do you get deja vu

[ofpercymoon]

lucianasalazar​:

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“If that was supposed to be an insult, that was bad. I stopped listening after you called me beautiful.” With Percy, things were easy. They could laugh, joke, and tease one another over anything and it wouldn’t matter. It was the kind of distraction that she needed from the mess of her life and the biggest bonus of all? She didn’t have to worry about him trying to sleep with her at the end of it all. Light hues rolled at the suggestion; not out of annoyance towards him, but more so at herself. “I appreciate the offer, I do, but I can handle it. I’m mostly just trying to pick up extra shifts so I can have something to lean on if I need it. I promise, I’m good.” It was just another reason that she’d quickly deemed him one of her best friends. She couldn’t think of many other people who would have been so quick to help. “It’s a shame we could never work out, you know?” Nudging him, she offered a smile in return. “Please, it just takes practice. I told you this. It’s not a competition if I’m not actually playing.”

...

“it amazes me that you think i’d ever insult you,” percy laughed, and he remembered all the things he loved about her, her sense of humor being one of the main things they worked perfectly. “you better let me help my best friend one of these days, otherwise i’ll just slip you the money without you noticing, even if telling you now totally defeats the purpose of it being a surprise.” he couldn’t help but worry, sure he struggled himself, but percy was raised to always lend a hand no matter what. his grandmother would feed and clothe whoever needed some solace or warmth. “you will never stop with that one, huh?” percy laughed shaking his head at her. “i can’t even talk to a guy, let alone let them do whatever they wanted to my...what was it that girl called it, my persussy”

[ofpercymoon]

lucianasalazar​:

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“I don’t forget to listen. I just choose not to,” she chimed in return, voice carrying a playfully light tone as she looked upwards to meet his gaze. While their friendship was relatively new, it wasn’t something that anyone could be able to notice. They were inseparable on most occasions and now seemed no different. “I didn’t not say that.” He was tamer by her wild comparison, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Not when she was trying to get her life together to be the mother her daughter so strongly deserved. “First off, it wasn’t bed. It was my couch. Secondly, I’ve been picking up doubles for two weeks straight and it’s finally catching up to me.” Granted, seeing Jaxson again had something to do with her exhaustion, but she wasn’t going to open that up on a day where everything was supposed to be fun. “If you’re offering to do that, then I won’t say no. Someone has to keep me from eating an entire box of girl scout cookies.” The mention of the shelter made her smile widen in his direction. “Yeah? I guess I’ll have to bring my A game. Friendly competition on who can get the most dogs adopted?”

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“you are as beautiful as you are able to give me a headache,” percy teased as he shook his head at luci. his best friend was surely the fun one out of the two of them, the one who helped percy get out of his comfort zone and try out new and exciting things. “hey!” he grinned. “don’t try to reduce my point by going over those details,” he giggled. “alright that’s fair, but you know you don’t have to always pick up doubles, i can sell some of my art to help you out,” percy shrugged, and it wouldn’t really be all that much to him if it meant he got to help out someone that means the world to him. “if they’re samoas then i’m eating those, and you can eat whatever it is i make you. but yes i’m offering to cook for you if it means having you around more too.” he smiled. “not fair, you’re pretty and i can’t even talk to a guy without fumbling over my words, it’s not a competition when i know you’ll win.”

[ofpercymoon]

@damienfischer​

˙ ˖ ✶ Damian

“hi damien, do you mind if i use you for an art project, our only criteria is that it’s supposed to be something beautiful, and well...um, i chose you.”

[ofpercymoon]

lucianasalazar​:

“Here’s the deal, babe. You’re going to make sure I don’t end up going home with someone I shouldn’t and I’m going to show you how to have a good time. It’s a win-win kind of situation, I promise.” With an arm looped into his, Luciana guided them towards a food truck, only stopping and pulling away once they’d joined the line. “First things first, I have to get something on my stomach. I had a long day of doing absolutely nothing and somehow still managed to miss lunch. We grab food, drinks, and then we can pick a seat somewhere on the lawn? If you ditch me, it better be for someone hot.”

CLOSED STARTER: spring concert @ofpercymoon​

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“Luci, I do this anyway, but you do forget to listen sometimes.” percy smiled, his best friend was a wild card, but he wouldn’t trade her for anything else in the world. he never really had a big family, only his grandparents had ever truly been there, but luciana was definitely family to him, a bond that ran deeper than blood. “um, did you just say i don’t know how to have a good time?” he said frowning slightly at her before the smile came back again. “you were just in bed all day and were too lazy to get yourself food?” he sighed. “you do know i can always cook for you and meal prep things so you never go hungry. and i’m not ditching you, besides i did sign us up next week for an adoption day at the local shelter, we’re going to help a lot of animals find forever homes, so i hope you’re ready.”

[ofpercymoon]

PERCIVAL “PERCY” MOON

CHARACTER BASICS

AGE: Twenty-Five

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis man, He/They

FACE CLAIM: Mason Gooding

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′11″

DATE OF BIRTH: July 18th, 1996

ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: High School, studying Creative Writing and Film

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION: N/A

OCCUPATION: Scooper @ purity ice cream co.

HOMETOWN: Ithaca, New York

NEIGHBORHOOD: Cornell

ORIENTATION: oh no not another gay

well look at you the boy who never ceased to smile and finds beauty in everybody’s story, the one whose hands are always stained, whether it be paint, ink, or coal, never have you seen a day when you’re pristine. Oh but the things you create, the people and creatures that live in your mind and jump onto paper or canvas, they are fantastic, the heroes you create, the villains you dreamed up, they’re all apart of you and that beautiful smile.

you’ve never known your parents, not really, only seen pictures of them and yourself as a baby, but you’ve heard that they were great people who were gone all too soon. the people you see as your parents were your grandparents, your mother’s parents who took you in and raised you, gave you every ounce of love you needed growing up, they nurtured that artistic side of yours, gave you that first finger painting kit, and you’ve been covered in paint ever since.

but they’re getting older and you wish they could be invincible like the way you’ve always seen them. but their bones ache and tasks are a little harder, but you help them don’t you? it’s why you took up a job, promising them it would be doing something you love, but you use that money for them, to take care of them and help around the house. sometimes it’s hard but you never cared about things being hard, you love them so much that none of it matters as long as you get to see them the next day.