#Pjo Prometheus

[fleurbleedinghearts]

The angst of Oceanus joining the Titans in PJO is so unexplored.

While he stayed out of the first titan war for the most part, his daughters Metis & Styx were definitely Olympian loyalists, with Metis even being the one who made the potion Zeus served to Kronos (making him throw up his kids) but his daughter Clymene's sons with Iapetus were divided.

After the Titanomachy, he & Tethys raised Hera, who loves them dearly.

His daughter Metis is married to the new king Zeus, so everything should be going great for their family right? Except no, his son in law does the same thing to his pregnant daughter that his cannibal brother did to Zeus's siblings, and unlike the children of Kronos, his daughter wasn't lucky enough to escape her cannibalizer.

His granddaughter is born eventually, but she sticks by Zeus. She's even his favorite with Zeus getting credit for creating her alone. She never mentions her mother, Oceanus's daughter, it doesn't seem like she even cares.

And Hera is now married to Zeus, she loves him, so he tries to support her, only to see her heart get broken over and over again. Hera loses her patience when it comes to Leto, every god including her own mother betrays her, but Oceanus & Tethys still stick by her.

Maybe Oceanus is grateful when Hera spares his granddaughter Maia from her wrath, despite Maia being just as guilty of having an affair as Leto? But when it comes to another one of his granddaughters, Io, she's not so gracious, and unlike Leto & Maia, Io never even accepted Zeus's advances. She was assaulted, by the same cannibal who ate his daughter. Fortunately Io survives, but Hera made it clear she's not making exceptions for his family anymore.

Yet Oceanus still loves her. She's just as much a daughter to him as the others, and she loves him & Tethys, she comes to them with tears in her eyes constantly. Zeus's actions sucking out her joy and warmth more and more each time they see her. Hera has abandoned her kindness, only hurt is left in his once affectionate foster daughter.

She makes him & Tethys swear to not help Callisto, he loathes doing it, but if he betrays Hera the same way Rhea did, it would destroy her, she would never trust him again. Everyone else has always chosen Zeus over her, even though it was him who was the source of Hera's misery, and as he only ever admitted to himself, the source of his own misery as well.

Kronos comes back, & the rest of his brothers.

Hecate, once an ally of Zeus, joins the Titans. While beloved by Demeter, Hecate is just as loving of a mother as the goddess she served, and there is no place for her children. She brings with her some allies from the Underworld in Nemesis, Morpheus, & Melinoe.

His grandson & nephew Prometheus expects loathing from his father as he sided with the Olympians, but Iapetus only embraces him upon reunion. Oceanus sees his brother's eyes burn with rage once he learns Zeus's brutal punishment & torture of his son.

The desire for revenge by those locked in Tartarus are clear, but Zeus has hurt them in more ways than one. Hyperion has lost Helios & Selene and Koios has lost Asteria just as permanently as Oceanus has lost Metis, he grieves with them. Their children fought for Zeus and the Olympians over their own kind, the Titans, just to be brutalized, abandoned, & tortured when they were no longer wanted.

People sing praises to the Olympians, but all Oceanus can see is the pain they caused his family, and all this time, he did nothing.

He didn't help dispose of his abusive father, he didn't stop Kronos from eating children, he stood by as his own children & grandchildren fought each other in the first Titan war, he didn't retaliate for the murder of Metis, nor for the injustice faced by Prometheus, not even when his own daughters & granddaughters were getting assaulted by Zeus, Poseidon, & their spawn, and he's tired of doing nothing, so he joins.

All he makes Kronos promise him in turn is that Hera will remain unharmed under Kronos's new reign.

She's hurt his family, and that hurts him, but if Zeus was gone, there would be no women she would have to resent.

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

FANFIC POLL TIME!

Descriptions (because i NEED to explain things haha-):

CHOOSE WISELY

Of Bridges Built & Burned: Based off this clowning between me and @moodyseal

BUCKLE UP THIS GETS WILD READ THE LINK ABOVE FOR A MORE DETAILED EXPLANATION

TD;LR- Commodus and Apollo get to both scream about their relationship (because it's usually only Commodus who does that), Commodus goes off to sulk/stew over it while Apollo completes his trials, then post-ToA they meet again and have a Much Needed Talk

...and *sobs* go separate ways... *ugly sobbing* DON'T MIND ME-

you know you love the ship when you write them breaking up in the most heart-wrenching scenario possible.

but shh...i have another idea to do with this but that's for another time😈

The Art of War: I've been DYING to do SOMETHING with Apollo (Favorite Son™) and Ares (Failure Son™) and I have 3 whole scenes in different points of time now!!!

First is when Apollo's young and new on Olympus. He's been shoved onto Ares for the time being because in Ancient Greece, boys were raised by their fathers and girls by their mothers, and when the father was unavailable, it was the eldest brother's job to watch his younger brothers.

Second scene is during/post Ares's kidnapping by the giants! Some Apollo angst, Zeus being the best dad ever (not), and Ares not having a good time.

Third and finally, is a little conversation post-ToA between them :3

The Sun's Rise: At last! Out of the vault! The moment we've been waiting for! Starring our boy Apollo, Prometheus being Prometheus, and a guest star you all should know by now :3

Hyapollo Multific: YEAH YOU HEARD IT. FIVE CHAPTERS OF HYAPOLLO, WITH SIDE DISHES OF APRICITY, HYARICITY, AND ONE-SIDED ZEPHYRUS PINNING FOR HYAPOLLO. COME GET UR FLUFF-DRAMA-ANGST FEST

@hyac1nthus i know you'd want to see this >:3

Koios ToA: What the hell was Koios doing during ToA? This fic will play like a snapshot of what our favorite titan was up too. Questions will be asked, answers will be found, and oh boy Phoebe and Koios are gonna have a bit o' long-overdue marital strife.

Drunk Twins: literally what is says on the label. the twins get drunk and the Hunt has to call in the mama wolf for backup lmao

The Conspiracy of Rachel Elizabeth Dare: based on this post by @hogoflight and expanded upon here by me! Rachel Dare is a conundrum to her friends, and they put their detective hats on to solve the case!

ToA BuzzFeed Unsolved: The Queer Capers of Lester Papadopoulos and Meg McCaffrey: BUZZFEED TIME! We need ToA buzzfeed fics so here I am making one :3

Apollo V Orion fight (with a side-dish of Jupiter & Commodus): Exactly what it says on the label lmao I had three oneshot ideas and then I went "COMBINE THEM!!" so here is a oneshot with three different things in it making a cohesive story :3

A Radiant Light: Did I make up an entire backstory for one background character? Yes. Is that character Phoebe the Hunter? Also yes.

how to get your daughter to divorce your brother and marry your nephew: a guide by demeter: funny fic about Demeter trying to get Meg, Nico, and Will to help her convince Persephone to divorce Hades and marry Apollo. Based off one of my headcanons haha

👀 lookin' forward to a lot of these, hehe!

Tag list: @txny-dragon @solahflare @fuzzystudios @apollosothertwin @peishathebookity @reuben-7991 @allylyrac @the-summersun

[nyxdreamweaver]

Became Camp Enemy #1 and got to meet a mummy

Leo's POV

Word count: 4,528

Warning: Swearing, Spoilers to TLH, grammar issues, the HOO canon has derailed and crashed into the Grand Canyon!!, use of f slur

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Leo's tour was going pretty great if you ignore the weird stares he's been getting from the other campers, and about the runaway dragon on the loose.

Lou Ellen, his tour guide, was really positive and giddy looking, explaining everything in great detail. Everything she showed him at the camp was so amazing, he should have been blinded by everything just by looking at them.

Real Greek warships moored at the beach that sometimes had practice fights with flaming arrows and explosives? Sweet! Arts & crafts sessions where you could make sculptures with chain saws and blowtorches? Leo was like, Sign me up! The woods were stocked with dangerous monsters, and no one should ever go in there alone? Nice! And the camp was overflowing with fine-looking girls. Leo didn’t quite understand the whole related-to-the-gods business, but he hoped that didn’t mean he was cousins with all these ladies–especially a certain someone. That would suck. At the very least, he wanted to check out those underwater girls in the lake again. They were definitely worth drowning for.

Lou showed him around the court, the dining pavilion, and the sword arena.

“So… when do I get a sword?” Leo asked, glancing at the worn out swords and the kids fighting inside the arena.

Lou Ellen looked at him and grinned. “Well, first you need some training but you might get it pretty soon. Lot of our campers could teach you and our friends how to fight.”

Considering what happened back at the skywalk, Leo doubted any of his friends needing any training, Jason especially. That part had been bugging Leo all morning: how does Jason know how to fight like that? Maybe it's connected to his friend's mysterious past.

'Maybe he's from a strict, military family?’ he thought, tuning out Lou's tour.

Ever since the trio got off the school bus Jason has been acting strangely, claiming that he lost his memories. At first, Leo thought it was all a prank but now after Dylan (who's apparently a wind monster) tried to attack them and the giant chariot with flying horses, he’ll believe just about anything.

As they walked through the camp, Leo glanced to the side to notice two girls sitting on the grass whispering something to each other. When they saw Leo staring at them, they glared at him, their eyes full of hostility, making him walk away. At each part of the camp there were many kids staring at the two or whispering something to their friends. It seemed like word had gotten around about the event and now, everyone was either talking behind his back or glare at him like he was a predator in disguise, all waiting for him to mess up so they could get rid of him.

All those eyes just staring through him reminded Leo of a certain time he spent at one of his old schools: Hamilton Middle School. Back then, Leo was figuring out that he liked both boys and girls and he ended up having a small, tiny crush on this popular hockey guy named Clyde. He had long, brown hair and a pretty smile AND he was one of the few people there that acknowledged him and didn't bully him like the older kids, which made the Latino fall hard for the boy.

Finally, after some time Leo decided enough was enough and confessed to the brunette after school, that very day where everything went to shit. Sadly, Clyde didn't feel the same way but the boy let Leo down in a nice way. It was when one of Leo’s bullies, Chesla and Rick, outed him to everyone at school. Leo couldn't go anywhere without someone calling him a faggot, sticking random photos of muscular men into his locker, along with drawing dicks on his locker door. He was so glad when he had to move foster homes and left the school.

Leo shooed away those thoughts from his head.

'Enough daydreaming and stay focused! Try to ask questions about your dad.' Leo pondered.

He cleared his throat. “Okay. I have three questions about my.. wait, do I call him my dad or should I just call him by his name? Nevermind, what is my dad the god of? I know that Mara said something about being the Creator of Humanity, which is really cool and all but what else is there?”

Lou turned around, her hair buns becoming more loose. She tapped her chin. “Well, if I remember correctly he was the Creator of Humanity, he does fall under the knowledge, wisdom and creativity domains and since he gifted fire to humans, he's also known to be the god of fire like Hestia and Hephaestus.”

A chill went down his spine as Leo was trying to process that information. The god of fire … seriously? Considering what had happened to his mom, that seemed like a sick joke. In the short amount of time when he got claimed, Leo wondered about a couple more things: did his dad ever visit him and Mom as a kid? How did his dad react when his mom died in the fire? Why did his dad fall in love with mom? Too many questions were building up inside his head but no answers to explain them all. Honestly Leo hoped that he could at least get to talk with this Prometheus guy before he truly decides whether or not his dad deserves a second chance after leaving him and his mom alone for so long.

“So the flaming torch over my head,” Leo said. “Good thing, or bad thing?”

Lou took a while to answer. “You were claimed almost immediately. That’s usually pretty good.”

Leo nods. “Okay then, third question: what's the deal with Prometheus? Everyone back at the lake didn't seem to be big fans of him and that Rainbow Pony dude, Butch—he also mentioned something about the gods after I got claimed. Do they have a grudge against him?”

Leo must have said something wrong because Lou's hair stood on edge and the tiny pig started squealing and running around the girl.

“Ah … look, it’s… to put it nicely: your dad kinda betrayed the Olympians in the past.”

Leo's eyes widened. “Wait, what!?!”

Lou Ellen awkwardly grimaced. “You might want to sit down to hear this.” Lou sat down at a nearby bench, motioning Leo to do the same. He sat down next to the girl, waiting to hear the story. The tiny pig sat at Lou's feet, deciding to take a nap.

“Years ago, there were two instances that your dad managed to piss off the gods. The first time was a trick he played on Zeus: he made him pick between two choices. One had meat stored inside an ox stomach and the other had fat smeared on old bones. Zeus picked the second option and Humanity got to keep the meat while they burned the bones covered in fat for the gods as an offering, which really pissed off the gods.”

Leo's forehead began to sweat. ‘God damnit. Thanks a lot dad, now when the big guy Zeus himself comes down to find me, he could kill me with his giant lightning bolts as revenge.’ He thought.

“What about the second time? What happened next?”

Lou Ellen scratched her chin. “Well, after the trick, Zeus was really upset and took fire away from the humans to punish them, locking it in Hesphateus’ forge. Hearing that, Prometheus stole the fire back and gave it to the humans. Angry at his trickery and disloyalty, Zeus decides to chain your dad on a rock and have an eagle eat his liver forever, repeating the cycle each day until Heracles frees him.”

Well, that explains Leo’s morbid fear of eagles he had as a kid. “Okay, great stories and all, but that still didn’t explain why everyone else was glaring at me from earlier.” Leo said, gesturing to the camp. “I'm sure there's other Titans that's done way worse things.”

“I'm getting to that,” Lou Ellen replied. “Then the past few summers there was this war in New York called the Second Titan war where the Titan, Kronos and him, teamed up to destroy the Olympians. In the Titan Army, there were of course the Titans themselves but also their kids joined the army whether it was of their own free will or their godly parents told them to. The war caused a lot of our campers to die, so everyone here isn't a huge fan of them.”

The knot in Leo’s stomach kept growing. Great, more people that'll hate him based on something out of his control. He's getting sick and tired of the same old song and dance he has been forced to do at every waking moment in his life. The homemade binding starts to feel more suffocating, almost hurting his ribs.

Lou continued. “Since your dad is also a Titan everyone here believed that he joined Kronos' side but really, he actually took a neutral stance on the war, trying to protect the unaware humans from the danger. Though there were some moments where he stopped the Titan Army from winning but no one else knows about it.”

“Then, why do you know about it?”

Lou Ellen shifted around, she seemed to be contemplating on telling the Latino the truth. “Because.. I used to be a part of the Titan’s Army.”

Leo stared at the girl in surprise. It was hard to imagine her being on the battlefield, giggling to herself as she killed everyone on sight and trying to destroy the gods but then again, he could believe just about anything.

“If no one here likes the Titan kids, then how are you still here?” Leo asked.

Lou's eyes looked down at the ground. “After the war was over and Camp Half-blood won, Percy and Mara made the gods swore on the Styx, that along with claiming all of their kids, recognizing all of the minor gods on Olympus and fixing their old mistakes, they also made them not to kill the Titan kids and give them all a second chance by letting them rejoin at Camp Half-Blood, hence why I'm still here.”

Lou Ellen then bent her arms down, picking up her pig and placing him in her lap. “Sure, while everyone is happy to not die and all, half of the camp still doesnt like any of us or trust us even after four months has passed. I understand that what we did was wrong and only time could heal wounds but all we wanted was to be respected and loved like our peers...”

“Huh, that's a lot to take in..” Leo muttered. His hands start absently reaching for his jacket pins, spinning them around as he soaks in Lou's talk.

”I know it seems like it's impossible to fit in right now, but with time, you'll find people who would like you for you. Besides, you already have your friends from earlier.”

Leo nods sadly. While he did have Piper and Jason as his friends, now he is not so sure about his friendship with them. What if they found out who his dad is and avoided him or that their parents were Olympians? Whatever would happen today, Leo hoped they would stay his friends. It sounded selfish, yes, but after losing everything in his life, his friendship with Piper and Jason were the only good things keeping him going in life, and he doesn't want to lose them too.

“Lou! Lou!” A tiny looking kid tackled Lou from behind, almost knocking the girl down. He looked around eight years old. The boy had soot on his face and wore dusty green overalls over his camp t-shirt. His hair was just as curly as Leos and he had some BandAids on his tiny arms.

“Harley, what’s wrong?” Lou was quick to show concern and try to comfort the frazzled kid, who kept stuttering and panicking over his words.

“It's Jake, he said his body is hurting badly. An-and the infirmary is too busy right now, can you please help him?”

“Okay, okay, don't worry. I'll come over and help.” Lou then turned to face Leo. “I'm really sorry, we just need to make a quick stop before we finish your tour, come on now.”

Lou forged ahead with Harley and the tiny pig before Leo could say anything else.

“Traitors, fire and death,” Leo said to himself, standing up from the bench and following after the two. “This just gets better and better.”

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Leo was walking across the green behind Harley and Lou towards the cabins, when he noticed a familiar face: his old babysitter.

It was odd to see her here of all places but there she was, standing in front of a large white cabin, staring right at him.

Leo froze in his tracks, confusing Lou Ellen and Harley.

“What’s wrong?” Lou Ellen asked.

Tía Cálida—Auntie Cálida. That’s what she’d called herself, but Leo hadn’t seen her since he was five years old. She was just standing there, in the shadow of the big white cabin at the end of the green, watching him.

She wore her black linen widow’s dress, with a black shawl pulled over her hair. Her face hadn’t changed—leathery skin, piercing dark eyes. Her withered hands were like claws. She looked ancient, but no different than Leo remembered.

“That old lady …” Leo said. “What’s she doing here?” Lou and Harley tried to follow his gaze.

“What old lady?” Harley asked.

“Dude, the old lady. The one in black. How many old ladies do you see over there?” Leo gestured at Tia Callida.

“I think you hit your head back at the lake pretty bad because there's no lady standing there.” Lou replied, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Are you sure you saw someone?”

Leo wanted to protest, but when he looked back towards the big white cabin, Tía Calida was gone. He was sure she’d been there, almost as if thinking about his mom had summoned Calida back from the past. And that wasn’t good, because Tía Calida had tried to kill him.

“Sorry, just messing with you guys.” Leo pulled some gears and levers from his pockets and started fiddling with them to calm his nerves. He couldn’t have everybody at camp thinking he was crazy. At least, not crazier than he really was.

“Let’s go see Cabin Nine,” he said, walking away from the creepy white cabin. “I’m in the mood for a good distraction.”

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From the outside the Hephaestus cabin looked like an oversize RV with shiny metal walls and metal-slatted windows. The entrance was like a bank vault door, circular and several feet thick. It opened with lots of brass gears turning and hydraulic pistons blowing smoke.

Leo whistled. “They got a steampunk theme going on, huh?”

Inside, the cabin seemed deserted. Steel bunks were folded against the walls like high-tech Murphy beds. Each had a digital control panel, blinking LED lights, glowing gems, and interlocking gears. Leo figured each camper had his own combination lock to release his bed, and there was probably an alcove behind it with storage, maybe some traps to keep out unwanted visitors.

At least, that’s the way Leo would’ve designed it. A fire pole came down from the second floor, even though the cabin didn’t appear to have a second floor from the outside. A circular staircase led down into some kind of basement. The walls were lined with every kind of power tool Leo could imagine, plus a huge assortment of knives, swords, and other implements of destruction.

A large workbench overflowed with scrap metal—screws, bolts, washers, nails, rivets, and a million other machine parts. Leo had a strong urge to shove them all into his coat pockets. He loved that kind of stuff. But he’d need a hundred more coats to fit it all. Looking around, he could almost imagine he was back in his mom’s machine shop. Not the weapons, maybe—but the tools, the piles of scrap, the smell of grease and metal and hot engines. She would’ve loved this place.

He pushed away that thought. No, don't dwell on the past. He didn't like seeing those painful memories for a reason. ‘Keep moving.’ His personal motto for life. If he doesn't stay in one place for too long, he can't get hurt by anyone like before.

Leo's picked up one of the machines hung on the wall. “A weed whacker? Why would you guys need a weed whacker of all things?”

A voice in the shadows said, “You’d be surprised.”

At the back of the room, one of the bunk beds was occupied. A curtain of dark camouflage material retracted, and Leo could see the guy who’d been invisible a second before. It was hard to tell much about him because he was covered in a body cast. Lou's pig dashed over to where the talking mummy was and sat near the bed next to him, immediately taking a nap again.

His head was wrapped in gauze except for his face, which was puffy and bruised. He looked like the Pillsbury Doughboy after a beat-down.

“I’m Jake Mason,” the guy said. “I’d shake your hand, but …”

“Yeah,” Leo said. “Don’t get up.”

The guy cracked a smile, then winced like it hurt to move his face. Leo wondered what had happened to him, but he was afraid to ask.

“Welcome to Cabin Nine,” Jake said. He tried getting up in his bed but Lou protested against it.

“Oh no you don't, mister! You're not supposed to be moving at all.” She shouted, stomping straight to his bed. Her hair buns suddenly turned bright red and became on fire! Leo looked around to see if anyone was scared by the sight but it seemed that he was the only one shocked by Lou's new hairdo. “What happened?”

Jake sheepishly grinned at the fiery (both figuratively and literally) girl and winced again. “Sorry about that. Lulu. I didn't mean to get you. See, I was taking a nap in my bed when my stomach suddenly felt nauseating and I didn't know what to do so I asked Harley to get some medicine from Will for my stomach but then I guess Harley overreacted and grabbed you instead.”

Lou turned to face Harley, who was whistling like a loony toon character as he ducked into his bed, which was next to Jake's bed.

“Where are the other kids?” Lou glanced around the empty cabin, which was usually full of noisy kids and dangerous machinery being used. “Usually when I come by, there's at least six kids up here?”

“Nyssa and everyone else are busy down there working on some solutions for… the problem.” Harley said, loudly whispering that last part. “And they asked me to watch over Jake.”

“Oh, yeah. Forgot about that.”

Leo's ears perked up. What problem? Did something else happen before he arrived today? He should ask Lou when she is done.

Lou glared at Jake the talking mummy before she groaned into her hands. “You're lucky I wasn't that too busy. All right, I'm getting the Mother for this.”

But instead of calling for an adult or pulling her cellphone out like what Leo expected, Lou closed her eyes and a white glow surrounded the girl, making her transform into a giant lady. Her face was similar to a mothers face, with soft and kind eyes and her hair became much longer. It was freaky crazy how Lou went from a teenager to an adult in mere seconds.

“How the fuck did you do that!?” Leo shouted, his voice echoed through the cabin.

“Language! There are children here!” Lou hissed, while Harley was laying on his bed, too focused, working on a blueprint. “And for your information, I’m the daughter of Hecate, goddess of witchcraft, so I can change into three forms that represent my mom, hence the look.”

She bent down to Jake’s level and held her hand over his stomach. “Now, stay still.” before a blue glow emitted from her hands and started healing the mummy boy.

While Lou was busy removing his pain, Leo decided to once again explore Cabin Nine. To pass the time, Leo stared at the decked out bunk beds. Each of them had some sort of customization and decoration the campers made. Harley’s bed had a bunch of robot stickers and a bright orange curtain sheet as a door.

“Dang, kid. Your bed is really cool. Did you decorate it yourself?”

It seemed that no one brought it up at all to Harley because his eyes gleamed with joy as he explained his bed and the many buttons on it as well.

“This one can turn on the multi color LED lights I got for my birthday. This one is for a hidden bookshelf so I can put my books and robots on it. And this one is for my alarm.” Harley said, pointing to each individual while Leo listened intently.

Apparently, Harley and Jake's beds weren't the only coolest beds in Cabin Nine.

“But the best bed, besides mine, was Beckendorf's. Jake, can I show Leo Beck's bed? Please, please, please…?” Harley pleaded to Jake, who’s done with the healing process. Jake studied Leo, sizing him up.

“First things first: do you ever believe in curses and ghosts?” He asked.

Leo blinked. 'He just saw the ghost of his crazy old babysitter standing outside, someone who's definitely supposed to be dead after all those years.' He thought. 'And he can't go on with his life without remembering his mom stuck inside the machine shop fire. Don't talk to me about ghosts, doughboy.'

But aloud, he said. “Heck yeah. Plus, after dealing with a crazy wind spirit I can deal with anything.”

“Ok, then.”

“Whoa, Jake,” Lou said. “You sure?”

He nodded. Jake called out: “Bunk 1-A, please.”

The whole cabin rumbled. A circular section of the floor spiraled open like a camera lens, and a full-size bed popped up. The bronze frame had a built-in game station at the footboard, a stereo system in the headboard, a glass-door refrigerator mounted into the base, and a whole bunch of control panels running down the side. Leo jumped right in and lay back with arms behind his head.

“Oh, I can get used to this.”

“It also retracts into a private room below,” Harley said.

“Oh, heck, yes,” Leo said. “See y’all. I’ll be down checking out Beck's Cave. Which button do I press?”

“Hold on,” Lou Ellen protested. “You guys have private underground rooms? And you didn't tell me!?”

Jake probably would’ve smiled if it didn’t hurt so much. “We got lots of secrets, Lulu. You Hecate kids can’t have all the fun. Our campers have been excavating the tunnel system under Cabin Nine for almost a century. We still haven’t found the end. Anyway, Leo, if you don’t mind laying in a dead man’s bed.”

Suddenly Leo didn’t feel like kicking back. He sat up, careful not to touch any of the buttons.

“The counselor who died—this was his bed?”

“Yeah,” Jake said. “Charles Beckendorf.”

Leo imagined saw blades coming through the mattress, or maybe a grenade sewn inside the pillows.

“He didn’t, like, die die in this bed, did he?”

“No,” Jake said. “In the Titan War, last summer.”

“The Titan War,” Leo repeated, “which has nothing to do with this very fine bed?”

“The Titans,” Lou said, like Leo was an idiot. “Remember what I said? The big powerful guys that ruled the world before the gods. Their leader, Kronos, built a new palace on top of Mount Tam in California. Their armies came to New York and almost destroyed Mount Olympus. A lot of demigods died trying to stop them.”

“I’m guessing this wasn’t on the news?” Leo said. It seemed like a fair question, but Lou shook her head in disbelief. “You didn’t hear about Mount St. Helens erupting, or the freak storms across the country, or that building collapsing in St. Louis?”

Leo shrugged. Last summer, he’d been on the run from another foster home. Then a truancy officer caught him in New Mexico, and the court sentenced him to the nearest correctional facility—the Wilderness School.

“Guess I was busy.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Jake said. “You were lucky to miss it. The thing is, Beckendorf was one of the first casualties, and ever since then—”

“Your cabin’s been cursed,” Leo guessed. Jake didn’t answer. Then again, the dude was in a body cast. That was an answer. Leo started noticing little things that he hadn’t seen before—an explosion mark on the wall, a stain on the floor that might’ve been oil … or blood. Broken sword shards and smashed machines kicked into the corners of the room, maybe out of frustration. The place did feel unlucky.

“So, are you a new kid for Cabin Nine?” Jake asked Leo, trying to lighten the mood. “It's been about a year since we had a new kid and you look like you fit right in.”

Leo shook his head. “I wished, but.. I'm in a different cabin.” Leo didn't know if Jake or Harley knew about the newest rumors since the duo was stuck in their cabin all day but he didn't want to risk making someone else hate him for no reason. “This place is totally an engineer’s dream place though! I wish my new cabin had this set-up.”

Harley’s brown eyes had a childlike twinkle in them after Leo said that. “You’re an engineer too?!” He squealed, jumping around in his spot. “Do you wanna see the forge!? It's super cool! We have a large place made with giant machines and personal desks, and we get to make so many cool projects that help the camp.”

“Harley, don't put any pressure on the kid.” Lou interrupted, returning back to her teenage self. “He went through a lot today and should be heading to his new cabin, Cabin Eleven, before dinner starts.”

But Leo waved his hands. “It's fine, I'm kinda curious about these guys' forge. If their cabin is this awesome, then the forge would totally blow me away!”

Lou looked unsure on letting Leo go to the forge but with Harley's puppy eyes, she folded too easily. “Fine! Just one look. Then we head to your new cabin and get you settled in, okay?”

The two boys cheered while Lou rolled her eyes fondly at the scene.

“You have your work cut out for you.” Jake said.

“Yes, yes I do.” Lou replied.

Jake then sifted a yawn. “Well, I should head back to sleep. I hope you like it here Leo. It used to be… really nice.”

He closed his eyes and the camouflage curtain drew itself across the bed.

“Come on, Leo,” Harley said. “I’ll take you to the forges.”

As they were leaving, Leo looked back at his new bed, and he could almost imagine a dead counselor sitting there—another ghost who wasn’t going to leave Leo alone.

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[percabeth4life]

it would've been interesting to see more manipulative Perry in his conversation with Prometheus..i feel like there was so much *more* potential in them interacting than we got

Gods the way we could've had Prometheus playing against either Percy or Annabeth or *both* (wisdom vs forethought, cunning vs foreknowledge-). We missed out.

[my-pjo-stuff]

What did you think of Kelli the empousa and Prometheus from BOTL and TLO respectively?

I was personally kind of confused on why Prometheus was seen as kind of a bad guy for tricked the gods into getting a smaller portion by Annabeth. Cause isn’t that a good thing?

No idea dude, honestly I just blame it on Rick's shitty writing. Prometheus was all things considered the prime candidate to humanize the titans as he wanted to do with Calypso, considering he's kinda the guy who sacrificed himself selflessly for humanity. Perhabs Rick feared that the gods would look too bad if Prometheus was a good guy? But then again, Luke's entier character exists. So there's that. Or maybe he just brands anything titan immediately as evil, Calypso getting the exception bc hot girl with crush on Percy.

Idk, don't have much more to say on Prometheus. Kellie just exists for me and that's that.

[bugwolfsstuff]

Current W.I.Ps

Here's some of the W.I.Ps I'm working on with summaries, extracts and little notes i have written for myself. And as I'm about to post this i am realizing that most of these are about Dionysus lmao.

Please tell me what you all think about these w.i.ps tho. I am open to constructive criticism.

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DEAD MOM(S) DEAD MOMMM(S) I NEEED A BIT OF HELP HEREEE

Summary: Leo and Connor Stoll bond over dead moms

Notes to myself:

[Con's mom died when he was a baby, and he seems nonchalant about it]

[the convo gets started when Con is looking for Issac Schuster. Leo doesn't know which brother of his that is and says that he's not used to having a big family and that it used to be just him and his mom. Con relates to that.]

Small extract: (this one only has a few words cus i got writers block)

The sun dipped over the forest of Camp Half-Blood. Casting a 

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2. ..What?....You d-dont remember what she looks like?

Summary: Libary by Jack Stauber but as Dionysus and Ino

Notes to myself:

[Traumatize this man]

[Lines so i dont have to watch it over and over again]

[Behind curtain number one is... *Dionysus mouths Auntie* correct!]

[(have a pause before this) Wait]

[Y-You don't remember what she looks like!]

[Hey! Just make something up.]

[Oh! What you make is gonna end.]

[And get old too!]

Small Extract:

I never liked dreams much. 

When I was a demigod, they usually meant more trauma to bottle up and ignore (Yes, Chiron, I know that's not healthy, but I don't care).

When I became a god, the dreams...didn't disappear for some reason but got less frequent. Maybe because I learned to ignore my past more effectively, or maybe Epiales favours me because I gave him that bottle of wine for his birthday.

Tonight, it seems I have lost his favour.

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3. Wine child

Summary: After a fight with Hebe, Dionysus ends up in his 8 year old self and the camp have to take care of him.

Notes to myself:

[First person switching POV?]

[Dio shows up in a stained and torn girl's ancient Greek outfit]

[Following Pseudo-Apollodorus, Bibliotheca 3. 28: Hera inflicted madness on them, so that Athamas stalked and slew his elder son Learkhos on the conviction that he was a deer, while Ino threw Melikertes into a basin of boiling water, and then, carrying both the basin and the corpse of the boy, she jumped to the bottom of the sea. Zeus changing Dionysos into a baby goat to save him from Hera]

[ "But I do not ask for the heavenly fire of your lightning, nor the cloud, nor the thunderclap… The sparks of the thunderbolt that killed my mother are no pleasure to me" —Dionysus, Nonnus Dionyusica 10]

Small extract: (since i have already posted a part of the first chapter ill put the second w.i.p chp)

Percy: Camp Half-Blood becomes a divine daycare.

"Why is everyone at the archery range?" Annabeth asked, deflecting Riptide.

I grinned, "Nice try, Wise girl. I won't fall for that trick."

She frowned. "No, Seaweed Brain, I'm serious! Something's going on."

I decided to risk it and take a look...and she knocked Riptide out of my hands and threw me onto my butt.

Yeah, I should have expected that. Classic Annabeth move.

But she was telling the truth though. Something was going on. There was a crowd gathered around the archery range.

"Maybe someone got claimed?" I said hopefully. That was the best-case scenario. A new camper gets claimed by their godly parent and moves out of the Hermes cabin. Worst-case scenario: it's another prophecy.

"A normal claiming wouldn't cause that big of a crowd, though." She replied, sheathing her sword.

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4. The horse and the infant but with Leo

Summary:

Zeus comes to Prometheus with an offer.

An offer that if he does something for the gods, he is free.

The thing is to kill an infant, Leo.

Notes to myself:

[Hypatos—Supreme, Most High]

[Use this dialogue later: "You, Klytotekhnês, couldn't defeat a titan." Prometheus said.

"I know," "but I have to try."]

[Palamnaeus-(Punisher) of Murderers]

Small extract:

The cloud gatherer approaches.

Prometheus looked up from his rock to the approaching gods. His face—painfully—curved into a smile that held no warmth. A visit from him meant a break from those winged beasts. And a break from those winged beasts meant a reprieve from suffering.

"Hypatos Zeus, Aidoneus, what do I owe the pleasure?" he said.

Zeus did not return the smile. 

Sometimes Prometheus, in his endless free time, ponders if Hagno taught that boy manners.

Ever the social butterfly, Aidoneus — or Hades, as he prefers — turned invisible and left without so much of a greeting.

[ruegarding]

that scene in tlo where thalia tells percy he can't start feeling sorry for luke bc luke made his choices. and thalia reveals that the reason they couldn't make it to camp in time for all of them to make it to camp was bc luke kept picking fights. and annabeth never saw this as wrong bc luke was her hero. so thalia had to pick up the pieces. and percy thinking both that luke was put in a cruel position and that luke was putting others in a cruel position. and percy is the only character who understood both sides of luke bc annabeth sees only the best of him and thalia sees only the worst. and that's why percy is the prophecy kid and the one who gives luke the knife. bc annabeth had spent the entire series essentially giving luke the knife when he didn't deserve it. and thalia was never going to give luke the knife. but percy is the only one who can see exactly when luke deserves the knife.

[alsofullofflies]

Plz go watch Kaos on Netflix gang 😭

[moodyseal]

TOApril Day 28 - Under The Stars

Last drawing of the revolution series!! Wasn't supposed to be a series originally but I got too excited

I made many sketches before I settled on this version and while I didn't like the angle in one of them bc I use it too often I did like the expression so I'm sharing it anyway <3

[ksitalo]

I just realised something

We all know that percy gets more powerful when hes in the water right

But the same thing doenst happen for other characters who have elemental powers like:hazel,leo,jason or Thalia

I was thinking about the prometheus mission au that i created on my head and then i thought, what if the reason why leo doenst get powered up by fire is because its the purest form of the element, like percy doesnt get more powerful when he is in contact with blood for example because even if has water is not pure water

So maybe leo can only get powered up through lava,magma(only volcano lava not the lava wall) or divine fire because these are the purest form of the element

So what do you guys think it would power up jason,thalia and hazel?

[knightofthenewrepublic]

[fleurbleedinghearts]

Yeah yeah Iapetus redemption is fun and all, but honestly, he should be rightfully angry at Zeus for the fates of his sons.

Menoetius was stuck in Tartarus with him.

Atlas has been carrying the sky since the 1st titan war.

Prometheus was getting his liver eaten out daily for giving humans fire.

Epimetheus's wife was deliberately made to screw over humanity (who Prometheus invented and loved) because Zeus didn't feel like Prometheus's punishment was enough and had to mess with his brother too.

And sure, Iapetus's sons aren't perfect, some of them in fact are not good at all, but he's still a father and those are still his little boys. And they suffered a lot.

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Okay I was talking with my friend about this and: do you think it would be possible for the titans to have children with mortals, outside of Ancient Greece? I know it’s probably “no” because of tarturus but I’m curious. (In elementary school I had an OC who was the daughter of Kronos.)

I think it is possible, and my proof is right in the Flood Myth!

Say hello to Deucalion, son of Prometheus despite the guy being chained to a rock on the top of a mountain and getting his liver eaten every day, and husband to Pyrrha, daughter of Epimetheus and Pandora!

yes they are cousins shhh

Deucalion was a mortal king and his wife was also mortal, so it stands to reason that Titans can have mortal children like the gods (they are, after all, just a different generation of gods).

So that daughter of Kronos OC of yours could very well be possible. Plus Chiron exists, and he was born a mortal centaur and made immortal (depending on the version...he dies in one Heracles myth for sure but obviously in RRverse he's still alive so he's gotta be immortal here lol)

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO MISCELLANEOUS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: 🔥 PROMETHEUS: TITAN GOD OF FORETHOUGHT AND CRAFTY COUNSEL, CREATOR OF HUMANITY, BRINGER OF FIRE 🔥

A/N: SURPRISE! Guess no one expected this huh?! Since Prometheus is not a virgin god and literally created humans and from the PJO books, I remembered him saying he loves humans, I thought there's no way that this Titan has not at least once fell in love with a human and had a child in turn. So why not throw a curve ball for a final bang! So here we go!! Hope you enjoy the last demigod h/cs of {Wave 2.0}!!!

MISCELLANEOUS DEMIGOD H/CS MASTERLIST LINK: [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

Prometheus claims he’s always been an ally of humanity so I’d imagine he has a few times mingled with mortals and produces a demigod every so often (that ranges every hundred years to maybe a century). So you are probably one of the few that exist, if not the only one in your time.

You arrived at Camp Halfblood much like the others and acted pretty much like a regular unclaimed demigod. If you came before the age of 13, there were many theories of who your godly parent was. The only indication who it might be was Apollo, given your regular visions but what confused the children of Apollo was that your vision shifted time to time. Your visions revealed many results but they weren’t clear either. If you are at least the age of 13 when you arrived, you weren’t immediately or quickly claimed, leaving other to still speculate. It is much the same speculation from before but things start to shift as you saw your claim again and again; possibilities of how it could happen and what came after it.

Your claiming arrived when you decided to go with the best vision you think of, and gathered the counsel of the cabin leaders and Chiron and Mr. D, with Hestia in the corner for some reason. You revealed your vision, describing it in detail then everyone gasped as they looked above your head. You already knew how it was going to go yet you still looked up. It feels like a bit out of an out of body experience when your vision is happening in real life. Mr. D choked on his diet coke at the sight as he cursed not having an alcoholic drink right now and while most of the campers were confused, the head of the Athena cabin enlightened you all. Then you all learned you were a titan demigod of Prometheus.

Blessed Hestia. You were (forcibly) summoned to Mt. Olympus on the pretence that you had to pay for Prometheus’ crimes on his behalf; you had a mini vision of facing the same punishment as your godly father. The crackling of the Hearth made you turn and you whispered Sanctuary, remembering something and you saw Hestia smile.

That’s when Hestia stood up, holding Pandora’s Pithos, and basically said because Prometheus was responsible for stealing fire for mankind, which in turn fell under her domain of the Hearth, it would be best if you served under Hestia and to tend and protect the hearth of Olympus and Camp Halfblood, while also protecting the Pithos that contained Elpis (Hope); seeing as Prometheus was the one who gave Percy Jackson the Pithos as a way they were giving up to the Titan Army. Zeus made his own unsaid narrative that Hestia said and decided that it was a fitting “punishment”.

While you weren’t happy about the situation, you knew you got the best result in the situation; your forethought visions flashing in your head like bad anxiety thoughts. In privacy, around the hearth at Camp with Hestia, she told you the truth; how before mankind knew fire, Prometheus took the coals of the fire from her Heath that she tended to on Olympus. She didn’t elaborate but you pieced it together that Hestia might have allowed Prometheus to take the coal and giving mankind fire. If that was true, then she was repaying Prometheus a favour…and in turn you.

You have the power of forethought which is different from having the power of prophecy and foresight. Unlike the children of Apollo and those who can see the future, you can see possibilities of the future and in turn are more frequent and are more vague in nature, rather than a singular truer future.

While you may have inherited the gift of forethought from Prometheus (and perhaps general clairvoyance), you also inherited his aversion and fear of large predatory birds; particularly Eagles and Vultures because of the whole getting his liver getting picked out and eaten every day. Its bad enough that when you just see the symbol of an eagle/vulture, you just nope out of there or feel the area of your liver is located pulsing and twisting in pain.

You would think being a titan demigod would deter people away; especially when it’s a Titan that’s been in direct league with Kronos. Well, it did at first but when they saw you working with Hestia at the Hearths, news of your forethought abilities led to you being accosted. It might have started when you talked with a daughter of Aphrodite who was loudly lamenting about her love troubles between two boys she liked when she burnt an offering to Aphrodite, and you absentmindedly responded that was one was a jerk, or was it when you listened to the rumblings of Athena kid  who burnt an offering to Athena, who was listing off possibilities and you gave your own two cents, but now people are coming to you at the hearths for advice and your two cents on the manner. That’s when you learned that you did in fact, inherit Prometheus' Crafty Counsel.

If you think you’re outcasted by being a titan demigod, you’re not alone. The children of Hecate start to come around to you and provide comradery as they explain that technically, Hecate is also a titan god as she was born during the times of the Titans, and was the only one among the Titans to retain her titan status under the Rule of Zeus and was honoured by all the immortal gods. So by technicality, they are also titan demigods as well.

When Prometheus came to talk to Percy Jackson during the war, he was about 7ft tall in his ‘mortal’ size, so there’s a chance that you may have inherited that height.

Being a child of Prometheus and sort of worshipper to Hestia, by choice and not, you eventually learn all the tea. Over actual pots of tea. People start to complain or gossip over the pyre, when they’re sacrificing bits of offerings to the gods, when they borrow your ear and two cents for a bit, and so forth. It feels akin to people chatting around the kitchen stove, and you’re the one that just gives a quip or two as you help serve some snacks and food. You asked Hestia once if this happens before you came in and you saw the twinkling spark in her eye as she gave a polite, sneaking smile.

Speaking of which, you eventually learn you have a connection with fire, ranging from resistance to fire to actually wielding it. You have no idea if it’s between being a child of Prometheus and with a connection to Hestia, but you’re not in a hurry to find out why in case this would only draw the eyes of the gods onto you; specifically Zeus. 

Your nerves were on fire, the flames being as powerful as the first fire for humanity; the importance and weight of its flames that was carried into Prometheus’ hands, its heat spreading into his titan veins and now passed down into you when sparked and kindled. It was going out of control, its flames threatening to escape from your nerves and spread to your entire body and consuming you entirely. 

The godly presence and wrath of Zeus consumed you, bearing down on you, his eyes piercing down at you as if you’re Prometheus himself and simply an innocent child who carried the sins of their father instead. You could feel the stormy rage the King of the Gods swirling around you, crackling and choking you in his storm, ready to pass judgement on you in the slowest way possible. 

You could see it all. All of the possibilities that Zeus and other gods’ punishments onto you, simply for being Prometheus’ demigod child, all of them were flashing in your mind. You weren’t sure if you were simply seeing them out of anxiety or was it your inherited gift of forethought from your forefather. 

Then a gentle hand stoked and tamed the flames, slowly controlling the flames from a crackling bonfire to a gentle warm, fire. You felt the calming hand pressured against your back, slowly patting your back and patting in a gentle rhythm. You let out a gasp of air, your breathing becoming less laboured and more tempered, your heart no longer beating in anxiety. 

The adrenaline was calming down and you stared at the flames of Hestia’s hearth, the goddess of said hearth had poured you a nice warm drink and pressed it into your hands. Her hands coaxing your death gripped fingers from your palms to wrap around the cup, holding your hands to it to provide warmth from the cup to warm your cold anxious palms and her warm hands warming the outside of your hands. 

The smell of the drink comforted you as you heard the occasional crackle of the fire. Then you remembered you narrowly avoided many of the harsh punishments by the grace of Hestia. There was some bitterness that you were still punished in the end and there was some logic in Hestia’s words, but at the same time, you loathed and understood it. 

“I know it’s not fair to you child” spoke Hestia and you snapped your head up at her as she smiled at the Hearth. “My brother, as wise as he may be, is still the god of storms and his temper lashes out like lightning to a lightning pole.”

“But why me? I didn’t have to do anything with the war, heck I was still an infant!” you protested. 

“You did not but Prometheus was and because gods cannot punish another god unless directly faced, so the gods can only rely and punish mortals instead.” 

You were about to retort but then you saw Hestia give a silent gesture, her eyes knowing yet warning. You shut your mouth as you sighed, drumming your fingers against your cup. 

“Then can I ask something else?” 

“What is it?”

“Is it really because Prometheus stole the coals from your Hearth that you and Zeus, I guess, that you suggested this…arrangement?” you asked, “To begin with, how could Prometheus even steal the coals from your watch?”

Hestia smiled and as she raised her head from bowing over the Hearth, you saw her change from child to an adult, and through the flames, you knew the truth. Hestia allowed Prometheus to take the coal from the Hearth that provided fire to humanity. Her domain expanded in turn because she allowed Prometheus to give mankind fire. 

If this was true, protecting you like this was a thank you to Prometheus in a way.

You stared at her wide-eyed and made an “oh” as Hestia hummed, before handing you a freshly baked roll. You took it and took a nibble letting the sweet honey coat your tongue and when you remembered about the cup in your hand, you realized it was still warm to the touch.

[daiselanie]

kiddo

[m4gp13]

Prometheus: this is my favourite little mortal who has everything wrong with him, Ethan, do the thing!

Ethan: *thinks about his life and bursts into tears*

Prometheus: See? He knows tricks!