#4vr and always

[cabin10diaries]

you know how caleo shouldve ended? not together

first of all, where is the romance. they have all the banter and none of the cutes (except in the like, what, one/two scenes calypso tells someone not to attack leo in toa? i barely even remember)

theyre more like. siblings honestly

leo x jason and echo x calypso shouldve obv been canon 😞 (/j thats not the poijt here but i do love both ships)

they have totally different things they want in life

calypso wants to finally live it. she's spent so long on that gods forsaken island isolated, and she now finally has a chance to actually do shit !!! be a contributing member of society !! figure out who she is, what she wants, what to do with the rest of her life !!!

leo is finally done running. he's found his home: the waystation, chb, piper, not-dead-jason. he deserves to rest after everything he's been put through, and so he will; live life comfortably, finally stay in one place, have a stable family with unconditional love he so needs !!!

literally midnight rain by tswift

calypso deserves to go out and live her life, leo deserves to sit back and enjoy his

which is why they should go their seperate ways and at most be friends !!! (or siblings depending on waystation hcs <3)

[medranochav]

the way I love Beyoncé so much always and 4vr

[maddiethebull]

Lucifer (Obey Me!) - Prompt #7 - “May I have this dance?”

This is a repost, I deleted the other one, have fun reading!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VR-6AS0-l4 here’s some music to listen to while reading this :) Its what i listened to while writing it.

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The Devildom New Years Ball. It was the event of the year, besides Lord Diavolo’s birthday ball, this was the most famous event they had to offer. It would be an extravagant sight to see; there would be hundreds of demons dressed to the nines, there would be elegant decor, there would be live classical musicians, everything was to make it the most amazing affair possible. You didn’t know whether you should be excited or terrified. You’ve never been to a ball, let alone a ball run and attended by demons! Needless to say, you were nervous. It did help slightly that this year’s theme was Masquerade. You wouldn’t have to worry about being instantly recognized as one of the only two humans there. It was to start at 7:00 p.m. that night and it was currently noon as you and the brothers sat down to have lunch. It was all pleasant until Lucifer leaned towards you,

“By the way, MC, I need to have a talk with you about your recent grades.”

That’s when the immediate fear set in. While you knew he wouldn’t do anything to harm you physically, whenever he had a ‘talk’ with you it always felt like a punch to the gut. After you all finished your meal, you crept your way into his office. He handed you a midterm test with a big red D (lmao i need to stop writing like this) in the corner. Oh no. You looked it over and handed it back to him, you didn’t want to see it for another second.

Lucifer spoke with an emotionless face,

“MC, you don’t apply yourself. You’re smart and you know you’re smart, but just being smart can’t take you all the way. Your grade in Ancient Texts class has dropped significantly and I can’t see any reason why it should have done so other than you lollygagging about with my brothers. I appreciate that you’re good friends with them, but manage your time. If you fail this class, think of how it would make me look? I’m in charge of helping you through your studies and if you failed it would not only make you look incompetent, but me as well.”

Sheepishly you replied, “that class is just really hard, okay? I studied for the midterm a lot but I got a D on it and I didn’t know it would drop my grade by so much.”

He looked up from your near failure of a midterm with cold eyes, “Then expect it next time. You can leave now.”

You damn near ran out of his office to go straight to your room, being yelled at by Lucifer always made you feel horrible and it didn’t help that you had such a fondness of him. Meanwhile Lucifer sat leaned back in his chair, he didn’t like being harsh on you, he didn’t like being harsh on anyone he loved, and with you, it was different than simply loving you as a sibling. He decided to apologize for his harsh words and went to make the two of you some tea as a peace offering but was stopped when he heard your voice.

“UUUGH, BEEL MOVE!”

While lost in your thoughts as you rushed to your room, you slammed into Beel in the kitchen. He looked up at you with his puppy dog face. Shit, you just yelled at him, at this sweet giant who cared so much for you and would even let you have food off of his plate if you asked nicely! ‘MC what’s wrong with you today’, you thought.  

“O-okay, I’ll move. Sorry MC.”

“Wait, Beel I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell it’s just that Lucifer was giving me a “polite talk” about my grades.”

“Oh,” His expression changed to one of pity, “in that case, I’m still sorry, but for you now.”

“Yeah, thanks, I just- I- ugh, you know, he said we’d have a talk about it but it was really him just talking to me and being as cold as the arctic… God, what a hard-ass.” Your feelings were flowing right out of your mouth as Beel stood listening and munching on some bread. Midway through your rant, Asmo walked in,

“Hey, MC! It’s already almost 2:00 so let’s get ready alreadyyyyy.”

You walked off with Asmo, feeling much better from talking to Beel – well, ranting to Beel. Pretty much all he did was eat bread and nod. You and Asmo got ready and to calm yourself fully, you took a hot bath with rose petals. After got out, Asmo helped pick out a dress to wear, it was a beautiful deep emerald colored silk gown with a mock turtleneck and a large diamond shaped cut-out on the back. It hugged your body perfectly and made you feel much better seeing yourself like this. Hmph, I’ll make Lucifer regret being mean to me when I show up looking like a damn movie-star, you thought as you finished off your look with bright red lipstick. Then, what Beel had said while you were letting off steam came to your mind.

~ “I almost did the same thing, but when I asked for help, he didn’t have a second thought and guided me through it, you know. And, MC, I know you’re mad and all and he’s a harsh person and… all, but I know that he cares a lot. He cares about all of us.” ~

You sighed, ‘I know he does.’

After you finished getting dressed, you helped Mammon and Levi put their ties on and told Levi that no, he could not wear a Goku mask to the ball, helped Satan choose which tuxedo coat he should wear, and practically forced Belphie and Beel into theirs. Lucifer had already left for Diavlo’s castle to help finish preparing. You grabbed your black mask, embellished with emeralds surrounding the eyes in a playful pattern, some lace, and a couple black feathers above the left eye and headed for the ball.

Once you got there, your nightmare scenario played out. You were swarmed with demons because, it turns out, they did notice you were a human.

“Why are you lookin’ so uncomfortable?” asked Mammon.

“Because I couldn’t be Goku…”

“Shuddup Levi! I was talkin’ to MC.”

You replied, “I thought that since it was a masquerade the demons wouldn’t be able to tell that I was human and I wouldn’t have to deal with the endless questions about the human world and the endless flirting from the succubi and incubi.”

“MC, they can SMELL you.”

Your face scrunched, “Mammon, ew! You didn’t have to say it like that!”

“Yeah,” said Levi, “you’re making us sound like some creepy ass shinigami lolololol.”

You three laughed loudly enough to catch Lucifer’s attention from across the ballroom. He hadn’t gotten the chance to go over and speak to you since he was making bland conversation with another high ranked demon, but when he saw how you looked, oh gosh… He didn’t have the strength to take his eyes off of you. The way you laughed so brilliantly, the light sparkling on you through the crystals of the chandelier, that cut-out on the back of your dress which exposed nearly your entire back. All he saw in this crowded room was you. The romantic music playing only heightened his desire to stride right over to you and sweep you off your feet, and that’s just what he set out to do,

“Excuse me,” he said to the demon he was speaking with and walked off in your direction. Just as he did that, the music began to speed up to a more jovial tune and those on the dance floor moved with it. He spent a good five minutes navigating through the sea of waltzing demonfolk and when he reached the other side, you were nowhere to be seen.

You stood in the garden looking at the Devildom night sky. You looked at the stars, they seemed to shine brighter down here. Thoughts ran around in your head, thoughts of home, thoughts of here, each of the brothers appeared in your mind. You loved them. When the word family came up, you thought about them, except for one, Lucifer. ‘Lucifer,’ you thought, ‘I wish I could know what you’re really like.’ The faint smell of lilac swirled from the blossoming flowers laid out by the gazebo to envelop you in its sweet scent. Your hair, done up in an elegant low bun with perfectly curled pieces dropping on the side of your face, was brushed by the wind. Walking out to the garden to get some air and clear his mind of you, Lucifer exited the ballroom and saw you standing there. Unknowingly his whole expression softened. He came up to you,

“Good evening, MC. I see that I’m not the only one in need of the solace this quiet garden provides.” You were torn from your thoughts,

“Hey Lucifer,” you said, mustering up a faint and fading smile.

His eyes trailed to your lips, “Mind if I join you?”

“I don’t mind.”

With the lack of conversation, the melody of leaves swaying in the wind filled your ears. Lucifer stood beside you, resting his elbows on the white marble balusters. He had to think of a way to break the icy barrier of his words earlier that day.

He cleared his throat,

“You know, Diavlo is a very professional demon, he’s smart and well organised, so nothing could have prepared me for hearing him shout “I love balls” when we were planning this event.

You burst into laughter, “wow, I didn’t peg you as the type to tell such raunchy jokes.”

With an impish smile he said, “I may be a “hard-ass” and “as cold as the arctic”, but I hold a jocose side occasionally,” He kept his eyes lightly focused on the lilac surrounding you two.

“Oh, you heard that then… I’m sorry Lucifer, I was angry and I shouldn’t have said those things, I mean, you just want me to try harder and-”

“No need to be sorry I’m well aware that they hold a certain amount of truth.” His smile faded. He looked up at you then back to the flowers, “though I would like it if, every once in a while, that I could be seen as my other qualities.”

You had no idea how to reply. You wanted to tell him that you did, but did you? Only a couple of hours ago you were insulting him. His red eyes, burning with emotion, shot up to yours, seeming to whisper to you, ‘please, don’t let the way I feel be a mistake.’

“Hm, sometimes I say too much, don’t I?”

You chuckled, “that we can agree on.”

Now he was laughing, you wished you could never stop seeing that.

“I want to say something else, or rather, ask something else. Do you suppose i should?”

You mirrored his impish smile from earlier, “Sure, why not?”

He stepped back, the Avatar of Pride bowed before you, hand held out, solemnly looking into your eyes and asking,

“May I have this dance?”

You felt the blush rise to your cheeks like a rose blooming in the spring.

“I can’t very well say no to that offer can I?”

He laughed, “of course not.”

You gladly grabbed his hand and he pulled you in. To the faint piano melody coming from the castle you began to dance inside the white marble gazebo. You moved together, swayed together, breathed together. It was romantic, it was extravagant, it was beautiful. The gentle breeze brushing against your cheeks, flowing its way to sway in his dark black hair. You could hardly believe this was happening, but you never wanted this dream-like dance to end. As far as either of you knew, the dance lasted for hours under the night sky with the moon and stars that seemingly cheered you on. You were together until everyone had gone home from the ball, but neither of you could care less. This moment was to be immortalized in your memories forever.

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Well, this is long as fuck sorry lmao

[piprocrastinator]

The Rhythm of Me Beats Tor You

MewGulf - Mew introspective Look

Length: 1083

Mew had always wanted a love that was like the Clair de Lune; soft, delicate, and flowing continuously like it would never end. Love that felt like the everflowing river basking in the moonlight of their love. There were enough bouts of changing chords that kept the song interesting but still, it continued. On and on.

The first time he heard it, he knew. That was the kind of love he wanted.

He spent hours learning it and even to this day he's sure he can play it from memory. the lilting upbeat notes that followed the tempo his heart once knew.

He would have never guessed that he would get something closer to Chopins etude op. 25 no. 5, staccato, tension-filled, climbing, and climbing with the ease of uncertainty heavy under his belt. The discrepancy in the tension-filled notes creating the off-putting feeling in his gut. The worried, guilt, anxious, depression rolling over him like thick waves. Crushing him. Suffocating him. Everything he’d done, everything he had wanted, worked for, strives for, lived, and breathed for, crushed like quickly trilling notes before the crushing decrescendo in nothing.

He can still hear his mother's words, the ones she said after he'd cried and whiney, complaining about his song change. How his love had cracked the piano keys of his heart.

"The melody you hear might be muddled and off-key, strange and jarring. dissonance in the air. But remember that's how life it, constant tension and release until the bittersweet life has taken and given all it can. This moment may be a cacophony of sounds but the next can be the most melody sound you'll ever hear. And you might miss it trying to savor a note that's long gone."

Even now as he stares at Gulf willing them to become the Clair de lune -though he knows that their melodies will never become that one, he still hangs on to the fermata- he can hear the eerie notes of his next failure in the form of Chopin Fantasie Impromptu and his heart quicks at the thought of hearing something else instead of his beloved Clair de lune.

He worries that he might be the only one interested in what they... have? Whatever it is. He feels his heart is searching for a melody that he isn’t strong enough to grasp. Or that he ventures might not exist. Maybe he's singing just slightly higher than those around him like the whale that sings at 52 hertz constantly alone unable to connect. The loneliest whale.

Does that make him the loneliest Mew? Sometimes he feels like. Sometimes even as the diminuendo rolls the waves of sadness through his being, He thinks his frequency might be off as well.

He wants to tune himself to match Gulfs. To harmonize together in something effervescent and melodic.

Gulf stands in his grasp, slightly stiff and waiting.

“I’m just not used to this attention, to this touch.” He had said many times when Mew asked if he was ok with his touch. “But I don’t mind it.”

It wasn’t comforting that he ‘ didn’t mind it ’. It just was. was something that hung on Mew's heart ringing like a deep bass.

Mew pushed through as he played his role, much like each note in the page connecting together in an arrangement of something worth listening to. He could play the part of ‘partner’ on screen. Sometimes slipping into the off-screen as his heart pleads to get in time with the metronome of Gulf heart.

He learned very quickly that he could get lost in those deep caramel eyes, swirling galaxy of everything and yet nothing at all.

The emptiness sounded great against the cacophony of misstep notes in his head. He knew Gulf held deep to the rhythm, steady and strong. unwavering unlike Mew who's notes twisted and changed.

But then out of nowhere or maybe he just had been so distracted by his own sheet music he never noticed the change in Gulf; they connected.

Gulf smile would face him, loud and clear. Sparkling with reassurance, confidence, and something that Mew wants to say is affection. He created the dolcissimo notes with his lips. Sweet against his as they spoke softly not answer the question at hand but answer the silence Mew had within his heart after pushing away all the noise.

Tiny ears turned red, cheeks a blush, warm skin just under his touch, enclosing him like a blanket that he never wanted to unwrap from.

The worry he had that Gulf didn’t feel the same disappeared at the small touch to his arm or his leg - Gulf silent acknowledgment that he’s there. The harmony he played by simplicity. The way he wants more touch but doesn’t know how to ask and Mew can feel his every word, though none of them spoken.

The way Gulf stands open and turned slightly towards him, waiting. Waiting for Mew arms around him.

The way Gulf asks to join him whenever he goes - through most of the time he can’t.

The way Gulf eyes get teary and soft when Mew gets emotional and he speaks in delicate tones to soothe his phi.

The way the notes fluttering around him until waiting for Mew to be ready so that they can become a whole piece.

Mew had been worried that Gulf didn’t feel the same because he had been looking in all the wrong places. Looking at it the wrong way. Searching for a melody that they would never, could never be.

He had been looking for Clair du lune when all along they were Nuvole Bianche.  White cloud .

A piece so simple yet elegant. A piece that washes over you with tranquility, calmness, and lets you feel like your floating.

A piece that is Gulf incarnate. Something that has trickles of Mew sprinkled in with the delicate notes trilling softly together in something that could only be described as harmony allowing for the ebb and flow of their relationship through the cords until the climax when instead of burning out or ending, it begins again.

Mew thinks he likes this better. This airy light tone fits the lilting of his heart. Fits the way Gulf smiles at him. The way Gulf kisses him. The way Gulf talks. Needs. Feels.

The Gulf makes him feel.

He had unknowingly been searching for a song that was perfect for him but what he really needed was a song that was perfect for them.

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Terms used that you might not know (Glossary)

Decrescendo - decreasing in loudness

Dolcissimo - Used as a direction in music, meaning “sweetly, softly, with tender emotion”

Fermata - A symbol that allows a note or rest to be held for as long as desired

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This came about because I've been listening to too much classical music. I don't know very much about musical terms, I'm sorry if I used them wrong, I did try to research to make sure they were right but just in case, sorry.

Song mentioned in this piece (in order)

Debussy - Clair de Lune https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XkgyOZxIw0k

Chopin - Etude Op. 25 No. 5 (Wrong Note) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7C2it9cCsY&list=PLFv3ZQw-ZPxju8P84jZ0pQ_zb8GR6eFh6&index=10

Chopin - Fantaisie-Impromptu (Op. 66) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gus4dnQuiGk

Ludovico Einaudi - Nuvole Bianche https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VR-6AS0-l4

Nuvole Bianche is one of my favorite peices.

[mayonnaiseandbread]

#MEGAMAN #latergram!!!!! ■ if ya havent been payin close attention I am officially @channelthesun • honored is an understatement

[goldenangels2000-blog]

I love my pets, you’ll learn to accept the inenvitable and lay at my side, 4vr & vr.

You have run wild for far too long, sniffing where your little nose don’t belong.

It’s time to rest your weary heart

where it belongs

place your head on my lap 

while I brush your tears away

Those other owners of your beautiful heart

have mistreated it so carelessly

come rest your feet

You have been chasing love

that never appreciated you

I will never leave you

Do you really believe it is fate

that brought you here

so cute and adorable

come lay next to me

I will stand guard over your heart

I am with you 

you will never be alone again

you are my treasure

you are my love

forever and always

Kisses

[kingshixtape]

Why do you love Hobi so much? (Dumb question but... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

GWJWBWJW I COULD GO ON ABT THS 4VR!!!!!!! he’s th most precious boy !!!! ppl tht r nasty nd do bad shit nd have terrible secrets make me hella uncomfortable nd hobi rlly isn’t tht typa boy yakno????? he’s jus !!!! so pure !!!!!!! he cares abt sm nd he’s so cute nd beautiful i lob him nd his big heart sm !!!!!!!!!hes my 1 nd only he always manages 2 make me so happy i’m teary jus thnking abt him he’s such a sunshine !!!!!!!! i’ve been dissociatng a lot lately nd keeping him in my thoughts rlly helps me???? like how does he do it he jus …. cures my depression my cute nd caring bub !!!! SHAJSBJSJSKS I RLLY COULD GO ON AGES I LOV HIM SO MUC ITS BAD

[cabin10diaries]

Did you know that Hera assisting Jason and favoring Jason is in the actual Greek mythology? Like, she's not known to hate heroes outside of RR's books either (re: Trojan war) but overall this relationship is true to mythology (not /neg)

yess i did know thats another reason i love rrv hera and jason <3 its like a sort of parallel to the og jason and hera (as in positve relationship wise)

[chiistarri]

doesnot matter if my friends hate me i an just hop onto genshin 🔥

[medranochav]

always, 4vr, still.

[365daysofj2]

Fifteen Again (J2 AU, NC-17)

Jensen wakes up to a gentle breeze and a slight scratching sound. He blinks twice, then a third time, and glances over to see Jared kneeling in front of the fire pit with the stick that Sadie was playing with earlier. It’s colder now, the nighttime chill settling in his bones. The fire’s out, and he assumes Jared has no intention to restart it. “Hey,” says Jensen, his voice soft and rough from disuse. Jared looks over his shoulder. “Hey, you’re up.” “Sorry,” Jensen sits up and scrubs a hand over his face. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” Jared smiles softly and stands up, stretching his arms over his head. “Not a problem. You want to head inside?” “In a bit.” Jensen gets up then, stretches his own arms and legs, and looks into the fire pit, where Jared has drawn “J ❤ J 4vr” in the ashes. Jensen grins and puts his arm around Jared’s shoulders. “Very nice.” Jared grins. “I couldn’t resist.” “You always did love ‘playing in the fire,’” says Jensen, referring back to their childhood, where that meant being able to poke sticks or forks into the campfires their parents made when their families camped together. “I did.” Jared rests his head on Jensen’s shoulder, even though that’s a little awkward with how much taller he is. “Still do.” “It’s a good thing we can have one in our backyard, then,” replies Jensen. “Definitely.” Jared’s hand comes to rest on Jensen’s hip and he guides him over to the wooden swing underneath the big maple tree. Jared pulls his phone out of his pocket and taps it a few times before a familiar song fills the air. It’s “Nightswimming” by R.E.M., the song they played over and over the summer Jared turned fourteen, after Jared’s music camp roommate had introduced him to the band. Finally, at the end of the summer, Jensen sat down at the piano and picked the whole thing out, so after that they tended to play and sing it themselves instead of listening to the CD, even though Jared can’t sing for shit. “We should go camping again,” says Jared. “I miss it sometimes.” “I miss parts of it,” agrees Jensen. “Flushing the septic tank and communal showers? Don’t miss that at all.” “I’m sure we could rent an RV with a shower now,” says Jared. “It is the twenty-first century. It’s been over fifteen years, I’m sure campers and RVs have improved since then.” Jensen kisses Jared’s temple. “I’ll think about it,” he promises. Jared grins and turns to kiss Jensen on the lips, slow and soft. “That’s all I ask.” Jensen slips a hand under the hem of Jared’s shirt and splays his fingers across the warm skin of Jared’s back, pulling him close for a more sensual, heated kiss. Jared rests a hand on the back of Jensen’s neck and draws him even closer, until the space between their chests can be measured in millimeters. The wooden swing supporting them is cold and hard, not exactly ideal for this sort of thing, and Jensen gasps, “Take this inside?” “Not ready yet,” breathes Jared, pressing his lips to Jensen’s before Jensen can protest. His tongue darts past Jensen’s lips to brush his own, and he swallows any objections Jensen might have made. Jensen runs his fingers through Jared’s hair, which he knows Jared loves, and Jared makes a soft sound of approval. Jared’s own hand strokes down Jensen’s back and sneaks under the waistband of his track pants. Jensen leans forward, pressing his chest to Jared’s, and Jared cups Jensen’s ass with strong, sure fingers, one of which starts to tease at his hole. “We can’t,” Jensen whispers. “Neighbors.” “I’ll behave.” Jared’s hand finds its way out of Jensen’s pants and up to the small of his back. They’re impossibly close now, with Jared’s back pushed up against the arm of the swing, and it would take only an inch or two of movement to bring their hard, heavy cocks together, so Jensen surges forward, closing the gap. Jared moans into Jensen’s mouth and Jensen grinds their cocks together through two layers of fabric. The friction is painful in both the good and the bad ways, and Jensen figures it’s dark enough and they’re close enough to risk it, so he parts the fly of his track pants and exposes his cock to the cool night air. He quickly does the same for Jared and fists both their cocks in one hand, which he’s not nearly as good at as Jared, because Jared’s hand is the size of a fucking salad plate, for real, but Jared lets out a delicious moan of approval, so Jensen jacks them both easily, lazily, as if they have all the time in the world. Because they do. “Love you,” murmurs Jared, nipping at Jensen’s jaw, then his earlobe. Jensen runs his thumb lightly over the tip of Jared’s cock, then his own, and Jared shivers against him. Jensen grins. “Love you too.” Jared clasps one hand around Jensen’s neck and the other around Jensen’s hand, picking up Jensen’s rhythm and speeding it up a bit. “I’m so close,” breathes Jared. “So fucking good, Jen. You don’t even know.” Jensen kisses the bit of Jared’s exposed throat that he can reach, taking the skin gently between his teeth, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to get a response. Jared moans and drops his head back, giving Jensen access to even more warm, supple skin. Jensen kisses a trail down Jared’s throat to the hollow of his neck, slipping his t-shirt collar down so he can make a mark underneath it. He bites down on a spot just below Jared’s neck, and Jared comes in his hand with a stuttered shout. Jensen strokes himself through his own orgasm and goes boneless in Jared’s arms. “I feel like we’re fifteen again,” mutters Jensen. “That a bad thing?” Jensen shakes his head. “Not at all, babe. Not at all.”

[cabin10diaries]

hi ... au talk bc im 4vr obsessed with my au that to Me and Me alone

so jason is taken with thalia, right, and so all that stuff with luke and annabeth happen still, just with jason too (but he doesnt do much bc hes like 6) and so eventually amalthea leads them to sally yeah, and they kick gabe out <3 and sally basically adopts them, and they go to chb a few weeks after that, and so jason reaches chb at 6

chiron knows something is up, and he tries to tell thalia luke annabeth that jason Cannot stay here, but theyre obviously not gonna leave their little brother behind so he gives up bc the kid is 6 and he can always just carefully watch jason to make sure nothing too bad happens

thalia is claimed by zeus, annabeth by athena, luke by hermes, and jason stays in the hermes cabin bc he didnt have anyone claim him

he becomes friends with connor stoll, as he's also a camper his age, and they become really close bc. they dont really talk to anyone else but each other bc its just easier and why would u need more friends

however, jason goes back to the jacksons with annabeth luke thalia a little while after the summer ends, and so connor is alone again (yes he has travis and travis' friends but its not the same as having his bsf)

and then theres another new camper, a few weeks after jason leaves, who also goes unclaimed like most kids; valentina, and she befriends connor after calling him lonely

when jason comes back the next summer, they become a trio, and go everywhere together, and figure out themselves together