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FEBE ASDGHJKL THANKSSS SM AND ILY TOO I HOPE UR DAY IS GREAT!

☼ - first of all,, pretty af

i´d cast you as - (helga hufflepuff or) luna lovegood

i´d ship you with - ginny weasley

febe darling!! thank you so much love ✨✨ i hope you have a lovely day as well 🌻

ancestry: human | demigod | god | mythic creature | force of naturevices: pride | greed | lust | envy | gluttony | wrath | slothvirtues: prudence | justice | temperance | courage | faith | hope | charitystone: moonstoneplant: bunny ear cactuscharacter sketch: you are the captain of the seahorse, an adventurer’s vessel. you’re a retired assassin, and this is your ideal life, just drifting from shore to shore, enjoying the sea salt in the air and sunshine in your hair, the gentle rocking of the waves, and the caress of moonlight on your face, as you sail towards nowhere in particular. after all, you’ve spent so much time chasing after specific people that you deserve to just sit back and let your ship take you somewhere for a change. however, life’s not always peaceful at sea, lassie. if it were you wouldn’t be here - after all, what’s life without a little danger? armed with your trusty old short sword and dagger (from your assassinating days) and a newer harpoon (for your current captaining days), you’re ready to take on anything. from sea monsters who think that your ship looks tasty (yeah she’s a beaut but she ain’t going to be anyone’s fish food), to navies who want to capture you (fat chance, your ship is smaller and faster, and besides what’s a sailor to an ex-assassin), to pirates who want to loot your ship (haha joke’s on you, pirates, looks like you just got looted instead), you’re ready to show them that you’re not someone to be pushed over. if they’re gonna mess with you, they oughta be prepared to taste the sharp edge of a blade. when you’re on water, you’re floating at centre of the world and no one can get to you. although, conversely, on land, more shadows of the past will chase you, and their dark shapes can still be seen at shore … but you’ve faced them before, who’s to say that you won’t defeat them again?favours: calaquendi, poseidonmisfortune: black shucksong: punchin’ bag by cage the elephant

ily2 xx

second year:  full moons, half-hearted lies, pranks and hexes and youthful folly blossom into questions without answers, climax into a revelation. he prepares for the inevitable, feels his scars burn, lets the ashes of his secret spill from him in shame. but the blow never came. third year: usual shenanigans and stolen glances, warm bodies next to him now on his infirmary bed, soothing words recited into his hair like a mantra.  but now he finds himself with a bias on whose body is directly next to his, whose warmth he wants to feel, mantras he wants to etch into his being. he did not know whether the feeling, should elate or unnerve. 

fourth year: a wanted, constant presence.  a yearning. he feels it in his bones now, striking him with every laugh and smile and everything in between. it was somewhere around this time when he found himself falling in love.

fifth year:  he hides his secret with all his might, keeps it in the back of his mind, fights off the flush in his expression, the flutter in his chest. here, he is no longer alone during his runs,  finds himself happier than he’s been in years. he stays in this bubble, relishes the feeling. a year of maps and celebration and what should have been confession. instead he finds it tainted with betrayal.

sixth year:  a time of runaways and broken friendships. most importantly, a season of forgiveness. but the forgiveness, like broken friendships and unlike the path of runaways,  is quiet.  it starts with willingly returned glances, the brushing of pinkies and shoulders the occasional dialogue, and ends with  tears, an overwhelming feeling of relief, is sealed with a kiss. 

seventh year: laughter and love and friendship all around him, promise after promise unfolding. he prays to the gods, to anyone listening in the skies or the ground or the droplets of rain, that if they cannot give, cannot keep promises without tragedy and blood, of happiness and hope and love, at least sear this memory into him, let him wear these years, burn them into his mind, bind his and these people’s souls to one another’s for eternity. please, he thinks. please please please. take everything, promise nothing, at least let him have this.