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“You underestimated me, and so when I struck, you let me devour your flesh like a monster, blood dripping from my mouth, and you called out witch, and I said ‘no, survivor.’”- PoeticInjustice

another memorable scene from trials of apollo (insp)

So! I am now reading Trials of Apollo, the Tyrants Tomb. I am on page 21 and have already gotten Rick Riordan feels. Of course what I mean by that is-

I love Rick Riordan because of the way he throws in gay, bisexual, all of that.

Also, because of the amazing cover!

Ignore my pink covers... lol

Anyways... MERRY CHRISTMAS

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J U S T

definition - based on or behaving according to what is morally right and fair.

origin - late Middle English: via Old French from Latin justus, from jus ‘law, right’.

So , Percy’s little sister’s name is Estelle.

So Estelle=Star 

and if that’s the case…star like Bob and Zoe? I crying pls help.

AS ALWAYS MY LOVELIES, THIS:/ MEANS PARAGRAPH BREAK! TADA

Eyeing the prefect nervously, Libby walked down the stairs into the rather dim dungeons./ “Why are we down here?” Libby whispered to Maggie, who smiled brightly./ “Our common room is down here, I read all about it!”/ the prefect waved at a green robed boy who eyes the Hufflepuffs with a raised eyebrow and a smirk./ “Why does he look at us like that?” Libby asked, skidding away from the boy./ The prefect turned the corner and they passed a portrait with a pear, a banana, and a apple. The chattering behind them made Libby turn around and stare nervously at the group of green robed teenagers watching them walk./ “He’s Slytherin, how should I know?” Maggie winked at the Slytherin boy and he mock bowed, his lip curling in a even more ridiculing smirk./ The common room was warm with fire and yellow and black walls, comfy beanbags and large sofas crowded around the rather large fire place./ Libby loved it immediately. She inched her way up to the front of the line when the prefect called that first years should follow her. There was a brightly lit hallway leading away from all the rest of the chattering Hufflepuffs that lounged in the common room./ “My name is Hecate, your wonderful and lovely prefect!” Announced the girl as she flipped her hair and beckoned the shivering first years closer. “The head boy and girl will be in shortly, and meanwhile I will hand out your robes and journaling notebook.”/ Hecate spoke in a brisk tone, like Mcgonagall. And like Mcgonagall, it had an underlying warmth that made Libby comfortable in her presence./ As the robes and journals went around Libby was jostled away from Maggie and was shoved a robe, tie, and sparkly notebook. It had a color changin wand holster, a wand warmer, and a black and yellow pen./ Just then the head boy walked in, followed by the head girl. The head girl had black hair that shone in the light and dark skin that blazed in the fire. The head boy had narrowed ice blue eyes and the most tousled blonde hair Libby had ever seen./ “Why do you guys look so scared? We won’t bite?” The head boy exclaimed as he raked his eyes over them all./ “I’m Merci Billons and that’s Joseph Jameson. We are your head boy and head girl, not necessarily in that order, and, we are here to explain the rules.” Merci clapped and everyone silenced./ Libby shifted her weight and caught her wand holster from slipping./ Joseph began to speak but Merci stopped him by putting an arm across his chest./ “These are the rules, take notes, and fast. Rule number one! Do not listen to the Gryffindor we are not all weak pushovers!,” Her arms extended and hate flashed in her eyes as they narrowed into smoking cauldrons of burning destruction./ Libby blinked and opened her notebook, sweaty hands shaking and trying to get the pen to right./ “Rule number two! Do not listen to the Ravenclaws, we are not all dumb!”/ The boy interceded, hands clenched into fists by his side as he stiffened, the obvious memory of being called just that being recalled./ Libby placed her things on the ground and kneeled, not minding the awkward position she could be in, she wrote fast and furious, cursing in her mind as the ink blurred. Curse her left handed sweatiness./ “And rule number 3!” Hecate stood and tilted her head, gesturing to the way we had come, where we had seen the green robed teens, “Get very close to the Slytherins because they love us and will do whatever we want!”/ Libby stood and gathered her stuff, smiling nervously at the three older kids and shuffling backwards. At the sight of them all the other Hufflepuffs cheered and applauded them./ “Tomorrow we go visit the Slytherins, ey?” Yelled a boy from the back of the class./ His response was from Merci, “Shut up, you Canadian!”

Monsters when Percy was 12 years old: Fuck Percy Jackson!

Monsters when Percy is 17 years old: Fuck, it’s Percy Jackson!

if y’all don’t think percy has to play baby shark at LEAST 10 times a day to appease to Estelle’s demands you’re wrong

I like the idea of Nico taking up his roman title “The Ambassador of Pluto” as his job and becoming Hades’ liaison for other afterlives; negotiating for disputed souls, solving territorial issues, presenting conflict resolutions, signing treaties and accords, getting to know the other gods, their helpers and the most important inhabitants of each afterlife (maybe even make friends that way). 

And obviously, he gets to stay, as an honored guest, for all the ceremonies and feasts, and see different traditions, so he ends up being quite worldly.  But also consider:

Nico visiting the Norse Valhalla- Magnus: Oh, so you’re a greek demigod? My cousin is a greek demigod too! You might know her, Annabeth Chase?  Nico: What a coincidence… 

Nico visiting the Egyptian Hall of Judgment- Osiris: Meet my daughter Sadie, she is not dead, just passing by. Sadie Kane: Oh, so you’re a greek demigod? I have a very good friend who is a greek demigod too! You might know her, Annabeth Chase? Nico: Okay what the Fuck?