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[lituusapollinis]

𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔲𝔰𝔞𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔰 octavian (pjo) rp & ask blog

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cras es noster.

Blogroll: @counterpoiise (ethan nakamura), @drepanon (kronos), @trustforged (heph kid oc)

[hegelian-tragedy]

Btw I’m still alive! I’m moving lately, so things are crazy busy for me! I’ll be on more in July!

[offbeat-rp-memes]

Out of Context Sentence Starters

These are all real things I've said and I will not elaborate.

"Armani's not a color, you asshole!"

"Sometimes a shitpost can become, like. A real boy."

"Bad and naughty babies get dunked in THE MILK."

"Break into the zoo. Free the cassowaries."

"This man looks like he came out of a Pop Tarts box."

"Your mom is a certified meme lord."

"Okay, but pants should be optional at brunch."

"Chicken salad is just another reminder of my shortcomings."

"It's mushroom weather outside."

"We intend to leave an offering of taquitos and jalapeño poppers."

"My own father has called me both a fuddy-duddy and a troglodyte!"

"Whatever zangos your mango."

"Maybe shrimps just don't exist at 2am."

"Don't eat the dog Oreos."

"I WILL PISS YOUR PANTS!"

"Life needs more frolicking!"

"Let me know if you find the rum cake dimension!"

"Ya gotta try to kick the sky."

"Get hench and collect weird bones!"

"Transmute cheese into garlic bread via dark alchemies."

"I had to sneak back in and grab them like the Grinch."

The devil's butt is as big (or small) as it needs to be to tempt mortals to sin, I guess."

"Damn colleges need to handle their ghost mermaids better."

"Dainty teeth, for highly specialized TEETH CRIMES!"

"I mean, I can go stand in the yard and yell 'KA-KAW, KA-KAW!', but I'm sure the neighbors think I'm strange enough already."

"Can't talk, cheese steak."

"Of course, once you've made a sacrifice to the S C A B T R E E."

"It's one of those damn legfish!"

"I got his ass, meow meow!"

"I mean, I would hope brains are tender. Don't want rocks in our heads."

[listslistslists]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕟𝕦𝕤 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕔𝕠𝕝 (𝕖𝕡. 𝟙-𝟙𝟞) (stupid vers)

a collection of stupid quotes from episode 1-16 of The Magnus Protocol that make it sounds like an office comedy instead of a horror podcast, use as you wish, adjust as needed

It is a privilege and an honour to be horrible in your ears once again.

I care. Not a lot, mind. Don’t flatter yourself.

It’s okay, [Name]; We’re figuring it out, cutie.

Don’t hit on the computer while I’m working on it.

Let me guess- fancy gowns, champagne, bathing in the blood of the poor- that sort of thing?

I'm the patron saint of cute wimps.

It's a good place to canoodle.

That’s cool. Babies are cool.

No one in this entire place will give me a single ounce of respect.

That nearly went very badly.

I'm breaking the boundaries of what it means to dance.

You can be creeped out or sarcastic but not both.

Nice chair. I could look real ominous swiveling in that thing.

Don’t be gross.

Some of us do actual work here. At our job. Which pays us.

Dark love to all my creepy sweeties!

I'm mysterious~

God bless Bitcoin, amiright?

I should probably stop getting tattoos of your face and return all your kidnapped pets.

Thanks, [name]. Utterly useless as always.

Treason's “bussin'” and “fire”, but it won't look good on your CV.

I thought you were a goth?

Your girl is goth- not a ghoul.

Welcome to my twisted mind.

[lituusapollinis]

❝ every blond guy i know goes fucking through it, kid. i’d consider changing your hair color. you could probably pull off ginger. ❞

Somewhere Out There, Apollo Nearly Smote Octavian for the Mere Idea II @bringthunder

"First of all, if you call me 'kid' again, I'm going to remind you that one doesn't need brute strength to fight when one has the eye of an archer." Octavian ticks a finger. "Second of all, I'm not sure if you noticed, but Apollo's genetics literally cause rainbows to cast off of my hair in the sunlight, so with as much disrespect as I can possibly express: there is not a world that exists where I would debase myself so terribly as to touch hair dye."

With that, he shrugs a shoulder and smirks. "Besides, who would want to ruin perfection?"

[lituusapollinis]

"Why should I believe a single word you say?"

What Sorts of Cracks Could Have Begun to Form Between Wars, I Wonder... II @furysburn

Octavian’s smart enough to raise his hands and flick his gaze to the ground, keeping his teeth squarely hidden behind his lips. “Praetoria, please, do not debase my loyalty to Twelve in this way. Not a word that passes my lips will ever be a lie,” not in its entirety, anyway, “Not the least of all when it involves the fate of the legion itself.”

He tests the waters by lifting his eyes first. “I swear it, Reyna.”

His brows square. “I haven’t the foggiest what happened to Jason Grace. Believe me, if I did, I would share it. All I can tell you is that at this second, an enemy we didn’t even know existed is going to come knocking very, very soon. Our war with the Titans may not be over after all, so please, trust me when I say that, as much as I wish not to cast burrs upon Jason’s triumph, and especially his loyalty, the fact of the matter is that he is gone, and until he returns, we will know nothing of why he has vanished, or what it means that our camp is yet again under the threat of very insidious, very concerning opponents seemingly at the very same time as when his presence is needed the most.”

He takes a breath. His lips go taut, and slowly, he begins to allow his hands to drop.

Octavian glances at Reyna's dogs carefully.

“If it helps… I don’t believe this to be another Bryce Lawrence situation. Jason may not have adored certain… aspects of his role, but he’s no traitor. Any investigation on that front is a formality at best, and everyone knows it. Even I.” Especially I.

[lituusapollinis]

is it too late for us to change our minds? / from jason !

the decision starters II accepting

“Whoever said 'it’s never too late to change your mind' was a scammer.” Octavian sniffs discerningly. “Empty platitudes help no one, and shallow comfort is a waste of time. But, then, if you wanted to be babied, you’d have asked someone else, no?”

The augur has a hair elastic between his teeth, and a partially braided platinum tail woven through his fingers. “Further, you’d have actually meant your question, or otherwise asked something else.” Rarely does Octavian feel the need to spell out anything so plainly, so arbitrarily, but he’s exacting as he is pragmatic— in the ways that matter, of course, given that ritualistic divination tends to be anything but those— so he’s plenty happy to take on, thus, the role of a lepidopterist, pinning Jason’s wings to the observation board, so that he can’t but squirm as the descendant of Apollo nails him precisely where it hurts the most— where the ache needs the most attention, that is.

“What are you really afraid of, Jason Grace?” Octavian’s tone is sour and metallic, almost the bearing of wolf’s teeth. “That we will lose legionnaires? That I, you, or Reyna could be hurt or killed? Or, shall I rephrase both questions to be more accurate? That is, statements of truth, rather than objects of rhetoric.”

Octavian is one of the few campers who needn’t raise his chin to meet Jason’s eyes squarely on. “You are afraid to fail— us, your expectations, and, somehow, the entire godsdamned world, as though it could ever be your fault alone that this planet gives up the ghost.” His hands go to his hips, one braid completed.

“I know you, amicus mea. And it is because of that that I beg of you: please know us in turn. We are each of us capable Romans, or if not, then dutiful ones. Insult us again with your doubt, and I assure you, you will not face the Black Throne before facing the might of your fellows, first.” He eases up enough to begin the second braid. “I mean, really, Jason. The concern for your peers is honorable, but the uncertainty is cruel. The Senate knows we can handle this fight. Why don’t you?”

[lituusapollinis]

i'm beginning to have a very bad feeling. / from jason !

the decision starters II accepting

Temple Hill is beautiful at dusk. Naturally, it’s always beautiful, but— and perhaps the augur is just a touch biased toward his own ancestry— the setting, bronzed-red sun has a particularly breathtaking way of splashing the temples in claret and gold, and Octavian can’t help but think that that’s when the gods’ altars shine the most clearly with the appropriate majesty begotten by creatures of their magnitude.

Besides, Jason himself looks kingly, too, in this light (despite his own best efforts, Octavian is sure).

Try as he might to hide behind poor posture and the worst-ranked cohort— and humility that Octavian happens to know is bizarrely earnest— one’s parentage is difficult to obscure, especially for the blonde paragon of Roman soldiers that Jason Grace, legionnaire, centurion, and likely future praetor (no matter how badly Octavian wants it, how little Jason has to try for it) is. The fact is, then, that his friend is royalty. And decorated by the Sun Chariot’s glow, there is no question whether or not he’d fit in on Mount Olympus. For the gods’ sakes, he looks like he descended from it, for a petty little jaunt among the mortals below his feet!

All of this, then, is so near enough to ease Octavian’s ever-bustling mind.

Evidently, Octavian’s company is not enough to afford Jason the same comfort in reliance. He can understand why, of course, but it rankles nonetheless.

“The Fifth needs you here, Jason.” Camp needs you here. Octavian sighs softly, reaching over to slide a palm between Jupiter's son's burdened shoulder blades. “Besides, it isn’t as though our legionnaires can’t handle this…”

He’s lying.

They both know it.

The prophecy was suitably vague, as it should have been, but there are very few ways to interpret lines such as “one shall be lost in the east / and bear witness to the might of the beast,” and a grand sum of none of them are good. None of them much indicate promise for a return of three.

“You’re too tense, Lovey.” He mutters, instead, hoping a change of subject can soothe, where cold facts cannot. Jason is a warmer man than he, when all is said and done. “You ought to visit the baths more.”

He kneads his thumb into the muscle beside Jason’s spine. “If for no other reason than to wash away the smell of ozone. Nervous, are we?” Octavian chuckles, a light noise meant to worm its way into his friend’s much softer chest.

“I’m not going to be electrocuted if I continue to touch you, am I?”  

[lituusapollinis]

Who would like an augur in their inbox?

[lituusapollinis]

❝ hey, you ever try gambling? just putting it out there but, y’know. you kinda look like the sort of person to lose a grand on slots and then act like its the machine’s fault afterwards. it’d be kinda funny, is my point. ❞

Clairvoyance Does Tend to Exclude You from Game Night II @bringthunder

"Much of what I do is casting lots and hoping for the big win." Octavian sniffed, gesturing to the wooden sortes at his right. Golden bangles on his wrist clinked with an almost musical quality, as he then brought his palm down onto the plush belly of a pristine stuffed animal rooster, returning to his work at hand.

"It's never the tablets' faults for miserable fates, and pitching a fit about destiny to the weavers of it is not unlike climbing to the top of a mountain and proclaiming that Jupiter can't smite you." He sliced the fabric open, before firing a grin at the child of the king of gods.

"Now, that would be funny."

[notmorbid]

the decision.

dialogue prompts from the decision: animorphs #18 by k.a. applegate.

we were betrayed by one of our own.

do you want to order something?

i'm beginning to have a very bad feeling.

stop being a hero.

you'd be a fool not to be frightened, but you didn't run.

murderers don't have honor.

any time _____ does something, it's for a good reason.

i'll believe you broke the rules. i'll never believe he did wrong.

maybe you need to think about who your people are now.

like it or not, you're one of us now.

go and prove me wrong.

i wish i had died with ______.

i want to live. i feel terrible about it, but i want to live.

it's a terrible thing, living when so many others have died.

i'm glad it wasn't me.

i made a mistake, dismissing you.

we have to get out of here.

i wish ____ were seeing this.

you have no secrets from _____.

great war. you can't tell who's on what side.

we're from a much tougher neighborhood.

they're beaten already. i'm not going to kill them.

it will take some time, and we will be weak, but we can rest.

i offer you this freely.

we are weak because we are not united.

free people who get together to defend freedom are never weak.

everyone feels most comfortable when they are just themselves.

secrets and lies and the loneliness of privacy are natural.

are those good guys or bad guys? or a little of each?

let's go say hello.

humility is just not something you do, is it?

you'll say yes without knowing what i'm asking?

i have known worse ______ than this.

it's now or never.

one by one, we're disappearing.

i'm more afraid than anything.

it's one thing to face an enemy. it's very different to wait, powerless, for some unseen force to simply delete you.

_____ was a traitor. we have to accept that.

you've asked the same question fifty times.

it doesn't look like we have anything to lose.

is it too late for us to change our minds?

what makes you so sure i don't mean it?

it's just you and me now.

if i'm stopped for any reason, you have to keep going. clear?

sometimes, the people who are your own can be very different from you.

can we eat ______ now?

[lituusapollinis]

“It's okay to admit when you need something, y'know. Or someone.” The sentiment seems genuine. For the barest moment. If you squint. And if you're insanely gullible. Because shortly after the fact, Percy shrugs underneath a telling smirk. “Like admitting how bored you'd be if I wasn't around. Things like that.”

// i really don't need to tell you but @tidaltow :)

Is there a demigod form of Excedrin? II @tidaltow

"If you weren't around, Perseus Jackson," Octavian smiles wolfishly, "The very air itself would smell sweeter. As it is, I don't personally savor the stench of brine."

[hasturs]

my old man killed the idea of a loving god being up there when i was six years old. nothing capable of kindness could make a man like him. well. turns out there are other gods. hateful ones. like the one in our my head.

𝐇 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐔 𝐑 𝐒. an independent  &&  highly  selective  original  horror  character.  heavily  influenced  by  eldritch  horror  and  existentialism.  as  adored  by  tally  (he/it,  25). template.

[lituusapollinis]

Who would like an augur in their inbox?

[lituusapollinis]

Slinks back onto the dash 👀 hi

[mecwmellc]

"awww, come on octavian! have some spirit! it's not ides of march without a little blood, is it? and what do you expect from demigods who train all day?" percy asked in a teasing tone.

[lituusapollinis]

"Oh, I'm sorry that I'm trying to keep my damn camp running, Perseus Jackson. Truly, my sincerest apologies for upsetting your delicate sensibilities. I understand you make slacking off an Olympic sport."

[lituusapollinis]

"Happy Ides! If I see even a drop of fake blood on camp grounds, you'll be cleaning the aqueducts for a week."