godless

( adeline, angie, brielle, catherine, charlie, chloe, damien, gabriel, harlow, jacob, luna, matias, mina, scarlet & theodore ) some evening made of rose and of mystical blue. a single flash will pass between us. like a long sob, charged with farewells. + var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5530975"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

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charlotte “charlie” smith → template 1

pay attention to the quiet ones. because they’re the ones that pay attention to you when everyone else is gone.

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catherine delorme → template 1

i am afraid that if i open myself i will never stop pouring.

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brielle rossi → template 1

you thought we were roses and daisies and shrinking violets, but we are wild things.

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angélique “angie” park → template 1

books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.

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adeline delisle → template 1

adulthood is where dreams go to die. grow up, get a job, become a drone. that’s it. then it’s over.

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matias ramirez, yoon mina, scarlet higgins & theodore presley → text posts

*spends a whole minute deciding whether to write u or you*

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fifteen is a nice number, so i decided to add a fifteenth character to my lil group of characters! anyway, this time i’m being honest, this will be my last character. i promise! anyway, here’s brielle! please like this post if you want to plot and i’ll im you!

sofia black d’elia. cisfemale. she/her. · i can’t believe brielle rossi managed to drag themselves to camp after fifteen years of it. i heard that the hunter of artemis has been hanging around the archery field since they got here. the physically twenty-three year old seems to have adopted their godly parent’s quarrelsome and unpredictable traits, but the pesky human in them seems to be increasingly fearless and impartial. good luck bri. with war brewing on the horizon, you’re gonna need it.

is actually twenty-six years old, which means that she’s only been a hunter of artemis for three years.

decided to come back to camp to help out for a little while bc camp had a big big part in her childhood and she feels like she owes everyone there.

had a pretty terrible childhood, with her mother not paying any attention to her whatsoever and much preferring alcohol, and an array of “stepfathers” who never stayed for more than a week. 

was brought to camp by an older camper who saved her from an attack by monsters.

there she finally felt at home. like, she’s a daughter of ares and being surrounded by people who thought similarly to her and who she could call family? unbelievably amazing in brielle’s eyes

she really enjoyed going on missions, even if she almost died during a couple of them (can be a bit reckless and unpredictable) 

is basically the fight me emoji

in her second to last mission she met hunters of artemis for the first time and she was in awe. like, she really looked up to them and admired what they were doing. after a year of thinking constantly about them, she realized that this was what she wanted to do, and then she proceeded on doing everything she could to become a hunter of artemis.

since then, she really hasn’t regretted it. she loves her lifestyle, and doesn’t regret having to give up on romantic love bc she loves people platonically a lot more anyway. 

um, is amazing at archery. like, really really good. then again it makes sense since she’s a hunter. but is also really good at combat in general; advantage of being a daughter of ares.

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damien pictou, gabriel ribeiro, harlow roy, jacob delorme & luna johnson → text posts

“wink wonk.”

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adeline delisle, angie park, catherine delorme, charlie smith & chloe fitzgerald → text posts

“sees cat being naughty and scoops him up: this is a disciplinary hug. do not derive joy from it.”

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seduce me with your book collection

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godsknown:

daisy  loved  nature,  there  was  no  other  way  around  it.  she  loved  crisp  cold  winters  and  hot  summer  days  and  everything  in  between.  one  of  the  nicest  things  about  camp?  the  weather  was  always  beautiful.  there  was  a  storm  rolling  over  new  york  city  and  barreling  down  the  valley,  but  once  the  clouds  reached  camp  they  split  around  the  bubble.  there  was  something  beautiful  about  watching  a  storm,  which  could  be  deadly,  meet  camp,  which  was  so  full  of  life.     “  you’re  sure  your  dad  won’t  mind?  ”      she  asked,  reaching  out  for  the  bottle.  they  had  been  sneaking  bottles  of  wine  into  camp  for  months;  their  monthly  meet-up  to  distress.   thank  god  he’d  already  opened  the  bottle;  tipping  the  bottle  back,  she  took  a   pretty  good  mouthful,  sitting  the  bottle  in  between  them.      “  i  love  watching  storms,  it’s  like  watching  my  mom  and  her  husband.  life  and  death  in  an  odd  harmony.  ”

“nah, he won’t. he has so many of these bottles, and he barely ever drinks them. he says he’s saving them for special occasions, but those occasions never seem to come. some bottles have even wasted away because he waited too long, and that just hurts to watch.”

taking a swig from the bottle, he smiled at the blonde and slightly tilted his way to the side. sometimes, he couldn’t believe how the world had managed to be blessed by someone as perfect as daisy. these little beach and wine dates with her had come to be one of the things he looked most forward to, and he dreaded them ending every time they had one. whilst he was terrified to admit his feelings to the blonde, he also wanted to spend as much time with her as possible, and he’d take every excuse to do so.

“really? they used to scare me when i was little, but i got used to them eventually. i love that image, though. you actually manage to make storms sound poetic, whereas i always thought of them as something dangerous. i have to admit, though, they’re pretty fun to watch from the inside. being stuck outside during one of them is another story altogether, though. it happened to me once during my very first mission, and i didn’t exactly enjoy it.”

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godsknown:

 THE   STRAWBERRY   FIELDS      weren’t   lacking   this   year   ( not   that   they   were   ever   lacking )   but   some   of   the   plants   were   slow   to   bloom.   sometimes   they   just   needed   a   little   coaxing.   she’d   been   walking   the   field   for   the   past   hour   or   so,   making   sure   that   the   plants   that   were   a   little   neglected   got   their   deserved   attention.     one   particular   plant   caught   her   attention ,   the   fruit   was   almost   ripe.   brushing   her   fingertips   along   the   vine ,    the   fruit   ripened   before   her   eyes.   plucking   a   few   of   the   berries ,   she   bit   into   one   as   she   made   eye   contact   with   luna.      “   i   won’t   tell   if   you   won’t.   ”      she   said   with   a    smile,      “   want   one?   ”        //        @opcndoors

there were a few people as camp whose love of nature competed with luna’s, but out of all of them, there were none who seemed to understand the way she felt like daisy did. she felt like the blonde harmonized with nature in a way she wished she could, and because of that, and because daisy was a generally fun person to be around, luna loved spending time with the blonde. especially in the strawberry fields. chuckling lightly at the other’s world, she shook her head. “i’d never tell. hey, you actually help them. you can do what you want. and if you offer, then it’s only just polite for me to say yes.”

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@ambrosiafed & @eruadites: harper & zander & damien.

had he been a bit dumber, and had he not known how his boyfriend’s and girlfriend’s hands felt like, he probably wouldn’t have been able to tell whose hand he was holding. luckily for damien, though, he was well aware of the fact that it was harper’s hand in his, and that his head was resting in zander’s lap. they were all sitting together — well, half-laying half-sitting might have described it better — on the edge of the forest, watching younger campers going about their weird little lives. for the last few minutes, damien had been pointing at specific ones and making up life stories for them, but that was becoming boring, and the young man found himself slowly growing more and more tired. “hey, you know the stars? doesn’t it suck that we can only see them at night?”

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@godchld: link & chloe. 

“did you see the fucking snake in the cabin? and no, i don’t mean a fake person or whatever. i mean a real, actual fucking snake. so like, i’m going to need you to go in there and get it out. and make sure it didn’t have any babies. because, those hands? those hands are not touching any fucking snake.”

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@ambrosiafed: rosalie & matias.

“ta-da!” matias exclaimed, grinning as he handed a bouquet of flowers over to rose. he wasn’t the most romantic guy, but he did like to give his girlfriend little surprise gifts from time to time. he loved liking her smile pretty much more than anything else, and he wanted to do so as often as was humanly possible. without it being too much, of course. “i know this is corny as fuck, but luna made them all with a special signification. i don’t remember any of it, but i can tell you they’re all very meaningful. about like, how amazing you are. and how much i like, love you.”