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[little-ghostgirl-31]

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[another-argo]

open starter

who am I?

(sorry this is long asf)

Argo.

He stares into the mirror of his bathroom. That's who's looking back at him. That's Argo. A faded scar on the left side of his face, sharp canines that look like fangs. Argo has deep brown eyes, deep rooted trust issues- and truly thinks he would be better off if everyone left him alone. Argo brings tragedy everywhere he goes. Argo has never talked to Hermes- and he assumes he never will. He's never been claimed, either. All he has is his shape-shifting and his jansport.

Argo has deep brown, short hair. And.. wings. Big wings.

Luna.

Luna is younger than Argo by a few years. She has an innocent smile, the same scar- just.. newer. She hasn't learned not to trust yet. She has plenty of friends! She has all the bracelets to prove it! But, she knows they all just see her as a kid.

Her eyes are a bright blue, her hair is long and blonde. Her fangs are duller, more like a dog than a cat.

She has wings as well, they're just smaller- more proportionate to her body than Argo.

Atticus.

That's a name nobody's heard in a while.

Golden eyes, fangs like a wolf and dirty blonde hair. His scar was healed; unlike Luna's.. but it was cut open- bleeding with.. what seems like golden ichor. Right, this isn't Argo- this isn't really a.. mortal. This is a combination between a demigod and godly beings. A puppet.

And he has no wings, but he does have strings.

The three are having a conversation- which should be impossible.. but it's happening.

Argo has split his bathroom mirror in half, Luna on one side- Atticus the other.

"We need to be democratic about this-" Argo is the only one on the outside of the mirror; his body is the only one physically there. "I. I barely remember anything. I remember vague stuff- I'm just getting.. absolutely horrendous vibes from you." Argo gestures to Atticus.

"WHAT?? What the fuck man! You give bad vibes!"

"I will smash your mirror-"

"BOYS! You're both pretty!" Luna snickers, cutting off the other two. "I say that since I remember the most- I should get control!"

"But you're a baby. I don't know how being mentally 12 and physically almost 15 will work. Plus, you've already pissed off Nero, and none of my friends like you- because they think you're stealing my spot."

"But-"

"No! No puppy dog eyes. Stop that. Stop it. I'm looking away."

Argo crosses his arms, looking away- and sees the door. He could just leave.

Guilt.

He sighs, turning back towards the mirrors.

He takes a deep breath, and takes Luna's portion of the mirror- staring into it.

Suddenly- you watch as Argo turns into Luna, then himself, then Luna.. then finally something strange.

They look Argo's age. 14, almost 15- with one brown and one blue eye. They have the facial and back wings; still an angelic white.

The front of their hair is Luna's brassy blonde- the back is Argo's dark brown. It's as long as Luna's was.. about to mid back- with Argo's bangs in the front.

They look up- propping themself up with their prosthetic arm.

"Hi." They definitely sound like Argo. "Who are.. you- I just need a name. Sorry. And- how long have you been there?"

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[fightingthetoxicallegations]

OPEN STARTER

My rocketship is human bone and skin.

Theo has run off to the forest again. Why? Who the hell knows! But he's spent a concerning amount of time there (nearly the entire day), and some people could get worried if he doesn't come back home soon. So, someone had to go out and look for him.

When wandering the forest, you start hearing things, maybe, if you knew Theo really well, you'd recognize a small voice as his. It sounded like he was talking to someone, but there was no other voice there, and you couldn't exactly make out what he was saying, either.

If you were to come closer, you'd start recognizing words. "What if I just let myself freefall?" And then the sound of a body hitting a tree. "Ow- okay bad idea, makes the circumstances worse actually, got it." Then the sound of Theo sitting down in the grass, and a while later laying down. "What if I let my mind wander aimlessly? Clear my head and stuff?" If you had a good look on him you'd see him closing his eyes and hear him exhaling deeply.

After a moment, the body sat up, eyes slowly opening. You couldn't see them clearly just yet, but something felt... off. Then, the mouth smiled as Theo(?) felt around his body, almost as if to check if this is real.

"It worked!" A way more feminine voice rang out, much as Theo's own voice was similar to the one that spoke just now, his was definitely at least a little deeper. Then, Theo(?) looked around and spotted you, but his eyes were... fully pink. And glowing. "Uh... Hi?"

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[not-a-fvcking-werewolf]

"oh my godsss" Milo groaned "what do you mean let me in? i got her my self! walked from fucking Camp Jupiter to here!" He grumbled

"And ITS NOT YOUR CABIN!" He barked

"Rey- Rey- Rey- Rey-" Milo had finally after his brother after about 5 minutes of searching, Today, he had brown wolf ears on the top of his head, and a brown wolfs tail (which he could chose to have, though most often when he was around other campers he hid)

"DUDEEEE this place is so weird-" He complains, ears twitching

"Greeks are weird." - Milo Howell, @not-a-fvcking-werewolf

”Milo.” Rey scowled and put his hands on his hips. He might be a better person now, sure, but he still wasn’t over the sibling rivalry he and Milo had.

“Yeah, this place is weird. But y’know what else is weird? You. I’m surprised they let you in, and UGH. NOW I HAVE TO SHARE A CABIN WITH YOU. MY CABIN.” he crossed his arms, tail lashing.

[dare1pon]

The Peacock and The Crow

(Chapters 9 & 10)

Word count: 5,898

TAGS:

Reyno - @radkatzzstuff

Elaine (character who finds june in forest) - @lordofthefrogs11

Author's note: chat I forgor it was the 25th today lmao anyways (UPDATE LIKE 5 MINUTES LATER AFTER POSTING THIS I JS REALIZED THAT CHP TEN IS KINDA DONE SO I DECIDED TO ADD IT HERE)

CHAPTER NINE: Can't wait to tell this story to my grandchildren.

The next day was the same as yesterday, a horn woke us half bloods up and everyone headed out. I yawned and stretched, hearing the loud cracks coming from my joints and my back, sleeping on the floor wasn't ideal, it was stiff but at least I had somewhere to sleep. I saw Rey already at the hermes table, talking with some other camper who looked to be the same age as him.

“morning Junie!” Rey got up from his seat after giving the camper he was talking to a small goodbye wave. “morning.” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes as he went up to me. Its energy like this that I wonder if he photosynthesizes this energy. We sat back down at the table, waiting for the food to be served. Rey went to talk about more on his life, the wolf house, Lupa, and other stuff until Keaton came by and did the same thing as yesterday. Make some big speech on how he was gonna save us all.

”I have a question, what is this prophecy Keaton’s talking about?” I looked to Rey, already tuning out Keaton in the background. “oh, it goes like this!” Rey let out a cough before speaking out this prophecy. “A child, one feared but one most cheered. Be the one, the prophecy neared.” Rey continued, this seems interesting. “through the deepest depth, lay a great name, find the one who attains this fame.” Rey ended with that, the breakfast soon came. Reyno had gotten eggs and bacon, I got a grilled cheese sandwich. “so thats what Keaton’s been on and on about? never really did get that ‘most feared’ part from him.” I told Rey, he was already shoveling the bacon into his mouth as if it was the last meal he’s ever gonna have. “Same here but the moment Keaton heard of this, he immediately started acting all special.” 

“Well, I guess whatever happens, we’ll find out soon enough, huh?” I said, taking another bite of my grilled cheese. It was comfort food, and right now, I needed that.

Rey nodded, his mouth still full of food. “Yep. Whatever the prophecy means, it’s probably going to make things interesting around here. Hopefully, we don’t all get dragged into whatever chaos Keaton’s convinced we’re about to face.”

“Let’s just hope that ‘great name’ in the prophecy isn’t referring to him,” I muttered under my breath. 

Me and Rey finished breakfast, after that he took me to do the camp activities. The first thing he wanted to do was fighting so we went to the arena. “here! I’ll teach you how to wield a sword!” As we walked in, there were already people sword fighting, some in the actual arena itself and others off to the side. I followed Rey to the rack of wooden swords, he tossed me one. It felt light in my hands, I held it on my right hand. Rey stood across from me, grinning widely. He wasn’t holding a sword, though. Instead, his eyes twinkled with mischief, and I noticed his hands were flexing, his nails beginning to elongate, sharp and claw-like.

“Ready for this?” he asked, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

I blinked, taken aback. “Uh, you’re not using a sword?”

Rey laughed, a deep, easy sound. “Nah, I’m good without one! Watch this!” His hands fully morphed, the claws extending from his fingertips in a smooth, almost graceful movement. “I’ve got my own weapons.”

I swallowed hard as he flexed his claws, giving me a wink. “No need to worry. I’m not gonna bite... unless you really deserve it.” He gave an exaggerated growl, showing off his teeth.

I chuckled nervously. “Right... okay, let's do this.”

With a sudden burst of energy, Rey lunged, his claws swiping through the air faster than I could react. I raised the wooden sword in front of me just in time to block the strike, the sound of wood meeting claw ringing through the air. The force sent me stumbling back a step, my arms buzzing from the impact.

Rey straightened up, grinning ear to ear. “Whoa! Nice block! You’ve got some good reflexes! But you gotta think quicker, yeah? You can’t just wait for me to come at you.”

I tightened my grip on the sword, trying to shake off the initial shock. “Right, thinking. Got it.”

He bounced on his toes again, clearly enjoying himself. “Good! ‘Cause I’m gonna come at you fast. Don’t blink!” Without another word, Rey darted forward, claws slashing at my side. I tried to dodge, but I wasn’t fast enough—his claws grazed my arm, a sharp sting that made me grit my teeth. Everything seemed to just stop for a moment, I could hear my heartbeat louder then Rey’s voice. The blood from the slash on my arm only seemed to grow bigger as I stared at it, the metallic blood now filling my nostrils. My breath grew deeper while I felt the heat from my blood drip. I could only stand there, and hold my stance, sword still in hand. Last thing I saw before passing out was Rey lunging towards me, concerned.

It had probably been hours since I passed out, now I was in the infirmary. It was quiet in the room where I stayed, too quiet for my liking. My arm was not wrapped up in a bandage, there was a slight brown stain on it. I could still recall the smell of blood, metallic. That was the first real time where I felt just, scared? It really wasn't fear that I felt, I didn’t know what to feel. Looking around the room, Rey wasn't there. He probably felt bad for attacking me by accident.

”oh, your awake.” I heard a voice enter the room. It sounded calming. The first thing I saw was a tray of food, then I knew exactly who it was. “Keith?” I mumbled out, he must've heard it “how do you know who I am?” Shoot, I probably sounded like a creep “Uhm, a friend told me? Reyno. I don’t know his last nam-“

 “wolf guy? I saw him rush you here in a hurry, after that he left” I watched as Keith placed the tray of food down by the table to my right. As he got closer to me, I started to notice things I didn't yesterday: he had a mole on his upper cheek, right underneath his left eye, Keith also had an earring, it looked like a peacock feather. “how are your bandages, not to tight?” He snapped me back to reality as he touched my arm.

”Oh! yeah yeah, not too tight” I sat up while Keith was making sure my bandages were just right. Keith finished adjusting the bandage on my arm, his touch gentle but precise. I could feel the warmth of his hand linger for a moment, and I couldn't help but notice the careful attention he gave to making sure I was comfortable. 

Keith then turned around to place the tray of food on my lap. It was bread, some fruits and soup.”You should eat something. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.” “thank you” I mumbled, picking up the bread to eat.

Keith nodded before heading toward the door. "Take care of yourself, June. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask." He left, I was alone again. As I picked at the food, my mind drifted back to Rey. I wondered if he felt guilty about what happened—he must’ve been worried. I couldn’t blame him. It was my fault for freezing up like that. I should’ve reacted faster. 

I stayed in the infirmary, it had probably been a few hours since Keith had left me alone. I wonder how Rey’s doing, I should apologize to him, I should've been faster, should have countered his attacks. 

Then I spent the rest of my afternoon just at the infirmary, soon will came in and checked up on my arm before telling me that I could go back to cabin 11. He gave me the same yellow liquid from when I first arrived. It still tasted like mango pudding cubes. Leaving the infirmary with a new scar, the first person to run up to me was Rey.

He hugged me so hard I swear to you he would have broken my ribs. He was saying sorry a thousand times for his earlier actions, saying that he should have just used a wooden weapon rather then his claws. I just said that I forgive him and that it was my fault for not reacting faster. “WHAT?? but it was my fault that I slashed you an- and you didn't even know how to fight!” He rambled into my shirt, the anxiety prominent in his voice. “I know I know but, I should've dodged your attack. Reflexes, am I right?” I tried to lighten up the mood by smiling in the way that Will does, but Reyno just looked at me worried. I knew that look too well. 

We continued training, but Reyno was a lot more cautious than before. He watched me carefully as we fought, moving a lot slower. Reyno flexed and unflexed his claws, gripping the wooden sword he grabbed from the rack beside the training dummies. The scar on my arm stung a little, not fully but just a little. It felt like an ant bite, or a jellyfish one.

Reyno and I trained for awhile, we trained until it was dinner time. Same routine as yesterday, except Keaton walked up to me.

 “Hey, you! You’re the other new camper  that arrived here, right?” He gave me a look, the same look that one gives you before they start being mean for no reason at all. “Yeah…?” I mumbled, Reyno had left me by myself because he needed to talk to some other friends, maybe something important. I fidgeted, averting my eyes uncomfortably from his gaze.

 “What? You think you’re too  good to look me directly in the eyes?” I looked at them, just for a second. They pierced into mine like bright rubies, the moonlight reflecting off them menacingly. The effect made him look more threatening than how he really was. I winced, turning my head away. “Ha! So you do, huh?” He slowly stepped forwards, which a “Well, listen up, okay? I’m not gonna let you upstage me just because you’re also new. If you do anything remotely fancy like become some child of the big three!” He exclaimed, almost as if he was saying that I was gonna upstage him. “Stay in your lane, four eyes.” Keaton turned away right after flicking my forehead, it didn't hurt really. It felt like a fly just flew right into my forehead. That was a weird interaction, thankfully Rey came back and sat next to me. “Sooo, what did I miss?” “nothing really, Keaton just told me to stay in the background.” I shrugged, not really knowing what to say. 

The next day came by faster than I expected and Rey was called to go on a quest with some other campers. I recognized one of them as the camper I saw at the arena, the one who was practically beating the hell out of that training dummy. I wanted to go with him of course, but…

“It's better if you stay here at camp, Junie.” Rey put his hand on my shoulder, looking at me with a serious expression rather than his silly sunshine one. “But why?” I asked him, a bit confused. I know I didn’t know how to wield a sword or a bow but. I didn’t want to be alone. “You need some more training, but don’t worry! I’ll try and finish this quest as fast as I can!” He soon slung his bag over his shoulder, walking away after he ruffled my hair. I watched him leave with the others, he disappeared into the foliage of the trees, walking farther and farther away from where I stood.

This felt familiar somehow. 

“You look lonely” I hear someone remark from behind me, I quickly fixed my hair as I turned to see who it was, it was Keith. “Don't worry, I've seen Reyno finish a quest as fast as hermes, he’ll be fine.” I nodded, not really wanting to speak after Rey had left. The next day felt short, it passed, one blink and it was gone. All I could remember from that day was…Keith?

I woke up early, before everyone else. Shuffling through the covers of my sleeping bag, I found my glasses and stared at the small clock the person beside me had, 6:30 am. I got up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. It was extra cold that morning, almost freezing. I pulled the covers of my sleeping bag off my legs, the cold hitting them. I shivered, even with socks on it still was cold for me. Honestly I don’t get how the campers here can wear shorts in the morning. 

The only and last clothes I had left that I had found in the lost and found were just some plaid white and blue pants and a black and red nirvana shirt. I wanted to go back to bed but my mind was telling me to take a walk outside. Quickly and quietly I left the cabin, looking around the place. It was plain, no campers running around or training. The slight sound of the trees and the wind whistling felt calming.

My eyes scanned the area, looking left and then right. Something, more specifically someone caught my eye, I saw a camper sitting by the campfire, wrapped in a blanket. It took me a second to realize who it was, Keith. I wondered why he was awake at this ungodly hour of the morning. There was something about him that felt somehow mysterious? I couldn't explain it but it was drawing me in.

Before I knew it, I was standing right behind him, Keith must've heard my footsteps. “I see i'm not the only one who wakes up this early” Keith looked at me, turning his head. 

He looked tired, almost like he’s never slept a day in his life, “what time did you wake up?” I asked, sitting next to him. 

“around 5? 5 or 5:20” I nodded, “I woke up at 6:30” 

We sat there in silence, just enjoying the warmth of the fire, Keith broke the silence “is your arm okay? you should probably change the bandages soon.” He said, looking down at my arm. It still stung a little, felt a bit numb, “oh, okay.” I replied, looking at my arm too.

“not much of a talker, are you?” He commented, “Your name's June right? June Manalo was it?” 

“yeah, how'd you know?” I was a bit surprised at that. I mean sure a few days before when Rey rushed me to the infirmary he would've said my first name but even I haven't told him my last name… 

Keith looked at me with a small smirk. "Rey mentioned it, when he was panicking about you getting hurt. It wasn’t exactly hard to piece together." He stretched, adjusting his blanket around him. “He talks about you a lot, you know. How you’re quick to forgive him and all that. Kind of cute, actually.” I let out a small chuckle “did he ask you to watch over me while he was gone?”

 Keith chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Nah. I just like the quiet. It’s peaceful, you know? I don’t get much of that during the day. And I’m used to being awake when everyone else is still asleep.” His eyes flickered toward me for a moment before he added, “I’ve seen you around camp. You don’t look like you fit in, not yet anyway.”

I frowned, not really sure how to take that. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, his expression unreadable. “You’re different. You haven’t really found your place here, have you?” His gaze softened as he looked at me. “But you will. It takes time.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t know Keith had this way of seeing through people, like he understood something deep down that no one else did. And honestly, it kind of scared me.

“So, what about you?” I finally asked, breaking the silence again. “Do you feel like you belong here?”

Keith looked at me for a long moment, his expression blank. Then he exhaled slowly, pulling the blanket tighter around him. "Not really," he said, his voice quieter than usual. "I’m just here because I have to be. But I don’t really fit in with anyone either." He glanced at me, as if deciding whether or not to say more, but then shrugged it off. “It’s complicated.”

I didn’t push him for more, though I was curious. There was a lot about Keith that I didn’t understand, and something told me that if I kept digging, I might end up finding more than I bargained for. But for now, I was content with the quiet.

The fire crackled between us, and the silence felt less oppressive as the minutes ticked by. It was strangely peaceful, being with someone who didn’t feel the need to fill every moment with words.

Soon the breakfast sound rung, all the campers now leaving their cabins to eat food. 

Keith stood up, wrapping the blanket around him like a cloak, and stretched his arms above his head. "Guess it’s time for breakfast," he muttered, I started to follow him as he walked to the pavilion. It was the same old crowd, one I've gotten used to over the past few weeks. Separating from Keith, I felt his hand catch my wrist “Why don't you come sit with me at the hera table, June?” 

“...okay” I said, letting Keith pull on my wrist to his table. I watched him sit down and pat the seat next to him, I just kept my silence and followed. 

I followed Keith that day, wherever he went I went too, whatever he did I did too. I followed him like a lost cat or his shadow, Keith would pop in from time to time, saying something about the activity we were doing. He was pretty good at a lot of camp things, archery, arts and crafts and sword fighting. I sat off to the side most of the time since my arm still had to heal. I was able to do some camp activities though, like arts and crafts.

There was still that same feeling that someone was just watching me, my every breath, move, and speech. Looking around, nothing was out of the ordinary. That apollo camper and nico were hanging out, probably just chatting, younger campers were running around and playing some game, and others just doing what they wanted to. I shook my head, must be paranoia, but the moment I looked back to nico and that camper to check again, nico was staring at me as if I had some answer to a question he was burning to ask. 

Before I could even get up to ask nico to stop staring, keith tapped me on the shoulder. “do you want to head to the pavilion early?” I nodded, I'll just ignore nico. Maybe he’ll stop.

Dinner was just the same routine, except I had keith to sit and talk with me. We chatted about today’s activities or just some campers, “did you hear that demeter kid’s on her fourth boyfriend this week?” Keith whispered to me, I looked in the direction he was pointing at and saw a curly haired brunette hugging a dude’s arm “oh damn…how old is she?” I asked, she didn't look older than 13. “somewhere around…14 or 13 I think, her boyfriend is like 17”  I was surprised that a thirteen year old had a boyfriend who was 4 years older than her, was that not reverse pedophilia? 

Soon after dinner ended, keith walked me to go get more sleeping clothes in the lost and found. I didn't find much except for long baggy pants with stars on them and a t-shirt with a cat. He waved me good night after He walked me to the shower rooms.

I prayed to whoever and whatever gods that the shower rooms where empty, surprisingly they were. Turning on the shower valve, the water came out hot. The hot water felt good against my skin, its warm enveloping me like a warm hug I'd get from my friends. Showering was quick, I wanted to get out and onto my bed immediately. 

I was in and out of the shower rooms quick, putting on the clothes as fast as I can before bee lining to the cabin. The door was closed as I reached the foot steps of the cabin. “damnit!” I semi shouted to myself as I tried knocking, no answer. It was freezing outside and my sleeping bag was in there. Not wanting to cause a whole scene, I just laid down on the ground and curled up like a cat would. I pulled my arms into my shirt, crossing them for warmth. Why was it always so cold during the nights?

I felt sleep soon take me over, my eye lids getting heavier and heavier by the second. The last thing I saw before succumbing to the slumber was the moon…

CHAPTER TEN: The calm before the storm

The sound of laughter rang through my ears, eyes staring at me in every direction. I felt the void around me close in, taking every breath I had. When I looked up, I saw Keaton laughing at me, pointing to my shoes and my outfit. He laughed like a hyena, being joined by his group of friends. All of them surrounded me, predator and prey, pointing and whispering stuff unintelligible, their eyes were pure white with a black dot. 

I couldn't think, couldn't breathe out a word to say something. My mouth was covered with a piece of red tape. Their voices became louder and louder, filling up my ears. I tried running away, to find anyone or anything besides them. It was a dark and empty void that followed me with every step I took. I covered my ears to block out the sound of their laughing but it was no use. I soon stopped as a hooded figure, boney in structure appeared in front of me. He held his staff and lifted his hand up to point at me…

“your next, little crow.” His voice was raspy and hagarred, sounding like nails on a chalkboard. I stared at him and before I knew it, I was being dragged down into the depths of where I stood. It was red, blood red, I looked down to see what was pulling me and it was a white string that burned like a thousand fires. I tried to swim up but the surface only seemed to get farther and farther away. I just gave up, letting the blood red liquids seep into my lungs, the laughing stopped.

Is this what death felt like? Was this the freedom I needed? Death isn't something to be afraid of, it happens once and once only. Death is a beautiful thing, for it lets you be released from all the sins you have committed.

But soon, I woke up to a sharp pain to my stomach. “wake up four eyes!” I heard a familiar voice say, I jolted awake to see Keaton kicking my stomach as hard as he could. I winced but didn't do anything about it, “I said get up!” He yelled at me, I flinched. I got up as fast as I could, dusting myself off of the dirt Keaton had kicked onto me. “Sorry” I looked down to my shoes, feeling embarrassed that someone saw me sleeping outside on the ground like some dog. “Next time at least find a tree to sleep in, little bird.” Keaton scoffed and walked away, his entourage following him behind. My stomach hurt like hell after Keaton kicked it, all I could do was clutch my stomach with my bandaged arm as I walked to the pavilion for breakfast. I didn't want keith to see me right now, I looked pathetic, I looked like a homeless man. 

I headed straight to the hermes table, sitting beside two tall campers to avoid Keith seeing me. They didn't notice me sitting in between them, maybe it was because I was short. 

The two campers beside me were talking about something—probably the latest prank that had gone down—but I wasn’t really paying attention. I grabbed a piece of toast from the tray in front of me, the crunch almost too loud in my ears, and forced myself to take a bite.  The bread was dry, barely tasting of anything as I chewed. My mind kept drifting back to the nightmare, the feeling of suffocation, of being dragged deeper into that suffocating red abyss. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to push it out of my head. I wasn’t sure if the pain in my stomach or the memories from the dream were worse. Maybe they were both a sign that I wasn’t really awake yet. 

"Hey, you alright?" A voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I turned to see one of the campers beside me looking at me with mild concern, her dark eyes studying my face. I hadn't even noticed her sitting there until now. I blinked, caught off guard. "Huh? Oh, I’m fine."

She gave me a skeptical look, clearly not buying it. "You sure? You look... off."

I forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. "Just tired. Bad night."

She nodded slowly, her expression softening a little. "Yeah, I get that. The camp can mess with your head sometimes. Just don’t let it drag you down."

Her words hung in the air like a distant echo, and for a moment, I couldn’t decide if they were comforting or just another reminder that I wasn’t really fitting in here at all. Still, I appreciated the gesture. She wasn’t Keaton, who seemed to take pleasure in making my life more difficult.

"Thanks," I muttered, trying to sound more at ease than I felt. 

As I finished the last of my toast, I forced myself to stand and blend into the crowd, pretending to be like everyone else. My eyes wandered for a moment, and that was when I saw Keith—his usual calm demeanor as he sat by the fire, chatting with a few campers. He didn’t seem to notice me right away, and for a second, I almost let the chance slip away.

She gave me a small smile before turning her attention back to her own breakfast, and I did the same. But my mind didn’t settle. It never did anymore. Every second was a battle between the familiar chaos of camp life and the unsettling thoughts that kept creeping in.

I didn't realize it at the time, but the more I looked at the campers around me, the more I felt like I was on the outside looking in—again. No one knew what I was really going through. No one understood. Not even Rey. The day continued on as normal, like everyday but I tried my hardest to hide away from keith. Every activity I did I made sure keith wasn't there or looking my way.

The activities were a blur, each one slipping by faster than the last, but the weight in my chest never quite lifted. Every time I thought about Keith, I felt a knot twist tighter. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching me, even when he wasn’t. That constant, gnawing sense that I was always on the edge of something terrible, something I couldn’t control.

I still followed the same routine, after dinner I showered and got a new set of clothes. The sun was starting to dip low in the sky, casting long shadows over the campgrounds, but I hardly noticed the change. The unease gnawed at me, crawling beneath my skin like a bug that wouldn't leave. I couldn't escape the feeling that someone was always lurking just out of sight, waiting for me to slip up. My thoughts kept drifting back to Keith. He was there—somewhere in the back of my mind—like a shadow, just out of reach but always there, like the echo of a bad memory. 

The sun sank lower, painting the sky with streaks of orange and pink, I found myself walking toward the edge of camp, away from the laughter and the noise. I needed to breathe, to get away from everyone and everything. I felt bad, not more or so depressed but bad, I didn’t do anything wrong though? Why am I feeling this way if all I did was wake up? Maybe that was the problem, maybe me just being here was the problem all along. I didn’t even notice when I walked up to a tree somewhere on the outskirts of camp. 

I let out a long breath, hoping the air would clear my mind, but it didn’t. It never did. My eyes shifted to the campfire, far off into the distance. It was cold. I missed the warmth from the campfire, the heat from the flame warm against my skin.  There had to be something else, something I could focus on that didn’t tie me to this dark place. But every time I tried, my mind circled back to the same fears, the same dread. It was like a storm inside me, relentless and impossible to ignore. The feeling of the shadows wrap around me, covering me like some shield. I pulled my knees up to my chest, hiding my face in my arms.

I want to disappear.

“Hey is anyone over there?” I looked up to see a camper, she had blunt bangs and glasses. Her hands were cupped against her mouth, making whatever she was shouting louder for me to hear. I immediately got up from my spot, brushing myself off as I walked over. “oh hey, just uh…needed some air to breathe?” I said, my voice a little higher pitched then normal.

The camper blinked at me, clearly not expecting that response. “Yeah? Well, you might want to breathe a little quieter next time, or someone’s going to think you’re dying out here.” Her voice was sharp but oddly casual, like she wasn’t fully invested in the idea of small talk. I had expected her to keep walking, maybe even roll her eyes at my awkwardness, but she just stood there, watching me with a raised brow.

“Not dying, just... drowning in my own thoughts,” I muttered, quickly regretting it. "But hey uhm…I mean, it's not like anyone cares about that anyway, right?"

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling slightly, but she didn’t shoot back some snarky remark like I expected. Instead, she just gave me a look that said she wasn’t entirely convinced, but also not entirely interested in making me feel worse. Right, 'cause it's totally normal to just let your brain run wild like that. Must be so easy to ignore the chaos," she said, with a sardonic edge. There was a moment of silence, before she sighed dramatically, almost like she was annoyed with herself. “Look, I'm not here to lecture you, but whatever mess you're swimming in, don't think you're the only one who’s drowning.”

She paused, and for the first time, her gaze softened, if only just a little. “But hey, everyone needs air sometimes. Just... don't stay out here too long, or you might catch a cold. And then you’d really be miserable.” Her voice was still blunt, but it didn’t feel quite so harsh anymore. I walked with her back to the campfire, she waved me off before going to sit somewhere else. I didn't see Keith, surprisingly.  I sat back down by the fire, I tried to push the feeling of unease away, but it lingered, like a shadow I couldn’t shake. The embers crackled in front of me, casting flickering orange light over the ground, but even their warmth didn’t seem to reach the cold that had settled in my chest. I glanced around the fire, noting the others talking and laughing, the familiar sound of camp chatter that I’d been trying to avoid all day. But nothing felt normal anymore, not even the crackle of the fire.

I wasn’t sure when it happened, but at some point, my mind slipped back to the events of earlier that morning. The sharp pain in my stomach still throbbed, a reminder of Keaton’s kick. The way he’d smiled, how his laugh felt like a weight sinking into my chest. And then there was the red tape. I could almost feel it pressing against my mouth again, suffocating me, as if I could never speak, never escape. I could still hear his voice echoing in my mind, mocking, taunting.

I swallowed hard, trying to push the thoughts away, but they clung to me, like dirt on my skin I couldn’t wash off. Maybe if I hadn’t been sleeping outside like that, maybe if I hadn’t looked so... weak, he wouldn’t have done it. Was it my fault? The fear of being seen as less than, as not enough, gnawed at me. But what did Keaton see when he looked at me? Weakness, probably. An easy target.

I rubbed my stomach absentmindedly, feeling the bruise there, trying to ignore the shame creeping up. I shouldn’t have let him get to me. I shouldn’t have let him laugh. But I hadn’t been able to stop myself. I hadn’t been able to do anything.

It didn’t matter. He was gone now, and I was here, still stuck in my own head. I could almost hear the laughter again, reverberating in the back of my mind, like an echo that wouldn’t fade. The shadows of the fire flickered, and for a moment, it felt like I was sinking again—like I was drowning in the feeling of it all. That same helplessness. I didn’t even know if I wanted to fit in here. I didn’t know if I ever had. All I knew was that I couldn’t keep pretending it didn’t matter. That maybe it didn’t hurt.

But even though I knew I wasn’t the only one drowning, I couldn’t help but feel that my weight was heavier than anyone else’s. Everyone else seemed so sure of their place, so sure of who they were. And here I was, stuck in this endless loop of self-doubt, of fear, of wanting to disappear.

The fire flickered one last time, the warmth barely brushing my skin, and I found myself standing up, walking away from it all, needing space, needing air. Away from the noise. Away from everything.

I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I needed to go. To find something, anything, that would take away the feeling of suffocation, even if it was just for a moment.

And maybe that was all I could ask for. Just a moment. A moment where I didn’t feel like I was always drowning.

[judas-of-eris]

Created by my wonderful girlfriend @teknikolor-walters!!

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱JUDAS STELLA ༻⋆。 °⛧

Age: About 16

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: He.. doesn’t want to think about it.

Birthday:

Parentage: Eris, Goddess of discord. (He will not speak of his mother or false father.)

Height: 5’6” (but says he’s 5’8”)

Abilities:

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱UMBRAKENISIS༻⋆。 °⛧

Control over shadows. He’s unsure of how to use it, but he is consistently shrouded in shadow.

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱CHAOS MANIPULATION༻⋆。 °⛧

Charmspeak-like ability. It should not be trusted. Easily abused.

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱SPACE MANIPULATION༻⋆。 °⛧

Notice the spirals in the grass. Notice the spirals in the wood grain. Was the room ever that big before?

Weapon: None (yet ;3)

Likes:

His Rosary

Shepherds Pie

Mocktails

Dislikes:

Cleaning

the smell of lavender

Ripe peaches

Voice Hc/Voice Claim:

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱Appearance༻⋆。 °⛧

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱Connections༻⋆。 °⛧

Friends: @pain-is-forever (…brother?), @the-great-emperor-commodus (father????) @another-argo (my baby my baby… you’re my baby say it to me) @reyno-solis-real (ashamed/afraid)

Lover: None (yet :3)

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱Tags༻⋆。 °⛧

Every roleplay will have its own tag , the name of the other persons account

The important tags are (currently)

#🌀 Cannon - cannonical interactions :3

#🌀 jff - (Just For Fun) . It’s just for funsies :3

#🌀 art - my art tag!! For my boy

#🌀 judascore - general posts that give Judas energy!!

#🌀 Judas facts - it’s in the title

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱Cannon/Official Timeline༻⋆。 °⛧

//hrllo!! Going OOC over here

so for some boundaries,

Feel free to fuck Judas up!! Traumatize him, fix him, etc etc have fun! My only thing Is please do not kill him, wnd if you are going to SERIOUSLY injure him (I.e. amputation or something like that) pls let me know beforehand!!

I am triggered by eye gore so pls none of that heart heart

Me and Jude are both minors!! So no . Like. Sexual content including or about him. Flirting and sex jokes are okay, just don’t take it too far!! Trust your instincts. I am a child

and other important stuff

Judas’s internal monologue will probably include him dealing with some less than great masculinity shit!! Usually having to do with his sexuality and his religion. He WILL be dealing with internilized homophobia, so if you are not okay with that in a thread with me, pls lmk!!

Ping list: @fightingthetoxicalligations @another-argo @radkatzzstuff @the-great-emperor-commodus

[nikenotnikey]

my intro. i guess.

✶ name: nicole… but I prefer cole. Logun.

✶ parentage: nike! Lupa…

✶ powers: so far, all i have is something they like calling ‘victory indictment’ - i can change the outcome of like, a battle or fight or whatever to make me win. takes up a lot of energy though…

I don’t want to tell you, find out yourself.

✶ age: 14 17

✶ friends: i mean there’s so many people here who look cool but im scared to go up to them… social anxiety is a bitch amright? but for now i know this guy named theo !! (@pain-is-forever) he’s really cool and he’s LITERALLY DATING REYNO?!? and argo (@another-argo) !! he helped me decorate my room and he’s chill, cool wings, also gave me a feather

…

✶ appearance: wellll i have wavy brown hair, with blonde highlight, up to my shoulders (though i straighten it. a lot. i mean, i used to, but now all i ever straighten is my raccoon streak.) my eyes are a dark brown which is like the nice kind, like coffee brown, not mud and poop brown, and some acne… not much to note. i’m also chubby which for some reason i HAVE to include here UGH!!! and i wear baggy jeans a lot. and clip on tails. yes, im a furry. deal with it.

Blonde hair to my shoulders, blue-grey eyes, and my white-ish wolf ears… and wolf legs, like another guy you might’ve seen, Reyno. Cole’s obsessed with him.

✶ height: 5’4… #elf 6’11

✶ birthday: july 29! same as reyno solis! EEK! April 20th.

✶ anything else? : i have a cool white wolf that follows me around I LOVE HIM his name is darry and he’ll kill you if you make me mad UPDATE: turns out he’s some sort of weird ass Lupa kid. not the cool kind like rey. he’s hot though… AS A HUMAN NOT A WOLF IM NOT A FREAK. his name is also actually Logun and i’m conflicted as to what i think of him…

also

ts pmo yuzz yuzz yuzz goon goon goon goon

✶ quiet down. Yes, quiet down. You’re so fucking annoying.

ooc stuff under cut!

@radkatzzstuff here… this is my self insert! you might know me as rey (reyno-solis-real) ‘s mod!

Cole speaking: “…”

Logun speaking: “…”

tags: (PLEASE LMK IF YOU WANT TO BE REMOVED. or added.) @glitchyk @pain-is-forever @another-argo @mahloveisyrdrug @little-ghostgirl-31

[little-ghostgirl-31]

Think you the shit? Bitch? You not even a fart

Reyno solis antsy

-100 y/o + only / cursing (🙀) / only for those who know / 999999999999+ spice level 🥵🌶️

Fic request by @radkatzzstuff

Reyno was sitting in the cafeteria in the cohorts when he heard this nasty ass Bleach blonde, bad built butch body hoe talking shit about him from behind his back. Reyno, knowing he was not about to take this shit. Especially from a girl named ‘Emily’. Tf? Like, ain’t no way this bitch really think she can talk when her hair is so blonde she looks bald and you can’t see her eyebrow. Especially since she had a stupid ass slick back bun. She was for real feeling her self into, which is really confident for someone who was wearing tight ass lululemon leggings that were way too small, and a purple shirt. Like…

“ excuse me?! What the actual fuck did you just say about me? “ reyno said, walking up to this jackass. “ oh! Guys looks it’s the furry!! Ha!” Emily said. By the way she said that I can tell that she doesn’t take showers and only uses ten dollar five and bellow Sol de Janeiro knock off as a way to cover up her green aura.

“ oh hell no “ reyno said clenching his fists, holding back everything he had to not slap this bitch in the face. “ you really think your the shit-… “

Reyno said before cutting himself off, he knew he could go off on her, but he also knew damn well that this bitch would run and tell her mum. “ you’re not even a shart!! “ reyno said, biting his lip trying not to laugh. Of course that was a crazy ass come back but it would have to do the job.

Emily’s eyes widened, she was not expecting that. She stayed slightly for a moment before smirking, knowing what the she was gonna say back “ do I think I’m the shit? Of course I’m the shit, I’m the biggest, stinkiest, wettest shit you’ve ever seen!! “

…

She really thought she ate saying that. Reyno raised his eye brow, forget what the first thing, that’s the most crazy come back ever. Damn. “ okay bitch, since you the shit, guess Ima have to flush you, hoe “ reyno responded while grabbing her hair and dragging her to the bathroom. Emily screaming and kicked her legs like a spoiled child. She cried so loud, reyno was getting on his last nerve. “ if you keep crying I’m going to make it worse, I swear to the gods. “ reyno mutters, rolling his eyes

As soon as as reyno made it to the bathroom, he stuffed her into the toilet. Leaving only her head to be seen, as the rest of her body was down the drain, like skibidi toilet. Reyno flushed her down and she screamed “ Nick Eh 30 freaky fanum tax Let him cook tiktok rizz party Thick of it i like my cheese drippy bruh 💀💀 Quandale never fails to ice spice mrbeast kai cenat 😂😂😂😂 Ishowspeed !!!!!!!!!!! “

Reyno rolled his eyes as he started to walk away, but then out of no where. The toilet exploded, a large shit monster crawling from out of it “ IM THE SHITTER BUNNY IM THE SHITTER BUNNY, IM THE SHITTER BUNNY IM THE SHITTER BUNNY !!!!!!!!!!!!!! “ the monster crawled onto the walls with all fours, chasing reyno. But then from heaven. Big dick Randy came and snatched the shitter bunnies ass. Leaving reyno unharmed. Happily ever after

[another-argo]

Argo snuck into a game of capture the flag. It was a stupid idea, and only fun for a few moments. As soon as a seasoned camper saw him, he got screamed at- and sent straight to Chiron.

Last you saw Argo, he was crying- and carrying a box of bandaids.

Now, you don't see him in the Hermes cabin at all, and all of his stuff is missing

@ list (except I've never done this and everyone can interact)

ask if you wanted to be added/deleted ofc! (While my character is mean sometimes, I am very nice and LOVE interaction of ANY KIND!!)

@faceless-bugger @sophia-hunter-of-artemis @to-the-passion-of-song @demigod-jack-hearth @emdabitchass @blood-and-knowledge @karmaismymiddlename-blake @a-son-of-love @reyno-solis-real @emo-mcdonalds-lover @clarisse-la-rue-now

[fightingthetoxicallegations]

Get out of here.

Name: Theodore Woods

Age: 16

Gender: Trans man

Pronouns: He/him

Godly parent: ...Achlys.

Sexuality: Doesn't even matter at this point, I'm taken.

Powers:

-> what, you really thought I'd tell you?

Connections:

-> @the-great-emperor-commodus we've had our... differences, but yeah, he's my dad. Cry about it

-> @literally-tinker-bell my sister whom I love really much and will not let anyone so much as take a hair off her head

-> @the-son-of-the-sun my brother!! And also name twin-

-> @roryandthethorns my sister, I think? She comes around sometimes-

-> @another-argo my absolute best friend in the whole wide world and also my brother too... I still feel bad about what I did.

-> @dad-left-for-the-milk an annoying child someone please get him far away from me

-> @onlymythologypersonincamp like... My friend. She's cool

-> @reyno-solis-real he's my boyfriend, if anything were to happen to him I'd kill everyone and then myself

-> @reluctant-son-of-time my boyfriend as well! I love him to bits and would kill for him

-> @notaeoluschild we've met a couple of times... chill dude.

-> @tearslikeacid my half brother, I'm going to beat up mom for him.

Ooc under the cut!!!

Alright so! Hi, @somebody-insertlyric here with a rp blog of my egdy emo son! First things first, here's the guide to my rp!

Actions will be shown in regular text

"Speech in quotation, with emphasis in bold red if emotional (he got it from his dad)."

Latin or emphasis will be in italics

'Thoughts will be in italics with apostrophes, and if Latin/emphasis were to appear in those it will also be in bold'

"Sometimes he'll hear his sister's voice"

"Or his mortal mother's"

"Or his father's!"

//ooc will be signified by 2 dashes, or appear in the #tags!

#theo suffers — general posting

#I told you not to waste my time. — asks

#shit's going down — end rp

#idk what i'm doing here — ooc posts

Then, a couple of rules rp wise:

* harming him is okay, in any way shape or form, all I ask is you don't kill him

* I will NOT be responding to roleplays that control his actions too much, personally I draw the line at outright making him do or say things

* please please PLEASE no NSFW stuff, he's a minor (and so am I)

Okay, now that that's done, DNI if you're:

* homophobic

* transphobic

* bigoted in any other way

* the fun police /j

Onto the last thing! I may not be very active at times and might forget to respond to roleplays, don't be afraid to @ me! Also, please let me know if I need to tag things, mostly I know I do I just forget easily-

[reyno-solis-real]

”Theo? Hi Theo! I’m Reyno. Why don’t you have ears? Or a tail? Why’s she clearing the area out around the Wolf House? Why do I needa stay safe in here?” Rey fires questions at Theo like bullets, chipper and childish.

“Hey… who are those guys? Is that me?” Rey squinted at some of the pictures he had on the corkboard on his wall - Polaroids of him and his friends, mostly him.

There is a knock at Reyno's door, upon opening it he sees... surprisingly, Theo, with nearly every visible spot of his body covered in bandages, a cast on his right leg, supporting himself on crutches.

"...I may be generalizing here, but you seem like the kinda guy who would know how to stop nearly being turned into minced meat. And I could use the advice. Please?"

@pain-is-forever because I cannot get enough of these two goobers

Rey stared at Theo in shock, looking him up and down.

“Uh- Alright, alright then! Come in, Theo. Seems like you’ve got yourself into a… tense situation, eh?” he laughed nervously, reaching to a cupboard on the far wall of his cabin and getting out a first aid kit.

“Need anything? Just in case?” he holds the first aid kit open to Theo.

[sophia-hunter-of-artemis]

Open starter: tired of this sh-

Sophia had been avoiding everyone as of late. She still went to Molly and Almyra's wedding, and she had a damn good time there, but other than that, she didn't really talk to her friends. Or anyone, for that matter. Sometimes, she had to leave to go on hunting trips with the other hunters of Artemis, but she could have at least said something. Maybe an Iris message if she didn't have the time.

Regardless, you either specifically went looking for her or, for some reason, ended up peeking your head in the Artemis cabin. A few of the other hunters were there, but not many. Thalia, Artemis, and the rest were just about ready to leave. Sophia only really came back to go grab some extra stuff. One of them just decided to stay and wait for Sophia to zip up her backpack. She actually looked pretty happy for once. She didn't seem so stressed about all the big problems she kept having. It was like the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders, allowing for a joyful respite before she would have to pick it back up again. She tried her hardest not to think too hard about the things that she normally worried about. That would spoil the mood. She was going to try her best to savor this.

@the-great-emperor-commodus @another-argo @cxmetcxtcher @vengeful-n-vicious-child-of-zeus @nobilisofnorway @hasfuckedagod-willfuckoneup @reyno-solis-real @reluctant-son-of-time

[radkatzzstuff]

new artstyle ermmm just try and yeah

@diemonts the hair is inspired by you be proud. also because you wanted to be tagged in reyno stuff

[faceless-bugger]

[!!NEW INTRO!!]

Ever since four years ago, when Bee Boggs was banned, Camp Half-blood has been having a strange 'presence', in the woods.

It's been named many many things, such as;

'The living shadow'

'The all seeing'

'The creature of the woods'.

'The thing of the trees'

But it's more commonly known as; 'The overseer of the forest.'

We've gathered little photo evidence, but here's what we have so far.

Campers have also reported seeing eyes in their shadow, staring at them. What is it? We have no idea.

We assume it has some connection to Nyx, or Demeter, perhaps, but we're unsure.

That is all for this report.

BORING!

That's what they call me, eh? Cool! I'm Bee! Bee Boggs! The first ever person to be banned from Camp Half-blood? That's me! My relations to the gods? I am a champion of Nyx, and devotee to Demeter! My parentage is unimportant. But! You wanna know more? Alright! Just listen up. I'm 20 years old, born on October 19th, 2004. My favorite color is neon green, and black. I was born into a gladiator pit, and saved when I was around 7. The reason for my banishment is none of your business, and my pronouns are He/They. My friends? Ive got a few. Theres @yo-its-reisel , shes practically my little sister. @emdabitchass , Em is.. Something. Interesting. @another-argo.. Argo.. I don't know what's happening to them, but if you hurt them I'll actually kill you. Powers? Oh, yes! I've got some. I can't summon plants. Or, at least.. Living ones. In the darkness, or woods, I can distort myself to look like some sorta monster! Perfect for scaring people out of my forest! I can shadow-travel, and I can turn into a shadow! I can also see everything that happens in the woods. And a few other forests, mostly Florida, my home, and here, of course. I can also give people nightmares if they piss me off. And lastly, I can turn into an owl, moth, spider, and a cat! All the pictures were taken by my bestie Reisel!

(All photos sourced from Pinterest)

And I'm sure there's more, but I'm outta time! Send an iris message!

I remade my intro! And tags-

All posts: #bee does stuff

Asks: #ask the creature

General: #cryptid things

Tags: #summon the overseer

OOC: #irl bee is talkin

RULES ‼️

PLEASE do not vent unless it's a post specifically about venting. It makes me uncomfortable, and I do not know how to comfort people. And for other, more personal reasons.

If you sympathize with Jack, that's fine, but I don't, and if you choose to stop interacting with me for that, go ahead, just please don't try to convince or force me to as well. I'm still trying to process this whole thing.

No NSFW things, please! I'm still a minor, and I find it kinda creepy when people tag me in/ask me NSFW things.

Don't force your beliefs on me. I believe in the Greek gods, and that's that.

Doing ANY of these, will get you blocked.

And now.. MY FRIENDS!

@emdabitchass

@smileyalater

@yo-its-reisel

@another-argo

@reyno-solis-real

@reyna4ever

And so many more!-

Do you dare interact with the creature?

DNI LIST‼️

Transphobes, homophobes, racists, pedophiles, zoophiles, sexists, and basically anyone society would consider an asshole!

And.. Jack Hearth. /gen

[little-ghostgirl-31]

Um…

@radkatzzstuff

[fightingthetoxicallegations]

A bit after Rey woke up in the morning and ate his breakfast (half of Commodus’ food supply), he decided to go back to Theo’s room and draw something on the whiteboard while Theo was gone.

He picked up the red marker.

DON’T DO IT. YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH STUPID STUFF ALREADY, MUTT.

Nah… I’m gonna do my own thing.

He drew with shaky hands - a heart, and then wrote:

Dearest Theo, You’ve already figured it out by now. If you want to accept my advances, come see me in the backyard, near the woods. Y’know, the flower garden.

-@reyno-solis-real

//screams yippee ily

Theo woke up after Rey, seeing the other guy gone, he just assumed he left and they'd meet again sometime soon. Or at least he hopes it'd be soon. He goes to the bathroom, just to change into his day clothes, brush his teeth and all that.

When he comes out, he sees the whiteboard has changed. There's a heart. And a message. He goes to read it and freezes when he realizes what's happening.

This can't be. It's a joke, right? A cruel prank. Rey is way out of his league, there's no way he'd settle for someone like him!

Either way, he decides to show up, just to see if it's true. Deep down, he hopes it is. Deep down, he wishes this isn't a joke. But wait- what about Xan? Xan's pretty cute too... ugh, he's going to have to be honest with Rey about this if he wants the entire thing to work out. And he really, really wants this to work out. But- But what does he even do? They're both so- ugh.

He puts on new clothes. Fresh ones, maybe not as much his style as usual, but he just wants to look nice. He even brushes his hair and covers up his scars with makeup- at least the ones on his face, the hands are a... weird place to put makeup on. So he decides to wear fingerless gloves. They cover most of the more nasty scars, so it should be good, right?

He grabs the wooden block from his pocket and stares at it. "Pray for me, Andrea." Then, he puts it back into his pocket and goes to brush his teeth again, put an additional layer of deodorant on and walks out of the palace.

He arrives at the spot and looks around anxiously, awaiting his inevitable doom.