#caligula stabbing day

[wolframpant]

...they intercepted him in a narrow passage and killed him. When he had fallen, none of the men present kept hands off him, but all fell to stabbing him savagely, even though he was dead; and some even tasted of his flesh. His wife and daughter were also promptly slain. Thus Gaius, after doing in three years, nine months, and twenty-eight days all that has been related, learned by actual experience that he was not a god. (Cassius Dio: Roman History, Book 59)

On the 24th of January 41 AD, Gaius, known to history as Caligula, was assassinated by the members of his Praetorian guard.

#caligula #gaius caligula #roman empire #roman emperor #assassination #i claudius #imperium nero #netflix roman empire #emperor caligula #cassius dio is so funny #caligula stabbing day

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Why Jason Grace is The Most Tragic Character in the Riordanverse

*in no way is this trying to dial down Nico's own suffering, I'm just stating my case for Jason because godsdamn SOMEBODY needs to say it!*

@most-tragic-character-tournament here's propoganda i came out guns ablazing

List of why fans are saying Nico:

Lost his mother

lost years of his life

found out he was a demigod at age 10

lost sister at 10

rough relationship with his dad

closeted gay

crush is madly in love with somebody else

forced to come out

List of why Jason is more tragic:

Lost his mom to alcoholism/mental decline

Lost his ENTIRE FUCKING CHILDHOOD because Said Mom gave him up to Juno to be raised by a PACK OF WOLVES who would've EATEN HIM if he was WEAK FOR EVEN A SECOND - AS A FUCKING TWO YEAR OLD

Was a trained demigod FROM THE GET-GO (again, TWO YEARS OLD)

Because of previously stated separation, was TAKEN FROM HIS SISTER WHO LOVED HIM SO MUCH SHE RAN AWAY BECAUSE SHE COULDN'T TAKE THE GUILT AND FEAR AND RAGE THAT FILLED HER AT HIS ABSENCE

Was set up into a "perfect" relationship by Juno/Hera WHILE HAVING HIS MEMORIES TAKEN

Jason may not have had the awful forced outting Nico had to go through, but...that's not really his fault? Nobody has any control over their sexual identity, and Jason? Well. He never really got to explore it. Because that was taken from him too.

Thinks he LOST LEO VALDEZ, ONE OF HIS ACTUAL FIRST FRIENDS, WHO LIKED HIM FOR HIM AND NOT BECAUSE OF HIS STATUS

FORCED TO COMPLY TO A DEMANDING SOCIETY THAT EXALTED HIM FROM DAY 1 BECAUSE HIS DAD IS THE OH-SO-IMPORTANT JUPITER (*cough victim of nepotism cough*)

AND WHEN HE TRIES TO COMBAT THAT NEPOTISM HE KEEPS GETTING PUSHBACK UNTIL HE FALTERS

then. then his girlfriend breaks up with him - not because of any drama, or even a disagreement, but over a very valid point

their relationship didn't exactly start out very...honestly. Jason had been mind-wiped of all memories and Piper had fake ones implanted into her to make her think she liked Jason as more than a friend. sure. they had a pretty nice relationship, but when everything slowed down and they took a look at their lives?

Piper's the one who sees it first, and makes the decision. Jason is heartbroken, but understands - he even, dare I say, agrees that they should end the relationship. it was built on fake memories - you could say it was built on lies.

and now Jason has this opportunity to step back and analyze who he is and what he wants.

what he finds is depressing. everything he's had, everything's he's been up till now...

it's not him.

he never wanted to be raised by Lupa and her wolves.

he never wanted to be Jupiter's son

he never wanted to be the exalted leader Camp Jupiter praised him for

From day 1 his life was somebody else's. his first steps were under the tutelage of a wolf, not of the loving eyes of his sister

Camp Jupiter only ever saw him as the demigod to be praised and turn to above all others, even before he became praetor.

Jason's life...was never his own.

and now that he's away from all that pressure and expectation...he doesn't know who he is.

Son of Jupiter?

Champion of Juno?

Praetor of the Twelfth Legion?

Member of the Prophesized Seven?

Hero of Olympus?

no. he was never himself under these names.

he was never...Jason.

but maybe now he could start navigating his own life. without some god intervening for once. this would be good for him, and for Piper, to find their own way.

but then. then they talk to Herophile...and find out one of them will die. And Jason? Well, he's not going to let Piper be taken from the life she deserves. he may not be her boyfriend, her knight in shining armor, but he sure as HELL loves her - especially as a friend. And if there's one thing you should know about Jason? It's that he loves his friends.

so what does he do? He sacrifices himself. He duels Caligula himself, and urges Piper, Meg, and Apollo to Go, save yourselves! and -

he's stabbed. through the chest. the only thing he can do? Look to Apollo, to the blue gaze so much like his own drenched in horror, and ask; Remember. because he didn't get to live the life he wished, but maybe Apollo could - no, Apollo can, he can make the difference Jason wanted. Because he trusts Apollo.

Jason doesn't regret his sacrifice. he saved Piper from the prophecy, after all. He saved Apollo & Meg's lives too.

in fact, Jason didn't really mind dying. Because he didn't have much of a life either. And a life like that? shrug It's worth sacrificing for those who deserve theirs.

and as icing on the cake, remember who Jason's father is? The almighty, all-powerful Jupiter himself, King of the Gods?

he doesn't do a damn thing to help Jason. Not a single. Thing.

because Jupiter/Zeus doesn't care about his children. Especially his sons.

Zeus saved Thalia. But he didn't even try to save Jason.

Trying would have at least lessened the pain...

People like to claim Jason is a bland, boring character who's never suffered a minute in his life. That he's a golden retriever with no flaws.

Well.

Take a look up there and ask yourself - it that the life of a boy who knows no suffering?

Because it sure as hell don't look that way to me.

To me, it looks like Jason was a used, depressed young man who never got to choose his own path. Who's father abandoned him first to his wife's mercy, then to a cruel emperor's.

Jason Grace suffered.

and he never got to live that happy life he saw within the Fates.

Never got to get that family, those grandchildren he saw himself telling the story of the Argo II to.

Because The Fall of Jason Grace is a true, utter tragedy.

#jason grace #i have feeeeelings #remember when people complained about jason being “boring” and then rick was like “okay he's dead now” and then those same people screamed #about never reading toa because “how could rick do that!!! jason was supposed to marry piper and have kids!!!! :(((” #well my friends you DO remember the first page of the lightning thief don't you? #“look i didn't want to be a half-blood” #being a half-blood is dangerous #sometimes it can get you killed in painful nasty ways #~don't say i didn't warn you #- percy jackson #rick warned us at the very beginning #in greek mythology...there's triumph and victory #but the one thing greece is known for in theater? #it's tragedy #and rick perfectly displays it with the fall of jason grace #life's not all sunshine and rainbows #it's not going to be “they all lived happily ever after the end” #it wouldn't be a greek story without tragedy #and really...how many of you ~actually~ cared about jason until he died #hmm? #i'm not judging #i ~was~ one of those people #he wasn't my favorite but i was more...eh about him #he existed for me #until i took a step back and looked at his life and went... #oh. #he's not who i thought he was #and he's not who you think he is either #thank you for coming to my tedtalk #the burning maze

[ancientcharm]

Commodus: The end of an Era. "The reign of Commodus marked the end of the Golden Age and the beginning of the Age of Rusty Iron." Cassius Dio

Lucius Aelius Aurelius Commodus was born on August 31, 161. Curiously, he was born on the same day and month as 'Caligula', the first assassinated Roman emperor. He was the first who been born being the son of the reigning emperor, Marcus Aurelius.

M. Aurelius and Verus ruled together in perfect cooperation for eight years. Verus fought against the Parthians who had threatening to take Syria and Armenia. Returned to Rome and had his triumphal parade without knowing that he and his legions were carrying a virus that arose in the war zone. The plague spread throughout the empire and was the deadliest in Roman history. In 169 Lucius Verus died due this plague.

The boy Commodus

In 172, at age of 11, he received, in the presence of the army in Germania, the title Germanicus (a victory tittle). He participated alongside his father in several battles.

175. Empress Faustina the Younger died of natural causes in Cappadocia where she accompanied her husband. On the same year Commodus entered the College of Pontiffs, which was the starting point of his public career.

176. Marcus Aurelius granted him the position of Imperator, and the following year the title Augustus.

In January of 177, at the age of 15 , he became the youngest consul in the history of the Empire.

178. At age of 16 married to Bruttia Crispina, a very rich 13 year old girl.

March 17, 180, Marcus Aurelius died of natural causes and Commodus became sole emperor at the age of 18.

His first measure was to sign peace treaties both with Germanic tribes and some rebellious people of Britannia. This was frowned upon by his contemporaries, but modern historians agree that it was the only good action he ever took during his entire reign.

About his sister.

Lucilla had been co-empress and held the title Augusta along with her mother when she married the co-emperor Lucius Verus. Following Verus' death, Marcus Aurelius married her to senator Tiberius Pompeianus, a man of humble origins and without ambitions. In this way she lost the privileged position that she had.

In the winter of 181-182 Lucilla with her cousins Quadratus Annianus and Ummidia Faustina, her husband's nephew, Quintianus, and her own daughter Plautia, agreed to assassinate Commodus in the exit hallway of Flavian amphitheater (Colosseum) .The one chosen to kill was Quintianus. Incredibly, although proven, Pompeianus was completely unaware of the plot of his wife.

According to historical sources, when Quintiano saw Commodus, instead of stabbing him, slowly took out his dagger, showed it to him and said "The Senate send to you this dagger." Commodus shouted for his guard who immediately arrested him. The names of the involved were quickly known; Quintianus and Quadrato were executed. Lucilla, her daughter, and U. Faustina were sent into exile on Capri but and also executed there.

Following this event, he distanced himself from the elite and began to trust only in people of humble origins, among them Marcus Aurelius Cleander, former slave and freedman of Marcus Aurelius. In a short time he held important positions until he became the head of the Praetorian Guard.

In 187 due his wife's failure to become pregnant, banished her to Capri. 26-year-old Commodus, instead of marrying another aristocratic woman, chooses to have a concubine- Marcia, daughter of a freedwoman of co-emperor Lucius Verus.

The emperor treated her as a wife, so she had the same power and influence as an empress. It is very probable that Marcia was a Christian since she convinced Commodus to implement a pro-Christian policy, and had a close relationship with Victor I , Bishop of Rome.

Villa of the Quintilii and the rebellion of the people.

Commodus and Marcia retired to the lavish Villa of the Quintilii, whose ruins are today an archaeological site. On April of 190 the people had revolted in Rome because of famine.

There is a suspicion that the shortage of food may have been caused by the prefect of Annona (the import and free distribution of grain to the people) Papirius Dionysius who blamed Cleander.

During a horse-race in the Circus Maximus, the audience to rioted against Cleander. He escaped and managed to reach the Villa of the Quintilii to ask the emperor for help, but the mob followed him there. Commodus, fearing the fury of the people, ordered Cleander to be beheaded.

By then Commodus was already showing signs of an extreme megalomania and paranoia. The list of people executed, accused without evidence of conspiracy, including his own aunt, consuls, senators and praetorians, is endless. Those conspiracies were only in his mind.

It's curious that the ancient historians unfavorable to this emperor, asi his contemporary Cassio Dio, have not written about a child and teen Commodus doing bad or strange things; On the contrary, about a normal, correct child and teenager whose mental disorders began a few years into his reign. Perhaps the assassination attempt planned by his own sister and niece when he was 20 years old just beginning his reign, and feel that was compelled to order the execution of both, affected him psychologically in an irreparable way.

Madness and death.

He gave himself the title PIUS, the same of his maternal grandfather emperor Antoninus, and ordered sculptures and busts of himself to be made representing him as Hercules.

In 192 changed the name of Rome to "Comodiana" and announced that a new era was approaching, he called it Saeculum Felix (Happy Century). The months also was renamed with Commodus own names and titles as well of his dynasty. Thus, the year would begin with the month Imperator followed by Caesar, Augustus,Commodus, Germanicus, Pius, Lucius, Aelius, Aurelius, etc, not even the mystical month of July was saved from this madness.

According to historical sources, he had shaved his beard, which had been in fashion since his grandfather's time, and also changed his thick curly hair for Gladiator curt hair style. Had his own games in which he fought with gladiators, who were forced to consume opium and drink wine excessively to ensure the victory of Commodus.

On December he announced that starting in the new year everything would change in Rome since the Senate wold be dismissed. Senators along with Marcia, who had had enough of Commodus, began to plan his death.

During the feast of December 31 Marcia put poison in his food, but Commodus had drunk too much and vomited immediately, so he ended the party and ordered that his bath be prepared.

Senators made Plan B; They sent a freedman named Narcissus, who "because of his size and strength he did not need to hide daggers or swords, his hands were enough." Narcissus found Commodus in the bathtub, and strangled him. Other sources say he drowned him in the bathtub. Be that as it may, 31 years old Commodus never saw his long-awaited new year.

On January 1, 193, the throne was auctioned to the highest bidder. The final price was stipulated at 25,000 sesterces per soldier. This caused a great scandal in Rome. Pertinax replaced Commodus, but on March he too was killed. Then Didius Julianus ruled for a few days. Finally that year Septimius Severus who was an excellent ruler- after his death, he was deified by the Senate- became the first emperor originally from the province of Africa; Born in Leptis Magna (modern Libya) was of Berber and Punic origin, and with his wife Julia Domna, born in Syria and Arab origin, they created the Severan Dynasty.

Commodus was not wrong when he said that from that year on everything would change in Rome.

Emperor Septimius Severus ( 193-211 )

#roman empire #roman emperors #ancient rome #history

[eucanthos]

Gaius Caesar Augustus Germanicus (12 - 41)

Roman emperor from 37 to 41 AD

Caligula marble bust, with Cuirass and Crown of oak leaves "corona civica." Photo: Sergey Sosnovskiy 2008. Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek in Copenhagen (inv. 1453) [edited img]

On January 24th, AD 41, Caligula, his wife Milonia Caesonia and his 2 y/o daughter, Julia Drusilla, were stabbed to death by officers of the Imperial Guard.

The assassins immediately proclaimed a new emperor: Claudius (the uncle). On the same day, portraits of Caligula were thrown into the Tiber. Three of the ca. 45 known portraits of Caligula were in fact found in that river. This cuirass bust is one of them.

Caligula’s brief reign and life is the fascinating story of a boy-emperor, who, in the early years of the Roman Empire, tried to make Rome an absolute monarchy but failed. A reckless ruler against conservatism, tarnished by his enemies as a madman, tyrant, pervert – one of the worst Roman emperors.

Member of a revered family, Caligula was wildly popular. Unlike his paranoid uncle Tiberius, Emperor Caligula was a charismatic and benevolent young man. Immediately after taking the throne, he ended treason trials, granted amnesty to the exiled, and abolished unfair taxes...

Caligula: 18 Facts on the “Mad” Roman Emperor - The Collector, Aug 16, 2023

https://ancientrome.ru/art/artworken/img.htm?id=2172

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Cuirassed_bust_of_Caligula,found_in_Rome,_AD_37-41,_Ny_Carlsberg_Glyptotek,_Copenhagen(13192017765).jpg

https://www.flickr.com/photos/roger_ulrich/5037962882

https://www.thecollector.com/caligula/

https://www.reddit.com/r/ArtefactPorn/comments/5wyght/marble_bust_of_the_roman_emperor_caligula_31/?rdt=44964

#Caligula #history #marble #bust #masterpiece #sculpture #portrait #politics #Roman #nobility #royal #young

[misterbardman]

Noel’s Lament is such an Apollo/Lester song.

Can’t draw but I kinda have an animatic idea?

Starts with Lester talking to no one in particular about his old life before he had fallen, perhaps talking to the reader?

Once he starts singing ‘a hooker with a heart of black charcoal’ it fades to Ancient Greece as Apollo reminisces on the old days, writing poems by fire light just like the lyrics.

‘Good girls call me the town bicycle’ could be Apollo in a human disguise walking through a town, probably ignoring the comments of those he passes. Then he keeps walking forward while saying ‘don’t knock it ‘til you tried my life of sin.’

For the next line being Claude or however it is spelled, it could cut to Apollo in Ancient Rome with Commodus. ‘Last prick faded quick to black’ well Apollo did kill Commodus so that scene.

‘I have no idea where to find him, officers-‘ part could be Apollo disguised as Narcissus talking to Roman senators or whoever about what happened to Commodus.

‘But if you do I’d like for you to mention-‘ line could cut to Caligula whilst being stabbed in the back. Not necessarily by Apollo but he could be watching from afar or something idk.

For the chorus it could cut between parties and festivals, between his mortal disguise and godly form.

I have more ideas but this is the general gist. Second verses is basically Apollo talking to Meg, then the ending is just a mix of flashbacks between old and new faces alike. This song really suits him imo

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #trials of apollo #lester papadopoulos

[toubledrouble]

Alr there is not nearly enough Camp Jupiter appreciation (seriously, I feel like the only one who would choose it over CHB xd) (I love CHB but yea)

So here I am with Camp Jupiter/Roman demigods headcanons!

For starters I want you all to think about the fact that despite the traditions, those are still chaotic adhd kids/teens raised by literal wolves, thank you very much

While they might not have campfire songs, they do have more choir-ish, organised version. The Romans still liked art and also, there is no proper victory feast without singing, change my mind

Despite the rules and traditions, they still have fun. Think boarding school or even the military, they have fun sometimes too

Punishments for disobeying those rules and traditions are just stuff like extra training, cleaning, etc. because I just want them to have a happy childhood ok?

Cohorts actually create lifelong friendships, these people are each other's family

They (secretly) make fun of the rules and traditions, let's say, like the beginning of DPS

Siblings often just relax and chat in their parent's temple/shrine togheder, it's like when you and your sibling live away from each other but reunite at your mom's house xd

They have dyscalculia because their brains are hardwired for the roman numerals

Lupa's pack is like a family. Strict but loving (please just let the kids be happy)

Most of them still have some wolf-ish traits and behaviours

They have a fun Ides of March celebration where everyone carries their pugio (roman dagger) around the whole day and then they get together in the senate meeting and collectively stab a cake. Caesar's ghost is not very happy about this but he's dead so he can't really do much

They keep the tradition of having nicknames based on the person's character (which the Romans actually did)

They have history, culture, mythology, and latin classes/training/however you wish to refer to it

One of their horses is named Incitatus (you guessed it, after Caligula's favourite horse, which he planned to make a consul but sadly he was assassinated before he got to do it)

I'm not saying they have ea xylospongium, but I am saying it would be hilarious

Apollo kids often learn to play the lyre, lute, etc.

Idk if this is canon but New Rome should be mostly fireproof xdd

#roman demigods #camp jupiter #roman demigod headcanon #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #new rome #but the real question is: do they have the xylospongium?

[yellobirkenstocks]

The summary of my TOA hunger games sim

The Bloodbath No deaths occurred.

Day 1 austin, Leo, and Peaches successfully ambush and kill Lavinia, Lit, and Jason. Grover attacks Kayla, but Apollo protects her, killing Grover. (Canon)

Night 1 Jimmy bashes Jo's head against a rock several times.

Day 2 Poison ivy spears Jimmy in the abdomen. Calypso forces Helios to kill Hazel or Frank. He decides to kill Frank.

Night 2 No deaths occurred.

Day 3 Helios spears Don in the abdomen.

Night 3 Meg accidently detonates a land mine while trying to arm it.

Day 4 Peaches dies of dysentery. Hazel stabs Momma ant with a tree branch.

Night 4 Hazel kills Kayla with a hatchet. Reyna throws a knife into austin's chest. Helios dies from hypothermia. (Uhh)

Day 5 Emmie strangles Piper after engaging in a fist fight.

Night 5 No deaths occurred.

The Feast No deaths occurred.

Day 6 Crest throws a knife into Caligula's head. (I wish)

Night 6 Calypso accidently detonates a land mine while trying to arm it. Leo begs for Apollo to kill him. He reluctantly obliges, killing Leo.

Day 7 No deaths occurred.

Night 7 No deaths occurred.

Day 8 No deaths occurred.

Night 8 Emmie stabs Hazel while her back is turned.

Day 9 Apollo sets Emmie on fire with a molotov. Poison ivy severely injures Reyna, but puts her out of her misery.

Night 9 Poison ivy ambushes Crest and kills him. Apollo dies from hunger. The winner is Poison ivy from District 8!

#trials of apollo #lester papadopoulos #meg mccaffrey

[pjoedits]

HOW AM I JUST REALIZING THIS💀 okay so in the main three series, Percy Jackson and The Olympians, Heroes of Olympus, and Trials of Apollo, there are five books. Now think about this for me please. In PJO, The Titan's curse. Nico and Bianca came to camp. Bianca went on a quest with Percy, Thalia, and Zoë to get Annabeth back. AND WHAT TWO CHARACTERS DIED IN THAT BOOK?? ZOE AND BIANCA. and we all see what that did to Nico. Now moving on to Heroes of Olympus. Mark of Athena. NOW LISTEN. THE TARTARUS CLIFFHANGER. I SWEAR THAT SCENE HAD ME IN TEARS AND I COULDN'T GO GET HOH UNTIL THE NEXT DAY😨anyway moving on: TOA. The Burning Maze. What happened while they were fighting Caligula and Medea? JASON GOT FUCKING STABBED. so my point here is in the third book of every series, some traumatic bullshit happens that affects either a. a character or b. the entire plotline. or c. the reader

#percy jackson #pjo #i swear uncle rick loves trolling us #3 is my unlucky number now

[out-of-context-roman-history]

Caligula: I don’t trust you right now.

Nero: like I would care.

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Claudius: I wouldn’t make a good father figure-

Aya (different AU/unofficial fandom), who was listening: incorrect.

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Augustus: I am going to stab anyone and everyone that thinks my life is a joke!

Caesar: I was stabbed multiple times. Test me b——h.

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A/N: Hey guys! Just wanna say that most of these incorrect quotes are short. Just saying because if you make it specific it’ll be long and I’m not answering an ask that’ll take all day. Bye!

[snow4berry]

Happy Caligula got stabbed day!!!!!

Stabbed 30 times, just like Caesar, and his death was organised by a person called Cassius, just like Caesar.

#image not mine

[valentinoknives]

#meme i made #jason grace #my boy is dead lol #stab #stabedy stabby #caligula #loll #dead #death #riordanverse #pjo #hoo #toa #trials of apollo #the burning maze #jason grace was queer #i stand by this #jiper was comphet #well then #thats enough of that for one day

[literallyjusttoa]

also cause i am too soft, which is why: Them growing attached to each other for the first time in a while, sharing those little acts of family/platonic love, just the sheer care of brushing something from somebody's hair or clothes, sharing a waterbottle or a snack, lil acts of kindness that only mean something because they are human right now

wait give me a second I'm gonna write you some whump just for this.

- ok so we're at about TBM times, the gang is in California.

- Hermes has seemed a bit off the last couple of days, but everyone's been rushing around so no ones really noticed

- well, ALMOST no one

- Cue Apollo fucking stabbing himself

- Artemis is freaking out, Aphrodite is freaking out, Dionysus is also distraught (a fun reaction to be explored later!) and Caligula is lucky he called all of his reinforcements in and not everyone was on the ship or else he would've been dead in two seconds flat.

- Anyways, while everyone's lecturing Apollo on the Importance Of Staying Alive, Ares sneaks away. Emotions were never really his forte.

- He's wandering the halls of the Mclean mansion when he stumbles upon Hermes, who is an ... absolute wreck.

- Ares freaks out for a second, because he was just trying to avoid Emotions, but then he looks over Hermes again. He takes a deep breath, and sits down next to him.

- "What's got you so bothered?" Never let it be said that Ares has any sort of tact.

- It takes a bit of aggressive wheedling, but Ares eventually gets the answer out of him.

- Cruise ships, talk of replacing the gods, and stabbing yourself? All of this had been too close to Luke for comfort.

- Hermes confesses to seeing his son everywhere since his death.

- "At first I thought I could fix it, you know? Just be a better father, it'll never happen again. But Luke was right, it's so much bigger than that. I mean, just look around! Everyone's unhappy! And- and all their pain, all their rage, it's all his! Even us Ares! You saw the look on Apollo's face! What if it happens again? What if it's my brother, instead of my son? I ... I can't watch that happen again. I'd tear myself apart."

- Ares takes a second, and then pulls Hermes close.

- "I won't let things get that far."

- Hermes chuckles, a bit tiredly "What, no 'Apollo would never do that! How could you even imply such a thing?'"

- "I can't see the future, that's Goldie's job. Besides, fear like yours is hardly rational. I'm just saying, you can trust me to never let anyone go to far. Family doesn't abandon each other."

- "Wouldn't you love that though? A family war?"

- Ares scoffs "War is what you do when there's no option left but to fight back. We've got plenty of options, we've just been to cowardly to use them. There would be nothing honorable in tearing down Olympus, not when we might be able to rebuild it."

- They keep talking like this for a while, discussing ways to try to keep the family together, once they do confront Zeus on what he's done.

- Eventually, Hermes starts nodding off, leaning into Ares' side.

- "Hey," he mumbles "That thing you said, about fear being irrational and not abandoning family, where'd you get smart enough for stuff like that anyway?"

- Ares laughs "Has your memory gotten that bad? I believe a certain messenger god said the same thing to me after I got out of that jar."

- "Oh yeah," Hermes chuckles "I'm a genius."

- "Yeah, yeah. Now get up, i'm not hauling your scrawny ass to bed."

#trials of apollo #sunny speaks #ask #redeemthefam #au #long post #this was so fun to write #might do more of this tbh

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Hi I dont know if you want jercy requests at the moment but i had an idea for one :

Dark percy murdering calligula as a revenge for jason

Hello angel! Whew this request was willldddddd and I had soo much fun with it. There isn't any jercy per se (in fact Annabeth and Percy are together in this) but Percy is furrrrrious about Jason and he exacts a very twisted sort of revenge for his friend's honour. Basically this was an excuse to write dark!percy and by gods I hope I delivered!

CW: revenge driven, grief, graphic depictions of violence

Burning Maze Spoilers

he used to be nice.

He used to be nice.

Percy had been digging around the weapons room when his name had been shrieked like a dying animal. He had been looking for protective gear to give to little demigods in his sword-fighting class, when a scream like broken bones cracked through his body. He had been starting another calm, routine-controlled day at camp half-blood when he heard the news that made him snap.

*Two hours earlier*

“Jackson,” Annabeth knocks at his cabin door. He hears her voice carry through the open windows, and over the continuous sound of the ocean. “Pers, we have breakfast in half an hour and you have a sword class to teach today.”

The event had been printed on her wall of “to-dos” so that neither of their adhd brains would have the chance to forget. But he groans at the reminder, not wanting to escape his warm bed, or the duvet that wraps around him like a hug, or the pillows that hold his head as if he is a god. Sometimes he wishes he was a Hypnos kid. Their whole thing is sleeping . The knock sounds again.

“Seaweed Brain, come on,” His girlfriend sighs, “You promised we’d talk to Chiron about the—"

The loud and obnoxious cry of a harpy sounds somewhere in the distance and whatever she says next is drowned out completely. He knows though. Knows what she’s going to say and what they have to do. So he drags himself out of bed, like the last sack of potatoes on the crate. Heavy and bruised and discarded for the most desperate of the lot.

“I’m up,” He manages to rasp. He doesn’t like talking to people till he’s brushed his teeth, and eaten something, and spent at least half an hour staring at an empty coffee cup. A New Yorker through and through he supposes.

“Okay,” He hears Annabeth call, “I’ll see you at the dining hall then.”

He makes a sound half way between a grunt and a yawn and hopes she understands because that’s the best she’s getting out of him. The morning routine is quick, even done at the speed of a stubborn toddler. Soon he is sitting at the Poseidon table, scarfing down eggs and toast, and washing it done with a second cup of coffee. The buzzing in his veins is completely normal. And he’s definitely not speaking at a thousand miles an hour. This is how he always talks. Why on earth they allow coffee in a camp full of adhd kids, he’ll never understand. But it works in his favour so he isn’t going to complain.

By the time him and Annabeth are done talking to Chiron about introducing therapy to the camp, he feels like his eyes are moving faster than his sensory receptors can process and his thoughts are moving faster than his ability to process at all. So when his girlfriend, smiling at him about something, stops outside their training room he looks at her with furrowed brows and asks, “What are we doing here? Are we training for something?”

She frowns, “How much coffee did you have this morning?”

“Only three cups.” He shrugs, and clenches his hands in his pockets as if she can see through the fabric to the shaking body underneath.

Her grey eyes widen as if she’s about to scold him, a petulant child being chided by their ever tired caregiver. It makes the part of him still attempting to function slightly wild. He squishes that part down with the force of a thousand ships. Someone calls Annabeth’s name so with a quick peck to the cheek she leaves him in front of the training room and jogs towards the middle of camp and out of sight.

He stares at the room, trying to get his brain to stop focusing on things he doesn’t need to focus on right now, like the three lines of a song he heard at the grocery store a week ago that he hasn’t been able to get out of his head.

He used to be nice.

Entering the training room he scans the schedule and sees he’s teaching a class of small people, campers younger than ten who are just learning the ropes but should disaster ever strike will be ushered to the Cabin 9 bunkers to wait out the storm. It is a rule that no-one under the age of twelve be subject to war if they need not be. And he will make damn sure the need never ever surfaces.

He gathers swords of various shapes and sizes, along with a few daggers, and the straw dummies that have seen better days. It boggles his mind that they’re at a camp for children of literal greek gods but somehow there’s no funding for basic necessities like extra cots in the Hermes cabin, and better dummies to stab.

Muttering to himself he moves aside metal and stacks of straw, trying to find protective gear in the pile dumped at the corner of the training room. When he doesn’t see any he lets out a long suffering sigh... he has to go to the weapons room, which is more of a broom closet with deadly devices than anything else.

The room smelt musty, and the reek of rust slams into his nostrils at dizzying speeds. It reminds him of blood, and it made his skin itch with the need to get out. But still he bends down and searches through the mess of celestial bronze, and gold and—

The scream cauterizes his happiness. He is panic and pain and death and everything brutal in a single awful instant.

“PERCY!” His name has never sounded so full of agony, each syllable holds the stages of grief.

He is running towards the anguish before he’s even fully realises what’s going on. But what he sees when he crests the hill is enough to make the warmth of his heart run burning cold.

Annabeth is curled on the ground, tears like rivers of woe streaming down her cheeks and a purple flag clutched tightly in her fists.

“What happened?” His voice is soft. If he hears himself too loudly he’s going to shatter.

Annabeth cries harder, her whole body shuddering. Grief is overwhelming. Grief is all consuming. Grief will make itself known like thorns in your thumb or bullets in your heart.

“What happened?” He repeats.

And someone, far away, right next to his ear, inside his head, says, “It’s Jason, Jason Grace. He’s dead.”

He used to be nice.

It takes him three days. Three days of non-stop travelling, by foot, and air, and sea, to reach Caligula’s home. A palace. A grave. It is three days too long. Too long for a murderer to be walking free as if there are no consequences to his vile actions. But still he is here now and he will see the fall of a great, and watch how he bleeds just like everyone else. Not gold, the colour of the emperor’s one true love, but red, the colour of his victims.

Percy's eyes are almost black with violence, green so dark it reflects the night sky. His hands clench and unfurl as if practicing to wrap around a throat and squeeze till the symphony of breathing plays its last note. His body is strung taut, a bow string waiting to release. He is murder. He is nothing. He is your worst nightmare.

“Caligula.” He scrapes. It is the exact sound of a sword sparking against stone. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

Nothing but scared silence greets him. He can feel the fear coating the walls of this burial ground like a fresh coat of paint. He will make a playground of the blood he spills, will invite all manner of creatures to use it as a park. He will revel in the slaughter he is about to participate in.

“Caligula!” His voice is the sharp edge of a small knife. Unassuming but deadly. ‘“It is no use hiding. There is no place you could go where I couldn't find you.” He feels the earth sway underneath him, and he grins. Oh this is going to be fun.

“Fine Emperor, if this is how you want to do it.”

With a shrug, he flings out an arm and turns three columns to dust. He watches the stone crumble, feels the sand on his palm as if he was crumbling the columns in his hands like soft cheese. With a small stomp of his foot a crack rivaling the river Thames splits the marble floor in half. The entire structure shudders, creaks right above him. His grin only gets wider, more dangerous.

“I will level this place to the ground. I will erase it from history as if it had never been. You will not exist Caligula, because you will go with it. Will be crushed under the weight of your own wealth.”

“You’re a fool,” A voice, reedy and nasalled in a way that has his soul curdling, shouts from somewhere on the far side of the room. “You will crush us both."

Percy laughs. He laughs and the sound widens the cracks in the floor. It is deep, and wild, but in the way a wild thing is caged: snapping at it’s bars, hissing to be free. He laughs.

“You are a fool Caligula. A fool if you think i am not willing to die if it means you suffer. A bigger fool still if you think it will not give me great pleasure to spend my last moments watching the life leave your eyes,”

The distant sound of bubbling starts to fill the room. Percy wonders if he can make blood boil. His mother has certainly said so enough times.

“Leave now half-blood,” The Emperor spits. There is still something of arrogant, misplaced bravery in his voice. It amuses Percy. “Leave now and you will not face the consequences.”

“And pray tell,” He contemplates, “Who you think will deliver your consequences if i leave?”

A scoff that echoes into the pathways of his brain comes from the back of the room. “I do not need consequences dealt. I have done nothing to deserve them.”

The sound of bubbling is getting louder. He looks curiously at the cracks still spidering around the room. “Ah Emperor,” He tuts, “That is where you are wrong. People who deserve consequences hardly ever get them. It is those who don’t think they deserve them that become the unlucky bearers.”

“What are you going on about, boy?” He snarls.

The bubbling is loud enough now that Percy almost checks to see if a small brook has carved its way through the floor. There is nothing there except ever growing cracks, turning to rifts and canyons before his eyes.

He used to be nice.

“We can do this one of two ways Caligula.” He starts, honey bees with a sting a little too sharp to be defence. “You can apologise and I’ll kill you quickly, or…” His smile is sickening. “And this is my preferred method, I could watch you die slowly, watch the life drain from your body and into the soil of blood-crops that will grow here, and your dying words will be the mercy you will inevitably beg for.”

The bubbling spills over the cracks, leaking salty water onto the dying marble floor.

“Better choose soon oh dear Emperor,” He giggles, “I am the only thing holding this room together. As soon as I let go the floor will split like your loyalties. You will be crushed to death by your own greed. And if that doesn't happen you will surely drown.” To emphasise his point water starts gushing from the floor, no longer a bubbling stream but a raging river. His laughter is carried along the ripples that hit the walls, already leaking with the all encompassing ocean. “Wouldn’t it be a pity Caligula? To drown in your own home, surrounded by all the things you killed for, watching as they drown with you?”

“Shut up half-blood,” He screeches, “You do not have the power it takes to kill me. You are nothing compared to the centuries I have been alive.”

“Do you know who i am honouring Caligula?” He asks softly, a stark and terrifying contrast to his smile a moment before. “In all your centuries can you remember but one demigod, a dear friend of mine, but just another victim of yours?”

“Does it matter?” He scoffs, “They are all the same in the end. All bleed, and cry, and piss, and die the same.”

The grin Percy lets loose starts hurricanes. It is the absolute wrong thing to say. ‘“If it is all the same to you Emperor,” He becomes terror. “Then i think i’ll spill your blood at his altar.”

And before the doomed emperor could react an invisible hand wraps around his throat and he was being dragged to the middle of the room. His eyes wide, popping out of his head; hands clawing at his neck as if trying to remove the grip they cannot feel; feet flopping helplessly underneath him.

“Apologise for killing Jason Grace.” It is a command.

Caligula glares, attempting to spit at his feet.

Percy tilts his head and with a single crook of his finger he slams the emperor into the wall. The crack is deafening. It makes him grin.

“Apologise for killing Jason Grace.”

Caligula produces an ancient roman gesture, passed through time as if centuries cannot dismantle the insults of humans.

Percy twists his wrist and the emperor’s body contorts into something unrecognizable, bones snapping and shattering to fit their new mold.

“Apologise for killing my friend.”

“Fuck you,” He manages to choke out.

A wave of ocean water alarming in its beauty rises behind him. He is its god. And with a wink he shoves all of it down the emperor’s throat. The column of that pale neck bobs as if attempting to take the water down. He can see the body trying to retch it all up, unable to handle the sheer amount, the salt that comes with it.

“Watch Caligula,” He motions to the palace sinking under the weight of his ocean, “Watch as everything you have ever cared to love drowns.”

Percy grabs a shard of mirror, uncaring of the gash it sweeps across his palm. He holds it up to the ancient powerful Emperor, who is convulsing into nothing. “Watch.”

He used to be nice.

Sometime later when Percy Jackson walks up a hill, and into the fading sun there is nothing but content mania lining his features, and behind him where a grand home once stood, is a trickling river and a single spear carved with the words, “Neo Helios”. The only sign that Caligula, Emperor and murderer, ever existed,

He used to be nice.

Until someone killed his friends.

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#Percy Jackson #Jason grace #Annabeth Chase #Caligula #PJJG fanfic #He used to be nice #Firerose requests #PJJG asks #burning maze spoilers #toa spoilers #trials of apollo spoilers

[germanicseidr]

Caligula in the Netherlands

The Roman emperor Caligula, actual name: Gaius Caesar Augustus Germanicus (the name Caligula was a nickname given to him as he used to dress up as a soldier when he was a young child, caliga is Latin for boot), was the third emperor of Rome who ruled between 37-41AD. He is one of the most infamous emperors of the Roman empire if not the most infamous of them all.

He came into power in 37AD after emperor Tiberius died, whether Caligula murdered him or if Tiberius died because of an illness is not certain. Caligula was only 24 years old when he became an emperor. His reign was actually quite well during the first few months, he freed citizens who were unjustly imprisoned, removed an unpopular tax, held games and chariot races. This all changed however when Caligula fell ill, some theories suggest that he was poisoned. He was sick for about a month, quite seriously sick as it wasn't certain if he would survive it.

Caligula did finally manage to recover from his illness but his personality seemed different. He started to behave erratically and abused his power as the emperor of the Roman empire. He made parents watch the executions of their sons, held big orgies at parties, killed off political rivals, dressed up as a woman and wandered the palace at night and declared that he was a living God. He also gave a house to his horse and wanted to promote his horse to consul. His reign was basically filled with death, torture and debauchery.

One of his most hilarious acts of madness occured in the modern day country of the Netherlands. Caligula went on an expedition to Germania in 40AD. At the end of the expedition, Caligula travelled to the lower Rhine area, modern day Zuid-Holland, in order to make preperations for an invasion of Britain. He ordered the construction of a new fort, Praetorium Agrippinae and visited the coast of modern day Katwijk.

It was there that Caligula seemed to experience another episode of his madness. For some reason he thought it was a good idea to declare war to the Roman sea God Neptune. Roman writers Suetonius and Cassius Dio described the episode:

"And when he reached the ocean, as if he were going to conduct a campaign in Britain, and had drawn up all the soldiers on the beach, he embarked on a trireme, and then, after putting out a little from the land, sailed back again. Next he took his seat on a lofty platform and gave the soldiers the signal as if for battle, bidding the trumpeters urge them on; then of a sudden he ordered them to gather up the shells.

Having secured these spoils (for he needed booty, of course, for his triumphal procession), he became greatly elated, as if he had enslaved the very ocean; and he gave his soldiers many presents. The shells he took back to Rome for the purpose of exhibiting the booty to the people there as well"

Now there are a few theories on what exactly happened here. Some suggest that this was just another episode of Caligula's twisted mind and strange humour. Another theory suggests that Caligula merely wanted to humiliate his army because they did not like the idea of invading Britain. Or perhaps both Roman writers sensationalized the entire story and the event was actually just a military exorcise. We will sadly never know the exact truth.

We can however proof that Caligula was actually there during that time period. Archeologists have discovered wine barrels belonging to Caligula's own private stock. Zuid-Holland was inhabited by the Germanic Cananefates tribe who witnessed the whole absurd event as well. A few warriors of the Cananefates tribe actually served in Caligula's army and were probably part of the epic campaign against Neptune. In fact it seems that the Cananefates tribe remembered the episode quite well as they mocked the Romans with it later during the Batavii revolt in 69AD.

So if any of you guys ever walk on the beaches near Katwijk, try to imagine that Caligula once stood there, commanding his army for either a military exercise, humiliation of his men or because they were ordered to vanquish Neptune himself.

It didn't end very well for the mad emperor Caligula. Less than a year after his expedition in Germania, he got stabbed to death by his own Praetorian guard.  

There is actually a monument in Katwijk in honour of Caligula's war with the sea.

Here is a hilarious gif from a sketch made by horrible histories.

#History #Germanic #Roman #Caligula #Emperor #The Netherlands

[julio-claudian-saberface]

Some Other Women, Part I

Been musing about some of the significant figures in Caligula and Nero’s lives that haven’t, as far as I know, made it into Fateverse yet. 

(To start off, please note the notorious propagandic tendencies of ancient historians and bear in mind the resulting fuzziness of the facts so I don’t have to pepper this with “Suetonius claimed [XYZ]” or “Tacitus said [ABC]”)

Julia Drusilla (the Elder): Caligula and Agrippina’s younger sister, Nero’s maternal aunt. Rumored to be in an incestuous relationship with Caligula, and if not she was still generally considered his favorite sister. She was cemented in this position by dying before she could ever turn against him. Caligula named Drusilla as his heir when he was sick, and had her declared a goddess after her death. 

The same people who said he was screwing Drusilla said that not only was he also having sex with his other two sisters, Agrippina and Livilla, he was pimping them out to his friends. All three sisters were included in the loyalty oath - “I will not value my life or that of my children less highly than I do the safety of the emperor and his sisters” - and put on Caligula’s coins, so it seemed he cared for the other two up until he found out they were plotting against him with Drusilla’s widower Lepidus. Lepidus was executed, and Agrippina and Livilla were exiled - but not before Agrippina was made to carry Lepidus’s ashes to Rome, where they were promptly thrown away without rites. The sisters were recalled from exile once Caligula was dead and their uncle Claudius had taken his place. 

Julia Drusilla (the Younger): The daughter of Caligula and Milonia Caesonia. Nero’s first cousin, named after her aunt Drusilla. Said to have been born on the summer day her parents were married, in the ultimate shotgun wedding. Caesonia was said to be not young or pretty, but passionate (though they used ruder words) and of proven fertility - little Drusilla had three older half-sisters. Suetonius portrayed her as a miniature monster who was already trying to blind her playmates, which Caligula took as proof that she was his. I’m more inclined to think she was an ordinary spoiled-rotten toddler. Caligula put her on the lap of a statue of Minerva and charged the goddess with her care, and/or put her on the lap of a statue of Jupiter and said they were both the father. Then he complained that fatherhood was expensive, threw a citywide baby shower to wring money out of people, and rolled around in the takings. His idea of flirting with Caesonia was mentioning how he could have her decapitated any moment or threatening to torture her to make her tell him why he loved her so much. 

After Caligula was assassinated, the conspirators went after his family. Caesonia was found mourning by her husband’s body, asking him why he hadn’t listened to her advice (opinions differ as to whether her advice was “those guys are sus, kill ‘em now” or “please stop being such a nut”), and told the assassin to go ahead. After she was stabbed, Drusilla was Baby Aegonned into a wall (in his Claudius novels Robert Graves, who subscribed to the “evil toddler” theory, had her attacking the man who killed her mother. This made it onto Wikipedia for a while. If there’s backing in some source somewhere I haven’t found it. But I like it. It has moxie). She was at most a year and a half old. 

Historically, she and her namesake seem to have been the object of Caligula’s devotion far more than Agrippina and Nero (when Agrippina asked him to name baby Nero, he fucked with her by suggesting she name him after their then-derided Uncle Claudius. Funny how life works out). In Fateverse, where he’s established to be fond of Nero, I imagine they were playmates. In the historical timeline Nero would’ve been only a little over three years old when Caligula died, but if she was old enough to remember him she might’ve been old enough to remember her Aunt Caesonia and her baby cousin. 

I've batted around the idea of a crackfic where not-exactly-Heroic-Spirit Drusilla is pulled in through an FP summon and given the chance to grow up. She is surrounded by a doting foster family. I have this image of Hektor taking the ribbon off his ponytail and doing her hair with it.

Julia Livilla: Caligula’s youngest sister, Nero’s maternal aunt. After Caligula died, she returned to Rome... and then was exiled again when the Empress Messalina, the Emperor Claudius’s wife, accused her of shtupping Seneca the Younger (yeah, that Seneca). She was later executed in exile under extremely shady circumstances. Seneca was not, and later became Nero’s tutor.

(Side note: Messalina’s eventual downfall led to Nero’s ascent, as Agrippina then married her uncle Claudius and persuaded him to adopt Nero and put him in the line of succession ahead of his biological son Britannicus. My headcanon is that after Messalina’s infidelities he suspected that Britannicus was not, in fact, his biological son)

(Another side note: Caligula didn’t much care for Seneca’s work, calling it “sand without lime” - which apparently means something like a bunch of bon mots with nothing to hold them together.)

#fate/grand order #fgo #caligula #nero claudius #amateur classics hour #headcanon #tw child death #fate series #tw incest #tw abuse

[gracedpersassonality]

Left Behind

SPOILER WARNING: The Trials of Apollo The Burning Maze

We had plans, we had visions, now I can't see ahead

We were one, we were golden, forever, you said

But I can't be sober, I cannot sleep

You've got your peace now, but what about me?

Thought we had the time, had our lives

Now you'll never get older, older

Didn't say goodbye, now I'm frozen in time

Getting colder, colder

You said you grow old with me - Michael Schulte

He doesn't want to know what happened. He doesn't want to hear what they would say. He doesn't want to know why everyone have this depressed look on their face. This are problems for later. He doesn't want to hear that his biggest fear come true and that the quesy feeling he had for days has actually a reason. He wants to know where his fucking boyfriend is. He just wants to know that Jason was safe.

It was Piper who told Percy how Jason died to save her and Apollo. How Jason was stabbed in the back not only once but twice. How his last will was that Tempest should get both of them out of there. Piper thought that Percy would freaked out or something but he just stands there like he was frozen in time. Totally silent, disbelief mirrored on his face, gazing into the distance. His tear-filled eyes had lost their brightness like they were broken.

Percy feels numb. He doesn't feel the tears streaming over his face. He doesn't feel the impact of falling on to the ground. He doesn't understand Pipers words. It doesn't matter anyway. His heart was shattered into thousand pieces. Even holding the sky felt less painful.

It couldn't be. No it shouldn't be. Not after all what happened. Not Jason. He should have wait for him. This was not the end he deserved. This wasn't fair. Why must he always be the hero? Because you would have done the same thing, Percy reminds himself.

His life wasn't easy beeing a halfblood and everything. He knows that life is dangerous and that he was usually about to die. He knows how many friends he lost. How many young halfbloods never will grow old. But he never thought that Jason, his Jason, would die. They always thought that they would either go down or grow old together.

This was so much worse than beeing dead. He lost the love of his life. He was left behind. And the worst? He wasn't there for Jason. There was nothing he could do.

He couldn't say goodbye. He couldn't say I love you for the last time. He couldn't say that he would remember and always love him. He couldn't hold his hands till his eyes closed forever. He couldn't stay by him till it was over. He couldn't see his beautiful bright blue eyes that carried so much love one last time. He couldn't promise that he would finish their work. He couldn't say that Jason should wait in Elysium for him. He couldn't promise that everything would be fine. He couldn't kiss his forehead. He couldn't promise that he would take care of the rest. He couldn't say Jason that he was the reason he was still alive. And he couldn't take revenge. He couldn't burn the place down. He couldn't save him. He couldn't go down with him. He couldn't.

Why does it has to be Jason? Why can't it be him? Without a blink of an eye he would take his place instead. He doesn't want to live in a world without Jason. In a world where his murderer isn't dead.

Jason died alone. And this was the part that hurts the most. Jason deserves more. He deserves everything. Percy feels like he was the one who got stabbed in the back.

And he would do everything to get the chance to say goodbye, to hug Jason one last time. But he wouldn't be able to see him for a long time. And if Jason chose rebirth he will never see him again.

He will never know if Jasons last thoughts were about him. He will never know what could have been if he was there. He will never know what Jason would have said to him. He will never know whether he could rescued him or would died with him. He will never know how their future would be. He will never know which adventures they would have experienced. He will never know how their Happy ending would has looked like. He will never know.

And never again he could say how much he loved him. Never again he would hear the same from Jason. Never again he would hear his laugh. Never again he falls asleep on his chest. Never again they would stay awake the whole night to see the sunrise. Never again they would kiss under water. Never again they would dance in the sky. Never again they would get lost in eachothers eyes. Never again he would hear all the whispered promises. Never again they would share their deepest fears and highest hopes. Never again he would feel invincible with Jason by his side. Never again.

There was nothing left. All his dreams, hopes and love died with Jason. He died inside. Only the darkness and the thought of revenge remains. Jason was the light in his life. And without the light Percy suddenly knows how it feels to drown. To going under. He can't emerge from the dark.

But even if he doesn't want to he is still breathing and as long as he do he will remember Jason. The one thing that kept him alive. Jason who didn't want to see Percy giving up his life. So he will remember the one thing that will keep him alive.

He will remember all the memories they shared. He will remember their first kiss in the rain. He will remember all the nights they spent together. He will remember all the sweet words Jason had whispered in his ear. He will remember how his laugh sounded. He will remember how he stood up for others. He will remember how Jason told him that everything would be fine when he had a nightmare. He will remember how they confessed their love to the other one. He will remember how Jason eyes sparkle in the sun. He will remember how they teased eachother. He will remember how one of their fights ended in a hurricane. He will remember how it felt finally knowing where they belong. He will remember how Jason held him like he never ever want to let him go again after getting out of the Tartarus. He will remember how Jason never gave up hope. He will remember how Jason always saw the good in everything. He will remember the most supportive, cutest, amiable, courageous and generous person he ever met. He will remember.

But first he will avenge Jason. Either he kills Caligula or he dies trying.

And if he survived he will finish their work. And he will live for Jason.

And when they finally meet once more he will feel more alive again than he ever was even if he's dead.

#jercy #hoo #pjo #jason grace #percy jackson #percy and jason #toa #first fanfic #Is it ironic that I post this on Jason's birthday? #I had to reread the scene in which Jason died and now I am crying again #And I still refuse to accept Jason's death