I love getting yelled at for being stressed, which ends up making me more stressed
I love getting yelled at for being stressed, which ends up making me more stressed
There are two types of people
Meg: Am I in trouble? Nero: Take a guess. Meg: No? Nero: Take another guess.
Incitatus: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder? Caligula: Stop romanticizing the past.
Incitatus: Where are you going? Caligula: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there
wait wait wait, what remains of edith finch but it’s j Will solace retelling the tradgedies of the apollo cabin and his last entry is soenthing like “hopefully i’ll get to tell you these stories myself. maybe all our curse needed was an embrace of death. and we’ll, with nico in my arms, i feel like i’ve got that down” but then it’s revealed that whatever sibling Will left the book to is staring down at Will and nicos joint grave after they died on their trip to tartarus
tired of python deciding your future? just say no, it can't legally decide your future without your consent
Meg: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Lester: Lester: Meg, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Meg: *Sips coffee from bowl*
Will: So I can either bake these cookies at 400 degrees for ten minutes or 4,000 degrees for one minute
Nick: Will that's not how you bake cookies-
Will: FLOOR IT?
Will: HOW ABOUT 4,000,000 DEGREES FOR ONE SECOND?!
Nico: WILL, YOU ARE GOING TO BURN THE HOUSE DOWN!
Will: I'M GOING TO HARNESS MY DAD TO MAKE COOKIES!
Readers of Trials of Apollo, do you guys have some fanfic prompts? I want to try writing fics. Preferably Apollo or Meg-centric
Nico:I want to tell you a joke but I only remember the punchline
Will: Go ahead
Will: When is the best time to go to the dentist?
Nico: You complete me
Will: I think people should have mascots. Mine would be a golden retriever wearing sunglasses
Will: I have been informed this is called a fursona
nico: i'm quite capable of taking care care of myself, you know
will: *with nico in his arms* so you want me to not carry you to your cabin?
nico: *aggressively hugging will's neck* i dare you to drop me
Percy: Nico told me that the paper strip that's in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year
Nico: They are
Percy: FOR REAL?!?
Will: Why would you believe in this again, Percy?
*unfounds your found family* team BEST angst because well. as much as i love them i don't think there's gonna be a team BEST for much longer. enjoy.
i am not a writer why did i make this
Four stand in the walls of a castle built of snow, painted more of a pinkish hue in the sunrise. They are teammates, but they do not stand together.
Two stand side by side, arms resting on eachother's shoulders, using eachother as support. One of those two have danced with death twice too many.
One stands alone, he had fallen from practically unkillable all due to the others. Three lives lost saving so-called teammates. It wasn't worth it.
And the final stands alone, furthest from the rest, across a rocky line drawn ages before. Hair the same color of the blood that had spilled on the ground of where he died before.
"Give him a life, Etho." Tango had been used for his lives for weeks, demands of handing out fractions of his soul like candy. It was about time that someone else was the one to give up a piece of themselves instead.
Etho saw differently. Did his loyalty lie in a team that was starting to fracture at the seams, or in himself? He would answer himself, but his loyalty truly lied in neither. It lied in the metal band kept safe on a necklace, in the mossy scarf gifted to him by his closest friend. He would never admit to it, though. "No, not doing it."
"What do you mean- I gave up so many of my lives for Bdubs, and you won't even give up one for Skizz." How could Etho be so selfish. Tango had lost nearly every life he held last session- due to fucking Bdubs. Oh, how he wanted to throw his fists into that man's jaw until he looked like he had been dropped off the nether fortress ten times over.
"Hey, now don't bring me into this- this is your problem, not mine." He had done nothing but switch between red and yellow for the past two weeks, and he was tired. Tired of dealing with this bullshit, tired of the relentless anger that once flowed through his veins, and just straight up drained. The last thing that Bdubs wanted was to be dragged into the drama between his teammates.
Etho sighed, breath visible in the early morning fog. "I'm not doing it. We can get him a life from someone else, like I did with Scar that one time. But I need my life." A truth, but not the full extent. There was already countless targets on the back of the person next to him. His green name was insurance, a safety net to prevent the inevitable death of his best friend- his husband- for as long as possible.
"And we need Skizz back on this team- Do you even hear yourself right now Etho? You're being so fucking selfish." An ultimatum had to be made "If you don't give up a life, Skizz will be out of BEST, and so will I."
Silence, as the four stand together, waiting for a decision to be made.
And Etho would lie if he said the decision was instant. This team had grown to be something of a family, but last session the flaws had started to shine through. Was he really going to give up one of his few lives for a team that was so close to shattering? Especially if they may end up having to fight to the death regardless? A shield placed into the snow in front of him, one with a red painted E. "It was inevitable, this was always going to come to an end. Alliances don't last on this kind of server."
"What- Etho. Just give Skizz the goddamn life-" Bdubs protested.
"I've made my decision. I'm sorry Skizz." Etho looked over to him, whose face looked torn between anger and heartbreak.
And oh, how Skizz was. Team BEST was his team, these people were his family. How had it had all fallen apart so quickly? He trusted these people, it was supposed to be the four of them against the world, until the very end. And yet, the illusion of this so-called family unwound in front of his very eyes.
Tango blinked, but held back his rage. "Fine. Come on Skizz, they're not worth it." He looks over to Skizz, still frozen in place. He really was the glue that held us together, Tango thought. Without another word, Tango turned around and left, never even considering looking back.
Skizz did look back. Almost as if he was hopeful for a second chance, one that everyone knew he wouldn't receive. If he was any stronger he would have thrown his blade straight into Etho's chest, into Bdubs' as well for good measure, but he would never win against both at once.
"Why did you do that," in a voice even colder than the frigid air surrounding their home.
Etho didn't have an answer, not one he could bring himself to say, at least. It was leaving him on red or not being able to save you. "It doesn't matter."
"Yes it fucking does, Etho. You just threw away everything because what- you didn't want to give up a life? Tango had a point- what if it was me? Huh? Would you have given it up for me?"
Etho was barely audible, despite the dead silence, "I would. That's why I didn't."
Silence sat between the two, growing more and more uncomfortable by the second. "I'm going to the nether, we need more blaze rods," and before Bdubs could say another word, Etho had left. The blaze rods were a lie, all he wanted was a place to be left alone. The burning flames and the stench of death was more peaceful than the deafening silence the two would have shared.
Bdubs stayed behind. How could one man be so smart yet so stupid, to not see how much he destroyed in one choice. He didn't need protecting, he didn't need Etho to stockpile lives for him in case he died and went back to red. He needed Etho to have reunited the team. Bdubs twisted the ring sat on his finger, debating taking it off for good. He didn't.
Across the world, another joined the group of red lives who resided on a bridge near a cliffside. They welcomed Skizz with open arms, but he didn't want to feel welcomed.
Elsewhere, a yellow name sits in the forest, having left the snowy walls far off in the distance. Shards of a broken shield burning made for better warmth than that so-called team ever did. He frowned at seeing the blue text of the hand-painted T burning away into smoke.
Four once stood in the snowy walls of a castle, four once called eachother teammates, friends, family, in a twisted sense of kinship was doomed from the start.
Hey, chill out, man.
I am very chill.
Don’t call me that.
I am SO sorry about such a late update sdfjkasdnflsdf