#opais

[dayicrepylover]

bueno esto era el pedido de un amigo pero lo subo aca pa no borrarlo por error

XD

[its-mrx]

Ponytail Tifa ask Cloud for a date with her fancy Suit

[titanslayer]

"don't TOUCH me! go away!" i'm a sinner 8)

yiiiiiiiiikes.

     he caught her looking at him funny, one or two times. it was hard to catch her at it, really, her gaze flicked and turned and bored into something else fast enough, it reminded him of a dagger drawn out quick, stabbed into new flesh. she had the most unsettling effect on jason because of it, and it always made him rather self conscious of his scar. because that’s almost always where annabeth’s eyes wandered: to the lip scar. as if it looked wrong to her. sometimes, he expected her to tell him it was in the wrong place, because her look was so close to one of quiet irritation. you couldn’t have bit the stapler on the other side? he can hear it in his head. gods, jason, you’re so dense. it should be on THAT side.

     which was… absurd. he knows it’s absurd. she had no reason to say or do or think these things anymore than he had a right to suspect her of it; it was just one of those uncomfortable sensations. the rest of the time, she was one of the best people to talk to—they could debate for hours on anything. 

     but now, when his cheek is stinging from the force of that slap, and she’s crawling back from him in the dark as if she’s repulsed by the sight of him, jason really has to wonder: was i really so wrong to suspect? she’d been having a bad dream, when he’d come to check in on her. his hand went to her shoulder, hoping to pull her back from the brink of an imaginary tartarus, but instead she’s smacked out, reeling away from him like he was a ghost come to haunt her.

     `a-annabeth? it’s just me! it’s jason—` who are you seeing right now? `what’s wrong?`

[sentinaels]

trick or treat 🎃

send ‘trick or treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and i’ll give you a treat! | @opais

here it is dear, i hope you like it !

[sentinaels]

                                      i challenge you, she said, to a battle of wits.                                       annabeth chase moodboard — for @opais

[fidelitcs-blog1]

@opais gets the brick. also a cont.

          ‘ okay, wait. so tell me again why you felt the need to judo flip that camper again? ‘ he laughs, sitting himself across from annabeth. jason was someone who ever dabbles with gossip - but he considered this more of a battle report. besides, he was certain that chiron or hedge was on a warpath looking for his friend.

[amcureux]

@opais

     “ Actually, the pegasi don’t really mind me. It’s        probably something to do with Mother. But I        suppose if you wanted to feed them instead I        can leave.”

Oats in hand, Alessandra had his open palm to a particularly handsome mare in her stall. He only came in here because he had the urge to think about his sister, Silena, who often spoke to him in the barn. 

     “ It doesn’t matter either way. . . Unless you needed        me for something else?”