#apollo mention

[aa-ash3r]

Messing around with ideas, plans... Characters... Ema, safe from my evil.plans and the evil aus like murderpollo and scarlet noise klavier...? Nah. But i dont have enough attention on my ema blog to pull up the au... Yet.

[rockgodklav]

i duplicated ur bf muehehehe

@my-horns-think-im-tall

“..Herr Forehead???”

[mysticaiwitchery]

I wanted to make a post about a time a Goddess reached out to me via a dream because I just saw a post about that happening to someone.

So it was about 2-3 weeks ago and we had the flu so we were sleeping… like a lot. Three days into the flu I had a dream where I got a text that went something like this:

“Hey please stop talking about burning furbies, you’re freaking Loki out.”

For the furbies part it was a reference to a Matt Rose video (that we hadn’t even watched yet) that had the thumbnail of a furby in a blender if anyone’s wondering.

As for the Loki part I realized a hot minute later that “Hey he was just being used as a way to help this goddess connect to us” cause she was here for a hot second and then I haven’t really seen them since.

Apollo had just been chilling there so when we woke up I asked him “Hey who was that??” And it was Freyja, apparently. Somehow I have not done research on her yet lol.

[authorgirl1111]

“‘One night,  when this boy’s mother wasn’t watching, he sneaked out of their cave and stole some cattle that belonged to Apollo.’ “‘Did he get blasted to tiny pieces?’ I asked “‘Hmm…. no. actually, everything turned out quite well. To make up for his theft, the boy gave Apollo an instrument he’d invented-a lyre. Apollo was so enchanted with the music that he forgot all about being angry’” (Riordan, 102)

(Riordan, Percy Jackson Sea of Darkness 102 )

ANOTHER APOLLO MENTION! THIS TIME AN ACTUAL STORY! WOO! 

[bumble-heginnings]

Jasico: Never Said I'd Lie and Wait Forever

This was requested by skyekg who wanted "sleepy Nico with Jason pecking him on the cheek and getting busted" and for someone on fanfiction.net. If you'd like to read it there, click here. Otherwise, enjoy and leave a prompt request if you'd like!

It was raining at Camp Half-Blood.

Despite the magical protection Mr. D put over the camp from the elements, it was turning out to be a very dry summer, and the strawberry crops were not doing as well as they usually were. It happened sometimes; even with the plants going crazy under Mr. D's care, and sometimes outside measures had to be taken. But it was only allowed to rain at night anyways.

It calmed Jason, truthfully, to hear the rain patter down on the roof of Cabin 1, the occasional far off roll of thunder helping Jason drift off to sleep. The sound of rain had always calmed him down, and he felt closer to his father when the heavens opened up.

When a sharp knock came at Jason's door, Jason was almost sure he had imagined it. Who would be out so late at night anyways (it was pushing midnight, Jason had gone to bed later than usual) and in this weather? Deeming that whatever it was must be important, Jason got out of the sleeping bag in the far corner of Cabin 1 and went to open the door.

What greeted him was the sight of Nico di Angelo, soaked to the bone and covered not only in water but in blood. His own too, by the looks of the dark red stains on the smaller boy's abdomen and the even paler-than-usual pallor the boy had to him.

"Jay—"

Nico was leaning heavily on the door jamb. Snapping to his senses, Jason picked up the son of Hades, throwing his legs over one arm and supporting his back with the other, shielding the boy from elements with his own body and started towards the infirmary.

"Jay—" Nico started to say again, now clutching to Jason's now soaked t-shirt very tightly. "Shh,"Jason said, "It's ok, it's gonna be ok. Just rest right now. We'll have you back together in no time.

Jason made sure that one hand was keeping pressure on the blood stain welling up on the son of Hades' side. Dammit, he should've grabbed some bandages or another t-shirt or something…

The infirmary was one of the few places at Camp Half-Blood that was manned 24/7. It was a warm structure, lit by stringed lights and a fire at the far side. The outside was made of treated canvas that was surprisingly sturdy against the wind and the rain. Jason was able to kick open the door with one foot and make his way inside.

Sitting at the desk in the corner was a son of Apollo, Jason recalled his name being Austin or something of the same. "Jason?" Austin said, quickly rounding the desk. He looked like all children of Apollo; blond, blue-eyed, lean, well-tempered more or less.

"Nico's been hurt." Jason said, laying the boy in his arms on one of the infirmary beds, "I don't know how or why but he seems to—"

"Have lost a lot of blood." Austin finished. He immediately sat down next to Nico and took a knife from one of his pockets, cutting Nico's soaked t-shirt away from the wound, which Jason could now clearly see as a claw mark stretching from underneath Nico's pectoral's to his right hip. Austin whistled under his breath. As soon as the son of Apollo went to try and adjust Nico on the bed, Nico gave a little moan of pain.

"All right then, Jason," Austin said, "You'll find suture stuff and rubbing alcohol in the bottom right cabinet, I need you to grab that for me. After we stich him up, he's going to need a blood transfusion if it's as bad as it looks. Do you know what blood type he is?"

Jason shook his head. "No, I…but I'm type O, I can give some if I need to, right?"

"Yeah, perfect."

The two blonds worked diligently for the next hour and a half, sewing Nico up and trying to take care of the boy's growing fever by getting him out of the soaked clothes. "All this damn rain," Austin muttered at about 1 o'clock, "He picked a hell of a day to get himself hurt."

Jason knew Nico probably injured himself on one of those missions for his dad, where Nico would disappear for a few days at a time and show up again at Camp only to sleep for three days and have food shoved down his throat by the nearest Argo II member. Gods, did he get worried for Nico. The kid had so much on his plate already, and to have nowhere safe to go…

But Nico had to think Jason was safe, right? After all, Jason had been the one with the injured demigod on his doorstep an hour and a half earlier.

It was too much to think about, right now, as he watched the blood he had given earlier drip back into Nico's veins. Some of Nico's color had come back, and Austin had him on a saline drip too, to rehydrate him. Most of Nico's middle was bandages (he'd needed, all together, 42 stiches) so Austin had also given Nico a shot of morphine for the pain. Altogether, Jason knew Nico was in capable hands of the Apollo healer, but leaving his friend now seemed unbearable.

He sat at the edge of Nico's bed, holding Nico's small hand tightly in his own, stroking the boy's black hair which had had to be tied back earlier that night. He bent over Nico's body long enough to press a kiss to the half-Italian's forehead and cheek. "You can't scare me like that again, Nico. Never again." Jason whispered.

"I'll try." Came a dry whisper from above Jason's bent-over form. Jason quickly looked up to see Nico looking back out him drowsily, with hazy eyes (from the morphine no doubt, and the pure exhaustion) and the smallest of smirks on his face. "Busted, Grace."

Jason smiled, but pressed another kiss to Nico's forehead. "I can live with that. How do you feel?"

"Like death." Nico said.

"More than usual?"

"Shut up," there was a lengthy pause, "stay?"

"Was planning on it."

Sometime during the night, Austin removed now the empty jar of blood and the rig to hold it from where Jason and Nico were. He was sure though, to not disturb Jason and Nico's clasped hands while he did so.