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Useless Details Ask Meme II

Send one of the following symbols to find out more about my muse! Part I: (X)

Getting closer:

× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using? � do they shower often? every day or just every couple of days? ♻ how about brushing teeth? three times a day, or just in the morning? ⌘ do they rather shower or take a bath? ♀ how long does your muse usually need for a shower/bath? ⚣ how long does your muse need to shave? (this is also for the ladies!) ♂ does your muse put on make-up? how long do they need for it every day?  ⚢ what kind of make-up does your muse use? favourite colours? how much do they use?

Exploring their body:

♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them? ♧ any freckles/moles/birth marks? where? ♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean? cut/long? ♢ how much do they weigh? ♠ any ‘weird’ characteristics on their body? one leg/arm longer than the other? ♣ are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad? ♥ do they have more muscles or more fat on their body? ♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?

Open your closet:

⦂ what clothes do they sleep in? ♚ do they have a favourite piece of clothing? ❅ what do they usually wear when they’re not working? ☏ what do they wear when they’re at work? ₤ how many shoes do they have? what kind? Σ how many purses do they have? ⌚ how long do they need to decide what to wear in the morning? ⌛ do they go shopping for clothes often? how long do they usually need? $ how much money do they spend on clothes every month?

#misc.

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#❝ you’ve handled tragedy. surely you can handle tenderness ❞ → inspo (susan).

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#❝ all i ever wanted was the world ❞ → about (percy).

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⧼   park chaeyoung, cis female, she/her   /   them dirty bones by mike waters + rose colored blush paired with mascara that’s just a tad bit too heavy, strawberry milkshakes at 2am, tales of the heroically deceased told in place of bedtime stories.   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that SUSAN BONES? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-FOUR year old half blood WITCH is a HUFFLEPUFF alumnus who has gone on to be an AUROR. i’ve heard they can be quite RESILIENT & SINCERE, but i don’t know… they came off very IMPATIENT & GRACELESS in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it? 

You’d be hard pressed to find a child raised in the aftermath of the First Wizarding War who didn’t experience its repercussions. Some grew up with parents living in fear, some grew up with no parents at all. Some were sheltered away from the true horrors of what had happened, while others were given anecdotes of family and friends who suffered as a cautionary tale. Susan was brought up in the latter. For as long as she can remember, she’s been told stories — about her grandparents, her Uncle Edgar and his wife, cousins she never had the chance to meet. There were the good stories, of course, but her parents (her father, in particular) never shied away from the reasons why Susan only knew these people through stories, no realer to her than characters from a fairy tale. They died fighting for what was right, they told her. Her parents meant it as a way to keep them all alive in Susan’s mind, and that much worked. More than that though, it instilled Susan with a clear idea of what justice meant, something that was only enhanced as she watched her Aunt Amelia go on to head the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Being sorted into Hufflepuff came as no surprise to anyone that knew Susan — even as a kid, she was brimming with dedication and loyalty. She doesn’t always know the right thing to say, and stumbles over her words more than she cares to admit. Susan is awkward, there’s no getting around that, but she has always tried to stay true to both her values and to herself. That is easier said than done. Although she knows what she believes, finding the words to stand by those beliefs isn’t as easy. Her Uncle gave his life for his beliefs, her Aunt Amelia fought for hers in the highest governing magical source in the country, and Susan... Susan bit her tongue. It felt easier that way than stirring the pot.

Fifth year was an absolute mess for Susan, much like every other student. The stress of upcoming O.W.L.’s and Umbridge’s inability to teach were bad enough, there was also the Azkaban break-out that included her Uncle’s family’s murdered don’t ask me who it was, jkr couldn’t bother. Even before that though, Susan felt like it was her obligation to join the DA, to maybe be even an eighth as great as what her family name carried. After the break-out, and listening to constant gossiping from her peers about it, her determination to do good only grew. Of course it was scary, knowing that there was a group of horrendous convicts on the loose. But Susan could feel the fear in the letters her father wrote, and saw the extra stress-wrinkles on her aunt’s face when she visited her just after the school year ended. For Susan, war means fear, and the Second Wizarding War started with that breakout for the Bones’ family.

Her Aunt Amelia’s murder the following summer only furthered Susan’s distress. Her aunt was indestructible in her mind, and still she had been personally murdered by You Know Who. Most of sixth year was a whirlwind of anxiety for her (at one point, she stopped opening letters from home, worried that any one of them would be a sign that the Death Eaters had decided to finish the rest of the family off). When Seventh year rolled around, and the Wizarding world was living in nonstop terror, Susan was exhausted. She’d grown up around fear, she didn’t need to ruminate in it. She rejoined the DA and forced her resolve to strengthen — to be brave like her Uncle Edgar, unwavering like her Aunt Amelia, and resilient like her father, who carried on despite all his losses. Fighting in the inevitable Battle was a no-brainer — she was a Bones, after all. It was about time she acted like one.

Growing up, Susan had always imagined she would follow in Amelia’s footsteps. What better good could she bring to the world than heading the Department of Magical Law Enforcement? After Hogwarts though, when the world was still rebuilding itself, Susan decided she didn’t want to be sat in an office overseeing the law. She wanted to enforce it. Kinglsey Shacklebolt allowed those who’d fought in the Battle to circumvent the typical Auror requirements (a blessing, because Susan knew her grades fell slightly flat), and she took full advantage of it. She still stumbles over her words and isn’t always sure of the right things to say, but she does know right from wrong. That much runs in her blood, after all.

#❝ fire in her bones. honey in her soul ❞ → about (susan). #nox.intro #//i meant to post this hours ago but i went to see my niece for her birthday and her hair caught fire off the cake candles #//SHE'S OKAY but it made the night run late so here we be now

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weird little girls are literally the most powerful creative beings on the planet like i promise you no art made by an adult man can even begin to touch the plotlines of an elementary school girl’s pretend game

#❝ you’ve handled tragedy. surely you can handle tenderness ❞ → inspo (susan).

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#❝ like a lily under water ❞ → visuals (susan).

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tag dump

❝ like a lily under water ❞ → visuals (susan). // ❝ fire in her bones. honey in her soul ❞ → about (susan). // ❝ you’ve handled tragedy. surely you can handle tenderness ❞ → inspo (susan). // ❝ i was quiet but i was not blind ❞ → thread (susan). // ❝ she was restless in a way that seemed permanent ❞ → susan.

#❝ like a lily under water ❞ → visuals (susan). #❝ fire in her bones. honey in her soul ❞ → about (susan). #❝ you’ve handled tragedy. surely you can handle tenderness ❞ → inspo (susan). #❝ i was quiet but i was not blind ❞ → thread (susan). #❝ she was restless in a way that seemed permanent ❞ → susan.

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dragcntamer‌:

it was a tad bit unusual for charlie to come back home for a visit without writing first but he didn’t care this time around. now was the time to be unusual and out of the ordinary box. now was the time to just live life how he wanted to and to just say whatever to the natural flow of things. hence why he was currently at the leaky cauldron first instead of going directly to the burrow to see his mother right as he landed in town. but he didn’t care. there wasn’t much that bothered charlie or threw him off his game.

though the thought of running into his family before he arrived back to his childhood home didn’t even cross his mind. he figured everyone would be busy with their jobs or doing something with another family member. so when he heard percy’s familiar voice floating towards him, charlie glanced up with a grin pulling at his lips. he always loved being able to reconnect with his family especially when his visits were so random and rare. “but of course she did, you really need to start paying a bit more attention percy. get your head out of the ministry for just a moment to get the memo.” charlie teased as he pushed himself up, his food and book being forgotten. reaching over he pulled the fellow weasley into a familiar hug and gave him a brotherly pat on the back. “no you prat, i didn’t even write mum that i was coming home. it was a spur of the moment kind of thing.”

Alright, so Percy had never been the warmest of his siblings. Fussiest? Possibly Yes. But naturally, he was always happy to see them, even when it caught him off guard. He returned Charlie’s hug and pulled back, instinctively looking him over for any signs of burns or missing limbs à la dragon teeth. Once he was satisfied that his brother was in tact, Percy helped himself to a seat at Charlie’s table. “Spur of the moment? Maybe Christmas did come early, then. I’ll be on  the lookout for a dinner invite, I’m sure she’ll demand one with you here.”

Normally with his day already interrupted, Percy would have been in a hurry home to set it right. But he could make time for one of his siblings, particularly when it came to his older ones, when he was the annoying younger brother as opposed to the annoying older one.. Even as an adult, and after years of rebuilding his familial relationships, a part of him still resented being lumped in with their younger siblings while Bill and Charlie ruled as the oldest. But Percy would get over that eventually. Maybe. “So how long is the reserve willing to spar you? I hope you told them Mum might try and hold you hostage as long as possible, if you’re not careful.”

#❝ designer of my own catastrophe ❞ → thread (percy). #percy → charlie weasley. #//catch percy's middle child syndrome popping up

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petriichvrs‌:

*   closed   starter   for   /   @pxrcyw​​​​​​   !

“well, you are a surprise!” ginny can’t remember the last time that she was so high on sheer adrenaline ( and maybe one too many shots of mandrake ; for the PAIN, of course ), her cheeks flushed with the joy of it all. she certainly hasn’t smiled so wide in years - cheek dimples showing in all their glory for all the world to see, every laugh EXHILARATED. it’ll be gone tomorrow, she knows. it’ll pass, like all things do. she’ll wake up and her right side will still ache and she’ll have to take a shot of skele-gro to make sure that her shoulder stayed on route to healing, and she’d remember all the reasons she had, to be the opposite of THIS person - but for now, she was just happy. pure and simple. “tell me this one, perfect percy : were you here for the GAME, or are you just coming out of your comfort zone for the celebrations? any excuse for a bottle of butterbeer, eh?” 

Truth be told, Percy couldn’t tell you most of what happened in the latter part of the game. As soon as Ginny had been knocked down, that was where all of his focus had turned. Rationally, he knew that she would have been tended to as soon as possible, and that this wasn’t her first tumble off of a broomstick. Rationally Percy, however, had thrown himself right out the window, which is what had him frantically looking over his sister as soon as she was within arm’s reach. “Ginny, are you alright?” Not that he would have had any clue what to do if she weren’t, but the fussing at least made him feel better. Percy ignored her jests and put his hands on either of her shoulders to get a look at her, taking in the pink and her face and the (for lack of a better word) goofiness to her. “They looked you over, yes? Did they give you the all-clear or did you take off on your own?” He wouldn’t put that much past her.

#❝ designer of my own catastrophe ❞ → thread (percy). #percy → ginny weasley. #//i'm sorry for everything that he is tbh

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imco

in my correct opinion

#❝ all i ever wanted was the world ❞ → about (percy).

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dragcntamer‌:

→ location : leaky cauldron, diagon alley ( open )

the moment his international portkey had placed him in his home country charlie glanced around and let out a deep sigh. it had been a while since he had been back home and all the same he knew that this time was going to be different. from here on out it was always going to be different. the dragon tamer had put off coming back home for as long as he could. he still hadn’t gotten over the fact that he had one less sibling and it hurt him. he knew that the rest of the family had their issues as well but at the same time, it was something that charlie just hadn’t come to terms with. he had lost brothers and friends on the reserve but this was something different. this was a bloke that he had watched grow up, a guy that charlie loved to death and loved to tease. all in all being back home would never be the same after the battle of hogwarts.

apparating to diagon alley charlie gave a small grin as he glanced around the familiar setting. the place he had gone to many years to get his school supplies, or come to visit his brother at the bank. either way it felt kind of nice to come back home. or at least until he came across the joke shop run by his brothers. he felt a slight pang in his chest as he carried on, making his way towards the leaky cauldron. walking into the familiar building charlie let out a chuckle as he ordered himself a plate of food and a cup of butterbeer.

taking a seat in the back he tanked the witch that brought his food over before pulling open an old and worn book about dragons. was he wasting time before he made his way to the burrow to see his mother? yes he was and he had no issues about it what so ever.

His sense of structure was perhaps Percy’s most valuable asset. Not only did it help him project an image of responsibility (even if his actions themselves were questionable); it also kept him from, to be quite frank, losing his everloving mind on a daily basis. He thrived on order, and if one little wrench got thrown into that? Absolutely not. Sure, he’d learned to live with disorganization — being one of seven came with its own brand of chaos. But that didn’t mean he had to like it.

Days like today, where one work meeting had run into another, which ate into his self-designated project time, was more than enough to throw him off. The fact that he was even in the Leaky Cauldron was enough to prove that. He’d spent most of the day running around like a Cornish pixie with its wings cut, and the last thing he wanted was to cook once he got home. The plan was to get in and out, but instead he did a double take while waiting for his food. He wouldn’t have been surprised to see any of his siblings but Charlie. Without considering it (he’d spent enough time ignoring his family), Percy made his way over to where his brother sat reading. “Did Mum decide to move Christmas up a couple months and not tell me?”

#❝ designer of my own catastrophe ❞ → thread (percy). #percy → charlie weasley.

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AM I A BAD PERSON: NO

AM I A GOOD PERSON: PENDING

#❝ all i ever wanted was the world ❞ → about (percy).

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agreengrcss‌:

LOCATION: just outside the ministry’s visitors entrance !

MAKE NO MISTAKE, ministry work was almost always tedious && strenuous. when there weren’t people to actively obliviate, there were the mountains of paperwork astoria had to go through for each person whose memories she erased or altered. despite all, there were acceptable, all right days, where she wasn’t too overhwelmed with it all - and then there was today. – no less than thirteen muggles had been brought in, most of whom had accidentally witnessed a game of quidditch while hiking. three, however, had been attacked, by god knows who. the ministry had ruled it as a prank that some teenagers had pulled on the muggles, eager to have astoria obliviate them and get them off their hands - but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t ignore the uneasy feeling that grew in the pit of her stomach. the unwelcome suspicion that there might be more behind it than just a simple prank.

BUT WHAT WAS she supposed to do ? astoria did as she was told, erased and falsified the people’s memories and kept her mouth shut, waiting for the welcome sound of the bell on her desk, indicating that her lunch break had started. she hurried through the many halls and hallways, not eager to strike up a conversation with one of her colleagues. which is why she decided to take the visitor’s exit instead of one of the fireplaces. she was yearning for a smoke, and a walk through london might clear her head. who knows, maybe she’d even stop by the leaky cauldron for a spot of lunch. head still in the clouds, astoria swiftly flung open the door to the phone box as soon as it had reached its destination - and promptly almost hit someone in the face with it. “ oh, merlin - are you alright ? “

Review and submit his expansion report to the Portkey Office, triple check his schedule book for next week, check in with a newly-selected Apparition test administrator ... was there anything else? Most likely not, but what if Percy was forgetting something on his mental to-do list (not to be confused with his physical to-do list, currently awaiting him on his office desk)? See, this is the exact reason he didn’t like to be out of the office. Had he had a say, he wouldn’t have been right now. But one of his higher-ups has insisted he take his lunch break out of office today, commenting that he looked like he could use sunlight. He’d had to bite his tongue that his genetics were more at play in that than any workaholic tendencies, thank you very much.

He’d been checking his break time tick away on his watch, and as soon as it was reasonably close to over, he made his way towards the visitor’s entrance — the nearest Floo compatible fireplaces would be overrun at this hour. He was still going through his to-do lost, caught in his thoughts, when the phone booth door came flinging at him. By some miracle, he managed not to fall over in surprise, and instead answered the question with the first thing that came to mind: “Please by careful with that door. If it breaks, repairs will be a mess.”

#❝ designer of my own catastrophe ❞ → thread (percy). #percy → astoria greengrass.

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⧼ toby regbo, cis male, he/him/his / quarter-life crisis by judah and the lion + desks piled high with books and materials, always crowded but never messy; guilt and shame that eat away at him with every mention of family moments and memories he chose to not be part of; three cups of black coffee to make it through the day, four if there’s too much that needs done (there’s always too much that needs done). ⧽ ━━ hey, isn’t that PERCY WEASLEY? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-NINE year old pure blood WIZARD is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a MINISTRY EMPLOYEE. i’ve heard they can be quite DRIVEN & METICULOUS, but i don’t know… they came off very OSTENTATIOUS & NEUROTIC in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it? — [pinterest]

who ordered a pretentious, family-abandoning guilty nerd? no one?? guess this one is on the house then. i’m???? super inspired in writing this bio and its more of a character analysis than anything else bc he’s an established enough canon that we don’t know much about personally so i went ham but i’m not about to ask y’all to read the mess i’ll inevitablty type up for him, so here are a few brief bullet points for now bc i want this up:

learned that the best way to get praise was to do everything he was told, be as respected as bill and charlie, and look after the younger kids. he took these lessons and ran with them into overdrive because percy only knows two modes: zero or one-hundred. hence how he turned out to be a killjoy

stupidly smart and stupidly ambitious. the sorting hat considered putting him in slytherin and he debated with it until the hat got annoyed with him and gave him gryffindor instead. you can pry that hc out of my cold, dead hands

so much of him is based in guilty: for the fight he had with arthur, for putting up so much distance between him and his family for years, and for not coming back to them until the very last minute. there’s also an immense level of guilt thinking he had a part in fred’s death, because he was there when his brother was killed and he wonders if he hadn’t caused a distraction, if fred might still be alive. he’s never spoken about any of his guilt because he’s about as good at communicating as he is at having any chill (aka, not at all)

after the war (and all of the grief and pain and healing that followed), percy made his primary focus on rebuilding his relationship with his family. it’s not been easy, but if the war taught him anything, it’s that he will not lose even more time

currently employed at the ministry (duh) in the department of magical transportation because jkr said that somewhere, i’m just too tired to cite the source

i’ll make a stats page and link it later along with the rest of the finished bio, thank u and good night

BIO — under co.

Born the third son to Molly and Arthur Weasley, one of the very first lessons Percy learned was that it was easy to get lost in the crowd. In a family that finally tapered off at seven children, there was always someone crying, laughing, or making some sort of racket (sometimes all three at once). It was such a loud environment, and it was clear early on that Percy didn’t like loud. He liked things to be quiet and structured, because that made sense to him.

While all of his brothers were causing chaos, Percy was more likely to be found trailing after their mother. It was the only time when he felt like he got one-on-one time — he’s never been all that great at sharing, you see, even within his family. Even better than the time, he quickly realized that it was the best way to get recognition in a family as big as his. Rather than trying to make the biggest display for reinforcement, Percy learned to set himself apart by doing exactly what he was told. When his older brothers were away at school, and the younger kids were causing Molly to want to tear her hair, there was an overarching, sometimes unspoken (often times not) question of, why can’t you lot be like Percy? Responsible Percy, who completed all of his lessons as soon as possible and made sure to not track mud into the house and make a mess. It didn’t matter that it made him less likable to his siblings. It didn’t matter that that lack of likability sometimes felt like a lack of love, either (not that he would say that out loud). Their family was under enough stress, with seven kids and strained finances. He wouldn’t be the one to add any more stress.

Over time, it became less about being the responsible one for the sake of being good, and more so just... because that’s who Percy was. He could be overbearing to a fault, and it wasn’t helped by the fact that he sucked at communication. Whenever he scolded the younger kids for even the most minute thing, it didn’t come from a place of anger. In Percy’s mind, rules were established to keep you safe, and if his siblings broke any of the his mother’s rules, it meant they were making themselves unsafe. He may have been garbage at showing it, but Percy always has and always will love his family. The thought of something happening to them, especially something he could prevent, was not okay in his book. They needed to listen in order to be safe, and if that meant he had to act like an overbearing mother to guarantee that, then so be it.

While he was his mother’s shadow growing up, there was also a deep respect for his father. That respect greatly shifted as Percy grew up and learned their family’s status in the wizarding world, but as a little kid? He wanted so much to be like Arthur. That’s why his desire to enter the Ministry has existed as long as he can remember. Thus began a serous case of tunnel vision further fueled by Percy’s own ambition. Once he set his mind to something, good luck getting him to change it. And Percy’s mind was set on the best.

One thing Percy has kept to himself for years is something said to him during the sorting ceremony his first day at Hogwarts. Slytherin would suit you. Percy determined that that stupid hat must be broken, and mentally argued with it for a solid minute before it put him in Gryffindor — like his parents, like Bill, and like Charlie. His only real care? That he couldn’t stand to feel more disliked in his family than he already did.

His school years were everything that he needed them to be. By the time he started, he already had everything planned out. Get top marks? Done (friendly reminder that Percy got twelve O.W.L.’s, how tf). Become prefect? Done. Become Head Boy? Check, check, and check. Of course, it was far more than just a bit stressful when the twins started school and his lecturing towards them went into overdrive. Then Ron, who’s life seemed to be put in danger every five seconds after befriending Harry Potter. And then the entire debacle that was Ginny’s first year. Needless to say, Percy got his first grey hair at aged sixteen. But he managed to deal with (read: ignore) all of his stress and worry, and left Hogwarts with Os on all of his N.E.W.T.s and a job offer at the Ministry. Everything was going to according to plan.

Everything did not go as planned. His first year at the Ministry was an absolute disaster, to put it lightly. His boss never learned his name, which was humiliating enough. But Percy knew that what he wanted involved playing along in order to work your way up, so that’s exactly what he did. And it worked! Even when most of his correspondence with Crouch was done through letters, it felt like something. Being asked to carry out Crouch’s role in the Triwizard Tournament felt like a reward. Nevermind that he was 18 at the time and that job should have been done by somebody much more established than him. So when word got out that someone had been Imperio’d for ages by someone, Percy was an easy target to blame for not noticing. He could have bit back that had barely known Crouch beforehand, why was it being put on him? He didn’t fight back though. That wouldn’t do him any good. He took it all in stride, bit his tongue, and did what he’d always done: exactly as he was told.

We don’t discuss the fight and his subsequent abandoning of his family.

Percy doesn’t like to think about the almost three years that followed. Why would he? The first few weeks were spent seething with anger, towards his father and towards himself. After the anger cooled, it was replaced with overwhelming guilt. Not for the doubt that he’d had in his parents’ side, oh no. He was still very adamant that they were delusional for trusting the word of a teenage boy and an old (though arguably respectable) man over the governing forces, those same forces that he’d been in awe of since he was a kid. No, Percy’s guilt lay in the accusations he’d shouted, and the blame he’d placed on his father for their family’s financial state.

listen i’ll elaborate on his time during and after the war later, it’s like 2am and i’ve been fighting with my laptop for hours and this is already sO MUCH THAT NO ONE ASKED FOR, PERCY IS JUST MY CHILD

#nox.intro #percy.

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“Tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what I am, or what I’m not? Tell me, mother, which should I regret: what I became, or what I didn’t?”

— thoughts of a stray iii | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

#❝ all i ever wanted was the world ❞ → about (percy).

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@hpminorcharnet and @purebloodnet creation event: minor purebloods

↳ Percy Ignatius Weasley

“I was a fool! I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat…”

#❝ i think there’s a flaw in my code ❞ → inspo (percy).