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Not Crazy ||OPEN||



Leo sat on the hospital bed, legs tucked up and arms crossed. He was staring at the annoying blue bedsheets and annoying blue hospital socks with the padding on the bottom so he couldn’t slip and ‘accidentally’ hurt himself—again. Though his arms were crossed, he could still see the hospital…

Aucee bit her lip as she picked at the wristband she wore. Her name, birth date, a bar code, and a picture of her that was frankly the worst she had ever taken decorated it. Just days prior she had gained enough consciousness to get what was going on and where she was, not after an almost bone breaking fight. Standing awkwardly in the AT room with her brand new scars and bruises, she saw a kid walk in. He seemed to be the only one who saw her. Limping over towards him, she sat down. There was too much blue.

"Hi." Aucee said in a rough voice.

Leo just nodded in response, eyes wandering thoroughly over the girl’s figure. He noticed everything, from the scars the the way she held herself, to the odd bruises to the knots in her hair. But what he really noticed was the deep, intense look in her eyes that he saw so often, in so many people here but most importantly - it’s what he saw in the mirror every day. He’d stopped looking in the mirror, once he finally got so fed up he punched it and spent the rest of the day in the doctor’s office getting glass picked from his skin. He was then put on Suicide Watch so he wouldn’t hurt himself. Leo’d said it enough and it was true; he’d hurt himself in front of them if he had to. He didn’t care if someone was staring at him, he didn’t care if they ignored him. Leo glanced up at the girl again, debating between whether or not he should say something. He’d given up on covering everything with jokes and a smile, but after years of that, he didn’t really know what else to do. Anyways, he hadn’t spoken since his ‘incident’ a few weeks back, and wasn’t planning on breaking it just for some girl he barely met. Still, he found himself looking away and muttering, “Hi,” back, voice (not surprisingly) hoarse.


heroes of olympus + color palettes (x)

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ghost king

art by viria

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You must forge your own path for it to mean anything.

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Maybe people with special gifts show up when bad things are happening because that’s when they’re needed most.

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Because I know you, Percy Jackson. In many ways, you are impulsive, but when it comes to your friends, you are as constant as a compass needle. You are unswervingly loyal, and you inspire loyalty.

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I keep falling, I keep falling down

If you could only save me

I’m drowning in the waters of my soul

There’s nothing left to say now, there’s nothing left to say now

I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

{ Art by: viria }

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With great power… comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.” {art}

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nico + colours

Really? That would be a first. I’m the son of Hades, Jason. I might as well be covered in blood or sewage, the way people treat me.



More Blind!Nico AU uwu

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It can bring the gods to their knees.

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Yes I support gay rights.

Yes I would care if you died.

No I’m not going to reblog that post.

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