#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

[titanslayer]

Slams his hands on the kitchen counter. Realizes he’s not on the right end. Slides down a few feet and slams his hands down IN FRONT of Jason this time. “So now that bubbline is canon we’re gonna be Marshall and Gumball for Halloween, right?” How much caffeine has percy had? Don’t ask.

he doesn’t notice the first time, aware of nothing but his pen and paper.  there’s a shuffling noise, and then ... well, the second hand - slam sounded like it meant business.  jason looks up from his crossword puzzle, pen hovering over the page while he decides how severe a situation he is dealing with.  percy looks so serious, jason wonders if he’d thought about the school proposal for new athens from earlier and come up with more ideas. 

but percy opens his mouth, and — okay.

` that’d be cute, `  jason’s eyes narrow, inspecting, scanning closely.  something is off.  and it smells distinctly like one of those sugary energy drinks percy kept hidden from him in the bowels of the fridge.  ` it’s been canon a while, i guess, but — they let ‘em kiss on screen.  reyna was pretty excited about it.  oh!  that reminds me.  if you wanna be marshall n’ gum, we better hurry with those costumes.  reyna n’ annabeth were gonna be marcy and pb, and if they beat us to it, we’re gonna have to think of different costumes. `

[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

[zeusborn]

@graecvs / all dem verses sc / accepting

“ I think this is yours. ” The owl who sits on her hand is gently being fed toast from the girl in green, a fond, crooked smile on her features as she watches him eat. There’s a reluctance to hand him over, a hesitation in her arm that carries on feeding the creature as she speaks. “ It looks like he wanted me for something - maybe breakfast? He's either greedy, or hungry. Either way, I vote for letting him eat. ”

[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. 

[colourphone-blog]

closed starter for @graecvs 

      She came in the night like she so often did. It had been the night that she had crept upon Dionysus in a murder plot so many years ago, had been the night that she ripped Eileithyia from her home, had been the night that she carried out so many horrible deeds at the command of her superiors.

      He looked peaceful in his sleep, didn’t they all? 

     Hera knew of horrible things fore-coming. And Iris knew briefly of them too, for her sister Celaeno beat out dark prophecies as if she were hitting a drum. The mark of Athena burns through Rome, she croaked in her cruel voice, baaaaad luck. But knowing a prophecy didn’t mean she knew everything. Iris had no clue of the chaos to come, of her great-grandmother’s rising, of the giants, of the return of the youngest harpy after 2,000 years-- 

       All she knew was her job. She’d already taken one of the praetors from Camp Jupiter and displaced him with two other solo demigods she figured were hopefully reliable. What was left now was to take a demigod from Camp Half-Blood and drop him in California, where Lupa would find him. 

       Iris stood over Percy Jackson. She did not look like the usual bubblegum-sweet goddess that she could be; no, she was the Thaumantian, Hera’s sad but loyal handmaiden who would complete any quest. Nothing was too immoral. 

       “Wake up, little Greek,” She whispered, softly glowing in the dark. “It’s time for you to go change the world again.”

[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

[stygicniron]

❝ just in case i wasn’t a freak enough let’s add a tiara ❞

We Could be Royals – @graecvs

Nico eyed the other for a moment, mouth working in a thin line. There really wasn’t much consolidation to offer someone who just found out they were in line for the throne. Sure, people dreamed about such things, some even schemed to see it done, but Nico had yet to meet anyone in line for the throne that was happy about it, and it certainly never brought anyone a sense of security.

He shrugged a little bit. “You’re not a freak--I mean, if you are, then I am too,” he said. And if Percy was a freak, then Jason definitely was, but he wasn’t going to bring that up now. “Look, what matters is that you’ll be a good king. Freak or not, the people only care if you rule well--and you will.”

[wingedpenumbra-blog]

@graecvs 

      “Here we are. Here we are. Here we are.”

      Ella clambered into his lap, making her happy clucking noise-- a bit strange to anyone who’d never met the little bird girl, but an endearing sound to those who loved her. Ella proudly handed the demigod a dead rat, smeared and sticky with talon marks. 

      “Ella caught for Percy Jackson, she did! Yes, yessir, yessiree! She sure did.”

[titanslayer]

“What, is that a conspiracy theory?”

/ late nights.  ( not accepting! )

[stoiicist]

☉

one can’t lie when looking directly into someone’s eyes

“ octavian would like another word with you before dinner. and no, that’s not a good sign. he’s probably going to try to swindle your newly acquired preatorship from you. “

he’s waiting for them just outside the principia, fussy and weaselly as ever. reyna motions for percy to stay back, hoping to get a few carefully chosen words of warning in before anything starts. unfortunately, as she sizes up next to the auger, octavian is having none of it. the legacy pushes past her, eyes glaring into percy, but he doesn’t make it two strides towards him before they’re both met with a choked gasp and the sound of cloth ripping.

reyna catches percy’s eyes and she’s barely concealing a smirk. a subtle nod to the ground reveals her foot, momentarily digging into the edge of octavian’s toga before sliding off and sending the blonde boy tumbling forward. her eyebrows shoot up in feigned shock and she closes the gap between them, rejoining percy’s side as they both gaze down at fallen roman.

” you know, it’s sad when even a GREEK can wear a toga better than you. “