#hihi!!!

[underoospeterparker]

Popping in to say hello and that I miss writing :(

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my cat eating a cheez it

I LOVEE KITTYY SO CUTES...

my kitt y me petting her belly

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Could I request secret/forbidden relationship Lukercy? If that isn't inspiring, I apologize

Not uninspiring, but simple, and I like that. <3

Luke sighed as he sat next to Percy on the doc. Percy didn't look up at him, too busy staring at the water under his feet, Percy was kicking his legs, and just before his toes hit the water, the water would ripple out as if already struck. His eyes might not have left the water, but he did move his hand closer to where Luke sat, as open of an invitation as he could get out here in the open.

Luke laid his hand over Percy's, his thumb rubbing over the back of Percy's knuckles. This was the most physical he would get outside of Percy's cabin, where he would be talked into laying on top of Percy for a nap or out in the forest if they where lucky enough to be there alone, allowed to make as much noise as they wanted, or in his case, get Percy to make as much noise as he could.

He could hear kids shouting behind them, off in the distance, the camp alive with activity, but he allowed himself to stare at Percy unabashedly, and the reflection of the water in his eyes. His hair was almost in his eyes, and Luke wanted to reach over and brush it out of the way. He didn't move, but he did swipe his thumb up one of Percy's fingers before going back across his knuckles.

Things were still tense with him at the camp. They really didn't have a way to keep him there, but they didn't want him to leave either. They wanted to know where he was at all times, and he had been brought in to be questioned about his decision to stay many times. He hadn't given them a proper answer yet.

The fight hadn't left him, as Chiron suggested many times in these meetings, it was just shifted. If he couldn't get the gods to acknowledge them with a war, and even Percy making them swear it as his war prize couldn't get them to change their ways, then maybe he could be there for the kids who would trust him still. The ones who where new and hadn't yet heard the others stories of him. Who got to make their own judgment of him. Some of his half siblings even started talking to him again.

It wasn't water under the bridge, but they knew he wasn't there to make them suffer.

Which was why Luke insisted they hide this. Percy didn't care what anyone else thought, knew that at least a few of his friends wouldn't abandon him. But Luke didn't want to risk his chances of being able to be what the younger kids need him to be. Percy might not be great with kids, but they still looked up to him.

Luke sighed, his eyes trailing Percy's jaw, and he desperately wanted to place his mouth there.

Someone shouted behind them, calling Percy's name. They sounded young, and Luke couldn't place their voice. He thought of it as both a blessing and curse. New campers were a good thing. One less dead child, no matter how you looked at it. But he used to know everyone by name.

Percy slid his hand out from under his, and Luke turned to the lake, pulling his hand back to himself to pull his lighter and pack out his pocket. He hunched in on himself and Percy stood as a child hit the doc, their steps shaking the wood.

He was already smoking by the time Percy walked away with them, and he forced himself not to watch him walk away.

[junkyardd-101]

Is thay.. a telemachus pfp....

it is…

[beanofspace]

I do draw art yiss, i just recently been motivated by glass.

ANYWAY-!

Thems two characters belong to @chibichiibs (the blue jar with the pixie dragon) and @blackkittensketches (Literally Black in a pool of strawberry milk)

I lasted for a good few hours.

AND I WILL MAKE MORE, MORE JARS-

M O R E

lookie!

Rainbow!

U W A A A H

Beautiful uwu

Back to the grave i go-

[batz]

i gained a lot of followers today!!!

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trick or treat!!!

soapghost 🧼👻💞

Happy Halloween!!

Simon’s head jerked toward the door as it slammed shut, coffee half way to his mouth. John came around the corner, smile bright even as he pulled his gloves off, still in his thick coat and worn soft sweater. Simon sighed, putting his cup to the side as John leaned down and kissed him. He tilted up into to it, but scoffed when John pulled back,

“Your mouth’s freeze John.”

John chuckled, bracing himself by putting a hand on the back of the couch by Simon’s shoulder and leaned down to press his whole face into Simon’s neck, making him shudder from head to toe, stubble and cold cheeks rubbing his skin.

“Are you at least done with your haunted house?” he asked as John pulled away, leaving the living room to go get a cup of coffee from the still hot pot in the kitchen.

John made an affirmative sound, “gonna scare the pants off them.”

He talked over his plan again, the tunnel made of cardboard boxes, the plastic skeleton on a timer, his hiding spot.

Simon smiled into his coffee as he listened to his partner talk, hand still rubbing the cold spot on his neck, already planning on getting revenge that night by pressing his cold feet to John’s legs.