#ximerose

[bringthunder]

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  to   forget   the   gleam   of   the   world   up   top.   his   once   sun-kissed   skin   has   lost   its   warmth,   retreating   into   a   perpetual   &&   constant   cold   as   if   someone   has   lowered   the   saturation   on   his   self   by   a   few   dozen   notches;   when   he   stands   too   quickly,   there’s   a   surge   of   lightheadedness   —   though,   he’s   not   entirely   sure   if   that’s   from   the   lack   of   sunlight   or   the   lack   of   proper   food.   he’s   scavenged   what   he   can,   killed   even   more,   but… with   a   grunt,   verso   puts   these   thoughts   out   of   his   mind.   missing   the   sun   or   not,   he’s   fortunate   in   that   the   phlegethon   makes   for   a   convincing   enough   replacement.   he   takes   a   breath   &&   brings   his   hands   down   into   the   river,   wincing   as   the   flames   writhe   &&   coil   ‘round   his   wrists.   he   pulls   his   cupped   hands   out   then   lifts   them   to   his   lips,   &&   swallows   the   raging   fire.  His  body  doubles   over   without  warning   his   mind;  he   gags   as   warmth   cascades   down   his   throat   &&   into   his   stomach   where   it   pools.    tartarus,   he   thinks,   is   hell.   it   is   perhaps   the   worst   place   he   could   be…but   all   things   are   expected   here.   he   knows   the   lay   of   the   land.   knows   what   may   be   coming   for   him.   with   this   in   mind,   it   should   come   as   no   surprise   when   the   fates   decide   to   play   one   big   a   joke   on   him.  

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[troyfallen]

WHAT   A   TRAGEDY,   to   be   born   of   the   gods.   though   he   seldom   considers   himself   among   their   ilk   -   his   mother   is   indeed   a   goddess,   but   he   considers   her   a   person,   far   from   untouchable   as   hera   or   mighty   athena   -   he   has   endless   pity   for   them.   they   think   themselves   unique   at   times,   saviors   at   others,   made   heroes   &&   horrible   beasts   for   the   sake   of   wars   that   will   be   fought   for   centuries   after   their   deaths.   do   they   think,   he   wonders,   that   they   shall   be   martyrs   ??   do   they   think,   then,   that   their   actions   will   make   a   difference   ??   ha !!   behold   him:   the   consequence   of   their   actions   !! the   consequence,   indeed,   of   serving   the   gods.   the   consequence   of   loyalty.   of   anger.   of   all   things   human   &&   thusly   loathed   by   their   divine   parentage.   oh,   yes,   they'll   claim   they   do   not   loathe   mortals.   they   will   say   they   love   them   !!   but   the   gods   tend   to   the   affairs   of   men   as   an   office   worker   does   to   a   stray   cat,   or   a   tired   man   to   the   wants   of   his   self-made   son. achilles,   truly,   is   under   no   impression   that   they   have   ever   cared   about   him   beyond   his   service.   death   has   made   him   bitter.   death   has   made   him   worse. so   here   he   is,   a   phantom.   here   he   is,   alive   again.   serving   the   gods   as   he   ought   to,   wandering   from   camp   to   camp.   the   great   expanse   of   half-blood   tragedy   does   not   deter   him   now:   he   arrives,   reborn   anew,   leather   jacket   &&   spear   &&   reeking   of   monstrous   carnage. his   arrival   is   not   heralded   by   great   trumpets   are   awe.   none   come   to   greet   him,   &&   this   is   for   the   better:   chiron   knows   it,   as   does   most,   that   he   is   not   necessarily   one   to   enjoy   having   a   crowd   about   him. and   so   he   walks   to   the   infirmary,   &&   he   does   not   make   a   show   of   staying   silent   when   he   enters.   children   of   apollo   -   recognized   by   sun-kissed   freckles   &&   harmonious   tones   of   worry   in   their   voice   -   pass   him   by   &&   spare   him   no   great   ceremony.   they,   evidently,   have   a   returning   patient   in   store. he   cares   not   for   this. achilles,   dressed   in   a   leather   jacket   &&   jeans   &&   some   t-shirt   depicting   a   band   he's   never   once   listened   to,   makes   his   way   into   the   infirmary   like   a   storm   might.   it   is   with   a   certain   familiarity   that   he   takes   to   the   shelves,   rummaging   through.   nothing.   nothing.   nothing. he   clicks   his   tongue.   without   looking   behind   him,   he   asks   aloud,   in   partial   hope   that   someone   may   hear   him   - ❝ where   did   they   move   the   ambrosia   ??   ❞

@ximerose // starter call

[bcjeweled]

@ximerose starter call.

"Here you go, kid." Sally hands Tanner a red mug, steam slowly rising into the air, "The cocoa is still hot though, so be careful."

This isn't the first time a young demi-god has looked for shelter in her house and with everything that Percy is doing out there she is quite sure it will not be the last either. For a moment she considers asking questions, digging into why this boy looks so ruffled and half-frozen. But she knows better than to pry. If he wishes to talk, he will.

"Tanner was it, right? Do you need a ride back to camp tomorrow morning?" She shouldn't meddle, she knows. It is dangerous. But who is she to turn away someone in need?

[ohlympns]

               IT   WASN’T   EVERYDAY   THAT   CHIRON   WAS   FOOLED,   BUT   HE   WOULDN’T   put   it   past   himself   for   it   to   happen.   Was   he   getting   that   old?   By   the   gods,   he   was   getting   old.   He   sighed   patiently   at   himself,   his   hand   reached   over   to   brush   the   hair   back   from   the   boy   who   laid   resting.   He   had   woken   up   only   a   few   days   ago,   and   yet   here   he   was   sleeping.   The   idea   amused   the   centaur,   “   Oh   dear.   ”   He   muttered   under   his   breath,   pulling   his   hand   away   as   the   boy   stirred   from   his   touch.   Or   maybe   it   was   just   the   timing,   either   way   he   wheeled   from   the   bedside   to   grab   a   glass   of   water   from   the   sink.   

               CHIRON   CAME   BACK   TO   THE   BED,   A   SMILE   TUGGED   AT   the   corner   of   his   lips.   His   wise   brown   eyes   watched   him   carefully   as   he   came   to,   letting   him   take   in   all   that   he   needed   so   Chiron   didn’t   startle   him   too   bad.   He   would   hate   for   him   to   injure   himself   more   than   he   had   been,   that   was   the   last   thing   they   needed,   “   How   are   you   feeling?   ”   he   finally   ventured.    @ximerose

[nectaric]

"i cannot decide which flavour to get." poseidon confessed, scrutinizing the assortment of soda flavours before him with extreme attention to detail. there might have been a greater purpose to his appearing in the camp half blood store at this time, but poseidon was not about to reveal his secrets just yet. "what kind would you pick?"

@ximerose

[okeancsa]

♆     @ximerose     set     sail

            𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄     𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐘     𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘     𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌     𝐏𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒,     𝐀     𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍     𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐀     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃     𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓     𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃     𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌     𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍     𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘.     〝    Tanner,     TARTARUS.    〞      The     half-blood     muttered,     taking     one     last     glance     around     the     empty     shores.     〝    Hey     bud,     we     are     getting     you     OUTTA     there.    〞     

[stygicniron]

plots please <3

Ask Meme: Get Ya Plots! -- @ximerose

- We desperately need to do more Kronos threads!! Any combination of the situation, Nico on Kronos’s side, Tanner on Kronos’s side, they’re both on Kronos’s side! Possibilities are endless

- We talked about doing a thread where Nico and Will get Tanner out of the Underworld. So yes that plot please

- Nico taking Tanner on a ghost hunt? My guess is that Nico didn’t take Tanner intentionally on a ghost hunt, it just sort of happens

[victoryclaimed]

ximerose liked ✧ for a teeny starter   !

                               “y'know, i overheard someone say that a lot of celebrities are either demigods or monsters." hand scratches the back of his head as leo uses a wrench to rub his chin. "how much do you want to bet that doja cat is a demigod?"