Hello Bitches

Names Frankie, though you probably already knew that. King of cabin 11. If you see any pretty girls, you know where to send 'em {Mount Olympus RP}

[hawaiian-demi-god-kailani-blog]

“Aloha...”

“My schedule says I’m suppose to be at arts and crafts…. but I am helplessly lost. Could you point me in the right direction please?”

[ffffrankiestclair]

“Yeah sure. You turn left at the stables and then there’s the kitchen and you make a right and...” Frankie paused for a moment considering “You know what,  I’ll just walk you there, it’s on my way.” He waved his hand dismissively. 

“It’s confusing around here. I got lost my first day too.” He smiled as they started walking. “My names Frankie, by the way, in case you we’re wondering who this cute guy walking you around was.” 

[demi-god-glass]

“È davvero che io non so italiano è andato lo sento” You honestly think I don’t know Italian went I hear it. She spoke slightly insulted “Ho parlato italiano da quando ho imparato la mia prima parola.” I’ve been speaking Italian since I learned my first word. “Ho fatto ricerche sulle divinità greche quando sono arrivato qui al campo.” I did research on the Greek Gods when I got here to camp. “Hermes è Omnilingual, nel senso che può parlare qualsiasi lingua. Con un solo tocco si può imparare una lingua, Potreste aver ereditato questo dono.” Hermes is Omnilingual, meaning he can speak any language. With one touch he can learn a language, You may have inherited that gift. 

“Trust me when I say you were speaking Italian” 

[ffffrankiestclair]

“I didn’t mean it like that...it’s just hard to wrap your head around.” Frankie bit the inside of his cheek. “This is english now right?” He waved his hand “Never mind that doesn’t matter really I guess because I can uderstand you and you get me so.... Omnilingual? So I like touched you and picked up Italian?” Frankie’s head cocked again as he tried to understand. “I mean ‘cause if that’s what it is that’s really freakin cool!” 

[the-fierce-clarisse]

Clarisse felt a small source of satisfaction as she witnessed Frankie pause  momentarily, it was just for a second, but it was what she had wanted. She saw his fists slowly clench into fists with rage. “Do I look like I’m kidding, am I acting like I’m kidding?” She hissed back, knowing that she was being irrational, but still feeling like she needed to be around. “This arena may be big enough for us on any other day, but not today. So get the fuck out. Yes, I am throwing knives at you, at least it’s just knives.” When Frankie stopped a swords length away from her, Clarisse drew her swords, keeping him at length. “It would be best if you just left,” she said through gritted teeth.

[ffffrankiestclair]

 The sword draw at his stomach made his arms fall down at his sides, the right clutching tightly around the hilt of his own sword. He wouldn’t go there. He wouldn’t stoop to brandishing arms at a friend. More so he wouldn’t cross swords with a pregnant woman. She made him want to though. He found himself repeating the same thing, “What the hell? Are you serious?” Frankie bit his tongue trying to find civil words. “Put the sword down.” He seethed through gritted teeth. “Put it down and if you can give me a legit reason I’ll go.” His free hand clenched, this whole trying to keep your temper under control thing was harder than he thought. “But don’t ever point your sword at me like that again.” The last syllables hissed in the air dripping with the venom he was trying very very hard to hold down in the pit of his stomach. “We’re friends.” 

[sherrybombs-blog]

“Okay, sounds good, but let’s hurry. Dionysus should still be at the strawberry field right now, and if we’re quick, we’ll be gone before he even gets back.”

[ffffrankiestclair]

The two made their way down the stairs and in their haste neither thought to turn on a light. The wine cellar seemed to go on forever, rows and rows of bottles on shelves extending before them. There was no way this was an actual basement. There must’ve been some freaky deaky godly physics working down here. Frankie’s eyes struggled to adjust to the dim damn near non existent light. “Come on!” He whispered back to Emmett in the dark. “We’ll get the glowing ones, they were fucking awesome last time!” 

[demi-god-glass]

“Stai parlando italiano, in questo momento.” You’re speaking Italian, right now. she said biting her thumbnail “Ascoltate la tua voce” Listen to your voice. “Fidati di me sei. So che la mia lingua madre.” Trust me you are. I know my native language.

[ffffrankiestclair]

Frankie paused for a second, trying to focus first on her voice. It was English. The sounds coming out of her mouth sounded no different than anything he was used to. “Okay?” That sounded the same. Frankie tried again focusing on the words. “Questo è l'inglese.”This is English. His eyebrows furrowed as she shook her head. “Questo è italiano ?” This is Italian? Frankie watched her nod. “What the fuccckk?” He groaned “I’m so confused.” Again this was in Italian too, according to the girl in front of him. ”È questo come un super potere ? Io non sono in materia di droga sono io ?” IS this like some freaky deaky power? I’m not on drugs am I? For a moment he considered it might be a spell, but that didn’t make any sense It happened after she’d touched his hand though. He brushed the thought aside, moving forward trying to determine which one of them was actually going nuts here. “Okay you say something in English so we can see if it sounds the same.” Frankie suggested, in what sounded like English to him, but at this point he really had no idea.  

[frecklesandstitches-deactivated]

Bromeo, oh Bromeo I love you.. No homeo

Every Bro Ever (via frecklesandstitches)

[ffffrankiestclair]

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Sleep Head Canon: Frankie is for sure a tummy sleeper who MUST, I repeat MUST,  sleep in the nude or he cannot sleep at all. Thankfully for his siblings he sleeps in blankets to cover up the nudity, but during summer time all bets are off. Often times he forgets that he’s butt ass naked and just up and starts walking around the cabin before he puts on his boxers (which he keeps a pair by his pillow so he can just hop in em before he gets out of bed) 

Quirks Head Canon: Frankie’s tee shirts must be folded in a particular way and placed in the drawer in a specific manner or else he has to refold and replace all of them in the drawer. He’s used to all of his things needing to fit in a suitcase or two. Old habits die hard, and now though he’s got plenty of room, everything needs to be small enough to “fit”and alphabetized so that he doesn’t have to dig through to find what he wants. Most people don’t know that though, because they don’t watch him pick out his clothes. 

Hobbies Head Canon: Believe it or not, Frankie can actually play the trumpet. His mom used to listen to Louis Armstrong and 5 year old Frankie thought the trumpet was the coolest sounding thing around. So his mother bought him a trumpet to learn to play and since he had way to much free time, he actually was pretty good by the time he hit 8 or 9. Now he doesn’t play as often because I mean who wants to hook up with the guy who plays the trumpet? 

Random Head Canon: Frankie secretly likes really fruity girly drinks. Of course he likes his hard liquor, handles it well, and drinks an excess of it…but when know one’s looking you can bet your buns he’s got a strawberry daiquiri in his hands.  

[rocketcandycouture]

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[the-fierce-clarisse]

“Don’t you ever call me sweetheart again!” Clarisse sneered at Frankie, grabbing another knife and throwing it at his heal, knicking the heel of his shoe. “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass still.” Clarisse knew the knife had not hurt or punctured Frankie’s skin, and she had not meant it to, just get his attention.

[ffffrankiestclair]

Frankie stopped dead in his tracks. The hair on his arms prickled up with goosebumps. With out even turning around he knew she’d thrown her knife at him. And for a second he didn’t react. For a brief moment he stayed still. That’s what she’d wanted though, to scare him. Well message received. His hands balled into fists. She’d thrown a knife AT him. Granted, it was at his feet. But still. Francisco St. Clair was not pleased. “Are you fucking serious right now?” He hissed turning around to face her. His feet we’re moving back toward her before he could tell himself to stay put. “You’re fucking nuts. The arena is big enough for the two of us and you’re throwing fucking knives at me?” He stopped a sword’s length away from her, holding his arms up exasperatedly, “WHAT THE FUCK?” 

[demi-god-glass]

“Sì, sarebbe male.” Yes it would be bad she said cocking her head “Anche se, sarebbe stato bello se mi hai detto che parlava italiano.” Although, it would have been nice if you told me you spoke Italian. “Avrebbe fatto questa conversazione tranquilla molto più facile per me” It would have made this conversation quiet a lot easier for me

[ffffrankiestclair]

Frankie couldn’t help but look Glass like she was crazy. “Cosa? Io non parlo Italiano” What? I don’t speak Italian. He rubbed the back of his neck confused, “Voglio dire , io parlo un po 'di spagnolo” I mean I speak a little Spanish. 

[demi-god-glass]

“Yes the explains the accent” she said with a small laugh “I usually explain my powers like this” she said before gently taking his right hand, holding the back of it in her palm “this is yours, or anybody else’s emotions: it is more open and can hold more, more fear, sadness, anger, shock, jealousy… They do not boil over the edge” she then flipped his hand over where his palm was resting in her own and his finger tips hung over the side of her hand “now this is my emotions: they are at a constant risk of boiling over and creating a mess. I cannot have people throw me a surprise party, because the shock and surprise with make a chaotic mess with my magic. I cannot have a nightmare, because all the fear will short out electrical wiring or cause a fire. Any large abundance of any emotion for me will cause my magic to just slip over the edge” she said dropping his hand “so yes I can show emotion but I cannot show as much as you”

[ffffrankiestclair]

Frankie listened intently as she turned his hand over against her’s.He pursed his lips as she spoke taking it all in. Frankie was a very feeling type of person. His heart was on his sleeve and to imagine that someone physically wasn’t able to be that way was sad to him. Something felt very strange though, he couldn’t quite put his finger on what exactly it was though. His head almost felt fuzzy? His limbs almost tingled. Frankie didn’t pay much mind though. It was probably lack of sleep or post hang over grogginess. “Oh.” His head cocked to the side, “Immagino che abbia un senso” I guess that makes sense. Frankie paused for a second, his voice almost sounding strange to his ears. He was probably just tired, at least that’s what he was going to keep telling himself. “Lei non vorrebbe alcuna magia accidentale” You wouldn’t want any accidental magic “Sarebbe male” That’d be bad. Frankie smiled swinging his hands by his sides. 

[guccier]

[sherrybombs-blog]

“Yes, because I’m going to get us both in shit. No, dude, all I’m saying is you better not fuck up.”

[ffffrankiestclair]

“When have I ever fucked something like this up, bro?” 

“Never. That’s when. Dad’s the god of thieves remember? We’ll get in, get out and then we can head to that day-ger in the city.” 

[lostxjia]

“I don’t know why but Chiron wants to see you”

[ffffrankiestclair]

Frankie groaned exasperatedly, tossing his head back allowing the sound to drag out of the back of his throat. “The exploding toilet paper thing wasn’t even me though, it was Travis!” He complained. “I swear to god if I’m in trouble again...Was he like mad? Did he say anything?” 

[ethanofdemeter]

[laughs a bit] Well I do have a lot of fruit and vegetables freshly grown if you’d like any!

[ffffrankiestclair]

I might just take you up on that. I told myself I was going to start eating healthier and never got around to actually fulfilling 2009′s new year resolution.

[worth-a-thousand-words]

“Yea, forgive me, I’m not in much a ‘welcome back’ kinda mood….”

[ffffrankiestclair]

“Fair enough.” Frankie nodded sympathetically. “You uh, good man? You seem a little off.” 

[luca-sonofthemoon]

“I walked into the shower with my socks on this morning. I didn’t notice until halfway through. That says it all, really.”

[ffffrankiestclair]

I dropped my xiphos on my foot and almost sliced off my toe because I was staring at the Aphrodite girls walking down to the lake. So. I feel you.