#college demigods

[lilislegacy]

percy, sighing: why are you all in my dorm room

piper: we were bored

hazel: we wanted to see you

nico: we were looking for your blue candy stash

frank, will, and grover: *guiltily looking away from him*

percy: please guys, i had to go to 4 lectures today and took 2 exams. i’m exhausted and just want to go to sleep

leo: ah come on, you know you secretly want to hang out with us

percy: well in about 10 seconds i’m gonna take my pants off, so if anyone wants to stay-

*everyone immediately gets up to leave*

percy: goodnight!

annabeth: leo, i see you crouching behind the mini fridge

everyone staring at him:

leo: what? you’re telling me that none of you are even a little bit curious?

annabeth: get out.

[ki1ldeer]

I need to do a research paper on the correlation between me taking a chemistry class and me drawing Finn being sad

[lykoiii]

thinking of these goobers from a motw campaign me and my friends haven't played in months

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

Bases on this:

I’m an artist guys surprise.

I’m still learning so criticism is welcome just. You know. Don’t be mean.

[justaz]

sally kept the shotgun after the war but now gets celestial bronze bullets from camp and she defends her family and apartment against monsters with it

[thelastspeecher]

On the Discord we were discussing whether Junior (son of Angie and Max) exists in the Olympian Falls AU

I'd love to hear if anyone here was Opinions on that!

[persassy-annabeth-chase]

Leo, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.

Piper, entering the room with a small cut on her ankle: Who the f-

[glassamphibians]

chalice being considered pjo six is so wrong its so fucked actually

[the-heroes-of-argo-two]

Honestly if I was told I needed to get recommendation letters to get into college after saving the world twice I'd simply not go to college what the hell

[bunkernine]

society if hoo had them at uni age and the lost trio went to chb and chiron is like "how tf are ANY of u alive and unclaimed". wilderness was just community college.

[tamaharu]

that college in new rome would not need fucking recommendation letters

[liliansun]

HEY, CUPID! 💘 05 || pretty dumb or what

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[ki1ldeer]

Little doodle thing of older Them™️ because I think about them sometimes (and it’s Finn’s canon birthday today. Happy canon birthday Finn)

[thunderbottle]

nico di angelo rogue + bard college of spirits?

either that or a phantom rogue! one of the campaigns ive been in the longest i play as a phantom rogue and holy shit does it have some Nico Vibes. i hadnt heard of this bard subclass tho i 100% see what you mean, i just think phantom rogue has a lot more fun stuff narratively for him to do! also i mean with traits with names like "ghost walk" and "wails from the grave" and "death's friend".... well

[cerealmonster15]

I have to ask WHY on earth did they turn Flannery into a goldfish??? What did he do to them to make them want to Literally Curse Him??

man. thats a good question. let's see if i have an answer JFKLDSKFLJDS

i'll be real a lot of it was me kinda winging it improv style - i should probs clarify [im not sure how clear i am on artfight lol] that moooost of my non twst characters are like, from a roleplay thing my friend and i do in google docs together kfdsjfl so thats where flannerys from. and then sometimes, plotlines and characters stem from an idea on a whim - like originally i had an idea for flannery to be a lost prince that was turned into a fish by like, enemy hitmen or sometihing.

and tbh that makes more sense than family betrayal LOL but i thiiiiiiiiiink i swapped it to son of a politician and also an influencer [cries lol] because it fit the 'modern au' better. modern fantasy. whatever. also we do have a separate au googledoc universe that IS royalty themed so maybe one day he will be a missing prince there teehee

ok anyway sorry i havent answered your actual question i got distracted lol. so aside from half of it being me coming up with shit on the fly and being kind of bad at storytelling klsjfkdshf the IN UNIVERSE ANSWER is like, flannery kinda just doesnt have a good relationship with his family - his parents suck and flannerys not a "useful asset" and is also the product of infidelity. so it's like, he's not going to be a powerful politician or business guy, he's not good on camera, and also theres this unspoken secret of him being someone else's son <- i think my idea here was like, the father is Aware his wife was having an affair and that flannery isnt his kid but neither of them have Spoken Of It because blah blah keeping up appearances a divorce would be a scandal whatever. you know how it is with traditional family values 😒

and i think i have also just watched a lot of youtube videos covering family vlogger scandals/ also just regular vlogger scandals, and sometimes that shits just wild LOL so i was like ok. politician dad doesnt like or care about this kid, vlogger mom sees his disappearance as months worth of content to milk lol. so they hired someone to Get Rid Of Him - i cant remember if they... planned the fish part. maybe. i guess so? the plan tho was just have him turned into a fish that would probably get eaten and act like he got kidnapped or ran away and then announce hes dead later.

flannery's got an older brother that shows up at his school and is like, a clone of their mom, in that hes like "omg theres this GUY HERE who is PRETENDING to be my DEAD BROTHER i need to live stream this." and then something something their relation was proved and he pivoted immediately to "oh wowwww my poor sweet brother i cant BELIEVE our parents tried to cover you up like this wow i missed u so much let's be besties [lie]"

so anyway. there kind of isnt that a good reason besides drama + theyre in a magical setting and i thought it was fun LOL. flannery's one of my much newer characters so i havent had a lot of time to fully flesh out his character yet. he's a lil one note right now and i need to figure him out a bit more to make him,,,, actually interesting,,, but. 🫡

[whispersinthedawn]

College of Nightmares Part 2

“We thought Greek demigods died,” Ms Admete blurted out abruptly. “Greeks died and Romans retired to live out the rest of their lives in obscurity, one too powerful to survive and the other too powerless to remark on.”

Percy eyed her suspiciously. The statement seemed ripe for a rejoinder of ‘But you were wrong.’

Ms Admete voiced the criticism herself.

“But they don’t die or lead ignoble lives,” the woman continued, words spilling out of her as if water steadily widening the crack in the wall of a dam, determined to escape now that it had seen the exit.

“Monsters chase the Greeks, harry them, torture them until the stars blend into headlights and safety and danger are the same – and then they find themselves in front of someone who’ll keep them safe, who’ll teach them to defend themselves, and most importantly, who’ll allow them to pass on this gift of life unburdened by murderous monsters to another.”

It seemed a heartwarming prospect indeed – if the monsters and the saviours weren’t working in concert, if protection and destruction weren’t wrapped together in one cunning package.

“And the Romans?” Percy whispered.

The smile on Ms Admete’s face was bitterness incarnate. “You wouldn’t know,” she said with aching gentleness, with a bittersweet empathy that held nothing but an awareness of her own culpability – and how she herself was a victim of the same injustice. “The pain of being forgotten, the knowledge that everything you are is worth nothing more than a postscript in someone else’s fable.”

And still that bitter smile, as if Ms Admete knew it wasn’t enough, that no number of explanations could excuse the impending tragedy.

“To devote your whole life to the fulfilment of your purpose, only to realise that all your accomplishments just serve to relegate you to the side of everything. And it’s not as if you desire accolades or rewards for doing your duty,” Ms Admete insisted, as if wanting to make sure Percy understood, and didn’t misinterpret her grievances as something petty and born of a jealous mind.

Percy bit her lip, unable to make herself say anything.

“But acknowledgement – is that too much to ask for?” Ms Admete sighed, a plea in every inch of her body.

“A sympathetic voice, someone who understands and wants to help, who can bless you with the light of glorious purpose. Is that what was offered to the Romans?” Percy whispered. To you?

Were they still talking about the Titans? The budding power roiling underneath the seeming utopia of Olympus? Or had they moved on to the seething wreck of Gaea and her decade-long plans to subvert both the Olympians and the Titans?

Or something else altogether?

Ms Admete looked at her apologetically. “Perhaps. It certainly seemed that way, though I have no doubt most learnt, if too late, to regret attracting that kind of attention.”

But after a while, you fell in too deep, and escape meant a complete break that you could seldom gain without shattering your life into too many shards of sharp glass. Sometimes, you veered deeper and deeper until you were learning to poke out eyes from your fellow delinquents, until you were learning to flirt and cheat at cards until just the thought of anyone accepting your never-meant overtures terrified you into belligerency.

Sometimes, escape meant killing your chain and the home it was attached to, and cutting off the neck it was tied around for good measure.

(Percy had expected prison. Percy had expected staving off the police just long enough to gather the essentials and then plunging deep into the labyrinth of dark streets and apartments abandoned only during the day, and corners and alcoves that reeked of spoiling waste and lives mouldering in the spray of a river.

Percy had killed Gabe and expected to jump into the river and hide until everyone gave her up for dead.)

“Who is it?” Percy whispered. “Who frightens you so much you dare not even spell out their name?”

Ms Admete released a half-sob which she promptly stifled by pressing a fist to her mouth. “Spell it out? Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus. That’s his name – does it help? Do you recognise him?”

No, she didn’t. But she didn’t need to, did she?

Who’s that? Percy sent out into the ether – or the polar waters that comprised her mind.

Someone Roman, Perce replied.

Someone powerful and ancient, considering the university is a century and a half old and you need a lot of money for that, Per added.

Someone in the employ of the Roman Emperors, then, since all seems to come back to them? Medea offered up half-heartedly.

Nero, Perse concluded grimly.

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