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//*whispers* someone should send me some writing prompts.//

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    “So according to science, love thoroughly messes up your brain for roughly two years.”

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“time passes slower without you.”

5 Word Prompts | accepting!

     “I’ve missed you too, Valentina,” comes the warm reply. Arms wrap around Valentina, Piper feeling infinitely happy that her sister made it through the camp’s recent disaster alright.

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{ Ghost King }

So there was something behind that name. Nico had thought…well, he didn’t know what to think, considering there was so little to think about. Just ghosts and the whispers of rumors, and Nico dealt with ghosts. He’d caught that name in the dying gasps of some of the few he was too late to save, cases that had yet to be solved, and question out-numbered answers by a long shot.

But the Piper knew about it too, and she knew a little bit about everything. His lips parted to repeat the name, unthinkingly, but he caught himself. Nico might have powers enough to protect himself, but he wasn’t stupid, and names could be very powerful. Especially a name like Gigantomachy.

He shuddered, a sudden chill dancing down his back as his eyes flicked to their surroundings before returning to the informant’s face. Nico would remember this, of course, file away the information for use later, and maybe one day when he was strong enough, he would look into that name and make them pay for all the harm they’d done. But not yet. “Thanks for all your help,” he murmured, shaking off the fears and melancholy and questions for the moment. If she thought it wasn’t safe to talk about it, then it wasn’t. “Did you find out any more what happened on Fifth street? The explosion and the robbery?”

     She exhaled slowly, leaning back into her seat as she tried to shake off the feeling of foreboding that always settled in her stomach when someone asks about Gigantomachy. Of course she knew of them--more importantly, she knew more than she should and was one of very few people in the network of underground information that had more facts than rumors to share.

     Which means she’d be deep in the dead pool if she spoke about it.

     She relaxed into her chair, a small smile forming on her lips as they travelled back into more familiar--safer territory. This was the reason she’d been approached in the first place, after all.

     “Yup. Found out plenty. My sources tell me that the explosion was an accident--their gear malfunctioned.” Piper leaned forward, a knowing glint in her eyes. “But it wasn’t a user error. I could go into detail about who gave them their weapons and what exactly went wrong,” purposeful air quotes are made when she says the word ‘wrong’. “Buuuut, that would require a slight...renegotiation of prices.”

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//It just occurred to me that in a lot (and by ‘a lot’ I mean all) of my au backgrounds for Piper, her story involved Leo being her ride or die boy and I have??? No regrets?? Like when I think of Piper pre-series or pre-au-canon time, it’s like Leo is a must for who she is now. Her best and probably first real friend. Like it’s ‘sad childhood full of neglect’ and then LEO VALDEZ.

Leo and Piper’s relationship is very important to me okay? Okay. I love them 5ever as besties and Piper’s gonna be the first in line for that West Coast Leo Valdez Punch Line when he makes it over to Camp Jupiter.//

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“then what do you suggest?”

5 Word Prompts | accepting

“Anything but that,” Piper responds. Perhaps a little unhelpful, but she’s still working on a plan herself. “Alright–these things usually travel in packs. So even ki–” for all she knew, the mist made the hell hound look like a regular dog. Probably best not to talk about killing dogs, even ones that are clearly mad and ready to pounce. “er–subduing one, wouldn’t do much good if we just piss off or run into the rest of the pack.” Still didn’t produce a plan of action but–

“Just back away slowly. Maybe if we don’t spook the pooch, it won’t try to chew off an arm or two.”

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Application to date my daughter

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five word prompts

an-exotic-writer:

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

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when I was younger I didn’t understand why “may you live in interesting times” was considered a curse in ancient greece.

I get it now.

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     “Oh.” Her brows furrowed as she tried to focus on moving forward. Every step felt like a mile and it took far longer for her to process what she was being told than it should’ve. Will was going to look at her head. Right. Teak wasn’t good with healing. Got it. “Okay. Right.” Thinking was a chore and Piper swore to herself that she wouldn’t go within ten feet of a rock wall for at least a week.

     A long groan left her at the sight of the steps. Three or four steps up to the cabins weren’t very strenuous on any other occasion. Yet with how much thought she had to put into remembering to move her feet at present? This was going to be a task and she knew it. Yet her stubborn streak remained, fingers digging into Teak’s shoulder as she took a deep breath.

    “I c’n do it,” she stays as firmly as she can manage, other hand finding the railing. 

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Teak looked at Piper from the corners of his eyes, his forehead wrinkled in worry. “No that’s not five feet, come on, let’s keep going,” he encouraged. He tightened his grip around Piper’s waist and pulled her on another couple of steps. “Will’s gotta look at your head. I’m no good with injuries you know.” Especially not head ones. But at least Piper was awake, and at least walking somewhat. When that rock had tumbled loose on the wall and hit her, Teak thought for a moment that she was dead. Luckily, he had gotten his panic under control once he saw she was still alive, and more or less conscious to boot.

“Do you think you can manage the steps? Or do I need to carry you for those parts?”

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He paws at her, curious as ever. Kronos said demigods were easy kill but why kill them? Typhon paws the demigod again before laying flat on the ground. If he pretended to be a beast, maybe she won't run away from him. But being 7'6" heigh from shoulders, he was still big even laying on the ground. -greciantragedy, Typhon.

     It takes a large chunk of Piper’s willpower to stand her ground. Being pawed at by a being that could squash her flat with minimal effort was understandably intimidating to say the least. But considering he seemed to be trying for her attention as opposed to…killing her, Piper supposed she could suppress her flight-or-fight instincts for a while longer.

     “Can I…do, something for you…?”

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“We could have a secret signal to find each other in the forest!”

RWBY Starters | accepting!

     “That’s not a bad idea,” Piper said with a nod. “The problem with signals is that they aren’t exactly inconspicuous. If we can see or hear the sign, chances are, someone else can too–Annabeth isn’t the only sharp mind in the Athena cabin.” Not to mention the Ares kids were good at picking out signals.

    “We don’t have to abandon the idea, but we’d have to be careful about it. What did you have in mind?” 

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“Could you at least humor me for maybe five more feet?” (highnoonbright)

RWBY Starters

     “Suuuure,” comes the slurred response, Piper leaning heavily on Teak as she’s more dragged than guided towards cabin seven. Her head was pounding and the world was displaying everything in duplicate. Her mind blanked for a moment as she tried to recall what had happened–and why her hand was coming away red and wet when she touched a hand to the stinging part of her head.

     “’M here.” She’s tired, but she knows better than to let herself fall asleep. Man she hated head injuries. 

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me: i only ship with chemistry!! our muses have to develop a long and slow relationship, i don’t like jumping into things!!! MY muse: *points at EVERY SINGLE muse* i want that one!!! Me @ muse:

Originally posted by mrthisbody