#graecvs

[brokenbow]

@graecvs (☼)

Apollo stared up at the roof of the Big House and sighed heavily. “I keep telling myself that gods are different than mortals, and that... what applies to me now isnt whats always going to. But... I’m starting to think my teenage mortal life is going to extend until the end of time.” 

He threw an arm over his eyes as if he could block out heavy thought like he could light.

[stygicniron]

translation of Nico’s summoning spell

[seafrightened-blog]

graecvs replied to your post: i see people just morgan, actually on my dash...

look at those shoujo legs tho

ninny is fully ready to kiss kiss fall in love u better bet she’d be a shoujo anime character

[stoiicist]

@graecvs

“ i’ll give you ten denarii if you just straight up DRINK a cap full of this hot sauce. “ she’s not usually the gambling type. the risk vs. reward is hardly ever worth it. but she’s bored and tired from the exhausting task of cleaning out her fridge, and this could be a fun way to finish off an almost expired bottle of hot sauce. she tosses is at percy raising an eyebrow expectantly. “—unless you think you can’t handle it. “

[mercuriusson-blog]

‘  it’s summer i got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party  ‘ (from the cootie)

/ hey do u think bacchus owned vine, bc. vines ?

      ` you’re gonna get sunburned so bad, `  he’s having a little trouble keeping his eyes where they should be, but, that’s a standard bobby problem when dakota is around in shorts.  his eyes drag up the legs, finally land on the hat, and bobby is stupidly endeared by the little stray curls poking out from under it’s brim, framing dakota’s face.  ` either that, or you’re gonna become th’ human freckle.  cute looks, i must say.  c’mere — gwen made me bring sunscreen. `

@vinewrought

[anthcs]

“Look, I don’t mean to be rude but this is not as easy as it looks, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me.”

@graecvs | ❝ As you wish! ❞ |  A C C E P T I N G !

Katie’s gloved fingers grab hold of the next rock on the climbing wall, briefly reflecting that this would be a lot safer with harnesses and carabiners. Then again, with the threats of lava spilling over, singing off more eyebrows and arm hairs than most campers can count, this isn’t exactly safe to begin with. Camp is supposed to be a safe haven from monsters, and it is, no matter what others say when sneering at Tyson or Ella.

Katie’s comfortable and casual flats have been switched to specific climbing boots, bought from the camp store, and changed into after she had finished her working shift. There was awhile before dinner and campfire, and she would hate to have to abandon baking something, so she figured tackling the challenge of the climbing wall would burn off some energy still thrumming through her. Her usual floral dress and skirts have been swapped for exercise shorts, thin exercise leggings to protect her against the rough texture of the wall, and an orange camp shirt proudly declares her loyalty. With her long hair twisted out of the way, out of her face, Katie suddenly cranes her neck to look and try to judge just how much further it is to the top. A low rumble from the wall warns climbers of impending danger.

“Hey! Percy!” she calls down to her friend, noticing that he is still at the lower middle part, as she continues upward. “Try grabbing the one to your…”

Katie then pauses, indecisive for a moment, as she tries to mentally discern left from right. She can’t. It wouldn’t do Percy or herself much good if she confused left with right or vice versa, and she really hates that this seems to be giving her as much difficulty as a mathematics problem. A part of her also notices that Percy seems to be struggling as well, but maybe it’s the shoes? Or type of gear he is using?

No. Focus. she chides herself, mentally, exhaling softly. She does, however, laugh at the sarcasm Percy offers. Focus.

“I’m just trying to tell you something important!” The wall trembles again, more violently this time. Katie is determined to reach the top, because she’s done it before, and she’s reasonably sure that she can do it again. “Head towards the rock that has the green paint on it! That should keep you out of the way of the lava!”

[lichfucker]

graecvs replied to your post: once again @ the person who’s 3 months deep in my...

Wtf are they even liking and rbing??? Tf??

I can’t even tell like. there isn’t even an obvious tag of mine they’re going through they’re just liking and/or reblogging every single post on my blog from the beginning of january

[grudgebegone-blog]

graecvs replied to your post: Alright saddle up kids were going for a ride as I...

percy supports him even though he’s a bit weirded out to be the subject of a kid’s hero worship tbh,, they’ve both made mistakes he’ll own that

nico juST. DONT SUPPORT ME. DONT LOOKS AT ME. DONT EVER BRING IT UP. 

[brokenbow]

graecvs replied to your post: ` you smell funny, ` well, not to a normal human....

IM WEEPIN G

jason is a good boy. Perhaps too good of a boy

[bhimenua-blog]

plotted demigod verse starter for @graecvs my love my one true angle <3

       If Percy Jackson had planned to be chased by a monster, which he probably hadn’t-- he certainly hadn’t planned on bumping into a very angry woman screaming and waving a broomstick about. 

       The manticore had started following him through the Adirondack Mountains, with its nasty mouth open and salivating to display slimy, sharp teeth. He’d run as a sort of holy-shit-ew-that’s-nasty but had stumbled upon a hermit-esque cabin on his way. The walls were was entwined with vines; it was surrounded by a luscious vegetable garden and simply seemed to breathe magic. The air practically hummed with a strange force, not particularly good or evil. 

       But the tiny woman that howlingly launched herself from the garden, barefoot and wearing a loose patchwork dress, seemed like a fairly terrifying being as of the moment. She hit the manticore on the head with her broom, screaming for it to fuck off from her carrots. The manticore whimpered, both at the sight of Riptide in Percy’s hands and this dirty gardener’s wooden broomstick. 

       “Git! Git-- My carrots, ya son of a bitch!” She screeched in a thick Cockney accent. The second the manticore turned its tail, she spun towards Percy, holding the broom in the same threatening position. 

      “State your name and your business here, little Greek! We’ll not have you bringing monsters around, not at all!”

[pigwitch]

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Lou glanced from her craft to Percy’s. She’d heard the sea god’s son had plenty of talents, but she’d assumed the rumor that basket weaving was one of those talents was just that. A rumor. But darn, his looked really good while her hands were clumsy in her fingerless gloves, making her weaving loose and sloppy.

“Hey, how’d ya get yours all nice like that?”

[grudgebegone-blog]

graecvs replied to your post: Little Nico things: Lowkey, much like Hazel, Nico...

1940s etiquette nico is a good damn aesthetic

antique nico. antico

anTICO IM CRY. thats his new name. im renaming him. 

[colourphone-blog]

graecvs a réagi à votre billet: internet friendship culture is @graecvs and i...

Excuse u I mailed you a SATURNALIA present, vive la guerre de noël,

last night, my friend was like “wasnt christmas originally a pagan holiday?? cant believe emilia invented christmas. thanks emilia”

[wingedpenumbra-blog]

graecvs a réagi à votre billet: wow i sure love it when,, people make light of my...

drapes myself on u gently… i’ll fight your family

its not my family its just a lot of the ppl at my university cause it’s a christian university n a lot of them have never met a pagan before. much less a pagan with pink/blue hair and a lot of tattoos and only wearing pastel colors and

[titanslayer]

@graecvs replied to your post: 

Percy vc: we’re only the same age for a month and a half THEN YOU ARE A BABY AGAIN

its a shame that eleven month head start didn’t come with a few more inches huh, tiny

[stoiicist]

graecvs replied to your post:

percy: remembers something when he wakes up and texts/calls reyna reyna: i will fly cross-country to murder you for waking me up this early

reyna answering percy’s phone call at 4am: u have survived a great many things in your life, my friend, but i swear to gods if you call me in the middle of the night one more time u will not survive me