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yknow i basically learnt to draw just to draw Nico (Solangelo didn't exist back then)

#【 THE SON OF HADES: image. #【 WILL.

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               BALANCE   WAS   DIFFICULT   TO   ACHIEVE.   HE   WAS   LEARNING   THAT   TOTAL   balance   was   never   always   a   good   thing.   Sometimes   it   would   be   worse   than   tipping   it   just   a   little.   Besides,   he   didn’t   want   to   have   another   accident   like   he   did   with   his   eye,   or   where   he   joined   the   wrong   side   to   something.   Ethan   was   thankful   for   this   second   chance   at   camp.   

               A   SMALL   LAUGH   SLIPPED   THROUGH   HIS   LIPS,   “   YOU   MEAN   THOSE   Chinese   Handcuffs?   ”   he   always   hated   those   when   he   was   younger.   Maybe   because   he   was   one   that   got   his   fingers   stuck   all   the   time,   and   never   fully   understood   how   to   get   them   out   until   he   was   here   at   camp,   “   But,   yes,   something   like   that.   ”

               SHOULDERS   SHRUGGED.   MOST   OF   THE   TIME   HE   COULD   COME   UP   with   something   to   appease   people’s   revenge.   Which   meant   his   headaches   would   listen—   like   it   was   doing   now,   “   Sometimes   I   have   good   ideas,   ”   he   grinned,   “   Now,   come   on.   Let’s   get   one   set   up.   ”

That's why she liked him. He's one of the few people to care. About the scales being balanced. Things never tipping too far one way or another.

(Though certainly, Ethan was right about that, too. Not everything needed to be perfect. Not everything needed to be balanced, necessarily. But then again, not everything could be as is, left unchecked, unbalanced. It was a tricky tightrope to walk.)

She ran a hand through her hair, nodding her head. "Like one of those---what do you call it again? Those little puzzle tubes. You put one finger in one end and your other finger in the other end and then it locks up?"

Elle could do that. Traps and tricks. Tricks and traps. That's how most stories went, did they not? "Why, mister Nakamura, I daresay we're speaking the same language here. A trap it is. A trap it must be."

#nosestealer #【 THE SON OF NEMESIS: ic.

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me: is smol

me: (ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง

#【 THE SON OF HADES: musing. #【 THE DAUGHTER OF APOLLO: musing. #【 THE DAUGHTER OF APHRODITE: musing.

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Mary Oliver, from "Of Love", Red Bird

#【 THE DAUGHTER OF APHRODITE: musing.

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               NICO   WAITED   AT   THE   SHORE,   NONCHALANT   WITH   ONE   HAND   IN   his   bomber   jacket.   His   head   was   tilted,   wild   black   hair   spilled   out   like   curtains.   His   pale   face   seemed   to   illuminate   against   the   reddish   tint   of   The   Underworld—   he   almost   resembled   the   dead   that   surrounded   him.   Nico   didn’t   mind.   He   preferred   the   dead   over   the   living.   It   was   something   he   found   comforting   because   they   didn’t   judge   like   the   living   did.   

               STILL,   THERE   HAD   BEEN   PEOPLE   TRYING   TO   KNOW   HIM.   IF   they   could   make   an   effort   so   could   he.   Besides,   a   certain   son   of   Apollo   had   caught   his   eye.   Ever   since   then,   a   warmth   filled   Nico,   and   he   wanted   to   save   it   for   all   he   was   worth.   

            HOWEVER,   HE   MADE   SURE   TO   COME   DOWN   AND   VISIT   THE   dead.   Especially   when   some   of   them   were   like   family   to   him—   much   like   Charon,   “   It’s   good   to   see   you   too,   ”   he   chuckled,   pulling   out   one   his   hands   to   reveal   a   coin.   He   flicked   it   towards   the   older   being,   “   I   wanted   to   come   see   you.   Care   to   have   some   lunch?   ”   a   brow   arched   as   his   other   hand   held   up   a   McDonald’s   bag.  

    THE   ICHOR   OF   THE   STYX   RIVER   FLOWS   DEEP   WITHIN   TARTARUS’   HEART.    charon,    tongueless   with   the   thirst   of   hell,    places   a   weighty   obol   into   the   empty   eye   socket   of   a   poor   soul   awaiting   their   journey   across   hades’   domain.       over   carapaces   of   broken   rock   and   molten   terrain   the   dead   claw   their   way   out   of   the   river,    the   wind   salty   and   full   of   acidic   peat;    dominating   the   sticky   heat   and   the   perpetual   feeling   of   LAND   ON   FIRE.

❛Had a feeling I would find you all alone out here.❜

    〝    HAAAHHHHH   …   〞   moans   charon.    smoke   billows   purple   betwixt   hollow   cheekbones   as   he   breathes   a   reply   to @ohlympns,   the   son   of   hades   ━━━    SOMETHING   QUESTIONING.    to   be   alone   was   for   naught;    the   dead   always   come   back.    the   unruliest   of   them   attempt   to   climb   into   his   skiff   without   pay,    only   to   be   shucked   out   into   the   styx   by   the   broad   side   of   an   oar   and   a   BONE   -   CHILLING   SHRIEK   from   its   psychopomp   wielder.    ash   rot   hair   slips   down   the   front   of   his   robe   akin   to   a   gorgon’s   snake   locks   as   he   steps   onto   searing   land.

    〝    HHHRRHHH   …   NNNRRHH   …   !    〞

#stygxian #【 THE SON OF HADES: ic. #{ i'm so in love with them already } #{ please uwu }

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son of mars

#【 THE SON OF MARS: image.

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*pulls up to mcdonalds drive thru* hey…..it’s me again

#【 THE SON OF HADES: musing.

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               HER   WORDS   EASED   HIS   MIND   WHICH   MADE   HIS   SHOULDERS   RELAX.   Castor   was   safe.   He   was   resting.   A   small   breath   was   exhaled   through   his   nose,   “   That’s…   that’s   good.   ”   Pollux   had   been   so   lost   since   his   brother’s   death.   He   was   used   to   his   presence   at   his   side,   and   now   when   he   walked   around   camp   it’s   just   so…   empty.   He   didn’t   realize   how   dependent   they   were   on   each   other.

               VIOLET   EYES   LOOKED   DOWN   AT   THE   GROUND   A   MINUTE,   “   WERE   you   on   your   way   to   The   Big   House?   ”   The   blond’s   voice   was   a   little   distant,   still   a   bit   lost,   “   I   was   headed   there   myself.   I   don’t   think   my   dad   is   there   if   you   were…   looking   for   him.   But,   I’m   sure   he   won’t   be   gone   long   since   you   know   he’s   dealing   out   a   punishment.   ”

               POLLUX   STRAIGHTENED   HIMSELF.   THE   SUN   ON   HIS   FACE   SEEPED   INTO   his   skin,   warming   his   soul,   “   Sorry   for,   uh…   bombarding   you   with   questions,   ”   he   turned   toward   the   direction   of   The   Big   House,   “   I   just   am,   um,   still   getting   used   to   him   gone,   ”   he   crossed   his   arms,   “   But,   yeah,   I   think   there   is   some   fresh   strawberries   picked   this   morning   in   there,   and   my   dad’s   favorite   types   of   fruit   juices   we   could   raid.   ”   a   tiny   smile   crept   at   the   edges   of   his   lips.  

peace is a rare thing for her to find, always had been, and for whatever unknown reason camp half-blood's grounds, among a few other places, usually granted her an easier segue way to finding a brief moment of respite. she'd been fond of this part of the world before the camp had existed and after it had remained a sanctuary of sorts.

she had been in the area for work and decided to wander the grounds of the camp for awhile. she'd walked along the shoreline and while she didn't care for the brightness of the sun above she could appreciate the beauty of the water. then she walked through the cabins, only slightly annoyed that her father was continually forgotten, on her way to the big house. her intention had been to lovingly bother check in on Dionysus but all those plans go out the window once she sees Pollux.

she doesn't blame him for worrying, there have been very few times that she has been met with anything less than worry, fear, and anger even as the goddess of blessed death. death is misunderstood and she very rarely holds that against those who don't view things as she does. she can see his concern before he even speaks and she would be lying if she said it doesn't tug at her heartstrings.

" nothing happened, everything is fine. your brother is resting. " she tucks her hands in her pockets and shrugs a little sheepishly, she hadn't bothered to think what her presence here would immediately mean to someone who had lost someone so recently. " i needed some time to be alone with my thoughts. this is one place i can do so. "

#seraphicdeath #【 THE SON OF DIONYSUS: ic. #{ I’m glad it sounded okay!! } #{ I’m already so emotional}

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Strawberries tree in ITALY

#【 THE SON OF DIONYSUS: aesthetics.

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               IT   WAS   CLEAR   THE   BOY   WAS   HIDING   SOMETHING.   CHIRON   DIDN’T   know   what,   and   for   right   now   it   didn’t   need   to   be   his   problem.   He   was   just   glad   that   the   boy   was   here   at   camp.   He   was   excellent   in   his   fighting   abilities,   and   he   could   definitely   teach   the   other   campers   that   trick   with   the   shadows.   Or   could   come   in   handy   one   day.   But,   he   wouldn’t   pressure   the   boy   with   so   much   responsibility.

               HE   WALKED   AT   A   SLOW   PACE   SO   THAT   PERCY   COULD   keep   up.   Chiron   knew   when   he   got   lost   in   thought   he   tended   to   almost   gallop,   “   Play…   pirates?   ”   his   head   tilted,   a   brow   arching.   An   interesting   thing,   really.   What   kind   of   aunt   taught   fighting,   and   how   to   follow   shadows?   Chiron   was   only   getting   more   curious   about   who   the   boy’s   aunt   was.   Someone   like   that   should   definitely   help   the   campers.   The   centaur   was   an   excellent   teacher,   but   he   knew   he   lacked   in   some   areas—   sword   fighting   wasn't   his   favorite.

               CHIRON   HUMMED   AS   HE   CROSSED   HIS   ARMS   OVER   HIS   CHEST,   “   Your   favorite,   huh?   Well,   it   does   seem   that   way.   You   have   a   nice   skill   set,   and   that   only   helps   you   in   the   now.   However,   my   boy,   you   can   look   up   from   the   shadows   once   and   awhile.   ”

"My Auntie and I used to play pirates a lot," Percy explained that easily enough. That's all she was to him. Auntie Em was their refuge, when Smelly Gabe became too much. They'd spend spring breaks with her, the long weekends, or even just a trip out to avoid his anger after a bad poker game. And that was all they called it, at first, back when he was too little. Auntie Em was the best pirate, and wanted him to learn how to be one, too, playing with wooden sticks, graduating to the fire poker.

Then he learned why he shouldn't look up. Why Auntie Em was so passionate about being sisters with his mom. Why she was so good with the sword - because she had thousands of years of practice, either just from observing the heroes or joining in... and winning, more often than not, with one stony glare.

She taught him how to see the shadows, to understand their angle to know where someone stood, how far away they were, how the light travelled and made shadows bigger when they were closer to the light source. Auntie Em, quite simply, was awesome.

Like Hades was Percy going to let anything happen to her and give Chiron a clue. "Pirates was my favorite game."

#txkethefall #【 THE SON OF KRONOS: ic.

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Lord Ares ⚔️

I actually had a lot of fun with this one :)

//print

#【 THE DAUGHTER OF ARES: aesthetics.

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ClassicsTober Day 5: Chiron

Everyone you raised.

#【 THE SON OF KRONOS: image.

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ghost boi

#【 THE SON OF HADES: image.

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She hugged Percy tighter and kissed him. ‘Tell me about New Rome’, she demanded. 'What were your plans for us?’

'New Rome…For us…?’

'Yeah, Seaweed Brain. You said we could have a future there! Tell me!’

not sure what I was trying to achieve with this, but I actually drawn this scene a while ago, back to the first days I’ve read the book and I always wanted to finished it, heh. Improved it a little since then, but tadaaa!:3

#【 THE DAUGHTER OF ATHENA: image. #【 PERCY.

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                  HE   WATCHED   THE   YOUTH   FOR   A   WHILE,   SADNESS   CREPT   IN   his   aged   eyes.   He   always   had   a   dark   pit   of   his   fears   and   anguish   for   the   young   heroes   that   risked   their   lives.   They   were   always   far   too   young   to   have   their   lives   taken,   or   to   experience   such   pain.   However,   wasn’t   the   camp   here   to   help   them   survive?   Yes,   that   shouldn’t   have   to   be,   but   it   was.   Better   to   have   two   safe   camps   for   demigods   than   to   have   no   place   to   go.   Chiron   always   liked   the   idea   of   retirement,   but   could   he?   Could   he   knowing   more   children   will   be   out   there?   Perhaps,   he   should   continue   this   hard   path   for   the   ones   that   have   fallen.   

               SEEING   THE   WAY   HE   CURLED   INTO   HIMSELF   MADE   CHIRON'S   HEART   shatter.   No   matter   how   many   times   he   has   seen   this   display,   it   will   always   tug   on   him,   “   Dear   boy,   please,   ”   he   wheeled   near   the   edge   of   the   bed,   his   fake   knees   touching   the   mattress,   “   I   will   do   no   such   thing.   If   you   wish   to   stay   then   I   shall   have   things   prepared.   You   can   bunk   with   the   Apollo   children   for   now.   Or,   if   you’d   rather,   I   can   arrange   a   room   for   you   in   The   Big   House.   ”

He didn't know what the look on Chiron's face was, but it didn't seem good. Maybe Tanner had actually angered him somehow this time. Except his voice was so soft, so gentle-knowing in some way. For the life of him the demigod couldn't remember anything about the centaur, why he was immortal, who his parents were. "I never even got to meet him." That was probably for the best. He'd be a terrible brother.

Tanner awkwardly set the glass on the bed beside him. Trying to put it on the floor was likely to end in him falling off or hurting something. But everything still hurt he was just too tired to try reaching down. "I never-the...none of it's right, but one is better than the other." He coughed on the last word, turning hastily to shove face into pillow until he could breathe again. Ribs stuttered in his work to hold back more choking. "Please." It was mumbled more into fabric as he forced himself to roll back over. "Stay. Don't-don't send m' back."

#ximerose #【 THE SON OF KRONOS: ic.

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               IT   WAS   A   POINTLESS   QUESTION   SEEING   THAT   HE   ALREADY   knew   it.   It   was   late—   or   early,   depending   how   someone   wanted   to   view   it,   and   she   was   here   with   him.   She   should   be   resting.      He   guessed   he   wasn’t   helping   the   problem   any.   Or,   perhaps,   he   was.   Chiron   didn’t   know.   He   had   lived   many   lifetimes,   and   had   seen   many   things.   Sometimes   it   all   started   to   mold   together.   

               THE   CENTAUR   SIGHED   THROUGH   HIS   NOSE,   EYES   DARTING   TO   THE   ground,   “   You   can   be   a   horrible   liar,   dear   girl.   No   matter.   I’m   just   glad   you   came   to   me   this   time.   You   do   know   you   can   come   to   me   at   any   time,   don’t   you?   ”

Annabeth could concede that was fair, if she had an idea to save Luke she could go to Chiron, that was all she could do right now.

She couldn't look Chiron in the eye when he asked if she'd been sleeping lately.

"... I'm fine."

#godsspawn #【 THE SON OF KRONOS: ic.

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            NICO   PLAYED   WITH   THE   INSIDE   OF   HIS   JACKET   POCKETS,   EYES   fell   to   the   floor   below   them.   It   wasn’t   that   he   was   timid,   but   mostly   uncertain.   There   seemed   to   be   no   tricks,   just   pure   curiosity,   “   I…   I   guess   so.   ”   he   leaned   back   in   his   seat,   straightening.   He   could   answer   a   few   questions,   right?

            Wrong.

               WHAT   DID   HE   LIKE   TO   DO   FOR   FUN?   THERE   USED   to   be   an   answer   for   that.   Now   after   everything   that   happened…   there   was   no   joy   in   it,   “   I   like   to,   uh,   visit   graveyards.   It’s   quiet.   I   like   to   say   hello   to   the   dead   that   have   been   gone   for   a   while.   ”

"That I very much doubt." Persephone knew that this wouldn't be easy, if her own stepmother was anything to go off of for centuries she'd watched Hera torment her demigod stepchildren, the godly stepchildren were barely tolerated. She was willing to try to have a better relationship with Nico, for all their sakes.

"Why don't you tell me about what you like to do for fun?" That was as good a place to start as any.

"And then you can ask me questions, how does that sound?"

#bringsspring #【 THE SON OF HADES: ic.