#elf boy Leo

[kathaynesart]

ROTTMNT Fan Season 3 Update

A peek at some concept art for my Dungeons and Drama episode pitch! Will have to wait and see if it gets picked :)

[lafleshlumpeater]

Oh Leo,

This is exactly why you need a loving and caring partner who would drag you away from Bunker Nine and wrap you up in blankets and make sure you sleep for at least nine hours haha me

[lonelywolfinthemiddleofnowhere]

So I'm reading HOO again

And I decided to share some insights and observations that I gather as I read. First, let's begin with Book 1: The Lost Hero.

Here we meet the new trio. They are new characters, people we have never seen before.

First we have Jason POV: at this point, in chapter I, Jason is mostly confused, doesn't know where he is or where he came from, he doesn't know anyone and there are two kids stating they are his close friends.

My boy Jason is very stunned throughout the whole first chapter, and he kinds of just goes with the flow cause he doesn't really know what else to do.

Interesting observation #1: His description of the other new characters that will eventually become his actual friends, but atp are just strangers (for him)

He describes them very superficially, what gives the impression that Jason isn't much perceptive and doesn't have the inner will to look closer, so he just focus more on the surface stuff of his "so-called" friends.

His first thought about Piper is that she is "cute". Than, after when he really looks at her he thinks she is "seriously pretty", which is very cute and all but that's about it at first. He notices her eyes immediately.

Than we have Leo's description

He basically calls Leo an Latino Santa Claus Elf, with a very troubling kind of smile and very hyper.

Interesting observation #2: Leo reminds us of someone

Leo's description makes us remember another character that has a very troublemaker smirk and is hyper 👀

Leo and Percy are very different, but at the same time very similar. I really wish we got to see them more together, but alas, things happened. Anyway, we will talk about Leo and Percy more eventually, but I just thought it was funny how similar his first appearance is with Percy's first description of himself.

Interesting observation #3: The beginnings of the very messy Jason/Piper relationship

Jason/Piper are very messy throughout the whole series. They share very cute moments, but very awkward and tense moments too. And if you read all TOA books, you already know it doesn't end well for them, but here in HOO, specifically in TLH, they relationship are all over the place and they are emotionally unsettled with each other. Very angsty.

First we have THREE occasions where Jason physically withdraws from Piper.

1 - First Occasion: right after he wakes up:

2 - Second Occasion: when she is worried and tries to take his hand again:

3 - Third Occasion: when she asks his help to free her from Dylan and he kinda of ignores her to talk to Coach Hedge

In Jason's defense, I wouldn't want a stranger in my personal space all he time too. Especially an intimidatingly beautiful girl like Piper.

But for her, it just seems like her boyfriend avoiding physical contact, and that is never flattering, so Piper is quite worried and a bit hurt. And Jason can see he hurt her but he can't actually do anything about it, can he?

They are so messy u guuuuuys. She had inside jokes with illusion!Jason man

For her, he is behaving very differently from the Jason she knows and loves.

Which takes us to...

Interesting observation #4: Jason is not a delinquent.

I don't know how accurate Hera's Mist Version of Jason was to the real thing, but Jason is definitely not a delinquent. He isn't the kind of boy that frequents the Wilderness School. He gets amazed at the way the Coach shouts at the students, man! My boy is prim and proper, thank you very much.

Interesting observation #5: Jason seeks Leo more than he does Piper

At least in the first chapter. Leo is his promised partner for this first part of the book. They share cute lil friendship moments in the Grand Canyon excursion. He just has an easier time accepting that Leo is his best friend than the fact that Piper is his girlfriend and I find that very funny lol:

Another cute snipped of Jason & Leo's friendship:

Interesting observation #6: Jason has good instincts

Jason has moments in the very first chapter where he proves right off the bat that he has good instinct. For example, when his mind tries to remember the Gods after an afterthought about it:

PS: It happens to Percy too in the next book.

Than we have him feeling he is going to need his magical weapon very soon (spoiler: he does):

He is also shown to be a protector at heart, doesn't like bad kids and his gut tells him to protect Piper when the girls get mean to her:

Golden boy with a golden heart fr fr

And at last but not least

Interesting observation #6: Jason is Hera's "special package"

Throughout the series we will see Hera claim Jason as hers multiple times. The very first time it happens is indirectly, when she communicates to CHB about her "special package", which turns out to be Jason.

Hera & Jason have such a complex and intriguing relationship, we will dive deeper as I read the other chapters.

If you like my insights follow for more!

[silena-styles]

Heyyy, I joined Tumblr along with literally everyone else, so here I am, I guess. I'm the daughter of Aphrodite, in charge of the Pegasus stables at Camp Half-Blood, blah blah blah. Okay, you know the drill, right? I'm pan, use she/they pronouns, and my tags are #silena speaks and #beauregard blabbers

And here's everyone! (list will probably be updated frequently)

@percy-jackson-is-a-seaweed-brain / @that-dam-son-of-poseidon very awesome guy

@annabeth-in-your-chase she's smart and scary

@lukemessedup okay, maybe he was evil, but he has his charms, okay?

@amazing-war-god-ares the guy from that game + future father in law?

@explodes-cutely nerd

@the-better-stoll-brother very cool (bribery is not cool however)

@artemisandhunters the cooler twin ofc

@thatonebitheaterkid another kid of Apollo I think (why does this mfer have so many kids like are you collecting them like Pokémon or smth 😭)

@magnus-falafelking also dead (and annabeth's cousin)

@apollos-favorite-child the favorite

@miss-naomi-solace will's mom

@thesmallbadwolf lil bitch

@imhotterthanallofyou lil bitch Sr. (affectionate)

@zoe-can-see-the-stars-again the dam huntress constellation

@askoctavianhoo 1/8th god

@dionysus-god-of-all-things-wine nico is his favorite

@blitzen-imnot-that-short yes you are that short (+ gay for some elf guy)

@one-and-only-ariadne can we call you auntie ariadne 👉👈 this is a joke please do not stab me

@thomas-jefferson-jr the mfer who brought a rifle to doomsday while everyone else had traditional viking weaponry (you are so amazing for that tho)

@im-cool-and-your-not clarisse's sister?

@moththecabin7kid Apollo's kid idk

@everyone-is-a-punk her >>>>>>> she's also so pretty though wtf

@mallory-keen-to-kill clarisse, but dead and irish

@halfbornhalfdead um idk who is this guy again-

@stop-hammer-time supports gay rights

@god-of-powerpoint raven guy

@percys-blue-food-vendor better mom than Aphrodite (or any godly parent actually)

@nico-the-ghost-king / @nico-di-angelo-aaaaa GAY EMO BOI

@sunny-boy-solace / @will-solace-aaaaa very cool too

@the-argo-2-matchmaker PIPES

@grover-eats-cans the goat (literally and figuratively?)

@the-best-superman-on-olympus / @jason-graceeeeee blonde superman + stapler muncher

@best-dam-huntress badass

@the-queen-meg owns acne guy

@tyson-the-cyclops percy's lil bro

@why-did-i-get-acne acne guy (your haikus suck)

@im-aphrodite-dearies my mother is on here for some reason

@theonlycoachhedge why is this dude obsessed with bats

@silena-beauregard-official other me (insert spiderman meme here)

@hazel-is-confused HAZEL

@the-amazhang-teddybear FRANK

@team-leoo / @leo-valdez-graaa fire boi

OOC: my main blog is @siimplyapril and I use he/they :]

[alaskan-wallflower]

Do you prefer the Musical versions of the characters or the movie versions?

Oh boy-I have controversial takes

Ponyboy

For Ponyboy? I prefer his movie version if we’re talking about them looking like their respective ages but I do use Brody’s Ponyboy a lot more because in most of my content Ponyboy is aged up (because I like to make headcanons and comics for post book) so I do like Brody’s version of Pony as a more aged up version, say 17-18. I do prefer his hair in the musical since it fits the “brown almost red hair” thing better So both? Like I like movie Ponyboy because he looks 14 but Brody’s Ponyboy is just so lovable. I can see Pony looking like that aged up tbh. Also C Tommy Howell’s constant RBF in the movie goes hard 😭

Sodapop

It’s touch to say honestly. I like them both? I enjoy Jason’s portrayal of Soda and I don’t recall much of Rob Lowe. The only thing I do wish is that they made his hair more blonde so it would stay more true to the book but that’s just me being nit picky in the end. I do prefer the outfit Rob wore, flannels just seem very Sodapip esque to me. The only thing I wish was different was the portrayal of Sofa in the musical since he seems to be too much of a womanizer honestly and while Soda is flirty I feel like there are other aspects of his personality they could’ve played up. That being did I do prefer Jason!

Darry

It honestly took me a while to warm up to Brent. Patrick Swayze is literally Darry. I prefer Brent’s voice more but Patrick just looks more Darry. That’s not to say I don’t like Brent as Darry-I love him as Darry! It just took me a little bit to warm up to him. I think I like him more as a prson though if that makes sense-Patrick looks the part more. Also I have some choice words about Darry’s portrayal in the musical; while he was more well rounded emotionally and didn’t feel like a robot, I can’t get over how mean they made him in the musical. Especially the line about Dallas “giving up” because he killed his elf. I get where he’s coming from but like…y’know?

Johnny

Movie Johnny has a special place in my heart. Younger me had the biggest and fattest crush on him I won’t even lie. He also just…looks more Johnny? Smaller and younger looking. Also just his voice sounded more Johnny than Sky-I do love Sky though! Live laugh love Sky, but I just prefer the way Ralph played Johnny. Sky’s voice is lovely though and I love how he portrays Johnny as more strong if that makes sense? Like Johnny is still strong and resilient, he’s just quiet and more jumpy than normal. And I kinda like that the musical made somewhat of an emphasis on this.

Dallas

Musical 100%. I’ve kinda always liked the headcanon of Dally being black and the gang being interracial. And Josh just looks and sounds SO much like Dally. I like that they made him more well rounded too-they gave him a more sympathetic side and emphasized some of his better qualities and while he still is a little shit, he’s just…not just there to be a tough hoodlum y’know? I also really love his relationship with Johnny and Pony, the whole little brother thing definitely feels really good. I’ve seen people be mad that the gang isn’t all white but like…I think that’s stupid. I prefer musical Dally tbh

Two Bit

Also musical. Daryl Tofa my beloved <333 He reminds me of Leo Valdez from the Percy Jackson books and I love it. I love his outfit. I love his tattoos. I love his laid back energy and his relationship with Soda in the musical. I wish he had more stage time tho-like I wish they gave him his own little bit of time because I seriously loved Teo Bit being a POC. I can’t tell what his ethnicity is (Hawaiian? Caribbean? Can someone help me out 😭) but whatever he is I love two bit thing like that

Steve

Honestly I dunno-Steve is such a minor character in the book, movie and musical that it’s hard for me to say. I’m gonna say both because Tom Cruise is just so doofy in the movie and musical Steve is barely in it enough for me to make a judgement. I didn’t even know it was Steve when I first saw the show tbh, I just thought it was a character they added like Ace.

Cherry

Musical. She seemed a lot more…well rounded in a way? I like that they made her stronger and able to stand up for herself. I don’t remember much on the movie but I LOVE Cherry in the musical and I would so hang out with her-also Emma Pittman I love you Emma Pittman

[somewhereincairparavel]

Angsty Jason prompt: dealing with Leo's death. And then the hurricane of emotions when Jason realized he wouldn't see his best friend again before he sacrificed himself for piper/apollo.

Author's note: I'm so sorry this took so long @obsessingoverl omg I was in a writer's block! But I hope you enjoy anyways, thanks for requesting :)

Every single fucking thing reminded Jason of him.

The fire crackling in Campfires.

The screwdrivers laying around on the table.

The Nintendo switch at the big house.

Even the food at camp half blood feasts.

Everything simply narrowed down to Leo Valdez.

Was this how it felt like to go insane? If that's the case, then Jason Grace had already crossed that path. He was beyond insane. His nightmares were plagued with images of the explosion that killed Leo Valdez. The booming noise, the burst of spreading flames that must've set Leo ablaze. Gods. Jason didn't want to think about it. But he realized that Leo died, the same way his mother had died too. Engulfed in flames.

So when Jason found out that he was going to die as well, in a few minutes in battle, he was hit with a wave of gut-wrenching emotions.

He was always hopeful that Leo was out there somewhere, screaming “I'm the bad boy supreme” grinning with his typical latino elf demeanor. He had always held on to the hope that Leo would come back riding on Festus, yelling “I GOT Y'ALL GOOD DIDN'T I?? Did ya miss me Superman??” That's just Leo on a normal day, and Jason would've curled up into a ball, cringing at his antics, albeit fondly. But right now? Jason would've killed for Leo to do that again.

He would've killed to be pranked by Leo again

He would've killed to play Mario party six on Nintendo switch in the big house with Leo again.

He would've killed to taste Leo's food again.

He would've killed to see Leo make random things out of metal as gifts, for Jason again.

He would've killed to listen to Leo's corny jokes again.

Recalling all of these things, Jason was hit with the realization that he would die, never getting to see Leo Valdez again.

But Jason had another thread of hope to hang on to, it was thin, but it was still there. If Leo was indeed dead, that means he's probably in Elysium, right? And if Jason dies too, then he'd also go to Elysium.. Jason would see Leo again after all, right?

Wrong.

After Jason Grace's death, He was judged in the fields of asphodel, and was sentenced to go to Elysium, Jason's soul was vibrating with excitement. Once he reached the golden paradise of Elysium, his soul floated around, yelling for Leo's name. He saw so many hero's spirits floating around in the Paradise, but where was Leo? For the love of Jupiter. Where. Was. Leo. Valdez?

Jason Grace realized, with a pang, looking at all these other drifting souls, that if his curly haired friend was not amongst them causing a ruckus, it could only mean one thing.

That Leo Valdez was alive after all. Jason had simply not lived to see him.

[stuairi675]

Entry 3: 19/10/24 - God I Hate Elves

God, I fucking hate elves.

Sorry. I know that’s a hell of a thing to come out the gates with, but Jesus have they ever earned my eternal disdain, the eternal aspect being pertinent in particular. Due to the famous immortality of elves, they’ll be able to fully appreciate all its intricate nuances.

And, of course, when I say elves, what I am really saying in whispered subtext is Legolas. 

Sorry Gimli. Whilst I have a great reverence and love for you, your dumbass princeling boyfriend deserves a slandering - made no less worthy of it by him then going out with someone so much younger (perhaps he should be called LEO-las). 

I mean he arrested the guy’s Dad and then proceeded to mock his own future boyfriend’s baby pics (bet that made for an interesting couples therapy session on their honeymoon revisiting Fangorn Forest [treebeard was definitely the therapist, making for a slow session]).

All I’m saying is it looks a bit sus. In my book, Legolas belongs in the same camp as Padme and either one of the two boyfriend options in Twilight, maybe more the werewolf one because of that uncomfortable imprinting business.

It’s just the modern consensus. Every time I show somebody new the Lord of the Rings, without fail Legolas is their favourite character (me and my Mum were arguing about this the entire time) and like… I get it. He does cool shit and he looks beautiful (at least among hobbits and humans - though he’s edged out by Aragorn, [phew Daddy!], and is nothing compared to the sexual powerhouse that is Gimli, son of Gloin). 

But he’s as talkative and actually charismatic as a wet rice cake, I’m certain of this. And I’m certain that the writers of those movies knew this too, because they give all the general chatter scenes to Gimli, the better and more inspirational character. I can’t help but think to that one scene in the second film where Aragorn and Legolas reunite after Aragorn has a “little tumble off the cliff” and instead of having a deep and meaningful conversation illustrative of the full capacity of their intricate and powerful friendship, they cut to a longshot and mute the guys, presumably because the writers attempted to think of a conversation sustained by the loquacious wit of our favourite socially maladjusted wood elf before coming to the realisation that one could never exist. 

Being trapped in a lift with Legolas sounds like it’d be worse than hell.

And yeah, he goes through an arc (allegedly) but so does Gimli – the exact same one - and Gimli has the boon of actually also having a personality, so there.

It’s funny, because otherwise I don’t actually mind the elves in Lord of the Rings. In the Hobbit they’re antagonists (book continuity – always the book continuity with the Hobbit), and in Lord of the Rings they’re far removed from the central plot and act more like other worldly beings bestowing gifts and boons Athena style onto our mortal protagonists. They’re like mini-Gandalfs, who incidentally does cool stuff as well like Legolas but I’m more inclined to favour him because he has occasions where he gets his ass beat and has to regenerate Doctor Who style, and he’s just a sweet old man type dude that visits his little friends, throws cool ass parties, smokes weed and fells balrogs. He just has a more developed and wholesome vibe.

So, elves in middle-earth are implemented quite well in my opinion, but outside of that I just generally hate them and people’s obsession with them. A predominantly Aryan race, extremely self-possessed and arrogant, without hesitation or exception believing themselves to be naturally superior to every other filthier, uglier and lesser species. Gees, what’s not to like? But it’s made up for by the fact that they know how to do their hair.

Now, boys and girls, given the history (and to be honest present) of our own world, what tends to happen when you have a meeting between two groups, one of which believes them to be (and, depending on the narrative, actually is) superior to the other? That’s right. A bad thing, mostly for the group that can’t live to a billion and do backflips from the age of three.

I just don’t like people extolling mindless beauty and idolising an idealised fantasy creature that would a hundred percent bully those people in real life if they existed. Best case scenario is they’re the vegans of fantasy land, worse case is they’re the Nazis.  At least vampires just eat you, not try and give you unwanted life advice. 

And they gave us goths, to which I say: phew Mummy!

Tangent over:

Ruairi

[civilotterneer]

Idk if this has been done before but...

If Echo characters had dnd classes what would you think they'd be?

I had! It was a reblog and was very type-casted.

Also note: I play Pathfinder currently which has a few more classes than 5th edition DND. I've included some equivalents.

Chase: Investigator. High passive perception but dumped charisma. Can see lots of things but is also too dumb to put it all together until it's too late. Alt: Witch with Sam as his patron and he casts hexes and madness-inducing enchantment magic. DND equivalent: Inquisitor rogue or archfey warlock.

Flynn: Swashbuckler. He would want to be the swarmy fighter who insults you, stabs you, then trips you, in that order. Optional: archetype into Gunslinger since he stays strapped. DND equivalent: Swashbuckler rogue or battlemaster fighter.

TJ: Cleric. This one's easy. Only difference is he's definitely got a high Dex and plays a race with extra movement speed so he's the fastest cleric around. Also plays passively, so he prob focuses on healing and buff spells since he wouldn't like hurting things.

Leo: Champion. Focuses on all the 'protect my friends' abilities, but actually mainly uses them on Chase's character. Optional: archetype into Gunslinger since he stays strapped. DND equivalent: ancients paladin with stuff like the shield blocking fighting style to reduce damage to an ally.

Carl: Ranger. It's s stretch, but ranger is the most superhero-like (a la tolkiens elf rangers) but also don't take up the spotlight. Also if any classes smoke weed, it'd be ranger or druid. Honorable mention: if he plays any caster and focuses on clouds and air magic. Alt: kineticist specialized in air abilities for flying and clouds. Honorable DND mention: spore druid.

Jenna: Rogue. A surprisingly outspoken and well moralled one. I know the least about her so this one's just a guess.

Other peeps:

Kudzu: monk with rogue archetype. Sneaky boi who can fight sounds about right. Definitely is the character who has to deal with the rest of the party's shenanigans.

Clint: Oracle. Cursed with forbidden knowledge trying to use it to save the future. Makes him look crazy but he's actually on to something. DND equivalent: cleric or warlock, both are roleplayed as their magic being a powerful curse.

[thewidowsghost]

Seeing the Beauty (Jackson!Reader x Piper McLean) - Chapter 1

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Jason wakes in the backseat of a school bus, not sure where he is, sitting beside a girl he doesn’t know. He shakes her head slightly, rubbing his eyes, trying to think.

A few dozen kids sprawl in the seats in front of him, listening to iPods, talking, or sleeping. They all look around his age . . . fifteen? Sixteen? Okay, that’s scary, he thinks, closing his eyes. I don’t know my own age.

The bus rumbles along a bumpy road and Jason’s eyes open again, he looks over at the girl he’s holding hands with. The girl was cute, but he doesn’t know who she is or what he’s doing there. Outside, desert rolls by under a bright blue sky. Jason is pretty sure that he doesn’t live in the desert. He tries to think back . . . the last thing he remembers . . .

The girl squeezes his hand. “Jason, you okay?”

She is wearing faded jeans, hiking boots, and a fleece snowboarding jacket. Her chocolate brown hair is cut choppy and uneven, with thin strands braided down the sides. She wears no makeup like she is trying not to draw attention to herself, but it doesn’t work. She is seriously pretty. Her eyes seem to change color like a kaleidoscope - brown, blue, and green.

Jason lets go of her hand. “Um, I don’t -”

In the front of the bus, a teacher shouts, “All right, cupcakes, listen up!” The guy is obviously a coach. His baseball cap is pulled low over his hair, so the students can just see his beady eyes. He has a wispy goatee and a sour face, as if he’d just eaten something moldy. His buff arms and chest push against a bright orange polo shirt; his nylon workout pants and Nikes are spotless white. A whistle hangs from his neck, and a megaphone is clipped to his belt. He would’ve looked pretty scary if he hadn’t been five feet zero. When he stands up in the aisle, one of the students calls, “Stand up, Coach Hedge!”

“I heard that!” the coach scans the bus for the offender. Then his eyes fix on Jason, and then the girl sitting right in front of him.

A jolt goes down Jason’s spine. He is sure that the coach knows he shouldn’t be there. He was going to call Jason out, demanding to know what he's doing on the bus - and Jason would have no clue what to say.

But Coach Hedge looks away and clears his throat. “We’ll arrive in five minutes! Stay with your partner. Don’t lose your worksheet. And if any of you precious little cupcakes causes any trouble on this trip, I will personally send you back to campus the hard way.” He picks up a baseball bat and makes like he is hitting a homerun.

Jason looks at the girl next to him. “Can he talk to us like that?”

She shrugs. “Always does. This is the Wilderness School. ‘Where the kids are the animals’.” She says it like it is a joke they’d shared before.

“This is some kind of mistake,” Jason says. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

The girl in the seat in front of him turns to meet his gaze. Jason starts slightly at the girl’s features, sea-green eyes, close cropped (H/c) hair, and scars littering her face.

“Same,” she meets Jason’s gaze with the same unsteady look he figured was gleaming in his own eyes.

The boy beside the green eyed girl turns and laughs. “Yeah, right, Jason. We’ve all been framed! I didn’t run away six times. Piper didn’t steal a BMW. (Y/n) didn’t flood four school bathrooms.”

The (H/c) haired girl’s, (Y/n), Jason supposes, eyes widen significantly.

Piper blushes. “I didn’t steal that car, Leo!”

“Oh, I forgot, Piper. What was your story? You talked the dealer into lending it to you?” he raises his eyes at Jason like, Can you believe her?

Leo looks like a Latino Santa’s elf, with curly black hair, pointy ears, a cheerful, babyish face, and a mischievous smile that told people right away that this guy shouldn’t be trusted with matches or sharp objects. His long, nimble fingers wouldn’t stop moving - drumming on the seat, sweeping his hair behind his ears, fiddling with the buttons of his army fatigue jacket. Either Leo is naturally hyper or he is hopped up on enough sugar and caffeine to give a heart attack to a water buffalo.

“Anyway,” Leo tells Jason, “I hope you’ve got your worksheet, ’cause I used mine for spit wads days ago. Why are you looking at me like that? Somebody draw on my face again?”

“I don’t know you,” Jason says, meeting a wary (Y/n)’s eye.

Leo gives him a crocodile grin. “Sure. I’m not your best friend. I’m his evil clone.”

“Leo Valdez!” Coach Hedge yells from the front. “Problem back there?”

Leo winks at Jason. “Watch this.” He turns to the front. “Sorry, Coach! I was having trouble hearing you. Could you use your megaphone, please?”

Coach Hedge grunts like he is pleased to have an excuse. He unclips the megaphone from his belt and continues giving directions, but his voice comes out like Darth Vader’s. The kids crack up. The coach tries again, but this time the megaphone blares: “The cow says moo!” The kids howl, and the coach slams down the megaphone. “Valdez!”

Piper stifles a laugh. “My god, Leo. How did you do that?”

Leo slips a tiny Phillips head screwdriver from his sleeve. “I’m a special boy.”

“Guys, seriously,” (Y/n)’s eyebrows are furrowed with confusion. “What am I doing here? Where are we going?”

Piper knits her eyebrows as Jason nods. “Are you two kidding?”

“No! I have -”

“No! I have no idea -”

“Aw, yeah, he’s joking,” Leo says. “He’s trying to get me back for that shaving cream on the Jell-O thing, aren’t you?”

Jason stares at him blankly. “No, I think he’s serious.”

Piper tries to take his hand again, but he pulls it away. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t - I can’t -”

“That’s it!” Coach Hedge yells from the front. “The back row has just volunteered to clean up after lunch!”

The rest of the kids cheer.

“There’s a shocker,” Leo mutters. But Piper kept her eyes between (Y/n) and Jason, like she can’t decide whether to be hurt or worried. “Did you hit your head or something? You really don’t know who we are?”

Jason shrugged helplessly. “It’s worse than that. I don’t know who I am.”

(Y/n) lets out a grunt of agreement.

. . .

The bus drops the students off in front of a big red stucco complex like a museum, just sitting in the middle of nowhere.

Maybe that’s what it is, Jason thinks, the National Museum of Nowhere.

A cold wind blows across the desert.

(Y/n) hadn’t paid much attention to what she is wearing, but she’s glad for how warm it is: black jeans and sneakers, a tattered orange t-shirt, and a black bomber jacket.

“So, a crash course for the amnesiacs,” Leo says, in a helpful tone that makes Jason think this is not going to be helpful. “We go to the ‘Wilderness School’”- Leo makes air quotes with his fingers. “Which means we’re ‘bad kids.’ Your family, or the court, or whoever, decided you were too much trouble, so they shipped you off to this lovely prison - sorry, ‘boarding school’ - in Armpit, Nevada, where you learn valuable nature skills like running ten miles a day through the cacti and weaving daisies into hats! And for a special treat we go on ‘educational’ field trips with Coach Hedge, who keeps order with a baseball bat. Is it all coming back to you now?”

“No.” Jason glances apprehensively at the other kids: maybe twenty guys, about a dozen girls. None of them look like hardened criminals, but he wonders what they’d all done to get sentenced to a school for delinquents, and he wonders why he belongs with them.

Leo rolls his eyes. “You’re really gonna play this out, huh?” he questions. “Okay, so the three of us started here this semester.” He looks over at (Y/n). “You’ve been here forever, you were like, twelve, when you arrived.”

(Y/n) blinks confusedly. That doesn’t feel right, she thinks.

“We’re totally tight,” Leo continues. “You do everything I say and give me your dessert and do my chores -”

“Leo!” Piper snaps, seeing the devastatingly confused look on (Y/n)’s face.

“Fine. Ignore that last part. But we are friends. Well, Piper’s a little more than Jason’s friend, the last few weeks -”

“Leo, stop it!” Piper and Jason’s face goes red. Jason thinks that he’d remember that he’d been going out with a girl like Piper. “They’ve got amnesia or something,” Piper goes on. “We’ve got to tell somebody.”

Leo scoffs. “Who, Coach Hedge? He’d try to fix them by whacking them upside the heads.”

The coach is at the front of the group, barking orders and blowing his whistle to keep the kids in line’ but every so often, he’d look at both Jason and (Y/n) and scowl.

“Leo, Jason and (Y/n) need help,” Piper insists. “They’ve got concussions or -”

“Yo, Piper,” One of the other guys drop back to join them as the group is heading into the museum. The new guy wedges himself between Jason and Piper and knocks Leo down. “Don’t talk to these bottom-feeders. You’re my partner, remember?”

The new guy has dark hair cut Superman style, a deep tan, and teeth so white they should’ve come with a warning label: Do not stare directly at teeth. Permanent blindness may occur. He is wearing a Dallas Cowboys jersey, Western jeans and boots, and he smiles like he was God’s gift to juvenile delinquent girls everywhere. Jason hates him instantly.

“Go away, Dylan,” Piper grumbles. “I didn't ask to work with you.”

“Ah, that’s no way to be. This is your lucky day!” Dylan hooks his arm through hers and drags her through the museum entrance. Piper shoots one last look over her shoulder like, 911.

A girl wearing jeans and a pink top and enough makeup for a Halloween party stalks over to (Y/n).

“Come on, cutie,” the girl places a hand on (Y/n)’s bicep. “You’re my partner.” The girl, Isabel, pulls (Y/n) by the arm.

. . .

The students walk through the building, stopping here and there for Coach Hedge to lecture them with his megaphone, which alternatively makes him sound like a Sith Lord or blares out random comments like, “The pig says oink.”

Leo keeps pulling out nuts, bolts, and pipe cleaners from the pockets of his army jacket and putting them together, like he has to keep his hands busy at all times.

Jason is too distracted to pay much attention to the exhibits, but they are about the Grand Canyon and the Hualapai tribe, which own the museum.

Some girls keep looking over at Piper and Dylan and snickering, one of which happened to be (Y/n)’s partner, Isabel. All the girls were wearing matching jeans and pink tops; Jason presumes that they are the popular clique.

One of them says, “Hey, Piper, does your tribe run this place? Do you get in free if you do a rain dance?”

The other girls laugh; even Piper’s partner Dylan suppresses a smile. (Y/n)’s jaw tightens angrily.

Piper’s snowboarding jacket sleeves hid her hands, but (Y/n) gets the feeling that the brunette is clenching her fists. “My dad’s Cherokee,” Piper says. “Not Hualapai. ‘Course, you’d need a few brain cells to know the difference, Isabel.”

Isabel widens her eyes in mock surprise, turning to (Y/n) and grasping her bicep again. “You wouldn’t let her talk to me like that, would you, hun?” Isabel squeezes the muscle a few times, smirking to herself.

(Y/n) raises an eyebrow, ripping her arm from Isabel’s grasp. “I think Piper can talk to you however she likes.”

The group shuffles on, but the girls keep calling out little comments to Piper.

“Good to be back on the rez?” one of them asks in a sweet voice.

“Dad’s probably too drunk to work,” another says with fake sympathy. “That’s why she turned klepto.”

Piper ignores them, but (Y/n) is ready to punch them herself. She may not remember Piper, or even who she is, but (Y/n) knows she hates mean kids.

. . .

They reach the far end of the exhibit hall, where some big glass doors lead out to a terrace.

“All right, cupcakes,” Coach Hedge announces. “You are about to see the Grand Canyon. Try not to break it. The skywalk can hold the weight of seventy jump jets, so you featherweights should be safe out there. If possible, try to avoid pushing each other over the edge, as that would cause me extra paperwork.”

The coach opens the doors and all the students step outside. The Grand Canyon spreads before them, live and in person. Extending over the edge is a horseshoe-shaped walkway made of glass, so they could see right through it.

Jason has to agree. Despite his amnesia, and his feeling that he doesn’t belong here, he can’t help being impressed.

The canyon is bigger and wider than anyone could appreciate from a picture. The students are so high up that birds circle below their feet. Five hundred feet below, a river snakes along the canyon floor. Banks of storm clouds had moved overhead while they’d been inside, casting shadows like angry faces across the cliffs. As far as Jason can see in any direction, red and gray ravines cut through the desert like some crazy god had taken a knife to it.

Jason gets a piercing pain behind his eyes. Crazy gods . . .Where had he come up with that idea? He feels like he’d gotten close to something important - something he should know about. He also gets the unmistakable feeling that he is in danger.

“You all right?” Leo questions. “You’re not going to throw up over the side, are you? ’Cause I should’ve brought my camera.”

Jason grabs the railing. He is shivering and sweaty, but it has nothing to do with heights. He blinks, and the pain behind his eyes subsides. “I’m fine,” he manages. “Just a headache.”

Thunder rumbles overhead; a cold wind almost knocks Jason sideways.

“This can’t be safe.” Leo squints at the clouds. “Storm’s right over us, but it’s clear all the way around. Weird, huh?”

“All right, cupcakes!” Coach Hedge yells. He frowns at the storm like it bothers him too. “We may have to cut this short, so get to work! Remember, complete sentences!”

The storm rumbles and (Y/n)’s head begins to hurt. Not knowing why she does it, she reaches into the pocket of her jeans and pulls out a ballpoint pen. The cap is blue, and τσουνάμι is engraved on the side in blue writing. (Y/n) doesn’t even take a minute to translate the Greek - Tsunami.

(Y/n)’s gaze follows Jason as he walks across the skywalk. (Y/n) shoves the pen back into her pocket and shoves the worksheet at Isabel, before jogging over to Coach Hedge and Jason, who’d just arrived next to the coach.

“Did you do this?” the coach asks them.

Jason takes a step back. “Do what?”

(Y/n) thinks it sounds as though the coach thought that they had created the thunderstorm.

Coach Hedge glares at them, his beady little eyes glinting under the brim of his cap. “Don’t you two play games with me. What are you two doing here, and why are you messing up my job?”

(Y/n) and Jason exchange glances. “You mean . . . you don’t know us?” Jason asks. “We’re not your students?”

Hedge snorts. “Never seen either of you before today?”

(Y/n) is so relieved she almost wants to cry. At least she isn’t going insane - she wasn’t supposed to be here. “Look, sir. I don’t know how we got here. We both woke up on the bus. All I know is I’m not supposed to be here.”

Jason grunts in agreement.

“Got that right,” Hedge’s gruff voice drops to a murmur, like she is sharing a secret. “One ‘uh you two’ve got a powerful way with the Mist, if you can make all these people think they know you two; but you can’t fool me. I’ve been smelling monster for days now. I knew we had an infiltrator, neither of you smell like a monster. You smell like half-bloods. So - who are you, and where’d you two come from?”

Most of what the coach says doesn’t make sense, but (Y/n) decides to answer honestly. “I don’t know who I am. I don’t have any memories. Y-you’ve got to help me.”

Coach Hedge studies (Y/n)’s face as if he’s trying to read her thoughts; then he studies Jason.

“Great,” Hedge mutters. “You’re being truthful.”

“Of course we are!” Jason replies. “And what was all that about monsters and half-bloods? Are those code words, or something?”

Hedge narrows his eyes. Part of Jason wonders if the guy is just nuts, but the other part knows better.

“Look,” Hedge says, “I don’t know who you are. I just know what you are, and it means trouble. Now I have to protect four of you rather than two. Are you the special package? Is that it?”

“What’re you talking about?” Jason and (Y/n) ask in unison.

Hedge looks over the storm. The clouds are getting thicker and darker, hovering right over the skywalk.

“This morning,” Hedge says, “I got a message from camp. They said an extraction team is on the way. They’re coming to pick up a special package, but they wouldn’t give me details. I thought to myself, Fine. The two I’m watching are pretty powerful, older than most. I know they’re being stalked. I can smell a monster in the group. I figure that’s why the camp is suddenly frantic to pick them up. But then you two pop up out of nowhere. So, are you two the special package?”

The pain behind (Y/n)’s eyes gets worse than ever. Half-bloods. Camp. Monsters. She doesn’t know what Hedge is talking about, but the words give her a massive brain freeze - like her mind is trying to access information that should’ve been there, but isn’t.

(Y/n) stumbles, and Coach Hedge catches her. For a short guy, the coach has hands like steel, (Y/n) thinks. “Whoa, there, cupcake. You say you got no memories, huh? Fine. I’ll just have to watch you guys, too, until the team gets here. We’ll let the director figure things out.”

“What director?” Jason asks. “What camp?”

“Just sit tight. Reinforcements should be here soon. Hopefully nothing happens before -”

Lightning crackles overhead. The wind picks up with a vengeance. Worksheets fly into the Grand Canyon, and the entire bridge shutters. Kids scream, stumbling and grabbing the rails.

“I had to stay something,” Hedge grumbles. He bellows into his megaphone, “Everyone inside! The cow says moo! Off the skywalk!”

“I thought you said this thing was stable!” Jason shouts over the wind.

“Under normal circumstances,” Hedge agrees, “which these aren’t. Come on.”

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Traitorous - Prologue/Chapter 1

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Swearing,

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Odessa Volkova had always been a hot mess. Emphasis on hot. 

It was hereditary. A curse passed down through her family's genetic code, resulting in one train wreck after another. Her grandmother drank herself to death after losing all her money to a gambling addiction. Her father had a psychotic break and burned their house down. And Odessa fought in a war against the gods because a blonde guy convinced her she was worth something.

The war ended in a massacre, hundreds of friends and allies cut down before her very eyes. Odessa was one of the few left to pick up the pieces afterwards, to glue herself back together and force her way forward. She’d gone back to the mortal world, running from monsters and Romans alike. Then after one particularly disastrous run-in with the law, Odessa was shipped off to a school full of mentally unstable delinquents, a place she unfortunately fit right into.

It had all led her to today. The war, the fallout, getting sent to reform school, the fates had designed it for this moment, sitting on a cracked leather seat on a crowded school bus, staring into the eyes of the boy who'd once meant the world to her. The boy who’d walked away without a second thought.

Jason. Fucking. Grace.

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Jason Grace was here. Jason Grace was here. Even in the warped reflection of the window, she recognized him easily, ‘sleeping’ in the once-empty seat behind her. A mix of anger and apprehension spread through Odessa’s body like a wildfire, screaming at her to run away/fight him/grab him and demand to know why he'd come back to bother her after all this time.

It had been months since the Battle of Mount Orthys. Odessa had kept her head down, staying out of trouble. Jason shouldn’t have been able to find her, much less make it this close. She fought the urge to reach for the dagger tucked into the inner pocket of her jacket, her fingers itching to curl around the handle of a weapon. Jason wouldn't be here without a plan, and Odessa knew better than to start swinging without understanding her situation first.

Jason was sitting next to Piper McLean, a freakishly pretty girl and one of the only people Odessa tolerated at this school. From the way Piper was looking at Jason—and how she wasn’t freaking out about a stranger suddenly appearing beside her—it was obvious she was under the influence of the mist. Odessa’s eyes narrowed at Jason’s reflection, manipulating the mist was a feat few demigods could master, she wondered what else Jason had learned since the last time they’d seen each other. 

Her eyes closed for a moment as she sank deeper into her seat, an irritated exhale leaving Odessa’s lips. She was having a hard enough time trying to blend in in the mortal world, Odessa didn't need Jason coming in and ruining everything she'd built. Leo Valdez—the impish, hyperactive, Santa’s elf she was sitting next to—glanced up from the mess of pipe cleaners and rubber bands he was fiddling with to raise an eyebrow curiously at her. Odessa waved him off, rubbing her temples in an attempt to soothe the growing pounding in her head.

She glanced back at Jason’s reflection, only to find him wide awake… and staring directly at her. Odessa quickly averted her gaze, desperately trying to come up with a plan to get out of this situation.

Her train of thought was interrupted by Coach Hedge yelling something unintelligible at the front of the bus. The Coach was a mountain of a man—or he would have been, if he wasn't the same height as a fifth grader. Hedge liked to compensate for his height by being extraordinarily loud, both in the way he dressed and spoke. His neon orange polo shirt made him look like a traffic cone, and despite sitting at the back of the bus, when he started talking it felt as though he was yelling in her ear.

As the Coach lectured them about not causing trouble at the canyon, Odessa noticed Hedge’s beady eyes narrow slightly as they flicked to Jason. She sat up straighter in her seat, fighting the urge to glance behind her. Nobody else had reacted so far in response to Jason Grace's sudden appearance on their field trip. But if the Coach wasn't affected by the Mist—plus he didn't look happy to see Jason—that meant Odessa had a potential ally if Jason tried to drag her back to camp for judgement.

“All right Cupcakes!” Coach Hedge announced, tearing his eyes away from Jason. “We'll be at the canyon in five minutes. Stay with your partner, and don't be stupid or else.”

That last part seemed directed at the back of the bus, and from the way Hedge's grip tightened on his baseball bat, Odessa had a feeling Hedge might try and ‘take care’ of Jason himself.

“Can he talk to us that way?” Jason worriedly whispered to Piper, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He sounded anxious, as if he wasn't fully capable of blasting the Coach to ash if he wanted to.

Odessa turned around to face Jason, resting an arm on the back of her seat. She wanted a better look at him, to try and figure out what was going on. “Of course, he can,” she told him, deciding to play along with Jason's façade to try and figure out what his intentions were. “We go to the Wilderness School. ‘Where the kids are the animals.’”

She said it with a wicked gleam in her eyes but paired it with a joking smile. Looking at Jason now, Odessa almost couldn't believe this was the same guy who toppled the Black Throne last August. He was too tense, his eyes darting around like he didn't know where he was, his fists clenching and unclenching over and over again.

“This is some kind of mistake,” Jason told them, his eyes darting between Piper and Odessa, practically begging them to believe him. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

That threw Odessa off. Jason Grace was a lot of things and a good liar wasn't one of them. It was obvious that he was telling the truth—or at least what he believed to be the truth—which made Odessa's life a hell of a lot harder.

Leo—never one to be left out of a conversation—turned around to grin impishly at Jason. “Of course, Jason. We’ve all been framed! I didn’t run away six times. Piper didn’t steal a BMW. Odessa didn't—” he glanced over at her, “what did you do again?”

Odessa, who had no intention of telling anyone that story, simply answered “drugs.” just as Piper protested, “I didn't steal that car Leo!”

Leo scoffed, “oh, I forgot, Piper. What was your story? You ‘talked’ the dealer into lending it to you?”

The two continued arguing, and Odessa tuned them out, turning back to scrutinise Jason.

“You really remember nothing?” She asked, wondering if now that Piper and Leo were distracted, she'd catch a glimpse of the real Jason in those strikingly blue eyes of his. Odessa was hoping it was all a ploy to get her to drop her guard, that any second now Jason would drop the façade and threaten/beg/try to convince her to come back to Camp. Not that she could even if she wanted to, Reyna would have her hung, drawn and quartered the second Odessa stepped foot on Roman soil.

But Jason seemed dead set on playing the amnesia route. “Nothing,” he promised, his eyes staring pleadingly into hers, sincerity written all over his face. Odessa's heart dropped, Jason was being truthful, and that meant something worse was going on, something that already managed to pull one over on one of the strongest demigods she'd ever met.

Odessa opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Leo, whose argument with Piper had gotten steadily louder.

“I’m just saying, I doubt a guy just gave you the keys to a brand new BM—”

“Leo Valdez!” Piper and Leo both shut up as Coach Hedge yelled from the front, “is there a problem back there?”

He was gripping his baseball bat like he really, really wanted there to be a problem.

Leo glanced slyly over at Odessa, “watch this!” He winked at her before turning to the front. “Sorry, Coach! I was having trouble hearing you. Could you use your megaphone, please?”

The glee in the Coach’s eyes as Leo mentioned the megaphone sent a shiver down Odessa's spine. Hedge unclipped the megaphone from his belt and continued to give directions, except his voice came out sounding like Darth Vader's. Odessa held back a snicker, then burst out into full laughter when Coach tried again and a loud “Moo!” sounded from the megaphone.

“Valdez!” Hedge yelled, slamming the megaphone against a seat to try and fix it.

Leo grinned at Odessa, winking playfully at her. Odessa stifled another laugh, enjoying the sight of Coach Hedge yelling at the megaphone while trying to fix it. “How'd you do that?” She asked, momentarily forgetting about the Jason problem as her attention shifted to Leo.

“I'm a special boy,” Leo answered, leaning in a little bit closer to her.

“Guys!” Jason interrupted, his eyes darting between Odessa and Leo. For a split second, there was something in his eyes as Jason looked at Odessa—not recognition, but close enough that it made her freeze for a moment. As Odessa and Leo both turned to look at Jason, he hesitated for a moment before speaking, as if he didn't actually have something to say and was now scrambling for words. “W-what am I doing here? Where are we going?”

Piper furrowed her brows, staring at Jason with confusion written all over her face. “Jason, are you joking?”

Odessa bit her lip, staying silent. As far as she knew, Piper and Leo were mortals, and it would take too long to explain the whole Mist-warping-memories thing. She'd wait until this field trip was over, then corner Jason and figure out what was going on. Hopefully it was simple enough that Odessa could solve the problem discreetly. She didn't want to drag anyone else into demigod business.

“Of course he’s joking,” Leo insisted, giving Jason a look Odessa couldn't quite read. “Jason’s just trying to get me back for the whole shaving cream on the Jell-O incident, right?” Leo raised an eyebrow at Jason, letting out a laugh that seemed a little forced, “at least the Jell-o thing was funny. Amnesia’s a little far, Jay.”

Jason just stared helplessly at Leo, confusion etched across his face. The sight made Odessa uncomfortable, seeing Jason like this dragged up emotions she'd longed since buried, and she had to fight the urge to reach out and comfort him.

“Leo… I think he's serious.” Piper reached for Jason's hand, concern flickering in her eyes. “Did you hit your head or something? You really don't know who we are?”

Jason pulled his hand away from Piper's, his eyes desperately scanning the three of them. “I don't…” he admitted, taking a shaky breath before continuing, “I don't even know who I am.”

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Welcome to the beginning of my new Heroes of Olympus fanfic Traitorous. New chapters will be posted once a week (unless I'm feeling productive and writing more lol). If you like it so far lmk, I'm trying to work on my writing skills so any advice/constructive criticism is appreciated! <3 Mack

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Leo

I NEED TO POST MORE LEO CONTENT I POSTED SMTH ABT LEO FOUR DAYS AGO AND IT'S GOT THIRTY NOTES NBXHEBCJHBRC

Look at those cute lil elfie ears... im crying from adorableness.... HE'S TOO CUTE

*not my artwork btw, I'm sure you can see it says viria from tumblr... I don't think that they're active, so idk if they have anything abt ppl using their art... if they do someone lmk

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Leo's turn!

I'm messing with my water color set and some world building for a fantasy/solarpunk(ish) setting. I'll ramble on below.

I wanted to show a little love to the 2012 boys because I grew a soft spot for them recently. Their canon fits in my fantasy setting too.

I mentioned in another post that I'm calling this setting "Reaper World." It is a deeply magical world. Everyone can do magic. It’s not a question. If you can't do magic, you're either dead or undead.

The undead are the main enemy. Ghouls are standard zombies. Their bites are not infectious. Ghouls are made of corrupted magic and dead matter so they're not always human bodies, but they are human shaped. They follow or proceed the arrival of a Ghast, a huge monster that taints ambient magic and makes the land unlivable if left unchecked.

That's where the Reapers come in. They're not the only magic users, but they're the most common. They're monster hunter specifically trained to take down hordes and giant beasts without spending a lot of magic on spells.

For my "play test," Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie, and April become a Reaper team. Master Splinter is their teacher.

Leo and his brothers are actually part "elf" for lack of better term. I'm working on some magical lineages based around the Celestial Beasts. I'm still trying to decide on a look though! ��

I'm torn between the brothers representing the 4 more popular beasts (Azure Dragon, Black Tortoise, Vermillion Bird, and White Tiger) or if all of them should be part of the Black Tortoise lineage.

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Obrumbratio Scintillae

Chapter 1:

Nico hated his life. He wished he was never born. He didn't know where he was going but he didn't care. Everyone he loved was gone. Why even be born if everything is going to be taken away from you? If you have no one? It happened days ago and it was Christmas now. He watched people come and go with bags of decorations and treats and cards and gifts. It made him tear up thinking about celebrating with his mom and sister. But he held himself back and continued walking. His legs were tired after who knows how long and he sat behind a dumpster in an alleyway where there weren't as many people.

Where he could properly cry without anyone hearing. He needed his family. He got mad at one point and kicked the dumpster. And froze when he heard a "hey".

Then the top opened, and he got scared, pulling out his sword. Some other kid came out from inside, curly hair that was poorly cut, pointy ears like an elf, dark brown eyes that looked like they could start a fire, and skinny and smelly. He looked almost 9. Nico remembered the sword and put it away as quickly as he could.

"Are you a hallucination too?" The boy asked, and Nico raised a brow in confusion.

"What?"

"The sword. Disppearing out of nowhere. I was just seeing that wasn't I?" Nico silently cursed but thought about his question.

"Um... No. It was real." Nico said, and the kid hopped out of the trashcan and started walking to him. Nico backed away.

"What are you doing?" He asked, backing into the wall, and he placed a hand on his before retreating it back in shock.

"Jesus fuck you're freezing!" He yelled and Nico noticed how he was fine. He wore no actual jacket, just a hoodie and some jean shorts.

"Says you." He said and the kid looked down then shrugged.

"Touchè."

"Whatever. I don't have time for this." Nico said and started to walk away. The other looked hurt.

"Wait!" He yelled, following him. "You sure you don't want to stay with me? We don't know each other, but you're a runaway, right? Like me? We can get to know each other. If you're okay with it." Nico wasn't sure. He seemed like a nice enough kid. Sure, he's always tapping or playing with his hair as if he had a constant need to move, and he smelled like garbage, but Nico has smelled worse. Besides, he wasn't any different with the moving part. Not always for him but a lot. Besides, the kid was small. An easy target. Nico couldn't just leave him alone. He sighed.

"Alright. What's your name?" He asked and he smiled wide, reaching out a hand, obviously holding in his excitement.

"Leo! Leo Valdez." He said and Nico took his hand.

"Nico Di Angelo. Nice to meet you." Leo squealed and hopped on the balls of his feet before hugging him. Nico rolled his eyes but hugged back, both of them hiding tears.

They spent the rest of the day with Leo giving Nico some tips about the streets. About finding street money to save up, how to trick people, how to just go along with gangs by being the jester until there's a chance to escape to avoid being beat to a pulp by them.

They stole from stores during the day, running like mad men if they got caught even though it wasn't much. Except that one time when Nico filled his jacket pockets. That was a good day. They spent nights holding each other for warmth as they told things about themselves before falling asleep.

But they got colder every day. Leo noticed Nico holding back shivering sometimes. Nico shared his jacket sometimes, but Leo hated it because he knew Nico needed it a hell of a lot more. Today was so bad they had to look for shelter but couldn't find anywhere they weren't kicked out of. It was getting worse. Nico shook so bad his breathing was shortened, and he could barely walk.

Leo was scared shitless. He was cold but this was just three weeks later. Leo was desperate. He found enough sticks and started a fire. Luckily, Nico was completely out of it, so he didn't notice at all. But the fire didn't last long because of how small the sticks were. Leo pulled him into his lap for warmth as he shook, not knowing what else to do.

Fuck it. He thought and felt the tingling in his hand. He needed to save his best friend. He needed Nico. The fire prickled his fingers and he felt tears in his eyes as the memories flooded. Then he looked at Nico.

The only exception. He thought and lit it completely. Nico nuzzled his head in his shoulder. There was no telling how scared Leo was. What if it wasn't enough? What if it was and Nico leaves him behind? It started to be the first one. Leo felt tears in his eyes lighting his other hand on fire. Nico shivered and struggled to breathe, and Leo sobbed.

"Don't leave. Don't leave me, please don't leave." He begged quietly. "*Por favor, no te vayas, te necesito. No puedo hacer esto sin ti, por favor. (*Please don't leave, I need you. I can't do this without you, please.)" He cried. He didn't notice the man approaching.

Not until he touched his shoulder. Leo flinched and put the fire out in a panic before he realized and started it again, making the man flinch back. He wanted to say something to him but his mind was racing so much, he just cried harder in fear. Nico was dying, he was cold and hungry, and someone came and saw it. They saw him. What if they attacked him? Took Nico from him?

"Hey hey hey it's okay. It's okay. I don't want to hurt you. I just want to help you and your friend." He said, crouching to his level. Leo shook his head. Too much was happening. He wanted to trust him, but he knew nothing about this guy. He learned not to trust strangers two years ago, at 9.

"You're hysterical right now. I get it. Your friend is hurt and I'm a stranger."

"H-how will I know... you won't... call the..."

"I've been missing for a while. Look it up. Luke Castellan." Leo calmed himself down and looked at Nico. He didn't know what else to do. Nico was dying and someone was offering help. He reluctantly agreed, and Luke smiled. He pulled out a yellow square and gave it to him.

"It's called ambrosia. It'll help keep him alive until we get there." Luke said, and Leo made Nico eat it. When he swallowed, his breathing slowed down a bit, and he opened his eyes a little. Leo laughed in relief and hugged him before letting Luke take Nico in his arms. He tried standing, but his legs were weak. Luke held out an arm, and Leo rolled his eyes but let him carry him anyway, across from the shivering boy. Leo grabbed his hand to comfort both of them.

"It's okay. He'll help us." He reassured when Nico looked at him, hoping he was right. He didn't pay attention to where they were going, just made sure to keep Nico alive. And he was getting tired. He tried forcing himself to stay awake, but he was so tired. So... tired.

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The Perfect Finale Ch27

All those who lived in Wonderworld could only look at the ruins of the theater with uncertainty. Without the theater, they had no way to get back to Wonderworld. They didn't know how long they would last in the real world, nor IF they would even last in the real world, given that they didn't belong there.

A Itsy Bitsy Elf that sat in Yuri's pocket gave a worried gasp "W-What do we do now?..." she asked. A Pumpkin Puncher was comforting a sobbing Air Cat "How will we get back?" A Water Blaster asked. The questions began to come out of the questions as the Negati and Tims gave worried chirps and squeaks. Even the Negabosses shrank down at their current situation. "W-Where are the maestros?" A Frost Fairy asked.

Shiro and Kuro hopped out of the crowd, and found Balan and Lance unconscious, but they soon gave their own confused squeaks and chirps "What's wrong you two?" Leo asked, slowly walking over to the unconscious maestros. Shiro began hopping on top of Balan, as the unconscious maestro began to slowly wake up "Balan! Are you OK? You look like you've been put through the ringer!" Leo asked. "Yes Leo my boy...I'm alright..." Balan said.

This caused everyone to give a loud gasp as Leo slowly backed away "You...You didn't rhyme!" He gasped. "I feel...weak..." Lance said, struggling to get up. Kuro gave a shocked squeak as he no longer saw the tentacles that came from Lance's back. "Lance...Where are you tentacles?" Rebecca asked. That's when both maestros finally lifted off the ground, and everyone gave a gasp.

Balan and Lance were now HUMAN.

"U-Um...Balan? Did Yin do anything to you before throwing you out of the theater?" Iben asked. "I...I don't know. But I can't sense Wonderworld anymore..." the top hatted human said. "Well, whatever he, it caused you to become less...maestro-y" Lora said. "What do you mean?" Lance asked. The humans didn't say anything, other than everyone pointing to a small puddle of water. The maestros-turned humans took one look in it, before giving...less than manly shouts

"WHAT HAPPENED TO US?!" Balan shouts, grasping his now black and color streaked hair. "You both became human maestros..." a dusk butterfly said. "But how?" Trisha Jane asked, not knowing how this could have happened. "Yin. He did this..." The negative Maestro deduced. "Nothing that a little magic can't fix!" Balan said, his smile returning to his face as he snapped his fingers.

A few moments passed before Balan snapped them again...and again...before he began snapping over and over again. "This usually works. Why isn't it working?" He asked. Nobody spoke up, but everyone gave a shaky point to the pile of rubble that once was the Balan Theater. The maestros could feel their hearts stop. "NO! NO! NOT THE THEATER!!" Balan shouts. "It ended up destroyed when we escaped..." Yuri said.

A dusk butterfly slowly walked to the human maestros "What do we do?" She asked...and for once. Balan and Lance were at a loss. Without their powers, and the theater destroyed, they had no way to get into Wonderworld, let alone keep Yin from destroying it.

"I...I don't know my dear...I just don't know..."

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Aria belongs to @shadowqueen402

Lora Jade belongs to @alex-frostwalker

[princessconsuela120]

So while writing the next two chapters I’ve realized there’s a lot of extra info I haven’t added so I’m gonna make this a second info page for Juno, broken down into sections!

Basics:

- Juno Marsh is the daughter of Sharon and Randy Marsh, and twin sister of Stanley Marsh, younger sister of Shelley Marsh. She is the youngest in the family.

- She lives in South Park Colorado next door to the Broflovski’s

- She had mid length raven black hair, and deep blue eyes.

- She owns a dog named Sparky.

- She is friends with her brothers friends, though her closest friend is Kenny McCormick.

- She is a junior at South Park High.

Friends:

Kenny McCormick - lead guitarist in the band Crimson Dawn. Best friends with Juno Marsh since preschool. Was turned mortal in 5th grade after a mission to defeat his curse set out by him and Juno, where they broke him of his curse. Big pothead, but not to the point where it’s a problem. Dumb on the outside, but is actually really smart. Works a job to provide mostly for his little sister. Karen adores Juno. Kevin McCormick and Shelly Marsh have been dating for 3 years, and were set up by Kenny and Juno.

Stan Marsh - lead singer in the band Crimson Dawn. Still best friends with Kyle. Short tempered, but actually very sensitive. Hates his family lovingly. Has depression, takes anti-depressants. Has an alcohol problem, though he’s trying very hard to fix it. Refuses to take off his hat, Juno had to get him to wash his hair more. Not as greasy as it was when they were kids, but not the best.

Kyle Broflovski - Has been in love with Juno Marsh since the 4th grade. He fell first she fell harder. The smartest in the class. Is on the varsity basketball team, number 19 (Juno’s bday). Still wears his hat all the time, hates his hair but has warmed up to it more. Hates anything to do with alcohol or drugs. Designated driver always. Helps his brother with homework. Babysits Ike with Juno frequently. An awkward teenage boy, though a lot of girls have crushes on him (including Juno).

Eric Cartman - Still an asshole. Is trying his best. Has chilled down a lot since 4th grade. Was put on medication and sent to therapy after being diagnosed with Bipolar II disorder, with the help of Juno. Almost flunked out of high school, Juno tutored him which led to discovering his mental illness. Is surprisingly a lot better after starting medication. He pretends not to tolerate anyone but actually has a soft spot for his friends. Is slowly working his way up to being forgiven, even by Kyle. Forgets to take his meds and can be insufferable when Liane doesn’t remind him.

Butters - still the sweetest boy alive. Was diagnosed with autism, with Juno’s help. Brought both Juno and Kenny to Hawaii, they’re his favorite people. Juno is the only one allowed to call him Leo. He’s softened up a lot after discovering that he isn’t crazy his mind is just a little different. Owns a cat named Oatmeal, she’s basically his service cat.

Craig Tucker - Cousins with the Marsh family (Laura is Randy’s sister). Very close with Juno, has a fake rivalry with Stan. Smoking buddies with Juno and Kenny.

Tweek Tweak - works for tweak bros with his family. Juno and Craig convinced him to form a new recipe for coffee, and has slowly derailed him from his meth addiction. He still has raging anxiety but is getting healthier. Tweek and Craig have been together since 4th grade.

Wendy Testaburger - Has been dating Stan off and on since 4th grade. Good friends with Juno Marsh, even if her and Stan are on a break.

Stick of truth:

Story will come later!

Juno is known as Princess Juno of the Nine Realms, Princess Juno for short. She is “married” to the elf prince Kyle, which United their kingdoms and made them king and queen.

Fractured But Whole:

Story will come later!

Juno is known as The Gemini.

Her abilities are cloning, power replication (can temporarily take the powers of an individual), yin and Yang ( damages all enemies but strengthens all teammates), and water manipulation. She had started her own super hero team against Coon and Friends titled Supers of Terrific Dare (STDs) with members; The Gemini (Juno), Mysterion (Kenny), Call Girl (Wendy), SheWolf (Annie), FashionMonger (Bebe), Barbaria (Red),

Nightshade (Nichole), Henrietta, Michael, Pete, Super Craig, Wonder Tweek. (Yes she gained girl and goth alliance, making her the strongest group)

More of the girls superhero’s I came up with come later in a character chart!

[bluesuedeclogs]

5 songs I've been listening to lately tagged by the lovely @lightpossession

1. Leave Me Alone by Kari Faux

2. ALL UP IN YOUR MIND by Beyonce

3. I Lied by Lord Huron ft Alison Ponthier

4. City Boys by Burna Boy

5. Don Who Leo by Monaleo

tags incoming in...3...2...1

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