#annabethchildofwisdom

[exiledwitchboy-blog]

@annabethchildofwisdom

Alabaster groaned as he made his way down the sidewalk, messing with a blank card in his hands. He was exhausted but he needed to find a place to stay for the night, preferably with a shower. He rubbed his green eyes, just to bump into someone and fall backwards with a grunt. “Shit, sorry,” he apologized, quickly getting up and brushing off his jeans. “I didn’t see-” He froze, staring at the girl in front of him. Annabeth Chase, one of the saviors of Olympus. He paled and took a step back. 

[delightfullyswagnacho]

I'm still mad at Hera for wiping Percy's Memory..

[delightfullyswagnacho]

The ending page on The Last Olympian always hits me in the feels :/ ⚡️

[deluca-demigods]

"You look like you could use a hand," Annabeth smirked. She was better with a dagger, but a sword would work better with his combat training. "Mind if I show you a few things? ( For Nicky )

Nicky cocked his jaw to the side but nodded and straightened up. He wasn’t stubborn or sexist enough to say he needed help from a girl; especially a girl like Annabeth. He knew she was amazing fighter. 

“What do you suggest?”

[achaeanshero-blog]

@annabethchildofwisdom

Achilles looked up, hearing the sounds of footsteps approaching the gates of Elysium. The man next to him chuckled, smiling softly. “Come. We must welcome the new hero.” The blonde looked at his companion with a soft smile and stood with him.

“Welcome to Elysium, Afterlife of the Heroes.” They chorused.

[gemsofpluto]

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“Hey Annabeth.” Hazel grinned as she approached the blonde, “How are you?”

[olympianlegacies-blog]

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Luca wondered into his mother’s study, one of his favourite places to hang out, tucked away in the stacks of books or half curled on Annabeth’s lap while she designed some new wing for the library or a temple to be built on the outskirts of town. Today, however, he was on a mission. The eight year old clambered up onto the tall stool next to the drafting table, watching his mother with his wide, steel grey eyes, seemingly the only physical trait he’d gotten from her.

“Mom?”

[seaweedbrxin-blog]

@annabethchildofwisdom 🐬--"Hey, wise girl." Percy grins, sitting down beside her. "Ready to get your butt kicked in capture the flag?"