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I think that the choice to have Jason die doesn't piss me off nearly as much as his death was handled.
Riordan seems to think that listing overly graphic details about Jason's lifeless body during his death substitutes as real emotional effect on the reader, and it doesn't. At least for me, it didn't. I never cry when I read Jason's death scene. Because it really just makes me upset, lol.
To get a reader emotionally invested in a character, we need to spend TIME with that character. We need to be able to get to know that character in an incredibly intimate way, and not only do I feel like Riordan didn't really succeed in doing that with Jason in Heroes of Olympus, the way we did with other characters, he also didn't do it with Jason in the book he DIED in.
It's always been my personal belief that, as much as I love Piper's character, we should have spent that book with Jason; not her. That would have made his death feel so much more impactful. Instead Jason is the person we know of vaguely for about 20 pages until he bites the dust so he can haunt the narrative. It's so irritating to me.
moots oomfs and non oomfs engaging with nsfw rn, with all the love of my heart, I really hope all of you are adults đđ let's keep this space safe
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I think out of all of the seven, and probably most demigods, jasonâs the most likely to refer to the gods with familial terms. he acknowledged apollo as his brother and stuck his neck out for him, even though apollo is his half brother, several millennia older than him, and has never (as far as we know) talked to jason. so I mean, whats stopping him from calling poseidon and hades âuncleâ? or thinking of artemis, athena, etc as half siblings too? would the gods be enamored or would they think its annoying as hell? I need answerssss
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Okie dokie boys girls and squirrels! I've got another @flashfictionfridayofficial fic! This one REALLY gave me a run for my money because this prompt took NO prisoners. I had to use my brain, everyone pity me. </3 Anywho, here's the fic!
Word count: 1,000 (only a little editing this time!)
Ao3 Poetry in Motion
Jason had thought that the hardest part of going to Edgarton would be, you know, the part where he was going to a mortal high school for the first time in his life. Heâd gone to school while he was at Camp Jupiter (of course he had, despite Piper and Leoâs incessant jokes about his wolf-grade reading level) but that had been completely different. School in New Rome had been carefully balanced with his Legion duties and was formatted with dyslexic ADHD kids specifically in mind. School in New Rome had been easy, Edgarton was completely different. There were uniforms and curfews and rules andâ Well, maybe it wasnât all that different from Camp Jupiter after all.
The hardest thing for Jason to get used to, though, was the free time he had. Part of that time was taken up with lacrosse, seeing as any students who lived on campus were required to partake in at least one extracurricular activity, but that was only four hours a week during fall. He spent some time on his school work, naturally, but Edgarton didnât do homework, so other than studying for tests and writing papers, there wasnât much for him to do. So, really, Jason found himself with idle hands far more frequently than he ever had in his life.
That was where Leo came in.
Jason had secretly, selfishly hoped that Leoâs involvement would have just amounted to a lot of holding hands in the quad and making out in their dorm room, but life was never quite that kind to Jason. No, unfortunately, Leo was very, very invested in âre-childhoodingâ Jason, which roughly translated to exposing him to all of the stuff heâd missed growing up in a demigod military camp. This included taking him to Chuck E. Cheese (which he hadnât exactly loved because it was very loud) and binge watching âimportantâ cartoons and movies (Avatar was a very good show, but the movie didnât make much sense as an adaptation, considering it was suddenly about aliens) and, most terrifyingly, finding new hobbies and interests outside of niche Ancient Roman law.Â
Lacrosse had been Leoâs idea, and it was definitely fun, there was no doubt about it. Jason liked the physicality and the predefined rules and the teamwork involved with sports. However, apparently, that wasnât quite good enough, and Leo had been needling him to try something else, something that wasnât just about performing an action for someone else. Jason had been a little lost, trying to figure out what, exactly, that new hobby could be until their English class had done a unit on classic English poets, and Jason had discovered a love of reciting poetry. That, naturally, had led him to the poetry club (which Leo insisted on calling the Dead Poets Society, for some reason) and for one shining moment, everything looked like it was gonna work out.Â
Then, because the world could never be that kind, Derrick, the club president, had cheerfully announced that the next meeting they would be reciting their own poetry.
âI donât know what Iâm going to do,â Jason groaned into his pillow while Leo sympathetically stroked his hair. âI donât know how to write poetry.â
âWhat if you just started talking in Latin?â Leo suggested. âThen you wouldnât have to actually write anything, you could just recite a cake recipe or something.â
Jason paused and considered that option with no small amount of hope before remembering that Sheamus was in his Latin class and would absolutely call him out. âI canât. Theyâll figure it out.â He considered it for another moment before adding, âI do like the idea of writing it in Latin, though. Only one person will have any idea what Iâm saying, but Iâm fine with that.â
âThatâs the spirit!â Leo cheered, bending over to kiss Jasonâs ear, which was the one spot of face-adjacent skin not hidden by Jasonâs autoasphyxiation attempt. That made him feel a lot better. âSo, whatcha gonna write about?â
Hopelessness crashed over Jason again. âNo idea. Can I just quit this club? Thatâs a normal kid experience, right?â
âNo way, dude, I watched you get moony-eyed over Lord Byron last week, youâre staying in this club,â Leo said seriously. Jason didnât bother to point out that the reason heâd actually gone all sappy was because he was reading âSoon Weâll Go No More a Rovingâ with Leo beside him, still and peaceful for once. Leo poked him. âCome on. Talk to me. Whatâs the prompt?â
Jason continued his grumbling for a moment before he heaved a heavy sigh. âBeauty beyond measure.â
âOh, uh, okay, um. What aboutâŚâ Leo floundered for a moment. âA sunset? Or, um, a flower?â
Jason refrained from gagging, but only just. âNo.â
Leo pinched his ear. âOkay, what about something less conventional that you like? Like swordfighting, or something? Iâm pretty sure I could wax poetic about the inner workings of Festus, if you held a gun to my head.â
Leo continued to talk, rattling off all sorts of ideas, each one somehow worse than the one before, and Jason felt his brain throb. He figured this was probably only partially due to Leoâs poetry suggestions and mainly just a lack of oxygen, so he begrudgingly rolled over. When he did, he wound up with his head cradled in Leoâs lap, and his breath hitched as soon as he blinked stars out of eyes.
Leo was sitting there, still talking and completely oblivious to the fact that Jason was staring at him in complete awe. The sun was starting to set, so warm evening sun was pouring through the window at Leoâs back, lighting up his messy cloud of curls like a halo. His crooked teeth flashed with every word, his eyes glowed, his hands flapped through the air like baby birds, and there was a breathtaking smear of grease on his chin.
Jasonâs heart sang, and he smiled. âI think I know what Iâm going to write about.â
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Something something Jason being absolutely miserable as a leader and Leo picking up on that. But also the fact that Leo can tell Jason is having a hard time specifically by the fact that Jasonâs hair isnât combed as well as it usually is has me dying. Leo honey why is your attention always zeroed in on the way Jason looks LMAO. He makes references to shit like that so casually and it amuses me to no end
Like idk it really does get to me how Jason and Leo are both people who wouldnât admit theyâre not doing well over their dead bodies. Jason just keeps stoically Doing His Tasks and Leo just throws slightly more jokes at stuff than usual. But Jason can tell Leo isnât feeling well from his lack of fidgeting and his drink order being off. Leo can tell Jason isnât feeling well from the way Jasonâs lip is twitching and the fact that his hair is slightly messier than usual. Something about them not needing the words the other person isnât able to say to know.