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emeris   augustine   !

THEY  SIDLE  UP  to  the  building,  chocolate  gaze  locked  on  the  building  itself  rather  than  the  lights  that  mark  the  presence  of  the  police.  ’  not  you  believing  in  ghost  stories  these  days,  asa,  ’  emeris  drawled,  squinting  a  bit  as  they  watch  police  and  others  scurry  around  the  building.  they’d  sent  a  couple  of  people  to  cause  a  little  mischief  and  lure  the  police  to  the  opposite  side  of  tartarus  and  it  had  worked  like  a  charm.  ’  most  of  the  time,  casper  dosen’t  require  police  presence.  he’s  a  friendly  ghost  after  all.  ’  emeris  wasn’t  though,  and  there  was  no  attempt  to  hide  the  sly  smile  that  spread  across  their  features  over  a  job  well  done.  ’  where’d  you  get  that  sandwich  ?  i  think  i  want  one.  ’

her   shoulders   tensed   slightly   at   the   approach   of   an   unfortunately   familiar   face,   fingers   flexing   against   the   instinct   to   reach   for   one   of   her   knives.   emeris   was   dangerous,   a   sore   spot   to   boot,   but   they   didn’t   pose   a   threat,   weren’t   starting   a   fight.   for   now.   if   anyone   had   a   right   to   some   superstitions,   it   was   her,   but   she   didn’t   voice   that   thought,   instead   replying   wryly,   “oh,   my   old   man   would   be   happy   if   i   found   a   little   faith.”   she   hadn’t   spoken   to   him   in   ...   so   long.   it   was   a   complicated   situation.   “he   might   be,   but   i   don’t   think   you   are.”   they   wouldn’t   be   looking   like   a   cat   who   got   the   cream   if   that   wasn’t   the   case.   “mm.   little   hole   in   the   wall   sub   joint   three   blocks   back.   i’m   sure   the   health   department   hates   it,   but   it’s   good.”

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josefina   flores   !

she didn’t know why she thought she could go and grab take out without something going astray. the red and blue flicker of emergy is something she knows all too well, but at least she’s off the clock and not on call tonight. she’d planned on just ignoring the scene, taking her sushi to her car and just heading home, until she spots a familiar soul nearby. moving forward, she takes out her earphones only to raise her brows at the suggestion. her own gaze settles on the building, the corner of her mouth turning upwards. “a ghost attack would be a lot more exciting than what those sirens usually mean.”  

she   nods   a   greeting   as   she   recognizes   josefina,   slight   smile   becoming   easier,   more   comfortable.   she   wouldn’t   call   the   two   of   them   close,   but   she's   more   relaxed   around   her   fellow   souls,   knows   what   to   do   with   them.   she   used   to   find   tartarus’   everyday   violence   plenty   exciting,   a   fun   part   of   the   routine,   but   now   she   tends   to   agree   with   her.   “a   little   excitement   could   be   fun.   spice   things   up.”   the   thought   of   hauntings   leads   her   to   zane   titan’s   stupid,   probably   horny   ghost   back   from   the   grave,   an   idea   that   almost   makes   her   smile   grow,   but   she   won’t   say   it   aloud.   “i’m   sure   some   of   the   boys   would   love   to   try   to   fight   a   ghost.”

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amisa   hunter   !

sirens and ambulances were hardly anything new in tartarus. it seemed like every other weekend there was some kind of bust up at one of the clubs, dealers getting caught on sidewalks, or some crime scene being found. still, it never failed to intrigue misa. they were on their way out of oceanus when they caught sight of the apartment, suddenly glad that when they first moved out of home, they hadn’t chosen that block. they’re surprised when the other person nearby comments, gaze flicking over to her. “okay, but now i really want to do a ghost tour through that building if that’s the case.”  

she   snorted   quietly,   gaze   briefly   flickering   back   over   to   the   scene   as   someone   was   moved   into   an   ambulance   before   she   returned   her   attention   to   her   new   company.   “it’s   not   a   bad   idea.   i’m   sure   that   the   landlord   would   jump   at   the   opportunity   for   a   little   cash.”   she   had   never   been   too   much   of   a   believer   in   ghosts,   but   it   could   be   interesting.   maybe   they   would   make   a   little   haunted   house.   she   could   appreciate   a   cheesy   scare   ---   not   for   herself,   really,   but   to   send   her   friends   through.   “try   them   when   it’s   closer   to   halloween.”

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Just play something.

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closed   for   eerie   zhao   /   @underdcrkness​​​   !

tonight,   donny   holds   court   in   maximo’s,   sitting   in   the   corner   booth   like   an   old   don   in   a   martin   scorsese   movie.   (   he’s   never   liked   them,   but   he   can   appreciate   a   fun   cliche.   )   he   glances   up   from   his   plate   when   someone   sits   with   him,   face   splitting   with   a   smile   when   he   recognizes   eerie.   they’re   a   good   stallion,   resourceful,   loyal,   &   he’s   always   had   a   soft   spot   for   kids.   “eerie   !   tell   me   you’ve   got   some   good   news   for   me.   how   are   you   ?   “

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closed   for   lux   titan   /   @ambrcsia​​​   !

“hey,   pumpkin,”   he   greets   with   a   smile   as   lux   steps   into   the   room.   he   leans   against   the   kitchen   island,   picking   halfheartedly   at   an   orange.   he   peels   off   another   slice,   offering   it   to   her.   “you   have   any   plans   for   tonight   ?   there’s   a   lasagna   in   the   oven.”   he   only   really   picked   up   cooking   after   he   &   amelie   had   their   kids,   figuring   that   it   was   only   fair   that   he   pulled   more   weight   around   the   house,   despite   being   able   to   hire   staff   easily   enough.   he’s   come   to   like   it   by   now,   comfortable   in   the   kitchen.

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desmond   titan   !

     𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 out of venturing outside of his territory, and even less of coming whenever one of his brothers calls — brother, singular, he has to remind himself —,  but that’s exactly what he’s doing. he is not ready to acknowledge why it had been so easy for donny to get him there. ❛  i respect your dedication to the role, captain. but don’t you still have a perfectly functioning house where we could have met?  ❜ he’s asking when the other interrupts him. there’s a satisfaction at the older titan’s annoyance that is very much reminiscent of being the younger brother, but he’s certain donny feels his own variation of that at using the nickname. he doesn’t rush the steps that take him on board, but donny is right, they have a lot to talk about. the man is the only one who understands what he’s feeling and who knows what he wants. ❛  have some manners, at least offer me a drink,  ❜ he requests as soon as he’s face to face with his brother. desmond doesn’t ask how the other is doing, but sharp eyes study the man searching for a non-verbal answer. 

anyone   who   didn’t   know   donny   would   say   that   he   looks   fine.   but   the   telltale   signs   are   there   for   a   keen   eye   ---   split   callouses   on   his   hands,   the   light   dimmed   in   his   eyes,   a   hint   of   strain   in   the   flash   of   smile   he   gives.   small   things   that   don’t   quite   add   up   to   the   persona   he   usually   projects.   he   doesn’t   stop   moving   for   even   a   moment,   fingers   tapping   on   the   rail.   “well,   i   don’t   exactly   have   a   minibar   on   here   ...   “   he   leans   over   &   flips   open   a   hatch   on   one   of   the   benches,   revealing   a   well   stocked   cooler   as   he   grins,   “but   you   can   always   take   your   pick.”   this   boat   is   donny’s   classic   ---   it’s   not   one   of   his   yachts,   not   for   parties.   an   old   sailboat   just   for   him,   one   of   his  oldest,   &   largely   true   to   the   original   simple   design,   but   he   has   to   have   some   little   luxuries.   he   installed   it   himself.   he   doesn’t   snag   a   drink,   instead   undoing   the   mooring,   hauling   the   rope   back   onboard,   getting   the   engine   started.   when   they’re   safely   out   of   the   harbor,   some   of   the   tension   leaves   his   shoulders   as   he   takes   a   deep   breath   in   &   forces   himself   to   relax   some.   he’s   in   his   element.   he’s   alright.   “what   a   fucking   time,   huh   ?   “   no   small   talk.   right   to   the   point.

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amelie   laurent   -   titan   !

      to most, donny would be considered unpredictable - a perfect storm of rage and chaos cast in taut muscle and a winning smile. but she has always been able to read him. see through the fury to what lies beneath; the damaged man trying to put together the pieces of himself. she knows, understands, his choices. and now, in a time like this, she knows exactly where he’ll go to clear his head and let loose some of that anger burning in him. 

      careful steps navigate their way belowdeck, doing her best to not trip on debris left in his wake. she needn’t announce herself, there aren’t many that would want to keep him company here. donny titan with a sledgehammer in his hands is a risk to anyone other than those he loves. cerulean hues look him over, dust in his hair and dirt marring his skin - more important is the exhaustion she reads in his features, a world weariness that has not come from battering a hole in his boat. 

        “theseus’ ship.” she repeats, arms folding loosely across her chest. “i’ve heard it.” and she can see why it might hold some weight with him now. though, truly, she recognises it as a distraction technique - a way to avoid the harder questions that she may raise. “well…i guess the question is really; does the boat matter because of it’s parts or because of what it means to people ??” amelie counters, tilting her head. “does this-” she kicks a piece of wall debris with her boot. “matter ?? or is it just a part of something more ??” she knows what she believes. that people change, every inch of skin and bone is constantly changing, but the soul - that piece that makes a person truly themselves. that is unwavering.

donny   doesn’t   have   many   people   who   understand   him   ---   he   doesn’t   let   many   people   understand   him,   not   all   of   him.   he’s   a   complicated   person,   &   not   one   who   likes   opening   up,   explaining   himself.   amelie,   however,   has   always   been   his   confidante,   even   if   she   is   no   longer   his   wife.   he   doesn’t   want   or   need   saving.   but   a   shoulder   to   lean   on   ?   more   than   he   would   admit.   he’s   a   lucky   man   to   have   her   in   his   life,   to   have   her   for   his   family.  

he   considers   her   return   question   for   a   moment,   still   studying   the   splinters,   still   contemplating   further   violence.   “both,”   he   says   finally,   voice   rough.   “the   meaning   is   important,   but   ...   the   bones   have   a   meaning   to   them,   too.   it’s   just   the   matter   of   picking   your   brand   of   nostalgia.”   he   frowns   faintly,   then   turns   to   look   at   her   for   the   first   time,   leaning   against   an   unbroken   wall.   “i’d   say   it’s   the   same   ship.   won’t   feel   entirely   the   same,   but   ...   things   always   change.   you   can’t   control   it.”   he’s   an   easygoing   man,   most   of   the   time,   doesn’t   crave   control.   power,   though.   power   is   a   necessity,   something   he   learned   a   long   time   ago   is   only   way   of   maintaining   safety,   &   no   man   can   have   power   over   death.  

“i   think   i   might   burn   this   thing   down,”   he   says   lazily,   attempting   for   a   casual   tone   in   a   sentence   that   feels   anything   but.   “i   have   a   gas   can   in   the   back   of   my   car,   matches.   i   could   do   it.”   he   isn’t   sure   that   he   wants   to,   isn’t   sure   that   he   doesn’t.   it   could   be   nice,   to   start   over   with   something   new,   or   to   go   back   to   the   old.   he’s   tired   of   planning.   he’s   so   tired.

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donny "poseidon" titan

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“Your sibling, after all, is the only other person in the world who understands how fucked up your parents made you.”

— Deb Caletti, The Nature of Jade

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asa "achilles" aristos

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open   for   all   /   @tartarusreblogs​​​   !

asa   tucks   her   free   hand   into   her   pocket   as   she   stands   on   the   sidewalk,   a   sandwich   held   in   the   other.   across   the   street,   police   &   ambulance   lights   flicker   in   the   darkness   outside   of   a   rundown   apartment   building.   the   chaos   inside   isn’t   her   work,   for   once,   &   she   isn’t   entirely   certain   if   she’s   paused   to   watch   because   she’s   curious   or   bored.   she   glances   over   when   someone   else   stops   to   observe,   swallowing   her   bite.   “i’ve   heard   that   the   building   is   haunted,”   she   says   dryly,   lips   twisting   with   a   hint   of   a   smile   as   she   glances   briefly   over   at   them.   “maybe   there   was   a   ghost   attack.”

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closed   for   sara   titan   /   @stitcns​​​​​   !

there   are   plenty   of   pretty   faces   in   olympus   tonight,   but   donny   has   his   sights   set   on   one   :   sara.   zane’s   been   in   the   grave   for   long   enough   that   donny   can   go   back   to   occasionally   fucking   the   man’s   ex,   right   ?   he   almost   laughs   aloud   at   the   sharply   sarcastic   thought,   but   tonight   he’s   in   little   mood   for   humor.   murder   accusations   can   have   a   way   of   killing   his   cheer   ---   at   least   when   family   was   involved,   that   is.   he   sits   down   beside   her   at   the   bar,   resting   his   elbows   on   the   bar,   the   slight   smile   he   gives   her   entirely   sardonic.   “i   was   going   to   ask   you   how   you’re   feeling,   but   please,   let   me   know   if   you’re   gonna   accuse   me   of   fratricide   again,   ‘cause   then   i   can   make   the   night   easier   for   the   both   of   us   &   skip   right   to   the   part   where   i   start   yelling   obscenities.“

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well. today my study break consisted entirely of sketching this image

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✱   ╱   zoe   kravitz   +   cis   female   +   she   /   her   ━   if   you   happen   to   find   yourself   stuck   in   tartarus,   make   sure   you   don’t   run   into   ASA   ARISTOS   there.   the   THIRTY   -   ONE   year   old   has   made   quite   the   reputation   for   themselves   under   their   alias   as   ACHILLES,   a   CAPO   OF   ASSASSINS   &   CLEANERS   for   THE   SOULS.   while   their   enemies   often   describe   them   as   arrogant   &   disillusioned,   their   syndicate   would   say   that   they’re   unbeatable   &   candid.   they   DO   NOT   think   that   zane   was   murdered,   but   they’ll   be   keeping   that   to   themselves   for   now.   (   sharp   eyes   that   make   smart   men   run   for   cover,   gold   glinting   in   sunlight,   the   adrenaline   rush   of   sprinting   as   fast   as   you   can,   love   worth   dying   for,   the   unforgivable   price   of   honor   )   elodie   +   24   +   she   /   they   +   est.

STATISTICS   .

full   name   asa   temperance   aristos

nicknames   ace,   achilles,   angel,   cap

sexuality   bisexual

birthplace   tartarus,   california

date   of   birth   june   13

zodiac   gemini

PERSONALITY   .

the   asa   that   was   &   the   asa   that   is   are   entirely   different   creatures.   there   is   still   something   untameable   to   her,   a   ferocity,   a   simmering   anger   ---   but   she   has   learned   the   price   of   unending   fury   the   hard   way.   she   has   taken   the   lesson   to   heart.   she   was   always   larger   than   life,   proud,   ambitious,   defiant,   untouchable   both   in   the   field   &   behind   closed   doors.   if   she   hadn’t   been   such   an   exceptional   soldier,   hadn’t   inspired   loyalty   in   her   fellow   killers   &   given   hers   in   return,   she   would   have   been   envied,   loathed.   she   had   flashes   of   kindness,   never   betrayed   her   word,   revealed   a   sly   little   sense   of   humor   with   a   mischievous   smile,   but   stayed   a   fundamental   force   of   nature,   cool   &   unbothered   until   she   wasn’t.  

left   now   in   the   rubble,   picking   up   the   pieces   of   herself   that   her   anger   has   left   behind,   she   does   not   seem   so   golden,   so   divine.   she   no   longer   believes   in   her   own   myth,   has   a   grounded   quality   to   her   now,   a   wisdom.   a   slow   tiredness.   you   could   say   that   she’s   mellowed   slightly.   she   is   still   bluntly   honest,   unbearably   straightforward,   but   not   so   uncaring   of   the   impact.   rueful,   wry,   jagged   around   the   edges,   careful   of   her   own   brand   of   morality.   she   treasures   the   little   moments   of   life   she   has   now,   soaks   up   the   sunlight   like   a   dandelion   sneaking   up   through   cracks   in   the   pavement.   she   doesn’t   always   see   the   point   to   carrying   on,   but   she   will   do   so   nonetheless,   has   committed   herself   to   steady   breaths   in   &   out,   has   found   a   cause   she   considers   worthy.

she   is   still   dangerous.   you   can   use   a   spear   for   a   walking   stick,   but   it   will   not   change   its   nature.   she   might   not   relish   the   violence   anymore,   but   she   is   utterly   capable,   utterly   confident   in   her   own   ability.   she   will   always   be   known   for   her   passion,   but   she’s   turned   tactical,   crafty.   she   is   evolving.   there   remains   an   endless   pit   of   pain   waiting   in   the   core   of   her,   but   it   is   far   removed,   disconnected.   she   is   trying   to   drown   it   out.   she   will   still   never   be   anyone   but   herself.  

HISTORY   .

tw   :   murder

the   aristos   family   were   old   friends   of   the   titans,   original   members   of   the   syndicate.   asa   was   raised   with   a   silver   spoon   in   one   hand   &   a   knife   in   the   other.   her   parents’   marriage   crumbled   before   she   could   walk,   &   she   was   raised   by   her   father,   although   she   visited   her   mother   frequently,   &   everyone   agreed   that   she   was   her   spitting   image,   the   same   eyes,   the   same   ice.

asa   joined   the   titans   as   a   soldier   at   eighteen,   ready   to   serve,   ready   to   kill.   she   became   an   unparalleled   assassin,   taking   pride   in   her   work,   almost   believing   in   the   whispers   of   her   own   invulnerability.   she   swore   an   oath   to   the   titans,   &   asa   always,   always   keeps   her   oaths.   when   the   souls   &   the   stallions   split   from   the   family,   she   was   righteously   angry,   refused   any   offer   to   leave   ---   even   when   her   lover   did,   becoming   one   of   the   original   souls.   she   wouldn’t   speak   to   them,   wouldn’t   listen.   when   they   were   killed   in   an   early   clash   with   the   titans,   her   last   words   to   them   had   not   been   kind   ones.  

sing,   muse,   of   the   rage   of   achilles.   when   she   heard,   it   was   of   little   surprise   to   anyone   that   her   vengeance   came   swiftly.   she   systematically   tracked   down   &   killed   their   murderer,   switching   to   a   devoted   soul   overnight.   it   took   time   to   gain   the   trust   of   the   small   syndicate,   but   she   was   more   than   content   to   leave   a   trail   of   titan   blood   in   her   wake   while   she   did   so,   lashing   out   viciously   in   her   grief.   when   the   red   faded   from   her   vision,   when   the   world   stopped   crumbling   underneath   her   feet,   she   was   left   with   no   choice   but   to   build   a   new   life   for   herself.   to   decide   who   she   wanted   to   be.

she   had   made   so   many   mistakes.   lost   love   that   she   could   never   regain,   changed   in   ways   that   could   never   be   undone.   she   had   to   embrace   the   change,   had   to   accept   the   regret.   if   she   could   have   left   the   life   of   crime,   she   would   have,   but   she   was   in   too   deep,   but   her   love   had   believed   in   the   souls   too   fiercely.   she   took   up   their   cause,   worked   her   way   up   through   the   ranks,   the   only   gift   she   could   try   to   give   them.   she   has   not   lost   her   sharpness,   but   she   has   learned   so   much.

she   doesn’t   think   zane   was   killed.   she   thinks   he   was   foolish   &   frivolous   &   overdosed,   &   she   has   no   care   for   him.   no   care   for   any   of   the   titans,   even   if   she   doesn’t   hate   them   as   fiercely   as   she   once   did.

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Don’t come back, you fuckin’ bitch! 

HIGH FIDELITY 1.07, "Me Time" DIR. Jeffrey Reiner

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