#demigod hcs

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO MISCELLANEOUS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: 🔥 PROMETHEUS: TITAN GOD OF FORETHOUGHT AND CRAFTY COUNSEL, CREATOR OF HUMANITY, BRINGER OF FIRE 🔥

A/N: SURPRISE! Guess no one expected this huh?! Since Prometheus is not a virgin god and literally created humans and from the PJO books, I remembered him saying he loves humans, I thought there's no way that this Titan has not at least once fell in love with a human and had a child in turn. So why not throw a curve ball for a final bang! So here we go!! Hope you enjoy the last demigod h/cs of {Wave 2.0}!!!

MISCELLANEOUS DEMIGOD H/CS MASTERLIST LINK: [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

Prometheus claims he’s always been an ally of humanity so I’d imagine he has a few times mingled with mortals and produces a demigod every so often (that ranges every hundred years to maybe a century). So you are probably one of the few that exist, if not the only one in your time.

You arrived at Camp Halfblood much like the others and acted pretty much like a regular unclaimed demigod. If you came before the age of 13, there were many theories of who your godly parent was. The only indication who it might be was Apollo, given your regular visions but what confused the children of Apollo was that your vision shifted time to time. Your visions revealed many results but they weren’t clear either. If you are at least the age of 13 when you arrived, you weren’t immediately or quickly claimed, leaving other to still speculate. It is much the same speculation from before but things start to shift as you saw your claim again and again; possibilities of how it could happen and what came after it.

Your claiming arrived when you decided to go with the best vision you think of, and gathered the counsel of the cabin leaders and Chiron and Mr. D, with Hestia in the corner for some reason. You revealed your vision, describing it in detail then everyone gasped as they looked above your head. You already knew how it was going to go yet you still looked up. It feels like a bit out of an out of body experience when your vision is happening in real life. Mr. D choked on his diet coke at the sight as he cursed not having an alcoholic drink right now and while most of the campers were confused, the head of the Athena cabin enlightened you all. Then you all learned you were a titan demigod of Prometheus.

Blessed Hestia. You were (forcibly) summoned to Mt. Olympus on the pretence that you had to pay for Prometheus’ crimes on his behalf; you had a mini vision of facing the same punishment as your godly father. The crackling of the Hearth made you turn and you whispered Sanctuary, remembering something and you saw Hestia smile.

That’s when Hestia stood up, holding Pandora’s Pithos, and basically said because Prometheus was responsible for stealing fire for mankind, which in turn fell under her domain of the Hearth, it would be best if you served under Hestia and to tend and protect the hearth of Olympus and Camp Halfblood, while also protecting the Pithos that contained Elpis (Hope); seeing as Prometheus was the one who gave Percy Jackson the Pithos as a way they were giving up to the Titan Army. Zeus made his own unsaid narrative that Hestia said and decided that it was a fitting “punishment”.

While you weren’t happy about the situation, you knew you got the best result in the situation; your forethought visions flashing in your head like bad anxiety thoughts. In privacy, around the hearth at Camp with Hestia, she told you the truth; how before mankind knew fire, Prometheus took the coals of the fire from her Heath that she tended to on Olympus. She didn’t elaborate but you pieced it together that Hestia might have allowed Prometheus to take the coal and giving mankind fire. If that was true, then she was repaying Prometheus a favour…and in turn you.

You have the power of forethought which is different from having the power of prophecy and foresight. Unlike the children of Apollo and those who can see the future, you can see possibilities of the future and in turn are more frequent and are more vague in nature, rather than a singular truer future.

While you may have inherited the gift of forethought from Prometheus (and perhaps general clairvoyance), you also inherited his aversion and fear of large predatory birds; particularly Eagles and Vultures because of the whole getting his liver getting picked out and eaten every day. Its bad enough that when you just see the symbol of an eagle/vulture, you just nope out of there or feel the area of your liver is located pulsing and twisting in pain.

You would think being a titan demigod would deter people away; especially when it’s a Titan that’s been in direct league with Kronos. Well, it did at first but when they saw you working with Hestia at the Hearths, news of your forethought abilities led to you being accosted. It might have started when you talked with a daughter of Aphrodite who was loudly lamenting about her love troubles between two boys she liked when she burnt an offering to Aphrodite, and you absentmindedly responded that was one was a jerk, or was it when you listened to the rumblings of Athena kid  who burnt an offering to Athena, who was listing off possibilities and you gave your own two cents, but now people are coming to you at the hearths for advice and your two cents on the manner. That’s when you learned that you did in fact, inherit Prometheus' Crafty Counsel.

If you think you’re outcasted by being a titan demigod, you’re not alone. The children of Hecate start to come around to you and provide comradery as they explain that technically, Hecate is also a titan god as she was born during the times of the Titans, and was the only one among the Titans to retain her titan status under the Rule of Zeus and was honoured by all the immortal gods. So by technicality, they are also titan demigods as well.

When Prometheus came to talk to Percy Jackson during the war, he was about 7ft tall in his ‘mortal’ size, so there’s a chance that you may have inherited that height.

Being a child of Prometheus and sort of worshipper to Hestia, by choice and not, you eventually learn all the tea. Over actual pots of tea. People start to complain or gossip over the pyre, when they’re sacrificing bits of offerings to the gods, when they borrow your ear and two cents for a bit, and so forth. It feels akin to people chatting around the kitchen stove, and you’re the one that just gives a quip or two as you help serve some snacks and food. You asked Hestia once if this happens before you came in and you saw the twinkling spark in her eye as she gave a polite, sneaking smile.

Speaking of which, you eventually learn you have a connection with fire, ranging from resistance to fire to actually wielding it. You have no idea if it’s between being a child of Prometheus and with a connection to Hestia, but you’re not in a hurry to find out why in case this would only draw the eyes of the gods onto you; specifically Zeus. 

Your nerves were on fire, the flames being as powerful as the first fire for humanity; the importance and weight of its flames that was carried into Prometheus’ hands, its heat spreading into his titan veins and now passed down into you when sparked and kindled. It was going out of control, its flames threatening to escape from your nerves and spread to your entire body and consuming you entirely. 

The godly presence and wrath of Zeus consumed you, bearing down on you, his eyes piercing down at you as if you’re Prometheus himself and simply an innocent child who carried the sins of their father instead. You could feel the stormy rage the King of the Gods swirling around you, crackling and choking you in his storm, ready to pass judgement on you in the slowest way possible. 

You could see it all. All of the possibilities that Zeus and other gods’ punishments onto you, simply for being Prometheus’ demigod child, all of them were flashing in your mind. You weren’t sure if you were simply seeing them out of anxiety or was it your inherited gift of forethought from your forefather. 

Then a gentle hand stoked and tamed the flames, slowly controlling the flames from a crackling bonfire to a gentle warm, fire. You felt the calming hand pressured against your back, slowly patting your back and patting in a gentle rhythm. You let out a gasp of air, your breathing becoming less laboured and more tempered, your heart no longer beating in anxiety. 

The adrenaline was calming down and you stared at the flames of Hestia’s hearth, the goddess of said hearth had poured you a nice warm drink and pressed it into your hands. Her hands coaxing your death gripped fingers from your palms to wrap around the cup, holding your hands to it to provide warmth from the cup to warm your cold anxious palms and her warm hands warming the outside of your hands. 

The smell of the drink comforted you as you heard the occasional crackle of the fire. Then you remembered you narrowly avoided many of the harsh punishments by the grace of Hestia. There was some bitterness that you were still punished in the end and there was some logic in Hestia’s words, but at the same time, you loathed and understood it. 

“I know it’s not fair to you child” spoke Hestia and you snapped your head up at her as she smiled at the Hearth. “My brother, as wise as he may be, is still the god of storms and his temper lashes out like lightning to a lightning pole.”

“But why me? I didn’t have to do anything with the war, heck I was still an infant!” you protested. 

“You did not but Prometheus was and because gods cannot punish another god unless directly faced, so the gods can only rely and punish mortals instead.” 

You were about to retort but then you saw Hestia give a silent gesture, her eyes knowing yet warning. You shut your mouth as you sighed, drumming your fingers against your cup. 

“Then can I ask something else?” 

“What is it?”

“Is it really because Prometheus stole the coals from your Hearth that you and Zeus, I guess, that you suggested this…arrangement?” you asked, “To begin with, how could Prometheus even steal the coals from your watch?”

Hestia smiled and as she raised her head from bowing over the Hearth, you saw her change from child to an adult, and through the flames, you knew the truth. Hestia allowed Prometheus to take the coal from the Hearth that provided fire to humanity. Her domain expanded in turn because she allowed Prometheus to give mankind fire. 

If this was true, protecting you like this was a thank you to Prometheus in a way.

You stared at her wide-eyed and made an “oh” as Hestia hummed, before handing you a freshly baked roll. You took it and took a nibble letting the sweet honey coat your tongue and when you remembered about the cup in your hand, you realized it was still warm to the touch.

[puzzled-pegasus]

Percy loves to puppy wrestle his friends.

Often, it's with Jason. It's extra challenging and they always go until theyre tired and out of breath unless someone stops them. He likes the way Jason growls when Percy is about to start winning the match. He likes the way he can tell the exact moment he's riled up Jason just enough that he gives him that about-to-pounce wolfish gaze---the one that means Percy has about two seconds to dodge before he gets grabbed and pulled into another play fight, held in a playful chokehold or pinned to the couch. He likes that moment where Jason holds him in that specific way where Percy knows that he can squirm right out of Jason's hands if he just twists the right way, but sometimes chooses not to quite yet. He likes when Jason wins, too, and finds a new hold that Percy has a harder time getting out of---when Percy can see the little spark in his blue eyes like a flash of lightning, but his mouth is a playful smile across his face, and he's laughing and out of breath. Percy likes the way he can get Jason to let go if he pretends that Jason's grip is too tight and hurting him, but he has to be convincing enough because Jason can sometimes tell by the lack of tension in Percy's body and the pulse in his wrist when he's really not uncomfortable at all and milking it for attention.

He tries to wrestle with Grover once in a while, but it usually just turns into cuddling because Grover gets bored and gives in too easily, going slack in Percy's arms. It's not as exciting, but Percy doesn't let go; he just sighs and keeps holding his best friend because he likes the cuddles, too.

Frank is fun to wrestle with. He's big enough to comfortably pick Percy up and toss him around, but he's much gentler than Jason and not really as concerned with winning. Even so, wrestling him is a challenge, especially if Percy can get him invested enough to actually try to beat him.

Wrestling with Leo is fun in a different way. Between their difference in size and strength and Percy's talent for a grip like an octopus, it's not much of a challenge for Percy to hold onto Leo, but it's fun to feel Leo get more frustrated as he keeps trying to squirm away. Percy likes to let him slip a little every few minutes, giving him a little bit of hope, before easily dragging Leo back in. Despite Leo's efforts and grumbles of frustration, though, it's clear he's not too serious about getting away---anytime Percy gets bored or tired and decides to let him go, he comes back a minute or two later for more. (Leo needs all the physical contact he can get, and Percy isn't too rough with him at all---just happens to have a grip like titanium and a need to trap Leo in it for an obnoxious length of time.)

@manygeese

[freddie-77-ao3]

Will: Nico gets me.  Cecil: That’s what you said about *random summer camper*.  Will: Yeah, but I was a totally different person back then, young and naive…  Lou Ellen: It was two weeks ago. 

[jaimeski]

Ever since I was a kid, I've been a brooding basket case

[ego-sum-deus-fractus]

I personally think it's Lucius because it would be ironic that he tried to stab his own father but oh well...(Also Lucius means 'light' so that's another factor)

I'm so unwell about them someone Help me please

Ignore my ranting in the tags

[bugwolfsstuff]

Im hc that the sleep/dream god trio's (Hypnos, Morpheus and Hermes) kids are made from the gods dating (usually consensually) a mortal in the dream world and when that mortal wakes up the demigod just spawns

Tho I feel like thats slightly less/more fucked up than Athena's thing cause imagine having what you thought was just a sex dream and waking up with a baby

Idk i couldnt think of any jobs that'd attract a sleep or dream god so i gotta think outside the box

[nobodysavemysoulitsperfectlyfine]

I just KNOW that if Percy was involved in the battle-for-the-tower-of-Nero-or-what-ever-it's called that it would've ended RIDICULOUSLY fast. Like, to the point where I'm a little glad he didn't need to deal with that in the first place. The imperial demigods are freed as soon as possible, the monsters slain, the dryads protected, and that God's disgusting waste of a head is already on the ground.

They would have to stop him from defiling the body in absolute rage over what the triumvirate had done to his friends — had done to Jason and so many other people he was barely even able to meet. Rage over all of the children forcibly taken from their homes and abused for so long.

He'd stop as soon as he realized Meg was in the room, kneel by her side, and give her a hug while they both sobbed.

And then Lester's just standing around like 🧍

"You.. Uh.. Want me to go after Python now —"

"YES GOD'S DAMNIT GET DOWN THERE."

[justaz]

hc that leon was born in ancient greece and pissed off the gods who then punished him with immortality

[aroaceleovaldez]

pjo fandom is fun to me because i have every excuse all the time to project my adhd/dyslexia/autism onto basically every character. it's great. if the rest of the fandom isn't making headcanons about it i sure as hell will. slaps whatever i was doing 20 minutes ago onto Percy. canon compliant.

[ottpopfic]

Of The Seven Will is closest to is Annabeth and Leo

Annabeth because they were year-rounders together from about the same time. They are like a year or two apart and practically siblings at this point and the best of infodumping buddies. They have stabbed people for each other on more than one occasion, the one the other will call of they need to be bailed out of jail

Leo because they became fast friends after Will showed Leo around. They have complementary senses of humor and destructive tendencies. Like they take one look at each other and can tell if the other has drank any water that day, but they call the other out in the most ass backwards meme way every and its beautiful and also works

[batcavescolony]

Demigod: it really sucks that we never get to see or interact with our godly parent.

Other Demigod: yeah, I'd be nice to meet them.

TOA era Apollo kids: *see their dad every once in awhile* ... Yeah

Dionysus kids: *Dad is at camp* ..yeah

Percy: *has been to his Dads home* ...mhm

Nico: *literally has a room in the underworld*

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ΩPJO MISC. DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: 📝 CALLIOPE: MUSE GODDESS OF EPIC POETRY, ELOQUENCE 🗣

a/n: Hey everyone! Here's the first demigod of the muses! Starting it off with Calliope the eldest of the muses, though the next following muses may not be in order since I just wrote whatever came first. Calliope made me double back so many times because the muses get confused or share very similar qualities to each other, which in turn has other information putting one or the other as a source.

[PJO MISC + MUSE DEMIGOD H/CS MASTERIST: [AO3] \\ [TUMBLR]

Calliope is the Muse of Epic Poetry, where it's a narrative poem typically about the deeds of the characters who deal with the gods and other superhuman forces, allowing to give shape to the universe. Thus, you are able to learn the history and epic deeds of the people you meet, allowing you have an idea who they are and what they will achieve in the future. 

You’re basically a bard, and not just someone who recites poetry. Sure you can be a typical bard (though in all honesty all the muses are all bards), you can melodically weave your words together with your stringed instrument to inspire your allies, demoralize enemies, and achieve effects as you want.

With Calliope as your mother and being the muse of Eloquence behind Epic Poetry, you have also have strong charisma. Whether alone with your words or together with your music, you are able to push yourself forward. Fitting as Calliope is considered the leader of the Muses with her wise and assertive nature.

Being a distant half-sibling to Orpheus gives you an idea of what you can achieve. Much like tuning your string instrument, you must tune into yourself to reach into the depths of your soul to bare yourself forward to others, which allows others to listen to your cause. Much like Orpheus’s ability in singing his grief of losing his wife, Eurydice, that made all the nymphs and gods weep, as well as softening the hearts of Hades and Persephone that allowed Eurydice and Orpheus to reunite in the living. 

You may or may not have inherited Calliope’s assertive nature but it's for sure you have more wisdom than average. I wouldn’t say anything like a child of Athena, however, you do have a leg up and your inherited wisdom leans more towards contemplation and contemporary thoughts, allowing you to grasp and develop abstract thoughts. However, in good time, you are able to gain more wisdom by developing your art, eloquence, and gaining valuable experience through trial and error.

You’re often seen carrying a scroll, book, or notebook filled with your own musing, music, or what have you. This is because Calliope is often depicted carrying one of the such following. If demigods were allowed to use modern technology, you would also be seen carrying a tablet.

Since Calliope is the muse of epic poetry, that basically contains a person’s history and acts they have committed, you may have the slight power to see briefly a person’s past, present, and future. Nothing prophecy-like, but simple glimpses of the chapters of their lives. However, you can only do so when you know a person’s ‘music’. How you achieve so, you must find out.

[xixovart]

platonic percabeth rep!!

i’ve been thinking about this a lot recently. i think we need more of platonic percabeth, bc people constantly ignore the purely iconic friendship they had before they started dating. like, yk, the entirety of the first series?

anyway sometimes things got worse. sometimes, when annabeth would return home after summer, everythinf would come back. and she would be this scared little kid again wondering if her parents would ever love her. and sometimes she just had to leave because she couldn’t take it. sometimes she would return to camp, and embrace chiron, who loved her more than her own father.

but one time, when annabeth was 14, her mind took her to the jackson household. why? she didn’t know. but sally welcomed her with open arms, and percy was beyond thrilled to have her there. percy and annabeth beat the crap out of each orher with pillows. they stayed up late and watched their dinner bake in the oven. percy forced asked annabeth to marathon marvel movies with him, eating caramelized blue popcorn all night. percy taking annabeth to his favorite skating park. percy and annabeth going on late night grocery runs. sally teaching annabeth to make her famous seven-layer dip.

she was okay.

[ohumokay]

Random Future!Percabeth hc: they would totally live in a trailer home, and maybe even a trailer park for demigod families

It's community, it's security, it's inclusive, it's comfy, and it's easy to move if (cough cough when) something happens

Percy probably would want to start a trailer park for demigods after seeing New Rome bcuz he knows CHB is too damn crazy for New Rome lol. Annabeth and Leo would design it and make it even easier to move. The seven + the honorary would help spread the message. Mr. D and Chiron would send aged out demigods there and mortal parents with or without the sight would move in.

They'd ask some gods and saytrs to help keep it safe for the most part. Apollo would without much complaint (in honor of Jason, he'll be glad for the safe haven). Hestia would as well. Artemis would ask for rooms for her hunters in exchange (she'd help anyway, but it's a good benefit). Grover would assign saytrs watch duty for monsters.

The park would be open to CJ kids as well, but it'll be primarily meant for CHB since they're the ones who don't ever grow up. Yea, they could always go to New Rome, but let's be honest, CHB kids are walking danger magnets and they're all around more feral. So, instead of trying to change themselves, Percabeth would just make their own safe haven.

[tending-the-hearth]

estelle's class has an assignment to draw their family, and they take turns showing them off to their parents during back to school night, and estelle stands up at the front of the classroom with the proudest look on her face as she very earnestly points to each person saying "this is my daddy, this is my mommy, and this is my big brother percy who's the coolest person ever and protects me" and everyone's like awww cute but then estelle turns the paper around to show MORE colorful blobs and she starts going:

"this is my big sister beth who tells me stories and who's gonna marry percy, this is my big brother g-man who lets me play in the dirt and makes silly sounds, this is my big sister rissy who scares the monsters away from me and mommy and daddy, this is my big sister zeezee, who has a pretty singing voice and colors with me, and this is my big brother frankie who lets me play with all his pets!"

and sally's filming the entire thing while paul just coos over his daughter, and she shows the video to her kids during sunday dinner, and clarisse is absolutely NOT crying thank you very much, but she hugs estelle a little tighter, and all estelle's big brothers and sisters decide to dote on her so much more, and just estelle being the most loved and protected little girl in the entire world and having an army of big brothers and sisters who will die for her in a heartbeat

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

I find it so hilarious how no one in Camp Jupiter takes Octavian and his predictions seriously (even when the books says they do)

Oh, you say Greek gods exist? That they have children too? What's this about a camp? Don't be silly Octavian of course they don't

Sybillyne books? No they are a myth. Like an actual myth. No that harpy didn't memorise them before they burned down. Harpies can only cook and clean, everyone knows that.

Look Octavian, we're at war. Tensions are already high. We don’t need you to sow even more with your insistence on Titan army sneaking into camp and sabotaging weapons. Yes yes, you got stabbed by Saturn's general before, when you were right, that sucks— please shut up now