Obsessive-procrastinator - Elliott (Obsessive_Procrastinator)

i reached the end of the valgrace tag on ao3. what do i do with my life now.

jason grace being a cuddler because of his time with the wolves, where they would bury him at the bottom of cuddle puddles in the pack to make sure he didn't get frostbite. leo valdez being a cuddler because he's horribly touchstarved and has been since like 8-9. theres no little spoon/big spoon they face each other while cuddling and are wrapped in a million blankets. jason is overheating but also leo hasn't been this happy since he was in the second grade so neither cares.

Absolutely feral for this shit, I love it

me when characters (nico) that canonically have ptsd

drawn on my PHONE again i hate ibispaint (4 hours)

there’s so many revival jason ideas that i love so much, but the one i’m most obsessed with is where jason “comes back” because his life is now connected to leo’s

basically the “life force” or whatever you want to call that’s weaker gets connected to the one that’s stronger. the usual idea i have for this is that leo gets some item that can do this and after a little oopsie, jason is back

and because jason is still technically dead, he can’t die. he get get tired and fatigued if he doesn’t eat or looses blood, but he can’t die. someone could rip out his heart and he’d still be alive, or rather “alive”. he can only die if leo dies

for the most part, it’s an acceptable situation for the both of them. however, there is one issue

jason doesn’t see any problem with it. he already protects leo with his life. now, he can do it and actually be protecting his life. but now things are different. he can’t die. he can throw himself into dangerous situations and come out alive. he can do risky moves that he’d normally never think of doing. he’s not risking anything. he can come out alive. he’s now even more of a weapon than he was before

for the most part, leo also has no problem with it. he finally has jason back. he knows that he’ll never be without him again. also, he has more respect for his life, knowing that it’s not just his own, but also jason’s. it’s a little nerve wracking when in fights with monsters, but he knows he has people around to help him out. but… then there’s jason’s new recklessness. jason already had little regard for his own life. now, he has even less regard for his safety. it causes leo great distress. sure, jason can’t die, but he can still get hurt. he can still be in pain. what if something happened to him? what if he was hurt so badly that he can’t call for help? what if he’s laying there feeling that pain for hours? he loves jason so much. it hurts him to see the man he loves have so little regard for his well being. it hurts him to see him get hurt time and time again

On the second or third day of the Battle of Manhattan honestly, Will Solace couldn’t tell anymore. The memories of those days blurred together like a smeared painting. All he knew was that he had genuinely believed he would die there. Not in some noble, heroic blaze of glory, but clobbered to death by a cyclops wielding a giant wooden club, far enough from his siblings—dead or alive—that none of them would see it happen.

He still remembered holding the limp hands of little Kylie from Demeter, ten years old, obsessed with flowers and Star Trek—even though he’d spent way too much time arguing that Star Wars was superior. Her hands were cold, slick with blood. Her glazed-over eyes stared at nothing, lost in the fog of shock and blood loss.

Will had reached inside himself, instinctively trying to summon healing magic like he always did. But there was nothing. Just emptiness. His usual reserve was gone bone dry, like a well in the middle of a desert long since forgotten.

Most of his siblings were dead now, except for Austin, Kayla, and Jasmine. There used to be twelve of them. Two never made it off the Williamsburg Bridge. The rest were taken by monsters in the chaos of the city streets.

Travis Stoll had been assigned to guard the medics by Jasmine,  head counselor now, by default. But he was busy fending off another cyclops. That left Will, defenseless, magicless. kneeling in a pool of blood, trying to tie a tourniquet on Kylie’s leg with trembling hands.

Guess we’ll all be partying in Elysium together, Will thought grimly, watching the shadow of the club rise over him.

Then, impact never came.

Nico di Angelo burst from the shadows like a knife through smoke. All sharp angles and shadows, the son of Hades was silent and fast, his Stygian Iron sword catching no light from the burning sun. He danced around the cyclops with eerie precision, dodging its every swing, slashing at tendons and knees. The club never touched him. He moved like a blade himself, calculated, deadly. And finally, with one clean thrust, he brought the monster down and finished it off, its body dissolving into dust with a hiss.

Will stared, wide-eyed and a little breathless.

“Thank you,” he managed, cradling Kylie as Nico approached, sword still in hand, back to the sun. “I’d shake your hand, but…” He looked down at his blood-soaked arms. “As you can see, I’m a bit occupied.”

Nico gave a small nod, expression unreadable.

Will couldn’t stop looking at him. The black hair falling in uneven strands across his face, the tired eyes, the quiet way he moved like he was used to being forgotten. He was beautiful, broken-glass beautiful. And maybe it was the adrenaline, or the near-death experience, but Will felt something twist in his chest. Something warm. Something terrifying.

“You need anything else?” Nico asked, his voice quiet.

Will blinked out of it. Kylie was now staggering off toward the Empire State Building, a square of ambrosia clutched in her hand.

“No,” Will said. Then, impulsively: “Wait. If you ever… get hurt. Or need patching up or anything—I mean, obviously, I’m the best medic at camp.”

Nico raised an eyebrow. “Obviously.”

“I’m just saying,” Will said quickly, trying not to sound too eager. “You can ask. I’d help. Any time.”

Nico gave a short, almost imperceptible nod, then turned, already melting back into the shadows.

Will watched him go, heart pounding, and wondered when exactly dying turned into falling in love.

And then I'm like "oh no what could have possibly happened to my skin?????"

bad day? long day? overwhelmed? confused? tired? bored? sad? everything feels weird and bad and you don’t know why? pick at your skin for at least an hour. you surely will not regret picking at your skin for at least an hour. because there are no consequences or open wounds. picking at your skin for at least an hour: try it today. no refunds.

leo and jason but they actually met before gaea

a young jason, having to venture outside of camp for the first time for a quest, running face first into a boy in the middle of the streets. hes scrawny and scruffy and not fit to be a true roman, but his fingers move quicker than his rapidfire mix of curses, apologies, and insults as he picks up the things that fell out of his backpack in the collision.

a young leo, running away from yet another home, colliding with a boy that acts like hes the first human hes seen in months. he's not sure whether to be annoyed or confused as the boy questions him on the very basic contents of his bag with his head tilted like some sort of stupid golden retriever. the new kids accent is thick, one he could barely understand, but he tries to answer the dumb questions as best he can.

jason follows leo, deciding the new boy to be his guide in an unfamiliar world. he shows him new and interesting things, colorful and exotic things he's never seen before. new places, new people. jason decides he must be divine in some way. he's distraught when he finishes the quest and has to leave. leo shared things jason could barely fathom, then it was yanked away, leaving a burning hole in his mind and heart and scalding marks on the hands he had guided.

leo leads jason, which was not his intention at first. he shows him normal things, the places where the security cameras or locks are broken, the place where the staff gives him freebies, the public library with computers you could play and code games on, all things leo had known about for years, but jason stares at him like a worshipper stares at a god, filled with awe and adoration. he wakes up one day, and jason isn't there anymore, leaving nothing but a fleeting memory, brushed away with the wind.

Maybe they don’t have much canon chemistry but can you IMAGINE if the prophecy about the world ending to either storm or fire centered those two people and they were in love with each other

shhh dont cry. jason sticking his fingers into an electrical socket while making direct eye contact with someone who's just said a really bad joke

im sorry, WHAT?