#when i drink i think about your handwriting in eyeliner when you wrote something so true

[oatbugs]

i realised i never went clubbing w my friends all together before this point. just w random individuals etc

#i think when i drink i adopt a lot more neurotypical traits bc i become aware of every sensation #i also gain a lot more focus and energy. i also gain the ability to have a sense of direction (memorise maps in sweden on 2% battery) #and also i gain the ability to look people straight in the eye while i talk to them or hold them or kiss them #and i become extremely energetic and focused. people have called me a lot of beautiful things but never #something so incrompensibly simple and basic as he has. i ran away and told me friends to watch fot me. i realised #i never experienced this with all of them before. the boy with the beautiful long hair let his hair loose and allowed himself #enough to kill an army. he took off his hairband which he only does when he is drunk or vulnerable or emotional which are perhaps #the same thing or the opposite. over the credit limit by 50 and i do not regret it one bit. i can hear #the sound of trains (angels) in my ear. this place is silent and the other place is deafening #but not quite enough to make the ground shake. i hope you are well and that you have moved on. #my friends in a circle and their hair in the light. my friends saying anything dumb. i made him rice and he said thank you #i love you as a reality and hate you as a concept. a boy pulled me really closed and kissed me and i felt nothing. #i either feel nothing for boys or i feel more for everyone. one is greater than the other - you said we both do maths and we #admired you like a statue. thank you for letting me inside. thank you for your sanctity. whereabouts are you? #i told you i love being autistic and you said you love it too except it wasnt a joke and you arent one of us #you dance sober and you understand #sorry for letting you kiss me. i hate you for kissing me that night. me and the only one covering appreciation with your kind of fun. #102 bpm. 121 bpm. i counted precisely. i count the bpm of every song precisely. when im drunk i think about manifolds. #when i drink i think about your handwriting in eyeliner when you wrote something so true #i laughed as if it wasn't. 3202.08 deposited into your bank account minutes ago. #i want you to understand. i want you to understand. i want you to understand. i want you to understand how much i love you. #IM LISTENING!

[drcrushers]

something i wrote on just for fun. it’s probably a little dumb, but here we are.

Your smile could out-shine the sun.

It had started out innocent enough. An envelope tucked into her momma’s mailbox and addressed to her while she’d been out. Not one to get messages except from Hermes, she’d opened it with some curiosity. A letter, beautifully written in an unfamiliar hand and unsigned at the bottom. Not quite a love letter, but something almost like it. A request to write back, to put it into the mailbox and it would get to the secret author in return. 

Fuck it, why not?

She knew it was probably a mortal just showing fondness; she’d gotten letters like it before. But there’s something rather . . . fine. Poetic, in a sense. Kind. Made her feel a bit silly reading it over and over again, but Persephone is in a decent mood and decides to write back to at least thank them for the lovely letter. 

So she does.

She keeps it simple. Nothing flowery. Thanks the supposed author for the flattery in the way she does all the mortals when they give her offerings. It’s nice to write a letter; she ain’t in a while. She and Hades ain’t exchanged them in years, he doesn’t have time for them. Much like he doesn’t have time for her, but that’s neither here nor there. 

She writes back, signs it sloppily and tucks it into the mailbox. 

Persephone doesn’t expect another one back. 

I can’t stop smiling when I read your letter, so I hope you don’t mind my reply.

But there it is a few days later, the same handwriting with her name on the front. Which is strange - mortals tend to refer to her by titles, not her name. Afraid of saying it, they’d said once. Invoking her wrath. She’d called it a load of horse shit, but mortals tended to do things their way and she was content on letting them keep up that practice long as they wanted. 

This one seemed different.

The letter was a direct response. The same flowery language, delicate and sweet. Flirty, if she didn’t know any better. How flattering. But now she’s just curious - and part of her is spiteful, too. If Hades knew, she could only imagine his fit of jealousy. Good.

Persephone replies. 

And so a summer long fling begins. In words of course, nothing more. The letters become a brightness in her days of work. She looks forward to getting them, reading them, and drafting up replies. She develops a collection of them in her vanity drawer and the stack only grows as the summer goes on. A hidden secret, almost. Something her momma or Hades can’t intrude on or say she can’t. Maybe it’s selfish or stupid, but she doesn’t care. Not like it’ll matter come winter. The poor mortal will be dead or have forgotten her, surely. They often do when she goes down to the underworld. Back to her husband who’ll no doubt drive her to the depths of insanity again. 

Hell, she might not even make it to the end of the summer. Maybe he’ll come get her early - again. She tries not to think of it, and spends her days bringing the summertime to those who need it most. That’s how she operates. The letters are a nice break and she loses herself in them late into the evenings. Rereading them. Writing back. Pretending she has a friendship-maybe-more with someone who certainly doesn’t build capitalistic hellscapes for what is supposed to be her benefit. 

It’s not the butterflies she got from first meeting her husband, but the feeling is something similar. She can’t deny it. She genuinely smiles for what feels like the first time in years when she reads the letters or replies. 

We should meet before you go.

The request comes as the summer begins to fade. Fall and winter are close on it’s heels. She thinks immediately it’s a bad idea - but Hermes, who knows now, only encourages it oddly enough. A night out before she’s confined in darkness for six months. It’s not a bad idea. 

So she accepts.

---

Persephone hates her reflection. 

It shows too many lines, too many wrinkles that have shown up over the years. Her hair is unruly, curlier than her momma’s and it snags everything in the fields in it’s grasp that leaves her plucking foxtails and other burrs out of it for ages. Even down to the shade of her skin - none of it seems particularly beautiful compared to her momma or their other relatives up top. Most of the time she doesn’t give a damn; some days she stares at her reflection and wonders what others must see in her. What her husband had seen in her that day in the garden some centuries ago. What made her so different? So beautiful when there were a plethora of other nymphs, demi-gods, and outright goddesses who outranked her in that regard. 

She huffs, drags her fingers across her face. She’s getting old. Too old. Vaguely she wonders if, as a goddess of life, if she’ll end up grey and decrepit and still trying to garden? An old crone, meant to be the embodiment of life. Hera is as old as her momma and still somehow looks decades younger - then again, Hera doesn’t live in the mortal realm, and doesn’t do physical damned labor. Frankly she wonders how a woman like her survived ten years of war, but that’s besides the point. Much as she loathes her own reflection, Persephone would rather be wrinkled and grey than live on that mountain half the year. 

She toys with a small pot of dark charcoal eyeliner, well used and worn before picking up a small brush with which to apply it with. She remembers using wild berries to stain her lips long before her momma ever let her near an ounce of make up, trying to make herself look like what she imagined the ones up on the mountain looked like. Ethereal, beautiful, striking women - as a girl she’d had no idea how awful and cruel they could be at the time and simply wanted to embody them. Now she mostly tries to be everything they aren’t out of sheer spite. She uses a rich plum color against her lips, and decides she looks decent enough in the reflection that blinks back at her. 

She doesn’t know why she’s doing this - it’s stupid. But she’s just bitter and angry enough at her husband to spite him, too, and Persephone ain’t always made the best decisions sometimes. Hermes had only encouraged her, clearly eager to get her out of her own mind for a night and forget about her crippling marriage. 

Harmless night of flirting could do her good. Remind her she ain’t an old washed up hag. Morale boost and all that. Not as if she wasn’t spending the evening in his bed - though the more bitter part of her says it might do her husband some good to think so. Sober his ass right up to keep him acting like a damned moron. Besides, she’s been writing with this stranger all summer. The letters have been her life and Persephone would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious and intrigued. Eager to meet this stranger who’d spent his summer writing to her as well. Clearly he cared and if Persephone could give him a night of enjoyable company (sans anything below the belt) before winter claimed him, so be it. 

Huffing, Persephone tries to fuss with her hair - and decides it’s a lost cause. Why does she care so much? She shouldn’t. But she tries. Because Hades ain’t given her the excuse in a while. Might as well enjoy the night, even if it won’t lead to nothing. She ain’t that type - even if she wanted to be. Persephone has been fiercely loyal to her husband and knows he’s the same; they’re just a damned wreck when it comes to communicating. Maybe she can practice on this little date.. It’s the first time she’s given in to Hermes’ encouraging in a while - who she knows would rather see her happy than anything and thinks Hades is the source of all her misery. He’s half right. Truth is she does a lot of misery to herself because she can’t swallow her own damn pride or some other bullshit. Much as Hades has built the wall between them, Persephone’s been supplying him with the bricks for years. 

She doesn’t dress fancy. Her usual is good enough, still smelling of the flowers and pollen and the warmth of the sun stitched into the fabric. It’s her favorite. Maybe that’s why Hades had replicated it in black for down below, the dusting of diamonds a nod to how he viewed her as a gem to be displayed. A gown of darkness that was everything her favorite summer dress wasn’t. She doesn’t remember where she got it, just that it’s comfortable and flows freely enough not to restrict her. In the other she feels caged, chest tight and pained when she tries to breathe too deeply. It’s in her head, she knows, but the difference still matters. 

Satisfied she looks semi-decent enough to mingle with mortals, Persephone half gallops down the steps in the way she always has at her momma’s house. Ain’t been her house in a while. Ain’t felt like home since she ran off down below. Still, it serves as a roof over her head when she’s up top and her momma is still kind enough most of the time, eager to have her home. Demeter is out in the fields so she isn’t there to throw a comment her way as she leaves the house, the evening air slightly more crisp than usual. A sign that winter would be coming on soon - a sign that she’d be headed back down below in the not too distant future. Frankly she’s surprised Hades ain’t come for her already. Her stomach twists at the thought. 

Hermes’ bar isn’t far, the town a small scattering of lights in the growing dim light of day. Small houses gathered together, a quaint little place that had been perfect for Demeter, apparently. The bar was one of the larger buildings, music and voices already adrift out the open door. She can’t remember a time when it wasn’t crowded. Since she’s frequented crowds have only grown - Persephone remembers being worshipped at altars carved of marble and stone; now there’s only the bar that carries her token of favors, her mortals far too eager to buy her a drink in some parody of once bloody sacrifices. She doesn’t complain; they’re good at picking wine. 

As always there are gazes that turn her way as she approaches and Persephone plasters a smile across her face. She’s well practiced these days, pretending to be happy. The mortals don’t notice and greet her as always. Raise their cups, toast to their patroness who tries - but it’s hard when old man winter comes early and won’t let her go until late. Hard to keep an entire world going when she gets a fraction of time to bring decent harvests. Still seems no matter how hard she tries there are always ones who don’t make it through the winter. The ones missing from the tables in the bar. She may not remember their exact faces, but she knows they’re missing. Knows these places should be filled by healthy warm bodies - and instead there are only fleeting ghosts in the chairs instead. 

“Was wonderin’ if you’d show up.” Hermes remarks lightly, pouring her drink before she can even reach the bar proper. “I always do. Show up. Reckon it’s like clockwork these days.” Persephone replies, grabbing the glass as he finishes and taking a long swig. Immediately the warmth spreads from her belly out, and she knows she’ll be numb by the end of the night. Hopefully. 

“Sit yourself down. Or make the rounds. Whatever ya like. Your friend ain’t here yet.”

She snorts. “Of course not.”

Holding tight to her drink, Persephone does a turn about the room. The mortals are usually pleased to see her, leech off the warmth she naturally radiates. A smile, a laugh, a dance - it’s all too familiar to her and she’s happy to help in the ways she can. If they’re gonna die, they might as well die happy. Either way in the end they all come to her in the underworld. Once she could have granted them some semblance of the afterlife, but now they all toil away in those damned factories and mines. But they don’t need to know it. Not yet. Not now. 

She loses track of time as some point, because Hermes suddenly grabs her by the elbow and they do a little twirl. Her body is less tight, the alcohol already working easily into her system to let her at least enjoy the night without struggling to forget about her shithole marriage. 

“Your date is here.” He grins. 

“Ain’t a date.” She teases. “Least, better not let my man hear you say that.”

“Won’t hear it from me, sister.” Hermes winks, and turns her nearly into the arms of another. A sharp, delightful feeling races up her arms and down her spine the second her hands touch the rough ones of the other figure. 

She knows who it is without question, without even looking up. A smile comes unbidden before she can stop it. 

“It’s you.” She whispers, one of those hands coming up to tuck beneath her chin, to bring her gaze to his. Her heart races and she wants to laugh.

Hades smiles.

“It’s me.”

#hadestown #inspired by the pina colada song ngl

[wookikun]

aesthetic tag game

tagged by @hiddenclawsof (who wrote the very first WooKi I've read and well I'm facing some unpleasant moments but u still remembers me and that heals me a lot)

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold.

(soft!) baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night |

(dark academia!) neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story |

(edgy!) closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humour | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks |

(seventies!) colourful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | DIYing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding |

(preppy casual!) collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colorful tights | layered golden jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairy-lights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details

(by @masterninjacow!) rainy mornings | sweet steaming tea | cats’ purrs | daydreaming about fantasies | back hugs | glinting necklaces | loud video games | grumbling thunder | constantly chewing gum | wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear to bed | watching horror movies at night | nibbling on chocolates | talking to yourself | short hair | sad lofi music | messy sketches | sweet-scented body wash | spicy noodles at midnight | hating physical affection but craving it at the same time | ending all texts with lmao or rip

(by @cherriigguk!) dried flowers | painting at 2 am in oversized sweater | up until sunrise | abundance of blankets and plushies | minimalistic colours | writing when you can’t sleep | warm banana bread on a winters day | stroking a sleepy dog | big eyeliner | butterfly clips | lo-fi hip hop | glossy lips and rose tinted cheeks | afternoon tea with old friends | oversized cardigans | herbal tea | dainty jewellery | self-care evenings | messy low bun or ponytails | dark hair | too many sketchbooks |

(by @iniquitouspoppy!) cuddling with pets | collecting art | journaling at night | flower dresses | raccoon eyes | thunderstorms | listening to music in bed | gaming | anything (pastel) rainbow | jumpsuits | taking pictures with an old camera | pictures everywhere | spending time with friends until the sun goes down | being alone and loving it | being alone and hating it | reading in the train or bus | just reading all the time | biking everywhere | buying flowers | biting your lip | blue skies, white clouds | big tattoos | piercings | stargazing |

(by @sweetae-tae) zoning out when talking to someone | travelling with friends | concerts and music festivals | doing something just because it makes others happy | being happy when loved ones are happy | mom-friending everyone | buying new flowers you know nothing about | baking for others | trying out new things | listening to one song on repeat for hours | not being able to find one specific song to listen to | doing things to keep your mind busy | a cool breeze during warm days | staying up for “just one more episode” | wishing on dandelions | collecting four-leaf-clovers | dimples | contagious laughter | decorating your room with photos and postcards and posters | winter nights when it snows heavily

(by @actuallythatwaspromise) bookstores | pearl necklaces | wishing on the first star at night | messy room | tall lace up leather boots | never breaking the rules | thigh high socks | peppermint-mocha frappes year round | no jackets in winter | standing outside in the rain | the scent of pine | watch documentaries for fun | navy blue room | knitted Blankets | eyes that are multi-colored | cool morning mist | perfectly formed sentences | reading poetry to learn new words | swords with golden hilts | wish anklets on so long that you forgot what you wished for

(by @kodabodaa) all black everything | vampire-esque | sitting outside on quiet nights | winged eyeliner | fucked up sleep schedule | standing outside during a downpour | meme photo folder | tattoos | piercings | loves to make people flustered through flirting | first meal not till after midnight | looks like could kill | laying in bed all day | majorly independent | playlists for everything | prince zuko trash | could read you to filth | lack of emotions | once i love, i love hard | not afraid of really anything |

(by @seoultraveller) intense eye contact | deep discussion about passions | naked dance sessions alone in the bedroom | learning foreign language through poetry, song, and history | studying historical dynasties | not studying out of pure disinterest | nervous lip biting | patience | having one drink alone at a hotel bar | pancakes or waffles on a weekend morning | driving down an empty road towards a roadtrip destination | a tryst over the summer that turns into a romantic storytime | traveling to put your school knowledge to use | mellifluous speech | does not speak unless spoken to first | peppermint hot chocolate by the fireplace | wine on the balcony | unknown intensity | crying in bed at night |

(by @daybreakx) hot drinks in tall mugs | glitter eyeshadow | the sensation in your mouth from peppermint + cold | the scent of roses | red lips | talking to yourself in another language | old disney movies | unsolicited information dumps | messy handwriting | cold days with lots of wind | listening to a song you love in public | a playlist for driving even if the drive is 10 min long | heart skipping a beat from happiness | the feeling when a concert is about to start | crime shows | sarcasm | drinking coffee while waiting for your flight | horror stories | scented candles all over the place | daydreaming as an escape |

(by @thelilyshope) sliding on floors wearing fuzzy socks | tennis shoes with dresses | loves horror | making your own coffee | lost in thought while in nature | staring at the night sky | loves the sunrise but doesn’t like feeling tired | falling asleep while bear hugging a plush | the feeling of excitement when discovering a new place | mysteries in old places | learning through travels | slowly reading books | longing for the future | fashion you love but could never try | interested in many but passionate only for a few | warming up under blankets after playing in snow | turning fear into excitement | embarrassing others in public | trying on weird things at the mall for fun | the go-to comfort friend

(by @yutopiada) morning runs through the sleepy neighbourhood | cutting your hair on a whim | clothes that are too big | podcasts and breakfast | writing letters to yourself | the sound and feeling of pressing the keys of a keyboard | songs that remind you of a precise memory | wanting to be different | scared of being forgotten | procrastination | body hair positivity | having a collection of wired earbuds in case one of them breaks | saving empty notebooks because they’re too precious to write in | claiming things as yours by putting a sticker(s) on it | that artificial strawberries and cream flavour | it’s not dessert unless it’s chocolate | white trainers | big, chunky shoes | staring at paintings/artifacts in museums for too long | enjoying old architecture

(by @hiddenclawsof ) walking at night to look for something interesting | collection of mystery/murder books | eyeshadow palettes that will not be used | highlighters | converse | not good at giving advises | vintage bracelets | old philosophical movies | peppermint | cries watching animals are being rescued | fidgets when thinking | instruments | typos | kaomoji | observes thoroughly | googles simple words just because | eyeglasses | black earrings | rain | strolling around the bookstore

(by @wookikun) making a group chat with all my fake accs just to comfort myself | love to stay alone but hate being lonely | become a talkative person when I meet someone I really love | love writing & reading | pansexual | a good listener | never show my true self so fast | always thinking before sleeping | can't sleep without clinging to bolster | shallow sleep whenever I'm not at my home | animes | wu xia series | coffee | accessories like bracelet, necklae, earrings | mostly use men purse instead of women's | imagine drawing with clouds | spicy foods | audio drama adaption cause I'm so lazy to read these days | dreams that I still need to follow | confessed to my crush and got rejected years ago

I'm not gonna tag anyone cuz I'm unfamiliar here but still I want to do this si without tagging I just do it :(((((

[malunedyne]

aesthetic themed ask list: you know the drill fam, all of them now!

BRUUHHH IS THIS BLACKMAIL

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?

will i ever be a successful writer/artist of any kind? how can i achieve that?

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

being able to be grateful and enjoy small things in life even if i feel like i’m at the peak of my dysthymia (lol)

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

a very random day i’m not sure why it got stuck on my head some +5 years ago when it was raining and i was outside my house, throwing lemons of my lemon tree towards the neighbors’ houses lmao

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?

totally, i would start writing full time and maybe planning on doing some small trips before it

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?

-visiting a foreign country (japan would be my dream)-publishing a work (either a book or a photograph in a prestigious place)-be truly in love and loved back

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.

-she’s the only one who knows in EXPLICIT detail how my sublimation mechanism works, the biggest of my weakness, what makes me feel shame the most….. a college friend of mine, intellectually clever, emotionally not so much, shares big passion for the same EROS subject

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?

-i can’t complain about it, i remember good things mostly, i still went outside and played but also enjoyed video games and cartoons; i was a loner but never felt lonely, my imagination compensated alla that

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?

-in the first days of the year in front of my parents lol i was so done with everything

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.

-i’d choose my father cause he surely would tell me some good stories or about the myths….. 

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

-that’s literally what going to therapy almost is lmao jks that’s not therapy well i think if i could feel reciprocated, i would

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

-3 am???? i guess it was my last best friend, but we barely think of each other now

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

-it would depend on a lot of things, honestly

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?

-cute and it doesn’t give me the creeps to stare at directly, lmao (eyes too light give me anxiety to hold visual contact with)

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.

“A Hero must struggle!” how can you know a Hero is a Hero without trouble though? isn’t life made out of trials? A Hero must not be just a muscular, strong figure who makes physical tasks, it also speaks of mental and intern fights too..... I wrote a whole paper on this and would surely write more about it

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?

-1000 reasons why thinking everything will solve by itself later is a lie and a bad idea

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?

-find another place to live with my family; travel. a fucking lot. but first, give my parents what they need to solve some financial and health issues. donate to environment protection orgs, buy shittons of gaming and anime merch like the hopeless half-arsed grown adult i am

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?

-I can forgive anyone but it takes some time. I like being like that, everything that hurts me i sublimate later through my writings, so even that displeasure, has a /creative/ function in my life

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.-bitchyou’re dumb as hell, but wise as fuck. you don’t give three fucks about time,enjoy it while you can. you may have encountered yourself with people who tryto hurt you, mess with you and you feel bad about yourself, but it’s not yourfault in the slightest, nor they are right. never allow them to be in controlof YOUR emotions. you need to stand for yourself and yourself only, you don’tneed to prove shit to no one. Write. Write. Write. and never stop. use everythingand turn it into words: good, bad, fears and dreams. 

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?

both depending on the #mood

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain

piercings aren’t really my thing but I like tattoos (not hardcore-like tho), I’ve think of getting one but I get overwhelmed and my mom would kill me lol (if my siblings agreed on getting a small Triforce tattoo and each of us pick one part /i’d pick wisdom tho/, i’d be more than happy to get it done) 

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?

I used to wear mascara (but i caught an eye infection, lol), now i just do the basics: powder and lipstick.

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.

uhm….. i owe led zeppelin a lot because it supported me thru the worst of my first major depressive episode, and i have a thing with Pink Floyd The Wall….. I used to listen it on repeat thru the last straw of it, so it naturally makes me feel depressive and somewhat suicidal ???? but just in thought….. I can’t listen to Dark Side of the Moon because I feel useless as well lol

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.

we need to stop being arrogant, selfish and stupid enough to think everything is here to serve us; we can’t dissociate ourselves from nature and the environment as if we were self-sufficient.

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.

oh now this is sad lol

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?

the person who will spend their life with me, and where to find them

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?

uhmm….. hehe

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?

i set /most of times/ my stuff for the next day, uniform; i eat/drink something and put a glass of water beside my bed, wear my pajamas, pray a little for the people i love, or render thanks for stuff, and think of my stories or some gay shit before till i fall asleep (if i’m lucky enough, i get to dream of it as well)

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?

-same as u fam @electroma89, I want my parents to know my interest in writing and such, just like my father does buuuuuuuuuuut the topics of my interest i doubt they’ll understand and it’s a total wild card trying to guess how they would react like

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?

have u seen MCU’s Gamora? that’s how I’d wear my hair

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

-uh….. lol idk, i’ve always have wanted to go to somewhere quiet and watch the stars

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.

-Peace and Love on Planet Earth….. is there anything that’s worth more?-having self discipline….. i swear to Hylia lots of my problems could be avoided that way-meet someone who loves me and i can love back….. my life has placed me in the worst places to know people, i swear…..

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.

-i’ve never dressed for halloween, but i’d like to; though i can’t think of any rn lol

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

-opening up to people more than i should had

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?

-hurt someone from my loved ones; steal from the poor

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?

-only one song??? FUCK i couldn’t say a person, but i’m sooooo special with songs i’m not sure….. maybe Le Cygne by Camil Saint-Saens, maybe that one

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.

-i’ve never been, i’ve been infatuated, but in love? as in love for real? i don’t think so

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?

-i was thinking in cutting my hair real short…. i might do it next year

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

-i’d trust anyone who acknowledges i love italian sodas instead of coffee lmao

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?

-getting some writings done and figuring out what to do once my internship trial is over

BRUH this is some deep shit for real omfg

[forgle]

So gay

Pairings: Pipabeth, and minor Caleo

Word count: 1567

Summary:

Basically, it’s just a cheesy Prom AU which I wrote after getting way too into Teenage Dirtbag

Piper was so gay.

That was her only thought as she observed the pretty girl with the curly blond hair sitting a few tables away. She was not staring. No many how much Leo wants to say she is. She's just observing.

“Pipes, this is getting creepy,” Leo said, interrupting her thoughts.

The blonde looked at Piper and she quickly turned her head away.

Piper glared at him “Am I not allowed to look at a pretty girl?” She asked “You are, but you've been staring at her since we sat down” Leo responded, “I bet you’re already planning your wedding.”  Piper blushed

“Oh my god I'm right” Leo laughed.

“What flowers are you gonna have at your venue?” Piper scoffed “You're ridiculous” Leo simply kept looking at her “And I was thinking that she'd have a bouquet of red roses and I'd have one of white”

Leo laughed “You haven't said a word to her!”  

“Thanks for reminding me,” Piper said, taking a bite of her mac and cheese.

She looked back up at the girl, she was running her fingers through her curls and her hand got caught in a knot. She tried to untangle the knot but she gave up and braided it. The guy sitting next to her, Percy Jackson, handed her a hair tie.

Piper wondered if they were dating. It made sense, the few times Piper had seen her in the school she was with Percy, and sometimes Thalia Grace was with them before she graduated.

“Do you think she's dating Percy?” Piper asked Leo.

“Why don't you ask her,” Leo said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I can't do that” Piper responded, also as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Then I guess you could ask Percy”  

“I don't know him, it'd be so awkward,” Piper said, defeated. She rested her chin on the table.

“Well Percy knows everyone, maybe you could ask one of his friends,” Leo suggested.

“Who do we know who's friends with him?” Piper asked

“Jason, Nico, Hazel, Frank, Rachel, Reyna… Calypso” Leo listed, blushing a little as he mentioned his crush.

“Well, how am I supposed to ask someone that” Piper lamented.

“Like this” Leo declared as Jason started walking by their table. “Jason, are Percy and that blond girl dating?” He asked, pointing in Percy's direction.

“Um, I don't think so, that's just his friend, Annabeth,” Jason said.

“Ah, she has a name,” Leo said, turning to Piper, grinning. Piper looked at Annabeth, it suited her.

“She's way out of your league, Leo” Jason stated.

“Trust me, I know. I'm not the one who's interested” Leo replied, wrapping his arms around Piper's shoulders.

“You're the worst,” Piper grumbled.

“Yeah but you love me,” Leo said. He kissed her on the cheek.

Piper snuck a glance at Annabeth. She was watching Piper and Leo. Piper turned her head to get a better look and make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her and Annabeth suddenly looked away. Piper grinned

.

                                                      ***

It was prom night and Piper felt desolate. She had tried for to work up the courage to ask Annabeth Chase to be her date for weeks but every time Annabeth so much as said “Hi” to her she'd stiffen up and start awkwardly stutter her way through some small talk. 

Piper just stood, leaning against a table. She saw Leo and Calypso talking across the room. At least Leo had the courage to ask her out. Piper walked over to them. 

“Hey, Pipes” Leo greeted. “Hi Piper” Calypso greeted. “I like your suit,” Calypso said.

“Thanks, I like your dress” Piper responded. It was true, Calypso made it herself and it complimented her skin tone.

“Any sign of Annie?” Leo asked. Piper shook her head. 

“Annie?” Calypso asked.

“Annabeth Chase” Leo clarified. “Oh, the pretty blonde girl, I think I saw her earlier” Calypso said.

The three of them talked another ten minutes and Piper decided not to bother them. She started walking around aimlessly and herself at a table covered in h'orderves and drinks. She was getting herself some punch when a voice behind her said “Piper?”

Piper turned around and there was Annabeth Chase, looking as beautiful as always. She was in a white, floor-length dress and her blonde curls were in a braid. She looked quite elegant compared to Piper, who just wore a suit with the blazer folded over her arm 

“Hi” Piper squeaked

“Listen, I wanted to ask you to this dance for weeks and it seems like I was maybe a little late so I'm asking you now,” Annabeth said, way too quickly.

“You want me to be your date?” Piper asked, gob-smacked.

Annabeth nodded. And Piper had the biggest smile growing on her face, she was probably blushing too. 

“Okay,” Piper said, “Do you wanna dance or something?” 

“Yes but first,” Annabeth said, grabbing something from her bag. “I wanted to give you this,” she said, holding a plastic container with a corsage inside. White ribbons and white roses.

“Oh my god it beautiful” Piper exclaimed. Annabeth took her hand and put it around her wrist, it took a few attempts before it would stay.

The two girls walked to the center of the room and started dancing clumsily, both of them kept trying to lead. Annabeth put her arms around Piper's neck and Piper got a good look at her muscular arms. She almost died right there.

“You're really pretty,” Annabeth said, out of the blue “I was so scared that if I didn't get my shit together someone else would snatch you up.” 

Piper blushed “feeling’s mutual.”

The two danced for what felt like hours, talking, getting to know each other, asking stupid questions like “do you believe in Bigfoot.”

Neither of them knew how to dance, they just did what everyone around them did and when the songs started to speed up they were completely lost. They started to wander together, looking for their friends. At one point they ran into Drew Tanaka and Piper used her eyeliner to write her phone number on Annabeth’s arm.

“Piper, I have a phone you know, you could just make a contact,” Annabeth said.

“Shh, this is more romantic” Piper argued. She handed Drew her eyeliner and the girls sat down at a nearby table. Annabeth took a look at her arm.

“I can't read that, your handwriting is terrible and I have dyslexia” 

“Well maybe if you didn't squirm so much it'd be clearer.” 

Annabeth flipped Piper off, but she was smiling while she did it so it lost all effect. Piper smiled and kissed her cheek.

“Seriously though, us that a one or a seven?” Annabeth asked. Piper looked at her arm “that's a nine”

“see what I mean?” Annabeth asked, placing her phone in Piper's hand. “I'm gonna go get us some punch,” she said, kissing Piper's cheek.

Piper smiled and started typing in her phone number. She tried to think of a silly name to give the contact as Leo and Calypso approached her table.

“Pipes, there you are, you disappeared,” Leo said as he and Calypso sat down. “What have you been doing?” He asked.

“Dancing, drinking shitty punch, normal school dance activities,” Piper said.

“Dancing? With who?” Leo asked.

As if on queue Annabeth arrived as soon as he asked. “I'm back,” she said in a sing-song tone, placing a cup in front of Piper. “Hey Calypso,” She said. Calypso waved.

Piper handed Annabeth her phone and Annabeth raised an eyebrow “Hot-piece-of-ass-McLean?” She asked. “You caught me, that's my real name,” Piper said.

“Wait, you asked out Annabeth Chase? When?” Leo asked.

“I actually asked her out,” Annabeth said.

“And you didn't come tell me immediately? I thought we were friends, Piper” Leo said dramatically.

“It took you like a day to tell me when you asked out Calypso” Piper argued.

“That's irrelevant, this is like Nico not telling me he was dating Will, it's like no one wants me to know they're happy,” Leo said.

“Nico didn't tell you he and Will are dating?” Annabeth asked.

“Not for like 2 weeks, how long did he wait to tell you?” 

“Like a day…” Annabeth said.

“I'm telling you it's a conspiracy!” Leo declared.

“Did someone spike the punch?” Calypso muttered.

Near the end of the dance, Piper and Annabeth were discussing going on a date and Piper was officially dead. “How about Monday after school? We can go get dinner or watch a movie or something” Annabeth suggested

“That sounds amazing” Piper replied, although, Annabeth was so mesmeric she could suggest they go to a grocery store and watch the lobsters and Piper would probably say yes.

“I’ve gotta go soon so we'll just sort out the details via texting okay,” Annabeth asked.

“Okay, I'll see you Monday,” Piper said, with a huge smile.

Annabeth reached for Piper's hand and leaned forward and kissed her. Piper thought she would melt into a puddle, it felt so good to kiss Annabeth. Better than she had ever imagined. Piper's lips tingled and she had butterflies in her stomach. Somehow, when they broke apart, Piper's smile grew even bigger. She couldn't wait for Monday.

Piper was so gay.

#pipabeth #Piper McLean #annabeth chase #Leo Valdez #The Heroes of Olympus #hoo #percy jackson #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #pjo #pipabeth fanfiction #pipabeth fanfic

[clockworkneurosis]

you could also do all the asks since youre making me do them smh

LET’S RUMBLE 

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?- in the car like thirty minutes ago. COLORS by FLOW

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?- if i’ll get my dream job or not 

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?- graduating college? going to graduate school? constantly crying over gay shit? i don’t rly feel “accomplished” for doing anything rly.

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?- getting published in the undergraduate journals in university. i found that out today. 

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?- probably. i would go out and do stuff i’m way too scared to do 

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?- work for NASA/aeronautics industry. - be better at art lmao? - get my journals published 

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.- she’s little and has a lot of hair and she’s old and she’s sleepy and she’s a dog 

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?- absolutely not lmao

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?- two weeks ago? three weeks ago?

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.- my sister. she’s really encouraged me over the years to go for my dream of working in the aeronautics industry and she’s so supportive of it and to sit and gush about stars and astronomy to her would probably make her happy.

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?- i never want to open up to anyone so no

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?- like IRL conversation? probably forever ago. through text probably Sid or my skype squad and all those people are 💞

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?- i’d probably tell my mom thank you for everything she’s done for me and to always take care of Precious. 

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?- no opinion 

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.- damn i don’t have one that’s coming to mind at the moment let me just skip to something i wrote in my notebook recently: “IT DOESN’TMATTER,YOU SEEWHAT YOU WANTTO SEE.” like idk i have a lot of issues with accepting truth sometimes and like idk i live in my own world 90% of the time idk what i’m saying 

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?- The Chronicles of Wasted Time

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?- pay off my student loans, secure a home for myself and buy a nice car, leave a large portion for my mom. go on vacations. 

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?- i used to be a total fucking pushover but honestly since going to college i’ve gotten so fuckin hateful lmao like i lost 90% of my friends and to this day i wouldn’t forgive any of them

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.- i don’t honestly remember a lot about 12 year old me. i’d probably say something like………… i know living with your brother is horrible and sometime you feel like you can’t take it anymore but just keep going bc he’s gonna leave one day and you’re gonna feel so much better. don’t leave Precious outside so much, even though you didn’t even really do it much to begin with. one day when you’re in your late teens and early 20s you’re going to hold her in your arms and count the gray hairs on her little face and kiss her all the time and realize she’s gotten old and you hadn’t even realized it. don’t be so hard on your mom. just because you’re sad and angry all the time doesn’t mean you should take it out on someone who loves you so much. also break out of your friend group because they aren’t going to be your friends forever. don’t put your eggs in one basket. 

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?- truly a pastel punk

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.- i like tattoos they’re fine. i don’t have any because i’m a wuss. piercings are great if they aren’t like hoo boy too crazy 

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?- nah i don’t wear makeup because i just don’t feel a desire to 

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.- Kei really means so much to me. i always told myself that if i ever got a tattoo it would be 圭 because he really got me through some tough stuff. 

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.- w/e

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.- BLOOD: this was just a for fun concert and i remember walking in and walking out lmao - Matenrou Opera: i remember feeling so fucking overwhelmed during that concert and it felt so surreal and crazy and when it ended i cried for like seven hours straight - HOME MADE 家族: hype af because it was such a feel-good experience - T.M.Revolution: FUN FUN FUN to be in a room with thousands upon thousands of people who were screaming and having fun and ugh it was great- ONE OK ROCK: i actually was really emotional during this concert. OOR means so much to me and they’ve helped me so much……. to be able to see them and be close to them honestly i felt like my chest was on fire the whole time.

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?- i want letters from my old friends. i want them to be apologies to me. 

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?- well my desk at home is way different than my desk at school but since i’m off school right now…. here’s what’s on my desk rn: YETI cup, docking station, Black Butler cup, candle, Impractical Jokers coasters, tons of pens and pencils, box of letters, spongebob tissues, lighter, paint, tissues, stationery, medicine, Apple Watch, party popper??? lmao

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?- play FFXV, talk to Sid, watch TV, eat fruit, drink a lot of water, kiss mom and Precious goodnight, read fanfics, draw sometimes 

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?- how sad i am. i don’t want to bother my mom with that. 

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?- i need to dye it gray lol it’s blond rn

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?- well tbh i have no friends rn so 

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.- get my dream job // because i want it. i want to achieve this dream- get rly thin // i hate my body lol- i want my dog to live forever // watching her grow old is very very very hard on me. 

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.- uhhhh. me and a friend went as the old saying “fighting like cats and dogs.” she was the cat and i was the dog. we had fake blood and ripped clothes and fake teeth and i had a collar that says “daddy’s puppy” lmao my kink

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?- i haven’t done anything bad while drunk actually

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?- eat shit idk

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?- The World Seen in Dreams by DOES it’s my favorite song and it makes me feel so much 

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.- i don’t think i’ve ever been in love tbh. i feel more “in love” with things like video games and anime because i get so involved in them and…… idk…. i’m rly emotionally detached so lmao idk 

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?- nah i’m not into nail polish 

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?- i usually get chai tea latte or caramel macchiato (hot and iced)

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?- my education 

#ham speaks #danielavidan