syspnosis ꕀ Percy is in infatuated with your kisses, to the point where he has basically consumed so much chemicals from your lipgloss. but he doesn’t mind, until you complain about a shortage.
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𝒴ou don’t even remember who leaned in first. maybe you? maybe Percy?
but it doesn’t matter, because the second his hands settle on your waist and your iced-coffee lipgloss brushes his mouth, everything else dissolves. He kisses like he’s trying to make up for every minute he didn’t get to see you today: warm, eager, a little breathless.
By the time you pull back, both of you are grinning and his entire mouth is covered by your gloss, tinted like he just drank a whole café latte with no straw.
Percy wipes his lips with the back of his hand, then stops when he sees the smear. “Okay, that’s definitely yours.”
You just smirk. “And you love it.”
He does. Obviously.
A few days later, you’re digging through your bag with dramatic frustration.
“Why do my lipglosses keep running out so fast? This is the third one this month!”
Percy’s face goes pink. He’s very aware why.
You’re very aware why.
Neither of you says it.
He just clears his throat. “Uh… weird. Must be a manufacturing issue.”
You give him a look that says sure, seaweed brain, and kiss him again just to prove your point, leaving another iced-coffee print on his mouth before jogging off to your cabin.
Percy touches his lips and sighs. “Yeah… it’s definitely my fault.”
When Christmas rolls around, Percy nervously hovers in the Jackson apartment doorway while Sally wraps presents.
“Hey, Mom? Can I borrow, like… ten dollars?”
She raises an eyebrow. “For what?”
He mumbles, “Lipgloss.”
Sally stops mid-ribbon. “Percy… the ones your girlfriend uses are like twenty-eight dollars.”
“TWENTY—?! Why are they that much?! They’re tiny!”
She laughs, shaking her head. “Sweetheart, anything shiny and scented is expensive. Luckily…” She reaches into a drawer and pulls out a brand-new tube still in its box. “I got this as a birthday gift. Never opened it. It’s the same brand you always come home… wearing.”
Percy turns red. “Mom!”
“Just give it to her,” she says, handing it over. “She sounds special.”
“She is,” he admits softly.
You’ve never met Sally Jackson, but when Percy gives you the little wrapped box later that night, his ears red and his smile shy, your heart actually trips in your chest.
You open the wrapping slowly… then freeze when you see what’s inside.
It isn’t just another lipgloss.
It’s a gift from his mother.
Something she kept untouched and gave because she thought you were worth it.
You close the box again, clutching it to your chest.
“I’m not using it,” you say suddenly.
Percy blinks. “Wait—what? Why? You can! I got it for—”
“No,” you say, smiling, stepping close and sliding your arms around his neck. “I’m saving it. For something important. Like… I dunno… maybe my wedding day.”
Percy’s face goes blank. Then red. Then brighter red.
“Your— your what— your— wedding—?” His voice cracks so hard it echoes.
You just laugh, kiss him softly, and leave the faintest iced-coffee print on the corner of his mouth.
“Relax, seaweed brain. I’m not proposing.”
Then, with a grin: “But I’m not wasting Sally Jackson’s lipgloss on anything less than the best day of my life.”
Percy kisses you again, long, warm, a little dizzying and you swear he tastes like the future.
And yes… he definitely leaves wearing your gloss again (butThis time it’s strawberry flavored).
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i drew kayla!! parts of her design was inspired by @dranktwocoffees :33 also ignore the fact that she has brown eyes i totally forgot they were supposed to be blue
and also some doodles of her with her siblings !! first one is my apollo camper oc :3
Paris kept disappearing throughout the day, at first it started with once a week, like when he used to stay up because of his nightmares.
At the same time, the harpies have gotten happier, the regular annoyance they showed for most campers was replaced by faint smiles and a lot of chirping.
Today, after curfew Paris was sneaking out of the Eros cabin, heading towards the woods, after he disappeared into them, the amount of nightly bird noises went up. When you went to investigate you saw Paris, dancing around a campfire with three young harpies watching him as he told a story, two that look six and eight, and the third is a small baby.
Paris flew into the air, “and as the boy flew up to the sun, his wings melted and he crashed down into the sea, a smile lingering on his face,” Paris let himself crash into the ground dramatically, “bleh, im dead”
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Sunny had gone to visit her little brother, that was three weeks ago. She just vanished, but today you watch as she stumbles into camp followed by a younger boy.
Sunny is in rough shape, her hair has been cut short, she’s battered and bruised, and the veins on her left arm are black.
The boy doesn’t look any better, his eye is slashed like a knife or claw had cut it, and he’s just as battered as Sunny.
The boy had a death grip on Sunny, and he appeared to have a tattoo on his forearm, the tattoo was of two intertwined snakes.
The boy was trying to help Sunny to her feet but she kept falling. Over and over her body collapsed under her own weight, the boy seemed to be getting more desperate.
“Come on Sunny! We’re almost there! Only a little bit!”
“I’m trying Adam!”
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Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.
And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.
So... what will you do now?
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{This is a Riordanverse OC, feel free to interact as either canon characters or other OCs. TWs: injuries, negligence of own needs, overworking and just general lack of care for themself. He tied for most votes in my poll of who I should put in an angsty Situation™ so here we are. Also, apologies for any typos. I’m in a flare rn so of course my hands are shaky asf, sighhh 😔}
Asher was supposed to be on shift in Camp Half-Blood’s infirmary, but he didn’t show up. Or, at least not until they shakily wandered in two hours late, eyes slightly glazed over as he stumbled towards the counter, giving up half way and slouching to the floor. He definitely didn’t look as though they should be upright, nevermind working. Gods, it seemed like he was the one who needed medical attention.
Come on man, you got this. Just gotta get through the next eight hours...
“Oh shit. I, uh, didn’t see you there.” he rubbed his eyes with one hand “You need anything? I’ll be right over–”
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