#bitbraver

[godulv]

bitbraver started following you

Despite having a real place he could call home and be safe in years and a pack to command, there were times when the woods called to him, whispered to him about how much he missed being the lone wolf, the quiet of the forest at dawn when everyone else was still asleep. But this morning, it seemed, he wasn’t the only early bird among the trees, his attention drawn to the sound of a bipedal creature moving through the underbrush, too faint for a normal human to hear.

“Hello?”

[h-eadphxnes]

accent :^// u won’t

4/10!

[cldschool-blog]

✖✖✖✖✖ !!!!!

HOW AM I DOING WITH MIKEY ??

ahhhhhhhh !!!!!!!!!! i’m ??? cryin g ????? thank you so much omg !! i was so nervous about him, but i’m glad you like him ????

[successfullybedazzledmyfac-blog1]

♠ bruv

Send me a ♠ to have my muse talk about their parents.

“I’m actually super lucky --! I have three parents --! My dad, and my mom - they live in California. We grew up there, y’know, and they taught us.. almost everything we know. Dad , like us, like all Pines -- he can’t cook for shit. But he’s enthusiastic, ‘n creative, ‘n curious. Mom is. A wizard in the kitchen. She’s a badass , too-- a real smart acheologist -- guess dad likes smart women--

--- cause my biological mom. She’s Athena. Goddess of wisdom, war-- whole bunch of other stuff, too. She’s the stuff of legends. Literally --! I’ve... never met her, uh, but I’m sure she’s as awesome as the legends say. Y’know, no matter whether a parent is Godly or mortal - you still try your best to make ‘em proud--”

[pharmakeus]

❛ great, well do you have any suggestions? ❜

“Atlantis: The Lost Empire” Sentence Starters 

“Well, that depends; do you want to confront the monster, or evade it?” Adrian whispered, so as to not arouse the monster’s attention. “Perhaps one of us can distract it, while the other attacks from behind?” He suggested.

[setsfirearchive]

                     ❛            i’m not lost, just... wandering.       ❜         /      @bitbraver    LIKED.

[successfullybedazzledmyfac-blog1]

👫 bruv ..

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

1. Bc Mabel never felt like she fit in with the other Athena kids, she hung out with the Satyrs and Dryads a lot - Grover became one of her best friends really quickly.

2. The second they established their friendship, Mabel presented him with a sweater (with the symbol of Pan on it, of course). Although Grover never really had a need for it, he still wears the thing because if makes her so happy. 

3. She wingwomaned... the h e c k outta grover with Juniper. Forreals, she was there for the entire thing, giving every piece of advice that she had. She even made a twelve step plan, at one point. 

4. Always, always, always insisted Grover is on their capture the flag team. This used to result in catastrophic faliure, but- well, Mabel picked up weaponary pretty quickly (especially swordswomanship) and became a pretty formidable opponent. 

[graecvs]

❛ sorry, i...didn’t really get the chance to wrap it or anything. ❜ holey stone pendant is reluctantly and quietly offered up, and, honestly, grover was already regretting it. ❛ it’s for, uh, good luck and, y’know, protection. because we both know you need it. ❜

   Percy’s used to some measure of anxiety in Grover’s voice whenever the satyr may speak, but the sheepishness now catches him off-guard. What’s he apologiz- oh. Oh, oh no, he got Percy something, he didn’t have to do that. Percy looks up, catching Grover’s eyes with a warm smile and giving the satyr’s arm a bump with his knuckles. 

   “Hey, dude. You didn’t have to do anything, you know that-” he starts, already starting to get a little awkward, but then Grover presses the trinket into his hand. It’s simple, less ostentatious than a necklace full of camp beads, even, but Percy’s been around nature spirits and creative types long enough to know when something has been crafted with care. A lot of it. Far be it from Percy to gauge whether an artifact possesses any real magic, but he’s getting caught up on the sentiment of it.

   “...Aw, Grover.” Gods, Percy almost wishes Grover’d gotten him a gag gift. He’s suddenly acutely aware of exactly how old he is, how many years he’s managed to survive with his best friend by his side, or just within reach, but always ready to make himself available when he could. Always watching Percy’s back. His smile is a little wobbly as Percy slips the cord over his head, then wraps his arms around the satyr in what could only be called a bear hug. Even after all this time, Grover’s still looking out for him. 

   “Thank you,” he says, a little sheepish now himself. At least when he’s squeezing Grover he doesn’t have to worry about whatever weird thing his face must be doing. “I love it.”