#ownmidnight

[bluebeatle-gone]

if anything could show the fact that he'd had been making progress with the scarab, it was the fact that jennie was sitting mere feet from him and nothing was on fire. khaji-da was still on edge, of course - jaime was beginning to feel like all the work in the world wouldn't make her calm down around a lantern's ring. he could deal with the buzzing in the back of his head, though, expelling any extra energy in the bounce of his leg under the table.

        『 jennie's a friend. i'm not hurting my friend.                                           you're just gonna have to deal with it. 』

@ownmidnight (jennie) said: i’ve already given you enough therapy material for the next thirty years. 

he couldn't help but laugh at what she said, hand coming up in a half-hearted attempt to cover his mouth. ❝ between your situation and mine, we're gonna make a therapist crazy rich one day. ❞ another chuckle at the thought of super-therapists 『 damn... am i going into the wrong field? 』 and jaime brought his attention back. ❝ really, what's up? i have room for another decade. ❞

[prophetin]

maybe if they were a little wiser, a little less reckless, they would live to their true potential. too soon. they’re trees whose branches are cut before they bear fruits, before they get the chance to flower. no matter how deep their roots run, how fast they regrow, they’re never fully there for long. michelangelo didn’t finish his statue of david before 26, would he have been as well known had he been on borrowed time like marty and aspen are? would they be kings of their own days, their @ownmidnight?

only when he draws in a sharp breath marty realizes he's been holding his breath. his fingers hover over the canvas, he dares not touch it yet cannot believe it is real. "you painted this?" he whispers, his eyes not letting go of the familiar brushstrokes of the strange work. impossible, because he knows each of aspen's works. impossible, because this painting must be over a hundred years old. "when?"

[prophetin]

🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends? / joni !!

from details about ocs

joni has no friends .... she has study partners, people that are nice to her and that she is nice to because it is beneficial and because she is well-mannered. she has never had someone she would call a "friend", though, school has been too important for that. in the years of building her campaign, she has found companionship in likeminded students that followed her same goals, but none of them would call that a friendship ( even if it could technically classify as one ). joni would say that she does not value or need friends, when in truth this is one of the reasons that she has become so alienated and cannot find a way to put a lid on her anger. if she were to ever find friends now, they would probably have to be some sort of misfits as well, maybe a little raggedy group of demigods on the run or something.

[prophetin]

august / @ownmidnight

posthumous exhaustion is a thing that should be studied, kailey thinks, because damn can haunting be tiring, even if you don't technically have a body that can tire. but there are so many strange rules and intricacies to being spectral and so many things that kinda like 'manipulate' your energy so to speak? which is shitty because 1. you have no idea what could cause it, it's not like you get a 'how to be a ghost'-manual when you die, 2. even when you figure it out, there is no way for you to really change any of it, since, hey, you're no longer physical, and then 3. and the worst part is, you only have a lot of time to spend trapped like this because, hey, you're only here for eternity. kailey has never had patience and even less of it when she stops being so busy living, and now wandering into a house at random has turned into a two-week-ordeal because something here has made her stuck and she is losing her goddamn marbles. there's only so many times you can walk into a wall and come back out on the same side, so she's retreated into the tv to brood.

this is from where she spots a girlie that's not exactly walking by, which is how she can sorta tell that this isn't a person. kailey watches her for a little, because honestly not all ghost encounters so far have been pleasant, and there's a chance this one won't even notice her ( like i said, strange rules ), but after a while she chooses to step out of the tv and approach her.

“ boo! ” she goes, pun intended, “ sorry, hi. can you please help me to get out of this house? i swear, i've been stuck in here for weeks and i have no idea how to leave. i have places to be, people, to haunt, y'know, gotta check on my guinea pigs, i could really, really use some help. ”

[evermorcd]

@ownmidnight / 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕

❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 another bug person.  ❜ the sigh of relief might have sounded exaggerated, but it was REAL. After all, after meeting Scott and fighting against the spider - kid Tony recruited, could you blame him? He was quite done with verbose men who could shrink at command or easily web his wings down to the ground. ❛ So SHIELD, uh? The good side, at least.  ❜ he still felt his last encounter with " SHIELD agents " on his skin. As it involved a jump from a crumbling building, how could anyone forget? ❛ I'm an Avenger... FALCON. Not sure if you ever heard of me but, eh. Hope we will collaborate in the future.  ❜

[evermorcd]

@ownmidnight / 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 under a certain perspective. Not that he had been invincible in the past: he had been given a task - and only one; he wasn't the highest in ranking - actually quite the opposite; you could have considered him as the godly equivalent of an accountant. But he used to have POWER... And he never had to worry about the toll it would take on his body. He used to be immortal. While he had always been close to the souls of mortals and created a sort of EMPATHY towards them, he never had to fret particularly about his longevity, because after all he was a good " employee ", one that followed orders without breathing a single word. But then they tried to trap him in a damned statuette. And they succeeded in part... Would he ever be able to retrieve his godly self? No, the real question was: did he REALLY want to retrieve it?

❛ 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 that a very long life - an eternity - is overestimated?  ❜ there aren't many beings he can ask such question to, both because there weren't many ( almost ) immortals and because some of them didn't like him too much. He looked at Artemis with an apologetic smile. ❛ I know---- not exactly a HAPPY QUESTION.  ❜ but would you expect any less from the guide to the underworld? He pondered about death a lot.

[floripire]

‘ he’s immune to fatigue . his anger is a renewable energy source . ’ from lizzie lmao !!

looking for alaska // @ownmidnight (lizzie)

"okay and... where do i come in? and more importantly: can you pay? i'm---i'm not talking about money, by the way. sweets. you pay me in sweets. either regular ones or blood infused ones. i really like bloodpops. sometimes you just gotta have something in there to steady the mouth, you know?"

the last remnants of the blood bag she recently consumed make it so that her cheeks heat up immediately when she realizes that her sentence can be interpreted in more ways than one.

"i... i mean, i just---" as much as she'd love to walk it back and shut her mouth forever, she can't do so now. "---what'd you do to make him so angry, anyway?"

[floripire]

‘ i don’t think i’ll be able to get their screams out of my ears . ’ from luke !!

looking for alaska // @ownmidnight (luke)

if she didn't know any better, flori would think that she and parties don't mix. it's like she's got a party curse or something. sue's ended up in absolute disaster and now this one did too!

still, there is a silver lining to this one, though.

"yeah," flori murmurs, "same. but hey, at least marie was there, right? she totally pulled a hama - you know, from avatar: the last airbender? - and saved that woman!"

she gives him the gentlest of nudges. "hey," she says, "hey, look at me." flori only resumes speaking when luke turns his head. "do you want a hug? you look like you need one. i won't bite, i promise."