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when the story is just not working, but you keep writing anyway

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how i sleep knowing i will pirate every single thing released on disney plus

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My fellow fanfic authors, I'm begging on my hands and knees – and Ima hold your hand as I say this – you gotta respond to the readers that leave comments on your work.

I know social anxiety is the worst (trust, my autistic ass understands) but I promise you, nothing deters a reader from commenting more than seeing a comment section with no replies as you continue to post fanfics. Even if it's as simple as "thanks for reading!" or just some cute emojis, it'll show that you're actually engaging with your audience!

We work so hard on our writing, and those of us that post them online want it to be seen, right? Indulging in our little fandoms is how we build connections with people that feel the same way.

It might be hard or even scary, but I find the more you socialize with others (especially in a more controlled environment like a comment section), the easier it gets! 💕

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Some of my random pjo headcanons

-piper is a graphic liner girly, you cant convince me otherwise. She will try some creative designs and experiment with colors. If you want to have a perfect liquid eyeliner, shes the one to go to. However, she cannot do eyeshadow.

-jason gifted piper a necklace with a bolt and piper gifted jason a bracelet with a heart. They did this while they were dating so that no matter what happenned to them, they will know that what they have was real and not made up. After jasons death piper refuses to take the necklace off and always wears it in his memory.(this is cheessy as fuck but i did it in my drawing and now this is my thought process)

-if an aphrodite kid is charmspeaking, their eyes will turn sighlty pink, or like have a subtle glint in their eyes.

-thalia also does make up, but very very out there, heavy eyeliner, black eyeshadow, the opposite of subtle. She also is the go to person to give you piercings. She did most of the one she has herself

-percy is the type of guy to have a disposable camera and just take photos of everything(annabeth) and make a photo album

-rachel makes jewelery, mostly rings and charm bracelets

-frank has a very active letterboxd account. He loves wes anderson and his four favorite movies are grand hotel budapest, how to train your dragon, knives out and spiderman into the spiderverse.

-in adition to this he goes on and on about movies and the cinematography and hazel loves to hear him rant about it.

-hazel is the best at finding the perfect seats to a concert. Shes the one fighting for her life in the front lines to get the best seats and somehow she always does.

-grover is an excellent cook. Whatever you want, he can make it. Also, he bakes something for everyone of percys birthdays, trying different things each year.

Thats all for now

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Do you guys ever think,

when Percy dies, Grover will die at the same time. But unlike the others, they'll never be reunited in Elysium because Grover's a satyr who never get into Elysium, they turn into a tree.

And, if Annabeth is outlives Percy, she won't just grieve the love of her life but one of her best friends as well, one of the first people who believed in her, outside of luke and thalia.

One more thing, When Percy dies at least Annabeth will know she gets to see him again in Elysium but she'll also have to live with the knowledge that she'll never see Grover again even in death.

And if you don't want to think abt this, then:

Then don't think about her throwing away the collection of tin cans she and Percy probably kept for Grover.

Don't think about her using something from a tin can and thinking "I'll save this for Grover" and then realizing she'll never get to give it to him.

Don't think about her never being able to eat blue food or enchiladas again.

Don't think about her and Juniper holding each other and crying.

Don't think about Juniper momentarily hating Annabeth for getting to see her husband after she dies before forgetting all about her anger because they both lost their loves, damn it!

Don't think about Annabeth "Always Six Foot Ahead" Chase knowing death is approaching and making a list of what she wants to be burnt with so that she can give them to everyone who she has ever cared about. Adding "Tin Cans and Enchiladas" in the list before breaking down again.

Don't think abt Percy reaching Elysium, being greeted by all of his friends, looking around for grover before registering why he wasn't there.

Don't think about him mourning his best friend, his brother even when in Eternal Paradise.

Don't think about it.

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someone on insta said percy and jason are sneakerheads and. yeah.

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Children of Dionysus laugh hysterically. Head thrown back and eyes watering. Once they start, it's hard for anyone to not share their euphoria.

Children of Aphrodite laugh like a loved one. They sound like your first love, laughing at the table next to yours.

Children of Hephaestus laugh with their bodies. Shoulders shaking and hands clapping together or hitting their thigh.

Children of Zeus laugh loudly. When they burst into laughter it can be startling, but it quickly becomes pleasant, like a summer thunderstorm.

Children of Athena laugh quietly. It's more of a chuckle, often hidden behind their hand. But even so, you can see their eyes sparkling.

Children of Apollo laugh like they're singing. Eyes closed and mouth open. People usually quiet down around them, because it often is the most beautiful sound they've ever heard.

Children of Hades laugh in deep tunes. And sometimes you can hear the dead sharing their joy.

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some of the titan’s curse characters😗

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His dark, tear–filled eyes stare at the pitch black screen of his phone, opening it with shaking hands and trembling fingers. His voice is hoarse from crying, swallowing and dialing the number (he has it memorised, at this point. It's quite pathetic honestly. A new low, even for him), watching the clock on the grey wall tick while he waits. The clock reads 2:46. Then 2:47.

[Name] whispers on the phone, his throat and eyes feeling dry and strained, the shuffling of sheets he hears from the other end filling the momentary silence before he speaks, "I want to leave this place."

He doesn't hear from the other side. He holds his breath, afraid that any noise, whisper, murmur will ruin everything (But how can that happen, when everything is already ruined?)

"Give me an hour, or so" they say from the other end, hanging up.

——————

At 3:48 sharp, [Name] sees Nico waiting by the window. They look up when they hear its signature screeching, catching the backpack [Name] throws at them, waiting some more till he's on the ground with them, a smaller bag thrown over his shoulder.

They walk to the station in complete silence, the air and atmosphere too tense for either of them to want to touch it ([Name] could probably cut it with a butter knife and serve it with PB&J on a silver platter. Not the most fancy meal deserving of a whole platter, but the point still stands). So they leave it be. They board into a train going to Washington Union Station with no problem.

Nico hasn't brought up the reason [Name] decided to technically run away, which he is thankful for. He really doesn't feel like talking right now. He sits across from them on the train, leaning against the soft cushions of the seat and sighing.

No one says anything again for a while, the fluorescent lights of their small cabin proving to be an excellent white noise. Nico bites the bullet and speaks first. “Do we have a plan, or are we winging it?” They ask, leaning against the window. The train's wheels against the tracks fill the silence perfectly while [Name] thinks of a response.

“I don't know. We're winging it, I guess,” [Name] mumbles, rubbing his eyes from exhaustion. Nico hums, watching the scenery out of the window blur from how fast the train is going.

Nico looks back at [Name] with concern, noticing the faraway look on his eyes, along with the red rings and purple bags underneath his eyes. Nico hadn't expected that call from [Name]—especially that late into the night, considering the guy went to sleep at, what he called, ‘a normal hour of the night’, meaning at 9pm sharp—, much less consider the state he was in when he called.

The tension lingers in the air, as well as the question that weighs on Nico's mind, and he knows [Name] can feel it too. Both of them ignore it, either waiting for the other to break first, or too tired and exhausted to deal with all the emotions. Most likely both. Nico hopes the former.

(The question is eating them from the inside out, creating the weird, disgusting feeling of concern and worry rotting their stomach, like worms and beetles and crows are feasting on it. They feel like puking their dinner, along with their rotten guts. The air, too, feels suffocating, like their lungs are being squished and mushed together.

But, they want to give [Name] time. So they wait.)

Nico opens their phone to check the time. 3:42. They'll arrive in Washington Union Station at around 7am, considering the ride is three hours, give or take. They open a random game, quickly getting bored of it and closing it. They see their unread messages, skimming most of them and not bothering to answer them. Nico contemplates answering one message from Hazel, asking him to grab some snacks on their way home. They feel a bit guilty when they ultimately choose to ignore the text, putting down their phone.

[Name's] tattered shoes squeaked when his leg bounces up and down and up and down, his hands playing with the strings of his jacket, turning and twisting them in his fingers. He opts to look around the small cabin to distract himself. The silence feels heavier than a piano falling on their heads, crushing them and killing them on the spot.

[Name] sighs, rummaging through his bag. “Wanna play UNO?” He asks, holding a deck of UNO cards, held together by a rubber band.

“Sure,” both of them sit on the floor, not caring how dirty it probably is.

Name starts shuffling the cards and giving seven to Nico and seven to himself, placing down the first card of the spare deck; red nine. Nico throws down a red zero, and [Name] a blue zero. Nico clicks their tongue, grabbing a card from the draw pile. [Name] plays again, placing a blue five, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

“So,” Nico starts, using a green five from his cards, “what's up with you?”

[Name] shrugs, drawing a card, “A lot, honestly.”

Nico places a green one, smirking when [Name] draws another card. “Care to share?”

He stays silent, placing down a yellow one. Nico uses a yellow +2, then [Name] a seven, and Nico groans, begrudgingly drawing another card. [Name] places a six, and Nico a red six, then [Name] a blue six and Nico a blue skip and a blue four.

“Stop worrying so much,” [Name] murmurs, using a red four. “It's nothing, really,” he insists, trying to reassure Nico. Maybe himself, too, but who is Nico to judge?

“I call bullshit. And UNO,” they say, placing a red three.

[Name] grumbles something under his breath—most likely curses at Nico—, drawing another card, groaning louder when Nico places a red seven, smiling victoriously. He starts shuffling the cards, feeling their piercing stare drill through his head.

“Listen, it's just– It's a lot. I– It's– I promise, I'll tell you, when I can,” [Name] looks up at Nico, his eyes pleading to drop the subject. They sigh and nod.

“Okay.”

A small smile tugs at [Name's] lips, though it's obviously forced. Nico, still, appreciates it.

They fall into their old rhythm again; joking, bantering and teasing each other relentlessly, laughing at dumb jokes. They play a few more rounds of UNO, bantering and getting a noise complaint from their train neighbors (Nico wins every round. [Name] accuses them of cheating, while Nico blames it on his bad luck and their incredible skills.

‘Well, [Surname], it's not my fault you're a sore and utter loser.’

‘Shove your bullshit up your ass, di Angelo. You're a cheater through and through,’ he says glaring at them with a playful smile. ‘Don't try to hide it.’

‘Oh, such harsh accusations! I'm hurt, hearing these words from a trusted friend. Getting beaten to death would hurt less from your cruel words!”

‘Please, save your dumbass dramatics for later.’)

Silence settles again after a while, though this time it's without the awkwardness and thick tension surrounding it, leaving both teens relaxed in its calming presence. Nico leans against the window, looking at the dark hued sky, adorned with countless stars. They sigh, briefly glancing over [Name] to check on him. His eyes started to fall ever so slightly, but he—being the stubborn idiot he is—fights against it. Nico would've found it cute, if not for the small tinge of worry at the pit of their stomach.

They shift in their seat, pulling out their phone from their backpack, along with their headphones.

“I'll look for places to stay when we get to Washington. It'll be good to have a sort–of plan.”

“Mm ‘kay. I'll sleep.”

“Sure,” they say, looking up from their phone with a small smirk. “You need it. You look worse than death.”

[Name] rolls his eyes, sticking out his tongue. He makes a makeshift pillow from his jacket, placing it under the window, his backpacks on the floor. He lays flat on the cramped seat, curling his limbs to fit.

([Name] loves being a dick about their height difference. Nico, the petty little shit they are, loves rubbing in the disadvantages of being as tall as a tree, literal skyscraper. They always manage to catch [Name] off guard with their faux mocking tone, smirking when they see him roll his eyes and huff in annoyance.

This time, though, Nico doesn't say anything, the only sound coming from them being their soft breathing. They'd seen from the moment light shone on [Name's] face that he was—is—tired. They'd be dumb to not have noticed his exhaustion, the purple bags under his eyes and how red they were, presumably from crying. His voice, too, sounded strained and hoarse and dry. So, this time, Nico lets him rest, smiling softly when they see [Name's] chest falling and rising rhythmically, the small puffs of air from his mouth, the stray strand of hair that falls in his face.

And, if—if—Nico’s heart warms at the sight, ever so slightly, who are we to judge them.)

#the-tower's-archive #kind of a self insert but ahem anyway #i had to get this out of my system #the idea has been brewing in my brain for so long i just had to find the motivation to actually write it #nico di angelo #nico di angelo x reader #male!reader #nico di angelo x male reader #non binary nico di angelo #transmasc reader #if you see any mistakes no you didn't #will most likely have multiple parts but im lazy so.....

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THEM!!!!

Giving Reyna and Hazel the love they deserve (also tried to do something with Hazel’s side profile. I do not wish to be Kooleen. and I also want to study the different facial structures of other races)

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Said is dead, and so are some other words that we writers tend to overuse. Here's a brief list to aid your brain:

01. "VERY" ☆★⋆⭒˚.⋆

Very angry -> Furious

Very beautiful -> Gorgeous

Very bog -> Massive

Very boring -> Dull

Very poor -> Destitute

Very cheap -> Stingy

Very clean -> Spotless

Very difficult -> Arduous

Very dry -> Arid

Very quick -> Rapid

Very strong -> Forceful

Very ugly -> Hideous

Very calm -> Serene

Very huge -> Colossal

Very small -> Petite

02. "WHISPERED" 🤫

Murmurd

Mumbled

Muttered

Breathed

Sighed

Hissed

Mouthed

Susurrated

Intoned

Purred

Said in an undertone

Hinted

Said low

Said in hushed tones

Gasped

03. "BAD" 😈

Corrupt

Sinful

Depraved

Contaminated

Tainted

Irascible

Atrocious

Sinister

Snide

Deplorable

Detestable

Execrable

Ghastly

Noxious

Substandard

Despicable

Contemptible

Foul, rank, faulty

04. "BEAUTIFUL" 🦋

Dazzling

Splendid

Magnificent

Aesthetic

Delicate

Glorious

Stunning

Heavenly

Resplendent

Radiant

Glowing

Blooming

Sparkling

05. "BEGIN" ▶️

Open

Launch

Initite

Commence

Inaugurate

Originate

06. "BIG" ⚡

Immense

Gigantic

Vast

Gargantuan

Sizable

Grand

Mammoth

Astronomical

Titanic

Mountainous

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🖱️References

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/2603712279594924/

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[name] stands outside of the wooden cabin, the gentle summer breeze blowing away the grape vines that lined and hung from the walls all the way to its roof. The roof is made from, mostly, red, orange and maroon bricks, though a bypasser could easily spot –questionable– splashes of lime and dark green.

The small wooden table at the cabin's porch has two small flower pots on it, one labeled ‘STRAWBERRIES’ — written in the neatest handwriting [name] has ever seen — and the other ‘LETTUCE’ with the handwriting of a toddler. A faint odor of grapes and alcohol was all around the perimeter of the cabin, making [name] feel slightly dizzy.

‘Maybe I'll get used to it… though I don't know how safe it is to have kids inhaling alcohol 24/7’ [name] scrunches their nose, the upbeat pop music that blasted from inside the cabin pulling them out of their thoughts.

They'd been informed by Mr D — who, apparently, is also their godly father (???) — that two other demigods, twins, live in the cabin. They clutch the straps of their bag (anxious? pffft– nah, they aren't. Not at all!) reluctantly walking towards the cabin’s door. The door made an — EEEEK — noise when [name] pushed it open, revealing the homely interior of the cabin. The music kept playing. Gods, did it have to be this creepy? Kind of excessive and dramatic, in [name’s] opinion.

(Though, when they think about which god this cabin belongs to, the dramatic –ness starts to make more sense, though it isn't any more appreciated than before.)

The cabin has a carpet at the entrance, the ones you usually see when you visit your grandma, and a chandelier with multicolored Christmas lights hanging from its arms. Everywhere they look, the cabin is clustered with plants of all sizes, empty bottles of wine with vines around them, random pages and drawings stuck into the wall and many small clocks, each showing a different time.

[name] looks at the clocks, the small, detailed cravings of strawberries on them. They are cute, though a very weird choice of decor, their quantity even weirder. Looking to their right, [name] sees some small cabinets on the wall with vines hanging off them. Each cabinet has a unique color; one is light pink, the other fucsia, another is purple and the last one is lime, throwing off the previous pattern. Is there a pattern to begin with?

‘Whoever chose the colors could use a seminar in interior design and how colors work,’ [name] thinks, questioning the sanity and poorly thought choices of the designer, probably their half siblings. [Name] couldn't wait to meet them.

Two theatrical masks from ancient Greece hang from one cabinet’s handle, one is smiling and the other has a frown — though if you look at them long enough you could see them swapping expressions. There is a rectangle wooden table with grape vines carved into its legs and a grape carving at the center of it, along with four chairs around it. The chairs also have carvings on them; one had a snake coiled into itself, one a goat that leaped from mountains, the other a panther staring at a small animal and the last one a bull in a meadow.

On their left is a big curtain that hides the other side, but [name] can see two bunk beds peeking over it. The curtain has a bright, very saturated, yellow and orange mandala design, a swirl that ends at the center of the curtain. The decor choices remain questionable at best.

When the curtain stops, falling ungracefully on the floor, there is a couch — or, more likely, the cushions of a couch — backed into the corner and made into a pillow fort, with a small blue blanket that is much more mutated than the previous curtain and has a wave design, some light purple and deep maroon pillows inside to finish it off. The window that peeks through the blankets of the fortress has dark green curtains with vines embroidered on the side, complementing the ashy wooden walls of the cabin. Near the fortress is a TV stand, with a DVD player and countless DVDS around it, some books and magazines, and, of course, a small TV on top of it.

The cabin is... definitely something. It sure does leave an impression, one that'll probably last for a long time. But, still, this is home now, and [name] can't help but smile slightly. This is home, now. Honestly, that thought made [name] nervous, even before coming to camp. This has been the biggest readjustment they've done in their life, and at first they weren't even sure about coming here. But now, it doesn't seem so bad. It'll be fine. They'll be fine.

#the-tower's-archive #dionysus cabin #ive been very interested in cabin descriptions especially interiors #since it's rarely mentioned #but i can't help but think of hiw the cabins most likely represent the god their assigned to even a little bit #and with dionysus' cabin i wanted to focus a bit more on madness cuz i never see anything about it #like #it's only about alcohol and mayhaps....... satyrs??? the strawberry fields??? idk #so.... yeah..... #reader pov #percy jackson series #percy jackson

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im a firm believer that camp half blood and camp jupiter should have more greek/italian customs respectively

#oracle's_wisdom #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy series #percy jackson hoo #percy jackson tv series

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Leo Valdez wears braces.

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if you're just joining us, george takei is having to educate jk rowling on holocaust denial

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It’s very tiring when your entire family thinks you and your new friend like each other just because you get along and have fun together. No I don’t have a crush on her, we just like to hang out.