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[thalassus]

“Never said I doubted you, so I don’t know where that came from.” A well-earned Riptide, now fitting comfortably in his hand seems more suitable for the job, but he doesn’t taunt her. Piper’s capacity doesn’t lie solely in her deft swordsmanship. She’s pretty persuasive. 

At her next comment, he beams in return. “Yeah you do. But we should get going before Nessie gets any ideas. Element of the surprise, remember?”

[adorantplumes]

       “You asking if I can makes it sound like you think that I can’t.” The playful tilt of her smile is a sure sign that she’s joking. Even with her teasing, she knows Percy is plenty smart enough to not underestimate her.

        Piper flips the splintery blade and catches it by the hilt; it’s a pretty bit of showmanship, but it’s still all for fun. “You’re right. You’re still okay with us taking on what could be your sibling?” It’s hard not to poke at her friend, and she only hopes he doesn’t take it too seriously.

[inboxmyrp-blog]

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart...

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent 💗 Very low 💗💗 A little 💗💗💗 Hopeful 💗💗💗💗 High 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

[adorantplumes]

[ Bold which is most applicable to your muse between the two options! ]

Cold OR Hot

Envy OR Lust

Blunt OR Tactful

Dreamer OR Realist

Impulsive OR Planner

Stubborn OR Flexible

Sociable OR Isolated

Lazy OR Hard-working

Half empty OR Half full

High energy OR Low energy

Dependent OR Independent

Eloquent OR Rough around the edges 

Sees what they want OR Sees what is there

Dwells on the past OR Looks towards the future

[actiasteeth]

“And I fell in love instantly.”

“It’s probably nothing.“ 

“It becomes perfect when you learn to accept it for what it is.“ 

“If you see something, say nothing and drink to forget.“ 

“And you may find, as time passes, that you remember it less and less.“ 

“Look, I’ve probably said too much.“ 

“If you don’t hear from me again, it has truly been a pleasure.“ 

“We are not history yet.“ 

“You are safe now.“ 

“You can let go now.“ 

“We have nothing to speak about. There never was.“ 

“I have chosen to not be certain of anything at all.“ 

“There are many things I wish I could remember.“ 

“I do not live but I exist.“ 

"I don’t know if he listens to me sometimes." 

"We can do this together, you and I." 

"You don’t know what to say." 

"I know what I saw." 

"Regrets just bear us down." 

"You are all to me." 

"Think nothing of it; it’s forgotten." 

"There—now you know. Has that filled an emptiness for you? Are you any happier now?" 

"I have something of urgent importance to tell you." 

"And for now, existence is enough." 

"No, not you! Not you!" 

"Please, stay safe inside." 

"I just don’t believe violence is ever the answer—it is a question. The real answer is far more terrifying." 

"We can get along." 

"I’m coming in there." 

"There must be something beyond this something." 

"I will try not to be long." 

"I don’t know where I am." 

"I told you I would be back." 

"I let that woeful beast live." 

"We have each other." 

"As with life, and as with all things, it will pass." 

"Am I in Hell?”

“I am certain that there must be more to us than just us." 

"Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past; let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future." 

"I probably won’t miss you." 

"Well, let’s just find out together, shall we?" 

"And it’s just no good anymore. We can’t carry on like this." 

"Nothing is real, I don’t think. Whatever; who cares?" 

"When I die, I want to have earned it." 

"The present tense of regret is indecision." 

"The future tense of fear is either comedy or tragedy." 

"I can disappear if I want to." 

"And what if the void is not as void as we thought?" 

"Time is weird; so is space. I hope ours match again someday." 

"We should all be so lucky to set our own futures." 

"I fear for what we know." 

"I fear for what we don’t know." 

"We have nothing to fear and never did." 

"It is likely I will learn nothing from this." 

"After everything that happened, I just wanted to see you." 

"It is too late for us." 

"But maybe you shouldn’t sleep in your home anymore. Just in case." 

"Your sadness will know no bounds." 

"Nothing will be the same." 

"Nothing has ever been the same." 

"When something is this weird, one shouldn’t assume to understand anything specific about it at all." 

"Ignorance may not actually be bliss, but it certainly is less work." 

"No one has ever known anything—not really." 

"I don’t know much about anything at all, honestly." 

"Everything is some level of probably, nothing is a promise." 

"You don’t know, and so it might very well." 

"Nothing ever really happens to me." 

"Thanks, that means lot. Not to me, but your words hold a lot of meaning intrinsically." 

"So it’s best just to stay away." 

"It cannot give you what you need." 

"Oh, you don’t even want to know." 

"But it wasn’t what I thought it would be." 

"I’ll be back as soon as I can." 

"You have no idea how often it is just you and me." 

"There always seems to be something upsetting you." 

"It’s not that there’s nothing coming to get you; there’s everything coming to get you. But relax anyway." 

"Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be." 

"It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and fleeting, don’t worry." 

"This is because I am also slightly malicious. Sorry about that." 

"Thinking about it now, nothing seems good, let alone perfect." 

"And those imperfections in our reality are the seams and the cracks into which our outsized love can seep and pool." 

"And sometimes we’re annoyed. And disappointed. And that, too, is a part of how love works." 

"I just thought it was time for us to make a home together.”

[vulpicino]

     [ adorantplumes​ ]

While Jason’s known of his best friend’s presence in the city for a few days now, he’s still nervous to see her. They broke up; it was a mutual decision and a necessary one, but it doesn’t stop there from being some lingering feelings, at least on his end. It’s puppy love, really; just infatuation with the prettiest girl (the prettiest person) he’s ever set eyes on to this day. He’s basically over it, and more excited to see her than anything else.

He finds her on the beach, just like he knew he would, and he can’t stop himself from coming up behind her and squeezing her sides to tickle her. He rests his chin on the top of her head from behind and chuckles.

     ❝Hey, you. Staying out of trouble?❞ 

[adorantplumes]

       Piper stands with toes dug into the sand of the beach and a long stick in her hand, drawing stick figures of the people she hasn’t found. There’s a cute, short girl with very wild curls, and another stick person with a very deep frown. She’s already crossed out Percy, Frank, and Leo; the next stick guy has tiny little lightning bolts all around his round head.

       The last memories she has with Jason are directly after they parted from their frivolous relationship. There’s a delicate ache at the thought of his face, but she understands it to be more about feeling lonely without him near to poke at, and less about the newly platonic nature of their relationship. She just misses the dork. A lot. 

       The feeling of hands on her sides sets off the knee-jerk reaction of her throwing her stick and tensing up, hard. Piper squawks and whines, but doesn’t get too angry at the familiar touch. Instead, a brilliant smile lights up her face. Her free hands cover his and pulls his arms about her middle so she can recline against his height comfortably. “Starting it, actually. You know me.”

[thalassus]

“So, McLean. You’re good, but just how good are you?” He offers the challenge as Riptide dangles between two fingers in its writing utensil form. “Do you really think you can take out the Loch Ness, for real?” Of course they can – but teasing her is a novelty he doesn’t want going to waste. 

[adorantplumes]

       “So, Jackson.” She twirls the handle of her wooden dagger over her knuckles slowly and tracks the movements rather than meet his cocky stare. “Do you really think I can’t?” Piper looks up and grins.

       “It doesn’t matter if I can or can’t, I’m going to have trustworthy help at my side.”

[adorantplumes]

       The girl has her wooden blade tucked neatly into the pocket of her board shorts, hair piled up high on her head to reveal the column of an elegant neck, left even more vulnerable by the halter straps of her bikini. If it’s a beach she’s at, she might as well be comfortable.

       Especially if she plans on taking out the Loch Ness Monster.

[incandeo]

tfw no ice-cream.

adorantplumes

[incandeo]

  ALL HE desired was to turn into a bulldog and go find somewhere akin to a nice abode then shortly after take a nice nap. But this posed merely as a fragmented scenario as this was no longer an option which was viable. Features of his own manifested into a distinctive pout, eyebrows pinching together in concentration– yet like all the other attempt, he had no luck. His powers were really gone, it felt so unnerving to feel somewhat helpless. 

   Though, there really was no danger in the city in the first place, so this helplessness wasn’t something necessarily bad. Unless he would summon danger upon himself, which he wasn’t a particularly a fan of. Nonetheless the male continued to pave his way through the city, it was a surprise itself that he hadn’t found himself lost as of this moment. Eventually fatigue would overwhelm him as his footsteps subsequently became heavier by the second. Letting out a sigh of defeat, he deterred from his initial motive and resided aloft a nearby ledge. 

   Everything was going perfectly until a cone of ice-cream fell and slathered onto his treasured pants. He allowed a moment or two to take in what just happened– while he wasn’t necessarily the hostile type, these pants were the single pair he managed to actually like. On the verge of raising his own voice to file a verbal complaint, only to perceive the sight of a woman– no, the sight of Piper, gazing sheepishly at him whilst grasping an empty cone. 

   Frank gave a disapproving look before he began lecturing his old-time friend. ❝McLean! You, of all people, know that I’m lactose-intolerant! Yet you still managed to drop ice-cream on me regardless of being aware of this very important information…! And these were my favorite pair of pants too!❞

[adorantplumes]

       A lonely Piper makes a grumpy Piper. Especially a Piper McLean who was stranded far away from the place she considered to be home. She was a warrior, true, an could survive with much less than she already had; this didn’t mean she had to enjoy it. And if she was going to be alone, there was no point in acting like everything was fine.

       Surely, at some point, she could allow herself a moment to be selfish. The sight of an ice cream cart must have been a gift from someone more gracious than her mother. Piper was quick to spoil herself, and asked for a simple cone. The cart owner that passed her the treat was careful; they had probably been witness to tons of individuals dropping what they’d only just paid for. The demigod girl passed over some of the only money she had in her pocket — one single golden drachma. Surely it being gold would be enough, especially with the very,very different individuals she’d seen wondering around. Whatever opportunity she might’ve had to spend it in the future was gone, because the cart owner seemed satisfied with that. 

       And off she went, treat to brighten her otherwise downcast day in hand and newly, nearly poor. A tiny part of her considered the fact she that she’d made a mistake, and the only thing that convinced her for certain was when she tripped and the vanilla dessert was smeared onto the pants of some unlucky citizen. “Ah—” Wait...

       “Do you think I meant to do that! It was an accident, and I had to pay for it to begin with! Zhang, you have zero confidence in me.” She had the decency to look truly offended for several long seconds before her facade broke way for a grin. “I’m sorry about the pants, but it’s nice to see a familiar face.”

[rpmememaker]

send me a room, and i'll tell you my headcanons.

[adorantplumes]

Kitchen:

What is the character’s favourite food?

Are they good at cooking? How good/bad?

Do they leave the dishes out?

What kind of food is in their refridgerator?

Do they cook, eat out or get take-away/delivered food more?

Living Room:

How does the character spend weekends?

What kind of movies does the character watch?

What do they do with friends?

What’s their favourite pasttime?

What’s their favourite TV show/Film?

Bathroom:

How does the character prepare in the morning?

Do they sing in the shower?

What kind of hair product/make-up do they use?

How clean is this character?

Does the character have thousands of shampoo/shower gel bottles by the shower, or do they use only the bare essentials?

Bedroom:

How does this character sleep? (Position, sleeping habits, bedtime routines)

What are their pyjamas like?

What do they dream about usually?

How neat/tidy is this character?

How affectionate is this character?

Attic:

What is the character afraid of?

How do they deal with bad memories?

What is this character’s role in a horror movie?

How do they hide their secrets?

Which of the Seven Deadly Sins does the character relate to most?

[adorantplumes]

please like for a starter, and i’ll cap at 3! or, if you’re a castmate, no cap for you. ain’t that lucky?

[adorantplumes]

lost and found || forgests

[forgests-blog]

Friendly faces were always nice to see, despite the growing worry in the back of his head regarding home, Olympus, and everything else. Sure, he’d learned some…worrying things, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he got, and thus he tried to do what he’s always done when it came to stuff like this. 

Keep moving. Move on. You can deal with it later.

This lead to the occasional dredges of frustrated wandering, mind flying at 1000 miles per hour. He wishes he had a work bench right now, hot metal and gears and wires, but fate had never been kind. Like, really. Damn. She really must have hated him. Luckily, a voice breaking through the haze of overzealous thought processes managed to pull his head back up properly, blinking eyes as he registered exactly who had called out his name. This manages to bring his spirits up somewhat, if not completely, but he hides any remaining negativeness with an impish grin as he strolls up with a purpose.

“The one and only, the super hot, and the super cool. Did you miss my chiseled features, my rugged looks? Or maybe it was my absolutely stunning personality you just can’t live without.”

[adorantplumes]

       Her fists became balled at her side. Half of her suggesed using those hands to throttle the life out of him, but that was not the day he would catch them. The less violent of her choices was assuredly the best, and she figured talking things out would result in them both being safe. At least, this way, they could both defend each other.

       “I can’t believe you’re here.” Piper forwent mentioning his supposed demise, or the mourning over him she still hadn’t finished. She didn’t talk about how she doubted him even really being here at all, or the sneaking suspicion that instead of a new city, she was actually in the Underworld. That couldn’t be —if she had died and was seeing Leo’s remnants, they’d be in Elysium, and not in the hands of some rabid scientists.

       “...I take it back. Nobody else would say anything like that,” but she was still happy to see him, to put it mildly. Piper felt like she regained the brother she lost, even if he could only be a figment of her imagination; he’d really hit the nail on the head with the line about not being able to live without him.“The only thing about you that’s stunning is your ego, you giant dork.” If the smile on her face was a little wobbley, you’d have to forgive her. “I was going to ask if you were okay, but obviously you’ve gotta be.”

[adorantplumes]

lost and found || forgests

She had to admit to herself that she had become too reliant on having her makeshift family around her at all times. Piper was a child of both love and circumstance; it was simply in her nature to adapt to her surroundings, although having people she could trust very near for so long had tainted that.

The demigod daughter was lost and tired. It was like she was missing more than people; she felt like a part of herself was gone, almost as if she could physically feel the hamper on her powers she received on arrival. This, in addition to the feeling of loneliness that weighed on her heart, had started to drag her down.

Piper was put off in the new environment so well that she nearly missed the sight of someone who should have been easily recognizable. But she was Piper, and anyone who knew her could atest to the fact that Piper McLean knew her people.

“Leo?”

[bidiiiza]

Piper would defiantly own a bunch of graphic crop tops  

[adorantplumes]

percy jackson is so cool

i, piper mclean, agree

[nicoriku-deactivated20171004]

70 and 11c :3

I did piper bc of your url :p