OceanJake

Luke Castellan, mortal Apollo, and Octavian walk into a bar. What happens?

Have u guys read or plan on reading The Burning Maze? I’m on page 70 right now 

IM FREAKING DYING OF HEAT!!!!!!!!!! 
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Headcannon. 
          
          Percy and Annabeth have a kid and my life is complete. 
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It was the second week at Camp Half Blood and I was extremely home sick. The thing was, Camp was amazing. Pretty much everyone was nice to me and the activities weren’t as bad as I thought they would be. I expected to stink at everything but instead I only stunk at the big events like capture the flag and the arena games. I guess being a demigod in general helped me with things like defense practice. 
          
            My 12 year old self lied in bed, restless.
          
            It was about 4 hours past curfew and I decided to go look at the stars. When I went on vacation with my dad, we always went to the places where you could actually see the stars, because living in the big bright city ..we never saw them.
            I got out of my bunk as quiet as humanly possible and walked towards the exit of the cabin. I had forgotten there were 12 locks and a protection spell on the door, so I tip-toed to the widow. I opened it quietly and slid through the opening. My heart suddenly stopped as I felt a hand around my mouth. 
          
            A cold voice whispered, “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” 
          
            I nodded, still scared schistless. I wanted to say something like “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep too?” But I couldn’t really talk sooo..
          
            I heard the dude laugh a little.
            “I respect that you aren’t, carry on.” He let go of me and continued on his way. 
          
            I climbed on the Hecate cabin roof and died.
          
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            Ok I didn’t die, but I most certainly felt like I did. I stared at the stars. I would never get out of bed this late again. But considering I was already out here, I stayed. It would always be a mystery to me as to who let me go that night. There were many rebels at this camp and it could’ve been anyone. I was grateful they let me go, but at the same time, I would’ve appreciated it if they had just said what they had to say instead of scaring me almost to death. 
          
            Though I had to admit, I loved the excitement. 

Okay so since we’re doing headcannons of our characters with different characters give me what you want Cali to do with any of y’alls characters. 
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I don't know, I guess I've been in the mood to write depressing stuff, so, here's another one.
          "Isaac, go to bed." Malcom said.  I turned to look at him, drenched in sweat, "Just 5 more rounds."  "You said that 20 rounds ago!" he reminded me, "Fine." I said, setting down my sword.  He helped me remove my armor and then sent me to bed.  "We're 4 HOURS past curfew man, why were you training so late?"  "Reasons." I said, and he didn't press, smart boy.  It was the Fourth of July, always hated that holiday.  First off, I was in the army trying to prevent that from ever happening, second, fireworks.  I don't know if you know much about me, but explosions...mess with me.  I crawled into my bunk and instantly passed out, who knew being in full armor and fighting a dummy for hours would make you tired?  Now, as you know, demigods have dreams, this one...it wasn't good.  It started off with a rumbling, then a roar, and as I began to see things, I was face-down in the sand.  I could hear, no, not just hear, FEEL the explosions around me.  I gripped my rifle tighter, it was about to get ugly.  The explosions stopped, and then the gunfire began.  I knelt behind my sandbag and began firing.  The tearing sound of the MG-42's was comforting, the screaming of the dead and dying was not.  I could understand all of the words being shouted as the men below me were hit, cries for their mothers, wives, sweethearts, even to god.  I was told to run some ammo down to the machine guns.  Whoever knew that June 6th would haunt me forever?  The firefight went on for a few hours, but the American advance was unstoppable.  I heard my officer scream, "Isaac!  Man that machine gun!"  I dashed off to where it was, and found it on the wall next to the mutilated body of Wilhelm.  I grabbed it from him and went to the firing pit.  Loading a new clip, I began to rain all hell down on those Yanks.  I began to attract fire, but I didn't care, all I had to do was keep them pinned until our Panzers arrived

Guys, I’ve decided to share a scary story with you that my friend shared with me in 4th grade. Read on at your own risk...
          
          
          
          
          
          
          Once there was a village with all bread, but NO butter.
          
          The End 

Guyssssssss I’m boreddddddd
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I’m not writing a depressing headcannon just to let y’all know. 
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