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about thalia. // open to m/f/nb → plotless …!  ( suggestion: strangers, friends, acquaintances, fellow camper, etc. )

The last good party that Thalia had went to was in her hometown of Las Vegas, Nevada. It was about time to change that. One of the Dionysus kids had mentioned something about a rager at a college in Manhattan. There was no way she would be missing this. After a long two hour drive on her motorbike, she finally arrived. Parking her bike a good way away from the party, taking off her bike helmet, and walking towards the address, Thalia took in the atmosphere. the blaring loud music and the large crowd of people in one house was a rush. A smirk grew on her face as she delved into the crowd, she was beginning to feel her recent worries wash away with the music. This would be the best night Thalia would have in a while.

After an hour of dancing to deafening music and a few minutes of chatting strangers up, Thalia decided to take a break downstairs. As she scaled down the stairs, the feel in the lower level was a stark difference from upstairs. Sure, you could still hear the booming music from upstairs, but it was calmer down here. It looked like most of the people down here were also taking a break and some were even having a calm conversation with a person or two. She decided to lean against the arm of the couch, relaxing a little. “Not as good as Vegas, but — jeez — that was such a rush.” Thalia mumbled into her cup as she took a drink. 

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presquevu:

Her thirst for power was insatiable; adevastating explosion waiting to happen. Whether she was honing her powers forgood or for evil, one can never be sure. One thing was certain: she was goingto make the most out of being a demigod. Consequently, it meant everyone was fairgame. Julia raised her chin higher, leveling her gaze with his. As he beckonedcloser to her, their height difference, and her petite frame, became apparent.Nonetheless, it wasn’t enough to intimidate her. “You looked like an easytarget. Too focused, ergo susceptible to an unexpected attack. You should thankme. This means you need to sharpen your senses.” She lifted a finger, summoningan arrow from the rack. With wave, the girl sent the arrow straight into thebullseye. “Besides, the only one I could’ve hurt is your ego.”

Marco had a hard time at losing. He wasn’t a sore-loser, per say. But, he just couldn’t lose. It was in his blood. A gift from the gods - his mother, in particular. Upon being athletic and talented in that field, he never usually played tricks or pranks on people like some other jocks. Instead, he focused on his own abilities; especially in the arena. “-I can’t help how focused I am,” He retorted. “I either go big or go home,” He explained and then scoffed and fought hard not to roll his eyes. “...I should thank you? I think I’d rather pass,” Marco commented. “I’ll take my chances,” He watched as the arrow moved through the air upon Julia’s command. When it hit the bullseyes, he had to admit he was a little impressed. He could recognize talent where it stood. “Besides, it’s not my ego I’m worried about. Yours seems pretty big. Higher they stand, harder they fall, though, right?”

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I feel like Hermes’ title as God of trickery and thieves can be so misunderstood.

He’s less about crooks and criminals and more about helping those in need. He’s about rooting for the underdog. He’s the epitome of stealing from the rich to give to the poor.

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about astrid. // open to m/f/nb → plotless …!  ( suggestion: strangers, friends, half-siblings, fellow camper, etc. )

Inside the Stables, Astrid stood in front of a certain Pegasus. She had an apple in her hand and offered it out to the winged horse. She couldn’t help but chuckle as the animal began eating the treat. When Astrid speaks, she talks to the horse, not thinking that there’s anybody else around. “...Now, don’t tell anyone I gave you a treat, okay? The others will get jealous.”

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character concept: two people who have been reincarnated for thousands of years and have always found eachother but instead of being in love they just fucking hate eachother

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do you indie rp?

yes, i do !! i can be found at: @paracosmiics, @killthenighthq, @bellevuehq, and @fatallyxflawed !!

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Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953) dir. Howard Hawks

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i’d love some replies to these following starters !! x, x, x, and x. thanks !!

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“You can’t just accept a because, can you?” Rhis sighed. “Just because I might win doesn’t mean that it’s a good idea. If you got hurt, I would be responsible and Lady Artemis would not be pleased.” The Hunter let the shadows melt away, back into their normal positions. Then, with a quick motion, she solidified a shadow into a sword, “If you really want this, draw your weapon.”

“Nope,” Samara responded, ignoring the other girl’s sigh. “I meant that you might win, so, you have nothing to lose, right?” She explained and then huffed when the topic of Artemis was brought up. “Screw the gods,” Samara claimed. “And what they think...” Samara watched as the shadows shifted once again - turning into a weapon that wasn’t there moments before. Samara pulled her sword out of her hilt, something she was still getting better at everyday, but strong still nonetheless. She walked carefully to the left, circling her new opponent. sword tipped upward; ready. After a moment of deliberation, Samara lunges and swings for Rhis’s right side. “-Dodge this!”

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Sorority. Amelia wasn’t even sure how she landed herself in such a position to be a part of a sorority. She wasn’t the sort of person who cared about the faux boisterous nature of the organisations or the hypocrisy behind it all. She was usually the sort to pave her own path and had avoided such organisations because they restricted her individualistic nature. But, networking was essential so, here she was. Standing in the shadows with a glass of beer clutched between her slender digits. Her maroon leather jacket, a gift from her brother, and black jeans not quite ‘fitting in’ with the her sorority sisters’ dresses, then again it wouldn’t be Amelia if she didn’t push her way through with her individualism. The only thing that did conform to the whole shebang were her boots. It made her tower over many of the women present there as she was already a pretty decent five feet seven, in height. The music was grating at her nerves and she was just thinking ‘Jazz would’ve been so much better’ when she realised that she had a companion, who was now speaking to her. Snapping out of her thoughts, Amelia tilted her head towards the woman and smirked in agreement, letting out a huff of a chuckle. “You’re not the only one. It’s been grating at my nerves ever since I’ve stepped in. My Saphira would probably sing better than this,” she jested before adding with a short laugh, “Saphira is my cat.” Thalia was someone that Amelia always found interesting and the former’s comment about being an old soul definitely resonated with Amelia, for she herself was one. Before they could converse more, they were called and Amelia heaved a discreet sigh. The other woman’s smile though made up for the irritation that pricked at Amelia’s brain momentarily and made the latter reciprocate with a warm smile of her own. “Sure, I’d love to,” she replied, gesturing for Thalia to lead, chuckling at her comment, before she threw back the rest of her drink in one large swig and followed, picking up another glass of beer on the way. “Truth or dare…what are we? In high-school?” She whispered to Thalia with a roll of her eyes.

If anything, no matter how small it was, Thalia was attracted to Amelia’s style. They both never seemed to be the perfect clones that their sorority sisters were. They both were fond of leather jackets and tight jeans. She was even fond of Amelia’s booties as well, but she didn’t feel the need to point it out. “It’s just not my style of music, I guess,” She explained. “-Saphira’s a really cute name for a cat,” Thalia complimented off-handedly before stealing little glances of Amelia; even catching the slight sigh that she exhaled. Thalia was very observant, so when the blonde smiled, Thalia smiled back. “...Really? Great,” She commented and then took the lead by reaching out and pulling at Amelia’s hand, getting her to follow, stopping by the drinks table to refresh their beverages. Thalia laughed, not holding back. “Yeah, you know, I think you just described what it’s like being in a sorority... Very much high-school vibes,” She laughed again as they took seats in the circle that was forming. Seeing as they arrived at the same time as others, but they were sticking out, and the head sister seemed to fixate on Thalia until she spoke out and made Thalia pick first in the game. She sighed, flicked some hair out of her face, and then nodded. “All right, I’ll go first...” She thought about who to choose and figured she’d just choose Amelia because she was literally right next to her. She looked over at the blonde. “Well, Amelia, I choose you. Truth or dare?”

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“Why not exactly?” Samara persisted, asking for a spar between the two of them. She had a bad habit of not taking no for an answer. She could tell that the Huntress was getting annoyed, especially when she clocked shadows coming to the Princess’ side. She knew that Rhianon was talented in this right, and wanted to see just how powerful she was. And, after all, if you wanted to be the best, you had to go up against the best to prove it. “You’ll probably win a spar between us anyways, right? So, what do you have to lose?”

Hunter of Artemis or not, the Danish princess was having a hard time dealing with the person in front of her. “For the last time–no.” Her poise was threatening, shadows shifting around her; adhering to her sides.

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————  that’s what being a DEMIGOD was all about, not quite belonging in the mortal world or on MOUNT OLYMPUS but trying to make p e a c e with both sides of their nature .  /  independent & semi-selective  multi-muse  from  the  percy  jackson  and  the  olympians  series .

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about charlene. // open to m/f/nb → plotless …!  ( suggestion: strangers, friends, half-siblings, fellow camper, etc. )

Charlene ran her fingers over the various dresses hanging from the rack in one of her favorite boutiques in the city, humming a little to herself as she did. Everything was so nice, and looked so pretty, she wanted to take all of it, but she knew she should probably leave some things for other people. She looked at the numbers on the little tag hanging from the little tab on the inside of the dress, making a face. It was the amount of money that needed to be paid in order to be able to take whatever it was home, though she still didn’t understand why all that was needed. After all, it was rather too expensive. Charlene walked over to the sunglasses, picked up a pair and looked them over, humming as she pulled them on and turned to look at herself in the mirror, feeling a presence beside her and she turned; smiling. “How do I look?”