"i understand to an extent. i know i don't have much experience with mortal problems. i was merely a child when father brought me down here. this world of immortals is all i truly know. " she explains, as she links her arm with his. "in fact, i have trouble myself remembering the surface. my mother kept me secluded those last few years with her. i have more good and happy memories with persephone so i hold onto those."
"i know your heart, kharon. i know it's in the right place but it's taking a huge toll on you. the rivers down here are polluted with mortal problems. dreams that were never achieved, sadness, heartbreak, never finding love, anger, violence and horrors. the dead cannot go back and change their choices. there is nothing you can do, unfortunate as it is." she leads the walk, trailing along the banks of the river styx. "rather of listening to their problems, perhaps you can encourage them to think of happy memories. humor me on that a little, would you?"
"I know. But it feels nice to do it. The undertaking of it however is more exhausting than I had anticipated." Kharon sighs. A part of him did like helping, there is a certain satisfaction to doing it. Though he did it around his normal duties and that gave him little time for anything else,
"Being around the dead constantly makes it hard for me not to care about their problems." He frowns, having heard thousands of their stories constantly with the minimal feeling of passing time. It was a lot once he opened himself up to it, before it was easier.
"Yes, not the situation, but I myself was simple. Either way, perhaps you are right, let us take a walk."
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"mainly just charon. he's been obsessed with italian suits. for mortals, once they've crossed the river styx; their clothes fade away into gray robes." she explains, "the underworld has order, a balance must be kept in order to not prevent chaos from spilling up into the world of the living. there are those that have uniforms like bob for example but most just wear whatever they've died in if they work for my father like soldiers for another example."
jessie learned quickly that her cousin is a buzzkill . a roll to her eyes , jessie puts her hands on her hips as she lets her gaze wander along the buildings around her . " where does all the magic happen ? like so far , this place is like . corporate corner . " jessie notes , stuffing her hands in her pockets . " do people in the underworld wear suits ? "
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she sighs, pressing her fingers to her temple. "i'm sorry...i didn't mean to snap. i'm just frustrated that i can't figure this out." elizabeth puts her hand back down by her side. "that they do but i need to figure this out on my own. although, i could possibly see if they have any books about it. worse case scenario; i'll be hunting down tree nymphs to ask them."
"Damn. Sorry!" Cameron said, holding up her hands as if to shield herself from Elizabeth's temper. She hadn't meant to get on her nerves.
"Have you thought about asking one of the Demeter kids or Mr. D's kids for help? They know plants right?"
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her chest feels tight and she finds it difficult to breathe. she can hear her heart pounding in her ears, feeling like it could burst out of her chest at any second. she has the overwhelming desire to run to her father and bury her face in the fabrics of his robes. she may never release her grip on him in that case. elizabeth takes another step back, legs shaking as she does. the girl does not like that answer for fear that she is becoming as her mortal mother once was. paranoia plaquing her mind, fear invading every thought that enters.
"i-i-i don't this place...i want my daddy..." she stutters, tears pooling in her brown eyes.
Kharon remains still as her question comes, she seems to want something from him that he is not sure he could give her. He dared not meddle in things that were not of his concern. However he has a feeling she might not move if he does not give her something. Tilting his head back up to look towards where she seemed to have heard the voice. It was hard to say, his senses were always overwhelmed by many voices and feelings of the souls in every direction of the Underworld. He could sometimes tune them out but they never fully went away, it would take a lot of effort to sort through them. "Sometimes, things play tricks. And you may hear what you want to hear." He offers, not giving her a direct answer.
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elizabeth does as she is told and with her head resting upon the pillow; she drifts off into a much-needed slumber. she often needs reminding that it is required of her body, her mortal body to rest. such an important aspect of her mortality that she often forgets in this land of the dead ruled by immortals.
hours pass by before she finally awakes, jolting up in the bed. her mind still in a haze as she glances around the unfamiliar room. she relaxes at the sight of persphone and yawns. "i didn't miss anything important did i?"
Persephone smiled and stroked her stepdaughter's hair. She was still concerned by the lack of sleep, Elizabeth was still at least half mortal, and mortals needed sleep. Demigods were not above mortal needs at the best of times.
"Of course, Darling. But not right now, right now I need you to lie down, alright?"
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she chuckles at her words about the son of hermes. fast runners those children of hermes. "oh, i'm sure. i'm just not sure how they'd fair running across the country because you must remember my mortal work is based in california." she notes, writing down eleusine's words so can not forget them. sending cecil would save her a few golden drachmas.
"i have complete faith in you, my dear. i know you'll do well and make your mother proud in the process. it's been a long time coming these changes to this camp and all for the betterment of everyone." a thought does cross her mind about what it would have been like back in her original time...would she have been ridiculed and mocked for whom her father is or because of how strong-willed and independent she is? would she have spent her entire life beneath the earth in her father's domain? probably but persephone's words echo in her head what kind of life is that? to hide away amongst the dead. you have eternity for that; now you must learn what it means to be a demigod, to be alive.
"i'm pretty sure that's going to be cecil, 'cause he's the fastest person i've ever seen. a runner through and through. and it'll be pollux, 'cause he wants to become an animal doctor. not just for pegasi - though they are his main specialty."
eleusine has long since made peace with the fact that her name will not go down in history. not like percy's, or annabeth's, or even grover's. not like luke's.
but if she manages, somehow, to reverse or break lamia's incantation - or find something to circumvent it, to reflect it back, to make it so that none of the children of the divine that come after her will have to spend their lives running, then that's all right.
if she's going to be known for anything, let it be that.
"of course," the younger of the two nods, "thank you, i will not let you down." she watches as a schedule planner appears in miss elizabeth's hands. "i can do either. whatever works best for you."
but yes, she'll start on the wards first and go from there.
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I HAVE RISEN FROM THE DEAD. !!! i got replies in the queue.
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three years she amongst kronos' ranks, by luke castellan's side. she had hoped that one day she'd be able to come clean to him about her true parentage, her true history. she loathed hiding the truth, especially when it came to whom her father is. a daughter proud to call hades, 'father'. how many times she had to dig her nails into her palms, breaking the skin or bite her tongue whenever someone said crude remark against the god of the underworld. she felt as if she could trust no one for the very reason they did not trust her. nico was even apprehensive of her, most likely wishing bianca stood beside him and not her. elizabeth doesn't hold the thought against him. patience is a virtue and she was skilled at playing the long game of waiting.
"this is a new world for me. everything is so different, better in somethings, worse in others. my father wants me to do great things but it is difficult to accomplish those things when i'm feeling like a lost child." she confesses, thinking about how those unclaimed demigods must have felt aboard the princess andromeda.
elizabeth snaps her head towards him, brows furrowed in slight anger. "you should mind your words. you can not outrun mother nature or hide from your misdeeds. those follow you and it can bring negative attention upon yourself. even if you are not found within your lifetime here on the surface; you'll meet your fate after death. everyone always does." her anger fades in a sadness as she looks around the park. one day these souls might be residing in a mind-numbing reality of roaming amongst the trampled grasslands of asphodel. "i fear i'll never how the mortal mind works. how quickly humans resort to hostility and violence against the mother gaea or their fellow mortal souls."
A LIFE OF A DEMIGOD WAS NOT AN EASY ONE. It was already set in stone. They would have to fight their whole lives, or die trying to be normal. Some could pull it off, and many… weren't so lucky. It was almost better for demigods to stay at camp. Which was why he was worried for his own brother’s sake. He wanted to go to college. That frightened him. He didn’t want to lose him to some monster. Sure, one could argue that Hermes might not seem threatening, but really he had some tricks up his sleeves. That extended to his children as well. Still, Connor wouldn’t be able to function properly if something happened to Travis. Please, dad, watch over him when he leaves.
HER LIFE HAD ALWAYS BEEN GUIDED, TOLD WHAT TO DO, and all that training for something she didn’t even want. Now that she was free from it, she had no clue where to start. That was a hard one. Though, he guessed it was the reason why he was drawn to her. She needed that friendly hand, that buddy to tell her things will be okay. In fact, this felt like a crossroad. Maybe Hecate will pay her a visit, or one of her children? Connor wasn’t so sure, but he was here. Maybe he would ask his father to help her, “ Finding your path, or what you wanna do next with yourself, is still finding yourself, ” he shrugged it off, giving a small smile, “ But, I know what you mean. You just got free. It will take some time, but you’ll get on the path you need. Just look out for signs because maybe someone might try to help you. ”
A SMALL CHUCKLE ESCAPED CONNOR AS HIS BLUE EYES FOLLOWED the blades of grass he let the wind carry. His head tilted then, and a small tingle ran down his spine at the name of Gaea. He didn’t like the sound of her name. It made him feel on edge, “ Well, I’m a tricky boy to get a hold of, ” he winked, grinning, “ I can usually get myself out of sticky situations. ” though she was right. Nature was dying as it was. He shouldn’t speed it along.
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Currently recovering from being sick so I’ll be able to get to all drafts in the coming days to fill up the queue.
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"or we take our threads binding us together as a blessing and we begin to heal. our lives don't have to endless boughs of suffering. we've endured enough to last us the next few millenniums. i never thought i'd find someone i'm comfortably able to completely myself around. i know the idea sounds next to impossible but we could use our abilities for good, acknowledge them instead of trying to ignore them."
ㅤㅤ❝𝓢ame sorta lines of fate that brought our friendship together though. We can uh... We can kinda suffer together.❞ Sydney added with a humble laugh toward the end of her sentence. Though it wasn't nice that they were dealing with similar things, they could at least do it together. ❝One step at a time.❞
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❥ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] .
add context to your needs . happy roleplaying !! ♡
“ it seems that you get impossibly more beautiful every single day . ”
“ walk with me in the garden for a while . ”
“ do you recognize any constellations tonight ? ”
“ i notice that you keep looking at my lips . you’re criminally unsubtle . ”
“ i think the kids are awake … ”
“ you’re hogging the blanket . ”
“ you look too beautiful right now , it’s too dangerous to make direct eye contact . ”
“ i painted you . ”
“ i can feel you staring at me . ”
“ will you wash my hair ? ”
“ stop worrying , you look perfect . ”
“ you always smell so sweet . ”
“ i can’t do the dishes if you keep on hugging me . ”
“ well , you’re extra clingy today . ”
“ nothing will hurt you as long as i’m here . ”
“ tell me that story again . ”
“ i just want to hear your voice until i fall asleep … ”
“ here , have my jacket . ”
“ anyplace with you feels like home to me . ”
“ i just can’t stop thinking about you . even when you’re in the next room . ”
“ honestly , you’re hopeless without me . ”
“ i smell something burni— are you trying to make breakfast ? ”
“ i ran you a bath . get in it . ”
“ this necklace reminded me of you . i thought you would like it . ”
“ is it hot in here , or is that just you ? ”
“ can i rest my head in your lap ? ”
“ i love it when you call me that . ”
“ there’s no greater blessing than looking at my child & seeing your eyes . ”
“ let’s just get in the car & drive somewhere . anywhere . ”
“ i missed you at work today . ”
“ shh , just stay still . let me hug you for another few minutes . ”
“ do you remember this song ? ”
“ i’ll give you a massage . ”
“ you can just say that you want to cuddle , you know . ”
“ let me braid your hair . ”
“ i just can’t believe that you’re mine , now . ”
“ no , you’re not going anywhere . you have a fever . ”
“ do you still think about all the crazy stuff we used to do together ? ”
“ every time i wake up & you’re there next to me , i wonder if i’m still dreaming . ”
“ i never really cared about impressing anyone until i met you . ”
“ did you just light a candle ? ”
“ can you zip this up for me ? ”
“ how do you expect me to cover all of these marks you left on me ? ”
“ you’re so cute when you smile like that . ”
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The Secret Circle: Season 1 | Sentence Prompts
feel free to change words and pronouns as needed.
“Oh for God’s sake, spit it out!”
“Find the Circle. The Circle can protect you.”
“Don’t go bragging.”
“I’m gonna brag about you?”
“We don’t kill innocent children.”
“Do I have anything to worry about with you and (name)?”
“Because I’m insecure. And I love you.”
“Because I’m feeling kind of slutty!”
“We haven’t quite worked out the kinks of getting along.”
“I don’t mind being alone. Unlike you (name), I like myself.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
“Some things should be done without magic.”
“Don’t be that pathetic girl who thinks “he will change for me,” they never change.”
“Okay, I got it, he’s a loser, I’m a loser, feel better?”
“My family’s book of shadows.”
“You need my help and to be honest, I never understood why we are not better friends.”
“(Name) was saying some things and I made the mistake of listening.”
“This time, I do what I want. You don’t stop me.”
“You are a one-woman relationship wrecking crew.”
“And you are a bitchy, spoiled little girl who wants to blame me for all of your problems instead of just looking in the mirror.”
“Last time I was here I was drugged, kidnapped and almost killed.”
“I know not everything can be perfect. But I have to believe that it can be.”
“I wouldn’t be here if I could do magic by myself.”
“Do you? Have feelings for (name)?”
“I felt a connection between us the first moment we met.”
“No. Because we’re tough. And we’re dressed kinda slutty.”
“You tried to steal my power.”
“You keep whining about how much you don’t want your dark magic. I was doing you a favor.”
“How does this bitch get a free pass and I get burned at the stake?”
“Of course she did, because she’s a creepy little Stepford ghoul with dark magic and daddy issues.”
“I don’t know where to start. An entire childhood and adolescence of questions.”
“Once dark magic takes a hold of you, it’s impossible to get free.”
“You can’t live in the past. Especially when the present looks like me.”
“If I used your power to do it, you can help me bring (name) back.”
“You’re a witch. Do a spell. Bring him back to life!”
“I’m not God, (name). I can’t just make someone live!”
“The thing is, in the blink of an eye, I feel like everything was perfect, but I can’t remember that feeling.”
“You know, (name)’s right. You really are a drama queen.”
“I guess my taste in guys has hit a new low I never imagined possible.”
“We can’t just sit here and let them get away with this!”
“Things will get better, I promise.”
“My father didn’t love her. He just used her.”
“He used all of our parents and now he’s using us.”
“Why is it always squeaky old dirty places? Why can’t he hide in a mall or a nice hotel?”
“Witch hunters have always been the best way to galvanize witches.”
“You are the only family I have left.”
“No matter where I go, that is never gonna change. But I have got to get our of here.”
“I’ve lost everything. I don’t even know who I am any more.”
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"once again, no. it'll be your own foolishness that will cause your demise. i'll be extra sure to inform your father that i did try to warn you but - " she turns her head to face her cousin, "like your father; you simply refuse to listen." elizabeth rest a hand upon the girl's forearm, "i do not wish to have that conversation with him so please restrain yourself. the underworld is not a tourist attraction but alas i'll entertain you for the time being. what would you like to see first?"
the deadpanned expression is met with a cheeky smile from the redheaded demigod. " you mean you're not gonna pick me up by my collar like a cat and get me outta there ? " jessie laughs , eyelashes fluttering before linking their arms together . " c'mon . it's my first time here , i wanna see the sights . "
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"especially with this day and age, being a traditional hero, isn't for everyone. no one will remember the sacrifices you've made nor will your name be remembered unless you become famous in the outside world." she muses, "such a shame too. there are so many heroes in this camp, now and past, that are long forgotten..." her voice trails off as she thinks of the demigods that came before them. she prays to the fates and her father that they all achieved elysium.
the younger girl's voice snaps her back to the present, "i'm going to put you in charge of teaching the class. i'll oversee a few classes here and there, as my schedule allows." in many ways; elizabeth is just like her father: a workaholic. she snaps her fingers and a schedule planner appears in her hands. she opens the book, glancing over the dates. "we may need to outline a class syllabus over iris message or i can send you lesson plans via hermes express and vise versa. the main focus i would like for you to start on are those wards. even if a demigod doesn't have magic; they are certainly create a ward."
"that's perfectly understandable. the older i get---" and isn't that wild? "---the more i understand that kleios isn't everything. that there is honor and glory to be found, too, in living a quiet life." as quiet as a life of theirs can be, anyway.
"you're welcome." the younger of the two grins, and then she perks up when a magic class is mentioned. even more so when apotropaic wards are mentioned. "you've no idea how glad i am to hear you say those words."
all of them.
"i'm in. whatever you need me to do, i'm in."
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫
“good morning.”
“you stayed.”
“you stayed?”
“i half expected you to leave in the middle of the night.”
“last night was amazing.”
“last night was a mistake.”
“god, you’re incredible.”
“can we just stay in bed all day?”
“i don’t want to get up.”
“is that my shirt?”
“i thought you left.”
“i made you something to eat.”
“you’re not going to just ignore me after this, are you?”
“i would love to see you again. if that’s something that you want.”
“let’s go back to sleep.”
“i left, but only to get some coffee. it’s on the table.”
“i would love to stay, but i have to go to work. can we get some lunch?”
“come back to bed, it’s too warm.”
“i’m really glad that you didn’t leave last night.”
“can i take you out to dinner sometime?”
“did you sleep well?”
“you hog the blankets, you know.”
“can we do this again?”
“can i get a good morning kiss?”
“was last night a mistake?”
“c’mere, we don’t have to get up just yet.”
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「 RP MEME : VARIOUS FF7 REMAKE QUOTES. 」
* change pronouns as needed.
'this was a one-time gig. when we're done, we're done.'
'not interested.'
'hold onto this... this anger, okay?'
'i'll be fine. you've seen how much ass i can kick.'
'but whatever happens, you can't fall in love with me!'
'i am what you see before you.'
'nothing personal... bitch.'
'you are too weak to save anyone... not even yourself.'
'this sky... i don't like it.'
'there is nothing you can do.'
'your options are limited.'
'i'm the one who carried you.'
'can i come? then it's a date!'
'i don't care! i don't want anyone to die, please!'
'a man who serves a great evil is not without sin.'
'i'm not cut out for this crap.'
'if it feels wrong, don't do it.'
'bring it on, bitch.'
'you've made me happier than i could know.'
'do you dream of me?'
'fate is not to be taken lightly.'
'we can beat them!'
'nailed it, i know. thank you. moving on.'
'you owe me a pizza.'
'learn to talk to her.'
'i do things differently. i'll control the world with fear.'
'these hands are a little too stained to carry her anymore.'
'can you not see your future?'
'deep down? you're a pretty nice guy.'
'hang on, guys. we're coming. and you can go to hell!'
'you've gotta be better than this if you're going to play the hero.'
'better late than never!'
'i'm a man of modest dreams. dropping you from seventy stories up would get me damn near to good.'
'sorry i woke you up.'
'that's not true.'
'do you want to stay?'
'careful now.'
'that which lies ahead does not yet exist.'
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@lcngdays sent a raven : Carmenn DeVolay smiles at her. In his arms is a young child, who blinks slowly at her.
"I'm sorry," says Carmen, "Canary insisted on coming over. He wanted to say something to you. Is that okay?"
children weren't something she was accustomed to interacting with. she could never find the correct wording to use with them. they absorbed so much and she didn't want to say the wrong things and traumatize them. she certainly didn't know how to comfort them more than just a couple awkward pats on their back.
she shakes her head, focusing on the small child in his arms, "um, sure. what is it little one?"
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