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kcithnam‌:

“this… it makes no sense…?” keith said, sounding so confused and lost. “how- how does one ruin their phone like that? that’s just… dumb.”

“ well, last night i got drunk, and this is definitely not my phone, but i have it anyway. and i don’t know how it broke. ” amiria shrugs, holding out shattered iphone. “ it keeps glitching, like, the screen? i swear i didn’t break it, but the owner seems to think i did, so here i am. trying to fix it. or, well. get help to fix it. ”

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nightfcll‌:

   a moment alone at camp half-blood is as rare as seeing ichor — unless you try hard enough to seek it out and pulled a few strings, it simply would not happen. everett actively tried to seek out all moments alone in the chaotic camp. it was partially for the bliss of being left alone with his own thoughts and for his ability to make any social situation turn sour, but it was increasingly common for everett to escape due to the overarching tension camp had. ( he preferred to be the resident doom and gloom grouch — it wasn’t as enticing when the rest of the camp took pieces of his role up ).     the place where he finds solitude currently is the arts and crafts center. there are other campers stationed here, but the soft murmur of conversation is low enough that everett can pretend he’s the only one there. his eyes are trained on his painting — it’s not good by apollo cabin’s standards, but it’s decent enough. everett makes the mistake of looking up and locking eyes with another camper’s art project, and immediately the quietness of the arts and crafts room is ceased by his laughter. “ sorry, ” he manages to choke out, his laugh entwining his words together, “ it’s just…well, i’m not sure what you’re really going for, but with that, you’ve managed to be a real contender for the museum of bad art. are you trying to offend the gods ? honestly, if you don’t want to die or be cursed, i’d scrap that. ”

laughter floats through the quiet hum of the arts and crafts center, and amiria tightens her grip on her pencil, nearly done shading in an intricate sketch of an evening gown inspired by falling stars. everett’s laugh is a foreign sound, but his voice is unfortunately not. irritation seizes her concentration, and her eyes flit from her sketchbook to the painting---and painter---in question. indignation and embarrassment are written all over the other camper’s face, but it’s not a terrible painting, all splashes of bright color and geometric shapes cutting into one another seemingly without reason. she’s spent enough time around art enthusiasts and in museums to know it could echo the work of kandinsky and picasso. 

she can see how someone else might think it’s bad, though. as if a preschooler painted it. art is subjective, is it not? even so, it doesn’t call for playing art critic in such a juvenile, biting way.

it’s still not really any of her business, but everett is annoying and he thinks she’s the bane of his existence---no, she’s not exaggerating---, so what does she have to lose? “ aw, everett, do you really have nothing better to do than insult this poor kid’s painting? do you think making hers look bad will make yours look better? because it really won’t. i think, if anything, you should scrap yours. i mean, is that your first try? they say third time’s the charm, but i think you’ll need more than that. ” her lips pull into a sweet smile as she shifts her head to look at him. “ besides, ” she continues, her voice taking on a dismissive carelessness, “ haven’t you ever heard of abstract art? avant garde? you really don’t know anything. ”

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iscllde‌:

isolde sits in the amphitheatre, basking in the late summer warmth, absently painting her nails as her mind wanders. “ do you think she’s even washed that sweater? ” there was no need to define who she was, all camp could really talk about was heather and her ‘ announcement ’. isolde swaps out the blue nail polish for the purple, carefully chosing her colours to make sure her nails were painted in rainbow order – heaven forbid she mix up indigo and violet, isolde would be an embarrassment to her heritage. “ i mean, i’m not gonna lie, it looked kind of like heather eats, sleeps, breathes and generally exists in it. ”

“ you know i can just change the colors for you, right? part of the whole ‘can change makeup on a whim’ thing, ” she points out, holding out her hand, perfectly painted nails a pale pink with a gold stripe. “ probably not. some kind of sentimental value thing. god, it must be so dirty by now. ” she wrinkles her nose. “ i can’t really blame her, though, with all the shit that’s going on. it’s not very cute, but at least she chose something comfortable. ”

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@svlanges​

“ i just had gyun woo talk about all my deep, dark insecurities because of some freakishly good intuition. ” amiria rolls her eyes, turning on her bed on so she’s lying on her stomach. she’s not entirely sure why she starts with that, but she does, and she quickly hurries to cover it up. being forced to face her fears and supposed inadequacies is one thing, but talking about it willingly is another. 

so she does what she does best: brush it off. “ and then i found out one of the girls in the apollo cabin is in love with this blonde in cabin 11. and surprise, they won’t do anything about it! this whole sensing when people in love thing is like i’m watching a very bad rom-com all the time where the ending isn’t tied up with a grand declaration at the end. and it’s like, do i just let them figure their own shit out and fall victim to miscommunication? because that definitely looks like where this is going. the miscommunicating, i mean.”

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ophelya → open 👻❕

ophelya: idk if i’m even texting the right person because your handwriting was IMPOSSIBLE to decipher

ophelya: can you confirm what kind of elixir you asked for on the post-it note you left for me?

ophelya: because what i read just seems a tad ..... bizarre

amiria: haven't asked you for any potions or elixirs in a while so not me

amiria: but now i'm curious

amiria: what exactly does this elixir entail

amiria: like on a scale of vaguely normal to am i really reading this does this land on?

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text | open

dean: so... do you think my pink hair is stupid?

dean: someone just called my hair stupid

dean: >:(

amiria: i think your pink hair is 100/10

amiria: they're just jealous they can't rock pink hair as well as you

amiria: or at all

amiria: so u do u!!!! fuck them!!!!

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namgyunwoo‌:

Gyun Woo drew the card with a sly smile, taking a moment to look at it before enabling his powers to take hold. He took a mental note of the fraying line Amiria had with some camper that was to the left. She had strong bonds with some campers leading to the right, but he could tell that even these connections were being tangled within her. He rose an eyebrow at the knot that tied itself through her before he blinked away his glowing irises.

“Of course.” He turned the card around to reveal the face. “The Hierophant. A card that points to traditions and conformity.” He pointed the card towards her. “I’d interpret this to mean that you’re holding onto friendships that won’t last. One-sided relationships, disagreements, maybe an inferiority complex?” He shrugged, adding in a nonchalant voice:

“Really, I don’t know the specifics, but it looks like you’re conforming to others’ beliefs just to avoid the crushing realization that you’re not good enough for them. And that they’ll leave you behind without a second thought. So, you’re holding a knife to what friendships you have, preparing to cut them off before they can cut you.”

“But you know, this is just what the card says. It’s all interpretation. I’m sure you’d know better than I would.” He slid the card closer to her.

“ do your eyes always glow with your power? ” she asks before she’s hit with pointedly personal answers that she’s already known her whole life. “ let me rephrase: tell me something i don’t know, ” she quips with her brightest, sharpest, i-was-born-and-raised-in-politics smile. she’ll be damned if she lets these insecurities show.

besides, he’s only scratched the surface. call it a lucky guess.

“ now, come on, that’s just not fair. my friendships are very important to me! i wouldn’t ever end them. well, at least the ones that matter. there was that fake bitch who only talked to me when she wanted an invite. find your own yacht party, honey. and trust me, i’m not holding onto anything i know won’t last. i learned that lesson a long time ago. ” a bitter edge laces its way into her bubbly tone, discernible only if one’s paying attention. “ if anything, that guy i hooked up with last summer is the one hanging onto something that won’t last. he still keeps texting me. men. some can’t understand the word no in any language. ”

“ oh, also, i feel like i should clarify---just because my character is very important to me---i’m not conforming to people’s beliefs because i don’t think i’m good enough for them. i stopped giving a shit because of it. why try to be perfect if you’re always going to disappoint? ” thanks for that, dad. “ you know, be your own person, live your life. ”

she lifts up her hand, holding the card between two fingers. “ interpretation, yeah? well, i don’t need a card to tell me anything about you. ” she purses her lips in feigned concentration and snaps her fingers. “ cynical son of eros who hates love and wants nothing to do with it himself? this just might be my intuition and little bit of my mother’s knack for these things, but i’d say that means either you grew up in a loveless home, had friends who were terrible at relationships, or someone broke your heart. shattered it into tiny pieces. but you’d know better than i would. ”

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erosgavino‌:

“I do hate to let them down.” Letting out a dramatic sigh he did move over a bit to let her sit. “But they’re kinda letting me down by not being here right now so I think we’re all on equal ground.” These admirers she spoke of, he wished one of them would say something to him. He was never good at the whole ‘alone’ thing. “Does everyone forget that I didn’t know it was her? I’m not that fucked up.”

“ maybe they’re just too scared. people can be so shy. okay, i’m glad you’re not that fucked up. there’s still hope for you yet. ” she shoots a teasing smile his way. “ but your luck was really kind of shit when you decided on that tree. no, i’m saying not about bomi specifically, but about, you know, stapling condoms onto a tree. is that really how you tell someone you like them? were you just possessed by the spirit of a 15 year old boy? curious minds want to know. ”

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namgyunwoo‌:

open starter - love lines

Gyun Woo sets up a tarot table every full moon to welcome campers who want to hear something about their love life. It’s a very simple reading that’s influenced less by the cards and more by his natural intuition for other’s attractions and desires. It was fun practice. Plus, he loved messing with people without them knowing.

He shuffled the cards and then spread them across the table, motioning towards the camper in front of him to take a card.

“Pick a card. But pick carefully.”

amiria knows gyun woo’s love life readings have less to do with actual tarot and more with his amokinesis, but who is she to reveal the secrets of a perfectly entertaining enterprise? at least someone’s using their power. 

sure, she loves changing a shirt to a silk blouse at the snap of her fingers, but she could really do without the aphrodite-inherited sixth sense that shows up whenever she gets a hint of two people pining after each other. god, lovelorn couples can sort their own shit out.

“ if i want someone to dissect my love life, ” she says, tapping a card with a manicured nail, “ i have my sisters for that. and isolde. she gives great commentary. can you tell me anything else? ”

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erosgavino‌:

Letting his head fall back against the tree behind him Gavino closed his eyes, things didn’t make sense around here. Not that they really ever did if he was honest, but right now things were even more complicated. Hearing footsteps next to him he opened one eye, “If you’re looking for a magic trick i’ve got… nothing right now. I think I left my magic wand at home.” If it was a Hecate kid the comment would be even more entertaining. 

“ oh, no, you didn’t. can you hear that? it’s the sound of all your admirers heaving sighs of disappointment, ” replies amiria, voice dripping with sarcasm as she sits down next to him, stretching her legs out and leaning back on her hands. “ nothing sounds like what you’ve got all the time, not just right now. you really need new tricks, gav. i know stapling condoms to a very nice nymph’s tree is old news at this point, but really? be more original. have standards. ”

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halfblud‌:

    snippets of conversations held at the most previous war council had found their way to connie, most of the rumoured information from the infirmary and eavesdropped conversations at the dining pavillion. connie’s fine, really – she knew that she was a new camper and wasn’t here for the quest send off, just the immediate aftermath, thus feeling that she wasn’t qualified to attend the war council.     yet the whole situation bothers her.     as she tries to wrap her head around everything – the sword, aria’s catatonia, the alleged confession, the war council – she feels another body sit next to her and she shifts over slightly to make room on the log. she looks up at the lava rock climbing wall, noting how she’s supposed to be cheering on her fellow campers to the top, yet instead is staring at her hands, her body slowly healing blisters and lacerations from her attempt to scale the wall.     “ i don’t get it. i mean, i do, but…i don’t understand why they sent brains, brawn…and more brawn ? at least try to round out a trio and send someone who can actually restore health, or something…dexter was dying, wasn’t he ? ”

amiria totally missed the war council.

she didn’t really mean to, like she didn’t mean to miss most of the important events at camp half-blood. call it avoidance, call it an attempt to live in blissful ignorance, but it’s not like she doesn’t care. how could she brush dexter’s murder off? how could she, when war looms over their heads when it shouldn’t? clearly gods had never heard of peaceful discussions or athena and ares wouldn’t be pointing fingers at each other in the first place and dragging everyone down right with them.

she looks up at the lava rock climbing wall, and a split second decision sends her to sit on the log instead of scrambling to the top like the rest of the campers. self-preservation once again wins over any attempt at glory, and sometimes she wonders if she really belongs here.

( but seriously, who wants to fall in lava just because they suck at climbing? )

“ i don’t get it either, ” she replies, focusing her attention on connie. “ that would be the smart thing, right? bring a healer. like, they even do that in video games where you can’t actually die in real life. from what i remember, dexter chose his friends to come with him, so that’s how that worked out? you’d think his dad would’ve allowed him to take one more person. ” she pursed her lips. “ it’s just a sad, fucked-up situation. ”