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[arisketchart]

Semea -daughter of the sun

>> There was a girl in front of me. And behind her were two others. All in silver hunting gear. The girl in front of me had long, chestnut brown hair tied back in a ponytail and silver-yellow eyes. The silver-yellow eyes that had been haunting my dreams lately. And something else struck me, a realization as cold as a wet washcloth in the early morning. That was the girl from the wedding photo! Her expression was focused at first, she inspected me, then she looked into the house and her eyes looked sadder. “It seems to me that we are too late. Forgive me.” <<

This is a scene from my fanfic about my OC a daughter of Apollo and Lityerses on AO3, I invite you to go check it out guys <3

A musteread for all litpollo fans!!!

[im-an-apollogist]

Day 12 - Eyes That Glow Gold

I've had this idea in my head for a long time and this is my perfect excuse to do it.

[multifandomstan5]

Mr.D, gesturing towards Hazel: Okay, first of all I'd like to introduce our new ambassador of camp Jupiter, Hailey, and I'd like to thank her for her generous gift of two dollars, which she handed to me this morning. Unnecessary but appreciated

Piper, whispering to Hazel: Why'd you give him two dollars?

Hazel, whispering back : I thought he was homeless

[moodyseal]

TOApril Day 12 - Eyes That Glow Gold

I'll always be a fan of Apollo' eyes looking like Kronos' when he's upset. The father haunts the son who haunts the father and so on and so forth

[theamazingmaddyas]

To answer the questions in the tags: no, we have no idea how Apollo has children with mortal men.

However, in The Hidden Oracle Apollo is incredibily concerned and disturbed about Sally's pregnancy being at 7 months, which leads the reader to assume that, if he does get pregnant, he doesn't have the same gestational period that a human does, and could basically pop the kid out whenever.

That being said, Apollo's concern and confusion could be stemmed from his memory problems, though, personally, I find that to be a bit unbelievable as he remembers that he was with Darren, and subsequently had Kayla with him, within a few chapters.

Another thing to note is that we don't actually know that Apollo birthed Kayla, and Darren wasn't a trans man whom decided to give birth. Apollo gives absolutely zero details on Kayla's birth, nor his and Darren's relationship, besides that Kayla's alive. Who's to say that he didn't birth Will or Austin too—that either Naomi or Latricia were able to have children, whether because of health issues, being a trans-woman, or even just a crippling fear of pregnancy.

I will admit I have fallen down this rabbithole, living under the assumption that Apollo must've given birth to Kayla, because Darren's a man, and not Will and Austin, for Naomi and Latricia are women, but the truth is we don't know. All we do know is that the gods can have children through other means (ex: Athena giving birth through her head after forming an intellectual bond with someone, nothing inheritly sexual or romantic about that) and therefore Apollo having children magically is not out of the scope of possibilities.

I'm sorry I went on a tangent for a moment that no one probably asked for, but to reiterated; no, we don't know how Apollo births kids, the pregnancy wouldn't be the nine month gestation period of a human if he did have a typically pregnancy—probably a few days max, or at least not in the area the uterus would be.

They forgot he doesn’t have a ‘set’ physical form, and possibly regret asking about their childhoods

Alternate Title: Dad Lore

[somewhereincairparavel]

if you think I'm getting over the irony of jason waking up with amnesia and his last single word ended up being "REMEMBER" then you're fucking wrong :)

[mel-child-of]

{open starter} let me die

(TW for depression, suicide)

*Mel hasn't been good for a few weeks now, hell she was mostly in her monster form. As you go into the forest you saw Mel in her human form sitting on the edge of a cliff, you can see tears falling down her face. By the way she was sitting she was planning on falling off the cliff*

What do you do?

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[yikesy]

some more rrverse apollo as textposts maybe

[m00nbuggies]

"I saw Hyacinthus, his bronze shoulders and dark ringlets gleaming in the sunlight... 'Even you can't throw that far,' he teased.

'Watch me,' I said. I threw the discus, then stared in horror as a gust of wind made it veer, inexplicably, toward Hyacinthus' handsome face."

The Hidden Oracle, pg. 59

[wicked-by-nature--au]

Caught Red-Handed

The Impulsive youngling's genius idea of making a birthstone of his own... went very well for him.

Plus a little fanfic test draft ⬇️

Think of it as a beta chapter or something

Trying to get more comfortable with writing and stuff :D

Gunmar was once really close with him, but ever since Orlagk announced the creation of his birthstone, he became noticeably more somber, quieter, and almost... hurt? As he has been betrayed or something. And when Skarlagk hatched, he didn't quite receive any congratulations from the Skullcrusher, just silence and sulking.

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It has been a significant week. The birth of Orlagk's daughter was something the warlord had been waiting for decades. It was a happy and proud moment for him, but he couldn't help but ponder on how much more distant his young general had grown.

It was childish, yes, but it also made Orlagk worry about the youngling's mental state. Maybe he should talk to Gunmar, ask him what's wrong and if there's something he could do to help him.

...

And that's just what he's going to do-

•••

Once arriving outside of the young general's lair, he firmly knocks at the door. “Gunmar-” He called out but didn't hear an answer. “Are you in there, lad..?” He waited a bit before opening the door and peeking inside.

The room was fairly dark, but he could see the blue glimmer of Gunmar's engravings from the corner of the lair. Gunmar was sitting on the cold stone floor, hunched over with his hand clutching his left side. He was trembling slightly, which the older troll couldn't quite tell if it was from panic or frustration... perhaps both.

Orlagk furrowed his brows and stepped into the lair, closing the door behind him. “What are you doing? Why are you in there, boyo?” He asked with a firm but non-aggressive tone as he approached the younger troll curled up in the corner.

He knelt beside Gunmar and put his hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “Seriously, what's going on...?” He asked with a softer and more genuine tone this time, but his questions were soon answered as he studied the scene a bit more carefully-

He saw deep blue blood — blood coming from Gunmar's side, which the younger troll was currently clutching onto, a chisel in the same hand. Orlagk's eyes widen as the realization hits him. “NO YOU JUST NOT-” He exclaimed, briefly glancing at Gunmar's face, who was just staring into the nothingness, clearly a bit disoriented.

Orlagk then snatched the chisel from Gunmar and pulled his hand away from his wounded side to see how bad the damage was. And as he had feared, a relatively large chunk of his living stone had been partially carved off. It was still attached to him but could lead to budding, which would just cause more damage with infection and rotting of the surrounding living stone.

So with no other choice, the older troll reluctantly began to help with the botched chunk, carefully carving out the piece where it was still attached, muttering under his breath. “Why, why? Why on earth would you do such a thing? YOU IDIOT!”

Gunmar stayed quiet for a bit, feeling embarrassed for being caught, as well as feeling ashamed, he knew it was impulsive but also something he really wanted to do. “...I just felt the need to.... I want to be a parent...” He muttered quietly with a soft and tired voice.

“But do this such a big thing all alone?!” Orlagk growled, pissed off by the younger troll's foolish decision.

“...But so did you....” Gunmar replies quietly. And once hearing that, Orlagk paused and went silent. He then sighed deeply and continued carving the piece out, his voice now slightly calmer. “But you're still so young yourself... You have just barely left your teens-”

“I'm not a whelp anymore...” Gunmar muttered.

“I know, but I don't think you're mature enough-” Orlagk said as he finally got the chunk of Gunmar's living stone out, catching it onto his hand and offering it to the younger troll. “It's a big responsibility....”

Once Gunmar took the piece of his own flesh from him, Orlagk looked back at the young troll's side, seeing all the blood and the deep wound. He shook his head and put the chisel down before he took hold of his own loincloth and ripped a piece of the fabric.

“You seriously fucked-up with the carving process...” He said as he began to pat Gunmar's bleeding side with the piece of cloth to help with the bleeding and clean the mess a bit. “You carved a way too deep... and the piece wouldn't have needed to be that big either... Why didn't you ask for help, you idiot..?”

Gunmar winced slightly as Orlagk began to cleanse the wound, starting to feel lightheaded from the bleeding and the throbbing pain in his side. He closes his eyes and holds the carved piece of his flesh close to his chest.

Orlagk glanced at Gunmar and sighed. “You can be such a brilliant and cunning troll... but man, you somehow lack common sense and critical thinking at times.” He muttered, shaking his head. And soon, he was done with the wound, pulling the stained fabric away. “I would smack you if you weren't in this state...” Orlagk huffed, standing up from the floor. Gunmar lifted his gaze to watch what he was doing.

Orlagk walked up to the younger troll's nest and took one of the animal pelts, bringing it to the wounded comrade. He kneeled down to lay the pelt over Gunmar's shoulders. “You should rest now...” He said before he stood up again, turning towards the door to leave.

And before he exited, he looked over his shoulder. “And crawl into the bed once you can... I'll come to check on the wound tomorrow...” Orlagk muttered before walking out of the lair, leaving Gunmar alone.

Gunmar sighed, huddled into the soft fur pelt, feeling absolutely worn out. There were some regrets in mind, but he was satisfied... He could soon be someone meaningful again.

And before he could think more about these things, he passed out, falling down onto his face on the cold stone floor.

So... what did you think?

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This is my first time writing stuff like this, and I hope it was somewhat presentable.

Is there something I could do different to improve it?

- HuttuHarakka

[theknucl]

Nomura anyone?

[arisketchart]

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[im-an-apollogist]

Day 5 - Through the Snake's Lies

[the-young-helios-kid]

{open starter} a toddler?

*it was a normal day in camp half-blood and then you saw a 3 year old setting stuff on fire and laughing*

What do you do?

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[silly-soup-drinker]

Wait i just noticed Nero is standing directly beneath Pythons fangs! Thats such cool symbolism!!!

TOApril Day 5 - Through The Snake's Lies

I don't know if this actually fits the prompt but when I read it I thought about that scene where Python is all like "my lord" "monsieur" while Nero doesn't notice that he's lowkey mocking him and couldn't come up with anything else 💔