𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍: 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂 𝖺𝗆

I'm kind of obsessed with looking at and making aesthetics, so I decided to make a book of them. I also like to do calligraphy and other types of art, so some of that will be here as well. I know people don't really do this on Wattpad, but oh well. All the aesthetics are my original work - and the artwork, for that matter - but the pictures are not. All the characters belong to Rick Riordan. Enjoy! The cover is mine.

It's the 4th of July, and the fireworks are tonight. Travis likes Katie, and Katie likes Travis, but they don't know that. What happens one Travis pulls one too many pranks on the Demeter Cabin? Will everything go right or horribly wrong? Oneshot. This one's short and sweet :) The cover is mine, (not the art!), and all characters belong to Rick Riordan (:

A cute fanfic about Clarisse and Chris. Chris can't sleep and neither can Clarisse, so they spend the night together. (Nothing inappropriate!) Lots of fluff. Takes place in-between PJO and HoO. The cover is mine, (not the art!), and all characters belong to Rick Riordan (:

PERCY - He's the new guy, a bit of a trouble maker, and all the ladies love him. He plays football so he can be friends with the jocks, but actually likes to swim. He can have his choice of the girls, but a certain blonde in his friend group catches his attention. Too bad she's taken. ANNABETH - She's the most popular girl in school, goes to all the late night parties - or at least she used to - and still manages to have straight A's. Boys would do anything to get her, but she's been with Luke since Freshman year. Luke does anything and everything he can to keep her, because she's his pretty face. Then she meets Percy, and for the first time in four years, she has some hope. The cover is mine, (not the art!), and all characters belong to Rick Riordan.

i should just put this on hold already- the mOst inconsistent updates you've ever seen extreme cringing + witnessing of awful writing ahead read at your own risk

i was feeling inspired to write some tratie, because there really isn't enough written about them. { started: may 2020 } { completed: january 2021 }

what colors symbolize to me

" 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 " why'd he leave, why'd he disappear ? " 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 " why was shattering so easy, " 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 " but putting the pieces back together was an impossible task ? " 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 "

" 𝑖'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒃𝒆𝒅. . . " - a collection of poems written by yours truly - " . . . 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 . "