#demigodsocs

[praetoravila]

you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.

[partiallypearl]

and i’ll dream each night of every version of you - or the friend group jason had before he went missing.

[seaweedhufflepuffocs]

Carita Grace like her little sister Shelby, was adopted by Jason and Piper Grace. Also like her she was very close to one of the Jackson sisters, her and Celia were inseparable. Then Carita got a place at a prodigious boarding school which meant that she would only be able to see her best friend in the summer. This was unfortunate timing as their friendship had just turned into a relationship, they decided to just stick to being friends.

Jump to the summer before they go off to college, Celia and her thought they would try again because there was no denying there feelings they had for each other. Carita thought she would be happy and have a final relaxing time at camp. This was very wrong as Percy and Annabeth Jackson are said to have died and her girlfriend is going on a deadly quest with her siblings. The best Carita can do for her? Help her break into Percy office at camp and find evidence they were alive and where they had to go, after all they couldn't ask the Oracle of Delphi, asRachel Green had been dead for years.

[praetoravila]

Eleanor “Ellie” Haynes is used to being underestimated because of who her mom is.

After all, who expects Aphrodite - the goddess of love, to have a super smart daughter who can enjoy makeup and science. According to the misogynistic pricks at CHB, no one does. But Ellie is more than her looks, she’s smart too, Triple Nine Society level smart. When the 7 leave for their quest to Greece and Italy, Ellie stays behind at Camp, helping Clarisse deal with the war and keeping the Romans from invading. All of a sudden, everyone is looking at Ellie for the answers, and for the first time in her life, she doesn’t have them. 

@witchofinterest @thenoteonthepolaroidpicture @freshlybakedfandoms @purecommemasolitude @nolanhollogay @kbeescreams @richitozier

[praetoravila]

and the violence, caused such silence

i had feelings about clarisse and ellie. this is me attempting to write about them. title is from zombie by the cranberries. tw for mentions of canonical character death, as well as the words bitch, fuck and cunt - as in an insult being used. grief is also explored - particularly in the last scene which explicitly happens during/after a funeral. if this in any way may make you uncomfortable, please don’t read and do not feel obligated to reblog! tagging people i believe may be interested: @nolanhollogay @witchofinterest @thenoteonthepolaroidpicture @richitozier

the first time ellie noticed clarisse, it was when her older sister silena had mentioned something about the daughter of ares.

clarisse was scary to say the least. in all truthfulness, she wasn’t all that intimidating, not once you saw her every day. but she had this drive to her, this passion that could make you wonder how far she would go.

ellie wondered if maybe she would ever be that passionate. if maybe that’s what she needed for people to take her seriously. silena would have shaken her head and told her heart was perfect the way it was, and so was the rest of her. ellie resented her sister for that.

&

the next time she noticed clarisse was after the labyrinth. everyone knew what had happened. clarisse had gone into it and essentially come out a different person. someone more paranoid, more worried and more importantly, more quiet. usually she never gave up the chance to tease annabeth or fight with the stoll brothers, but the labyrinth - and saving chris had changed her.

sometimes it scared ellie. the way clarisse herself used to scare her. the quiet was unusual. it was uncomfortable and everyone knew it. even percy. she had seen them talking once. just clarisse and percy on the front steps of the big house, sitting across from each other, the toes of their sneakers touching.

annabeth had been jealous until silena had given her a harsh look. ellie wasn’t sure if she liked annabeth or not, but she knew one thing. whatever had happened in the labyrinth, it had brought percy and clarisse closer together, and percy and annabeth further apart.

&

the next time she noticed something about clarisse was right before the battle of manhattan. the girl was stubborn - piggishly so, but ellie had never thought the girl was stupid.

clarisse was smart. anyone who knew her, knew that. she wasn’t an athena kid obviously, but she was notorious for knowing everything about war - the major battles, the plans, the vocabulary. all of it.

why she would defer out of the war over something as stupid as a chariot was beyond ellie but she knew something else about clarisse. the daughter of ares would never admit it, but she cared about people and most importantly, she cared about percy.

so with the little strength she could muster, ellie found herself standing outside the ares cabin. she knocked on the door and waited three seconds.

“clarisse?” she called. no answer. “i know you’re in there.”

again, nothing. if ellie was smarter, she would have given up. but just as clarisse was stubborn, so was ellie.

“fine.” she grumbled, crossing her arms over chest plate. “we need you. there i said it. we need our fiercest warriors, and you know damn well you are one. i don’t care if you are mad at the apollo cabin, i don’t care if you hate me. but we need you, percy needs you. he might die today clarisse. do you want his blood on your hands?”

the door swung open. clarisse poked her head out. “eat shit twerp.” ellie rolled her eyes. “guess the big bad war god’s daughter isn’t worth shit.” she responded.

clarisse’s dark brown eyes met ellie’s hazel ones. ellie raised an eyebrow. before she could say anything else, chris rodriguez came bounding up the steps of the ares cabin. he looked sheepish as he smiled at ellie. clarisse opened the door further. ellie could see several of her brothers either rolling their eyes or smirking.

“hi.” chris said. “you gonna let me in?” ellie huffed, her ponytail swinging. “yeah clarisse? you gonna let him in?”

the unsaid question of, are you going to back out, rang through the air. clarisse glared at both of them. she turned on her shoulder and spoke to one of her brothers. “get my spear alex. i’ve gotta kick some titans ass.”

chris raised an eyebrow and clarisse rolled her eyes before grabbing his face and kissing him, long and hard. her chapstick left a slight pink tint to his lips - chapstick ellie knew she had stolen from silena during one of their many sleepovers.

“we gotta go rodriguez.” she said and chris nodded, kissing her again before placing a hand on her shoulder. “i’m on your side.” he said and clarisse nodded. “i’m on yours.”

ellie sucked in a breath. clarisse looked at her. “let’s go haynes.”

ellie nodded numbly. this was it. she was actually entering war now.

&

silena’s funeral had been a somber affair. there had been no eulogy, no fanfare. just a burial shroud burned, and the aphrodite cabin - what was left of it mourning together as drew lead the prayer. clarisse and percy were there as well, and everyone was wearing black. ellie had worn silena’s favourite yellow sundress over a black turtleneck. she did her hair in two pigtails, just the way silena did.

drew had helped her, but drew wasn’t silena. drew hadn’t been the one to hug her when she cried, or been the only one other than the athena kids to willingly listen to ellie explain whatever new physics fact she learned.

drew was cold. drew was a bitch. drew had thrown away silena’s sundress and told ellie she looked stupid wearing it to “a fucking goddamn funeral.”

drew was mourning just like ellie.

it made ellie wonder if this is how it would be forever. drew and the rest of their siblings resenting her for being the sister to survive, resenting each other.

when the prayer ended, ellie choked back tears. clarisse made her way through the crowd. “hey twerp.” she said, her voice gravelly, like she was also holding back tears.

ellie looked at her. clarisse’s eyeshadow and eyeliner were smudged. she still had several cuts on her face from the battle, as well as a black eye that she had attempted to cover up - shittily.

silena had been the one to teach clarisse about makeup ellie thought numbly. “your mascara is running.” she said out loud. clarisse looked at her for a second before chuckling. the chuckle became a giggle and the giggle became a laugh. a full blown belly laugh like someone had said something funny.

it was insane. they were at her older sister’s funeral and clarisse was laughing. but there was something so absurd about it all, about clarisse wearing makeup, about ellie wearing her dead older sister’s dress and drew being such a cunt that ellie couldn’t help but laugh as well.

and once she began she couldn’t stop. and once she finished laughing, she was sobbing, openly and harshly.

because what the fuck. her older sister was dead. silena was dead and she wasn’t coming back and maybe ellie was a certified genius but she was also a little girl.

she was 14 years old and all she wanted was her big sister.

she fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face, and before she knew it, clarisse had her arms around her. “it’ll be okay ells.” she said. “you’ll be okay. we’ll be okay.”

she said it repeatedly, like she was trying to believe it as well. and for the first time in nearly three years, ellie thought of the first time clarisse had intrigued her.

how the older girl had seemed so scary at the time. she wondered what previous ellie would think of all this. it hurt to think about.

but the hurt was also something else she realized as she buried her face in clarisse’s shoulder. it was passion, passion for her sister, for healing and love. love for her family, for her camp.

love and grief. the weirdest fucking combination. but hey, maybe there was something to it.

[praetoravila]

looking there across the room

exploring the ellie and drew relationship. hope y’all enjoy! @nolanhollogay @witchofinterest @witheringsims @richitozier

“who is he?” ellie asks as drew rolls her eyes. they’re sitting on the steps of the big house, watching as two boys and a girl walk into camp, annabeth leading them. drew flips her hair over her shoulders.

“some hephaestus kid. don’t know his name. blondie on the other hand is jason apparently. guess his mortal parent never heard of a bad omen.” ellie looks at her sister before shrugging. drew isn’t wrong, not technically but it’s still something she should be saying in her head, not out loud.

the girl, glances over in their direction, which makes both boys look over as well. the shorter of the two, the one who had caught ellie’s attention in the first place sends a soft smile. ellie smiles back before drew pinches her side.

“stop that. remember, unless he’s your conquest, no flirting.” ellie rolls her eyes in response. “i think purposely breaking someone’s heart is a dick move drew.”

“and i think betraying your family is a dick move but silena didn’t seem to care about either of those huh?” they both go silent and ellie shakes her head before picking at an old scab.

sometimes, she wishes they could go back to last summer, back to when the world wasn’t about to end, and when drew was actually a pretty okay big sister. unfortunately she can’t.

[partiallypearl]

“Daughter of Apollo or not, I think I could be useful on this quest. C’mon, gimme a chance?” 

[partiallypearl]

“Daughter of Apollo or not, I think I could be useful on this quest. C’mon, gimme a chance?” 

“You aren’t gonna stop asking until I say yes huh?” 

“Yup!”