Will thought he was texting the cute cloud nymph that he met at camp half blood. But it turned out to be the wrong number, instead he texted some random person. Nico ment to text Hazel and tell her he was at camp Jupiter, but he presses the wrong number and ends up outing camp Jupiter to a mortal. Until this "mortal" asks him if he means the Roman training camp, and they realize they're both demigods. It all just kinda escalates from there.

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[Complete] Sophie is a normal elf, with blue eyes and average abilities. She is a telepath and a polyglot, her two abilities the only special thing about her. Her biological parents are Grady and Edaline, and her sister is Jolie. The Neverseen and the Black Swan don't exist; all members are still alive, and their secret identities (such as Forkle, Granite, Umber, etc) don't exist. Tam and Linh were banished but made it back to the Lost Cities early, and Marella is not a pyrokinetic. (credit for the cover to @/l004p on tumblr!) PSA: If you see me responding to a comment, it's for one of a few reasons. Either you're being a jerk, your comment was irritating/straight up wrong, or you asked me a question/were confused about a detail. if you think your comment qualifies as the first two, don't make the comment! if you get a response from me and you weren't asking a question, then that's why! happy commenting darlings, I hope you remember this xoxo

By Skye and Cloud <333 Basically the title :D

This is literally just pjo fanart and comics I have saved in my camera roll lolll

where I find out who sent me secret messages! MADE ON WATTAPAD!!!!!

100 FOLLOWERS!!!! WOOHOOOO!!!! NOW 200!!!! OMG!!!

He saw her only twice. Once when he passed her on the street. And once that night on the news - listed as missing. At first, she's just a face he can't forget. A girl who stood still while the city rushed past. A stranger whose eyes lingered in his mind longer than they should have. But when the broadcast calls it a kidnapping, forgetting stops being an option. As the days pass and the leads grow colder, he begins to notice things no one else does - a detail in the footage, a pattern in the streets, a silence that feels intentional. The police move on. The city forgets. He doesn't. Because somewhere between coincidence and obsession, he realizes something terrifying: He might be the last person who truly saw her. A quiet, slow-burning mystery about strangers, guilt, and how one moment of noticing can turn into a search that consumes everything. ~This story is meant for Wattpad only. If you are reading it anywhere else it is copywrited and should be reported immediately.~