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            ˚            ᵗᵃˡᵉ ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵖʰᵉᶜʸ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏˢ ᵒᶠ        :        " 𝚒𝚝’𝚜   𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊   𝚋𝚎   𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎.   𝚠𝚎’𝚕𝚕   𝚐𝚎𝚝   𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.   " 

             [     ...     ]               𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄   prepared   them   for   this       —     simmering   hit   that   peels   at   their   skin,     dread   bubbling   in   their   stomach,     threatening   to   spill   and   suffocate   whatever   is   left   out   of   their   lives.     shortlived   as   it   has   been,     at   least   it   was   worth   while     ...     at   least   he   was   spending,     what   could   very   much   be   his   last,     dying   breaths,     with   his   hand   tightly   claspted   around   @achespink's   own.     tartarus   is   worse   than   any   hell   mere   mortals   could   have   conjured     :     and   they   were   stuck,     perhaps   even   for   all   eternity.     damnation   underneath   their   feet,     the   scent   of   rot   lingering   through   the   air   a   remembrance   of   who   they're   going   against.     he   has   gone   cold,     fractions   of   himself   breaking   the   longer   they   stays   buried   within   hades'   abyss.     flickers   of   light   no   longer   linger   along   emerald   greens,     with   percy   staring   back   at   her   as   a   semblance   of   everything   he   has   been   casting   to   his   shadow.     all   the   rotten   spoils   of   himself   he's   refused   to   show.     all   the   bits   and   pieces   that   would   have   many   consider   him   as   a   villain.     "     we   have   to.     even   if   it's   the   last   thing   i   do,     i'm   going   to   get   us   out   of   here,     "     if   not   him,     at   least   her.     a   squeeze       —     silent   reminder   that   he's   still   human.     most   of   him   is.     "     no   one   is   going   to   stop   us.     no   one   will   dare   to.     i   promise,     "

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             [     ...     ]               𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖   𝐓𝐎   𝐓𝐇𝐄   marrow   of   his   bones,     the   currents   underneath   his   feet   sings   a   siren   song     :     calling   him   home.     where   he's   always   meant   to   be.     where   he's   never   truly   felt   alone,     no   matter   if   he   truly   is   the   only   thing   breathing   between   the   passing   waves.     it   shifts   and   pushes   in   a   rythmic   staccato,     one   that   can   only   truly   be   read   by   him,     who   was   birthed   from   salt   and   sea       —     who   can   never   truly   find   it   in   himself   to   be   amicable with   what   is,     and   always   seeks   out   for   what   could   be.     even   in   the   middle   of   the   vast   ocean,     there   is   nothing   that   can   ever   truly   be   at   ease.     stillness   that   is   never   to   be,     peace   that   is   always   just   out   of   reach.     "     not   your   thing,     huh     ?     you   swim,     di   angelo     ?     "     he   kicks   his   feet   to   the   other   male's   direction,     a   splash   barely   managing   to   hit   the   material   clung   to   nico's   skin.     they   can't   be   more   different.     sometimes   percy   wonders   if   they'll   ever   find   it   in   themselves   to   meet   in   the   middle.     "     why'd   you   bring   me   here     ?     "     why   are   you   staying     ?     the   longer   you   linger,     the   more   i'll   start   thinking   that   you   don't   actually   hate   me.     maybe   even   quite   the   opposite.     with   his   words,     percy   toes   the   line     ...     maybe   the   middle   is   closer   than   he   thought.     "     was   it   that   obvious     ?     that   i   needed   to   get   out   of   there     ?        "

PERCYJACKSON  .  .  .     001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .

            straight out of the depths of hell,  he takes percy to a private los angeles beach in lieu of a proper apology.  it's not his favorite place,  but this isn't for nico.  he unlaces his chunky boots,  stuffs his socks into them,  folds his jeans below his knees,  and steps into the water.  cold waves lap at his ankles and as his toes sink into soft sand,  he starts to regret every decision he's made to put himself in this position.  there is nothing soothing about the sea  —  it's tempestuous,  ruthless,  unrestrained,  fathomless.  who can face this great expanse and not inherit its loneliness  ?  is that why @persefs is the way he is  ?  god hunter is what he'd heard most recently directed at the son of the seas.  nico grimaces,  shuffles backwards,  away from the setting sun over the horizon and the water that wants to swallow him up and spit his bones back out.     "     you have fun,     "     he calls to percy.     "     i'm tired.  i'll be here.     "     i won't leave,  unsaid.

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             [     ...     ]               𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒   𝐈𝐍   a   sharp   inhale,     brims   parted   for   a   moment   yet   no   witty   retort   follows        —     sarcasm   traded   for   empathy,     a   rather   uncommon   barter   when   it   concerns   clarisse.     not   even   they've   never   truly   been   the   best   of   friends,     much   closer   to   bickering   foes   than   anything   else     :     not   many   who   have   faced   the   wrath   of   the   daughter   of   ares   have   lived   to   tell   the   tale,     and   percy   is   one   of   the   lucky   few   who   had   been   rebirthed   through   the   torment.     "     wait,     you're     ...     you're   serious     ?     "     he   pauses,     anticipating   a   mirthless   laugh       —     the   roll   of   her   eyes   in   rehearsed   spite,     perhaps   even   a   shove   to   his   shoulder     ...     remnants   of   who   they   once   were,     of   who   their   scared,     younger   selves   were   weaponised to   be.     but   nothing   comes.     "     you're   not       —     you're   not   playing   some   sick   joke   on   me     ?     "     loyalty   a   sword   he   wields   with   a   dual   blade     ;     he   will   eternally   remain   by   his   friends'   side,     but   also   remain   stubborn   to   his   wills     ...     one   of   which   still   clings   onto   the   notion   that   clarisse   can't       —     perhaps   now   couldn't       —     stand   the   sight   of   him.     who's   the   heartless   one   now,     percy     ?     "     you   don't,     you   know   you   don't   need   to   try   anything,     clarisse,     "     brows   knit   together,     a   beat   passing   as   he   processes.     "     all   i've   ever   wanted   form   you   was   for   you   to   be   honest   with   me.     with   yourself.     with   how   you're   feeling,     "     with   how   you   feel   about   me

the mere idea of percy thinking such a statement of theirs was a game was . . well , insulting to say the least. dark hues staring up at the man , fists gently balled up against her sides. the child of ares had suppressed a noise of frustration - or was it of embarrassment? had clarisse even felt that emotion before? not in a long while. the woman took a dangerous step forward , chin tilted up as they looked upon percy's own face.

" i'm serious , percy. " their voice low as she spoke , almost as if they said it too loud . . it would become too real. too permanent. " look , i- i can't explain it or rationalize how i . . feel. but if you say no , i guess i'll just have to try a lot harder. " was this all a dumb idea? maybe. was she stupid to even try to admit these feelings to percy? a person they had disdain for many years in their youth? they didn't expect him to even recognize the hidden affection beneath her words , or even accept it , but he was hers. whether they both knew it or not.

clarisse's heart hammered in their chest , but not because of the thrill of battle. this was entirely different , but not foreign. hands flexing gently against their sides , she hadn't known what else to say. perhaps she was too lost in those seafoam eyes to come up with some other witty retort or banter.

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             [     ...     ]               𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐒   𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋   𝐀𝐓   an   almost   expectant   reflex     :     of   course   he's   going   to   be   exceedingly   difficult,     even   when   he   doesn't   have   to   be.     no   one   is   close   to   even   a   mile   from   where   they're   standing       —     mossy   terrain   beneath   their   feat   with   only   the   heavens   as   their   witness,     no   one   will   ever   see   nico   di   angelo   accepting   percy   jackson's   help.     if   only   both   of   their   prides,     thicker   than   a   bull's   skull   and   its   verocity   to   match,     haven't   hindered   what   they   could   have   been.     their   flaws   laserfocused   on   who   they   were   to   each   other,     and   gnaws,     aches,     spits   out   whatever   they   are   now.     ruined   before   they   even   had   a   chance,     and   left   with   only   remnants   of   one   another   to   suffer   in   its   spoils.     more   than   fair   acquaintances,     less   than   friends     :     somewhere   between   heaven   and   hell,     in   limbo   for   all   eternity.     "     you   were   overextending   yourself.     glad   to   see   your   head   injury   didn't   fuck   with   your   self-awareness,     "     hand   rustling   into   his   pockets,     percy   fishes   out   miniature   vials   of   antiseptic,     cotton   pads   and   a   roll   of   bandages.     not   enough   but   it   would   have   to   do.     "     try   not   to   bite   my   head   off,     yeah     ?     it's   gonna   hurt   for   a   bit,     "     i'll   be   gentle     :     left   unsaid.     percy   lowers   his   gaze,     deep   copper   now   staining   cotton   rounds   as   he   taps   along   the   scar,     pausing   ever   so   often   to   minimise   the   sting.     he   can't   bear   seeing   nico   in   pain.     not   by   his   hands,     not   again.

          teeth bared,  a feral animal cornered.  blood drips into his eyes from the gash across his forehead.  hopefully not as bad as it looks  —  head wounds always bleed more.  the dizziness and nausea don't help,  mind spinning as hands force him to stillness.  every touch burns with intensity akin to greek fire,  and nico wants percy off.  wants the man gone,  wants to be alone in his humiliation.     "     fuck  —  stop.  don't touch me.     "     all but pushes him away,  lets himself fucking breathe.  he doesn't care about scarring,  he has plenty both physical and mental because he's never had a chance to stop fighting.  his hair is getting in the way,  matted with his own blood where raven curls fall perpetually in his face.  he throws a scathing look in percy's direction,  doesn't make eye contact,  and uses one of his many bracelets as a makeshift hair tie to hold it all back.  experimentally,  he touches around the wound  —  tender and stinging and probably not life threatening if he gets it taken care of before infection.  this isn't like the gashes left behind by lycaon on his arms,  he can't even see this one himself and he had reyna with him then.  why did he trust reyna so quickly but struggles so much with percy  ?  years of mutual betrayal and a lack of faith will do that to a friendship.     "     fine.  do what you need to but if you so much as try to lecture me about overextending myself,  i'm out.     "      it's not an empty threat,  not when the shadows behind him have already started to grow and stretch,  ready for nico to sink into if he needs a quick escape.

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             [     ...     ]               𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐍𝐎   doubt   in   his   mind   that   nico   has   suffered   through   grief   beyond   words,     far   even   streching   through   comprehension     :     he   doesn't   claim   to   have   ever   felt   a   fraction   of   it,     let   alone   to   even   begin   to   understand   it       —     but   hell,     even   against   the   will   of   the   gods   and   the   iron-forged   stubborness   shielding   the   younger's   heart   from   any   sense   of   legible   sensibilities,     is   he   going   to   do   everything   within   himself   to   try.     "     this   has   nothing   to   do   with   power   or   whatever   experience   you   have   and   you   know   it.     nico,     you   don't     ...     you   don't   have   to   be   alone   anymore,     "     a   life   spent   in   solitude   is   no   life   spent   at   all     :     especially   when   people   like   them   have   to   sleep   with   one   eye   open.     especially   when   they   will   never   have   a   moment's   rest   knowing   that   the   veil   can   be   lifted   with   an   enchantment   or   two,     and   that   danger   will   never   truly   let   them   lie   asleep   at   night   without   a   dagger   tucked   underneath   their   pillows.     "     you   have   friends,     you   have   hazel,     you   have       —     "     you,     percy     ?        even   through   nico's   growl   and   grit,     he   remains   unmoving.     stillwater   through   rumbling   and   simmered   devastation.     "     if   you   need   to   hurt   anyone,     don't     ...     don't   go   chasing   after   danger   and   hurt   yourself.     hurt   me,     "     desperation   clings   to   his   tone,     unwelcomed   in   the   utterences   of   a   hero.     "     take   all   your   anger,     your   hate,     everything   that   kills   you   inside   and   use   it.     kill   me,     "     

          dishonesty has ruined his life.  he doesn't see the point in constraining the truth no matter how painful it is,  no matter how much worse it is than a lie at face value.     "     no.  no,  percy,  i can't trust you.     "     and he doesn't expect to be trusted either.  trust between them is a rope pulled taut,  frayed so much that it's held together with only a few fibers threatening to break any time and unable to be fixed.  he exhales frustrations and annoyance,  free hand tugging at his hair to ground him,  force him to not lose his cool,  not when any semblance of losing it could very well spell disaster.     "     i can trust myself and that has to be enough.  you forget that i am just as powerful and capable as you.  i have walked through tartarus alone.  i literally raise hell,  the dead and the dark bend at my will,  i have been through grief so intense that i pray you won't ever feel like i did.  i am still standing.     "     eyes dark,  intense,  furious  as he tears his hand away,  massaging his wrist where he'd been caught.     "     stay the fuck out of my way,  percy jackson.  and don't even think about following me.     "

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the miracle of being here

invitation, mary oliver// @arthoesunshine // when death comes, mary oliver//to be alive, gregory ott// the dead poets society(1989), quote: walden, henry david thoreau// joseph campbell// the aeneid, virgil// @babyangel-jpg // @rawjoy //sweet, charles bukowski// that it will never come again, emily dickinson// bjenny montero// ? // ? // moments, mary oliver// madness a bipolar life, marya hornbacher// wild geese, mary oliver// letters to a young poet, rainer maria rilke// on earth we're briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong// @ashstfu // i thought on his desire for three days, linda gregg

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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

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            ˚            ᵗᵃˡᵉ ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵖʰᵉᶜʸ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏˢ ᵒᶠ        :        [   𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎   ]   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚘𝚗𝚎   𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎   𝚝𝚘   𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜   𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍   𝚔𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜   𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢   𝚐𝚘𝚝   𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘   𝚊   𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

            [     ...     ]               𝐍𝐎   𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂   𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐏,     nor   a   roll   of   his   eyes       —     at   that   moment,     quiet   enough   as   he'll   stay,     he   almost   looks   innocent.     reminiscent   of   the   boy   who   stumbled   into   camp   knowing   nothing   about   himself,     and   stepping   out   learning   more   than   what   he   could   stomach   at   the   cusp   of   his   twelfth   year.     percy   watches   @unheavenly   with   a   studied   intent,     the   boy   who   used   to   wince at   any   medicinal   ails   now   a   man   who   is   persistently   numbed   to   battle   scars.     there's   no   use   counting   them   if   he's   seen   far   too   many,     on   himself   or   otherwise.     "     you   didn't   have   to,     you   know.     come   help   me,     "     gaze   finds   alex's   as   it   lifts   from   his   knuckles       —     nothing   new   to   see   there       —     at   least   the   the   son   of   the   dead   is   a   much   prettier   sight   to   behold   than   blood-soaked   bandages.     "     sure   you   had   better   things   to   do   than   to   be   stuck   here   with   me.     some   medic   tent.     away   from   all   the   action.     but,    uh     ...     "     he   pauses,     and   hesitation   lingers   for   a   few   restrained   beats.     "     thank   you.     for   always   looking   out   for   me,     "

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            ˚            ᵗᵃˡᵉ ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵖʰᵉᶜʸ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏˢ ᵒᶠ        :        " 𝚗𝚘   𝚘𝚗𝚎   𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜   𝚝𝚘   𝚐𝚎𝚝   𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢   𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑   𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.    " 

            [     ...     ]               𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍   𝐀𝐍   off-handed   joke   would   be   easier   than   the   reality   of   what   has   plagued   him   for   the   past   twenty-three   years     :     he's   used   to   this.     faced   far   fiercer   foes   all   his   life       —       started   as   the   boy   who   daydreamt   a   little   too   close   to   the   sun,     and   carried   on   to   having   to   look   over   his   shoulder   for   all   the   years   that   came   after.     percy   has   never   had   a   day   where   he   would   breathe   an   easy   sigh,     and   be   able   to   sleep   through   a   dreamless   night   unplagued   by   the   roaring   rampage   of   memories   looped   in   a   torturous   paradox     :     his   life   as   a   half-god,     one   he   never   truly   asked   for,     but   is   called   to   anyway.     prophecies   are   shitty   that   way.     "     eh,     leave   it.     they're   assholes   anyway,     "     he's   heard   far   worse   things.     ones   he   would   rather   not   to   worry   @unheavenly   about     ...     not   when   john   has   been   nothing   but   a   welcomed   addition   to   his   life.     flame   to   his   sea,     the   brother   he   had   always   wanted   but   never   had.     "     why,     are   you   itching   to   save   me,    oh   dear   knight   in   burning   flames     ?     "

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𝐁𝐎𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍   -   seasons  1  -  3  sentence  starters.   adjust  phrasing,  pronouns,  etc.  as  necessary.

you’re a selfish goddamn coward.

i think it took a lot of guts for you to do what you did back there.

so… should we talk about how you just tried to kiss me?

i’ll walk. it’s a beautiful night.

i’m not going to waste another thought on you.

hooray. betrayal.

i’ll see you around, right?

why’d you have to make things weird?

why are you telling me this?

you don’t mess with crazy.

i’m just trying to be a good friend in my own shitty, ass-backwards way.

i’m glad to know you.

nobody is out to get you.

shut up and kiss me.

what you did really hurt me.

oh, well this feels shitty.

you have to listen to me.

i know you’re upset.

you really let me down.

you abandoned me, and i will never forgive you for that.

nobody gives a damn what you feel.

do you think it’s too late for me?

i need you to tell me that i’m a good person.

tell me, please. tell me that i’m good.

you can’t outrun the truth.

i hope you don’t get sick of me.

well, that’s depressing.

i really wanted you to like me.

you ruined me.

i know you’re scared, but it’s gonna be okay.

what are you doing here?

don’t be so negative.

you think you can drop the jealous boyfriend routine?

i’m not always the best at being not terrible.

i want to give this a real shot.

i was wondering where you wandered off to.

when i cry, it messes up my makeup, and then i get really bummed out.

okay, you’re clearly in one of your moods.

have fun being sad.

there’s so much to hate about what you just said.

how is that my problem?

oh, you’re one to talk.

no one knows how to get under your skin like family.

i won’t let you down.

why don’t you ever listen to me?

i am not going to hurt you.

do you want to talk about what happened?

you humiliated me in front of all my friends.

you always just assume that everyone wants whatever you want.

i don’t like parties.

i do sometimes listen.

i’m still mad at you.

i wake up in the morning and i feel like i have no purpose.

i know, and i love you so much.

i guess you’re stuck with me.

you’re not really the kind of person people like.

are you high?

i don’t understand why you need me to like you.

don’t push it.

you’re the coolest person i know.

would you zip me up?

eat shit.

i’m sorry i hurt your feelings.

i don’t have anybody else.

i’m in your corner.

can i talk to you?

maybe some space might be good for us.

why does it suddenly matter what i want?

do you even care about this at all?

this isn’t funny.

i watched them die.

why don’t you like me?

everything comes so easy for you.

i want to feel good about myself, and i don’t know how.

i can’t tell you how sorry i am.

i don’t know if i can forgive you.

you’re so stupid!

you and i should get out of here.

there’s nothing we can do.

i really am so proud of you.

it’s good. it’s hard, but it’s good.

what are you doing here?

is it okay if i crash here for a couple night? i didn’t know where else to go.

when you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.

i’m sorry i made things so difficult.

when’s the last time you were actually happy?

i can’t do this anymore.

i’m sorry. i just miss you too much.

what are you doing here?

want to get a drink?

you look like shit.

it’s really good to see you.

does that mean you’re leaving?

we did the right thing back there, you think?

the right thing to do isn’t always the best thing.

i had a really good time tonight.

this was really special.

it’s okay. i want this.

you don’t know what you want.

i’ll see you tomorrow.

now you sound like my mother.

i keep making these bad decisions and hurting people.

that’s actually… good advice.

i think you got the wrong idea.

tell me you don’t feel the same. tell me you haven’t thought about it.

i think you should go.

i’m sorry i kissed you.

you make me too sad.

don’t. don’t you dare.

i will fucking kill you.

we had some good times though, right?

you need to get your shit together.

why are you helping me?

can you really afford to be picky?

i’m not afraid of being alone.

let’s get out of here.

i don’t have anywhere else to go.

promise me everything is going to be okay.

i’m not gonna wait anymore.

i’m glad you’re safe.

i was worried about you.

you can’t keep doing this to me.

we’ll talk about this in the morning.

i just want to go home.

i actually don’t have a girlfriend.

oh, god, this is so embarrassing for you.

that’s a really weird assumption for you to make.

you look really dumb right now.

i was kind of hoping you weren’t seeing anybody.

i’m also not seeing anybody, for what it’s worth.

that’s a great idea.

why am i so mean?

is that really a good idea?

i am here to support you no matter what.

you have my undivided attention now.

i feel shitty.

you don’t need to explain anything to anyone.

you should go.

i’m not good at lying.

what are you implying?

i think i’m just a dumb asshole.

do you often keep people at arms length?

are you afraid of being known and knowing others?

there’s something very intimate about watching a person be herself.

it’s so sad that when you see someone as they really are, it ruins them.

what i want is to have control over my own life.

the whole idea of control is a myth.

you’ve given me a lot to think about.

you don’t need me anymore.

did i do something to make you feel uncomfortable?

i don’t think i’ve been a very good friend to you.

you’re sweet. you shouldn’t waste that on people that don’t deserve it.

i want to know you. i’m not afraid of that.

i know what i’m doing.

it’s so cruel to let people love you.

why do i keep letting you get my hopes up?

do a girl a favor, don’t break her heart by inches. do it all at once.

oh, good, you’re still here.

i’m sorry, is this a bad time?

can you come over? i need you.

don’t you break my heart.

you like it when i’m a mess because it makes you feel good about yourself.

i never asked for that.

i don’t like being around you because i feel bad. you make me feel bad.

where are you going?

it’s alright. you’re gonna get through this.

is it any wonder i don’t want to be around you?

all you do is tell me i’m a terrible person.

i can say nice things.

you know how to make me laugh.

you recognize you’re being impossible, right?

i don’t know how you put up with me.

i liked being with you. and i don’t regret it.

did you ever love me? at all?

you know that i don’t do the whole love thing.

this sucks.

i hate mondays.

well, this night has been a disaster. 

i remember the first time we met.

don’t try to guilt me.

it’s not your fault.

i do love you, by the way.

i’m a real jerk, huh?

are we friends?

please don’t leave me.

i promise, i’ll never ask anything from you again.

sorry, i left my coat here.

so, what do you think?

i feel like i’m drowning.

i don’t deserve this.

you used to actually care about shit. what happened?

maybe caring about shit got old.

you don’t know anything about me.

i don’t think i’m better than everyone.

stop worrying about the future.

thank god you’re okay.

nothing could make me feel better right now.

you’re my best friend and i need you.

don’t leave me now.

don’t be like everybody else.

i’m not leaving you.

what the hell, man?

i’m sorry, alright? i screwed up.

you can’t keep doing this!

you can’t keep doing shitty things, and then feel bad about yourself like that makes it okay.

you need to be better.

i know. and i’m sorry, okay?

you are all the things that are wrong with you.

fuck, man.

what else is there to say?

you wanna party?

everything sucks.

this is getting me depressed.

maybe we should go.

i’m hungry and i’m bored.

i’m very drunk and a little nauseous.

how could you leave me like that when i needed you most?

i’m not okay. i’m bored.

i don’t like anything about me.

none of this is me.

isn’t this place amazing?

i am this close to falling off the deep end.

i know i’m smiling right now, but the light inside me is dying.

you know me better than anybody. and you can’t not be a part of my life.

what’s your deal?

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            ˚            ᵗᵃˡᵉ ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵖʰᵉᶜʸ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏˢ ᵒᶠ        :        " 𝚘𝚑   𝚖𝚢   𝚐𝚘𝚍   ,    𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎   𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙   .    " 

            [     ...     ]               𝐇𝐎𝐖   𝐇𝐄   𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘   despises   clichés.     yet,     when   it   becomes   him,     percy   is   left   to   the   fates'   mercy   that   are   far   too   difficult   to   ignore     :     dragged   back   from   hell   with   more   than   just   a   fair   few   hellhound   scratches,     stains   of   dried   blood   staining   trickles   along   the   side   of   his   face     ...    a   reminder   of   his   mortality.     of   the   many   offers   he's   refused   to   join   them.     he   bears   the   burdens   of   his   choices,     and   has   yet   to   regret   his   choice       —     he   doubts   he   ever   will,    but   GOD     (     ironic,     huh     ?     ),     is   he   tempted   to   call   them   up   on   their   offer   for   some   omnipotence.     "     yeah     ?     feel   like   it,     too,     "     despite   himself,     tone   still   harbours   on   a   worrying   nonchalance   as   he   greets   @evrydiki,     who   was   perhaps,     a   little   too   honest.     he   still   hasn't   willed   it   in   himself   to   look   in   the   mirror   yet.     maybe   crap   was   putting   it   lightly       —     "     d'you   think   they'll   ever   stop   putting   us   through   this   shit     ?     don't   they   have   other   stuff   to   do   than   to   fuck   with   their   kids     ?     "

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            ˚            ᵗᵃˡᵉ ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵖʰᵉᶜʸ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏˢ ᵒᶠ        :        " 𝚒'𝚖   𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢   ,   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔   𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎   𝚒𝚗   𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎   ?    " 

            [     ...     ]               𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋   𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒   comfortably   in   his   hold,     riptide   a   trusted   ally   that   has   bested   foes   far   bigger   than   he     ...     and   supposedly   those   much   more   formidable.     some   might   call   it   confidence   bordering   on   arrogance,     rather   rightfully   so,     some   even   might   call   it   testosterone   poisoning     :     didn't   mum   tech   you   better   than   to   assume,     percy     ?     taken   aback   for   a   moment,     @hollowvictory's   honesty   not   displaced   but,     dare   he   even   say,     rather   inching   towards   uncommon   practice   in   their   ranks   when   matched   with   such   questioning.     isn't   his   place   in   their   quests   solidified   at   this   point     ?     undoubtedly,     he's   earned   his   place   on   the   head   of   the   table     ...     but   brazen   allusions   to   one's   prowess   is   a   slippery   slope.     he   almost   resembled   one   of   the   gods.     "     i   mean,     "     a   pause,     empty   hand   gesturing   to   his   trusted   blade   before   it   made   a   vague   pass   at   himself.     definitely   a   twinge   of   arrogance     :     one   which   begs   for   nancy   to   put   him   down   a   peg   or   two.     perhaps   even   several.     "     i   didn't   wanna   assume,     but       —     you   know.     i've   'kinda,    been   to   hell   and   back.     literally,     "

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PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS (2023-)

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            ˚            ᵗᵃˡᵉ ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵖʰᵉᶜʸ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏˢ ᵒᶠ        :        " 𝚒   𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝   𝚕𝚎𝚝   𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎   𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎.   𝚋𝚞𝚝   𝚒   𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎   𝚢𝚘𝚞.   𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢   𝚘𝚗𝚎.    " 

            [     ...     ]               𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐌𝐔𝐌   𝐇𝐀𝐒   always   been   more   than   enough.     astoundingly   so.     she's   more   of   a   hero   than   he'll   ever   be,     really     :     woman   bred   in   strength   with   a   prowess   that   would   make   any   god   cower.     he's   no   son   of   poseidon     —     hes   the   son   of   sally   jackson.     despite   it   all,    however,     during   nights   of   roaring   storms   where   he   would   look   out   the   window   and   feel   right   at   home     ...     percy   has   always   found   himself   wanting   someone   by   his   side.     a   sister.     having   realised   that   he's   part   deity   aside,     the   more   shocking   and   rather   welcomed   revelation   has   always   been,     and   will   eternally   be     :     knowing   of   @roseguided.     "     ...     'cause   of   him,     right     ?     "     he's   grown   to   loathe   calling   the     '     him     '     in   question   as   dad.     undeserving   of   such   a   title,     even   father   would   be   much   too   kind   to   the   man   who   have   left   the   two   of   them   without   so   much   of   a   memento   of   who   they   are.     of   who   he   is.     rather,     plaguing   their   children   with   visions   to   the   brink   of   insanity.     "     you   chose   me   because   of     ...     him.     'cause   we're   blood.     family,     "

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Hold Fast. Percy Jackson and the Olympians, I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher

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about to be saur terribly busy for around 3 days or so i'll be hiding on disc being sporadic </333 if anyone wants to chat and plot pls feel free to ask for it !! dash and pals i'll miss u terribly

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            ˚            ᵗᵃˡᵉ ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵖʰᵉᶜʸ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏˢ ᵒᶠ        :        " 𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐   𝚝𝚘   𝚖𝚎.    " 

            [     ...     ]               𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐍𝐎   soul   who   have   walked   the   earth   and   not   have   heard   of   @roseguided     :     the   first   wife,     banished   to   the   garden   as   a   defiant   devil.     he's   never   truly   believe   in   the   stories   his   mother   had   told   him       —     noting   of   childhood   bedtime   tales   that   were   aimed   to   soothe   a   growing   boy   into   a   full   night's   rest.    none   of   them   could   ever   hold   any   truth     ...     early   cynicism   having   almost   bested   him   until   he   sees   mysticism   with   his   own,    two   eyes.     until   he   realises   he'd   been   one   himself   all   along.     "     ...     look,    um,     lady   lilith.    ms   lilith,     can   i   call   you   that     ?     no   disrespect,     in   all   honesty.     i'm   flattered,     really,     "     one   hand   to   his   chest,     just   over   his   heart,     while   the   other   keeps   its   hold   tightly   wound   around   riptide.     just   in   case.     "     you   sure   you   want   to   keep   me   around     ?     i   don't   know   if   i'll   be   very   good   company.     i've   been   told   that   i'm   rather,     '     difficult   to   handle     '     so   to   speak.     you   can   ask   all   my   guidance   counselors,     "     the   smile   that   curls   is   saccharine   sweet,     noting   of   an   innocence   that   eternally   lingers   in   a   soul   forever   untainted.