Ok first of all, EVERYBODY BLAME @nifwrites for this, it’s all her fault and she knows it (jk ilu bb c:)
She wrote a breathtaking soulmate AU fic titled We Intertwined and I was inspired to say the least. This will be a multi-chapter (estimating 25-30 or so) Gladio soulmate AU, but if you think because it’s a soulmate fic there’s gonna be hella fluff, you’re dead wrong. Expect lots of hurt, angst, difficult situations and…there may be a death or two along the way. Either way, I hope you enjoy and are as excited as I am to take this little adventure.
deleting a post doesn't stop you from getting notes i don't think, but if you have xkit there's an extension so you can block notifications for specific posts. i did that for 2 of my audio posts that got really popular.
Oh thank you very much ;w; I appreciate the info. I’ll see if I can find the xkit for it. I didn’t mind at first, but it’s gotten to the point where my dash is nothing else but notifications of this reblog and I’m struggling to know what else is going on with my dudes on tumblr ;__; not to mention unhelpful add-ons, repeated comments, and now a ton of Russian spam bots reblogging it. Meaning I have to report a blog every few minutes and send links to tumblr etc etc.
I am sorry to my followers as a whole if it sounds like I’m complaining about nothing. But it really is a big problem for me and it’s making my tumblr actually really unpleasant to deal with.
HARU!!!!!!!!!!!!! Omg I didn't today's your birthday!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR FRIEND!!!!! I hope your day is as awesome as you are =D 🎈🍦🎂🎂🎂❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊🎁🎁🎈🎈🎈
Oh my gosh!!! C-JAY YOU SWEETIEPIE ♥ It is my the day of my birthday but technically it will be in….. exactly 39 minutes :’D around 1.30 am hahaha AHHHHHHHHHHHH///// THANK YOU OH MY GOSH ! !!
isolation had always worked best. acquaintances and friends were nice, sure, but it was in his nature to keep to himself as best he could. what looked to be a permanent scowl on his face and a height that surpassed the other boys in his grade, apparently there had always been the intimidation turn off. which had been fine with him —— a heart of gold, but the only one really aware of that being his little sister. until the rumors had started, followed up by disappearances, and the dreary atmosphere of the halls. it was hard to ignore everything then.
❝ hey, do you know why the art room is locked? ❞ footing had come to a halt next to the other; approaching someone certainly wasn’t what he planned for the day, but after arriving to class late due to the rain and an incident with the chain on his bike, the project he’d tried so hard to keep dry was useless if he couldn’t actually turn it in, it was necessary. there’s a deep frown then, the crease between eyebrows intensifying. his gaze leaves the other, settling upon a scuff in the polished hardwood. ❝ —— oh. probably has something to do with the disappearances. ❞
sweet anon just here to remind you that you're the best!! We all appreciate you so much and we love Merlin and how you write him. You're doing a super job and I hope you have a great day today!
^ me hugging u
oh my god this was such a nice thing to wake up. i went and got ready for the day and i’m off to work and i still have the biggest grin on my face. so thank you so so so much!!!!!! i hope you have a great day too <3
I just wanna say welcome to all my new followers and wow thank you so much to everyone who came to visit me and @hohnoni at Supanova Gold Coast over the weekend! Probably one of the best weekends of my life no joke and it was so amazing to make so many new friends, meet some old ones for the first time (lookin at u @mcfudgie) and get to talk about art and fandom and all the good stuff! Hopefully I’ll see you all at Brisnova in November. c; ILU GUYS
Percy/Annabeth, things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear
this fic is a part of the greater After verse b/c ilu jess. set in the six months between Tartarus and the time they finally admit it’s not working and break up
“Sometimes I…think I hate him.”
The words are quiet, but not as though they’re supposed to be. Not like a whisper, hurried and ashamed. More like they were supposed to be level, but the brutal act of speaking them aloud ripped the guts from them, leaving them weak and breathless.
Percy stills, pressing his forehead to the door of the Athena cabin. The smile he’d owned not two seconds before has been stolen, and he has to focus on the cool surface under his skin, the grain of the wood, the way his shuddering breath bounces back off it.
Four months, twenty eight days and an hour or two since they escaped Tartarus, and his efforts at control are flimsy at best. At worst, they just make everything worse, as his frustration at his inability to master his temper feeds into the anger itself, heightening it until his nearest surroundings are destroyed, and he and Annabeth are–
“You know I love you.” Piper’s voice is gentle, soothing. It helps, even as his heart is tearing itself to pieces all over again. “Which is why I have to say this. You and Percy, what’s between you right now - it isn’t healthy, Annabeth. For either of you.”
Her voice sounds as broken as they are.
“Yeah, I know you know. You say that you know every time, and then something sets one of you off and it’s just - it’s a mess. You’re a mess, and so is he.”
The ever-present darkness in Percy’s gut roils, thrashing up his throat. It takes everything in him to swallow it down, so much that even though he knows he should walk away now, he can’t. If he moves, it’s just as likely it’ll be to shove the door open.
“What, so you’re saying I should leave him?” The shattered edges of her voice turn sharp and ragged as her own anger rises, like it knows he’s outside and is trying to match him. “You think we’d be any better apart? You think that anyone else could possibly understand what happened to us?”
“No, of course–”
“Then stop treating me like a kid! I know what I’m doing, Piper, so you can quit sticking your nose in where it isn’t wanted, and it doesn’t belong.”
The footsteps are so sudden that Percy only has time to jerk his face out of the way before the door slams open, and then Annabeth is there. Green eyes meet grey, and awful possibility pulses in the air between them, just for a second.
And then he’s wrapping his arms around her as her fingers grasp his shirt with enough force to make the material creak. She buries her face in his shoulder and he presses his to her hair, breathing in the scent of her.
He wants to look up. Wants to tell Piper that she’s wrong, that they’re going to make it through this, that they’re helping each other.
But he can’t. It’s dark before they can let each other go.