Reading Patrochilles Fanfics And Half Of Them Are Reincarnation Or Modern Setting Or Mix With Percy Jackson

reading patrochilles fanfics and half of them are reincarnation or modern setting or mix with percy jackson

solangelo au im manifesting in some books

hardcore debate club leader! will/strict and straight As student council leader! nico where they argue a lot and eventually spill out their feelings. like moments ago it's about world economy and two minutes later it's about their passive-aggressive flirting that may or may not include elon musk

hi twisted wonderland is a found family with slight harry potter disney bro brother bromance friendship grim-is-the-mc game and i love it

everything about thalia and jason is so tragic to me. jason, a little kid, a sacrifice to the gods by a maniac of a mother. thalia, the big sister that watches her little brother given away to death or worse. she wanders the ruins, too small and too little to be so scared, and sobs until she falls down. he’s not there. he’s not there.

she grows up rebelling against her mother until she dies, she changes her style and changes herself, cuts her hair and does her make up all fucked up. she finds luke and annabeth and adopts herself into a new family, one that she’s willing to sacrifice herself for, because god, she couldn’t do it for her little brother. she needs this redemption. annabeth is seven, and luke is the assurance that she never had when she grew up

she wakes up disoriented. there were dreams, and the same boy with green eyes is there, holding her, shaking her, yelling and demanding. she gets better, she grows tougher and stronger and she can fight properly, and then she learns that luke poisoned her.

luke. the assurance that she never had when she grew up. 

of course she wants to turn against the gods too. does he not understand that the gods took her little brother, the gods drove her mother to insanity, the gods turned her into leaf and bark because she can’t even die in peace? and she hates him for it. she’s lost more than he ever has, and yet he storms around like he owns the world, like he knows better. 

thalia sees his knife at annabeth’s throat and doesn’t recognize anything she ever saw good in him

she joins the hunters, a new family, maybe one that won’t die. she serves artemis because at least she is kind, at least she does not laugh at the curses of romance, and because the hunters have never neglected her like everyone else. 

and then she finds jason.

oh, in so many ways he’s the same: blonde hair and blue eyes that match the ones in the mirror and the scar on his lip. her chest heaves. her hands shake. she can’t look at him and she can’t look away from him. her little brother, older than her now, is alive.

and just as she finds this out, suddenly he’s dead again. speared through the shoulders, beautiful jason, her brother, her only, lovely, foolish brother, bloody and broken and dead. permanently dead. not just a what if; a corpse.

she goes to camp half-blood and destroys the zeus cabin. she shatters it, blasts the statue of her father to ruins, screams until her throat is so raw she can’t talk. she punches the marble until it dents and her knuckles bleed, she sets fires and chars the ground.

she never stops asking why him? why not me? but she knows why

jason was never meant to happen. jason was always just a sacrifice to the gods. he was never a person to them

and thalia is never allowed to have a brother. thalia is never allowed to have a family that is not tragic.

thalia is never allowed to love in the same way annabeth is, or percy, or grover. thalia comes from a monument of grief and the king of the gods.

she wishes it was her, and then maybe she wouldn’t be so angry all the time

headcanon nico can play violin (just to add background effects to will's moments)

like will would say something uncalled for and nico would "violin noises"

Will: hi my name is Willi-

Nico: intense beethoven pieces

Will, trips on a rock: naughty lil buckaroo—

Nico, breathes: starts playling hungarian dance no.5 - brahms

Will, an intellectual: lambs lamps, now you wouldn't know if i said two lambs or two lamps or separate lambs lamps

Nico, nervously glances at Will: vibing with zigeunerweisen - sarasate

UPDATE: the person didn’t really make an algorithm, however that doesn’t affect goots being funny at all.