#apolafsi

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nico’s instagram, ft. lou ellen blackstone / @nosestealer & delilah anne cho / @apolafsi

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@apolafsi sent ❝ am i doing this right? it’s my first day on the job. ❞

      ❝ Ah, I mean-- I'm not really much of a computer person.  I'm just-- ❞ Well, he didn't exactly have a job title here at the Institute of Future Technology.  He was just kinda there to offer support.  ❝ I think as long as you don't set anything on fire, you'll be fine. ❞

[sensesdialed-aa]

@apolafsi // lyrical sc.

{ song : finale (can’t wait to see what you do next) - ajr }

“Can you wait a sec? Let me catch my breathe, let me catch my-”

[spidaeyaunt-movedd]

❤︎ !

❤︎  you are my favorite writer of your muse

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        ❛    well,  i  managed  to  not  get  killed,  so  i  guess  that  means  i’m  okay.    ❜     //  @apolafsi !

[illlusioner]

sunlight !!

sunlight: we’re mutuals and I love u

syd  u  r  an  angel  ilu  i  am  gonna  explode

[warcrimed]

2 & 14 !!

character development questions

002. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday? sarah would make his favorite meal, a comforting tradition. he’d run through the streets with a sparkler in hand, off to find a better view before the fireworks began. now, he has more options. his first year with the avengers, they’d had a rooftop barbeque. everyone was in a natural state, laughter bubbling & popped bottles of sparkling cider doing the same. he’d never imagined he’d get to see a view like this.

014. Detail one secret shame your character feels.steve doesn’t respond to emails when he reads them. he lets them sit in his inbox for three days before someone calls him out on it, and writes “I apologize. I did not see this.” but really he just avoided the responsibility. it’s infuriating for whoever is on the other side of the email.

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@apolafsi   //   continued from here !

He's biting his tongue, trying to focus on anything else. The pain from his wound is traveling up his arm as well as down. "One of the new campers underestimated the archers. Thought they could cut through the area fast enough, despite the warnings.” A majority of it is spoken through his teeth. “Knowing they couldn't, I kind of... turned into a shield?"

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until  this  day  her  heart  still  aches  of  the  choice  she  had  to  make  in  living  delilah  behind,  aphrodite  had  always  promise  herself  to  be  different  from  all  the  other  gods,  but  for  some  reason  the  fates  had  just  made  her  as  equal  to  them  as  she  could  be.  she  had  promised  zeus  she  would  keep  her  DISTANCE  but  once  again  that  promise  would  have  to  be  broken  as  the  need to  meet  her  daughter  grown  in  her  chest.  she  had  kept  herself  in  the  shadows  until  the  girl  was  left  ALONE,  only  then  did  she  step  into  the  light  with  a  soft  (  and  even  scared  )  smile  upon  her  lips.           ❛❛   hello delilah.  ❜❜    //  @apolafsi  ⇾  sc.

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❉ !

                                        ANONYMOUS        IMPRESSIONS!

❉  I’ve followed you for a long time!

              oh geez i’m so sorry

[mtchstck-a]

’ Did you catch fire again? ’

                     “Yeah. Just a little this time, though. It was mostly smoke. I probably smell like shit.” Liv is leaning against a tree in the shade, idly wiping at her eyes. She feels like an accident waiting to happen. But better here than out there, right. Or so they tell her. “I put it out fast, I just scared some of the Apollo kids pretty bad is all. D’you know if they’re okay?”

lilo n s.titch | ACCEPTING

[sensesdialed-aa]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m so bored!

@apolafsi // text messages.

[ 📲 • sms ] ——me tOO

[ 📲 • sms ] ——we should do smething

[ 📲 • sms ] ——so we’re both not bored

[ 📲 • sms ] ——idk what tho

[mysterynerd]

‘ you yelled at them like it was a parent-teacher conference and hung up on them. ‘   ‣   @apolafsi​ .

❛          𝐒𝐎      𝐈      —      𝐈      𝐌𝐀𝐘      𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄      𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍      𝐀      𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄      𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃      𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘      ,        i        realize        that        .          ❜            sheepishness      curls      an      𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥      𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩      𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳      𝘩𝘦𝘳      𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴      ,      𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴      𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮      𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘺      -      𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬      .      nevertheless      ,      velma      keeps      her      shoulders      squared      .            ❛         but      —      but      they      were      wrong      !      why      should      we      pay      extra      for      our      pizza      because      𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈      𝙲𝙰𝙽’𝚃      𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴      𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙻𝚈      ?      i      was      trying      to      help      !          ❜            toe      scuffs      against      the      ground      .             ❛         but      maybe      hanging      up      was      a      step      too      much      .      do      you      ,      um      ,      𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡      𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠      𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙡𝙡      𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧      —      ?          ❜

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        ❛    you  don’t  wanna  know  what  it  feels  like.    ❜   forehead  creases  at  the  word  problem  she’d  been  trying  to  solve  for  the  past  hour,  wracking  her  brain  for  what  little  hyperbola  tips  she  could  remember  as  she  speaks.   some  of  her  classmates  breezed  through  the  topic;  they’d  already  gone  through  it  in  the  five  years  that  didn’t  happen,  but  she  dropped  out  just  as  her  teacher  was  getting  into  the  harder  examples.   ❛    ---------  trust  me,  you  don’t.    ❜

@apolafsi  |  endgame starter call.

[flockleads]

‘ i mean, people are greater threats than demons or ghouls. ’

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED STARTERS     /     accepting !

           “ YEAH ,   OBVIOUSLY ,   but at least if a human murders you ,   it was slightly natural .     i mean ,   as natural as homicide can get .    but if you get GOT by a demon ,   that’s the wildest way to go .     you do get to watch from beyond the grave as teenagers creep around spooking themselves in the place you died ,   though ,   so that’s a plus . ”

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@apolafsi liked!

She hadn’t meant to stare.

Bright red eyes drift --- between the sketchbook within her hands and the half - finished sketch upon it, and the stranger she’s been gazing at.  She’s...pretty.  Ib wanted to draw her, that’s all.  Distracted though she may be (  always thinking of / trying not to think of / thinking of hell and art and how much she hates art  ) the child still notices when she’s caught.  Those eyes lower, expression flat and placid, though eyes dart with undue anxiety.

“------ Sorry,” she whispers, holding the sketchbook to her chest.