Perpollo 33 or 6 for ask game if you're still doing it 🧡
“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
Percy tossed his keys on the side table, letting out a sigh of relief as he closed the door behind him. He'd had a rough day at work and was so glad to be home.
Maybe he'd take a shower before dropping into bed. But his bed was really calling him-
He stopped in the door to his bedroom, blinking slowly.
"Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?" he wondered aloud, staring at Apollo who was draped on his bed very much naked.
"It's comfy," Apollo offered, the blanket draped over him doing barely anything to cover anything.
Percy looked up at the ceiling for a long moment, debating blasting Apollo right out of the apartment.
Dating a God was such a pain at times.
"Apollo, I really just want to sleep."
"And here I went to all the trouble of making a nice romantic bath," Apollo pouted at him.
Percy's annoyance paused at that. "A bath?"
"With sea salt," Apollo confirmed.
Okay, maybe dating a God had some benefits.
Percy turned to the bathroom and discovered that the bath very much was filled already, with hyacinth petals scattered in the water and a very nice smell rising from the water.
Arms wrapped around him fro behind, "Want to take a bath, darling?"
Percy huffed, leaning into Apollo, "If you keep me out of the bath I'll break up with you."
Apollo laughed, leading Percy to the bathtub.
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The best piece of advice I ever got was not meant as advice, but as an edict. If I was going to threaten people as a joke, it had to be so far out of proportion with what happened that it would be obvious I was joking. This changed how I expressed frustration with others. It then changed how I expressed frustration with myself.
Not “I’m going to hit you” but “I am going to buy a tuna sub from the gas station and hide it under the seat of your car”
Not “I’m going to kill myself” but “I am going to walk into the desert and let the scarabs take me”
The other side then happened. When I mess something up, instead of saying it’s bad and perpetuating negative thoughts, swing hard the other way.
Not “this art is terrible” but “this shall be framed and mounted on the wall in my museum exhibition as testament to the suffering I had to overcome”
Have been doing this since high school. It was my drama teacher who asked me to please stop scaring the actors. The other half of the edict was that I had to say it in a polite tone, and end it with either please or thank you.
Life changing. 10/10 Mr Muëller. Highly reccomend.
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when u go to write a mentally ill person in ur story you are presented two options. the first option is to write your mental illness realistically as you actually experience it with all the ups and downs and people who are like you will resonate with it and feel seen. except every person who reads instagram infographics on mental health that uses the phrase narcicisst for anyone who does anything that crosses them and unironically call themself a dark empath will call you scary and tell you that youre demonizing mentally ill people
the second option is to lie and write inspiration porn for those people to get hard to
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9. s*langelo, except nico realises will is toxic af and stands up for himself. if you please (i thought you would be the best person to do it) <3
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
Nico relaxed against the rock, finally done running messages between the two camps. There'd been a lot of messages to run, and with the Iris messages and phones not working he and Mrs. O'Leary was the only reliable method of communications.
Mrs. O'Leary picked up the slack when he started feeling weak and he handled any verbal communication that they needed. Now he got to rest until tomorrow at the earliest.
"There you are! I've been looking for you all day," Will said, hurrying over to his side.
Nico rolled his head to the side to offer Will a tight smile.
Things had been a bit awkward between them for a while, but Nico was trying to be a good boyfriend as best he could. It was all still new to him.
Will didn't like Nico being far from him for long, so Nico had had to slip away to run the messages.
"Where have you been?" Will asked, reaching a hand for Nico's.
Nico pulled it away, knowing that Will would be able to feel the death clinging to him from the use of his powers.
That was sign enough for Will though, his eyes narrowing on Nico.
"Nico, where have you been?" his voice much firmer this time.
"I was running messages," Nico said, voice tight.
"Don't you ever do that again!" Will snapped. "I told you that that's bad for your health! When will you actually listen to me?"
"It's important," Nico said, temper flaring "We have to have a line of communication and I'm the only way-"
"They can figure something out that doesn't have you using your powers. They're bad for you-"
"They're my powers! Not yours!"
"I'm your doctor-"
"I don't care!" Nico blurted out, all the frustration he'd been feeling for weeks filling him. "I've used my powers for years just fine on my own! I don't need someone holding my hands as I use one of the most basic powers I have. And I'll never recover if I don't use them."
"I know better than you that this is hurting you! They revolve around death, it clings to you-"
"I'm the son of the God of the Underworld! Of course death clings to me!" Nico felt the grass around him die, the life force absorbed. "And I've had enough of you telling me how to use my powers!"
"Had enough!?"
"They're mine, this is my power, it's a part of me and I won't have you taking that away!"
"Nico!"
But Nico dropped into the shadows and left. He couldn't deal with this anymore.
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