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thebladeblaster · 4 months

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Lured in

Summary: Shun angst post-Poseidon with some canon divergence at the end. The Saint of Andromeda laments about what has become the life of himself and his brothers. Could spin off into an alternate Hades chapter. (Based on manga canon. That’s why Shun has brown hair.)

It has been months since their desperate battle against Poseidon. One felt themselves longing and empty after the five of them parted ways likely to only reunite when the world was in peril again.

When had they become so distant?

That was the question Shun asked himself. He sat back in his chair. His auburn locks spilled messily onto his shoulders while his blue eyes seemed far away in thought. He wore a green shirt and white overalls. In front of him was a desk with some papers and a pen. There were various assignments and stacks of books that reached up higher than his lamp.

Athena had told them to try to live normal lives now as if Kido had not taken away any chance they had at such lives. They lost six years of an important developmental period of their lives to become child soldiers. Killers.

The thought of it made Shun nauseous. As much as he would rather do anything than return to that life unless the world was at stake…they really couldn’t do anything else. Shun had not realized the weight of how many years of their lives they lost to Kido’s schemes until he was met with just how much material he would have to learn to even attempt to even enter a public school at his age.

The sheer volume of the content to learn was beyond daunting. He was sure that the others probably wouldn’t even bother with it, especially Seiya. But…but he won’t give up!

Shun was determined to do something else with his life that didn’t involve killing. Every time he felt his will to continue trying to learn buckling he remembered the horror he felt when he was forced to kill. He HAD to do something else. Anything else.

He felt that the grief from that kind of life would drive him insane if it hasn’t already. His brothers had already become so desensitized to such a life killing their enemies without a second thought. Despite this he still loved them though it was definitely concerning…

He was still counting his stars for what was in his eyes his one win from the whole Poseidon conflict: Not killing Sorrento. Though, his accidental killing of Io might cancel that out…He decided he was going to think positively rather than lingering on where he slipped up.

The Saint had tried his damndest to not kill Io, but it just seemed inevitable. Their enemies were willing to die for what they believed in, such as they were. They weren’t so different…No they weren’t different at all. They were in fact the same as Mariners.

He wishes that they could have saved them by showing them that they fought for no reason. That was the cruel joke. They fought for nothing. Poseidon was led astray by a master manipulator. He NEVER intended to fight Athena in this era.

Pfft…

Shun almost laughed in pure grief. Tears stained his cheeks. He was thinking about it again. All these holy wars, all this pointless fighting, all for nothing…That’s what so many people fought and died for? The perverse power grabs of two twins left a mountain of bodies in their wake.

Most of Athena’s army was devastated and there was a single Mariner left. They didn’t have to die. NONE of them had to die. They would have all had normal lives without Saga.

Sigh…

But, Saga was going through something himself. He was caught between good and evil such as the curse of the Gemini. He couldn’t even really blame Saga who wasn’t in control of his actions. Shun found it difficult to blame anyone. Everyone was suffering.

They should just…stop.

He didn’t know how, but they needed to stop with all these ambitions and plans. It all made him sick. He didn’t want to deal with any of this but he felt like he was in too deep to ever escape any of this. After all, he spent most of his life being trained to be the Andromeda saint…It was that experience that had given him his one father figure…only for him to be taken away from him by war.

Maybe he should talk to June. She was one of the few he had left and he didn’t know for how long. He felt closer to a girl whom he’s never seen the face of more than his own brothers honestly. The more they marched on slaughtering more people trapped in war like themselves the more alienated he felt from them. Their hands were becoming more and more tainted with blood. He felt as if their morals were wearing away and they were becoming mindless dogs of war.

A few months ago he would say that they were different from the Saints following Saga but he didn’t think so now…Especially if he thinks about how they’ll become if they survive to become the same age they were.

His conscience felt heavy…He wished he could stop all of this somehow but he couldn’t help but feel that it would all happen again. It inevitably would.

This was a cycle. A concerning cycle that has gone on since the dawn of life. It wouldn’t stop. It would never stop.

“You know what…I just need some fresh air.”, Shun thought as he tried to bury his dire thoughts.

He forced himself out of the Kido manor and stepped outside. His eyes drifted up to the night sky. There the constellations of his brothers and himself’s destiny shone brightly clustered together. So close in fact that Andromeda and Pegasus were connected.

That made his mind drift to Seiya…He couldn’t describe the feeling he had, but he felt that their fates were indeed linked. Not that he could guess why though…He couldn’t see Phoenix anywhere in the night sky…Just like he often couldn’t see Ikki.

And now he’s feeling sad all over again. Why did everyone have to split off exactly? Like he understood that Seiya was looking for his sister but what was everyone else’s excuse? He endured six years of hell to see Ikki again only for him to just up and disappear from his life whenever he wasn’t in mortal danger. At least back then he had that reason to keep fighting not knowing where it would lead to…A cruel joke. Maybe he was just being clingy? He just felt so lonely.

His master was gone and he didn’t have a connection to any of the Gold Saints or any of the living Saints outside his brothers besides June. The only one he probably had ANY relationship with was Aphrodite and it wasn’t exactly pleasant…and he killed him.

Right awkward…

He felt like he didn’t belong at all…He felt like an alien. His values were considered foreign to even his brothers now. The connections he had were few and far between.

That’s why he decided that he’s going to become a doctor no matter how difficult it is. He wanted to help people without spilling blood for once. He wanted to heal…

A cold eerie breeze blew by him. It felt like an ill omen that the universe sent him telling him that absolutely won’t happen. He’ll be dragged into conflict no matter what.

That was the one thing he truly hated.

And he would go. Because his only choice would be to do so or die as it has been since he was seven. His hands were shaking as he couldn’t shake off these negative thoughts.

He wished that the conflict could all just end…He would do anything for it to just end and for everything to remain peaceful.

Then, Shun felt a magnetic pull. He didn’t understand what it was. He felt like something was calling him. It was probably another conflict as he had dreaded.

He was going to jump directly into hell again. This time literally.

Despite this he felt himself going anyway. He couldn’t stop as he knew there was no way out of it.

Fight or die that was the ultimatum he has been given his whole life. This time…he thinks he’ll choose the latter. If he sacrificed himself as his constellation foretold then this would all stop. This guilt. This pain. All of this.

Shun felt himself running practically sprinting towards his death. He felt far too trapped. Something had to give out.

Tatsumi…

The boy stopped when he noticed Tatsumi stand in front of him. Kido’s right hand who had taken pleasure in putting them through hell and stole away both their childhoods and futures stood in his way…Why? This is what they trained for. This is what they have been conditioned to do for their whole lives: fight or die. So why was he stopping him?

“Lady Athena wishes for you all to stay put. You, Seiya, Shiryu, Hyoga, and Ikki are henceforth never to set foot in Sanctuary again. If you do, you will be executed, as per Athena’s orders”, Tatsumi said.

“What…?”, Shun questioned, raising his eyebrow.

He couldn’t even understand what he was hearing.

“She desires for you all to live normal lives. This will be the Saints last battle.”, Tatsumi explained.

“What are you talking about? We MUST always be by Lady Athena’s side when the world is in danger—“, Shun replied, blinking as he thought about what he said.

Why was he jumping into this? He didn’t want to fight. He couldn’t stop…This way of being had a death grip over his soul. What on Earth was wrong with him? He felt compelled, hypnotized, almost brainwashed…

Ever since Saori had become Athena they just couldn’t resist this strange desire that had crept into their hearts to throw their lives away for her. He doesn’t understand when or how their feelings changed. He was sure that he was still indifferent to Saori up till…Sanctuary. Then, it was just Athena. Athena. Die for Athena.

His mind felt hazy as his hand lingered close to his chest. To the pendant he had received from his mother.

“Have we been hypnotized?! No…no…that can’t be true. Lady Athena is a good goddess. She is the Guardian of Earth. I’m…I’m overreacting. It’s just been drilled into my head since going to Andromeda Island. That’s why…we haven’t been hypnotized. That’s silly…”, Shun thought.

Shun noticed Tatsumi’s gaze drift over to the pendant as he sweated nervously.

“You heard me! So, back off and go back to your studying!”, Tatsumi said, more forcefully trying to hide his nervousness as he raised up the very same kendo stick that he had used to beat them for years.

Was this a test? A test to see just how dedicated they are to Athena. It seemed like it had to be a trick considering the lives they’ve lived up to now.

“You can be free…”, Shun was taken aback when he heard a strange voice.

It felt bizarrely familiar to him as it gave him a chill. His mind felt hazy as he felt compelled again like he HAD to go. Shun unconsciously stepped forward as Tatsumi tensed.

“I said no!”, Tatsumi yelled as he swung its blade.

To him it might as well have been in slow motion so he took the time to grab the Andromeda cloth and wore the cloth box. There Tatsumi still was trying to strike him at a snail’s pace. He doesn’t get how Tatsumi hoped to stop any of them. Shun after a few microseconds of waiting which felt like minutes to him staring at the kendo stick he decided to just move out of the way and keep walking.

By the time when Tatsumi would have struck Shun was long gone. Heck, he was already on his way to Greece.

“There must be something wrong with me…Have I changed as they have as well?”, Shun thought.

Shun felt multiple cosmos at Sanctuary clashing. There was indeed a conflict going on as he thought. How did he know that though…?

He was heading to Greece, right? Where was he going…? He felt himself being pulled somewhere by an invisible force…It was the answer to his feelings he felt. Shun found himself in front of a Victorian style castle in Germany.

“Why did I come here…?”, Shun thought.

His mind felt fuzzy and his chains jingled with unease. Like they knew something or sensed danger. Or both. The cloth assembled itself into him on its own.

He was quickly surrounded by men in purple armor…They all felt so vaguely familiar. It was like the knowledge of their identities was on the tip of his tongue. His chains jingled again going into their formation of the Andromeda Nebula on their own as his mind was…drifting.

“I MUST get there…This is…This is where I’m supposed to be…”, Shun thought, hazily as his eyes were cloudy.

In the castle a woman with long jet black hair was playing massive lyre before she suddenly stopped. She could feel a cosmos that was rapidly fluctuating in not only power but between mortal and immortal. The woman was glad that he had not run into any Saints on the way who would have surely sensed it and tried to assassinate him on the spot.

“Welcome home, Lord Hades…My dear little brother. I have been waiting for you.”, the woman thought.

To be continued…

#saint seiya #poseidon chapter #hades chapter #andromeda shun #pandora #tatsumi #my crappy writing

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peachyfren · 1 month

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luciuscaelus · 1 month

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Our Story (Fanfic)

Chapter 1 Promises

“Now, sing O Muses, of that brave boy Odysseïdes, Sparta has he visit'd, Pylos twice, with Athena the wise queen…”

“Stop it,” Telemachus giggled. “You’re acting like your father.”

“No, I’m not,” said Peisistratus. “You’re acting like your father.”

“No, I’m not,” said Telemachus. “Unlike him, I don’t have many deeds to brag about.”

“Doesn’t sailing for the first time count?” Peisistratus insisted. “And if you don’t like this song I can always make a new one for you.”

“No thanks, Peisis,” Telemachus said. “At least, leave it till my birthday.”

“That I can arrange,” Peisistratus replied, seriously.

And they locked their gazes for a long time, until Telemachus finally burst out laughing. Soon Peisistratus joined him, and their laughter quickly flooded the entire palace. It died down eventually, as the two young men slowly calmed down. Then Peisistratus started:

“I’m so glad you’re here, Tele. Had it been another usual day, I’d be hunting with my brothers in the fields. Not that I don’t like hunting, it’s just that I’ve so many things to talk about and my brothers always find them either boring or childish. You might be the only one I could chat with. Ah, I wish you could visit Pylos more often.”

“Yeah,” Telemachus nodded. “It feels like such a long time since we last met…has it been two years already?”

“One whole year plus nine months, to be exact.”

“Right, I’m not gonna doubt you. After all, you’re better with this than I am.”

“That’s about the time since your father returned home, yep.”

“Before he set out again, you mean.”

“He set out again? About when?”

Telemachus sighed. “About one year and eight months ago. Said it was something concerning a prophecy someone named Teiresias told him—”

“Teiresias? The Teiresias? But isn’t he already dead?”

“Yep. My father had visited the Underworld, literally.”

Peisistratus gasped. “What—Oh my, that was some nostos your father had. Anyway has he met any great hero there? Like Theseus? Or Heracles? Or even my brother Antilochus?”

“He saw your brother there alright,” said Telemachus. “And Heracles, who even talked to him…”

“That’s so sick!” Peisistratus exclaimed. “I wonder if we’ll be having an adventure like this in the future, say, just you and me, maybe plus someone else, I don’t know.”

“You know what? It would be great!” Telemachus blinked his eyes excitedly. Why have I never thought about it before? Hanging out with my friends? It’s such a great idea! And father is going to be proud of us…

proud…

He’s going to be proud, isn’t he?

Telemachus wasn’t so sure. He remembered basically everything in that day, when his father again departed from Ithaca, this time to somewhere unknown even to himself. He remembered that it was a sunny day, that the chanting of birds was glorious, that the sweet scent of olives was mesmerizing, that the airy dance of cloud was elegant. These he remembered well, but most vividly he could recall that very scene, that very conversation—

“Father, I want to come along,” he had said. “I want to be with you wherever you go, so we can at least share some thrills and fun together.”

“No, Tele,” his father had answered, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t bring you on board, not this time.”

“Why?” He had been so confused. “But I’ve always wanted to explore the worlds outside Ithaca, to see the giant oak in Dodona, the reputable land of Calydon, the seven gates of the famous Cadmea…I want to have an adventure, father. Just like you did.”

He remembered that look well. That look his father had gave him, those eyes with such agony, such sadness. Is it panic, panicking at the thought of his son following him down the miserable path that was meant for his own to take? Is it fear, fearing for the life and sanity of his son? Or is it sorrow, sorrowful over the naïve and innocent spirit of his 20-year-old son? Or is it pain, painful about the fact that he doesn’t even qualify as being a father, who never had the chance to see his son through the childhood, and hadn’t gotten to know this brave young man his son has become, before his fate was calling him to sail out again?

For a long time both of them didn’t speak, and the look was growing wearier and wearier and…it seemed as if another decade had passed inside his father’s mind, another decade filled with tribulations and torments. Telemachus couldn’t help but feel his regret. Regret that he ever said those words, regret that he wasn’t with his father when he needed him. The hands. He could feel his father’s hands gripping his shoulders tightly. But finally his father had lower the head, and sighed heavily. In a low voice, Odysseus had begun. “Tele, you have to understand. This cruel world is not as entertaining as it may seem, or sound in those tales. It’s dangerous out there, filled with monsters, storms, ruthless gods, and…and things that can go beyond your very imagination. Things that are so terrible, so overwhelming…”

He hadn’t finished the sentence, instead he was choked with sobs, and Telemachus had felt so guilty, and so helpless. But he had tried his best to withhold his tears, and had started to comfort his father. “Then I’ll face them bravely, father, like you would do. Like a true son of Odysseus would do.” Telemachus had put up with a smile. “As a true Odysseïdes.”

“Oh Tele…” Odysseus had moaned with tears. “Oh…for ten years I haven’t seen your face, in one month I haven’t gotten to know you better, but look, what an undaunted man you have become, when I’m away!” Finally, he had cracked into a smile. “Yes, that’s my boy!” He had said with sincere happiness, though the pain was still present in his voice. But at least, Odysseus had smiled.

And Telemachus had exhaled with relief.

“Father,” he had continued. “I wouldn’t insist if you really don’t want me along, but I need to know where you’re going, what you’re going to do, and how long I should wait for your return. Could you please tell me, just for mom’s sake and mine?”

And Odysseus had nodded. “Don’t worry about your mother, Telemachus. Penelope knows about this, and you have every right to know it as well.” He had stopped, and looked towards the western sky. As Telemachus followed his gaze, Odysseus continued. “Do you remember the story I’ve told you, about that prophet Teiresias in the Underworld? I had asked him about my fate, and he had answered:

‘…When someone else runs into you and says you've got a shovel used for winnowing on your broad shoulders, then fix that fine oar in the ground there, and make rich sacrifice to lord Poseidon with a ram, a bull, and a boar that breeds with sows. Then leave. Go home, and there make sacred offerings to the immortal gods…’

“So you see, Telemachus, I don’t know where I’ll go to, but I know what I’ll find. It may be a long voyage, or it may be short. Who knows? But I’m going anyway, because I am Laërtiades, son of the honorable Laërtes—one of the legendary Argonauts.”

“I see,” Telemachus had said. “The blood of dauntlessness runs deep in our family.”

“Precisely.” Odysseus had laughed proudly. “You, my son, will also share this honor, in the future perhaps, when you take on a journey of your own, and build your fame with your own feats. But today, the journey is mine to undertake, and with the blessing of the prophet, I’m very certain that I will make it home again.”

“Okay.” With a serious face, Telemachus had nodded. “Then I’ll try not to surpass you.”

They were both grinning when an owl started to whoop from the forest.

“Wait, dad,” Telemachus had suddenly called. “If not this time, then when?”

Odysseus had given him a slight smile. “When I return, son, I shall take you to Dodona, where the oaks are august; then we’ll visit Calydon, where twenty two heroes had once gathered to slay that giant boar; then we shall go to Thebes, where twice had the Argives waged war against, one of them being the father of a king whom I have befriended; and then,” Odysseus had patted Telemachus’s right shoulder. “Then I will bring you to Pylos again. And know that I won’t be gone for long. This is a promise.”

“Swear it on the river of Styx?”

“I swear it, on the river of Styx.”

Gradually, Telemachus had returned the smile. “Thank you, dad.” He had said, voice cracked with the bittersweet taste in his throat. “Thank you so much.”

He remembered the hug, the kiss, and the departure of his father clearly. He remembered how often he had doubted that whether his father would ever make it back again. He remembered that worried look of his mother, who had often stood by the shores of Ithaca, waiting, waiting. But he also remembered, that Odysseus had made a promise.

And here they were, in Pylos again, weren’t they?

And it only took him eight months, didn’t it?

So, there’s nothing to worry about. After all, there’s nothing that can waver the resolve of Odysseus’s homecoming. And thus he shall always return. Always.

All because of his love, and his promise.

Telemachus nodded to this fact. Love, and promise. That’s what my father was proud of. And if I have found the courage to love, to make a promise, then will Odysseus be proud of me, even with the knowledge that I may travel afar, likely into an ocean of danger, and a sea of trouble?

Then will we get to have our adventure, and get back safely? Will we get to tell our tales, and make our own story?

So to Peisistratus he said these words, with all his heart:

“And I’m sure we will. Of this I give you my promise.”

#It has stayed in the drafts for days #it’s on discord now but since I did this on tumblr might as well post it #greek mythology #tagamemnon #odysseus #telemachus #pisistratus #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #epic the musical #I’ve thought about all the chapters and yes you’re gonna see many familiar places and people #Imma explain chap 1 here a little bit #Sing O Muses? Had to be done #And it’s in dactylic hexameter #One sad thing is that Ody cannot stick around until he made that sacrifice for Poseidon #Ody staying for one month is actually from his own idea (when he was still a Cretan who claimed to know himself)#And dw the course has been plotted using three maps #I’ll calculate the time later on cuz Imma try sth like the Captain’s Log recording #Oh and the winions are considered real here #so it’s also an epic fanfic lol #I’ll see how far I can go

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in-the-endstone · 2 months

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art block eliminated by furries and a buff slurp juice

#fortnite #fnbr #rippley #wendell #meowscles #fortnite chapter 5 #fortnite poseidon #fortnite furries

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silvercaptain24 · 4 months

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@phantomdecibel @nancyheart11 @ajscico @a-random-somebody @teamfortresstwo @ghostycrow01

#silver writes #telemachus #anthiax my son #odysseus #penelope #astyanax #poseidon #athena #hermes #wherein Hermes continues to be an Agent of Chaos #I'll post the second chapter here in a minute

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uselessnocturnal · 4 months

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i just think- that maybe- perhaps- if i may dare say- please don’t come at me guns ablazing- the pacing for the pjo show could be improved

#pjo show crit #i feel like the stakes are not as- stakesy #maybe it’s just me though #but the fight scenes just aren’t that exciting for me?#i plunge to my death is my Favourite tlt chapter and a lot of that stems from the silliness of why they went up in the first place #to echidna being quietly unsettling with her dog #to grover being anxious af because of the heights thing and percy being quietly supportive with his jelly beans #to the momentary relatable panic when you can’t all fit in the lift #and that very rapid devolvement into realising that Oh Shit Monster #AND BREAKING THAT TENSION WITH THE ANTEATER LINE #and the fight scenes and how he was panicking and she was taunting him with the ‘why have faith in the gods?’#the Dread when he hits the collar and the burning pain of the unexpected sting #TO THE VERY LAST LINE WHERE HE JUMPS OUT AND PRAYS TO POSEIDON #anywyas #just had to get that off my chest

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majorpepperidge · 2 months

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thank you fortnite im going wild in my enclosure rn

#Fortnite #Fortnite chapter 5 #Rippley #Fortnite Poseidon

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shysideho · 2 months

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fortnite servers are still down so i'm gonna share my opinion about these battle pass greek mythology skins cause they suck

ZEUS: this is the best one out of the battle pass so get ready. classic zeus look except this is just a 20 year old with gray hair. fortnite doesnt know how to make old (using that term liberally) or fat people.

POSEIDON: dude this one sucks. i know it's a kids game and there needs to be a meme character but i feel like they massacred my boy. i guess they thought any other design would be too zeus adjacent but i feel like they couldve leaned in more with a fish-man? idk

APHRODITE: new age gen z aphrodite. again just a 19 yo with gray hair. artist renditions of her are always just whatever is sexy at the time, so i guess this is hot for 14 year olds. her clothing is egregious why tf are there 2 belts.

HADES: gas mask? i like the gold crown but the gas mask really throws off the whole vibe. i am glad they didnt go the devil route like a lot of art takes. they do have it correct with him being god of the underworld and not death itself.

ARTEMIS: tbh artist renditions of artemis are so wildly diverse i can't be that upset with this one. the galaxy hair and aesthetic is very 2012. it moves btw its not a solitary design.

MEDUSA: BRO YOU HAD TO GO AND PICK LIKE THE ONE COLOR THAT SNAKES ARENT. YES THERE ARE BLUE AND PURPLE SNAKES OUT THERE BUT THESE MOFOS ARE DYED. YOU COULDVE DONE A SMOOTH GREENSNAKE AND HAVE IT LOOK BETTER. also why yo titties out, the shirt design confuses me.

CERBERUS: furry bait shouldve been the minotaur 0/10 cant even tell he has 3 heads. also not a humanoid. no justice for minotaur ever i guess.

#mine #fortnite #fortnite chapter 5 #greek mythology #greek gods #zeus #aphrodite #medusa #cerberus #poseidon #artemis #hades

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lucilassie · 16 days

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Get that godly beach bod 🌊 🤟

Model: @weirdfandomchick (Fish Thicc)

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awesome-shoes-with-wings · 14 days

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Rereading Battle of the Labyrinth, Chapter 9: I Scoop Poop

Percy is a complete badass in this chapter, and I can't believe I forgot this chapter even existed. So decided to write a post to remind everyone who might've forgotten as well.

He needed to clean out the stables of the flesh-eating horses, and went down to the river. He met a naiad, who was not happy with Percy's plan because of the ecosystem complications. Percy immediately backs down, and the naiad decides to give Percy far too much power in the form of secret knowledge.

Basically Percy learned how to turn seashell fossils into pure ocean water, and cleaned the horses and the stables with geysers. He stopped the water from reaching the river, and he was exhausted. Makes sense because Percy just summoned the power of ancient oceans to help him clean some stables.

But even so, he ran all the way back to the ranch house before sunset and proceeds to hand Geryon's ass to him by shooting an arrow right through his three chests. Kid's a beast. Apollo and Artemis, you two are amazing for responding to Percy's prayers so quickly, but I fear he has too much power now.

#second time rereading the series #percy jackson #battle of the labyrinth #rereading #rereading live blogging #sorta-kinda #this was a good chapter #and it's called 'i scoop poop'#percy has too much power #overpowered percy #poseidon #percy jackon and the olympians #spoilers #book spoilers #pjo spoilers #percy jackson spoilers #i'm pretty sure i have covid so be patient with my grammar and wording #i'm currently shaking slightly and my head feels fuzzzy

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musical-attorney · 9 months

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Ror Headcannons

(‼️SPOILERS FOR BOTH THE ANIME AND THE MANGA ‼️)

Apollo's gay and has a case of "the gay voice™." There's no way that those women aren't just his friends who act like his girlfriends so he doesn't get shit on by the other gods. No, I will not be taking any criticism on this take because I know I'm right.

Despite their alleged "hatred" for each other, the gods and humans definitely pick one day out of each month to just hang out with each other.

If Adam was to be resurrected, he'd wear glasses

After his fight, Qin got a mechanical arm designed by Mr. Nikola Tesla himself

Jack and Nikola are asexual

Lu Bu and Thor is the couple that swears up and down that they aren't dating and if you ever see them kiss, they'll say it's platonic then threaten to beat you up

Poseidon can breathe underwater and all his brothers call him a fish for it

Loki, Okita, and Nostradamus should never be left alone together. If they are, run.

Qin is an expert at blowing soap bubbles and it makes Geir happy

Nikola has become the official Valhalla handy man in which gods and humans alike just call him if anything's broken

Hermes = Manwhore

#no i will not elaborate #record of ragnarok #apollo #hermes #nikola tesla #qin shi huang #loki #okita souji #nostradamus #poseidon #lu bu #thor #jack the ripper #adam #just got done reading chapter 80 and if Apollo win this fight #i call bullshit

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peachyfren · 1 month

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You think they had the coral buddies bustin it out in the studio for Poseiden's theme?

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Chapter 21 - I Settle My Tab

Theme of the day: Family

Kind of the perfect theme for this chapter, because there’s so many layers and different versions of family that appears (I can already tell this will be a long post lol). There’s the gods’ version of family, found family between the trio, Sally and Percy, and the Jackson household as a whole. Since it was very brief, I’ll start with the trio and how close-knit the three became. Percy says a line about how hard it was to send them away to CHB after all they had gone through together and it makes me so soft,,,, they’ve been through so much in those ten days, arguments, monster battles, traumatic experiences, but they ALWAYS had each other’s backs. They formed an unbreakable bond that carries over this series and beyond 🥺

The gods are a bit strange to analyze in terms of family, because it’s such a loose concept for them, but they also understand it in different ways than mortals. Like Zeus and Hera are siblings but they’re married. Kronos ate his children so they wouldn’t usurp him. Hades is exiled from Olympus just bc he got the short end of the stick. Gods and demigods call each other cousin and uncle and such but it’s really just a title. It’s strictly blood relations and obligations and not really about bonds between two people. Zeus says “for the sake of peace in the family, I shall let you live” like ok Zeus. You just accused a child of stealing your stuff, sent him on a dangerous quest to get it back, and then you say you did me a favor ig so I’ll let you live 🙄For the sake of peace in the family. The definition of someone who cares less about family and more about appearances.

I think the only god who truly has a holistic sense of family is Hestia, and interestingly the hearth is mentioned a few times in the chapter. There’s a huge hearth in the gods’ throne room and Percy talks about how he can hear the fire crackle and feel the warmth from it. I could probably go on a whole rant about Hestia and her representing the concept of home and her leaving the Olympians but that’s a talk for another book lol. In this instance, I’d like to think that Hestia is quietly supporting Percy here, and not out of some sense of duty or obligation as a “family” member, but because she actually cares.

It’s interesting how Percy knows exactly how to handle Zeus and Poseidon. He respectfully walks up to Poseidon and greets him first, and remains silent for most of the scene unless he’s addressed. When Zeus grumbles about not being greeted first, Percy doesn’t react, likely as a learned trait from all the strict adults and bullies he’s dealt with all his life. Percy specifically says he kept his head down and waited. He knows that this is either Zeus egging him on or just him complaining to complain. Reacting would make the situation worse. Like Poseidon said, obedience doesn’t come naturally to him, so this would be something Percy has learned, but part of it is probably also self preservation lmao. It’s a little sad that Percy knows what he should do in this situation, and it’s also a little jarring considering how much attitude he’s shown other gods.

Now onto Poseidon and Percy. There’s a moment when they meet where they size each other up, not knowing what to think of the other, bc although they’re father and son they don’t actually know each other. Poseidon has been watching Percy all his life, but Percy also represents a broken pact for Poseidon, something unforgivable. He calls Percy is wrongdoing and a mistake. Well he doesn’t specifically call Percy that, just the very act of the affair with Sally, but it still insinuates how Percy shouldn’t have been born. Not a great thing to hear whether you’re a child or not. I get the sense that Poseidon doesn’t regret the affair, but feels bad for the consequences it caused, i.e. Percy being the demigod of the Great Prophecy and what that entails for both Percy and Olympus. And for Percy, Poseidon is his non-present father, someone he thought had died up until a month ago, only to learn that he chose not to be part of his life. But Poseidon also helped Percy on his quest when he asked for it. His very voice stirred warm memories in Percy he associated with his father. And in the end Percy is also glad to have a frank father who doesn’t give empty apologies or promises, Poseidon doesn’t pretend if he cares about Percy or not. Which in the long run is so much better for their relationship, because it gives a more solid base for them to become acquainted with one another. In a sense, it’s kind of a clean slate; they’re not letting their past, indirect experiences form their opinions.

I think children of Zeus and Poseidon especially have it rough in terms of parental..... guidance and interaction. With other gods, they are much more free with their gifts and visits. Being the two gods with joint rulership over the cosmos, they tend to be more aloof and distant, maybe bc they need to be. Idk how to properly convey this, but being the top two gods, there’s bad implications with showing favoritism? And their domains are so large that it’s hard to always keep tabs with their children? I think this is also addressed in later books so maybe I’ll hold off on this. Hades doesn’t really have this problem since he rules over a realm separate from humanity and he’s also separate from Olympus itself, so he’s also a bit more free to have a greater presence in his children’s lives. It seems like Poseidon wants to this too but can’t, otherwise he wouldn’t have looked sad when Percy almost asked him to see Sally with him.

Circling bad to Poseidon’s comments on his “wrongdoing,” I can’t help but think about how this really wrenches a knife into Percy’s insecurities. Percy already struggles with feeling wanted and being good enough, and then in his first interaction with his father, he’s told how he shouldn’t have been born because of the potential trouble he’ll cause. BUT Poseidon also reiterates that he’s proud of him and claims him as his own. We don’t get Percy’s immediate reaction to this, but I think it’s due to him having mixed feelings, just like after he was claimed at camp. He’s bitter from Poseidon’s words of remorse, but also can’t help but feel happy from being acknowledged.

Lord I’ve written so much and I haven’t even gotten to Sally and Gabe sdfjdhdf. Tbh I don’t need to talk about Sally and Percy since I’ve already talked extensively on that, but their reunion!!! It makes my heart clench. In every sense, Sally and Percy are a family. Gabe is just a sorry excuse for a human being who’s only role was to help Percy hide from monsters. Percy’s interview with the media will never be not funny bc not only do the journalists eat up his sob story, he also managed to get a jab at Gabe with offering everything free appliances 😂 It’s really sad how many journalists don’t really care about the truth and more about what will sell. They love drama, which is why they easily accepted Gabe’s story of Percy being a delinquent, and also Percy’s seemingly heartfelt story. But the fantasy Jacksons the media ate up and regurgitated is far from the real Jackson household. I honestly forgot that it was confirmed that Gabe physically abused Sally. I think by the way Percy reacted, Sally managed to protect him from that, although you could still infer it. But this is also Percy we’re talking about lmao, he’d never mention it. I want to think that Sally would’ve drawn the line, like you can hurt me but stay the fuck away from my child. Sally and Percy are really two of a kind huh. What a fucking bastard though, for making Sally go to work to “makeup a month’s worth of rent” right after she returned and treating her like his housemaid, among other much worse things. He really deserved getting his head chopped off by Riptide. But it really shows how much Percy has grown as a person when he hesitates sending Gabe to an early grave. He thinks about how it would fit into a hero’s story, how it always ends in tragedy, and how he’d seen the terrors of the Underworld and how he wouldn’t wish that on anyone. And yet, he would still do it for his mom. Because he’s incredibly loyal to a fault and would do anything for her.

I love how Sally has this conversation with Percy as an equal. She doesn’t treat him like a child and tell him “I’m the parent I can’t let you take care of me,” she gives him the same answer she told Poseidon when he basically offered her the world: you can’t solve all my problems for me, I have to do that for myself and find my own strength. Sally gives a life lesson to Percy here, how one can’t rely on the gods for everything and blame them for everything. It’s dangerous to believe one can solve every problem with a wave of their hand because they have the power to. And this is the very reason why Percy is never tempted to join Kronos, because unlike Luke, he doesn’t form a resentment towards the gods have and haven’t done and leaves it at that. Percy looks at a problem and think how do I fix this for the better, in a way that looks at the long term and not the immediate satisfaction. It’s from Sally’s influence and especially this talk that Percy doesn’t form a superiority complex; in the end he recognizes that Sally is strong enough to take care of herself, in the same way he recognizes other people’s strengths and validates them both in this book, and future books. It’s part of why he makes such a great leader, why he could give Luke the knife in book 5, why he’s a good foil for Annabeth as her friend and partner.

Small things:

Percy being like oh that kid is cool to fictional media Percy ahaha

I wonder if Percy’s fear of flying is specifically bc of Zeus or bc he just naturally is freaked out by it. Maybe it’s a child of Poseidon thing, like they’re hardwired to hate flying.

Percy’s interaction with the Empire State desk clerk 😂 Like yes I think Zeus will want to see me immediately *shows off Zeus’ weapon*

Also Zeus is so fucking pretentious, “I have to remove the human taint from my weapon.” Ok Zeus. whatever.

Someday I would love to make a full post on the symbolism of Sally using Medusa’s head to break free from an abusive relationship

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