
Just…gods, why do Hearthstone and Blitzen have all the best scenes in this trilogy? If the other characters were as beautifully fleshed out as these two, I might actually love these books way more. But no. It's Blitzen and Hearthstone who always, always steal the spotlight for me. I love them. The bond between those two, their backstories and their motivations and just everything about them is perfectly written. Their scenes are captivating. I can barely look away when i'm reading them; that's how good they all are. They're pure perfection, nothing else to it.
Other characters in these books are written very poorly. I'm looking at Alex Fierro, Mallory Keen and most of the actual Norse Gods as I say this. If they had as much power packed into their writing as Hearthstone and Blitzen had packed into theirs, my opinions on this book series would be very, very different. Because every scene with Blitzen and Hearthstone, every scene in Nidavellir or Alfheim…they all pack such a deep punch. The writing there is a peak ten out of ten. I wish the rest of the book series had the same power. It doesn't, but I wish it did.
My contribution for @sapphic-summer-riordanverse starring Clarisse/Silena, with the prompt 'music.'
[Picture ID: Two girls, Clarisse and Silena are on a stage. Clarisse is sitting on the left side behind two cymbals and two drums. Silena is standing on the right side, singing into a microphone. There are black music notes coming out of her mouth, into the air. The stage is a light green lime color. The foreground is a dark blue. The background is an off-white color, that shows off the stage lights. The stage lights are orange on the left, white in the middle and pink on the right.]
Cross posted to ao3 here.
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Is this an AU where they both lived? A human/no powers AU? One of the last few happy moments before the titan war? Who knows, certainly not me XD. All fluffy vibes, no worldbuilding and no angst.
Typhon, the greatest terror of the Gods, would only know Percy Jackson as the guy who freed him from his prison.
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i think something that would've fixed leo and frank's awkward conflict would be if they had banter about something much smaller and less personal that they had strong but petty opinions on, like that post talking about how frank loves marvel while leo loves DC. they both seem like they would be incredibly petty and try to make as many references to their fandom as long as the other person is around just to spite them. and there would be a dramatic ending where they seem to be talking about DC and marvel but they're actually talking about hazel.
oh, and hazel would be in the background, completely unknowledgeable to whatever the heck is going on and giving both of them an excuse to get haze to support their fandom more.
Hey. Clown man. how's the weather up there.
It was a pitiful attempt at riling him up, he supposed. Brave in its directness, but hardly worth being annoyed. Too annoyed, anyway. Lysandre had been observing his surroundings, taking a walk, for the sake of his own enjoyment, and now- ah, a miscreant.
A line on his forehead creased. He shifted his weight from one hip to another. He deeply considered pretending not to speak the language. That, however, was not a ruse he wanted to commit to.
"Is it as pleasant down there as it is up here? You would be less irritable if it was."
His Kalosian accent dangled like a cigarette, subtly unpleasant, smouldering.
He was not here for this.