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i uhhh moved mikayla to @fugacios

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coolgirlofrp‌:

“She stood in a dress that made her look like sin, and it was fitting that her eyes drifted like smoke above her red lips. There is no Hell that is more enticing than her, drag me beneath the flames.”

— johnthesituation (via wnq-writers)

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i’m too lazy to change the icon but uh... mikayla is faceless again

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solsace·.

there’s  a  fluttering  of  exasperation,      but  it  finds  itself  muddled  under  the  sudden  concern  fuelled  wave  that  rushes  over  him.        it’s  instinctual  at  this  point,      eyes  briefly  skirting  along  the  boy  in  the  bed  and  her.        shared,      they  have  a  respectable  list  of  injuries,      although  it’s  apparent  who  won  the  fight.        Will  bites  down  a  sigh.        with  expression  terse  and  brows  furrowed,      he  chooses  to  instead  shake  his  head  as  he  grabs  a  clean  towel  from  a  nearby  cupboard  and  wets  it  under  a  tap.         children.        he’s  surrounded  by  petulant  children.

❛      at  the  moment  i  could  care  less  about  telling  Chiron  anything.        sit  down,      i’ll  see  to  you  in  a  moment.       ❜       at  least  the  practised  movements  are  a  warm  familiarity.        soft  touches  dab  alongside  swollen  skin,      blood  and  dirt  coming  away  to  reveal  more  bruise  than  face.       nothing  dire  however,      his  mind  supplies,      with  the  most  serious  injury  being  a  minor  concussion.        still …      it’s  not  really  something  Will  is  particularly  thrilled  about.        ❛      what  actually  happened?       ❜  

only when she allows herself to take a seat does she realize how exhausted she’s become,     muscles aching,    adrenaline finally beginning to fade from her veins.     blood is wiped off her knife,   onto her jeans,    because they’re a lost cause already——        a gash in the side of her left leg,    but fortunately,    the fabric suffered the most.     the wound itself is shallow,     a dull sting she’s easily able to ignore.     that,   along with the defensive wounds on her arms,    is about the extent of her injury.     most of the blood that stains her clothing isn’t her own.    that’s not untypical.

most of her weight is shifted to her better leg,    leaning uncomfortably in her seat,    her attention set on cleaning the dirt from beneath her nails,    rather than paying any mind to the faint pain in her limbs.    features contort in a grimace,   because she’s definitely going to have to repaint her nails after this.     she becomes more and more glad she’d knocked the boy out by the minute.      “     training.    ”     that’s how it started,    at least.     but after one comment about how useless children of aphrodite are,   well——      here they are.      “     and,    like i said...      he was annoying.     ”

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“fine,  but  then  can  i  drive  ?”   he’s not sure if either of them are joking or not, but he likes to think he knows mikayla well enough to be sure she wouldn’t really run him over. probably. “y’can’t just build a car, missy. doesn’t work that way. come onnn! i’ll be careful!” he straightens his shoulders, slapping a hand over his chest. “demigod’s honour!” 

if he were anyone else,    she’d have already pummeled him    for the developing headache he’s caused,     but she has just enough self control to refrain.    pray to the gods that she manages to keep it.     “     uh,    i’m pretty sure you can just build a car.    how else are they made?    besides ——       you built a flying boat.    shouldn’t be hard.     ”      a loud,   overdramatic sigh,    her keys dangling from her manicured fingers.      “     the top stays on.     ”

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wanlidas·.

❝   you learn to live with it.    —    not everyone learns to live with it.   ❞

     ▌  ･ﾟ  »    @rosedwar  ╱   ■

“     yeah,   i get it.     ”      automatically,    hand drifts toward your cheek,    where a scar remains hidden beneath concealer——       never touching,    because god forbid you risk dirtying any of your pores.      “     it’s whatever.    ”  

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hands are coated in her own blood,    the hem of her shirt begrudgingly ripped in an attempt to put together a makeshift bandage,    pink fabric turning a dark red within moments,    grimace written across her countenance as she tightens the knot,     nearly ripping the ends.      “     i’m good.    i get that i’m hot,    but you don’t need to stare.    ”     /     @grieveously

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wanlidas·.

❝   i’m just warning you,     i don’t think i’d make a very good partner.      i’m not a big daredevil.     ❞

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“     okay,    but i am.     technically.     which is why we’d be good.     opposites attract or whatever,    right?    ”

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FILE ://        HEADCANONS    &.    META .    *  HANDWRITING CAN TELL A LOT ABOUT A PERSON .

GO    HERE. reblog    with    your    character’s    name    in    their    handwriting  !

tagged by.     technically nobody but whatever i’m an adult i can do what i want tagged.    i’m stressed.

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mikayla’s accidentally stabbed herself in the leg before,    because she was trying to just dramatically stick her knife in the table,    but she has super strength    (like,   more than average demigods because that’s her Legacy Power) so she ended up breaking the table and stabbing herself as a result.

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“     oh,    yeah ——      i’m done with him.     he cheated on me,    which is stupid,    because have you seen me?      so,    anyway,    i broke both his hands.    ”     /      @ichorque  

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you’re more discomforted by the blood and grime   that coats your skin than the weight of unconscious body slung over your shoulder,     features etched with annoyance as you finally drop the son of athena atop one of the infirmary’s beds.     “     hey!     ”      greeting comes out overly sweet,    smile bright,   as if your face isn’t splashed with carmine.       “     he ——       was annoying.     ”     the closest thing to an explanation you’ll offer in regards to how the other demigod got in this position.    bloody,    face swollen,    a cartoonishly large knot on his forehead.

“      maybe don’t tell chiron about this.    thanks.     ”      /      @solsace

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like this for a starter.   

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if I had a dollar for everytime someone called me ugly I’d be broke cause I’m perfect lol later losers