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apollosgiftofprophecy · 5 months

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Apollo Kids As Memes

For Jerry, Gracie, and Yan I went off pure VIBES

Phoebe the Hunter and Asclepius are also included btw! (Because I Stan Phoebe is an Apollo kid)

(Added in Apollo and Rachel later on :3)

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hyacynta · 2 years

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imagine being gracie, jerry and yan. for years your parents have told you about your legendary father, they talk about how gorgeous he looked and tell you stories of their wonderful whirlwind romance with him. one day you discover than your father's a god! and a major one at that. he's even more amazing than you first thought. you get sent to a camp, ready to prove yourself as worthy to your father so that one day you can perhaps see him. you reach your new cabin and there's someone there. perhaps another sibling you didn't know you had? then you're told that's him. the father you've heard so much about. but he's not this 6'5, supermodel, amazingly talented, mega powerful god your parents kept saying he was. no he's a 17-year-old acne ridden mortal who's clearly just been beaten up, is stumbling around, half delirious and the slave of a 12-year-old who picks her nose. needless to say your parents have a lot of explaining to do.

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thatcrazypercyjacksonfan · 10 months

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The memes of a tired Cabin 7 member, dealing with the events of Trials of Apollo.

#Toa #cabin 7 #Will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo #kayla knowles #Micheal Yew #Jerry #Yan and Gracie #Apollo #trials of apollo #toa apollo #pjo apollo #lester papadopoulos #Austin Lake #In universe memes #Apollo Cabin #the typo’s just add to the authenticity shhh

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jkschanel · 4 months

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apollo cabin family dynamics… save me apollo cabin family dynamics…

but seriously… the grief that comes with being a child of apollo… more siblings than you can count is all the more to lose, counsellors barely making it past 16-17

the inherent tragedy of being a cabin of healers and fighters and poets, never knowing if the next body you have to bandage will be your sibling… born to hold a pen, forced to carry a bow

a cabin as bright as the sun, smiling faces that give hope to wounded children soldiers, singing songs around a fire even when you don��t know if you’ll make it to tomorrow

seeing the numbers dwindle, what used to be a full house becoming half empty and then barely used

but at least you have each other… whoever survives

#pjo hoo toa #cabin seven #cabin 7 #apollo #children of apollo #will solace #lee fletcher #michael yew #kayla knowles #austin lake #gracie #jerry #yan

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liesmultixxx · 4 days

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“you’re the risk I’m going to take”

is annabeth loving percy despite her fear of losing him, despite the prophecy.

Because they love each other and they’ll be together, no matter how.

They’re permanent.

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apollosothertwin · 20 days

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I want more Apollo cabin content. Not just Will, but all of the kids.

#apollo cabin #percy jackson #rick riordan #apollo #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #hoo #toa #pjo hoo toa #kayla knowles #will solace #michael yew #Gracie #austen #trials of apollo #the trials of apollo #pjo apollo

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thestarstoasun · 1 month

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The question that had ignited a change in Will had come completely out of the blue. It was just like any other day, a day spent in the comforting familiarity of the infirmary. The only patients were a daughter of Ares and Connor Stoll of Hermes – who had to be put on opposite ends. Nico was cutting bandages while Will lectured Connor on reckless pranks on the Ares cabin that ended up with him in the infirmary.

That was when Gracie walked in. Gracie and Will were close, mainly because she had clung to him – much like he had clung to Lee when he was claimed as a son of Apollo. “Hey Will! I have a question.” She looked up at him with the innocence a child should have. An innocence that was stolen by the rest of them through wars and death.

Gracie's green eyes reminded him so much of Lee, it was almost unnatural. Lee had gotten his eye color from his mortal mother, while Will’s blue eyes came from Apollo. The shade of green was something Will had never been able to put into words. Though, the many girls and guys at camp who had crushes on his older brother had plenty for them.

Will shot one last, narrowed look at Connor before turning his attention to his sister with a much brighter expression. His eyes softened and he ruffled her hair. “What’s up, Rapunzel?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Will could see Nico raise a questioning eyebrow, which reminded him they still had so, so many movies to watch in order to catch his boyfriend up on everything he missed because of the Gods.

“Jerry, Yan, and I were in the attic of the cabin-“ Will could feel his body tense up and tried to make them at least appear natural. “The boxes up there had a bunch of names up there. Lee Fletcher, Michael Yew, Isabella Nightshade, Mckenzie Ayers, Juliet Solbello-“

“That’s Italian.” Nico interrupted, noticing that with every name Gracie innocently listed Will looked closer and closer to breaking a apart.

“It is?” Gracie looked his way with brimming excitement in her eyes, directing her attention to Nico. Will flashed him a distant, but appreciative small smile. Nico nodded, a reply to them both, so as he distracted Gracie, Will slipped away through the side door of the infirmary.

He knew what Gracie was going to ask as soon as she started to list the names of their siblings she had never, would never, get to meet. She wanted to know who they were and what happened to them, but Will wasn’t brave enough, or strong enough, to talk about it. Five…only five of his thirteen dead siblings, and he could hardly handle hearing the fact his younger siblings, (they had never met them. They shouldn’t be touching their stuff. What if it gets lost? Or broken? What if there’s nothing left of them to remind Will that they lived?) had found the Apollo kids' biggest secret. The last remains of a shattered family with a father of healing that couldn’t be bothered to save them.

Will went straight to Cabin 7, ignoring the looks of other campers. He saw Jerry and Yan looking at a picture a much younger, more innocent Will Solace drew of him and his big brothers (big brothers that would never hold him again. Not until he joined them in Elysium). “Put that down. I told you guys not to go in there.” He couldn’t help but wince at the harsh tone in his voice. Snapping at them wouldn’t help the situation. Will Solace had a responsibility to his living siblings first, as their big brother. His own feelings could be pushed down into the suffocating box where they threatened to drown him. “Sorry, please . I don’t want it to get ripped. It’s pretty old.”

Yan at least had the decency to look guilty. “I’m sorry, Will. You guys just never talk about any of them, and you, Austin, and Kayla always find excuses to not be in the cabin.”

“We all noticed, so we figured whatever you were hiding in the attic was why.” Jerry added, finally looking a bit ashamed.

Will took a deep, shaky breath and grabbed one of Lee’s flannels. Most of the ones he wore now were once Lee’s that, when the time came to pack his belongings, Will had taken for himself because he knew it was the closest he would ever get to one of his older brother’s hugs ever again. “It’s not because of these. It’s because of why they’re there. Why the people they belong to aren’t..” Will clutched to Lee’s flannel and put it on, despite the temperature outside being the reason he hadn’t worn one today at all. “Please, put the boxes and all their belongings back in the attic. They belonged to our older siblings. And I promise, I-“ Once again, Will had to pause and clutch onto the sleeves of Lee’s flannel. “I’ll tell you guys all about them.”

Will’s gaze landed on the old video camera that neither he, Kayla, nor Austin had had the heart to look at the recordings after Manhattan left them feelings emptier than ever. But, Will Solace couldn’t let his younger siblings see how much this really hurt him, so he looked over at them and smiled brightly. “Don’t feel bad, we all make mistakes. I gotta go check on Neeks, since I may have left him with Gracie.”

Will walked out of cabin 7 with a heavy heart hidden by a porcelain mask that was covered in cracks plastered together by the sense of responsibility and becoming head counselor and the oldest sibling, after being a former youngest, in the matter of hours during a war. Other campers looked through at the cracks in his carefully crafted mask wondering how long until it shattered leaving whatever Will Solace could be underneath it exposed for the world to see.

Part 2

#Will solace needs a therapist #Yknow that hc about Apollo kids like Will being sun kissed and their hair turning blonde #That's Will and Gracie in this #There will be more solangelo in part 2 I promise #will solace #nico di angelo #michael yew #lee fletcher #the sun and the star #gracie pjo #Yan #yan pjo #jerry pjo #solangelo #apollo cabin #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo

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heceb0lus · 11 months

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Some riordanverse sketches!

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tsarisfanfiction · 1 month

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Absent No More

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Apollo, Cabin Seven Not much changed, after Zeus was destroyed, but for a certain group of people, they got the change they'd always wanted. TOApril day 3 - Divine Intervention! Some credit goes to @fearlessinger for today's prompt interpretation, because she was the one to suggest the Ancient Laws, so here we are!

Most things didn’t change. It was weird, for the mortals in the know, the demigods that knew the king of the gods was gone forever, that Olympus was without her ruler. It felt like there should be some sign that things had changed, but rain still fell, lightning still lashed across the sky, and whatever power vacuum may or may not have been going on in Olympus never touched their lives at all.

If not for the gap in the original horseshoe of the twelve Olympic cabins, where cabin one had once stood, they could almost, almost forget that Zeus was gone.

Except for one thing. One small thing, insignificant in the grand scheme of things, barely worth a mention, hardly a footnote in the story of the Olympian uprising and subsequent consequences.

Small and insignificant to most, but not to all. To some people, great in number but barely a splash in the ocean that was the human population of the world, it was huge, on a scale they’d never dared to dream before. For many of them, it was all they’d ever wanted.

For the woman in South Korea with her own dance studio that accepted students of any age and taught some of them how to turning fighting dances into fighting, it was the helper that regularly came by to give all her students an extra bit of guidance. It was suggestions on who needed more help, or dance props that happened to include aspects of certain rare, celestial metals.

For the man in Canada, it was procedures that went perfectly and the doctor that never left his side, holding his hand as he woke up slowly with the knowledge that he was never going to feel sick if he caught sight of his bare body in a mirror again. It was celebrations and affirmations and whole-hearted acceptance, gentle hugs light enough not to agitate still-healing flesh but firm enough to be all-encompassing anyway.

For the royal bowman in Scotland, it was the company he found waiting at home after a long day of practice, either parade or combat, with a warm meal and chores all already done. It was hair ruffles and a large, bright smile, and the soothing of aching muscles with simple touches.

For the librarian in Germany, it was the patron that came by every day, smile as bright as the sun and always a stack of books to return. It was long conversations on authors, on recommendations, and the fresh stack of books checked out at the end of the day, right before she clocked out to go home, and the way she was always walked to her door.

For the actress pulling long hours to make ends meet, it was the dedicated make-up artist that always ended up working on her, no matter the role, and told her stories as she watched her transformation in the mirror. It was the way the ugly scar on her face from where she’d once tried to fight for what was right never counted against her in auditions, and smoothed away to nothing with a simple touch of foundation.

For the lawyer that had had to fight every step of the way to her position because of her gender and the colour of her skin, it was the assistant that floated past her office every day to bring her drinks and make sure the case notes were always in order, even when her dyslexia made her want to throw them out the window. It was forced breaks and warm rolls straight from the oven of her favourite bakery for no reason other than being loved.

For the brothers that played basketball for opposing teams because their greatest challenge had always been the other, it was the cheering in the crowd for both of them equally, because no matter how serious it got it was still just a game, and family didn’t pick sides. It was post-match celebratory drinks, always on the tab, no matter the result, just because.

For the doctor it was the shoulder to try on whenever he had to give a patient bad news, when all the training and skill in the world couldn’t spare patients trauma. It was the way he never, ever got sick despite the near constant exposure to illnesses, so he could always be there to give others the best care possible.

For the farmer that had fled from war to raise sheep instead, it was dawn wake-up calls and an extra pair of hands when the animals couldn’t settle. It was lambs surviving their birthing and thriving even when other farms struggled with high mortality rates and animals struggling to adapt to the ever-shifting environment.

For the poet tearing her hair out over her latest publishing deal, it was soothing hands massaging away the headache while a melodic voice recited her writing back at her, assuring her that her words were flawless. It was the way the deals always made it through, in the end, and made her enough money that she never had to give it up in order to find another, better, job to make ends meet.

For the healer surrounded by children with weapons they were still learning to use, it was a helping hand in the infirmary, and a bright hug when the last mischievous teenager that had thought they knew how to handle weapons better than they did was gone. It was falling asleep during nighttime vigils and waking up with the sun to find blankets and golden company keeping watch while he rested.

For the saxophonist it was the accompanying instrumentalist giving him a proud grin that had teeth too white to be natural as he came off stage, because the performance had gone off without a hitch, and the second, private recital for just the two of them. It was the way his instruments always stayed perfect and in-tune, never suffering misfortune on journeys from venue to venue.

For the Olympic champion it was a beaming face in the crowd as she won competition after competition, toppling world records and making them her own, and two male voices proudly claiming her as their daughter for the world to hear. It was one-on-one shooting, where they did things most mortals didn’t dream could be done with a bow and laughed the whole way through.

For the historian always finding themselves in the deepest depths of archives, it was the gentle light that was always bright enough to read by, but never damaged the precious manuscripts they poured over. It was the listening ear as they recited what they’d discovered, to make sense of it, and the quiet confirmations of someone that had been there when the history had been written – or knew someone who had.

For the bowler who also picked up a bat, because not everyone in the team could bowl but they all had to be able to hit the ball, it was the perfect lighting whenever he made the run, always in his favour and never in the batsman’s. It was the same person catching the ball over and over, when he hit a six and it sailed into the crowd.

For the drum teacher, it was the way she always had new students signing up to learn whenever she had a vacancy, eager to learn from her. It was the way she could always talk about them, celebrating when they worked hard and got to where they wanted to be with their music, or asking for help when a student was struggling and she didn’t quite know how to help them, knowing that there was always help available for her.

For Apollo’s children, whatever walks of life they ended up taking, it was their godly father finally being there in their waking hours as well as their dreams, wherever and whenever they needed them. They’d always known they were loved, but knowing it and experiencing it, it turned out, were two entirely different things, and while he never explained exactly why he’d started being more around after his own father’s destruction, they all had their suspicions.

#trials of apollo #trials of apollo fanfiction #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfiction #toapril #toapril 2024 #pjo apollo #cabin seven #will solace #austin lake #kayla knowles #toa yan #toa jerry #toa gracie #tsari writes fanfiction

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zukxgane · 4 months

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in between by gracie abrams is about percabeth from rachel elizabeth dares pov. i said what i said.

#pjo #pjo tv show #pjo fandom #pjo series #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #rachel elizabeth dare #rachel dare #annabeth chase #percy and annabeth #percabeth #perachel #gracie abrams #in between gracie abrams #SoundCloud

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suhlinah · 5 days

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Blog Masterlist/Introducing Myself!

Kia Ora, Hello to all and welcome to my blog :)

I tend to jump from fandom to fandom and back again, so here are the ones I will ramble about:

Music:

5 Seconds of Summer (+ Luke and Ashton's solo albums) Gracie Abrams Niall Horan One Direction Billie Eilish Olivia Rodrigo SIX60 Fall Out Boy Ruel Frankie Venter Sabrina Carpenter

Books:

Percy Jackson and the Olympians Heroes of Olympus (haven't read all of Kane Chronicles yet or Magnus Chase but I want to) Heartstopper + Loveless, I Was Born For This, Radio Silence, Solitaire The Phoenix Files Young Bond Gone Red, White & Royal Blue

Films/Shows:

The PJO Show Thunderbirds Are Go! Spider-Man (Tom and Andrew's versions + Spider-Verse) The rest of the MCU How To Train Your Dragon + Race To The Edge Heartstopper Julie & The Phantoms High School Musical: The Musical: The Series Red, White & Royal Blue Miraculous Ladybug

my asks are open (don't really know how to do that but I'll learn) and I def have heaps of headcanons for various fandoms lol.

hope to connect with many people on here :)

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apollosgiftofprophecy · 22 days

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YEETS

apollo as Hazbin lucifer anybody?

#my fics #toapril 2024 #toapril #the trials of apollo #trials of apollo #apollo #toa gracie #pjo apollo #pjo gracie #commodus #toa commodus #pjo commodus #lityerses #lavinia asimov #pjo georgina

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tsarinatorment · 2 years

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I don’t normally do posts like this unprompted, but this idea’s been hanging around in my head for the last couple of days and I want to throw it out there properly so here’s a short, not very in depth version of it (I’ll dig more depth out of this later if there’s interest, don’t have book access to do a formal theory post right now)

Apollo’s kids are simultaneously Greek and Roman.

Disclaimer: this is a headcanon with no explicit canon backing, but it’s an interesting (I think) idea that could be canon because it’s not disproved either.

Apollo himself does not change between Greek and Roman. He’s not affected by the schism (in BOO he’s hiding from Zeus, not being assailed by the headache most gods are), and he thinks about his fellow gods in both their forms with no issues at all (Ares and Mars, Artemis and Diana, Zeus and Jupiter, etc.)... It’s even supported by actual history because Apollo was never superimposed over an existing Roman deity and was kept in his original Greek form, more or less, if I’m remembering my little bit of A-Level Classics correctly.

So why should his kids have a divide? If Apollo does not change, then how could some of his kids be Greek and some be Roman? Why aren’t they all Greek? (If not for known Legacies like Octavian, and Frank hoping to be an Apollo kid, we could argue that that’s the case, but clearly CJ recognises Apollo kids exist, so...)

Conclusion: Apollo is both Greek and Roman all the time (would explain why he’s the sun god when in rrverse Helios fades at about the same time the chronology switches to Roman, actually), therefore his kids are both Greek and Roman.

What does this mean for the kids? It means they can go to either camp (most end up at CHB because Apollo’s the patron and guides them there etc., also archers are treated better in CHB than CJ, but they could go to CJ instead - this is where I point out there are loads of Apollo kids in CHB but none in CJ at least during TTT). It means they’re fluent in both Ancient Greek and Latin (explainable in CHB by Latin being so prominent in medicine; Latin is a used language in CHB anyway - see Chiron sometimes, maybe he’s trying to make Latin-speaking seem more normal).

What does this mean about Octavian? It means Octavian probably realises he’s effectively half-Greek, hence the earlier awareness/acceptance of the Greek demigod existences, tries to hide it (maybe even tries to convince himself he’s wrong), and basically spends his entire storyline denying who he is. Generally this makes Octavian’s entire role in the story even sadder to someone who doesn’t view him as a cold-hearted villain, but I refuse to make this longer than it’s got already so that can be a more detailed discussion later, if people are interested.

In fact, any or all of this can be a more detailed discussion later; just let me know if you wanna hear it and if so, I’ll give this a proper essay treatment sometime next week or so when I have book access again.

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lesbianbanana · 6 months

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ok but why is no one talking about how all of Apollo's kids get to camp really young despite having available parents??

#like will would've 10 in ttc #kayla and austin would've been 9-11 ish in tlo #Darren Naomi and Latricia are not dead soo #pls Gracie Yan and jerry would've been like 12 at the most sooo #its just a little interesting #pjo #toa #apollo #apollo pjo #toa apollo #will solace #kayla knowles #austin lake

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please-help-this-little-lesbian · 9 months

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Okay but like, how were Jerry, Gracie, and Yan claimed in Tower of Nero. Because it's implied they'd already been established as Apollo kids, but Apollo wasn't really available to claim them.

#Rick explain #did someone else do it?#*Can* another god claim someone's kids for them?#did they just go by process of elimination of them not being claimed?#IG that makes the most sense but...#toa #the trials of apollo #pjo apollo #pjo #toa jerry #toa yan #toa gracie

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vanessa-rafesgirl · 3 months

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౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ hii i'm vanessa <3 i'm 19, i love to read and obsess over hot fictional men. i'm a fangirl & will always fall for the villian rather than prince charming. i'll love anything that's pink or has a bow on it. i play tennis and will defend luke castellian any chance that i get 🧘🏼‍♀️

my favorite artists: taylor swift, lana del rey, nessa barrett, gracie abrams, madison beer, olivia rodrigo, harry styles, travis scott, the nbhd

my favorite shows & movies: gilmore girls, outer banks, friends, gossip girl, marie antionette, priscilla, clueless, the princess diaries

my favorite books: daisy jones & the six, folk of the air series, twisted series, pjo series, acotar series

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