#commodus pjo

[lordamaranthus]

Listen, man. He’s had a long day.

Sequel to this

[bugwolfsstuff]

Leeluke paralleling Copollo

Something something father and sons, something something watching your lover becoming something horrible and the only way to stop it is to kill them (only Luke 'killed' Lee first)

[somesharkguy111]

"You're sure this is what modern warriors drink when they go into battle?" "Absolutely."

your honor, they're silly. they grew on me. like a rash.

[riordanverse-ship-polls]

Copollo / Apollodus (Apollo x Commodus)

I love this ship / OTP

I like this ship

I feel neutral towards this ship

I dislike this ship

I very much dislike this ship / nOTP

Voting ended onSep 29, 2024

[daisy-mooon]

Blindfold

Whumptober Day 18: Blindfold

This is sooo late sorry gang :)

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The Germani regarded Apollo as if he was no more than scum, staring very obviously at his features and very clearly feeling the desire to smash his skull in. He sighed, deproved of skull smashing, and looked too his companion. "Do you have the blindfold?"

Apollo had been told that he was supposed to be paraded into Commodus' throne room as a testament to his humiliating capture so when he heard the word blindfold, he was unfortunately unable to stop the squeak of surprise that ripped out of his throat. Both of the Germani laughed at him.

-and then the one with the blindfold was hooking a particularly harsh and violent arm around his neck, pinning his head into immobility as a heavy, dark something was dragged over his face, obscuring his sight-

Oh, the cruelty. They weren't using a simple, dark piece of fabric to blindfold him. They were using one of the strapped, leather blindfolds that were for animals. Apollo snapped his head backwards and managed to score the Germani in the ribs, but his sight was already obscured and the only thing he succeeded in doing was convincing the blindfold to be strapped on about ten times more tightly than it needed too.

…oh gods. There was no way that he could be expected too walk into a room with Commodus whilst blindfolded - there was no way that was going to end well-

And as a fun bonus, he thought to himself panickedly as he heard the door open and the Germani grabbed him by the arms to shove him through, his hands were tied! Yipee!

The room was chillingly silent, and it was all Apollo could do to not shiver despite the decently warm air. Commodus had obviously hooked up with affordable heating if his guess to the size of his lair was anywhere near as large as it was. The British would do well to take notes from him. But this room in particular made him feel strange, an odd, clammy lukewarm that seemed to stab into his skin-

Ah. That wasn't the room. That was him! Silly Apollo.

"And who do we have here?" A voice said, snapping him out of his thoughts. It was llaced with pure delight.

Well, fuck me, Apollo cursed internally as he recognised Commodus. He had to be about… what? Ten feet away? Ten metres away? He wasn't good at measurements. Not too close though, he has to guess (thank the gods).

"Apollo, Princeps." The Germani sounded bored. They'd probably been expecting him to put up a better fight, but in his defence, he was tired. "He was attempting to retrieve the griffins with a sorceress."

"Did you capture the sorceress as well?"

"...no, princeps."

"Did the griffins escape?"

"...yes princeps."

"Really? That's such a shame." His voice sounded bored, but Apollo could sense the beginnings of his rage. "I suppose I'll have to make do with what I have."

What he had. Right. That referred to him. Commodus had him. That was bad, he reminded himself.

He could feel beads of sweat begin to build on his forehead, and twitched minisculely as he heard footsteps. Did Commodus have a throne, or had he been standing up? Who was he kidding, of course Commodus had a throne. He was Commodus.

The footsteps inched closer and closer. It echoed around the room - if Apollo had to guess, the floor was made of marble. He may have been bad at measurements, but over 4000 years of experience of being the god of music meant that he was very attuned to the sounds around him. He had to guess that he was about an arm length away from him - conveniently within strangling distance! Yipee!

"Now, Apollo." His voice suggested that it was closer than he thought it would be. "You've been been such a nuisance too the Triumvirate these past few weeks… did you think you could get away with it?"

The Germani tightened his hold on his arm. Apollo very stiffly and very reluctantly bit out a word. "Maybe."

Commodus laughed. The sound was loud and intoxicating, but he didn't feel like drinking. "Maybe? Oh, Apollo, you are so funny."

On any other day, he would have been very pleased with a pretty man recognising his comedic value. Alas, in his preferred day, the pretty man would not be his murderous ex boyfriend and would not be saying that too him whilst he was contemplating how to murder him.

He opted not to say anything, and instead focused on him, because he was a big believer of self care. The ropes around his wrists hurt, but it was nothing he hadn't experienced before. The blindfold around his head also hurt, he couldn't claim he was very used to that, but he supposed it was intentional. Anything else? Oh yeah, he was sweating, and probably would have collapsed had the Germani not been holding him up. He was… what was the mortal phrase? Not doing too hot.

"Guards?" Apollo forced himself not to startle a the sound of his voice. Gods, he was awfully loud. "What do you propose we do with our pet god here?"

The Germani didn't respond right away - perhaps taking a moment to think the question through. The one holding his right arm spoke first. "Kill him."

Ah yes. Murder. That was very within the Germani style.

"Hmm… I want something a little more… exciting, you know?" His tone was threaded with something he decided to ignore.

"You could let me go." Apollo attempted. "It would be funny-"

A warm hand wrapped over his mouth and he startled, attempting to struggle away. He couldn't move away. The Germani had his arms in a chokehold, and the only thing that he could do was to stand there and hope that Commodus didn't fly into one of his murderous rages. Which, he had to say, had a very likely chance of happening.

"Now, Apollo," his voice thinned ever so slightly. "Why would I let you go?"

Now, there were a thousand things that he could say, but there was the rather obvious problem of his hand still covering his mouth. A singular finger entwined itself in his hair and began to stroke.

"Should we let Apollo here keep the blindfold on during our rehearsal?" No, thank you!

"I think it would make him die faster."

"Oh no, we can't have him dying." Commodus sighed. He took it to mean that he currently had no plans to kill him which… didn't really make the situation better, because, well, it was Commodus. "That would be awful."

His hand remained sealed over his mouth.

Apollo had tried to hush Meg in a similiar manner before, but whenever he tried she always licked him or bit his hand. Apollo did not feel like licking Commodus' hand, his pride hadn't fallen that far, and he was so not biting him. He had a feeling he might get stabbed just a little bit. So he instead counted to five in his head, and slowly tried to exhale in a way that wasn't weird or noticeable.

Slowly, the fingers peeled off and he gritted his teeth in the attempt to not whimper. Commodus continued to talk to the guard like he wasn't there- no, he was very aware he was there. He talked to the guard with the knowledge that Apollo couldn't fight back. "I'll be generous. Take the blindfold off him before the rehearsal begins."

"And for now?" The Germani grunted. The action shook him a little and he grimaced. Something that was no doubt very visible to Commodus.

Something touched his chin and he jerked backwards, breath hitching. Commodus let out a peal of laughter - the type that left him with reddened cheeks and glinting eyes that were oh so pretty to look at. It returned, and he realised, with less panic, that it was just his finger stroking his chin.

"You are delightful to watch in a blindfold." He cooed. Apollo decided to ignore what that meant. "Marcus-"

"Sir, my name is-"

"-keep Apollo in the blindfold until the rehearsal."

Gods, he was very, very tempted to scream. Probably the only reason he didn't was because Commodus would probably enjoy it. How had it only been, like, three hours ago when he'd been happily annoying Calypso in that stupid Indianapolis zoo?

Calypso probably wouldn't stand to be put in a blindfold… but then again had Calypso been here Commodus probably would have just stabbed her or something. Apollo cursed. Why was he the only one or his friends that Commodus didn't want to kill? That was so unfair.

Abruptly, the guards started to yank him away.

[bharatanatyampercy]

pjo as cursed things said in my american history class

percy: wait, so all these 'historical fiction' novels we read about are just fanfictions on the revolutionary war?

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annabeth: *pointing to guy on american history textbook* I want him. he looks so hot.

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leo: 'land of the free' more like land of the fanfiction.

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frank: edmund burke.. my god that is the ugliest man i have ever seen.

hazel: wait let me look it up.. he had a WIFE?? HOW DOES SOMEONE LIKE THAT GET A WIFE??

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apollo: i want to touch his long hard thing...

commodus: it's a gun. they're talking about a gun. it's not what you think it is

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meg: guys, paul revere is kinda hot if you know what I mean...

[overanalyzer]

favorite pjo antagonist based on (your headcanon of their) vibes alone (note: not how compelling they were in canon)

Kronos

Gaia

Kymopelia

Octavian

Drew Tanaka

Khione

Luke Castellan

the triumvirate (putting them in one group to allow for more options)

Medea

Nyx

Voting ended onJan 31, 2023

Since my last poll went over well. And I might as well use my power of polls for chaos.

[citrusreadstoa]

Reading The Dark Prophecy: Chapter 29 (SPOILERS)

I got a glimpse of the "You villain!" and "Ssssstand assssside! . . . I will ssssswallow him whole!" on the next page and immediately thought they were talking about Apollo. My bad. It was Lityerses. Coulda been either of them at this point, though.

"'I thought you--' His welding visor fell shut, making the rest of his sentence unintelligible." Lmao

"You have to wonder about your chances in combat when even your dead friends are worried about dying." Oh yeah, I forgot Brieanna's already dead. And even he thinks they should flee? Yeesh, things are not looking up. Eh, they'll be fine.

"But I hear much talk about us and them." Jamie! We're about to die! I think we can spare a little "us and them" talk.

"Hunter Kowalski brandished her screwdriver. 'Not likely.'" Death by screwdriver.

"Commodus won't leave this net alive." I hope he doesn't die in this book. Shouldn't the final battle in the final book have all three Triumvirate members there? I know it's called The Tower of Nero, but everyone should be there, right?

"They have ìgboyà." Yoruba for courage/bravery. "I would have to purchase some ìgboyà as soon as possible." Yeah, Apollo does need a little ìgboyà to strengthen his bones.

"the Hunters of Artemis had to clean the cow pens" Maybe Emmie and Jo are still salty about having to leave the Hunters.

"brothers named Deacon and Stan" I'm sorry, Stan? Ok. "IV drips of nectar." First of all. Do we know their godly parents? Second of all. I didn't know you could inject nectar directly into your blood. Isn't that supposed to be food? I don't see anyone ingesting soup via bloodstream.

"a few dozen mortal mercenaries, about the same number of demigods from the Imperial Household, a few hundred assorted cynocephali and other monsters, plus the usual hordes of blemmyae" *toaster oven dings* How many Hunters do we have?

"Leo, stop." Let him cope, Calypso! Y'all're about to die. Let him let off some steam, both figuratively and maybe literally.

"Also I should mention the giant bronze dragon in the corner" Oh, yeah. So maybe things aren't as bleak as they seem.

"what about your magic? Has it returned?" "This morning, I moved a coffee cup across the counter." clap clap clap

"I would have made popcorn and watched the bloodbath from a distance on Mount Olympus, or simply caught the highlight reel later." I wonder if that was supposed to sound as demented as it did. "But as Lester I felt obliged to defend these people" Is it because he's Lester or because he's seeing this stuff happen firsthand and in the middle of the fray? If it's because he's Lester, then once he regains his powers, will he no longer feel these things?

"not-so-little Georgina" I reiterate: are we sure she's not half Germani? Apollo could've gotten with a Germani person and had a kid. 'Cause Georgina's giant.

"bounce it off his nonexistent head." As a ghost, do you not have all your body parts if you died without them? Like, you'd think that he'd have his head reattached once he became a spirit, but no. Maybe only if they're in the Underworld. But he'd at least, like, carry his head around or keep it in his inventory or something, no? Guess not.

"Was it payback?" I hadn't even considered that. I highly doubt it. Apollo's type of payback is much more obvious than that. *eyes Halcyon Green*