#✎ ; universe / timeline ── ❛ i didn’t want to be a half blood ❜ ── percy jackson and the olympians

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@okeancs sent: ❝ i’ve made my decision. ❞ // From kronos!percy to Ophelia

THE TITAN’S DAUGHTER RAISED A BROW at the Son of Poseidon as these words were spoken, and she tilted her head in an expression of the enormous CURIOSITY which now feasted ravenously upon her soul. Her hands came to rest upon her hips, gaze stubbornly refusing to leave Percy’s own.

            〝     — and your decision is … ?

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ADJUSTING TO HER NEWFOUND IDENTITY AS A DEMIGOD OF UNKNOWN PARENTAGE has been a HERCULEAN TASK, but Ophelia has somehow managed to do just fine nevertheless. After all, the kids in the Hermes cabin had welcomed her with open — albeit wary — arms despite her status as an unusually old new arrival, and she’d taken to her training like a fish to water. All in all, it was the best possible outcome for a very shitty situation.

                               Happy to find a familiar face while wandering the property of camp, Ophelia plopped down on the soft grass next to Annabeth, setting a book of her own atop her lap. Her bright blue eyes survey the child of Athena curiously before she nods, letting out a soft hum of acknowledgement.

“Yep!” She responds, her back settling against the tree whilst she speaks. “I was wondering — are weird dreams a demigod thing? I usually shift at night because of my curse and all that jazz, but last night I had some hella crazy nightmares instead for the first time in years. Is that normal for us demigods?” Annabeth seems like the type of person who would know.

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annabeth is sitting under the shade of a tree, a book in her lap. it's odd that she finds herself unable to read, too lost in her own thoughts to even focus on the words on the page. she's looking, but she isn't processing. a part of her almost wants to put the book down and curl into a ball and cry, but her body doesn't let her, her mind running through a million different scenarios before it can even think about settling on something long enough to focus on it.

she doesn't notice someone approaching her until they're close by, and she blinks into focus. she sets her book down on the grass and stretches, glancing aside to see if it's percy. to her surprise, it's not, but she isn't perturbed by it. "ophelia, were you looking for me?"

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OPHELIA STARED AT PERCY uncomprehendingly, struggling to process the conversation at hand. Even amidst all that she had experienced because of the CHRONSTURN CURSE, this situation seemed way too bizarre to be true.

“Wait—” When Ophelia finally did speak after a silence so long that she feared she’d forgotten how, the word came out as a guttural squeak. “Are you…” She paused and took a deep breath, struggling to calm her racing heart. “…are you saying that the gods are real? Like, the Greek gods?”

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@stygicniron sent: "It's an honor to meet you." @ Abraham Lincoln?

IT FEELS STRANGE BEING IN HIS TEENAGE BODY again. One moment, Abraham is placing his hand atop the Bible to be sworn in as PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES; the next, his whole world is turned upside down as he’s UNCEREMONIOUSLY flung forward into the future, and to make matters worse, he’s now a FIFTY-TWO year old man trapped in the body of his EIGHTEEN year old self.

“I … uh …” FOR ONCE, the INSUFFERABLY TALKATIVE son of Themis is at a loss for words. If Secretary Seward were here to witness this conversation, he’d consider it a JOYOUS occasion indeed! Why, he’d probably APPLAUD Nico for being able to shut Mr. Lincoln up! "...thank you?" Abraham was so very CAUGHT OFF GUARD by Nico's words that his response is more like a question than a statement, because why on the Gods' green Earth would it be an honor to meet him when at least half of his very divided country want his head on a silver platter? "It's, uh, nice to meet you too, Mister ... " He trails off, waiting for the boy to introduce himself.

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“I want to know who you are.”

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BOLD OF HIM TO ASK HER IF SHE HAD ANY IDEA WHAT she was doing here. Ever the type of person to go with the flow of her STUPIDLY CHAOTIC life, most of the time she had absolutely no fucking clue what was going on — especially now that whole ass MONSTERS from literal MYTHOLOGY were attacking her on a regular basis. Sure, she already followed polytheistic mythology as a practitioner of witchcraft, but all this stuff was batshit insane nevertheless. Ophelia shrugged in response to Carter’s question, her hands coming to rest casually upon her hips.

“Looking for help.” Ophelia responded bluntly. “The name’s Ophelia, by the way — Ophelia Chronsturn. Chiron from Camp Half Blood might’ve reached out to you about me a couple of weeks ago; he told me that you magicians might know a thing or two about families with curs—” Despite the fact that this was her ORIGINAL REALITY and she couldn’t jinx herself out of existence here, Ophelia still cut herself off before uttering the dreadful word CURSE out of habit. Ha! Not today, Satan! “—erm, well, families with … generational problems.”

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@historiavn liked for a starter with Carter Kane feat Ophelia !

Demigods are something he is still getting used to. In a world where Egyptian gods truly existed, it never occurred to Carter that the same would also apply to the other mythologies of pantheons. Carter Kane is not a demigod but he comes from a magical and royal bloodline. He might not be the son of a god but the blood of the pharaoh runs through his veins ( Carter is as powerful as a demigod ). The woman in front of him, he couldn’t tell which greek god or goddess is her parent but there was something about her — and Carter couldn’t quite tell what it is. “ So uh— what did you say you were doing here again ? ”