BIO, STATS + PERSONALITY. CONNECTIONS +
WANTED. PINTEREST. ACCEPTANCE POST.
hi cuties !!! it’s lenny :) for those who know me, hey <3 if you don’t, i go by she/they and i’m in the est tz if it helps ........ uh my pages are not awesome, and my connection ideas are awful, but i LOVE brainstorming and plotting and headcanons so don’t be afraid to reach out to me here or on discord ( billy loomis’s baby mama#6236 ) i’m just awaiting being added to the server so i can cause a ruckus x okie smooches x
› 001. how did your muse find out about being a demigod, and how did they react?
somehow, in some weird way, jax was unsurprised. it felt right. it felt okay. the news he was awaiting finally came, that the isolation and abnormality he felt were only in anticipation for what was to come. he knew he was special; adults in his life showered him with praise since he could mumble words. but to a young boy, beginning to resent his intelligence, it shined a beacon of hope. he wondered if he was destined to become a great hero, a marvel of history, that maybe this was the beginning of his incredible odyssey with great things to come. ( obviously, that turned out great. )
› 002. how does your muse’s mortal family feel about them being a demigod?
jax is unsure how his father feels about anything, cloak of emotional cloudiness between the two his whole life. he’s sure his dad feels resentment towards his son, barely mentioning athena past the initial discussion. he wonders if he were normal, born of a mortal mother, if his dad would be more affectionate, more proud. his dad feels as if jax didn’t have to work for anything, like he had to, and that he’s wasting his great mind. jax feels his dad wishes he never kept his son in the first place, maybe even regretting meeting athena, and the relationship between the two is kept formal. a piece of him wondered the day he was told the news why his dad raised him in the first place, if he had resented athena so much, and if he was too different from humans to coexist happily at home. his sister is unaware, as is his step-mother.
› 003. when did they get claimed by their godly parent?
when he turned ten, he was claimed by his mother, athena. sent to camp to train, the goddess had high hopes for her intelligent spawn, claiming him so he could coexist in athena cabin with the other demigods. he recalls the owl symbol appearing over his head, her long distance way of saying you’re mine, followed by the arrival of several envelopes. all the interaction occurred over letters and writing, papers jax had to comb out of the trash to keep.
› 004. did they attend a camp?
he attended camp half blood each summer in between his boarding school days, a place he loved since his arrival. never quite popular, a know-it-all of a teenager, he found friends who understood him and his abilities better than anyone before could.
› 005. was your muse ever sent on any quests?
jax traveled on quests mostly at the request of athena, a brain power to get through the stragetic bumps of the quests. they were usually small, ones where small bits of combat were needed, but usually, he was smart enough to prepare protection amulets beforehand, allowing them to travel short distances safely before attracting monsters.
› 006. what’s their relationship with their godly parent?
the relationship between jax and athena is . . . complicated. she expected greatness from him, a great trophy son, but the need for independence and emotional approval led him to instead resent everything she wanted of him. he doesn’t know much of her anymore, not speaking with her for a while, mostly because he haven’t much to share. he secretly wishes she’d check on him more, encourage him, but his pride scorned any relationship they began.
› 007. your muse’s favorite part about being a demigod?
he loves his genius intelligence, how easily he can recite his notes and test answers, memorize schematics and fit pieces together. everything was so simple and straight-forward growing up. even now, he barely opens his textbooks if only to read them aloud to memorize.
› 008. your muse’s least favorite part about being a demigod?
the same things he loves he detests. he’s developed an imposter syndrome. the work he’s done is not his own; it’s simply his mother’s, his demigodlyness, his inheritance. he’s not special as a child of athena. in the world of the gods, he is another spawn, but in the mortal world, he is a genius. he only wishes sometimes he was left unclaimed, because then he’d be extraordinary.
› 009. what’s your muse’s weapon and battle proficiency?
jax is without a weapon and without a single ounce of battle knowledge. he learned the basics of archery through his camp days, but since at eonia, he hasn’t touched a sword, bow or knife. violence is unfitting to him.
JAX WAS THE CLOSEST thing to a brotherly type of bond he’d ever had, even beyond the whole sibling bullshit of being a demi-god, he found several similarities with the boy….beyond their names. smart, calculated, wealthy, they seemingly blended together well even if jax was a little more emotional than dax. he appreciated him, and once he returned back to eonia, he felt loads better with his best friend back on campus again. “they also curve the hoop to make it nearly impossible to make a shot, don’t take it too personally.” daxton informed him friend with a shrug, a smile soon forming at his friend’s words, “oh just you wait until the fireworks show, they spell your name in the sky, welcome back jax!!!” and he pans his hands up to the sky to frame it with a elegant swoop before laughing, clapping the boy on the shoulder, “for real though, i’m glad you’re back.”
“ hmm, they curve the hoop. makes sense. the games are made to make the most money, “ jax considers, earning a wimpy key chain as a prize for his efforts. his mind muses over the millions of ways to raise the difficulty level, most of which unnecessary, but it feels unsurprising that dax would know. call the man what you may, but jax held a lot of admiration in his heart. “ well, good thing someone’s glad. “ yeah, he’s being dramatic. there was one or two slight hiccups, despite a warm welcome, but his pessimism claws its way up, even at a carnival. “ i don’t know why i’m feeling like i’ve been gone forever. it’s been, like, two months, but it feels weird, y’know ? “
she’s trying to pay attention , she really is but history has never been something to keep vi’s interest. not most of the times at least and certainly not with the origins of carnivals. the reason as to why they exist isn’t one she cares to ponder over, focus mainly on enjoying as much as she can from it. nonetheless, the smile on her face is still genunie as she catches snippets here and there from what jax is saying. “wait, burlesque shows?” she repeats, something managing to pique her interest, “well, that’s a shame. imagine how cool it’d be if there was a burlesque show going on now - or even better, being able to perform in one!” she pauses for a moment, letting the rest of what he says process. “outdo the eiffel tower? that sounds crazy. don’t get me wrong, i’m all for a good carnival but i don’t see how it could ever be at the same level of the eiffel tower.” hazel eyes shift from jax to the line as it moves forward, anxious to step foot in the game. gaze focuses back on him, noting a shift in his demeanor but deciding to remain silent about it. “no, no. i’m intrigued - shocking, i know,” she laughs. “honestly? not much.” somewhat a lie. her personal life was a mess but that wasn’t something she wants to get into in the middle of a line with a crowd full of strangers ease dropping. “just the same old routine - classes, rehearsal, work. we’re getting close to opening day, which is exciting, and the cutest new pieces are hitting the store which i keep hiding for myself once i get paid. no new roles - yet,” she smiles, “what about you? how does it feel to be back?
he couldn’t piece the words together, but the thankfulness in jax’s chest swells seeing his friend’s encouraging smiles. he knows he’s exhausting, the constant info-dumping and niche interests, but knowing he had someone, multiple people in fact, willing to listen ... it’s an irreplacable feeling. “ burlesque shows, “ he nods, reciting the statement a third time between the two. he could imagine one at eonia’s own carnival, the greek demigods blessed with an ambiguous adoration for what would be labeled ‘scandelous’ at other universities. “ i mean, if i’d never seen a ferris wheel before, i’d be quite shocked. it was before airplanes and just after the skyscraper, so heights were probably exciting. “ listening to virginia speak about herself soothes him, soaking in the information and creating a mental note to purchase tickets for opening day as soon as he can. the teasing yet causes him to smile, but he can barely keep up appearances when the topic is switched onto him. “ overwhelming, kind of. my return was kind of sudden, so it’s a lot to try and catch up to everyone. some people are easier to grasp than others. “ he pauses to step forward in line and scratch the back of his neck. “ but good. i’m doing good. “
When I get angry, I knit. For real. While I’m knitting, I try to picture it in my head. Smashing things and yelling at people. Stuff like that. That helps me calm down.
location & when: game alley & first night of the carnival
she’s lost yet another game, but she’s pulling him along to another one, bumping her hip against his. ❛ jonathan, it’s the first day, we’re seeing all of this for the first time. you can at least act like you’re having some aspect of fun, you depressing little shit. what else were you going to be doing tonight??? build legos??? ❜ she’s opening up her wallet for him again, a common trend in their friendship. at least now liya’s doing it because she genuinely enjoys his company versus a feeling of guilt ― call it a relationship development that not even she could’ve seen coming.
jax has never heard legos used in a derogatory way until now, an odd surprise considering the creative insults strewn about at camp. it’s almost endearing of liya to use his interests as a personal attack; although, his optimistic look is quickly bulldozed by his negativity urging him to escape the crowds of students. “ actually, i’m almost finished with my homemade lego tree house. maybe i’ll drop out of college to become a lego master. “ his eyes snap to the wallet, neither encouraging the generosity nor disduading it. “ can we at least play skee ball ? i think i’m good enough at it to win. “ the statement is reminiscent of a child asking their parent to have an extra hour of screen time, only aided by the charity liya is offering.
“ travelling carnivals actually originate from the 1893 chicago world’s fair, where there was a small area called the midway plaisance with games, freak shows, even burlesque shows. spicy. it created the term midway and featured the original ferris wheel. though, it seemed to have been built to try and outdo the eiffel tower, which sounds insane, but actually — “ paused. jax makes eye contact with a few students surrounding them in line, stopping his history lesson in its tracks. the self-awareness overcomes his excitement to explain it to virginia while they queue up for the house of mirrors, and so he shakes his head, inserting an apologetic smile. there’s a sense of guilt; he disappeared for a few months only to reappear in everyone’s lives, and a foreigness appears despite eonia being home. “ sorry, that’s not important. what is important is what you’ve been up to. any new exciting roles to learn ? “
there’s a comforting warmth in losing, a reminder that old dogs don’t learn new tricks. agility is a blessing to some athena children, but jax never received such blessing, to put it kindly. basketball reminds him of american jocks, letterman jackets shoving chess players, like himself, against metal lockers, so his reason for choosing the game ? the shortest queue time. after making one basket out of five, he laughs, tilting his head to the side. “ i could explain to you the physics of basketball, but i guess knowing theory and putting it into action are two different things, huh ? ” if it weren’t for jax’s diazepam lifting the mood, he would’ve departed hours ago. well, that, and running into dax. “ i can’t believe they threw a whole carnival to celebrate my return, ” he attempted to joke, inflection mirroring that of a class presentation.
“ and so what if i want to go home and finish my project ? what’re you gonna do ? murder me in my sleep ? “ now in the second day, the carnival has fulfilled all of jax’s wishes. cotton candy, rollercoasters, stall games; he did it all. his drafting table continues to call to him, his bed beckoning him with its soft warmth. being boring is his strength, but adelaide is constantly there to shatter his dreams. as if on cue, while his attention was fixed on his friend, wondering if she would murder him in his sleep, he crosses paths with a metal pole. he feels a strong pressure-filled-pain in his nose, hand moving to wipe what he assumes is snot. spoiler: it’s not. “ you gave me a fucking nose bleed, addie ??? see, if i stayed home, i’d be perfectly safe without a nose bleed. “ unsure of how to proceed, he slides off his flannel to use as a tissue.
THIS WAS STUPID, BEYOND STUPID, but the minute shiloh’s blissed out mind focused in on jax…there wasn’t much stopping her feet from heading his way. amongst on the colorful lights, she still could zone in on him, and as soon as she was close enough she tapped him on the shoulder with one hand while the other picked off some cotton candy and popped it into her mouth, “hey stranger.” the blonde cooed as she batted her doe-like eyes up at him, “you want to go on the ferris wheel with me? i’ve been dying to go all night but, haven’t found the right ride buddy…well, until now.” she explained, sucking the remaining crystals of sugar off her thumb as her head fell to the side.
a child of athena had never been so possibily foolish, so weak to his own enchanated brain. seeing shiloh, a million separate voices in his head told him to abort the mission. run away and never come back. he knew of the pain he suffered in her own two hands, the emotional anguish she put him through, not once, but twice. and still, he’s cemented in his spot, blankly staring back at the blonde. her lips plump against her thumb was of no help either, his mind weak and meandering. “ i guess so, “ he offered with a shrug. neither enthusiastic nor antagonistic, he once again was dragged along for the ride. in his typical fashion. “ i was about to head out, but i’ll hit one more ride and then i’m exiting. “
where: somewhere amongst the concessions
with: @eujax·
it’s the whatever night of the carnival, and anaïs isn’t completely here. physically, maybe, but it’s been about five hours since she’s started partying and there’s only been a lull right now. and the only reason for that is because she’s drunk and hungry. she doesn’t see him at first, but he appears in her line of vision, illuminated by the bright neons of these cheesy food trucks. she thinks perhaps under different circumstances, she’d still be avoiding him. but she doesn’t. no. “hi,” she says, simply, though, it’s very clear to see she’s attempting to fake sobriety. “i should be still upset with you.” it’s not a pointed statement, just an observation, perhaps a bit slurred. “but– tonight, i think i can get over it for a bit. only… if you get me a funnel cake. do we have a deal?”
there’s a thousand different words jax imagined saying to anaïs, a hundred different moments he still wishes to share with them, but they still render him speechless with a simple hi. or it’s the overwhelming amount of weed he’s smoked that day, still not stopping even into the night. “ i love funnel cake, “ is his short reply. he suddenly forgets the massive pile of kabobs he finished eating twenty minutes ago as well as his current destination of his bedroom, because even if it's a drunken hunger driving her, he's thankful for the moment. as they joined the line, he broke the silence the only way he knew how. “ did you know they’re one of the first american fried foods ? and also, it’s named a funnel cake because the batter is poured through a funnel to make it’s silly little shape. “ yes, he did read up on carnival facts before the first day, and no, there was no limit to who he’d tell them to.
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