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Luke:I’m not gonna be one of those whining teenagers who looks at his father and says, “I hate you. I wish you were dead.”

Ethan: But?

Luke: But I hate him and I wish he was dead.

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AU where nobody dies and Ethan lives happily

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[ Bold which of the two traits applies most to your muse! Note that these will not necessarily be opposites! ]

Ambitious // Vindictive

Self-critical // Selfless

Idealistic // Relaxed

Loyal // Innovative

Patient // Neat

Kind // Moody 

Fearful // Open

Frugal // Glamorous

Trusting // Confident  

Methodical // Humorous 

Maternal/Paternal // Callous

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At least Ethan wasn’t alone in his surprise, the look on Percy’s have telling him he was just as shocked as he was. He lets out a low chuckle, raising an eyebrow at the other’s awkwardness. “Yeah, likewise, was sure you would’ve gotten yourself killed by now,” he deadpans, hoping the other would recognize it as a joke.

Honestly, the chances of this meeting was slip at best, so the face that it happened at all was surprising. Percy had merely been following the monsters, and they led him here. Quickly looking him over, the other didn’t look that bad, you know, not too many injuries. Possibly. Once he got the notion that Ethan wasn’t gong to try, and fight him. The sea child capped riptide, and played with the pen a little. “It’s– ah, good to see that you’re in one piece, ” he chirped.

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hello friends i am here

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                                                                           S E L F I S H N E S S

                                can cause

          W A R S

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yo guys sorry about my activity the past couple days, i’ve been doing school things, and practicing for my skating thing this weekend. that said, i’m not gonna be v active this week due to that stuff, so i’m sorry, i’ll get to things when i have the time and motivation :))

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              His voice was like a punch to the stomach, leaving him dying for air. Gods, he had recognized him, what was he supposed to do. Ethan could feel his eyes on him, but he couldn’t seem to move. A rarity to have him so stunned, but he never thought--He was dead to Edmund, to his siblings, he had always tried to think of them in the same way. Edmund, especially. He had been close to him, especially after he found out he was his brother, but he couldn’t have him around anymore. He wasn’t alive, at least, that’s what it was supposed to feel like. A ghost, merely wandering the world. Realities, such as this one, were harsh. Nevertheless, he couldn’t stay stunned, his frozen silence only lasting a few moments before he acted yet again.

               His hand trembled as he put back the magazine he picked up, trying to buy himself more time before he had to speak. What was he supposed to say? Sorry, I didn’t actually die and I was too afraid to go back to camp? That would sound horrible, and would make him a coward. Not that he didn’t think himself of one, but Ethan didn’t want anyone to know that. He was the hero that tried to kill Kronos before it was too late, not the child who switched sides when he wasn’t going to win. No, no, there had to be something better to say. Anything to comfort his brother. He wasn’t a very affectionate person, nor was he all that great at describing his emotions, but he cared about Edmund, more than anything. He was his family. And he had abandoned him. No better than the gods. Ethan clenched his jaw, that was a horrible thought, not one that should be thought. He didn’t care for the gods by any means, but his life was spared. Surely, he had to thank one of them for that. 

               He turned to him, slipping his shaking hands into his pockets. He looked just like he remembered him, intense, strong eyes. They shared that, it must be a family trait. Ethan had never thought about that before, but it only made him feel worse. How could he have turned his back on his family. It was for the greater good, what would have happened if you had gone back? He didn’t know, it terrified him. But, looking at Edmund, who appeared so angry, but most of all H U R T, he couldn’t bare his own actions. He should have been there for his family. He was far better than that.

              “Edmund,” he says, forcing his expression to stay neutral, not wanting to break down in front of all these people, or his brother. Even though he was younger, Ethan had always been the ideal Nemesis son, being able to control his own emotions. Even now, he couldn’t break that. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be the boy Edmund remembered. There needed to be recognition, it was part of the BOND. He needed for there to be a bond, it might be the only way Edmund could forgive him. His head ached along with his heart. 

              Forgiveness. That was what he wanted, what he was afraid of not giving. Better to not give them the chance to reject you, wasn’t it? But now, after letting his death stick with his family, there was hardly a chance of forgiveness. He had shot himself him in the foot. The thought almost made him start to cry. Almost. Using his most gentle voice, trying to ease the situation the best he could, Ethan continued, “Lower your voice, you’re going to attract people’s attention.”

             Working. That was a thing that Edmund did now, rather than stay at Camp year-round. It had been a few years now since that had become the case. There were reasons behind that, but it was best to leave them untouched. So, needless to say, this day was literally just another day at the office. Nothing out of the ordinary was expected, so he was due for a surprise. At present, the son of Nemesis was readying himself to leave for lunch. Alone, of course. The last time that he had left this building with someone else for luncheon, it had been a regrettable decision. Edmund stepped out of his office, closed the door behind him, and peered out into what served as a waiting room of sorts.

             Okay, he did a double-take. There was a raven-haired young man out there. No big deal, right? Wrong. The eye patch grabbed his attention, and he quickly chastised himself. Not everyone with an eye patch is your brother. That’s just idiotic. He’s dead — try harder to remember. It was over the same eye, though. Coincidence was not a thing that he was familiar with. Not wanting to cause a scene, he simply took a few steps closer to the other male. There were so many ways that this could go wrong. One: it wouldn’t be Ethan, and he would have just, rather cautiously, walked up to a complete stranger. This was actually the preferred option, since he believed his brother to be dead. Two: it would be Ethan, and… well, he wasn’t quite sure what he would do. He had better think fast, though, because after getting close enough, his breath caught and his stomach fell.

             ”Are you   f u c k i n g   serious? " That… was louder than he had intended for it to be. It would appear that he was causing that scene that he had been trying to avoid. Can you blame him?

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Luthaaan by Coffee-Way

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Don’t Let It Happen Again. ft Ethan Nakamura

Honored Heroes: Charles Beckendorf , Silena Beauregard

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"You shouldn’t have spared me, Jackson. Mercy has no place in this war."

-Ethan Nakamura

The Battle of the Labyrinth, Rick Riordan

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Dear boyfriend,

Dear Ethan,

I love you. I know i don’t say it often, but i do. I’m broken, and a little dark and sad, but you love me anyway. I’m so grateful for that, because if you weren’t there, here now, i don’t know where i would be. What i would have done. You saved my life in more ways than one. You saved me and i’m still trying to pay you back for it to this day. 

I love you, more than anything in this world. And i don’t know how i got so lucky to have you, to love you. I’m glad i did. I’m glad we met. I’m glad i have you.

I love you, with all my heart and more. I love you. I can’t say it enough, and i don’t say it enough, and I’m sorry for that. I’m just a little scared to open up, to let down those walls that we’re the only thing that held me together after that place.But you’re patient and you’re slowly replacing those walls with yourself, and it scares me a little. In a good way i think. 

I’ve never loved someone as much as i love you. And i don’t think i ever will.

I love you.

~Basil

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Dear boyfriend

letters home

Dear boyfriend,

                             Where do I even start? For a “Ghost King” of sorts, you awfully full of sunshine and optimism. In fact, you’re so cheery, it makes me ill, but it’s worth it. I’ve never been good at describing my emotions, but I’ll try to describe how I feel about you in just a few sentences: I ache for you, a lot, despite how embarrassing that is to say. While I’m generally the master of my emotions, you seem to take my heart for a joy ride without even meaning to. I couldn’t stop caring about you if I tried. Not that I would ever want to; I never want to live another day without you. Each minute spent apart seems wasted, and dull. You’re more important than the gods themselves, Basil Di Angelo.

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Dear person I had a crush on (laughs)

letters home

Dear crush,

                        You were my leader, through and through. In the Hermes Cabin, and then out, I followed you anywhere. I don’t regret that, but I just wish you had some better plans. I wanted to follow you, not a Titan, but I guess that’s what happens. I just wish I could have seen you again, one last time.

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I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box. Dear person I hate, Dear person I like, Dear ex boyfriend, Dear ex girlfriend, Dear ex bestfriend, Dear bestfriend, Dear *anyone*, Dear Santa, Dear mom, Dear dad, Dear future me, Dear past me, Dear person I’m jealous of, Dear person I had a crush on, Dear girlfriend, Dear boyfriend, Dear son Dear daughter Dear future child Dear sibling

letters to you

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Starter Call for HP verse!

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Go anon and pretend to be my character's child.