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*"puppy dog eyes" refers to a facial expression resembling that of a sad, pleading puppy; the intended effect is usually to endear oneself to others by appearing innocent, helpless, and highly sympathetic.

**this is prompt refers to facial expressions only, without the implementation of powers (i.e. charmspeak, shapeshifting, etc).

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Reyna tries to make fun of Jason because of his crazy bf but she can't say shit because Piper's just as bad as Leo

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write your fic or give me your lunch money, dork

Someone pretty please bully me I to writing Strings of Fate xoxo please and thank you

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ok so i’ve recently come to the conclusion that leo is a band kid. the only think i cant determine is what instrument he’d play. my gut is saying some sort of brass but i can also see percussion soooo

feel free to elaborate!

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will and piper surfer bffism agenda

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im plagued by bad ideas (calypso being mother age and leo being her son removed from ogygia bc her prison isn’t supposed to include her being happy with having kids)

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Hera is so crazy, cuz wtf do you mean even SAMMY VALDEZ knew her. Tia Callida needed a real job, ik she was bored AF up there in Olympus cuz how are u following this family for GENERATIONS. And u can say that maybe they know her because of leo, but when Sammy mentions Hera familiarly, its the very first time he and Leo met. What business does Hera have with Leo's great-grandfather YEARS after the hazel events. She bored as hell fr. You had CHB getting mad that gods didn't claim them, while Hera was on the valdez christmas card, c'mon girl 😭😭😭

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*assume that all characters have individual bedrooms for this prompt, i.e., not just bunks in shared cabins at camp.

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I just watched the new jurassic movie, I feel like leo would enjoy these movies. He'd definitely have a jurassic marathon with Jason and piper

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🕊 Nadin’s Hope: A Mother, A Memory, A Future

Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.

I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.

Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.

On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.

We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.

A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.

Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.

Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.

The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.

Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.

We Don’t Know What Comes Next There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.

How You Can Help I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:

Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.

Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.

If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you can give—thank you. If you can’t—just sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.

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What PJO Character are You Most Similar to?

I'd say Leo, because we are both creatively-idiotic geniuses.

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[ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/68999706]

word count: 1,907

Jason’s Seventh Stab Wound

Jason gets into a fight he can’t win and Leo saves him. Simple as that

(also inspired by @demigod-shenanigans’ post abt needing more fics of leo saving jason. he’s what i brought to the potluck)

[also warnings: this whole thing is basically a fight scene and i bet you can guess from the title what injuries jason will be sustaining. canon typical violence, but be careful reading if you’re not good with blood or injuries]

fic under the cut!

Jason had been stabbed multiple times in his career as a demigod, and if there was one thing he had learned, it was that it never got any less painful.

The first had been an accident during a friendly duel, a simple puncture wound right above his hip on his left side. It had hurt a little when he walked, but with a day or so in the hospital, he was right as rain. Even better, the older soldiers had told him this would only make him stronger in the long run, so he hadn’t really minded the whole ordeal.

The second had been less of an accident, to say the least. He was defending a teammate during war games while they secured the banner, when all of a sudden an opponent snuck up behind him and stuck a sword in his shoulder. That encounter had earned him a few squares of ambrosia, a nasty scar across his back, and a temporary grating pain whenever he lifted his arm too high. The strange thing about it was that it hadn’t hurt any less than the first. If anything, it had hurt more.

There were more—a third that led to him getting his appendix removed, a fourth on his inner thigh that stung whenever he stretched that leg, a fifth during the Argo II’s voyage, a sixth that killed him for a little while, though that one was technically an impalement. Each time, no matter what the older Roman officials around him had said, it never got easier to bear. Even after all these years, he still winced when he caught a glance of a scar in the mirror.

That was exactly why he wasn’t eager to get his seventh.

Sadly, it didn’t look like he could get his way out of this one. He was cornered in an alleyway pressed between a rock and a hard place, with the rock being a cacophony of empousai on one side, the hard place being a particularly smelly dumpster. He could fly away, sure, but so could the demons, and the last thing he wanted to do was lead them back to his and Leo’s apartment.

The monsters weren’t great at taking turns, Jason found. All eight of them lunged forward at once, descending upon him in a mass of fire, wings, and donkey legs. Jason did his best to shake them off, landing a kick to one’s sternum, sending her flying back. Another, he punched into a wall. There were claws digging into his arms, still, making him hiss in pain. He launched the empousa clinging to his arm into the dumpster.

One of them had clambered onto his back during the tussle, sinking her fangs into his neck without hesitation. The scream that came out of his mouth was broken, much like the monster’s ribs were, since he fell on his back and began throwing himself against the ground in an attempt to get her off of him.

Jason scrambled to get up, wiping golden dust off his back, dropping into a fighting stance easily enough. That was one down. He ignored the blood dripping down his neck. And the stinging sensation from the claw marks on his arm. And the spots where his skin was raw from being exposed to the creatures’ flaming hair. And… everything else. He was ignoring it. Very well, if he did say so himself. He couldn’t feel it at all, in fact.

Ow. Nevermind.

The empousa he had thrown in the dumpster had emerged, equipped with a literal bloodthirsty vengeance and a shard of broken glass she had shoved under his rib. The demons cackled as he dropped to his knees, laughing harder at the whimper that was punched out of him when he fell completely to the floor. Their voices, sweeter than expected, fell upon his ringing ears:

“Aw, c’mon, Savannah, it’s more fun if you leave them alive while you feed. I like watching them squirm.”

“Um, it’s not like I had a choice, Ryleigh. You saw what he did to Mara and Kylie. And poor Brianna…”

“Yeah, you’re right. Poor Bri—“

There was a clang followed by a thud, a poof of gold sprawling across the alley, and then came a familiar voice that made Jason want to cry in relief. “Which one of you assholes is next?” Leo growled.

There was a moment of stunned silence before the remaining six empousai pounced on Leo. Clang, thud, clang, clang, poof. One of the monsters landed hard on her side next to Jason, barely getting a second of rest before Leo whacked her with a wrench until she exploded into nothing more than shimmering ash.

It didn’t take long before the next one attacked. Two, actually, one on either side of Leo. Jason let out a weak sound of something—warning? Protest? Alarm? He didn’t know, but he knew he didn’t want Leo to get hurt just because Jason couldn’t handle himself against some demons.

Leo didn’t notice, perhaps because he was a little busy fighting said demons. One of them, he tripped, and the other got a wrench thrown squarely at her forehead. The latter collapsed to the ground with a groan. Another blow to the head sealed the deal and sent monster dust billowing across Jason’s vision. He regretfully squeezed his eyes shut for a minute because of the blinding, throbbing pain all over his body. When he blinked them open again, the other empousa was gone, too.

It was then Leo crossed over Jason to get to the other monsters, putting him firmly beyond the other’s line of sight. He made another noise that bordered on a whine, tried to crane his neck to get a better view, but only succeeded in getting his neck to hurt more, somehow.

The clangs were back, now, and the thuds were harder. A golden cloud erupted from behind Jason.

There was only one left, if Jason had counted right.

Thud.

“That’s—“ clang—“what you get—“ clang—“for fucking—” clang—“with my boyfriend.”

Poof.

Heavy breathing was all the sound filled the air for a moment. “Jason?”

Leo’s voice came out strangled, like he was about to cry, and Jason couldn’t have that. He emitted what he hoped was a comforting hum.

“Oh gods, Jason,” Leo borderline sobbed, turning Jason over onto his back. Jason’s head was placed in Leo’s lap and suddenly there were kisses being pressed to every inch of his face. “I was so worried about you. You’re usually home by now and I just got this horrible, horrible feeling, and I knew I had to find you. No jog tomorrow, okay? And bring your sword next time.”

“That’s fair,” Jason gritted out.

Leo let out a wet laugh, but stopped when his gaze dropped down to Jason’s torso. His nimble fingers ghosted over the spot where the glass stuck out of his torn and bloodied shirt. “Oh, honey.”

Jason sucked in a breath. “Lucky number seven.” Silence. “Is it… will I…?”

“You better survive,” Leo huffed. “If you die on me, I’ll fucking kill you.”

It was Jason’s turn to chuckle now, but as funny as Leo was, laughing felt like somebody had started chipping away at his lungs with a pickaxe, so he stopped. “Not quite sure that’s how it works,” he managed after a moment.

“I don’t care. I’ll make that be how it works if you croak. I’ll never forgive you. Even when we’re spending the rest of eternity in Elysium together, I’ll kick your ghostly ass every goddamn day if I have to.”

“Of course, dear.”

Leo rifled around in his tool belt with one hand, the other busy stroking Jason’s hair. Eventually, he produced a few squares of ambrosia and a canteen of what he assumed was nectar. With a gentle touch, he opened Jason’s mouth and held the ambrosia up to it, which he obediently chewed and swallowed despite the dull pain in his jaw. It tasted like a serving of Aphros’ brownies, but he could tell they had been made by Leo—it reminded him of home.

Leo talked the time away. “I’m gonna call Piper, okay? She'll drive you and me back to the apartment. And then, once we’re there, we’ll get Will on the phone and he’ll come and fix you right up. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds good.” Jason released a soft and content sigh. “You were amazing, you know that?”

“What?” Leo jerked back a little, creating a disturbing amount of space between him and Jason which was amended when Jason whined. Leo inched closer again, but he looked no less confused. “You mean with those empousai? Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Superman. I mean, it normally could, but not right now, when you’re all beat up like this. And definitely not in an alleyway. I have standards.”

Jason pouted. “It’s not flattery. You really were great. Unstoppable, really.”

“Stop it, Jason.”

“I mean it. You’re something else, Leo,” he praised. “I only wish you didn’t have to put yourself in danger just for me.”

Leo reeled back again. “Excuse me?”

“I said you’re really something—“

“No, no, I heard that part. It’s wrong, but I heard it,” Leo barked. “What was that last part? What do you mean, you put me in danger? And ’just’ for you? I don’t like that use of the word just, sweetheart. You’re never just a just. Not to me.”

Jason’s face flushed and he resisted the urge to grin, because he had the feeling Leo wanted this to be a serious conversation. “I��I shouldn’t have to be saved. That’s all I meant.”

Leo scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You’re being ridiculous.”

Jason’s pout came back full force. “Well, so are you.”

Leo pouted right back.

“Let’s compromise: you’re brilliant, and I’m… uh…” Jason let his head drop to the side. He stared at the brick wall of the alleyway, thinking.

Leo’s hand threaded itself through his hair, and when Jason looked back up, he was being pinned with the most tender look he’d ever been given. “You’re not invincible, and that’s okay.”

Jason nodded, a minute movement that anybody other than Leo wouldn’t have noticed. “Yes. That.”

They shared a quiet moment, cars speeding by on the street just beyond their little corner of the world, streetlights flickering into existence. Neon signs grew brighter and the night sky grew darker. And Leo—well, he never got any less stunning. Even with the shadows stretching across half his face, he was the most beautiful man Jason had even seen. He could spend the rest of his life on the cold hard concrete if it meant he could use all his time basking in Leo’s presence.

Leo slid the hand in Jason’s hair down to his jaw, his infatuated look never wavering. “I’m gonna go call Piper now, alright?”

Jason smiled up at him, closing his eyes and leaning into Leo’s touch as he bobbed his head yes.

Leo got up, fetching a prism, a water bottle, and a golden drachma out of his tool belt, flashing a grin over his shoulder back at Jason. “Hey, Jason?”

“Hm?”

“You know I’ll always be there to save you, right? Whenever you need me, I’m here.”

Jason’s smile grew wider. “What I’m hearing is that you’ll always be here, then?”

He could hear the love in Leo’s voice when he said “Exactly.”

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devotee of hestia!leo who wanders the backcountry and forgotten highways with his little torch and his cloak and his soup pot he can set up anywhere.

devotee leo who wanders around and never meets the same person twice because sometimes all they need is a little bit of bread, and some soup, and to remember what their home is to them.

devotee leo who sits at hestia’s feet when she tends the fire on Olympus during the solstices, who sometimes she balances on her hip because he’s small and forever that eight year old boy that cried when he lost his hearth and mother.

devotee leo who keeps running into nico when the other boy surfaces from the labyrinth, who doesn’t trust a quasi immortal kid and his soup. devotee leo asking hestia to let him age, to let him become a friendly face for the people he continues to meet during his travels, because people don’t trust small children anymore, they only worry where his home is instead of contemplating their own.

devotee leo and his goddess who’s more of a mother than a patron, who he less of worships and more of adores, devotee leo and goddess hestia, two very small and looked over parts of their family finding solace in knowing each other. just them and their little comforts, being a soft place to lean, being a shoulder to cry on, being the ones to ask ‘and where is home to you’

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ok i did it. heres the ao3 link

Valgrace people, I’m gonna need more fics of Leo rescuing Jason, stat. I’m so serious.

It would be good for both of their mental health.

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Doodlessss (I started a bianca and thalia one but didint have time to finish, it shall get finished)

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yesssss he’d totally build his own droid

adding to this: he learned how to do the droid noises, including the screams. ESPECIALLY the screams. there was a period of time when it was one of his most common vocal stims, which is a little alarming bc the last thing you wanna hear from bunker nine is “wooooAOOOOOAW”

I feel like leo is a star wars fan and actually once tried to build a lightsaber (and suceeded) , meanwhile Jason is a star trek fan.

And they have heated discussion about which is better