((If you’re emotionally scarred by a children’s series clap your hands))
((I’m not sure who still follows me, but to whoever does- I’m back! I haven’t really been on lately, and when I have, the rp has been a bit lackluster, and I apologize for that! I miss this blog, so I’m definitely going to be revamping and picking up my game as soon as the HOH craze dies down a bit.
I’m considering a lot of options for the future, so expect some changes soon! In the meantime, feel free to send Annabeth questions- but I’ll ask that you please don’t send any post MOA spoilers, since I haven’t gotten the new book yet ;.;. I’m really happy to be back!! I hope all you pre-release kiddies enjoyed the book, and to everyone (like me) who hasn’t gotten it yet, enjoy it when you do!! Peace outtt))
I’m only going to say this once
I am nobody’s sidekick.
sharp-cookie asked: Ok so once upon a time i read this *adorable* fanfiction that i now can't find. Annabeth was missing Percy one christmas eve (when Hera kidnapped him) so she wanders in to Rockefeller center and watches the tree all night - then it flash fowards to the next year when Percy is back and goes with her. Any ideas?
((I actually spent quite awhile searching for this, because I understand the frustration at not being able to find an old fanfic, but my research turned up nothing :0. Does this fic sound familiar to any followers?))
Anonymous asked: hey percabeth, come visit us at the edge of the fields of punishment for a party -the monsters
…Will there be cake?
rachaldare asked: nice blog!
Thank you, stranger
*Aggressively falls into Tartarus*
One summer at camp a couple of years ago, some kids from the Demeter cabin dared Grover to eat 36 chicken and cheese enchiladas at dinner. It took him about five minutes to down plateful after plateful (including the plates), and earned him the rightful title of Enchilada King for the rest of the season.
Percy and I went to the arts and crafts cabin the next day and made him a fabulous crown decorated with tortilla shells, which he refused to take off for a week.
It’s just a small memory out of hundreds, but every single recollection tethers me to the world and reminds me that I’m still human.
I wonder if he still has that crown.