I think the scene where Percy controls the water in Akhyls’s body is more powerful than initially thought. Not only does Percy reveal a darker side to him, it proves the gods’ fear of the Big Three having children isn’t misguided. They are dangerous if they survive long enough.
Could you imagine the same thing happening for the other Big Three children? Nico could snap his fingers and cause your lungs to collapse. Thalia could turn cities to ash.
Teamed up, the children of the Big Three could destroy the gods.
“The Chosen One” aspect is really interesting in the pjo series.
Like we all know that Percy’s going to be the one of the prophecy, there’s absolutely no doubt about it. Already ignoring the fact that he’s the narrator, there are literally huge cosmic, higher power signs pointing to Percy throughout the series, enforcing the idea that Percy is the hero of the great prophecy and his role to either save or destroy the world was predetermined years before he was even born.
But in the Titan’s Curse, two extremely interesting things occur: First, three other children of the Big Three become involved into the storyline. And as they are all under sixteen, that definitely throws the off the certainty of Percy being the hero of the Prophecy. Second, and more importantly, after Bianca’s death and Thalia’s newly immortal state, Percy makes the decision to be the hero of the prophecy. Percy chooses to be the Chosen One.
That in itself creates such an interesting and conflicting concept: Percy is obviously the One of the prophecy, but his decision implies that he had a choice in the matter. Perhaps, if he had never come to that resolution, that is one of the many ways he would have razed Olympus.
Or maybe, in order to be the chosen one, you have to choose yourself. It’s interesting to think what would have happened if Thalia never accepted immortality or if Bianca hadn’t died.
Also, I’m not sure how much this has been discussed but that is such a defining characteristic of Percy. (Whether or not the decision changed the outcome) Percy chose to be the hero of the prophecy. He deliberately accepted that as his role. And he did it all to spare someone else’s pain - so Nico di Angelo would not have to suffer more than he already did.
An incomplete list of stuff in the pjo-verse that I would love to know more about:
Demigods who made it into adulthood. There must be a lot, especially if they lived their whole childhood at Camp Half-Blood. It’s assumed that there are no campers past college-age, which means that they all “graduate” and go into the mortal world. This wouldn’t even be a new concept; all of the Ancient Greek heroes were already adults, so making it in the mortal world might even be considered some kind of rite of passage. I would particularly love to know how the Greek demigods handled the Battle of the Labyrinth and the Battle of Manhattan—some of them must have wanted to help. Maybe there were some adults that joined Kronos. It’s peculiar, because the oldest modern demigod we know of by name is Luke, but there must have been some players in the war that were older than him.
Think about old campers coming back to visit and seeing their little siblings and bringing their kids!
There must be Hunters of Artemis who are daughters of the Big Three, which would add an incredibly interesting dynamic once Percy, Nico, Bianca, and Thalia emerged
Demeter’s kids could technically be eligible for the Great Prophecy, if we assume that “eldest gods” is used because the masculine form is dominant in the English language. This must have come up at least once over the 70 years that they were trying to figure out the prophecy, and I wonder how they came to the conclusion that her kids couldn’t be prophecy children.
How and when did the gods move to America? If they move with Western civilization, would they stay in England until America became a world power? Or did they sense the shift in the air as soon as the Revolution was won? Did George Washington lead the Revolution against the gods’ will (and have a huge fight with Athena about it)?
Literally how did Chiron not know about the Labyrinth entrance in the camp
When did the last Oracle die and like… who was she
When did Dionysus first come to camp
To what extent were the children of the Big Three involved in World War II and what happened to the ones under 16
To what extent were demigods involved in the Civil War
how many kids are in each cabin?
How many siblings does Annabeth have? are they really all blonde, and why, like does Athena just have a thing for blondes or something? does Annabeth like her siblings? is she the oldest?
Do Percy and Annabeth have actual friends at camp besides each other and Thalia and Grover?
Who are these famous demigods that we keep hearing about and like, do campers brag about their famous siblings ever? And do you honestly expect me to believe that no one in the camp besides Piper has ever been related to somebody famous? Like, hear me out: the gods definitely fuck celebrities all the time.
Are there any kids at camp with gay parents, because like… gods can do that (I’m looking at you, Athena)
How do things work at camp like where do they wash their clothes and does every cabin have bathrooms inside and how many bunks are in each cabin and which cabins are always sparse and which are always full?
Are they really not allowed to have technology? Surely the borders would protect them from attracting monsters when they’re using cellphones?
Is their a hierarchy at camp depending on godly parent? There must be. And there must be some people who are bitter about it. I bet the Zeus cabin used to rule the camp, back in the day
JUST GIVE ME SOME MORE DEMIGOD HISTORY, MAN. How was the camp founded? When was the camp founded? Oldest living demigods? Heroes of the Civil War and World War II and the Revolutionary War? Are all of the Beatles really demigods? Was camp ever segregated? Did George Washington have other demigods or was the army mostly mortal? Are we supposed to think that all wars throughout history had a demigod side and a mortal side? Who built the camp? Honestly, did they really only accept Olympian children until Percy came around? Like, frankly, I just don’t believe that it was never a problem until Luke???
full offense i just want everyone to know that i will forever hate the grand majority of the one direction fandom that tore liam to fucking shreds when he gained back weight after renouncing his unhealthy workout routine + meal skipping but gave harry nothing but endless support and love when he started to do the same
Sometimes, Sally lies awake at night. She stares up at the ceiling in her quiet house—ignoring Paul’s snores—and she thinks the same thought over and over again. What if.
It’s not a question. It’s never been a question, because there’s never been a definitive answer.
She thinks about Annabeth during nights like these. Paul loves her, considers her to be like a daughter. Strangely, Sally’s never felt this way. To call Annabeth her daughter would infantilize a brilliantly strong woman who is more than capable of standing by herself. If anything, Sally is hopelessly envious.
It’s a guilty feeling. Annabeth’s life has been hard, needlessly so. Sally doesn’t want to brush aside that pain and hardship just to focus on an ideal. But…Sally was young too, once.
She was young. And smart. And powerful. And hopeful. And strong. She wanted to change the world.
She watches as Annabeth rebuilds Mount Olympus, leaves her mark on this world in a permanent way. An old flame burns inside Sally’s soul.
What people seem to forget about Nico Di Angelo is that despite not being physically strong (compared to the other children of the Big Three), he is mentally strong.
He lost his sister, his only close relative, at age 10. He wandered around the Labyrinth for a year, seeking revenge. He was treated like a traitor from Percy, who he might had a crush on in The Last Olympian, when he only wanted to know about his mother. He then had to prove he was a friend by summoning dead soldiers. He left Camp Half-Blood again, traveling back and forth between two camps that weren’t aware of each other’s existence, like nothing was wrong. I guess that between his journeys, he lived in the streets.
At 12, he saw his crush, not recognizing anyone but remembering only one name that wasn’t his own. He still acted like he didn’t know anything. Less than a month later, he was kept to life by eating one pomegranate seed every day, and then went through Tartarus alone. Right after his recovery, he shadow-travelled along with a stranger and a crazy goat around the world in, how much? A week? He saw Octavian die in a war, and, despite the continuation of the war, all he could think about was what Will Solace thought of him, watching an actual person die and doing nothing.
Percy may have had more weight in his shoulders since he was 12, great prophecy and all. But he got through all of that with friends, and he barely survived.
Argue all you want about Percy, Jason and Thalia being great leaders and soldiers. I won’t fight you. But if you dare say Nico Di Angelo is not as great as his cousins, remember what he’s got through, and still is alive. His mental stability is fucking goals.
I’m not from Europe, I’m from latin america, but every single year I’m on tumblr, based on your reactions and commentary, I think more and more that world war III is going to begin with or at eurovision….
Ever since Shiro and Keith met, Keith had always been drawn towards the son of Zeus. He couldn’t really pinpoint what exactly it was, but he just knew he was comfortable when he was by Shiro’s side, he felt safe—despite the fact they battled way too many monsters than any other demigods should’ve before they get to camp, simply because they were apparently BOTH children of The Big Three.
Being a child of Zeus and child of Hades made them more delicious (Keith cringed at the term but there was no other way to put it) also because they were very rare. The gods made a law that The Big Three: Zeus, Hades and Poseidon, not to have anymore children with mortals because they tend to be really powerful and destructive, they have the ability to destroy the world and the gods would like to prevent that. All the World Wars were caused by children of The Big Three fighting. Keith would’ve found it amazing but he couldn’t imagine starting World War IV if he and Shiro would have an argument.
Keith made his way to forest since Shiro told him to meet him there. He saw his best friend’s back sitting on a tree branch. Sensing his presence, Shiro turned around and waved at Keith. Keith smiled back. It must be Shiro’s friendly aura, his caring personality or the way he simply smiles softly at Keith.
Shiro summoned the winds to lift Keith up to the tree so he could sit beside him. “Thanks,” Keith muttered as he sat properly, holding onto the branch. “So what’s up?”
“I got you a cake,” Shiro pulled out a slice of cake from his picnic basket and handed it to Keith. “Well, Hunk baked it cause you know how awful I am at things like this.”
It startled him, to be honest but he smiled and accepted it. “What’s the occasion? Not that eating cake on a normal day is bad.”
Shiro frowned. “You don’t remember.” A fact, not a question. Keith shook his head as he took a bite, seeing Shiro getting a slice of his own. “It’s your birthday, you silly goob.”
Keith gaped. His birthday? “What? My birthday?”
“Yeah, Happy 18th Birthday, Keith!” Shiro chuckled and then softly stared at Keith who seemed to have a hard time processing it. He took the son of Hades’ hand and started caressing it softly, an obvious attempt to bring Keith back to the present.
Keith’s heart was beating so fast and before he could stop himself, Keith grabbed Shiro’s shirt and pulled him close so he could give him a peck on the lips. It was really brief but Keith felt like he could’ve died, so when he realized what he did, he quickly detached himself and noticed that Shiro had his eyes wide open in surprise.
“What was that all about?” Shiro whispered, still not taking his eyes off Keith.
Oh gods. Keith felt terrible and absolutely awful. He let his feelings get the better of him and now… “I… I’ve always been meaning to tell you before my 18th birthday without realizing I was running out of time and oh gods. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same way, Shiro.” Keith forced a laugh. “Think of it as like, uh, my um… birthday gift? Selfish birthday wish gift.” Keith was blabbering, he knew that as he stared at his hands that were clenched on top of his thighs. His hands started to shake and then suddenly his plate started to slip and he couldn’t process what happened next but…
1. His plate fell. He went to grab it out of reflex. 2. He fell off the branch with no such grace. 3. Shiro panicked and summoned the winds.
And that was how Keith found himself holding his now empty plate, floating in front of Shiro who just gave him a very amused smile.
“It’s not funny,” Keith grumbled, fist still clenched. “Put me down.”
Shiro shook his head and cupped Keith’s face to return the favor: a soft peck on Keith’s lips. “Now we’re even.”
If his eyeballs could only pop out of his eye sockets, they probably would’ve done it now because what the hell just happened?
“Keith?” Shiro asked worriedly.
“D-do that again,” Keith squeaked.
Shiro laughed and Keith could’ve sworn he saw the clouds parting, giving ways to the rays of the sun to shine down on Shiro, providing him the golden halo that Keith knew was always there. He reached out for Shiro who gladly pulled him and Keith hugged him really tight. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he buried his face into Shiro’s neck.
“What did you say?” Shiro asked.
“I said this is the best birthday ever,” Keith leaned away for a second to look at Shiro. “Also, you are allowed to hold my hand in public whenever we walk side by side.”
“Oh, thank the gods. Cause that’s what I’ve always been dreaming of if I ever got myself a boyfriend.” Shiro sarcastically said then he softened and kissed Keith on the cheek. “I’d love to hold your hand in public, Keith.”
That was how the camp found out because they went back to the dining pavilion, holding hands.
“Oh thank the gods it worked,” Hunk sighed in relief as he saw the new couple passing by. “I hope they enjoyed my cake.”
“WHAT?” Lance screamed. “Are you seeing this?!” he pointed at Shiro and Keith dramatically. “What the heck? WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?? I?? WHAT?”
“C’mon it’s so obvious, Lance,” Pidge rolled his eyes.
“OBVIOUS? OBVIOUS???!” Lance raised an eyebrow. “I THINK NOT! Since when did Shiro go for guys? AND KEITH OF ALL PEOPLE???”
“Lance, close your mouth. Your jaw could reach the floor,” Shiro commented as they went past his table.
There were a lot of groans and devastated cries because not only was the son of Zeus no longer available, even the son of Hades! Even worse! They just started dating each other.
Emerald Green =
Triumph, Hyper, Energetic, Mischevious
Dark Green =
Disgusted, Ill, Nauseous
Teal = Alert, Nervous
Ice Blue = Fear,
Light Blue = Sleepy,
True Blue = Relaxed,
Dark Blue = Bored
Serious, Confident, Concentrating
Violet = Happy,
Light Purple =
Magenta = Embarrassed
Dark Pink = Silly
Light Pink = Flirty,
White = Hollow,
Grey = Sad, Hopeless,
Dejected, Discouraged, Gloomy
Blue-Grey = Sad for
The Iris cabin had been getting really tiered of the son of
Hades walking around looking like a charcoal sketch all the time, so one day
they devised a plan and teamed up with the Hecate cabin to charm Nico’s clothes
so that they changed color with his mood. Of course no one would have ever
expected the results that they got.
“Do you really think that this is a good idea?” one of the
Iris campers asked as they snuck into cabin 13 before sunrise with a member of
the Hecate cabin. “Shhh! Would you be quiet, the mist won’t work if he hears
us!” the Hecate camper said as they clamped a hand over the other’s mouth. The
two of them had been selected by their cabins to sneak into the Hades cabin to
charm Nico’s wardrobe, after much debating they had come up with the idea that
Nico needed to wear more colors but they figured that if they just said
something he wouldn’t be happy, and if they just dyed all of his clothes then
he’d really be mad. So here they were Iris and Hecate cabins teamed up to cast
a charm on all of the son of Hades’ clothes so that like a mood ring, they
would change colors depending on what he was feeling.
They had hidden themselves as best they could from the
patrol harpies while they snuck into Nico’s cabin, now all they needed to do
was enchant his clothes and get out before he woke up. “Over here.” The Iris
camper whispered and motioned to where Nico stored his things. The two of them
carefully laid everything out neatly and set to work with the spell, once that
was done they put everything back the way it was and quietly made their way
back out. All that was left now was to wait and see what happened.
Nico woke up and sat in bed for a few minutes while he let the
sleep fade from his mind. Once he was fully awake he crawled out of bed and got
ready for the day. He grabbed a simple pair of dark jeans and a dark grey
t-shirt and threw them on before heading out to breakfast at the dining pavilion.
When he stepped outside he had to shield his eyes from the glare of the early morning
sun, without him noticing his shirt momentarily changed color to orange but quickly
returned to its original shade of washed out grey.
As Nico was walking someone ran up beside him and placed an
arm over his shoulder catching him by surprise, his shirt and jeans both turned
lime green for a split second but returned to normal as he turned and saw Jason
standing next to him. “Oh it’s you, what do you want Jason?” Nico asked as he
slipped out from under the other boys arm. Jason stood there trying to figure
out if he had really just seen Nico’s clothes change color, it was so fast he
wasn’t sure if maybe he had just imagined it. “Did… Never mind, I thought I’d
walk with you to breakfast.”
Nico shrugged not really noticing the change in what his
friend had been about to say. “Sure.” The two of them carried on, Nico just
walking as if everything was normal meanwhile Jason kept glancing over at the
younger boy to see if the weird color change would happen again.
Over behind one of the cabins stood the two half-bloods that
had placed the charm on Nico’s clothes, they had seen it working but had
noticed that it only lasted a very short time and seemed to only occur with
intense emotions, never the less their plan had worked, all that was left was
to see how well and if the son of Hades would end up sending an army of skeletons
after both cabins when this was all over with.
Nico sat down at the table designated to the children of the
Big Three so that they didn’t have to sit alone for the remainder of the
summer. Jason sat down next to him still glancing over from time to time and
Nico had noticed and it was starting to bug him, which was made apparent when his
shirt turned orange once more as he turned to look at the blond. “What?” Jason
continued to stare with his mouth opening and closing but no words came out.
Nico raised an eyebrow at him. “Seriously what is up with you this morning?”
Nico asked as he reached for his glass that filled with orange juice.
Jason finally found his voice and managed to stammer out his
thoughts. “What is up with me? What is up with your clothes?” he pointed at
Nico’s clothing but by then they had returned to their original colors again,
Nico looked down at himself and then back at his friend with a puzzled look and
once more his shirt changed right before the son of Zeus’s eyes, this time becoming yellow. Jason quickly
pointed to show Nico what he meant and this time Nico saw what was happening
just before it turned back to normal.
Nico jumped up as his clothes turned a bright lime green and
then quickly turned from Teal to ice blue to a bright magenta as his emotions
ranged from shocked, nervous, panicked, and embarrassed that this was happening
and where everyone could see. Because of his sudden movement and the quick succession
of bright colors flashing over his clothing most people had stopped what they
were doing to look at him. “W-What?! What’s happening?!” He asked not really
knowing who to direct the question to but still wanting to know. His shirt and
pants changed to more of a yellow- green color now but went right back to magenta
and then to brown.
He looked up to see that more of his friends had arrived and
were now standing nearby looking at him sort of shocked. Not wanting to hear
what they might have to say he looked around quickly and spotted a spot that
was more shaded that the rest and ran for it knowing that this was probably not
a great idea but needing to get away so that he could figure this out, he
jumped into the shadows. As the shadows engulfed him he heard cries of alarm
from his friends and he heard one voice above all shouting at him. “Nico No!”
but he was already gone.
Nico re-emerged in
some room in what seemed to be the Big house. He was thankful that his random
jump hadn’t taken him somewhere dangerous or too far away, and he was
especially grateful that he hadn’t faded and become one with the shadows,
though he noted that his fingertips weren’t all that solid and he hoped that
the effects were only temporary and would return to normal soon.
He found a spot by the window and sat their hoping that the
sunlight would help take away the chill that lingered after shadow traveling. He
leaned his head back against the wall as his eyes drooped slightly, he was
still weary after even short jumps and he knew that if Will caught up with him
after this he would get a lecture on using his underworldy powers without
doctor’s consent. As he thought about this his clothes changed from a lime
green to light blue to light pink to orange but returned to their regular
colors as he closed his eyes to rest.