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→ architectgenius is in your sights

"Well if it isn't Little Miss 'who-died-and-made-you- wikipedia', holy shit."

"How's it hanging?"

#'big fan big fan'#architectgenius #s: architectgenius #;;starter #v; main'

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Annabeth cupped her hands around her mouth, squinting at the lonely figure. The desire to call him out weakened once she realized it could attract unwanted glares from the other campers. This wasn’t the first time she caught him upset in the rain. In fact, his isolation from everyone worried her more than it did last time—each moment she encountered him, he seemed to get worse and worse.

Her hands acted as a shelter as she paced toward him. ”You shouldn’t be wasting your time out here.”

“...” For at least five minutes, Jay said nothing in return. He hadn't been expecting anyone to find him, an there was a good reason he had chosen do go out alone, let the reason pour onto his face. The teen wasn't one to share his feelings or his thoughts with anyone--not even his best friend-- and though he managed to cover up very well most of the time, there were days when he simply couldn't; and today was a perfect example of that.

He slowly glanced up, blinking as the rain hit his face. He knew it was obvious he'd been crying, but if his sister were to ask, he could always blame it on the rain-- he always did. It took him a couple more seconds to get himself together, but finally the brunet focussed his attention on the blond in front of him.

“--Yeah, you're probably right,” he said quietly. “But I'm pretty content here.”

#architectgenius #ic #;closed #{ sobs more }

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Send me a " ○ " for my character's reaction to finding yours sitting outside in the rain, upset and crying.

Percy was never good with words when Annabeth cried. The only way he could accurately describe himself when he saw those beautiful gray eyes tearing up was brain dead. Of course, that’s how he felt a lot of the time when he was around the bright girl, but he tried not to admit that out loud as much as he could avoid it.

When he saw her across the clearing between the cabins, his stomach instantly twisted into a knot. He couldn’t jog over to her fast enough, ignoring the fact that the rain was slamming into his skin harder than paint balls. Someone must have seriously pissed Zeus off.

He opened his mouth to speak, but unfortunately he hadn’t thought of something witty and charming to say to make her feel better, so he just sort of… stood there. Percy hadn’t felt this stupid in a while—at least a week, in fact. Before his brain could catch up, he just plopped down beside her, taking in the way she was curled up into herself like she was trying to be invisible.

“… You’re going to catch a cold,” he said stupidly, hesitantly wrapping an arm around her before trying to push her wet, matted bangs away from her face. “Do you want me to beat someone up? Because I totally will. —I mean, not that you can’t beat them up yours—y’know, I’m just gonna shut up now and hug you.”

And he did. And maybe he kissed the edge of her ear, too—or maybe that was just the rain.

… He wouldn’t tell anybody if she didn’t.

#;meme replies #[ i wasn't sure if you wanted this to be ~*~canon~*~ or not since we haven't interacted #so I went down a safe route :') ]#architectgenius #;ask

this is it, the apocalypse x percy and reyna x zombie au

earthshakingpunk

This is all real. This is actually happening.

Well, shit.

As much as Reyna wanted to believe that this was all fake, the situation was far too big for it to be a fraud. Walking corpses had already surrounded the school grounds and there was almost no way of escaping; some people have tried, but trying was as far as they had gone, before either: a) being eaten alive or b) turning. Sometimes, it shocked Reyna to see how stupid people actually were after seeing a few students– all unarmed– dashing through the hoard of zombies, and then later on, their luck run out and they have turned into the very thing that they had tried to escape.

Right now, Reyna was walking around school, to look for any other survivors, because if she was planning to get through this world alone, she sure as hell wouldn't have been able to do it by herself. So, armed with only her backpack, the leg of a broken chair and her ruler, she continued her search around the seemingly empty school.

Reyna made her way up the school slowly and into the library. It was rather old, compared to the rest of the school. she stood in front of the automatic doors, which would make enough noise so that Reyna would hear it move if a zombie were to ever approach, but not enough that zombies would come jogging towards her. For now, she was safe– or at least, the safest a girl could be in a situation like this

The thing that made Reyna frustrated was their speed. They weren't slow, like how the media portrayed them to be. They moved at jogging pace, which pretty much sucked for her and any other survivors out there. Reyna moved towards the desk where the Librarians would sit, looking for a roll of duct tape. A drawer creaked open and Reyna smiled as soon as she saw that silver cylinder-shaped object. She wrapped the tape around her forearms and shins for makeshift armour. These zombies were once human and from what she recalled, human teeth were blunt and were therefore, unable to gnash through the somewhat slippery surface of duct-tape; though, just to be safe, Reyna bit her covered forearm hard to double check.

No holes.

It worked; so even though she probably looked like Bicentennial Man's cousin, she kept the tape on.

Reyna scourged the desks and the drawers for more duct tape. Who knew it could be so useful? She had only found two other rolls, but figured that it was better than nothing. She zipped up her bag and made her way outside again, after all, it was never safe to stay at one place for too long with no barriers.

Just as soon as she stepped outside, she heard a string of curses from someone who sounded very familiar and followed it, leading her to room T32. Reyna peeped through the glass and found her classmate– Percy trying to ward off four other zombies. Her hand darted towards the handle, trying to open it, but had no luck because the door was locked. Reyna banged the door with her hand, to signal her presence and maybe grab the zombies' attention for at least a split second and divert them from Percy. She dropped her ruler and grabbed the broken-off chair leg with both her hands, banging the tip of it on the knob. Still no luck. Panic filled her whole being. She needed a plan, and she needed one fast. Reyna could only hope that Percy was well.

"Keep holding them off, I'll get you out of there!"

#earthshakingpunk #architectgenius #mcleanslate #mythomagicandskeletons #gracefullychallenged #canadiandragon #missmetaldetecter #captrepairboy #[ shit i'm so sorry this wasn't supposed to be that long omg ]#[ i hope this is alright orz ]

Watch the World Die | Jason, Frank & Annabeth | Zombie AU

One of the most difficult things to deal with as a student was moving. Jason left his whole life behind: his football career, his friends, his normalcy, and all for what? Another promotion for the man of the house?

Hope it was worth it, dad.

Even the word dad was a gracing to that sad excuse for a man. Never home, flirting with women all the time, and leaving his son to fend for himself in the world. Strange how today’s biology lesson related to that. It was about animal behaviors and mentalities in packs. Alphas were the head honchos from what he gathered—the dudes who called the shots, but that was mostly what he gathered. He had trouble paying attention lately as diligent as he could be in class, but the other part he caught was regarding the outcasts of the pack, the Omegas.

Yeah, definitely me.

He was seated in the back of the classroom next to a burly Asian dude named Frank and a smart, yet smart ass cookie named Annabeth. He was surrounded by strange faces, names, and people. Nothing felt normal, it all felt alien. He suddenly felt lost again, some sort of bizarre surge going through his body. It was as though his senses were warning him something was off today, but he couldn’t put his finger on what. He quickly excused himself to the rest room, signing the pass and rushing down the hallway. He heard sirens in the distance, noting the flashing lights from the windows in the hall way coming from the front of the building. Streaks of red and blue flew about, but Jason kept moving.

He stumbled in front of the sink, feeling some sort of panic attack coming on. These were common since he moved—all the anxiety of what he left behind hitting him like a sucker punch whenever he thought about the past. He put the sink on full blast, dousing his hands in the streaming jets of cold water and splashing his face. His eyes were shut and the faucet’s blast was so loud he could not hear the bathroom stall door creaking behind him. He continued to pat down his face, rubbing his eyes several times until black dots blotted his vision in the mirror. He started to see himself again, but something was not right. Why did he have two heads?

Jason’s skin crawled, adrenaline pulsing through his body as he jumped out of the way of some student’s lunge just in time. Some punk wanted a fight? Well, he was more than happy to grant this dude one.

“The heck’s your problem, dude?”

He received no response, only a guttural growl as the boy turned and faced him, unfazed by bashing his forehead into the glass of the mirror. A shard was protruding from his skull, causing Jason to flinch out of imagining the pain.

“Are you alright? Seriously, let’s get you to the nurse or something, man, you’re not looking too good…”

The boy foamed at the mouth, groaning once again as he reached out, trying to grab at Jason and snap at him with the canines of his jaws. Jason instinctively raised a leg up and bent it towards his chest with his knee, snapping outward with all of his might into the other boy’s chest. The rabid-looking kid was sliding across the floor now and Jason’s body was in overdrive. He felt his pulse pounding inside his skull, his back crawling as if ants were making him their new mound, his eyes still trying to process everything that’s going on. He ran while the getting was good, charging out of the bathroom and into the hallway where the sirens were louder, walkie-talkie chatter became abundant, screams echoed off lockers, and more kids looked just like that dude in the restroom.

“Definitely the greatest town to move to, dad, “ He mumbled.

Jason was so confused by this commotion, but he knew one thing: this wasn’t just a coincidence. He had to run. Now. The question was, where?