#Day 10: Apollo

[noodles-and-tea]

Something about chartering a private jet

[mediumgayitalian]

When Lee and Michael pull him from Chiron's exceptionally dry Ancient Greek lessons, Will is excited. When they drag him down, ducking, behind the stables, as other campers walk by, he is intrigued. When they guide him all the way back to their cabin, sit him on his bed, and then drag two stools to sit across from him, silently, he is still excited.

A little nervous, now.

But excited.

"Will," Michael says, solemn. He presses his fist to his mouth, eyes carefully blank. "Will, you are almost ten years old, now."

Will bounces on his mattress, grinning. "Yeah! I'm nine and fifty-six seventy-thirds." He peers at his brothers hopefully, trying to lessen his fidgeting and appear Regal and Adult. "Am I getting my Dad present early?"

Gods, he hopes so. He has been counting down the days -- every tenth birthday, for every kid, Camp-bound or not, Apollo sends them a gift of gold jewelry, smelted in the heat of the Sun by Holy Hephaestus, jewels handcrafted by the finest artisans on Olympus, blessed by yours truly. Will has been watching in seething jealousy as Michael's signet ring glints every time he pulls back his bow, as Cass' hoops swing when she walks. He hopes the gift is earrings -- he finally convinced Michael to pierce his lobes a couple months ago, and he's tired of the ugly studs. Beckendorf made him promise to let him poke around at whatever Will gets, and Will has been itching to show him.

And to get the jewelry, obviously. That's priority number one.

Lee shakes his head slowly. "No. You will get your milestone when you get it." He exchanges a long, fearful look with Michael. Will picks at last summer's clay bead, with the trident on it. "Speaking of milestones…"

Michael makes a sudden, choked noise, covering his face with his hands and curling forward. Will startles. Lee sighs, looking down for a moment as well. When he looks up again, he meets Will's wide eyes with his teary ones, and places a supportive hand on Michael's back.

"Will…" he looks out to the open window, shaking his head slightly. When he looks back, his face is creased in apology, and his eyes are ringed with pity. Will feels his heart drop. "Have you chosen someone, yet?"

"Chosen?" Will straightens, fists twisting in his shorts. "Chosen someone for what?" Michael makes another strangled wailing noise. Will's breath hitches, and his ears white out. "Lee, tell me! Tell me now!"

"We are a Greek camp," Lee says, finally. "An ancient Greek camp. With ancient Greek customs, kiddo."

He says it softly, apologetically. Like the time a seagull swooped down and stole Will's ice cream, right from his hands, on the beach last week. Will recognizes the hopeless tone of his voice and his heart drops.

"How much did they tell you about…our customs?"

"I didn't listen to the admissions video!" Will confesses, panicked. "I'm sorry! It was so boring! There were a bajillion music numbers and they were all kind of bad no offense and the screen made my eyes hurt and I missed my mom and --"

"Will," Michael says, voice shaking. He meets Will's eyes and Will is horrified to see they are wet.

He has never seen Michael cry before -- not even once.

"It's okay, Will. Some people don't know."

"Tell me," Will begs. "Am I being sacrificed?"

To his great relief, both his brothers laugh, waving dismissive hands as they chuckle. Will sags into his pillows.

"Oh, no, gods no. That would be barbaric." Lee wipes a tear from his eyes. "C'mon, Will, we're a little more civilized than that." He smiles encouragingly. Will smiles, hesitantly, back. "You're getting married."

It takes a long enough moment for the sound to travel and the word to register that Will is sure his hearing aids have gone wonky. He taps them, as though it will do anything, and tilts his head.

"I didn't hear you right. What did you say?"

"Married," Michael repeats. "By age 10, like all people had to do back then." He and Lee exchange another weighted look. "That, or you have to marry Mr. D." He rushes to assure at Will's panicked shriek; "Only if you don't choose someone in time. You have until you turn ten, so don't worry. I'm sure you'll find someone in time. You'll have most of the summer, anyway."

There is a moment where Lee and Michael murmur to each other, nodding. "Yeah," Lee says, mostly to himself. "You'll be fine." To which Michael responds: "Of course, of course. I mean, we did it."

Will sits there, frozen.

"I can't get married!" he cries, coming back to himself. He begins to hyperventilate. "I'm -- nine! I'm a kid!" He looks to his older brothers, blue eyes big and watery. "I don't even know how to file my taxes yet!"

Lee and Michael are sympathetic. They move forward, immediately, one on either side of him; Lee slides a squeezing hand around his shoulders, Michael pats him on the leg.

"It'll be fine, squirt," Lee soothes. He gestures across them. "I mean, me and Michael found somebody. It all worked out."

"You're married?" Will chokes out. His breaths come quick and shallow, despite Lee's comforting hand. "Michael is married?!"

"Watch it, twerp," Michael warns, at the same time as Lee says: "It was a challenge and a half, but yeah, Michael is married."

Will glances quickly down. There is no ring on either of their left hands, but they must notice him looking, because Michael snorts, pinching him on the knee.

"We just told you it's an ancient Greek custom, dumbass. Rings were invented later. We just…" He makes an incomprehensible gesture with his ringless hand. "Followed the book, completed the rite, etc, etc. Boom. Matrimony."

Lee nods. He rubs Will's shoulder a final time, encouragingly, before pulling away enough to give him space to breathe.

"You'll find someone, Will. We just thought we'd warn you because it didn't look like you remembered yourself, and we don't want you to have to…well."

Will shudders. Vaguely, in the back of his blurry, blurry memory, he can recall someone saying something in a video somewhere about partners and their importance in Camp. He had not paid attention, and he curses himself for it, now -- he almost had to marry Mr. D. Mr. D. who is rude, who smells like vinegar, who always has something in his teeth, who sleeps all day and drools more than a waterfall, who scares the satyrs on purpose and never even says sorry. Who is mean and gross and the worst ever.

"Thank you," Will says, tearfully. He grips his brothers' hands in his small fists and shakes from his spot between them, almost-life flashing in front of his eyes. If his brothers hadn't warned him, Mr. D. would have made him rub his stinking feet and feed him grapes for all eternity for sure. There wouldn't even be breaks for episodes of Star Trek. He shudders. "Thank you."

His brothers return the half-hug, although Michal sighs about it. He is too short to see the smirks they flash above his head.

"Anytime, twerp."

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[dollar-store-kazoo]

Apollo :) my fav Greek deity

Based off this statue:

[rowyndodendron]

Clocking Niobe is Agamemnon's grandmother adds a whoooole new layer of wtf to the preexisting MOUNTAIN of wtf that was Artemis being like "murder ur daughter or no sailing for u" @ Agamemnon in Aulis.

Per Homer's Iliad Niobe, for those unaware, was a queen who had 6 sons and 6 daughters. This led her to boast that her pussy game was way better than Leto, the mother of Apollo and Artemis, as she only had 2 kids to Niobe's 12.

As you may expect Apollo and Artemis were really normal about this and responded appropriately. Apollo killed all of Niobe's sons while Artemis killed all of her daughters in punishment. Niobe herself became a rock, forever weeping.

SO YEH. THAT'S FUN.

Now just imagining Agamemnon trying to pray to Artemis to maybe, uhhhhh, NOT make me murder my own child for ur special deer???

And she just goes: be grateful I take only one.

[ophii]

wooo

[aarontaylorjohnsonsdivorcelawyer]

library card ➵ valgrace university au

valgrace university au - PART 5 [masterlist]

[foodsies4me]

Because Tumblr was rude and deleted the ask right as I was going to answer it, Apollo snippet for @just-add-butter

Alec wakes up to claws in his hair and a long, soft tail wrapped around his chin. There's fur in his mouth and a familiar weight tucked in the crook of his neck, small hands clutching his shirt and wrinkling the fabric.

Seems like Max and Minty crawled into his bed again.

Suppressing a smile, Alec slowly opens his eyes. He blinks several times, his eyebrows scrunching together as he squints away from the bright institute lights coming through the hallway.

Seems like Max also forgot to close the door again.

Apollo lets out a small thrill when he notices he's awake, jumping down from his perch to land on the hand Alec lifts in the air. "Weren't you supposed to keep watch?" Alec asks, his eyes gliding to Max, who rolls on his side, and Minty, who rolls down onto the pillow.

Apollo merely fluffs his feathers in response. He then climbs up his arm, his claws leaving small pinpricks on Alec's arm until he settles comfortably on his shoulder, his beak already back to nibbling on Alec's ear.

Huffing out a laugh, Alec gets around to dressing himself. He grabs a clean shirt out of his dresser along with some underwear and socks. He then grabs the pants he wore the day before, throwing them over his shoulder before he heads to the showers.

[astrrorat]

BUNNY APOLLO

hes lowkey scary ngl

[theamazingmaddyas]

Last weekend, my childhood best friends and I went camping as a sort of girl scout reunion and catch-up, and I can't get over how one conversation we had works a little too well with the seven and Nico having a reunion post-TOA.

*Playing Wavelength, with the card "You could beat in a fight" to "Could beat you in a fight", with Leo giving the clue. The teams are: Leo, Piper, Annabeth, and Percy vs Hazel, Frank, and Nico*

Leo: *looks at dial to see that it's closer to him winning in the fight, but not all the way down* Georgina, my sister.

Piper: Oh, Georgina would 100% win.

Percy: Agreed.

Leo: *can't talk but wants to scream so badly*

Piper: But the question is, does Leo think he'd win? Which he probably does.

Annabeth: He definitely thinks he'd win, even if that's not true, so put it almost all the way down.

Percy: But Georgina would win.

Annabeth: But Leo thinks he'd win. Lock in here?

Piper: *moves dial a bit more towards Georgina winning* There. Done. Hazel, Frank, Nico, you're turn.

Hazel: Oh, Georgina would absolutely win.

Frank: Yeah.

Hazel: But I think the dial is only slightly more to the left, towards Georgina winning.

Nico: Even if it should be on the other side.

Leo: *flips the dial to reveal that it was slightly more towards Georgina winning, but not a lot* She's seven! I could beat a seven year old most of the time! She's only winning if I pulled my back that day!

Piper: You keep telling yourself that.

*slightly later, Nico summons Jason to talk for a bit*

Leo: Jason! Who'd win in a fight: me or my sister?

Jason: Georgina.

Leo: He didn't even hesitate! No one has any faith in me! She's seven!

*the next day when Leo brings Georgina to the Argo II to show her*

Leo: Georgie, I have a very important question. Who'd win in a fight: you or me?

Georgina: Me!

Leo: What the heck! No one has faith in me? I'd totally kick your butt. Everyone said you'd win!

Georgina: Everyone believes in me, and not in you.

Leo: Which is silly because I'd win!

Georgina: *holding out her hands* Let's go.

Leo: *grabs her hands* Get ready to get your butt whipped.

*They play fight for a bit, until Leo picks up Georgina, and puts her on the ground*

Leo: 1, 2, 3! I win! That shows everyone!

Piper: Georgina did a better job.

Leo: Be quiet.

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF PRIORITY: EARTH (PART 2 - REVAMPED)

Ft. Staff Cmdr. Sophie Oliveira-Shepard Alenko-Oliveira, Cpt. Arno Delacroix, Lt. Cmdr. Ashley Williams, and Zaeed Massani-Shepard MIRA'S MORE CANON ME3 "Convincing half of the Admiralty board to dissent from the majority's position? That's one thing, Arno. Having to do it while Mikhailovich leers at you from the other side of the chambers again? I think I'd rather push the boulder up the hill for a fucking eternity." Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[coriander-candlesticks]

Me: I'm not sure if my health can withstand a commute. Should I try to go in tomorrow?

Apollo: no

Me: should I plan to work from home?

Apollo: no

Me: ...

Apollo:

Me: migraine?

Apollo: migraine.

[azrail-emer]

Apollo | Concept 2

Second post of the day!!! Woo!

This is my second Apollo concept! I actually really like this one, but colors need A LOT of work. He kinda thin/boney. He dances and acts in pretty much every drawing I have of him. If I did use him for EPIC, he would have his own place to dance. He’s behind curtains, dancing and singing his part. He kinda looks like he mourning- The mask hides everything!!!

-Azz

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

hey so how about that Apollo & Ares fic, huh?

[thefoxesraven]

HI HELLO YES

FOX PERCY - @jtl-fics

WIP Wednesday 10/11/23 (OPEN) | Fox Percy

“Um yeah, I didn’t know which school I was going to pick till March,” Percy said and he looked to see that a girl with white hair was staring at him with a kind smile. 

She was sizing him up. He knew she was checking to see if he was a threat. Understandable. He knew this was a possibility so he just smiled back and noticed that just a little further away were five other men. Two twins—Percy knew who they were immediately—the Minyard twins. The one with the unsettling smile and curious gaze had to Andrew. Percy thought to himself remembering the overview that David had given him. Next to Andrew was Kevin Day. Thanks to Luke, Percy had already prepared to see him. Kevin looked at him wide eyed. Uncle David must have not told everyone who the new members were. Percy just looked away from him to see another Hispanic teammate. He wondered if he was also Mexican and decided that if he had the chance he would ask. Then he found the other freshman. 

David didn’t give Percy the name, just that he was from Arizona and had all the makings of  a Demigod who didn’t know he was. No home. At the very least shitty parents, more likely no parents. Constantly looking over his shoulder. David had been in contact with Chiron about him, and with the way Seth was glancing at the kid, Percy knew Chiron asked him to watch him. You can’t exactly send a satyr after an 18 year old, but  trained demigod already on the team? A good substitute for some guidance. Percy brushed his hands over his pockets making sure he did have Riptide on him. With at least three, potentially four, demigods and a double legacy in the same room, a monster attack was more likely than not having one.

“All right, I hope everyone’s travels went smoothly,” David announced, getting the team meeting started.

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[ophii]

finally finished toa and i am so upset but it was a nice ending. heres a really really bad sketch for toapril day 10 bc thats a thing apparently? im joining in late! promise tomorrow will be better