He tries to ignore them, to let them slide and to give him and his mom a little bit of breathing room.
But he comes home one day and sits across from his mother and says, "My sub is a centaur." He pauses. "And one of my teachers is a fury and one of the kids there is a satyr, but the centaur thing is new."
She sighs and does what she always does when he comes to her telling her of another new thing that shouldn't exist but does.
She unrolls a map and hands him a coin.
He flicks it with a practiced flick of his thumb and it spins in the air three times before landing face down with a sort of finality neither of them have ever brought themselves to question.
His mom leans over the map, nudging the coin aside. "Well, it is the land of ten thousand lakes."
Percy rolls his and eyes and starts packing.
He can't avoid Camp Halfblood forever. But by the time any of the three magical persons at his school notice he's missing, he and his mom will be halfway across the country.
there isn't a color for it, but you're the blog that keeps dragging me into other fandoms. I started following you like 5+ years ago during the Mindcrack heyday and now I'm super into critical role, dsmp, and hermitcraft because of you. stop making me like new things (affectionate)
I'd say I'm sorry but I'm not <3 that's delightful, and I look forwards to dragging you into new things in the future ;3
mooshlovely replied to your post “kyrstin: hear me out: a cutthroat kitchen-type contest for fanfic...”
Oh my god I could not write that fast. Just having a time limit like that would freak me out so much, then I would spend forever fixing one sentence and it would end up only being like 300 words or something else ridiculously short D:
but shhh nooo even if it was 300 words you would still make it amazing lets be real here you would totally win
sketchessss c: you should def follow these people, amazing writers and amazing people ^w^ This was also the original idea i had when drawing moosh lovely’s’s dragon, with the scales kinda shining or tinted green/blue at the edges as opposed to the first drawing i did with the head and feet being mixes of blue and green, but i like both c: hope you enjoy!
mooshlovely replied to your post:Hey do any of you guys watch RvB? Because I just...
squeee, i love rvb. Season 10 is the end of the freelancer part isn’t it? Also i adore delta
YAY! RvB buddy! I didn’t expect to love this show so much, but something happened and now I’m addicted. Love Delta too! It makes me really sad to think that him and Theta and all the other AI are gone, but I guess it’s good they can live on through Epsilon.
Also the soundtracks are really cool, especially season 9
Last one I promise, "I will savor the day I can watch you fall." Ship of your choice
Tbh, this is the one I was really ready to do. Deadbones and Rob, LoM setting
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"I will savor the day I can watch you fall."
Willakers’ eyes widened at the random comment from his drinking buddy for tonight who, ironically, could not drink a drop. He put down his drink and leaned on his elbows, staring straight at Deadbones, who was sitting in front of him.
He fumbled for words for a moment. “I… Did you… Come again?”
Deadbones mimicked his position, blood red eyes staring into brown ones.
"I said, I can not wait till you, and everyone really, falls," he drawled.
Willakers blinked, brain still trying to comprehend what his friend just said. He was only able to spit out, “Why?”
The other man shrugged, “Because that probably means I’m going to fall as well, which wouldn’t be all that bad at this point.”
His eyes glazed over as he got lost in thought, with Willakers looking confused at his friend.
"Are you… unhappy with life?" he asked tentatively.
Deadbones snapped out of his trance with a tilt of his head and a slight gasp. He shook any lingering thoughts or memories away, bringing his focus back to the other man. His carefree attitude snapped back into place.
"Not really," he replied with a shrug, "I’ve been alive a while, it’d be nice to be free."
A pause, then Rob voiced a question he’d had for a while, but had never had the time.
"How old are you?"
Deadbones smirked, something unsettling for an undead skeleton.
"A while… far to long for me to remember," he said, voice growing quietly as the weight of his words sunk in. "Still remember alcohol though… God I miss that."
His boney fingers played with the rim of an empty bottle, a small “tink” heard every time his hand hit glass. Willakers did the same, dragging the pads of his fingers up and down the neck of the bottle. The feel of his skin stretching just slightly, the simple touch seeming like so much more than usual.
Suddenly grabbing his bottle, he held it aloft.
"To you not being able to drink!" he proclaimed, putting on the voice he usually put on for speeches.
Deadbones grinned, holding an empty bottle with his. “I’ll drink to that.”
They clicked bottles, and as Willakers drank, he added one more toast to himself.
Short. Been staring at this for a bit too long. :P
"You almost shot me! Again!" Pause shouted from across the field.
"I’m sorry!" Beef called back, walking up to collect his missed arrows.
He met Pause halfway, taking the fistful of arrows from him. He silently placed them back in his quiver, head down as he replayed the last rounds of failed attempts of trying to hit the target.
"Thanks for helping me, Pause," he said, almost shyly.
Pause smiled, pulling an arm around his shoulder.
"No problem buddy," he smiled, "Now, let’s get that arrow to fly for more than 5 feet."
