#sofia-not-sophie

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12 for the fic writer asks

12. Do you write in order, jump around the draft, or a mix? Something else?

I tend to write in order. sometimes, like in the case of teen idle, i'll write a scene that's really in my head but for the most part it's all in order.

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[bonzai-bunny]

11 and 18 for the fic ask game

11. Do you bookmark fic? Publicly/privatly/both?

yes! and to both, privately and publicly

18. What makes you back out of a fic immediately?

honestly, just bad grammar/simple grammar mistakes like the changing of tenses or if it just doesn't flow too well.

fanfic reader ask meme!

[therattleofyourkeys]

For the book asks: What was your favorite book that has been out for a while, but you just now read?

sorry i forgot about these asks fhjdkshk

11. What was your favorite book that has been out for a while, but you just now read?

can i say the iliad lmao? i mean that's been out for a while, right?

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[therattleofyourkeys]

For the pjo asks: 20. Coolest scene?

20. coolest scene?

ooooh this was hard but i think when lester killed commodus with just his voice. THAT WAS BADASS.

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8. What program do you write your WIP in?

I am basic and just use MSWord! Although in this particular case I also have a map with lots of annotations in my trusty art programme, SAI2, because how else was I going to keep track of who's going where and doing what?

36 WIP Questions

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🫐 a line from a published work that you’re proud of, but no one’s mentioned yet - or if you can’t think of one, an underrated line in general

"And eventually, they fell into each other, too; fell into the warm rising and falling curves of each other, fell into hands around waists and arms pillowing heads, fell into the sweetness of kisses along wrists and cheeks and ears and shoulders and necks." from i know you two like the palm of my hand (it's its own kind of burning brand) because i am proud of myself for being poetic at sokeefitz cuddles :))

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The Winter Solstice

A/N: For @sierice [written by @sofia-not-sophie] and the prompt “Apollo’s relationship with the olympians.” I’m not sure how well this fills the prompt, but I’ve been sick and I haven’t written for a while so I’m glad to be back at it. I do think it’s an interesting slice of life type snippet with the Olympians though. Word count: 1057 Summary: A lot has changed since the last Winter Solstice council meeting Apollo attended. Most of that change being him.

“But he looks so cute like that.” Aphrodite whispered across the room, as if she had forgotten that Apollo could hear her.

“Well it’s unprofessional.” Dionysus huffed, “His punishment’s over. He should go back to looking normal, it’s only respectful to those of us still being punished.”

“Don’t you choose to look like that?” She asked.

Apollo rolled his eyes and went back to tuning his lyre. He was mortal sized and looked like Lester, which let him have the space to tuck his legs up and lounge on his throne. Lester’s skin had become more comfortable for him, at least when he was at either camp or was alone since become in a god again.

He was only wearing it in the throne room that day becasue whatever seasonal affective disorder sun gods get was at its worst. Luckily the part of him driving the sun could go curl up in bed after his shortest shift of the year listening to the new music his kids got him hooked onto the week before.

The rest of him was stuck at the meeting.

Dionysus was just putting on his usual stink, not that his little brother’s comments didn’t sting a little. Aphrodite’s cute comment was the best he would get in this form. She was pissed at him anyways because he hadn’t dated anyone in almost six months.

“Ignore him, you know D has been sober too long.” Artemis appeared, also human sized, across from him on the arm of his throne.

“You know I love you Artemis, but please get off my throne, you’re gonna stink it up with all your moon cooties.” He could feel her energy seeping into it and brushing up against his own in an uncomfortable way. He probably could have been nicer about it, but he was already feeling off from the solstice.

She hopped off the arm and went to her fifteen foot size. “Cooties aren’t real, brother.”

“I’m the god of medicine I could make them real.”

“That’d be fun, I’d definitely get more hunters that way.” She walked across the aisle to her throne and sat down.

Apollo strummed a chord on his lyre, the highest string was the tinniest bit sharp, the kind of thing Apollo was sure only he could hear, but it still bugged him. In the past he would usually tune with a wave of his hand, but ever since he had to painstakingly tune his ukulele every day as a mortal, he found comfort in the practice.

Hades stalked past followed by Demeter, they were arguing, as usual, “And you even cheated on her! She doesn’t deserved to be stuck down there with the likes of you and that son of yours.”

“Don’t talk about my son that way! And besides Persephone has grown quite fond of him, she’s planning a surprise birthday dinner for him next month.”

Demeter scowled.

“Nico’s actually a pretty nice kid Demeter.” Apollo said. Hades looked shocked, and a bit relieved.

“See even the sun and healing god, who am I most antithetical to likes my son.” Hades smirked and headed to his temporary seat.

“Oh. Apollo I didn’t see you there. Why are you mortal sized?” Demeter looked at him.

“More room in the chair.” Apollo shrugged, “And you shouldn’t pass judgement on demigod’s you’ve hardly even seen, let alone met. Although, I guess that would apply to your kids too. Meg’s still waiting on thirteen years of birthday presents.”

“Her birthday is not until next week. I planned on paying her a visit then, since it is not my busy season.” She frowned, as though she was considering going to harass Hades more, and then turned back to her throne.

Demeter had become much more wary of him since he returned, for good reason. He knew Meg probably wouldn’t talk to her even if she made an effort, but Meg also wanted to meet her. Apollo made a mental note to be with Meg on the whole day of her birthday, just in case he needed to tell Demeter to go home.

Apollo made an adjustment on his lyre and the chord rang out perfectly as he strummed it. He looked around the room to get a sense of when the meeting would start. Athena was calmly knitting, Artemis counting her arrows for what was probably the thousandth time, and Aphrodite was now sulking in her throne.

Apparently it was one of those years where both Hephaestus and Ares weren’t speaking to her since they looked like they were getting on better than normal. Ares was standing by Hephaestus’ throne and they were talking about something. Probably the world’s next new weapon of mass destruction, as if the mortals or demigods needed more of those.

Dionysus and Hermes were playing catch down at their end of the throne room. Only two years ago Apollo would have been a part of that game. The ball was almost the size of his current torso.

He could join the game, it wasn’t one of his bad routines as a god. The game helped him out of his darkest-day-of-the-year-induced slump. It had actually been a good way of bonding with his brothers. It was the twenty minutes of the year that at least a small part of Hermes wasn’t focused on messages in some way. The twenty minutes of the year Dionysus didn’t seem irritated with his punishment.

Sometimes they even got Artemis to join and she enjoyed showing off her trick shots.

A wave of air that smelled like rotting fish wafted over. If Poseidon had arrived, that meant Zeus’ fashionably late arrival, with Hera on his heels was soon.

Apollo should probably look more meeting presentable than a mortal sized teenager on a god sized throne.  He sighed and willed himself to be fifteen feet tall and to look like what the others expected Apollo to look like.

Dionysus had been right, his mortal look was unprofessional for a god.

Zeus appeared in a crack of thunder with Hera at his side and Apollo did his best not to flinch. He might not mind having human instincts still, but the Olympians surely would notice, and he’d rather if most of them didn’t.

“Alright settle down!” Zeus’ voice boomed, “Let us start this meeting.”

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When it’s winter

[ @thatdamseries​ ] got matched with @sofia-not-sophie and used the prompts ‘Ten years later’ and ‘music lessons’ (I’m not sure whether this counts because it’s only a couple of lines but I’m counting it just to be sure). I don’t think any warnings are needed.

Everybody says winter is coldest season. I guess they are right, but as I look up to see him grinning at me I can’t help but think about how the warmth in my life was brought back to me in the depths of winter in the form of a dumbass former god that dropped into a dumpster.

I watched as his fingers danced over the keys of the piano. He had chosen to remain in his Lester form, as he often did when he hung out with me. He told me to pay attention so I could try and copy his movements afterwards, but I was distracted by the look on his face. He looked so peaceful. Like nothing in the world could ruin his mood while he was playing the piano.  

I wondered how I got here. What I did to deserve to live in this wonderful house with people I cared about and what I did to deserve this dummy as my best friend. I was happy. I had nothing to worry about. Not Nero. Not any emperor. And most importantly not about my best friend doing something stupid and heroic and getting himself killed in the process. (Like seriously what’s his deal with that)

You know, it’s never not weird. Even after living for 23 years and dealing with all these mythology shenanigans for most of my life, it’s never not weird. Most of my friends here are nature spirits, my only parental figure is a Gaul without hands, my mother and my best friend are gods, Heck, I own a unicorn. I could’ve been a normal girl with a normal life who never had to worry about the people she cares about (or herself) dying. Yet I wouldn’t trade this for the world.

“Are you okay?”

I get snapped out of my daze and notice Apollo has stopped playing and is looking at me worriedly. I felt a wave of affection warming my heart.

“Yeah, just thinking about some things” I replied with a smile.

He nodded slightly and we sat in comfortable silence for a while after that. After a couple of minutes he looked at me and said: “You didn’t pay attention, did you?”

I shook my head smiling sheepishly. He chuckled and closed the lid of the piano.

“You want to go for a snack?”

“You know it”

I jumped up from my seat and rushed to the kitchen. I heard him chuckling and murmuring something that sounded like “some things never change” as he followed me.

I sat down at the kitchen table and began munching on the donuts I grabbed from the fridge. He sat down across from me and grabbed a donut. I kept cramming down the entire pack of donuts without shame. When I shoved the last donut in my mouth I looked up to find him looking at me with fondness is his eyes.

“What?” I asked, my mouth still full with donut.

“Nothing,” He replied looking amused, “I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to deserve a friend like you”

I swallowed and told him “sap” as if I hadn’t been thinking the exact same thing a couple of minutes before. He just grinned at me and walked to the trashcan to throw the empty pack of donuts away as if he couldn’t just make it disappear with a wave of his hand.

We ended up staying up all night watching marvel movies. And when I say we ended up staying up all night I mean he fell asleep after like 2 of them.

I turned off the tv and moved him in a more comfortable position. As I looked down at his sleeping form, looking so peaceful, I caught myself thinking: “People say winter is the coldest season, but I couldn’t feel warmer”