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blog roll :3

@jadebone (main, small multi of the kaul family from gbs, highest activity) @godenvy (medium activity oc superhero/espionage original lore multi) @dieangelo (you are here! low-med activity post-canon nico) @partghoul (super low activity oc that will be revamped next week)

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am going to be veryyyy slow until next sunday because i have finals <3 miss u all dearly. will be here still just not writing. as always u can talk to me on d*scord ( 181024 )

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1. tavi gevinson, 2. graveyard girl by m83, 3 + 7. aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire sáenz, 4. tumblr user @averagefairy, 5. eugene ionesco, 6. tumblr user @cowboyvamp

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Undercover: ‘Anitomicouture’ Ribcage Leather Jacket (2013)

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shirt that says my childhood drags behind me like a dead body

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ANDROMEDAPRESLEY  .  .  .     ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare .

          he is safe.  intrinsically he knows this.  he's on the couch of andromeda's living room,  throw blanket tangled between his body and the cushions,  stella already wide awake in concern and laying like weights over his legs.  he didn't mean to scream  —  didn't even know he screamed during nightmares until he was told by andromeda years ago the first time he stayed over.  in the dark,  he sits up,  makes room for @chth0nia to sit beside him.  the weirdest thing...     "     it wasn't my nightmare,    "     he confesses quietly.  the dream was set in reality,  devastation and death and destruction that didn't belong to him.  it's not uncommon for demigods to have precogntive dreams,  but nothing about it felt his.  not the grief,  not the pressure in his chest.     "     hate to tell you this, annie,  but i think your place is haunted.     "

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          tension wound up tight in his shoulders release as soon as she confirms that she isn't planning on questing.  fear has dug his way into his chest,  excavating his innards and replacing it with an all consuming void.  he cannot afford to lose anyone else.  people  —  the kind without divine blood in them  —  always talk about how they cannot imagine what it feels like to lose someone important to them.  all nico has done is lost.  he can imagine loss very well,  even after rebuilding everything from scratch.  he's seen andromeda's demise in his nightmares more times than he would admit to her face.     "     i won't step foot in there.     "     he holds out his pinky finger to seal the promise,  black polish chipping on the nail.     "     i swear on the styx.     "     a tug,  invisible,  and he's tied to the oath.     "     i'm done with quests,  andromeda.  i kind of just want to live.     "

🌿                        “  not  me,    thank  goodness.    sorry  t’scare  ya.  ”                the  dread  that  blossomed  upon  nico’s  expression  made  her  heart  sink  like  a  stone  thrown  in  the  well.    andromeda  suppresses  the  urge  to  reach  for  him,    to  take  his  hand  in  reassurance.    she  decides  against  it,    tucking  loose  blonde  strands  behind  her  ears.    gaze  still  cast  downward,    she  nudges  a  rock  with  the  toe  of  her  shoe.                “  anyway,    no  one’s  e - ver  gettin’  me!  on  one’uh  those  quests  ever  again.  ”            a  pause.      (    she  winces  at  the  jagged  edge.    )            “  well,   for  you,    but  that’s  .  .  .  ”              something  she’s  trying  to  play  off  as  cool,    shrugging  off  the  trailing  end  of  her  sentence.    her  throat  clears.              “  don’t  even  think  about  going  near  that  damn  attic  this  summer,    y’hear  me  ?  ”

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            hades doesn't tell him much when he sends nico out on these... side quests.  nico prefers it this way.  no prophecy,  no rules.  just a problem and a request to figure out a solution.  the rest remains in his own hands,  a million choices and paths,  deceptive  —  the fates have already written it out.  he doesn't want to know the ending.  nearly a century of life,  and all prophecy and augury have done for him is fucked him over.  

          unsurprisingly,  the stench of death extends a mile out from the hospital and only becomes more prominent as nico ventures in,  stella's handle gripped in his right hand.  he navigates the place like he knows it,  an invisible line pulling the elevator to the third floor,  then leading him down winding hallways until he reaches one mostly empty.  the lights are dimmed, flickering every so often,  and stella sits in front of him like a brick wall once he stops.  

          circe doesn't seem surprised by his approach,  or even his mere existence.  nico frowns.  somehow,  things have become equally more complicated and much easier.  he tilts his head in acknowledgement,  strands of black hair falling in front of his face.     "     do you know why,  then  ?     "     he tugs lightly on stella's handle,  then they approach a empty chair to the left of circe,  leaving an empty one in the middle.  it's not an interrogation,  he has to remind himself.  a chat,  a conversation.  he only intends to learn more about what's happening.  he sinks into the chair despite how uncomfortable the hard plastic is,  as if it's made to dissuade use.     "     some people would think you're a hero for what you did for mrs. clark,  maybe even comment on how lucky she was that you were there.  you believe in luck  ?  coinicidences  ?     "

@dieangelo said ; an empty hallway of a hospital, it's dark outside and the overhead light in this hallway are dimmed ( accepting )

dad hates that she does this. he says she's overextending herself, star, and circe knows ( both because she knows and because she knows him ) he paces the kitchen back and forth along the worn line in the linoleum when they talk about it. but circe had known the accident was going to happen, and had known that the bed and breakfast was otherwise unbooked, and that if no one was there one mrs. clark would lie at the foot of the stairs until morning when it would be too late.

so. what was she to do? besides, circe likes a good bed and breakfast. she likes holing up in a cozy little room with a sketchbook and a chipped mug of tea, or sharing meals with someone who knows the history of a small town in a way few others do. so it's not that hard. and mrs. clark will be okay, because her lone tenant for the night found her and called 911 so fast that it was almost like she had called them before mrs. clark slipped. even if she hates hospitals, and their too-many terrible endings and the smell of antiseptic, circe can suffer it if it means helping somehow, someway.

she looks up from her phone, where she's considering hitting one of the few contacts and calling her dad, but the expected company has arrived. not a minute too soon. people never are. "hi." nice. easy greeting, always a win. she slips her phone into the tote bag that sits on the floor, leaning against the chair she sits in a somewhat precarious looking crisscross situation, "you were - are here to see me." it's not a question and circe stares nearly through nico rather than directly at him.

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thinking of nico's service hell hound <3 stella wears a red + black vest with a lot of patches, including but not limited to "DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH ME.", "IF YOU CAN READ THIS YOU ARE TOO CLOSE.", "DON'T TOUCH, DON'T TALK, DON'T RUN, DON'T DISTRACT."

bonus : the back of nico's favorite jacket reads: "MY SERVICE DOG WON'T BITE BUT I WILL"

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I'm filled with divine love and undying rage

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i succumb easily to peer pressure.

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📏 + 5’3 (5'4 and a half! if you're not paying attention and she stands on her toes 😌)

nico very kindly does not pay attention <3 out of respect <3

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📏 + 5’5 tehehe

two tickets to the barbie movie pls <3

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📏 sending for 6'2 perce and 6'4 paul aha x

yerin write a man under 6 ft challenge failed </3 short king era when?

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📏 stares in having a 6 ' 0 fc . .

stares back in having no fc just vibes <3 ... n the vibes r 5'8 + chonky boots most of the time ...

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Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine!

using this site

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WILLSOLACE  .  .  .     what  was  your  plan?    you  could’ve  gotten  yourself  killed!

            he feels like he's been put in fucking time out.     "     i won't die that easily.     "     he's gotten into the habit of forgetting that the demi in demigod insinuates mortality.  something about surviving two great prophesies,  a couple involving a god,  and tartarus twice have made him both ever aware of how easy it is to die,  and how difficult he is to kill.  gritted teeth optimism has brought him this far,  biting and clawing and gnashing his way through.  yet,  somehow,  it's @soulaces 's unique brand of wrath being directed at him that puts the fear of the gods in him.     "     sorry.  it will happen again.     "     he could lie,  tell him that it was a one-off stint to run directly into a den of monsters,  but lying has never done him any good.     "     i had no plan.  just the thought that i didn't want you to get hurt.     "     damn the consequences.  every bone and inch of flesh aches indiscriminately,  and he grins through it.