#campmartyr

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@campmartyr​ liked for an older verse annabeth starter!

Seeing Luke always feels surreal.  Now, after all these years, when things  are so different than they were before. When the demigods have a home to call their own, a place they can grow up and live normal lives like they hadn’t been able to when Annabeth was younger. Turning her back on the gods and building New Athens had been the best decision Annabeth had ever made, and she can’t imagine ever going back to how things were before. 

She holds up a bottle of soda, the go-to drink they’d shared when she was a kid that he’d always brought her when she was sad. “Thought maybe we could go sit  by Thalia’s tree,” she says. “For old times sake?”

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@campmartyr​ said:  ❛ We’re gonna be in danger no matter whether we’re together or not. ❜

      “hey, i didn’t ask  for this!  life was perfectly fine until you climbed through my window, told me my mother was a literal MONSTER, claimed you had all the answers, and convinced me to run away! ” rapunzel wasn’t one to snap, but... it had been a long, weird few days. she was still trying to wrap her brain around everything, and she wasn’t exactly succeeding. and that was coming from someone who had magic glowing hair. “i’m sorry, i’m just... a little stressed. i didn’t mean what i said, i... i wouldn’t leave you behind. i mean, i got nothing to go back to, anyways, and you seem like you know what you’re doing.” it wasn’t like her frying pan was anything compared to his swordsmanship. “how many more days until we reach this camp, do you think? i could use some food.”

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@campmartyr​​ asked :   66, hunted in the woods ( x )

          ❛ 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. 𝐑𝐔𝐍, 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆. ❜ 

Hard gasps coated her throat like blood, Daphne’s heart pounding like the blunt hammering of nails. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. Their footstops were anything but silent, the night’s inespeciable blackness like a void with no end. She felt Luke’s palm in hers, sweaty, his pulse as quick and haphazard as hers. This FRIGHTENED her more than anything. If he was afraid, this was bad. 

But afraid was good. AFRAID meant they’d do anything to stay alive. ❛ FASTER, LUKE.  ❜ Her chest heaved. Daphne’s sneakers sunk in mud and were wrenched out. She never faltered, pushing past twigs and leaves and the unaffected and cruel arms of the trees that formed the woods. There had to be an end in sight. 

Daphne’s hopes only continued to plummet, while her anxiety did the opposite. ❛ We need- we... we need- there! Come on! ❜ She heralded him, though he was no slow-foot. Luke kept up with her step for step, his long stride leading them to the cave off to the side. There, she could pause for a moment. 

❛ Don’t... speak. ❜ As if either of them could. WINDED, and terrified, Daphne braced herself against the cave wall, eyes wide open. She’d seen some really BIZARRE stuff in her life, but what was chasing them through those woods... ❛ Are you okay? ❜ 

[wistcrias-arch2]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to @campmartyr / @contedefee / @flabberworried / @elfhamesking the love of my life!!! 

Did you know you’re one of my favorite people on this planet? Gosh, Christine where do I even begin? I feel like I’ve exhausted every compliment I could possibly give you, and every reminder of how awesome you are, but that can’t be true because you keep finding ways to remind me of how awesome you are. 

Yes, I laugh at everything, but know this, while I can’t always remember why something cracked me up so hard, the number of times you (and mars) have made me cry/wheeze/snort/gasp for air on call is ridiculous. I look back on all our calls fondly, and while most of our conversations are absolute shit just coming out of both our mouths, I love those conversations so much regardless. You have been making this quarantine shit so much bearable just by being yourself, and I hate that you’re having to spend your birthday indoors like this when you should be out, getting yummy food, delicious sweets and going on beautiful walks with your beautiful dog. (I also really wish I was there ugh!!!) 

I can’t honestly describe how proud I’ve been of you over the past few months. I know finding a job that makes you happy has been a rough journey for you, after a difficult time deciding what you wanted to do at college, but I really believe this is the path for you. You were made to teach and inspire, and to connect with others and make sure their their highschool experiences were everything they should be. 

I really hate the stereotype that Slytherins are mean and selfish and blah blah blah, because if you’ve taught me anything it’s that you embody all the best qualities of Slytherin, and in fact all the other houses. You’re ambitious, and absolutely cunning, and your loyalty to your clan knows no bounds. You’re brave in a way I wish I was, and when you care about a cause or a person, you don’t cower or sweeten your words because you believe in what you do fully and with all your heart. You’re also incredibly intelligent (in your own words, “you have all your braincells!”) and more than anything? You’re a good friend: period. I may not be a parent either, but I want you to know you’re also a good daughter. It’s not always easy to be that, but you do your best and you deserve to rest easy knowing that you are one. 

I’m so lucky and honored to be your best friend (I feel shy saying that hehe), because I can’t possibly imagine making you as happy and comforted and welcomed and embraced as much as you have made me feel. 

I love you forever and ever, gorl. 

Love, Brooke (aka Dani)

And don’t forget, always stay WANI!

[resiilients]

        she’s a little breathless and very thirsty, so she’s glad once luke calls a break. setting her sword down gently, the blonde sits herself down on the edge of the arena to catch her breath, eyes setting on the horizon. thankfully, the camp borders protected them from the damage, but she could see and hear (if she listened hard enough) the loud awful storm cursing the outside of their perimeters. thunder was evident and bright, slashing across the dark skies every few minutes or so. she’d admittedly seen this kind of weather before a couple times, but for some reason tonight felt different. like zeus was truly losing it up there. “what do you think has him so mad tonight?” annabeth asks after a long sip of her water bottle, urging silently for luke to come sit beside her. as long as he didn’t sit too close, she’d be fine. right? yeah. she could handle herself around him. 

for @campmartyr​ because your tricks don’t work on me fool

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@campmartyr said: “i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

         she’s... exhausted. gods, that word doesn’t even begin to cover it, really, but her brain is way too tired to think properly. she’s focusing mostly on forcing herself to breathe --- in. out. in. out. she can’t feel her arms and legs at all ; she’s basically jelly, a puddle, whatever other analogy she would normally be able to think of. annabeth has never felt like this. ever. in fact, she’s pretty sure this is what it would be like to die. she just wants to close her eyes and let go --- sleep for an eternity, and then some. but luke’s voice, however far away it sounds, is a startle shock to bring her back. grey eyes flutter, and she attempts a groan. luke? her luke? her brain might be fried, but from what she could remember, he was the one that tricked her into this. into holding up the literal sky for him, only to leave her to suffer under its weight. stupid girl. she should’ve known. “wh ---” her throat is hoarse, and she can barely muster out anything properly... but she needs to ask. “ why? ”

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@campmartyr sent a 👫 for LUKE & PUNZ headcanons!

ahhhh not to be all cliche cuteness but....... they develop their own coded language so they can talk around other/younger campers.... nothing extra but they have a word for every place they can meet up, or little gestures mean certain things, like three taps on something means meet me in 15 we need to talk. or punz leaving a certain object by the hermes cabin (since it’s always so crowded) means find me when you can etc. 

since they’re the oldest at camp and they’ve lost a lot of big traditional moments due to... well, life and circumstances, rapunzel urges luke to play along with her and begin celebrating little “normal” things with each other. somehow they manage to smuggle a bike into camp one weekend and luke teaches her to ride it. punz teaches luke how to draw basic scenery. luke is the first person rapunzel slow dances with (she dreams up a whole prom night thing for camp one year it’s canon to me). rapunzel makes luke decorate cupcakes to commemorate their one year of knowing each other (and staying alive). basically, it’s the little things.

in our canon (yet non-canon cause luke survives) verse, after they go their seperate ways after the big battle, i think punz still keeps small contact by sending him postcards/drawings every once in a while. despite everything that’s happened, luke is still the most important person she has ever had in her life, and she still wants to keep him updated here and there on her attempt at a normal life. 

they come up with little games to pass the time during the off months at camp, which include the floor is lava, one person has their eyes closed and the other has to lead them through a path without failing using only their words (bonus trust bonding uGH) or making up new camp songs which usually end up being total jokes and not at all usable around children... 

[resiilients]

annabeth: when i met luke, it was like an angel choir started singing from the heavens

annabeth: when i met percy he was spiritually roaming the walmart parking lot at 2am