RIPPLE EFFECT

i despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. it is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood. divika hunnicutt. 27. greek.

[ofnereid]

INTRODUCING: DIVIKA HUNNICUTT, DAUGHTER OF AMPHITRITE

you're not livin' 'til you're livin' livin' with me you're not winnin' 'til you're winnin' winnin' me you're not gettin' 'til you're gettin' gettin' me

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[ofnereid]

andromcche​:

𝐰𝐡𝐨: andromache boutros && divika hunnicutt ( @ofnereid ) && lena carillo ( @medeians ) && lunara kohli ( @radiantlunara ).

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧: may 24th, 2021.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞: the walt whitman bridge, philedelphia.

“ — i mean, of course i love the second mamma mia movie. do i think it captured the same magic as the first one? i mean, no. obviously not. you can’t just replace meryl streep with cher and expect me to feel the same type of — ” andy’s interjection in the great mamma mia vs mamma mia 2: here we go again debate ( which had been taking place for the better part of an hour, just as they’d departed lawrenceville, nj ) had been rudely interrupted by the screeching of brakes. not just theirs, but their fellow travelers as well. all had stopped, still as sentinels. the foursome stepped out of the car, just as the center of bridge they were beginning to cross shattered and crumbled into the delaware. andy ran to precipice, as a serpentine tail flicked out of the water. “ wait – what the fuck! did you guys see that? ”

☽

 in the middle of constructing her counterargument, divika quickly pushed the discussion to the back of her mind to focus on the traffic jam in front of their car.  given their distance from the bermuda triangle, the creatures of the abyss shouldn’t be surfacing so far north of their domain. “a sea monster in the delaware river?” she questioned aloud in acknowledgement of the absurdity of the situation.

regardless, containment of the threat needed to be their top priority as their instructors had trained them. “lena, how do you want to start the evacuation for the mortals?” she asked her fellow greek, noting the increasing damage to the support beams of the suspension bridge. “lunara, does your shadows work underwater?” she asked, attempting to the follow the monster’s trail. “and andy, can you do anything to stabilize the foundation right now?” her knowledge of what the romans were capable of was limited to what she seen presented in capture the flag, but right now any help would have to suffice with the limited time the team had to act.

[ofnereid]

“I love this song,” she commented, looking up from her phone. Compared to the other cars (and no doubt  Lunara’s disregard for the speed limit), their car had an estimated arrival of tomorrow morning. Having only traveled to Chicago for business, Divika appreciated the additional time to familiarize herself with the city while the other cars caught up. Joining Zayyan would had been the safe decision, she was used to him and Olympus wouldn’t had called for an union of both camps if only one side needed to participate. 

@radiantlunara​

[ofnereid]

“so how’s new athens treating you?” divika asked after their server left with their order of calamari and cocktails. given the strong emphasis on teamwork from both chiron and lupa, the decision to partake in happy hour with a roman demigod was a move in the right direction. admittedly, she debated on who to seek out first, but in the end the legacy of proserpina made the most sense. based on how noemi treated her peers, she saw herself in the woman and respect had always went a long way in divika’s book.

@ofproserpina​

[lifeinpoetry]

Scream and scream until god’s ears begin to hurt.

D.M. Aderibigbe, from “Letter from My Father, Odysseus,” published in The Poetry Review (via lifeinpoetry)

[oaluz]

Jazmine Hughes

[ashika-pratt]

[sudaul]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

She was graceful, with a grace that rested in the blood,

Octavio Paz, from Convergences: Essays; “Remember That Voice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

In all she said, however open she seemed and voluptuous, there was something hidden; in all she did, however daring, there was something concealed.  The clearness was only outward; within was a wandering flame.

Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Orlando: A Biography,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[brunettee-chickk-deactivated202]

I purposely ignore hints so you can speak up and be direct like an adult