The difference between Luke and Percy isn't actually their relationship to their dads, it's their moms!
May and Sally are explicitly linked by the text because they are clear-sighted mortals whose talents attract their respective gods.
Hermes adored and loved May and he tried, he tried desperately to discourage her from becoming the Oracle and she would not heed his warning. We are told by Hestia that she "went too far." She wasn't content with her "beautiful baby boy." She thought she could do it, she told Hermes that she knew she could do it. But she was wrong. It's her own hubris that brings her Fate, and by extension Luke's Fate, down on their heads. Luke blames Hermes for this - maybe because it's easier to be mad at him than to be mad at May who is obviously suffering, maybe because he just doesn't know what really happened. May's motivations seem to be trying to grasp at significance on her own terms - she knows she cannot keep Hermes forever, she believes she was gifted with clear sight for a reason.
Contrast that with Sally - Sally, who is offered a palace under the sea, and turns it down. She chooses the simple life, she chooses her son. Sally teaches her son not to grasp for power. Her famous line, "if my life is going to mean anything I have to live it myself" actually follows her telling Percy: "I think you're enough like me to understand." And this following Percy's decision NOT to do what a classic hero would have and use the head on Gabe, but instead to yield the power and reject that impulse because he realizes that this is (one of the reasons) why a hero's story never ends happily.
Luke dies because he was grasping for power, because he tried to take on more than he could handle. His fate mirrors his mother's. He hosts Kronos, like May tried to host the Oracle, and his mind is split in two, warring with itself. And Percy, like Sally, is offered incredible wealth and status by the gods, and turns it down. Chooses the simple life, chooses to live his own life.
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The odyssey by Christopher Noland is an amazing movie and a terrible adaptation of the odyssey and that problem would be fixed if the movie was named any other name then odyssey because that implies that's an adaptation of the book and not Noland's take on it epic the musical is not meant to by an adaptation of the odyssey it's meant to be a musical based on it and it has multiple things that are not accurate and that's fine because that was from the start that's why it's not called odyssey the musical and yet it's still somehow more accurate than the movie
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It's only after Poseidon leaves that Aphrodite recognises that there is a new presence within her chambers.
Distracted as she had been by the Sea Kings voluptuous behind as he swaggered away, the love goddess feels that few could hold it against her that she initially failed to notice such a tiny creature.
Especially when the little godling's essence was so much like that of her parents that she seemed to blend into the briny waves that always followed in Poseidon, and even Aphrodite's to a lesser extent, wake.
The continued presence of the Sea long after Poseidon had left had been what pushed Aphrodite to realise what had happened.
It was only after supressing her own presence that she had been able to capture any more of the babes essence.
Laughter and Screams; a dash of something that sung wonderfully with her own dominion over love; the undertones of something that tasted thick and coppery against her tongue; an edge that cut like her favourite lovers blade and even a floral scent that could pass as something similar to Aphrodite's own aspects but more distinct and limited.
It took her a while to find the child, their presence quickly saturating the room now that Poseidon's and her own were no longer supressing it.
Thankfully, before Aphrodite was forced to resort to destruction of property in her search, the love goddess heard a giggle like bell chimes break out from across the room.
Following the noise to its source, Aphrodite found her latest child hidden beneath her bed.
The godling had wrapped themself in one of her shawls, further masking their scent Aphrodite realised.
Her emotions warred between amusement and annoyance at what was no doubt an intention ploy from how the child laughed at her.
Amusement eventually won out though as the goddess found it impossible to hold onto anything negative when the child looked up at her with her own eyes.
Taking in the child's appearance, Aphrodite couldn't help but let out a noise of surprise.
They were truly gorgeous, as any child born of her would be, but that was not what drew such a reaction from her.
If one knew what to look for they would recognise the sea king in the bone structure of the godlings face or the turbulent curls that graced her hair, but most would miss it.
After all, for all the similarities Aphrodite's daughter shared with her father, they bore a far more striking resemblance to their maternal grandfather.
Constellations that at first glance might be mistaken for freckles shone as they were chased across the child's skin by the tides.
Pearls spilled from ebony curls that dripped upon the floor as the godling gave her a charming fanged smile from between blackened lips. Her skin shifted between the pallor of one gripped within a watery grave and the rich hues of a rainbow fish.
Her little godling, so young and yet already such a violent beauty.
A godling born of two greater gods who seemed to share more similarities with the Titans to those who were unaware of Aphrodite and Poseidon's true natures.
Part of why the two consistently found themselves returning to the others bed despite their many disputes following Rhode's birth was that there were few that either deity could truly be themselves around.
Aphrodite had been born of Uranus and was both Titan and Goddess. Poseidon meanwhile had been Kronos favoured son for a reason, the gods nature being far less restricted when compared to that of his siblings save perhaps Demeter.
Neither spoke of it but both sea deities knew that had they wished it during the war, the Titans would have welcomed them with open arms.
Zeus she knew suspected but had never, despite all his paranoia fuelled witch hunts, been able to prove how closely the two walked the line between the pantheons of now and then.
He had come close though.
Close enough that both gods were forever forced into wearing masks when not hidden beneath the waves lest they give their King reason to attempt to strike them down.
Aphrodite was known for her glamours. Many complementing the spell work that caused even gods to see their desires reflected back at them.
Few save Titans like Hecate herself realised that the goddess was a true shapeshifter, her form as nebulous and changing as the tides she had sprung from. Only her Kaleidoscope eyes remained unchanging, the anchor of her being and self.
Some might say that she had an easier time of it; masking her presence with subtle spells and misdirection's yet remaining in her true form but Aphrodite would disagree.
After all Aphrodite's marriage, however brief, to the Forge meant she was considered more Olympian than Seaborn and expected to remain above the waves.
Poseidon meanwhile was free to exist as his true self within his kingdom.
After all, beloved and fear in equal measure, none would whisper the truth of their kings nature to the Thunderer on High.
Poseidon's mask may be more restrictive and far heavier than her own but what did that matter when he was rarely forced to wear it?
This beautiful child, so young and innocent, seem to shine with the two gods best and most deadly aspects.
Aphrodite adored them for it just as much as the love goddess feared it.
The Godling was living proof of all that the duo had tried to hide.
Aphrodite wasn't Hera though, she had no intention of throwing her child off a mountain.
However, if Aphrodite wanted herself and her child to survive the coming centuries unscathed, something would need to be done.
The simplest method would be to hide her more ungodly aspects but the child wouldn't be able to maintain a glamour consistently enough to fool other gods for centuries yet... If she could only hide them until they were grown...
That wasn't an option though, not with the twins seeing everything that walked beneath their sun and moon.
Protectors of youth they may be, that would not stop them from turning the child over to their father.
Perhaps a physical disguise or covering?
Though, with gods like Aphrodite and Poseidon for parents any attempt to dress modestly would honestly attract more attention and suspicion...
Mayhap's armour? Now there was an idea...
Breathing in deeply she focused on a specific aspect of the godlings Essence.
The taste of copper lay heavy in her mouth, coupled with the bite of something sharp and cold steal? and Aphrodite knew this little godling was going to be a new war god.
She could use this, dress her little darling up like Wisdom and have them never part from their armour for their first few centuries the same way Athena and even Ares had refused to after them were born.
Her ex husband still owed her a few favours and he had always had a soft spot for children, it wouldn't be hard to request armour for her and swear him to secrecy.
The more she thought about it, the more she liked this idea.
The only problem was Poseidon.
He would never consent to his child hiding what they were, regardless of whether it might protect them from danger!
The fool would probably marry her off like he had Kymopoleia or her dear Rhode.
As if her daughters marriage to the sun brat was anything other than a gilded cage!
She hadn't even been allowed to raise her child, instead forced to watch as Helios shaped her to be his wife without thought or care for anything beyond her destined role.
The love between the two was real but tasted like cheap taffy, lacking substance, meaning or depth.
Aphrodite had hoped it would blossom into something more but as time past all it seemed to do was stagnate and become sickly sweet.
Eros had started making bets on who Helios would cheat on Rhodes with and whilst Aphrodite hadn't placed any bets herself she didn't disagree with her sons prediction for how that marriage would end.
Not that Rhodes cared to listen to her mothers worries.
No, Aphrodite refused to sit back and watch as Poseidon ruined another of her daughters.
Right now Poseidon had no idea that this bundle of blood and laughter existed and Aphrodite intended to keep it that way as long as possible.
Her Rhodes was such a lovely thing.
The gentle goddess couldn't help but draw the eyes of all who looked at her and this child would be much the same though far less passive and compliant if Aphrodite had anything to say about it.
She would raise her daughter to be a proper deity, invoking fear and trepidation into mortals and immortals alike.
She would be as free as the Waves and as terrify as Love.
Where Rhodes coaxed this child of theirs would demand, bloody and violent.
She would be the kind of love that gripped you by the throat and never let you go.
She would start wars, build and ruin empires...
Yes.
This daughter would be different.
Hers and hers alone.
She would pass them off as a child of her Aria aspect born of a heated spat through thought and thought alone.
If pushed she would claim Ares to be the one she quarrelled with ensuring that Poseidon had no claim to her!
A child like that needed a powerful name....
"How about I name you Persandra, do you like that Darling?"
The excited laughter was answer enough and Aphrodite joined her newest child in giggling as she gently picked them up and cradled them in her arms.
god okay in an attempt to be less of an asshole, here’s how child speech DOES work (or tend to work, at least)
kids tend to hypercorrect — this means that they tend to say things like “sleeped” instead of “slept,” “writed” instead of “wrote,” “goed” instead of “went,” etc
kids tend not to make errors such as omitting verbs (“i hungry”)
kids also tend not to make errors in the i/me, she/her department (“me am hungry”)
simplification of difficult sounds — consonant clusters especially, so things like st, sp, ps, etc., as well as f, v, th-sounds, ch-sounds, etc.
“babbling”-type utterances (“apwen” for “airplane,” using one babbly word for multiple objects, things like that) generally occur in children under the age of three and a half
say it with me: an eight-year-old child is not going to be saying “me hungwy”
do not confuse child speech with stereotypical learner english mistakes, that’s not only incorrect but also gross on the stereotypical learner english front (“me love you long time,” anybody?)
if you’re going to write kidfic please do some goddamn research
Totally. It can be helpful to remind yourself that young children tend to speak as though the English language actually made sense. Our brains are pattern-recognising machines: children are really, really good at puzzling out the implicit rules of the English language, but they don’t necessarily know all the silly exceptions and bizarre edge cases that break those rules yet - those can only be learned through experience and rote memorisation.
Basically, when children who speak English as a first language make mistakes, it typically reflects a tendency to treat English as more grammatically, syntactically, and/or orthographically consistent than it really is. In some cases, this can be compounded by the fact that some kids will get offended at how little sense “proper” English makes, and insist upon using the more consistent forms even though they know very well that they’re technically “wrong”.
As someone who spends a good majority of her time working with kids, it irks me to no end when I see children written as if they’re babies.
Past the age of about five or six years old, children can have deep, intellectual conversations about the most bizarre of things. I HAD A CONVERSATION LAST WEEK WITH FOUR THIRD GRADERS ABOUT THE GAS PRICES AND TAXES IN HAWAII.
Were they entirely correct in the facts they were giving? No, because it was all from what they had heard from parents or on the news. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that I was having a genuine conversation with four eight and nine year olds about taxes.
Just about the only speech problems most kids have, unless they have a speech impediment, is not being able to pronounce certain consonants (replacing ‘th’ with ‘fw,’ for example, and some letters are harder to form with your mouth than others) and doing exactly what the person above said: using the English language the way they know how, which isn’t always the way English works.
Kids aren’t stupid. Stop writing them like they are.
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My Greek Gods designs for now. Still working on it. Wanna do all of them but I’m stuck🥹
I’m stuck with Aphrodite. She looks like this and I don’t really know how to finish it. Something is off, and I’m working on it since Christmas (maybe). Idk, I lost spark🥲
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You see, everyone is doing Greek mythology retellings wrong.
No more of that "girlboss" bullshit where we crap all over the myths.
We need to write them all in the perspective of Momus, where it's full of stuff like,
"And for some reason, my dumbass brother fell for Sisyphus' trap. Which, quite frankly, I see why no one saved him. C'mon, dude, our siblings are Deceit and Trickery. You work with Hermes!
"Anyway, back to the story-"
"So Zeus, with his "great intelligence", decided to name his child after Hera. Because obviously that would keep her from hurting him! 10/10 logic there, Zeus. Where's Metis when you need her?"
"And because Odysseus was "so wise", he decided to loudly declare his name to the Cyclops. Surely that'll have no consequences!"
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