#zerotoherc

[contractualsarcasm]

@zerotoherc​ //meme

“ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭? ”

“....What?” Instantly, her vision blurred from the tears that formed at her lash line.  It was such a bittersweet sensation that swept over her. She felt such warmth from those words and yet....at the same time they made her heart ache. “ How could you be proud of me? ” She asked in disbelief. “ I’ve done so many terrible things...especially to you. ” 

[twxlightbeforedawn]

zerotoherc replied to your post:              ||. not to be that guy but like...

wow my heart hurts

            ||. ironic given ur muse cos he’s greek and they’re KNOWN for this but she’s a bit of a tragedy no matter what route you take so better to strike the middle ground

[wisenedup]

@zerotoherc The sound of a trap triggering had drawn Bill’s attention but, as he jumped down from the roof onto the back of the truck, he pulled up short. It was hard to understand what he was seeing.         There was a certain type he was used to seeing caught up in his traps. Grubby, concealing clothes, a few guns, generally just broken and dirty people. What he’d caught today? Nothing like that, at all. For starters, the guy had to be six and a half feet tall. Instead of 20, 30 year old clothes, he was wearing... what looked like some get-up for a gladiator themed party or something. All arms and legs exposed, flimsy little sandals... Oh- and he had picked himself up as easy as you please and was wrestling with the rope holding him in the air by his foot.         Bill’s muscles burned just to see such a feat, and his gun dropped a little in his pure shock at the sight. What the hell was this guy thinking?         The raspy, revolting cries of the infected were what broke him out of his reverie.        “Just hold on!” He finally called, “I’ll cut you down!” He jumped off the truck and sprinted for the trap’s counterweight, grateful to himself that he had repaired the fencing; it was holding against the infected, for now.

[killypool-archived]

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❝ gonna gently break the fourth wall on ya, buddy, but i’m sure greeks are used to it. disney songs are way fucking better in languages other than english. can’t vouch for every language over here, but you ever take a listen to soundtracks in french? maybe it’s just because the french have a nonstop erection for pure angst, but the teams in charge of translation hit it out of the park every fucking song when it comes to the sad factor. don’t believe me? compare “and the crowds will cheer when they see my face” to “one thousand echoes of their joy rise into the infinite and their voices sing in me”. tearing up? i don’t fucking blame you.  ❞

[motherwitch]

"Don't panic!"

Injury Sentence Starters

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Endora starts to reply sarcastically, knowing that she’s more than capable of picking herself up and continuing on with her day. But when she finally looks to see who the voice is coming from, a smirk appears on her face, and she extends a hand out. 

“But if you would like to be of some assistance…”

[kingmxfasa-a]

“Zazu was right. He does make a handsome throw rug.”

[bastardswxrd]

@zerotoherc || boop

         Hercules spotted the shape long before it made its arc into the ground. It was hard to miss, shining and bright like a star plucked from the heavens and scorching through the atmosphere just as quickly. With Pegasus beneath him, it took the demigod no time at all to fly after the object and follow it to an olive grove where it lay steaming.

         “Oh my gosh–!” What Hercules found, was not what he expected. He dismounted with a leap and rushed to the figure pulling himself from the ground. Godly essence came off the stranger in unfamiliar waves. Faintly of Aphrodite, faintly of Ares, but altogether foreign. This was a god Hercules had never encountered before.

         “Are you okay?!” He was at the god’s side in a moment, one hand hovering over his back as if unsure whether to touch him. “Hey–”

Bezi let out a great groan and was amazed to find his lungs still working. The pain was a lot less than he expected(almost absent)- or the landing was unexpectedly soft.        Exhaling, he shifted. The ground was soft and slipped under him- torn up by his impact. His bones, his chest, they were.... He could feel power radiating through him. It was as if someone had taken the dial on his godly powers and just yanked it clean off. What was usually a gentle trickle was now a raging flood. It left him breathless.       He heard wings- hooves, feet, a voice. Someone moved closer, fast. Heat came off of them in waves, but not the kind of heat that came from temperature. It was the warmth of safety and protection, strength.      “Mmmm...” he swore under his breath and raised a hand for a moment, please before lifting his head. Olive trees...? Sandals, dirt... His head was still spinning.       “I’m... in one piece,” he mumbled, slowly sitting back on his heels. “I think. That was...” He looked up. That was a hell of a fall. 

[equusalatus]

@zerotoherc  continued from (x)

The stalion didn’t mind getting his white coat dirty and colored with mud and earth, not if that meant he would get some time with his best friend! He took a few steps back and proceeded to lick the ginger’s cheek.