#rrverse oc

[heyhoneyfox]

I have more OCs to share but they're in the Riordanverse 💞

(Left Image ID: a headshot image of a person made using a Picrew called OC creator by maetheellen. The person has powder blue hair in pigtails, droopy brown eyes, tan skin, red lips, and a white sweater. End ID)

(Right Image ID: a headshot image of a person using a Picrew called Character Maker by veluv_art. The person has brown shoulder length wavy hair, cute brown eyes, light skin, small features, and a CHB t-shirt under a grey flannel. They're wearing pink heart earrings, a flower crown, and a CHB bead necklace. End ID.)

On the left with the blue hair is Sasha, the non binary child of Hypnos. They may just be the sweetest demigod in existence, and any camper will tell you so. They assure every camper that their door is open 24/7, and if any of them have a nightmare, Sasha will cuddle them and sing them to sleep. They have nightmares too, but they feel that they need to stay silent about it. They're the one who helps others with their nightmares, not the other way around... Right?

On the right is Jasmine (Jazzy for short), the gender apathetic child of Aphrodite who mainly goes by he/him but otherwise doesn't care. He might just be the MOST nervous demigod to exist. Paired with his ADHD and dyslexia, he has extreme anxiety that is sometimes so overwhelming he passes out. He dated some toxic misogynist to get past the "break someone's heart" rite of passage without feeling bad, but it led to him having terrible relationship trauma. He specialises with a whip and dagger, but he doesn't like fighting. Most often, he's in the strawberry fields, his happy place.

Both Sasha and Jazzy are year-round campers. Once everyone's left at the end of summer, Jazzy basks in the calm emptiness, while Sasha worries for all the other demigods.

Jazzy has a long-term crush on Sasha, something he never admits to anyone. A lot of campers have this idea that Aphrodite kids should date Olympian demigod kids, ones who are conventionally strong or attractive or smart. Sasha isn't really any of those things, though they are cute and kind. At the same time, Jazzy feels that if he admits he has a crush, it'll turn into a big thing to set them up, and he doesn't want that. So, he avoids them, never going to them when he has nightmares, always just pretending to have no romantic feelings for them.

Sasha sees this distance between them as something to worry about. Jazzy is their friend, and so when he starts avoiding them, they feel like he's going through some kind of burnout or something. Not only that, but they really want to tell him about their crush on him.

It's well into fall, the weather becoming cool. Sasha is the only Hypnos camper that stays all year, and Jazzy is the only Aphrodite camper that stays all year. One night, Sasha has a terrible nightmare of being chased. They lie awake in the cold, too scared to fall back asleep. They keep thinking of Jazzy, worrying for him...

Their feet act on their own, bringing them to the Aphrodite cabin. They knock, waiting outside and shivering. Soon, Jazzy answers, confused. Sasha asks to stay in his cabin for the night. Jazzy reluctantly accepts, holding Sasha in his arms as he tries to calm his racing heart.

They sit in silence for a while, but then Sasha says "I love you." Jazzy, wanting to make sure he heard that right, says, "love, like... Love love?"

"Yes, love love."

After a moment's hesitation, he says, "I love you too."

Bonus facts!

They're both AFAB and quite feminine, despite not being girls

They call their relationship achillean/queer

Sasha is half Filipino

All of Sasha's clothes are made of the softest fabric comfortable. They're like a fluffy cloud <3

Strawberries and flowers are a big part of Jazzy's aesthetic

Their favourite dates are nap dates and picnic dates

Sasha is plus sized!

They prefer cuddles and hand-holding over kisses

Since they confessed their love in autumn, they can get used to being together without the other campers turning it into a big thing

When summer starts and the other campers arrive, Sasha and Jazzy completely forget that the others don't know they're dating, so they don't outright say anything and everyone is so confused

Sasha and Jazzy are the most CHILL partners ever. You could tell them you killed someone and they'd be like "oh really? Cool." Yes Jazzy has anxiety but around Sasha he mellows out quite a bit

They bake together all the time <3

[apollossage]

⋆୨୧˚ ~ meet sage bosley...

name : sage emerson-soleil bosley

age : 14 when she first gets to camp half-blood, currently around 15/16

birthday : january 25th

gender + pronouns : female uses she/her (they/them is ok too)

sexuality + romantic orientation : lesbian (raging homosexual)

parentage : godly parent is apollo, and lived with her abusive mortal mom

nationality + race + ethnicity : american, french and very small percent asian

battle weapon of choice : arrows !! archery queen

friends/relations at camp : obviously best friends with eros, but probably is close with siblings, like will and kayla and austin. i feel like she’d also befriend piper

where she’s from : same with eros, born and raised in colorado!

getting to camp half-blood/claiming story : she wanted to escape being with her mom so she constantly was at the archery range, practicing. eros would often go with her and cheer her on. she was raised christian so struggled to believe she was related to a greek god. a monster attacked her, eros, and the saytr ( @urfavesaytrelios ). once she got to camp, she was immediately claimed.

other information : cant stand anything doctor related. hates blood, needles, the smell of hand sanitizer, everything. was a natural (dirty) blonde, but it lightened up after she was claimed. loves listening to music but isnt musically talented. loves to gossip with aphrodite kids.

she always wears her hair in braids or down. never anything in between. once, an aphrodite kid tried and she slapped them.

loves mascara, and has a lot of different kinds

loves eros and his little sister (platonically ofc yall)

fave color is green! her name sake :)

!! will be updated in the future !!

[that-pjo-obsessed-b1tch]

[static-always-stays]

«obsessed with you»

(cw: obsessive behavior. They didn’t have human interaction their entire life, so they don’t know how to express themselves. Please note that while they mean no harm, it may still be triggering.)

While wandering through camp, you spot Quincy. Their projection was rather strong today, as usually you had to focus to be able to see them. They seemed to be drawing something, their eyes wide and focused, as if trying to get every detail right.

@debacleofdaemons

@willows-pjo-ocs

@demigod-jack-hearth

@superbstarlightsheep

[kiaradaughterofselene]

Open Closed starter

Tw for self harm and smoking btw

Sorry if this isnt that good of a one

Kiara. Of course, she was taking a smoke break right now. And of course, she was hiding from Aurelia and Marilene in the woods.

Why? You may find yourself asking.

You don't even wanna know how mad they would be if they found her smoking. You don't wanna know how bad they would both lecture her and whatever consequence she would probably get from Marilene. (Extra chores, confiscation, perhaps even telling Chiron.)

Anyways, you find her smoking in the woods, and instead of putting it out under her shoe or on a rock like a normal person, she puts it out on her arm, wincing from the pain.

Tag list:

@the-gods-abandoned-us

@arisdaughter

@mache-of-greece

@demigod-jack-hearth

@kaiaalwayswins

@unhinged-waterlilly

@daredevil-shit

@southerndaughterofeos

@glykera

@overlyprotectiveheadcounselor

@amaiahunterofartemis

@melissathetherapist

@selene-titaness-of-the-moon

@yourlocalfallenstar

@son-of-the-moonlight

@luci-likes-dinoss

@elixs-mythology-corner

@bast-the-best26

@nicoswill2live

@if-chaos-was-a-boy @luck-is-crucial @love-lightning-forethought @the-prince-telemachus @pink-koi-lovejoy @apollos-favorite-child @ariathemortal @cass-sees-the-future @reyna4ever

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

(tw: mild violence)

"[Ganymede] looked like a classmate of mine in freshman year who’d gotten mugged on his way to school: eyes like empty windows, a face that had forgotten how to make expressions." - Chalice of the Gods.

"Liam!" I heard a hopeful voice bounce off the walls of the cheap one-bedroom flat. "I finally got enough to pay for that robotics workshop you've wanted to go to!" And with a sigh, her knees buckled.

"Mom!" I cried out, running to help her up. "I told you to not to go for work today."

She cupped my face gently. "I know how much you wanted to go to that workshop. You said it yourself, the head of MIT will be there. The college of your dreams! They deserve to know your genius, and see that robot you've been designing."

"I'm not having that at the cost of you out cold each night." I supported her as she stumbled to the bed, and lay down tiredly. She looked at me with weary eyes.

"When you finally prove to the world what a smart, wonderful boy you are and become successful," she mumbled, dozing off. "Then you can buy me a break."

Her words echoed in my mind as I was slammed to the cement floor of the dark alley. My glasses were broken in the corner. I clung to my school bag tightly.

A voice growled, "Hey, redhead! What do you have there in that bag?" I looked up at their ugly faces, with remorseless eyes and an evil smirk on their faces. "Hey, Joe. Check his bag."

I clutched on to it tightly, as I desperately cried out, "PLEASE! NO!" Suddenly, I felt Joe's sneaker slam into my side, and I gasped in pain. I held on to my bag tighter, refusing to let go, and then one of his other goons kicked me in the head. My head reeled as I screamed and they took away my bag.

"DUDE! There's money in here." Joe cackled to his boss. His boss had an evil grin plastered on his face.

My eyes widened. "N-No, NO!" I yelled, sobbing with desperation. "My mom worked hard for that, please, we're poor and I need the money for school, PLEASE--" I was knocked to the ground by Joe's fist. I screamed for help.

Out of panic that someone would hear me, the group of boys started kicking me with even more force. I started tasting blood in my mouth.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed in the corner. I was already dizzy from the pain but as I looked at the figure closer, I realised I recognised him: the black hair, the scary green eyes.

Moms whispered about the bad influence that he was. Students were scared to go near him, unless they wanted to start a fight. Teachers warned us about him. He was a rumoured terrorist, a gangster, a criminal.

I closed my eyes immediately, waiting for the infamous Percy Jackson to deliver the final blow. Instead...

"HEY!" he barked. "LEAVE. HIM. ALONE" The boss of the boys smirked. "What are you going to do? Joe, take care of him."

Joe launched forward, only to get punched in the face. He fell backward, his nose bleeding. Percy growled. "Anyone else wants to take care of me?"

The boys gasped and their eyes widened. The boss narrowed his eyes and started to run away with the money, dropping my school bag. Joe jumped to his feet and ran away too, with the money in hand. I was too numb, and I just flailed my finger at his direction, pointing desperately.

Percy sprinted behind them, leaving me shell shocked. The money was gone. My mom would have to work again for a whole month to make up for the lost money that we could've used to at least buy us a month of groceries. But then it'd be too late. I would probably never get to go to the robotics workshop.

I stared at the wall for what seemed like forever, and heard Percy walk back to where I was on the ground.

"Liam from school, right? Dude, I am so so sorry," he said, speaking to me for the first time. "I couldn't find them. Are...are you okay.."

The dam broke. I felt my heart beating fast, as tears rolled out of my eyes as I sobbed loudly. A pit formed in my stomach, filled with shame and anger at myself. The evil faces of the boys carved itself into my brain, haunting me. My fists pounded the side of my forehead, frustrated. I couldn't face myself for letting my mother's hard work go to waste like that. I couldn't face her again.

Suddenly, I felt a hand grasp my wrists tightly. A gentle voice calmly whispered, "Breathe, Liam. You're safe now. It's going to be all right. Just focus on my voice, yeah? Breathe." My sobs got slower and slower, and my vision cleared for the next fifteen minutes as Percy kept whispering in the dark. Suddenly the black of the alleyway didn't seem to close in on me, rather it seemed comforting.

"Have some water. Are you able to walk?" He took his water bottle and raised it gently to my lips.

I coughed as water washed down my dry throat. "I have to be," my scratchy voice groaned. "I can't miss school today. Math test." I got to my feet, only for my knees to buckle. Like mother, like son.

I was a complete stranger to Percy, yet he frowned at me, annoyed, as if he knew my shenanigans all too well. "Yeah, no you're not." he declared. "I'm not letting you go to school."

"No, please." I begged. Percy rolled his eyes. "I know all about nerds like you. I know you're not able to see either. Your glasses are broken in that corner there. I'm not blind, you are." He took the glasses and carefully slipped them back on my face.

I felt empty on the inside. I locked my eyes with him, my face blank, unable to form any expressions. I couldn't feel anything.

Percy's eyes immediately softened and for a moment. His guard was down. "I-I'll walk you to the clinic. It's just a few minutes away. Come on, I'm sorry." He held out his hand.

Moms whispered about the bad influence that he was. Students were scared to go near him, unless they wanted to start a fight. Teachers warned us about him. And yet here he was, gently supporting me as I shuffled weakly down the street.

In a daze, I told him everything--how my mom was the most hardworking person I knew, how close she had gotten to death by exhaustion many times from her night shifts at the hospital, about my robot, how excited I was to go to the workshop, how happy she was last night when she could finally let me go.

And he listened. He watched intensely, quiet and understanding, as I stammered slow and steady, and tried to not to cry again.

"...And I've heard the head of MIT is going to be there, and I wanted to show him the plans of the--"

"The robot." Percy gave a small smile. "That sounds really amazing. You're like a genius." It felt genuine. As I blushed, I realised that I never had someone who cared about me, even if caring meant just finding me the slightest bit interesting.

When we reached the staircase of the small clinic, I gently removed myself from his support.

"Thanks, man." I said, weak. "I think I can handle myself from here on out. Is there still time for you to get to school or...?"

"If I was Usain Bolt, then there'd be time." he snorted. "It's fine though. I wasn't feeling like coming to school today. But I'm glad I tried. I stopped anything really bad happening to you."

He awkwardly smiled at me. I was still feeling extremely numb, but I felt my lips twitching upwards. "Take care, Liam." After giving me some money from his pocket to pay for the treatment, he walked away casually. I stared after him until his figure disappeared down the turn of the street.

I got patched up and headed to my tiny flat. I remembered my Mom telling me that she had to work a night shift today, and that she would only come back the next evening. Just as well, there was still a void in my stomach dreading telling her about the money. Oh, gosh, the money.

Trying to take my mind off of things, I fixed up a cup of instant ramen, and opened up my half-broken computer and searched up, Percy Jackson.

I expected to find an Instagram page, instead my screen was filled with articles.

Missing at twelve years old, seen at a gun fight with a grown man, blew up the St. Louis arch, accused of murdering his mother. Expelled from more than eight schools in eight years. The cup of ramen fell out of my hand.

Look, I knew Percy was a troublemaker to an extent. I knew he made a mess and ran away from school on the first day. I knew that bullies would get into fights with him and get beaten up. But then again, I couldn't forget his smile and his gentle voice, telling me it would be all right.

Something inside me wanted to know who the real Percy Jackson was. Yet I felt unsettled. Me and my Mom were already a poverty-stricken family of two. I didn't know who he was, apart from that one interaction.

Could I afford to take a risk to get closer to a person like him? What if I got into trouble too? What if I got expelled from school too? What if he was just leading me on today?

As I buried myself under the covers that night, my mind started eating away at me. I closed my eyes, and dreamed of those evil guys, the taste of blood in my mouth, and kind green eyes.

The next day, I managed to attend school. After lunch was my science class, which I knew was the time where my teacher would collect the money to attend the workshop. I tried to not think about his reaction to his favourite student not being able to come.

At lunch, I sat at a lonely table in the corner, blinking back tears. My mind was plagued with my Mom and my teacher's face, disappointed and shocked. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me. "Liam? You okay?"

I turned back, and gasped. It was Percy, but his cheek and nose had bandages on them, as if he had gotten hurt. "Yeah, why?" I stammered.

He sheepishly dug into his pocket and brought out a familiar stack of cash. He started rambling, "I-was-still-thinking-about-what-happened-so-after-dropping-you-at-the-clinic-I might have--"

"Sorry, what?"

"I tracked down those boys and threatened them to give back your money," he blurted out. "I...know how it feels like to have a single and struggling Mom. I just wanted to help in some way."

I felt stunned. No one had ever done such a thing for me. "How...did you...?"

"Umm..." he stuttered. "My dog, uh, she's a good tracker." He sat next to me. He took my hand in his and placed the stack of cash in my palm. "Anyways. You deserve to get the attention of the MIT head and impress him. He'd be missing out if you didn't. The world would be missing out on an inventor like you." My heart skipped a beat.

I sat there in silence. The unsettling feeling started growing again in my gut. "I know this sounds weird but," I whispered, "There are articles about you online, saying that you're a criminal. But you're here helping me. Why?"

Percy fell silent for a minute. He shuffled in his seat next to me. "I...can't tell you anything about the articles or the rumours or the accusations or whatever." His eyes were averted, and his voice was stiff.

"Is there....anything I can do to help?" I asked, softly. "You're just in freshman year. You don't deserve to be involved in dangerous things like this. You don't seem like that type of a person." Percy suddenly looked up and locked eyes with me, and his eyes were filled with a deep misery.

"Not if you want to get in trouble too," he warned. His eyes morphed from misery to something deeper; the air turned cold and there was something about his gaze that seemed almost powerful, primordial even. I felt freaked out and asked, "Who are you, Percy Jackson?"

He got up to leave. "What do you think?"

Before I could react, the bell rang and it was time to go to class. I turned back to Percy, and said, "I don't know who you are. But no one's ever done anything like this for me. I don't know how to thank you. I don't know about what's going on, but you deserve to have a normal life."

His eyes turned sad. He didn't reply.

After that day, things didn't get better for Percy. He started skipping school more often, his grades were slipping. His eyes were always red as if they'd either been crying or not sleeping. His only friend, a girl named Rachel, was bullied on the daily. At lunchtime, I heard him quietly chatting with her, and I regularly overheard words like 'war' and 'death'. He was regularly yelled at, and was constantly on the edge of being expelled.

I kept away from him, but a part of my heart still ached everytime I remembered how he saved my life and how I could never return the favour. "Not if you want to get into trouble too" he had said.

The next year, he went missing. His picture was all over the news. Theories exploded in our school, ranging from him being kidnapped by a mafia boss to being a mafia boss himself, and running away from the police. Teachers used him as an example for what would happen if we didn't listen to our parents. Parents who waited to pick their kids up would sneer about his mother and stepfather.

The commotion died after a while, and if Percy ever was found again, there was no official news about it except a few gossiping mouths in the streets of New York.

Me? The head of MIT was so impressed by my robotics skills the day of the workshop that he made sure I got a scholarship. I graduated school with the highest honours. I got admission into this incredible institution, and learned so much. And here I am today, in front of all of you, batch of 20XX, with this degree I have worked hard for by your side for the past few academic years.

So who was Percy Jackson? Was he a terrorist? A juvenile misfit beyond all hope? Was he a mafia boss, a gangster, a criminal? Or was he the gentle-hearted fourteen year old boy who saw me, bruised and bloody on the cement ground all those years ago, and decided to help a poor boy achieve his dreams?

I could never tell you. That's how humans are. We aren't open two dimensional displays of artworks. Within our colours hide layers of character and woven stories of the past. Neither the moms who whispered about him, the teachers who used him as an example, the bullies who were beaten up by him could never see Percy for who he was. But I got a glimpse that day all those years ago.

So as I stand here today at this prestigious graduation ceremony, with the highest honours of my class, I'd like to thank my Mom for supporting me throughout this journey. I love you so much. I'd like to thank all my professors and fellow students.

And, I'd like to thank Percy Jackson. And I'd like to use his example to beg all of you to be kind and do kind. His simple act of kindness helped me achieve my dreams, and I will forever carry that on and help other underprivileged kids like me.

Percy, I hope you're somewhere out there, happy. And single. Because I am. Just for the record.

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this is probably my longest fic i've written, and if you've finished reading, thank you so much. thank you for the few people who were excited for this fic, and kept me from deleting it (I swear, I had to rewrite this so many times ugh) as always, constructive criticism is appreciated <3

[odysseusdraws]

She is, in fact, unpaid.

Andy is probably like a receptionist for the camp because I know damn well no one else is keeping track of that kind of stuff.

[https-mi1zu]

HERES MORE SNEAK PEAKS OF TPATC (SORRGY IF I WASNT POSTING OFTEN, HW SUCKS ASS)

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

we’re not fighting

pair: Percy Jackson x reader x Luke Castellan

requested by anonymous

Hi love! I’m obsessed with your writing. Not to be completely indulgent but Percy x reader x Luke where the readers new to camp and they both fall for her and are tying to impress her.

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You had only been at Camp Half-Blood for a week, still getting used to everything—the cabins, the training, and the new faces everywhere. It was overwhelming, but you were managing. And then there were them—Percy and Luke.

Both had been friendly from the start, offering to show you around camp, but it quickly became clear they were trying to do more than just help you out. You could feel the tension between them, like they were constantly competing for your attention.

Today was no different.

You were practicing with a sword when Luke came over, flashing that charming smile of his. "Need a hand?" he asked, taking a quick glance at Percy across the field, who was watching from a distance.

"Sure," you said with a smile, handing the sword to Luke. He stood behind you, showing you how to hold it properly, his hands briefly brushing yours. "You’re getting better," he said softly, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his voice dipped when he talked to you.

"Thanks," you replied, feeling a bit flustered. But before you could say anything else, Percy walked over.

"Hey, Y/N!" he called out, a wide grin on his face. "Wanna come down to the lake later? I could show you some cool underwater stuff." He was trying to act casual, but you could tell he was throwing Luke a challenge.

Luke stepped back, smirking. "Swimming lessons from Percy, huh? I bet she’s more interested in staying dry for now," he teased.

You laughed awkwardly, sensing the rivalry between them. "I, uh, don’t mind either way."

Percy glanced at Luke. "Come on, Y/N. You’re not gonna let this guy stop you from having some fun, are you?"

Luke rolled his eyes. "Fun? Or just watching you show off?"

Percy’s cheeks flushed a little, but he stood his ground. "I’m just offering, man."

You glanced between them, wondering how you ended up in the middle of their constant back-and-forth. "Maybe we could all hang out later?" you suggested, trying to ease the tension. "No need to fight over me, you know."

Percy’s eyes softened, and he rubbed the back of his neck. "We’re not fighting," he said, sounding a bit embarrassed.

Luke crossed his arms, giving Percy a knowing look. "Sure, we’re not."

[southerndaughterofeos]

Open starter

Aurelia was in deep shit. She told Kiara that she would try and introduce her to her family at some point, but there were a few big problems. Her family, specifically her dad, was pretty conservative. He didn't know that she was a lesbian, let alone that she had a girlfriend. She knew he wouldn't like her.

So she was just pacing around her cabin, thinking.

Tag list:

@the-gods-abandoned-us

@arisdaughter

@mache-of-greece

@demigod-jack-hearth

@kaiaalwayswins

@unhinged-waterlilly

@daredevil-shit

@kiaradaughterofselene

@glykera

@overlyprotectiveheadcounselor

@amaiahunterofartemis

@melissathetherapist

@selene-titaness-of-the-moon

@yourlocalfallenstar

@son-of-the-moonlight

@luci-likes-dinoss

@elixs-mythology-corner

@bast-the-best26

@nicoswill2live

@if-chaos-was-a-boy

[overlyprotectiveheadcounselor]

Open starter

Marilene has been having a very long day. She had spent all day making sure her siblings were in line, helping take care of younger campers, showing new campers around, triple checking on Kiara because she always managed to get in some kind of trouble, and somehow finding time to eat, train, and do chores.

The point is, girl was exhausted. She looked like she hadn't slept in weeks. To be fair, she barely slept the night previous. Now there was a younger camper who had attached themself to her leg.

Tag list:

@the-gods-abandoned-us

@arisdaughter

@mache-of-greece

@demigod-jack-hearth

@kaiaalwayswins

@unhinged-waterlilly

@daredevil-shit

@kiaradaughterofselene

@southerndaughterofeos

@glykera

@amaiahunterofartemis

@melissathetherapist

@selene-titaness-of-the-moon

@yourlocalfallenstar

@son-of-the-moonlight

@luci-likes-dinoss

@elixs-mythology-corner

@bast-the-best26

@nicoswill2live

@if-chaos-was-a-boy

[sophia-hunter-of-artemis]

Open starter

(this is prev hunter of artemis era)

(Edit: And before Lillith adopted her so shes not immune to madness stuff yet and this is before she changes her name)

Amaia had misused her powers.

Again.

You know what happens when you test out your madness powers o yourself?

Right! You go mad!

So now you see a thirteen year-old Amaia stumbling around camp like she's drunk, high, or somethings else.

What a sight.

Do you approach her?

Tag list:

@the-gods-abandoned-us

@arisdaughter

@mache-of-greece

@kaiaalwayswins

@unhinged-waterlilly

@daredevil-shit

@kiaradaughterofselene

@southerndaughterofeos

@glykera

@overlyprotectiveheadcounselor

@melissathetherapist

@yourlocalfallenstar

@son-of-the-moonlight

Edit: @luci-likes-dinoss @elixs-mythology-corner @bast-the-best26 @emdabitchass @luck-is-crucial @this-lovely-universe @the-prince-telemachus @pink-koi-lovejoy @apollos-favorite-child @ariathemortal @cass-sees-the-future @reyna4ever @daughter-ofthe-moontitan @superbstarlightsheep

[glykera]

Open starter

Somehow, Glykera had managed to get herself wet. The water had gotten into her joint and everything which was not good.

At all.

So now, she was sitting in a big tub of rice before she would be repaired. She did not like either thing. She felt vulnerable. Between the damage she had sustained, and all the rice, she wouldn't be able to flee if she needed to.

Tag list:

@the-gods-abandoned-us

@arisdaughter

@mache-of-greece

@demigod-jack-hearth

@kaiaalwayswins

@unhinged-waterlilly

@daredevil-shit

@kiaradaughterofselene

@southerndaughterofeos

@overlyprotectiveheadcounselor

@amaiahunterofartemis

@melissathetherapist

@selene-titaness-of-the-moon

@yourlocalfallenstar

@son-of-the-moonlight

@luci-likes-dinoss

@elixs-mythology-corner

@bast-the-best26

@nicoswill2live

@if-chaos-was-a-boy

@fire-boy-official

I don't wanna have to say it, but it needs to be said. No nsfw shit with this one. I am a minor!!!

[the-eclipse-is-in-me]

Doodles

Hey peeps, boredom is an amazing thing, and it came for me today, so I made stuff.

This is Cres with her Gender bend

They cool

His name is Chris (short for Christen)

Here is Quinn with their Genderbend, which is just them if they were born a girl

They silly

Her name is also Quinn (at that time her pronouns were she/they)

These are the girls

They are having fun, just playing around, wearing matching jeans, being girls, yk.

I have not done the rest, there like 3 more which I'll try to do tomorrow :D, also I can't draw shoes to save my life.

People I would like to see this:

@biggestqiblifan @permetutotheworld @massiveladycat

@demigod-jack-hearth @stargazing-with-friends @anxious-alyssia

@star-dust-shark @stars-and-leather @busycryingoverthemarauders

@if-chaos-was-a-boy @fukurouonthesea @sleeplessfluid @theobutshark

@ieatglowsticks @imma-be-an-enderman @emdabitchass

@charliecow @unstableunicornsofasgard @renekoyuki @bast-the-best26

@aria-di-angelo @17ratsinafleshsuit @take-no-shit-give-no-fucks

@chb-weirdos-alt @poppitron360 @sprace-javey @deeply-moonstruck @deciduowl @waddlewaddledee

[kiaradaughterofselene]

Open starter

Y'know what? Fuck it. Kiara is young again.

Kiara (11 years old) is sitting at her lunch table with her friends, trying to ignore how the new lunch lady seems to specifically have it out for her. Something about her didn't seem right, but she knew no one would believe her. They never did. They just told her she was trying to look for attention and cause trouble. At least this new lunch lady called her by the right name.

She was having a good time with her friends, all things considered. They were laughing and just having fun. It was getting harder and harder to ignore how the lunch lady was staring at her.

Tag list

@the-gods-abandoned-us

@arisdaughter

@mache-of-greece

@demigod-jack-hearth

@kaiaalwayswins

@unhinged-waterlilly

@daredevil-shit

@southerndaughterofeos

@glykera @yourlocalfallenstar @son-of-the-moonlight @luci-likes-dinoss @elixs-mythology-corner @emdabitchass @if-chaos-was-a-boy @luck-is-crucial @bast-the-best26 @love-lightning-forethought @the-prince-telemachus @pink-koi-lovejoy @apollos-favorite-child @ariathemortal @cass-sees-the-future @reyna4ever

[heyhoneyfox]

Percy: smile!

Nico: :/

Reyna: smile!

Nico: :I

Hazel: smile!

Nico: :)

Will: smile!

Nico: :D