For The Anon Who Asked Me How I Imagine The Seven:

For the anon who asked me how I imagine the seven:

Annabeth. Legs, legs, legs for days. Sharp eyes and sharper words. Cries when animals die in movies but not people. Red or pale blue dresses. Big, lofty, voluminous curls. That baby sitter you have thats your first crush. Bites the inside of her cheek. Boxy jawline and delicate features and turns heads when walking down the street. Just wants a hug but will deny it. A golden crown and golden wings. Bruised knuckles. Blonde ambition.

Jason. Warm. A golden meadow in the sun. Rosy cheeks. Typecast as Prince Charming, the Quarterback, the Homecoming King. The proverbial son. Everyone’s crush. Can make the perfect paper airplane. A certain air of sadness. The perfect part to his hair. Accidentally shocks everyone. Fuzzy socks. Tall and athletic. Carries his golden retrievers in his arms. Knows he’s seen as perfect and hates it.

Hazel. Small and sprite-like. Tucked beneath chins when hugged. The little birds that sing in trees. Big eyes. Can’t hold a grudge against a friend to save her life. Tight, springy, corkscrew curls that just barely brush her shoulders like a dark, dense cloud. Puts her hands on her friends’ cheeks. A smile that could light up a room. Beautiful, warm, brown.

Leo. A mop of curls thats always blown back. Short. Tells jokes to cover the pain. Long thin fingers that are covered in cuts and bruises. Fireworks in the street at midnight. Shirts with the sleeves rolled up. A smile that says he will set something on fire. Accidentally explodes the microwave. Flamin’ Hot Cheetos. Unrequited love. Jumps into hugs. Likes making other people laugh. Sticks his tongue out in arguments.

Percy. A trouble maker smile. A daring smirk. The feeling you get when the roller coaster drops. Blasting Queen with the car windows rolled down. Late night city walks. Killer hair, dark and thick and tousled. A sharp jaw that clenches. Ducking beneath doorframes. Hugging your mom. The ocean during a storm. Twirling a baseball bat. A school uniform with an untucked shirt, a loose tie. Spontaneous slow dances. Baking cookies in the middle of the night.

Piper. Willowy. Average height that may be considered on the tall side if she weren’t surrounded by tall people. Snorts when she laughs. Hair that she cut herself at 2 in the morning. Different colored nail polish on every finger. Fantasy books. Songs with heavy bass. Scraped knees and elbows. Doesn’t like to wear revealing clothes. Poprocks. A smile that holds a secret. Sunset orange is her favorite color. 

Frank. A teddybear. A round, joyful face. Is genuine when he says “Good game.” Makes the tough calls when asked for it. Early morning practice. Smiles at babies. Hoodies, hoodies, hoodies. Rubbing the back of your neck. Always is the shoulder to cry on. Hitting the bullseye every time. Snow ball fights. Definitely has turned into a dog to feel the pure joy of sticking his head out a car window. 

you know what it feels a little insidious cause when you think about it Hera, quite literally, broke Jason. She plucked her chosen heroes from their respective camps and scrambled their little brains around and then she crafted Jason an entire fake romance that only ended up crashing and burning and leaving him with heartache. he lost his status as Praetor to a dude that was there for like two weeks and even though he did what he had been told to do and saved the world like a good Roman hero, he never got to reclaim the life he must have been living before a god took it from him. and then he isolates himself. and then he dies. what the hell.

Worst pain

i just saw a head canon that all the fake memories jason has of him and piper are real memories but they were the things he did with reyna and i am not okay—

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random little jason grace hcs:

thumb rings. he wears thumb rings

huge physics nerd. like, he's not particularly good at it. but he loves it!

obviously transmasc aro

proficient in like every weapon, like every weapon. bow & arrow, battle-axe? yeah sure. but also, mace and chain, bagh nakh, gauntlets, deer horn knives, flails... fuck, he can even use a shotgun.

can run like really really fast. he's a runner. that being said he can also run really far. (like, roman soldiers walk up to 20 miles every day. with full armour. his endurance is fucking off-the-charts.)

most obscure music taste ever

very iffy about using his powers beyond the occasional electricity stuff, just because how much people in CJ would be terrified/rumour-y/plain weird about it.

loves drawing

actually a nerd in everything, not just physics.

has definitely bashed in someone's head with a shield at least once

huge fan of rollercoasters, hates horror movies

before fights he like to clean his glasses, for no reason at all.

people have told him countless times to not wear glasses during a fight because that won't end well if you're punched in the face but he keeps them on regardless. his reflexes are too good to get punched anyway 🤷

obsessed with barbie

no like. he and apollo do matching "i am Kenough" hoodies all the time

also besties with literally half of the gods across multiple pantheons

scribbles with pen on his hand all the time

chronic migraines guy

he goes feral in a fight then one second later he's like 🥺 'hey guys glad we got out of that one unscathed. y'all saved my ass'

he's never received any proper sort of love or affection (specifically during his younger years), so he deals with that by showering all of his friends with unlimited love <3

all the demigods and all the minor gods and some of the major ones too love him. hence he has a bloody huge, well-deserved protection squad

HE'S THE BIGGEST SWEETHEART EVER

he tore out krios's neck with his teeth and then smashed him to literal pulp with his own armour