in the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity

“I am not making a bigger deal of this than I should be– Valentine’s Day is like Christmas to us Aphrodite kids,” Kendall insisted, seeming to be in a rather heated argument with another over the holiday. Her attention was torn away briefly by somebody addressing her, “Sorry, what do you need? I’m kind of in the middle of something here,” Kendall asked, turning to face the newcomer in the conversation.

“Why don’t you take a deep breath,” Augusto offered. “And then feel free to continue your monologue. I don’t think he’s listening anyway.”

“i’m sure i can take her,” she said with false bravado, she’s a terrible fighter for a demi-god. “’sides i’m sure there are plenty here who agree with me. you know raine jokingly suggested an anti-valentines party, and i am kinda game. but yea, that is the one good thing about valentines - and easter as well. who doesn’t want discounted easter eggs.”

“I would love to see that,” Augusto laughed. “While I’m sure there are others who agree, I’m also pretty sure you would not see the light of tomorrow if Aphrodite’s cabin got a whiff of it.”

“what is it about valentines that makes the couples annoyingly smug? and us singletons feel forever alone,” perhaps she’s speaking for herself but she turned to the other as she continued to grumble. “it’s such a commercial holiday, i’m sorry i know aphrodite’s the goddess of love and all that but really…”

get to know me ask meme

send me a number between 1-25 and i’ll answer:

what is your favorite color and why?

do you feel at home in your cabin?

what is your relationship like with your siblings?

what would you choose to eat for your very last meal?

what hogwarts house do you belong in?

what is your idea of a perfect date?

do you have any tattoos? what are they?

how tidy / organised are you?

do you have any hobbies or passions? what are they?

tea or coffee?

if you were to turn into an animal, which animal do you think you’d be?

do you have any pet peeves?

do you have any scars? if so, how many and where?

would you rather revisit the past or experience the future?

what career would you like to pursue outside of camp?

if you could only watch one movie for the rest of your life, what would it be?

do you drink, smoke or do drugs?

crunchy or smooth peanut butter?

what is/are your weapon(s) of choice?

has your character ever been in a relationship? with who?

did you go to school? until what level/grade? how do/did you feel about it?

are you superstitious?

what did you dress up as last halloween?

what are your sleeping patterns like?

ask anything/free question

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“How the hell would I get a pony? Unless you want me to steal a pegasus from the stables,” Clary replied.

“I’ll pass. Knowing Nate he already told them all to bite me.”

“Surely you do know that sneaking at a person holding a weapon is not the smartest move,” Nate called out loud, not turning to look at the approaching person.

“You’re holding it wrong,” Gus smirked when he pointed it out.

“No, you’re wrong. You’re absolutely wrong. Please stop talking because you’re just embarrassing yourself now.”

Staring at the white building in front of him Bellamy looked around, “Do you think anyone actually goes in the cabin?” In all his years at camp halfblood he’d never actually been inside Hera’s cabin. “Should we go in? I mean it’s not really breaking in.” Looking around he shrugged, “I mean it’s probably not.”

“I’m sure cleaning harpies go in every other day. Feel free to go in if you dare. I like breathing so I’ll stay back and watch.”

“Alright,” Kendall gave in with a sigh as she set her book down. “What did you need to talk to me about? Make it quick because my bet is someone’s about to die next chapter.”

The smell of baked goods floated through the air, Darcy now covered in various ingredients was looking rather haggard, as she watched someone approach. Not being able to help but look a little guilty over the mess she had created, “I stress bake.” She blurted out quickly, as though she needed a reason to be here. “Unless you weren’t going to ask what I was doing- then you can ignore that little fact. Cupcake?”

“What are you so stressed about?” Gus asked, then reached for a cupcake.