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Obsessed w how the gangs' all posed in this scene ngl

Seeing this tweet from an official Scooby Doo franchise is dissapointing to say the least.

Either way, here is YOUR reminder that Daphne Blake is....

• A skilled martial artist and surfer

• A television personality/reporter

• A leader

• The glue that holds Mystery Inc. together

Daphne Blake has always been way more than just "The Hot one", So let me ask you...

don't you love it when they

Oh my God! 😭 You dropped this queen 👑

Percy could kill with a snap of his fingers but won't because he doesn't understand or practice his own powers enough to realize he can do that.

Jason could kill with a snap of his fingers but won't because when he was young he preferred to feel the kill beneath his own hands, clenched tight between his teeth and as he grew he was told to only use his powers when absolutely necessary, otherwise hide them away and fight with only sword and shield.

Hazel could kill with a snap of her fingers but won't because she doesn't know how.

Thalia could kill with a snap of her fingers but won't because she is as unfamiliar with her powers as Percy, not because she doesn't understand them, but because she values the hunt and the chase and so sets them aside in favour of teamwork with her fellow hunters.

Nico could kill with a snap of his fingers and he will, when he needs to. He's kind, and patient, willing to fight until the bitter end in hopes that they'll cave, they'll desire life and give themselves up. But not everyone, not every creature, deserves to live and standing between him and his goals, ugly at the core of their soul, sometimes he'll decide they've lived long enough and snap his fingers, shattering their body into bits and pieces so violently their soul flings out and severs itself in the process.

jason growing up in camp halfblood is just extremely funny to think about, like. camp halfblood is so much less organized than new rome and the responsible adult supervision is limited to pretty much just chiron. there are some older teen campers but demigods on the greek side don't tend to live very long, and a lot of campers only stay for the summer anyway.

now please consider whatever chaotic kids happen to be around at any given time collectively raising a toddler that can fly

begging for more casual power demigods.

jason has sparks flying off his fingers at all times and staticky hair. percy always smells like the sea and also moisture just tends to gravitate towards him so he can work as a dehumidifier. nicos shadow is constantly deep black in color and around his fingers sometimes his flesh flickers and all you can see is his bones.

aphordite kids have skin that appears to be glowing at all times can tend to pull an entire room into a trance without even trying.

athena kids constantly look 10 yrs more mature than they are and they can draw people in similar to aphrodite kids but their trance tends to lead to people looking up at them as leaders rather than just being entrapped by beauty

apollo kids have a glow similar to aphrodite kids but they tend to suck in light, especially sunlight. everything else gets a bit dimmer around them, and they also tend to run above in temperature.

plants constantly reach out to demeter kids, even the grass around their feet will curl around their ankles if they pause their walking for just a second. the plants never trap them, but they yearn their touch the same

i’ll stop here for now, but my point is made. casual demigod powers that happen automatically are such a cool concept

Controversial Take: Jason should have been a better swordsman then Percy. It could balance the power difference, for Jason seems to have less raw power and Percy has more, and it could emphasize how Camp Jupiter trains the campers.

It makes sense from a writing standpoint for world building.

A few sketches of Camp Half-Blood Jason (heavily inspired by tinybro’s headcanons). Ft. Luke and Annabeth :)

No one asked and I dunno what’s going to come out of this but I’m going batshit so fucking have at thee.

Jason creates lightning storms. It crackles across his skin, glows inside his veins. Thunder cracks the sky when he screams. He howls and prowls the ground like a wolf, hunched over and licking his teeth. His eyes glow. He’s haunting. He speaks to birds, coaxes them in close before snapping at them whole, scarfing down blood and bones and meat. Doesn’t care the mess on his mouth. Doesn’t care the mess on his hands.

Tornados ripple when he’s mad, rolling up from every angered breath he exhales. Summons lightning bolts from the sky and wields them in calloused reddened hands like swords and spears and daggers and bows and shields. It rains when he cries. Pours down viciously the longer his sadness last. The louder he cries, the harder it hits the ground. Forming hail that breaks the earth.

Manipulates the wind around him to run fast. One minute he’s there, the next he’s gone. He can pin you down with a look, steal the breath form your lungs and hold it vicious above your head as you wheeze and sob without sound and die.

His father is the god of justice and order and it’s like switch goes off in his mind. The Underworld conducts fairness on what it sees in your soul, the life you lived. He conducts justice on what he wants, what he thinks you deserve and Cupid screams as everything burns, his blood boiling under the heat of lightning wrapped around his body, as Jason floats above him, empty-eyed and rippling like a storm, until Nico screams at him to stop it. Pulls him down with shadowy tendrils, grabs the scepter, and drags Jason away into the shadows.

It’s only when Cupid no longer in his line of sight, his range of smell, his hearing perimeter, that he switches back on. Happy kind Jason who holds Nico’s hands and asks if he’s okay with gentle tones and assures him that no one will hate him if he chooses to come out with his feelings and Nico stares at bloodied teeth and glowing eyes and know it’s true because Jason wouldn’t let them.

When you ask him why he feels the need to bloody his hands and teeth and burn electricity along the skin of those who’ve done wrong, he will simply say, “They deserved it.” Camp quickly beats this out of him with demands of regality and logic and snappish tongues and people cowering away from him so harshly he gets upset but there are moments where his eyes glow a bit too much and they fear the return of a bloodied six year old sitting hunched over like a dog atop a pile of groaning, moaning, dying bodies because they dared to call his friend names.

He’ll torture you and see nothing wrong with it. Find the electricity inside your skin and electrocute you without touching. Ramp it up by ten, by a hundred and watch you cook from the inside out. Grappling him down does nothing. He shouts and you splatter.

He’s inhuman, a god among demigods, a wolf among sheep. A predator through and through. He smiles more than stares the older he gets but the campers know what he is and they watch him emerge from Mount Othrys thrumming with the same kind of energy he had when the wolves threw him to them. Blood smeared on his mouth and hands, golden as the weapons that they grip tighter in their hands with every pounding step he takes forward.

And he smiles and laughs and it’s manic and horrifying and with the thrill of defeating a Titan single-handed still rolling through him like a live wire, everyone else goes down. All enemies burned out and emptied. Gasping for breaths that never come. Struck down by lightning. Blown apart by determined bursts of air.

And Jason is standing there in the carnage, delighted. His laughter sounds like howls. The wind rockets against him, the air, the sky, the rain, the clouds - it all twists against his skin and heals his wounds, heals his bruises, invigorates him over and over again to burn, to break, to destroy, until all their enemies are justly defeated and he can confidently declare the war is won.

Order, they realize, comes in many forms.

This is Jason’s.

Jason call himself "son of lupa" when he's in a battle and feel confident. The memory that he is part of Lupa's pack is more important and impactful for him than being a son of Jupiter.

In those moments, there's a twinkle in his eyes. A victorious smile, the aura of a wolf ready to devour anyone's throat with he's teeth.

But it's also his sweeter side. Protective, faithful, affectionate. He is Lupa's son when he fights, When he protects Leo and Piper with claws and teeth, when he trains with Reyna, when he takes care of Nico, when he pulls Percy and Frank into a sleeping pile, When he leans against Annabeth as they talk about battlefield strategy. It's his wolf side, his essence

He introduces himself as "the son of Jupiter" at camp. It's empty and stressful, just like as he sees to be the king's son

Annabeth in the style of Hades the game

Whatever you do, don’t imagine Little Jason Grace coming to Camp Jupiter led by Juno and without even knowing this kid, he’s already being hailed Champion of Juno because yes he’s a toddler with a scar on his lip and watery eyes and he’s crying out “Lia!” though no one knows who that is but Juno brought him here and so he’s not just Jason anymore, he’s Jason Grace, Champion of Juno.

Don’t imagine Child Jason Grace being claimed, lightning striking the earth and thunder booming the minute he picks up a gold sword and marks being burned into his skin because he may be only a child that doesn’t know how to put on armour properly and wears baggy hand me downs but it is Jupiter who claimed him hello, King of the fucking universe, and so now he’s not just Jason, he’s Jason Grace, Champion of Juno, and son of Jupiter.

Don’t imagine Tweenage Jason Grace wondering who he belongs to, what his parents are like, if they would like him, and asking everyone what Jupiter’s like if they know anything, anything at all about his mother, but all anyone tells him is you are a Child of Rome, Jason Grace, and that is all you need to know because it doesn’t matter if he’s not done growing yet and has no idea what his place in the world is yet because he’s not just Jason, he’s Jason Grace, Champion of Juno, Son of Jupiter, and Child of Rome.

Don’t imagine Teenage Jason Grace going on a quest to save the fucking world, not to make  himself seem like a hero, but to prove to himself that he is hero that everyone says he is even if he’s lost his fucking memory and when he comes back expecting a “Hey, look, he’s a person” all there is pontifex maximus, he’s the pontifex maximus, because it doesn’t matter that he’s gone through pain and heartache and blood, so much blood, he’s not just Jason, he’s Jason Grace, Champion of Juno, Son of Jupiter, Child of Rome, and Pontifex Maximus.

Don’t imagine Older Jason Grace walking down a street and hearing Hero of Olympus, he’s a Hero of Olympus whispered behind him, because it doesn’t matter that he’s tired of only a few select people really knowing him and that there’s always going to be a breaking point, he doesn’t have those, of course not, after all, he’s not just Jason, he’s Jason Grace, Champion of Juno, Son of Jupiter, Child of Rome, Pontifex Maximus, and Hero of Olympus.

Instead, just imagine a member of one of the many lares calling Jason in the streets but he’s not calling Jason, he’s calling “Jason Grace, Champion of Juno, Son of Jupiter, Child of Rome, Pontifex Maximus, Hero of Olympus” and Jason, just Jason, breaks down in the middle of the streets-

“I’m not just a fucking title!”

“Not all men.”

You’re right. Jason Grace would never.

percy jackson. percy jackson who loved to eat blue food in spite of his stepfather. percy jackson whose eyes always glowed mischievously. percy jackson whose laugh could make the whole word join. percy jackson who chopped off a strand of his hair using riptide cause it kept tickling his forehead while he tried to do math homework. percy jackson who thought he didn’t deserve his friends. percy jackson who did anything and everything he could to show his friends that he loves them, like randomly buy annabeth a book, make a little bouquet for grover, a ring for nico, hand-drawn cards for his mom. percy jackson who adored to teach new campers how to work with swords. percy jackson who held the younger new campers that felt homesick when they cried. percy jackson who was forever loyal to the people he loved.

percy jackson who deserved to live out his childhood.

percy jackson who deserved better.

felt like doing traditional art again.

what do you mean this isn’t what happened?

annabeth chase is NOT cold-hearted. i would argue she’s the softest character in the series actually

Going to be honest. Nico wouldn't remember Italy

I wanted to reblog this but the images from the original are gone

edited to include alt text. ID in the reblogs.

one day ill be able to extrapolate this into a full au, but ive always thought that camp jupiter shouldve been a private school rather than a camp.

not only would that inform the sort of structure and uniformity riordan’s romans value and place high emphasis on, it would also show how important and all consuming new rome is, and would serve like one of those military schools.

and hey, maybe we can rework the whole child army thing and instead of you know sending children to war, the teachers at the academy are part of the twelfth legion. graduates who willingly joined the legion because they truly believed in the duty and responsibility that comes with it rather than like. 13 year olds with swords that have a minimum of ten years to serve in the legion. and almost all faculty are alumni and bear the responsibility of quests and such.

hell we can also keep the nepotism! the cohorts would become different dormitories/house-like things and letters of rec would still determine your cohort and how teachers treat you or something, i dont know. but as per real life schools, nepotism can TOTALLY still be a thing in jupiter academy.

it also acts as a good foil to camp half blood, which is a summer camp. instead of having the school year off, jupiter academy would have the summer off. they would mirror each other perfectly! hypothetically that would have at least a couple campers go to jupiter academy during the school year and then come back to chb for the summer and create a new age of greco-roman demigods that intermix cultures and share it and all that nice shit. yknow?

and for a spice of adventure, finals could include field tests wherein a group of demigods + a staff member go on a quest and if they come back alive they pass and if they dont well uh. conquer or die i suppose.

these quests would probably be pretty tame and not on the level of “find zeus’s lightning bolt again” or “literally go to greece and close the doors of death and suffer” or “there is a labyrinth and it craves Blood”, and more like “this minor god needs help finding a thing” or “theres a monster that took over the local starbucks go kill it”.

i think with this rework it would make way more sense why percy and annabeth would want to settle in new rome. because like. gestures. child army? child fucking army????????? the child army?????????????? i know theyre desensitized but child army????????????

anyways, new rome and subsequently jupiter academy would be a hypothetically much safer place for demigods to grow up as there are adult demigods + legacies actively watching out for them and making sure they can learn as much as possible in a relatively controlled environment, where they can fuck up and people wont die. where they dont get quests like “go free artemis” or like “literally free death trapped in alaska fucking everything up”.

anyways i might make concept art for this or something lmao, thoughts everyone?

Jason is so villain coded and that's why richard had to kill him off. Because if I had been used as a pawn by the gods not once but twice, when I was two years old and when I was 15 against my will, and my mom abandoned me with that express purpose giving me abandonment issues for years to come, and my older sister thought I was dead so she's moved on to better things before she found me again, and my gf broke up with me because she was questioning if our relationship was ever worth it based on fake memories she had that I didn't, and my first ever best friend died (but is actually alive), and the camp that I called my home that expected me to be their leader since I showed up as a toddler threw a brick at me the moment they suspected I was a traitor, and I was stuck at a boarding school alone miles away from the other camp I called a home etc etc all the while being THE honorable dutiful soldier I was expected to be. I would totally like. Become a bad guy. Literally there would be no other direction for my character to go. OH AND BY THE WAY i didn't even know my own birthday until I turned 16 <3 Jason would have deserved it

“Mommy I want this toy please”

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What if Jason's eyes were constantly changing to match the colour of the sky outside.

Sometimes bright blue, sometimes a stormy grey.

Then at sunset, a swirl of pink and orange, fading through indigo into black, glistening with silver stars.