deathruined.

independent & mutually exclusive low activity multimuse.

[deathruined]

- & . private  &  mutually exclusive MULTIMUSE : featuring canon and original characters from  the hunger games, percy jackson & the olympians, falling skies, the 100, and more!    plot centric / low activity.    dark themes ahead, please proceed with caution. please read guidelines  before interactions. SLOW TO FOLLOW BACK! MINORS DNI. written by kristen ( she/her, 25 ). guidelines & muse list.

highest muse currently for : percy jackson & the olympians + the hunger games characters !

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[deathruined]

i want to come back here just to write patrick from challengers

[uselesslexbian]

eras tour setlist sentence starters, part one.

you know i adore you.

it's you and me, that's my whole world.

you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.

you are the only one who seems to care.

what doesn't kill me makes me want you more.

if i bleed, you'll be the last to know.

i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.

i love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

i'm so sick of them coming at me again.

i'm so sick of running as fast as i can.

you need to calm down.

can i go where you go?

can we always be this close?

i'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you.

i've loved you three summers now, but i want them all.

who could ever leave me, darling?

but who could stay?

i cut off my nose just to spite my face and i hate my reflection for years and years.

they see right through me.

can you see right through me?

i'm trying so hard not to get caught up now.

she'll never know your story like i do.

you belong with me.

you say you're fine, i know you better than that.

take me somewhere we can be alone.

all there's left to do is run.

i got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around.

this love is difficult, but it's real.

don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess.

i keep waiting for you, but you never come.

is this in my head? i don't know what to think.

if i wanted to know who you were hanging with while i was gone, i would've asked you.

the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you.

i'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans.

wait for the signal and i'll meet you after dark.

i guess i should've known from that look on your face.

if i didn't know better, i'd think you were still around.

what died didn't stay dead.

i never was ready so i watched you go.

what a shame she's fucked in the head.

i notice everything you do or don't do.

if it's all in my head, tell me now.

tell me i got it wrong somehow.

in the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do.

i know i'm gonna be with you, so i'll take my time.

my reputation's never been worse so you must like me for me.

is it cool that i said all that?

is it chill that you're in my head?

i'm insane, but i'm your baby.

baby, for you, i would fall from grace just to touch your face.

if you walk away, i'd beg you on my knees to stay.

i don't like your little games.

no, i don't like you.

maybe i got mine, but you'll all get yours.

i'll spend forever wondering if you knew.

please don't be in love with someone else.

i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.

everything will be alright if you keep me next to you.

i'm really gonna miss you picking fights.

a new notch in your belt is all i'll ever be.

and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me.

you never loved me or her, or anyone, or anything.

i might be okay, but i'm not fine at all.

you taught me about your past, thinking your future was me.

you never called it what it was.

maybe we got lost in translation.

this thing was a masterpiece before you tore it all up.

i'm in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind.

the idea you had of me, who was she?

i'd like to be my old self again, but i'm still trying to find it.

'cause there we are again, when i loved you so, back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known.

just between us, did the love affair maim you too?

[rylandsgrace]

#This is already the best show of the year

[exilaea-deactivated20240818]

WE'D BUILD A HOUSE OF TWIGS‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎VINES:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎GROW OLD TOGETHER JUST TO PASS THE TIME ;‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎NOW THERE'S ONLY PAST‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎PRESENT DAY...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I CAN'T BELIEVE A WORD YOU SAY!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎EXILAE,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A MULTIMUSE BY ARIA.

[deathruined]

added grover and thalia as test muses 🥸

[deathruined]

all i have to say is camp half-blood needs a camp therapist

[deathruined]

#lex has been telling me to read pjo for literally the 7 years i've known her and i get it now

@lingeringscars proof

[halsteadsass]

“what are we supposed to do?”

[onceuponamusing]

[deathruined]

this quest is supposed to be hers. and yet, every attempt at involvement was meticulously intercepted by nate, leaving her to feel restricted (rather than protected, which was his excuse for it). emily had fought to keep her composure, but with every leading move that nate made, her frustration only spiraled deeper –– a mounting sense of unfairness gnawing at what was left of her patience. " i shouldn't have brought you. " they had never fought before. but his vigilance, though stemming from a place of concern, was beginning to feel suffocating, casting shadows over her sense of agency. " you aren't even giving me a chance. "

⚡ : @boltmyth.

[deathruined]

whoever made this... don't EVER disrespect percabeth like this again

[manslaught-a]

it's not that mikayla didn't trust him enough to tell him anything about her life before, but that she simply didn't want to relive it. it felt easier to not talk about it at all, pretend she didn't even exist before her arrival at camp. “ i've never talked to anyone about it. it's not just you. ” most people were too scared to ask, and the rest simply didn't care enough, which was fine for mikayla, as long as she didn't have to talk about her childhood. but it feels unavoidable now.

“ no, i'm mad at you for being stupid. ” it doesn't take a genius to piece together that mikayla came from a bad home, one that never showed her any love or care— it's evident in her anger, her inability to show softness to anyone, even the people she cares for most. but she doesn't know how to outright admit it, so she calms herself with a labored sigh, rolling her shoulders back. “ can you just get it over with and ask me whatever it is you dragged me out here for? ”

[deathruined]

" well, you can –– if you want to. " dylan shrugs awkwardly, because this is sensitive, and it doesn't feel like the right moment to pry further. and, simultaneously, it feels wrong to just brush past the subject where scars might still be healing. he's stuck, and treading carefully.

suppressing the urge to become argumentative, he crosses his arms over his chest, choosing to ignore the comment about his stupidity. it's as though everything in the space around them was holding its breath, an uncomfortable, nearly tangible tension and the looming possibility of an explosive reaction from mikayla hanging in anticipation of what dylan was about to say. maybe he should've let her continue walking. " okay. " his tone is dry to avoid being too suggestive, but if he's correct in his suspicion, she should know what he means. she has to. " do you have feelings for gwen? "

[boltmyth]

#BOLTMYTH: A PRIVATE, HIGHLY SELECTIVE AND MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER SET WITHIN THE PJO VERSE. AS WRITTEN BY FLO(RENCE), 24. ORIGINALLY ESTABLISHED IN 2017. ©

[deathruined]

does percy jackson know that i love him

[taroet-archive]

(       —         i love you.      )        there was a time,   in a life no longer her own,   that those words had made a home on her lips.    they had spilled freely then,   pouring out of her like water coming back down to the earth.      yet,    even then,    it had taken her awhile to become familiar with them.    to think of them without wanting to hide,   to flinch,   to run away         &,          never look back.     it had almost destroyed her then.    almost broken the person she had come to hold so dear,   too.    it had taken her much longer than she was proud of,    to breathe out a declaration she had known rang true from the moment nathaniel had uttered the words himself.    

she did not think she would ever have to find the courage to familiarize herself with them again. dylan tells her he loves her         &,          the words escape him so easily,      sound so casual coming from his lips,   that it takes her a minute to catch up.    one moment the world is balanced,     perfectly aligned . . .       the next?     it is tilted on its axis.    florence blinks.    looks at him.    furrows her brows.     suddenly,    just being in his presence feels dangerous.    her heart does something funny,    squeezes itself together until she’s sure the blood supply has cut off,    because she feels a little lightheaded.         (       —         i love you.    i love you.   i love you.      )      the last time she loved someone,   she died in his arms.     the last time she loved someone,     he stopped truly living.     she wants to run farther than she ever has.

“          okay.     i need to go do something now.           ”       she turns on her heels then,    praying to poseidon         &,          whichever god will listen that he lets her go.    she's afraid that if she stays,    something inside her will break.     / @deathruined .

[deathruined]

i love you. a sentiment dylan hadn't uttered since ava, whose memory left scars on the landscape of all his future relationships –– the greatest betrayal he had experienced thus far orchestrated by his first love. even now, as feelings of deception fade into distant memories, he still reels over the string of betrayal, forever tainting his ability to fall deeply and unapologetically, the way he once had. but when he does . . . when he feels those words again, even cautiously, the absence of reciprocity echoes painfully louder than any words could convey. and this silence between them is agonizing. the reverberation of " i love you " hangs so uncomfortably between them that it causes dylan's chest to tighten and, all of a sudden, it was as though the room itself was holding its breath, absorbing the weight of his words like a secret whispered into the universe, an almost tangible tension. she doesn't have to say it back yet, but he needs something more than this. nothing was worse than the shift of emotion on her face.

" hold on. " dylan moves ahead in order to purposefully place himself back in front of her, warm hands instinctively reaching to gently cup her face, brushing strands of her hair out of the way. his eyes, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and concern, search hers for a glimpse into what is going through her head (before he lets his own wander to the dark places it threatens to visit). " tell me what you're thinking. "

[manslaught-a]

“ you wanted to go for a walk. i'm walking. ” a little faster than necessary, sure, but was dylan really expecting them to go for some stroll? she's never known what to do with her anger, and releasing it with exercise is the least violent method— she doesn't want to hurt him, because even through her vexation, she recognizes that none of this is his fault. it's her father's for instilling her with so much fear that it still exists so many years later, despite him being on the opposite side of the country.

every muscle in her body tenses when he reaches for her, the instinct to lash out almost overwhelming— but she reels it in, somehow, fists clenching but never raising, coming to an abrupt stop. “ anything? ” she asks with a bitter laugh, finally turning to face him. “ sorry, i forgot the part where i told you anything about my life before i got to camp. ” it's not just him, though; she's never talked about it to anyone, preferring the version of herself that she grew into here: someone strong, confident, not that same scared little girl she was in oakland. “ because it has to do with that. ”

[deathruined]

hand drops from her arm to fall back by his side and dylan just stands there, absorbing the bitterness in her laughter and the raw honesty of her words. when she turns around finally, it's like as if a curtain had been pulled back, exposing a vulnerable layer she had guarded fiercely. his expression softens slightly, the weight of guilt settling heavily on his conscience.

" i –– " dylan scoffs, dumbstruck. " you've never talked to me about it. " but he hadn't asked. it wasn't for lack of curiosity or care, but rather an oversight in understanding her, how she ended up here. mikayla: a constant presence in his life, a reliable friend. they navigated the surface of their experiences together, touching upon the lighter aspects of their existence at camp. not once had he doubted that beneath her tough facade was loyalty. she'd be there if he really needed her. " you're mad at me for not knowing something you never told me? "