Trio Of Rat Kings

"I was gonna say you're like a son to me.. but you're more than that."

"It ain't that complicated!"

How quickly that shoulder pat of comfort turned into a condescending one.

Concept: Percy and Leo are arguing over the whole burning of Camp Jupiter but their tiff is interrupted by a scream.

The two of them spring apart, instantly on guard and surveying the scene. But neither are prepared for the sight that takes their anger and turns it into sorrow.

Jason.

Jason Grace who had always been in the short time they’d known him, a pillar of strength. A picture perfect image of one who stay composed in any situation.

That picture shattering before all of their eyes as tears cascade down from his.

Jason’s hands grip the sides of the ship like he’s about to leap off. Yet his legs remain frozen in place. He doesn’t respond when they call his name.

For all his attention lays on the burning embers of the only home Jason has ever known. His whole frame shaking with tremors and sparks.

His mouth open whispering something that at first no one can identify. But soon realise is an apology he chants like a mantra.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

Like the way a mother would sing her child a lullaby through a storm.

Leo almost wishes Jason would just turn around and start yelling at him for all of this. It would hurt sure but not as much as seeing him like this is.

Frank and Hazel are upset of course but Camp Jupiter didn’t mean the same thing to them as it did it Jason.

Piper is the first one to walk over and gently puts a hand on his shoulder. It gets his attention but oh does she wish it didn’t when Jason looks at her with haunted eyes.

“It’s all my fault” he whispers with shame colouring his words. She shakes her head, firmly “no no it’s not. It’s not anyone’s fault but those eidolons.”

Jason shakes his head as new tears well up in his eyes. He lifts a shaking hand to the wind that’s billowing around them.

“I can hear them…all of them blaming me.”

Arthur 'tsundere' Morgan

Concept: Just everyone in Camp Halfblood preparing for a full scale Roman invasion. Because by this point Jason’s got his memories back.

And they’re all aware that oh we just accidentally kidnapped one of Camp Jupiters leaders.

We’re royally screwed.

Annabeth’s grilling Jason on his camps about battle tactics and Jason is more then happy to share.

He innocently asks why Annabeth’s suddenly interested in the inner workings of Camp Jupiter.

And the answer completely takes him off guard. He just stares at her strangely before replying that there isn’t going to be any fighting.

“Jason I get you not wanting to fight them. They’re your friends but I highly doubt they’ll feel the same about us.”

“It’s not that. I mean I’d hate to fight them too but there’s not going to be a fight. No one’s coming.”

Everyone looks at Jason like he’s insane because what do you mean no one’s coming?! We’re the enemy and you matter a lot to them.

If anything Jason looks even more confused because sure he’s their leader or rather was at this point.

But that doesn’t mean he mattered to them. There’s no search parties, he can guarantee that and his replacement has surely already been found.

“So what they’re all just gonna pretend like you died” asks his sister, his clearly livid and barely holding herself back from storming Camp Jupiter, sister.

Jason shakes his head because death implies mourning and reminiscing.

Someone else would take credit for reforms he tried to push. All his actions and his feats would never be talked about with a name to place them with.

“It’ll be less like I died and more like I never existed at all” replies Jason with an air of calm acceptance.

Because really he can’t grasp why everyone else is so confused by something he’s known all along.

The battle is over. The war has been won and the good little solider boy has outlived his use.

What’s so confusing about that?

The major arcana is finished!!!!!!!

I'm thinking of getting this printed in a mini zine. If you're interested please let me know since I'm looking for distributers for a copy for myself at least.

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My ko-fi is here

Jason: Hi, it’s me.

Dakota: Hey there he is, there’s our titan slayer. We had every bit of faith in you man. Look at you alive and not dead.

Jason: Yeah I’m not dead which is an awful surprise considering how many of you wrote my obituary yesterday.

Jason: Pre-emptively incase I did die.

Dakota:..Okay who snitched?

Reyna: Wasn’t me.

Jason: But I didn’t so suck on that.

Prinxiety doodle

sometimes you need a break from sad and need to imagine modern au gang having a nice picnic in which they did not invite dutch or micah (who is convincing dutch hes being betrayed right now)im thinking

dutch: they’re probably all out there now…talking to those agents…taking the bribes…

then the camera cuts to arthur sketching bill and cain, who are playing at the other side of the field

hosea is aggressively applying sunscreen to sean because he wont put it on himself

lenny is reading and accidentally eating all the baby tomatoes that are meant for sandwiches

tilly and marybeth are making daisy chains while karen is asleep

john and jack are also asleep and john has wrapped his arms around jack, whos on his chest (abigail has taken 105 pictures and counting). they’ll be knocked out the whole time, they ate so much cookies and cheese and chips/crisps and cakes and sandwiches it was inevitable.

charles is laying on arthur and watching him sketch. hes not asleep though, hes just resting his eyes, trust me.

molly applied her sunscreen and is now getting the tan she deserves. she wonders why she feels so much calmer without dutch there.

there were horses in the nearby field so. you know what kierans up too.

after being attacked with sunscreen (hes irish and ginger, its for his own good) seans making his eighth sandwich with all the toppings. hes also telling everyone about when him and his da would go for picnics, and they find it quite wholesome so they dont stop him until he gets tearful.

sadie is eating strawberries and praying a horse kicks kieran or the farmer shoots him.

javier brought his guitar but hes eating, so he’ll play later. he cant even tell a story because his mouth is full of so much cookie.

miss grimshaw is protecting the food with her life from the pesky ants, seans legs when he constantly gets up and down, and lenny.

strauss is making the most ungodly food combos, he also had a picnic 20-30 years ago that ended in absolute trauma, so he’ll be sure to fill the gang in on that. lovely change from seans story.

uncle wasn’t invited. hes asleep somewhere in the field because he came anyway. he also took a box of cookies. (arthur thinks hes going crazy because he swore he bought another box but its nowhere to be found)

reverend is admiring the scenery, he finds it a good distraction for the early days of staying sober.

abigail is playing photographer for her kind of big instagram following shes not meant to have.

Reblog if you ship Daristair

(((Daristair being Daring CharmingXAlistair Wonderland)

I’m curious how many ship it beyond me.))

this friend group has it all hah