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PJO x Gundam 03
The Di Angelos arrived to the Half-Blood crew and everything is different. Bianca chose to join the Huntress crew, to pilot Core Fighters. Nico blended well with the rest of the crew at the Half-Blood and being part of the hermes team for a while. Everyone was nice to him, know he was avoiding the feelings of anger about Bianca.
#hellredsky drawings#hrsart#pjoart#pjoau#pjogundam#pjoxgundam#gundamau#nicodiangelo#nico di angelo#bianca di angelo#biancadiangelo#stoll brothers#beckendorf
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I was listening to 'The Last Day of Summer' from the PJO musical and I thought this would be cool. I got lazy and didn't do the rest of Luke's part, but go listen to it. It's awesome.
I’ve been here since I was a kid
I did everything they ever asked
Yeah I did
And for what!?
You know this world will never be ours
As long as our parents rule over the stars
So I’ll do anything, I don’t care if I hurt anyone
It doesn’t pay to be a good kid, a good kid, a good son
#Vat7k#Varian#Tangled the Series#Varian and the Seven Kingdoms#Hugo the Human#PJOAU#Cardcaptorkatara#My Art
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Forgot I made an angst thing but this is somehow funny without context
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HIRAETH CHAPTER 1
i’ll be honest, this is just a random idea while reading mark of athena.
so here i am, writing an au fanfiction series in the percy jackson universe. May Uncle Rick bless thee fanfic and you too! hope you like it.
bunch of ocs, like a bunch
-procrastinating author
summary (without spoiling): An introduction to one of our ocs... that’s it. I’m sorry I really can’t say anything more for now, forgive me readers
pairing: percy jackson x oc
warnings: my 1st fanfiction here and also some angsty stuff (ex. cheating, greek stuffs and a bit of death? can’t spoil sorry.)
series: prophecy (advices to read this before proceeding)
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Earth’s Son
G E O
He closes his eyes shut. Trying to ignore the noises around him, Geo hid behind a pillar. He was getting tired of the celebration repeated every day. Humans, offering the food they farmed themselves, the water they stored for the heat and the money they need, only to prove their existence on the temples they built on their own. Praying and kneeling to stones. It was pitiful.
‘The Light has shone to the Gods!’
He can’t help but to chuckle at the mortal praises. Really, it is ridiculous. “What are you smiling at, Uncle?” A sudden messenger popped beside him. Geo only glared, “Stop calling me your uncle, Hermes.”
The young god smiled in return. “But you are my father’s brother, Uncle Geo.”
He peeked at the worshipper below them, “I thought you don’t like attending such parties.” Geo sighed as he started walking away, Hermes immediately followed after him. “Where are you going now?”
“Away.”
“Why?”
Geo stopped. He stared at the boy that’s tailing him. Hermes only stared back out of confusion, before realizing the answer after a minute, “I-Is it... B-Because of me?” His voice sadly shrunken as he ceased following Geo.
Geo, being guilted by the sudden pouting, shook his head slowly. “No. It’s not because of you- Well. Not because of ONLY you.”
“I don’t get it.”
“... Since you’re here, that means that Zeus will follow next, am I right? Or Is he here already?”
“Zeus? Yes, Father will-“ Hermes looked at Geo with eyes widening, “Oh. I forgot. You two are still in quarrel.”
Nodding once, Geo continued to leave.
He recalled what happened the last time he saw the God of the Sky,
"Punishing him was unnecessary." His eyes finally looked directly to the figure in of him, “N-No. Punishing him with this- It’s... This is isn’t right.”
Zeus responded as he stood, he was always taller than Geo- a physique he always feared. "You are right. Perhaps it is too merciful. Maybe changing-"
"Did you even hear me?" Geo snapped. "I said this isn’t right! That means that you’re- You’re not right. Prometheus gave them fire. Fire! I cannot understand why-" He stopped, trying to form his thoughts. Humanity is a painting, nothing but a picture being trapped in a canvas. Displayed only to be looked at and to be waited until it rot and be faded for so long.
Though it troubled him to see these petty beings being played at. He isn't one to involve himself in their matters. Geo never cared for paintings, that was meant for another God's talent not his.
He handed to himself his truth- That these creatures weren't the painters. They do not hold the brush to their end. Even to their minds, they cannot comprehend that they are only created, only to be used to fill in desires. A pitiful and lifeless portrait,
... Yet they always appear to be moving.
Perhaps these characters are reaching to escape their frames, trying to continue the masterpiece themselves. Quite rather rebellious choices from them, he would say. But still-
Is it wrong that Geo admired that about them?
Maybe...
"Prometheus can seek foresight and avoid this future." Maybe a different point of view will give him an answer.
"Yet challenging the fates, he took that risk and still helped them. Isn't that enough to convince you? Let humankind grow on their own, they weren't created to only obey your enjoyment. Why give them life if you'll only strangle them out of it?" Despite backing away for a second, he regained composure. He stared back to the God, only to be met by an amused smile. It irked him.
This is a god. Specifically one that shared a part of himself as they both have the same mother-
Mother. What a word.
It disgusts him, having to carry the fact that he's one of... These 'Gods'. These so-called figures, hollow pieces of marbles and stones that present images of perfection that lies are full of disappointment. These charlatans of faith.
"My brother, you seem too inclined with the mortals. Perhaps you want to follow the Titan's footsteps and accompany him into enchainment."
The air around them became colder. Geo felt it again, that fear. He was looking up to the God in front of him. He tensed up, hiding his attempt to gulp as he stopped himself from saying anymore.
He caught his reflection on a silver platter in front of him. It was placed on a long table, surrounded by feast of foods yet it had nothing upon it. It was just a used dirty, silver plate. Showing a murky face too familiar of his,
He had enough. The realization struck him. He wasn't one of them, he never was and he never will be. He didn't want to waste his purpose to walk behind these false gods. He is his own. Not anyone's.
Trying to fight the coldness, he closed his eyes. Silently breathes. He can’t do anything for now, and he shouldn’t. Throwing more words to this argument isn’t worth of his time. He calmly bowed his head and apologizes to Zeus, something that he knows is too forced to be even accepted.
“I apologize for raising my voice.”
He heard the God’s obnoxious laugh. He waited it to subside only to listen to his gritted farewell, “How funny, you are- It seems that the mind of yours is getting thicker. You should stop its growth before it gets over your head... Be careful next time, brother.”
Bullshit. If he could, he could just-
“Uncle!”
Geo stopped his tracks to meet the panting Hermes. “Hermes. Didn’t I told you to stop calling me-”
“Uncle. Yeah, I k-know. Could you just wait? I want to go with you.”
Raising an eyebrow, he turned his attention. “Don’t you rather stay with the celebration? They might miss you.”
The young messenger gasped dramatically, “No way! I only came here because Art told me that you’re here, Uncle- Geo. I meant. Also... It’s getting boring staying there. Mortals keep shouting that ‘The Light has shone to the Gods!’, when they’re only blocking the sun and standing too picturesque to look good.”
Following his bit long complaining, “Pfft.” Geo let out a subtle laugh. Surprised, Hermes only smiled at his uncle.
“Fine... Come with me. But please avoid talking too much, it getting more annoying lately.” He walked first.
“Of course!” He ran after, “Have I already told you about what happened to Daphne? I heard Apollo tried to court her again.”
“... No. What happened?”
“He deserved it. Daphne punched him. Really, really hard...”
Geo only nod along. Despite the stubbornness, he still can’t help but to listen to his nephew.
He woke up.
Stumbling, he got up. He could feel the grass around him. His eyesight is still blurry, but there isn’t any injury he could that could have caused. Maybe he’s just dizzy. He closes his eyes to regain something, though it lays no importance.
Geo knew that Zeus would never kill him, even after what he did, he couldn't. That bastard still has some mercy left for the young titan.
He ordered for him to be forgotten, he is no longer their brother or a god, not that he was in the first place. His name shall not be mentioned as well, even to the smallest temple or prayer. Could you imagine what would happen if he did something worse? What if he completely destroyed his statue- That'd be fun. Why didn't he think of that?
He laughed as he opened his eyes. He was somewhat regretting this decision. Was he too radical in his actions? Yes. Yes he was.
The Gods gave him a chance to live- a normal and quiet life ‘underneath’ Olympus. He smiled at the thought, "Is this what you want, Mother?"
“Aren’t I lucky?” He stared. There’s a cliff. Dark and rocky, “I could jump there if you just signed so."
After completing his staring contest with the peddle beside his foot, he leaned to the nearest tree to watch the scenery in front of him. Across the cliff, a bunch of trees and meadows waved back at him. It was peaceful,
Hermes's right. This world is quite strange.
If he could see him now, he surely would make fun of him being too sentimental.
... Will he visit me one day? How long will I wait?
I’m afraid that I am destined to stay here. Alone.
For I cannot leave Earth... As I am her Son.
#percy jackson and the olympians#heroes of the olympus#pjoau#au#fanfic#gaea#greek myth au#greek mythology#greek mythology fanfiction#green#geo#series#percy jackson series#hiraeth#chapterone#chapter1#hermis#zeus#fandom au#randomau#oc#percy jackson x oc#prometheus#pjo series#daphne x apollo#daphne#apollo#artemis
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Thank god tumblr doesn't crop photos, I'm looking at you instagram 👀👀
Even though it's not perfect I like it! It was the second drawing where I used my new art style and my new shading technique.
Yes, this is me in my percy jackson au lmao, I'm a daughter of Ares
#percyjackson#pjo#percyjacksonau#pjoau#pjoocs#pjofandom#art#drawing#selfportrait#au#daughterofares#oc#ocs
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Found this cool poster, for the pjoau ask game
They’re so photogenic
#I had a blast!#ask game#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu legend#lu wind#lu twilight#lu sky#lu warriors#pjato au#plink draws#thank you for the ask! 🩷#lovely fever-project
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AFTG x PJO AU
The Moriyamas organise the trafficking of "goods" into New Rome and illegal underground fights, and there is no stickball. Instead, Wymack runs a safe house for demigods (often children of minor gods, sometimes legacies who are not easily identifyable by monsters) who were either never brought to any camp and have managed to survive until early adulthood or who have simply chosen to leave camp as adults and need a way into the mortal world.
The Foxhole (name of the house) has always operated independently from CHB and CJ. Only demigods who come across it know of it, and only demigods who need it are able to find it. It was founded with the blessings of Hestia and Hermes, both intent on helping lost and wandering souls.
Especially in Hermes' case since the demigods who do reach the Foxhole tend to be in a fugitive and wayfaring state of being. Not many of the demigods who make it there choose to remain. Some show up one day and are gone by the next. Many have lived their whole lives in perilous situations, hunted by monsters, both human and mythological. (This is an AFTG PJOau afterall. There has to be some angst and disenchantment.)
Others choose to trust Wymack, Abby, Bee and all the other Foxes and stay. They help find more demigods in need. They learn to fight, to stand on their own two feet.
Most demiods who arrive at the Foxhole are already in their late teens. However, since some never made it to camp in the first place, they need one or more lessons into what the hell is actually going on.
Most importantly they're not completely isolated from the mundane world. The "house" is actually an underground system of hallways and rooms, underneath the gardens of the State House in Columbia, South Carolina. Thus the name "Foxhole". It can only be accessed through an elevator disguised by the mist as a locked public bathroom.
Many use it as a temporary living situation until they can steadily provide for themselves and become (*fairly*) well-adjusted adults.
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Foxes as demigods -
Neil - Twinyards - Kevin - Dan - Renee - Matt - Nicky - Allison - Seth (Links to come)
Adults as demigods -
Wymack - Abby - Betsy (Links to come)
Neil's life before the Foxhole -
Main
The Moriyamas -
The family - Castle Evermore
Fanart -
The Foxhole - Andrew
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vote for relationship kid in the pjoau. feel like that adds another layer of potential issues
-green tiger anon
Thing is which God should Enid have gone out with to even have a relationship kid with
#Im only throwing athena in bc I have smth planned in mind for kid annebeth#However#I'm open to ideas rn#Pjo au#Green tiger anon
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Send in questions on the PJOAu!!! @retro-rezz-the-est @swifteforeverandalways @axelwolf8109 @moxleyunstable @the-iridescent-phoenix
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PJO x Gundam 06 - Unmasked Luke
Luke Castellan, unmasking himself to reveal his true intensions to Percy, Annabeth and Thalia.
#hrsart#hellredsky#illustration#character design#original art#Percy Jackson#PJO#PJOfanart#Hoo#Percy#fanart#riordanverse#pjoau#pjoxgundam#gundamau#luke castellan
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Ok but who's to say annabeth wouldn't run a studygram account with resources for dyslexic people, 80% of the pages highlighted in the most niche colours of highlighters, and too much ink on her desk that she can't rub out
#annabeth chase#percy jackson#rick riordan#percabeth#pjo#pjoheadcanons#jason grace#thalia grace#luke castellan#leo valdez#frank zhang#hazel levesque#jercy#jiper#piper mclean#pipabeth#frazel#pjofics#pjoau
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A Likeness To Ancient Art (In Human Form).
Ao3 Link.
Summary:
He looks like Luke.
Notes:
hints of percy/luke, percy/rachel, past percy/annabeth. Could be read as gen or pre-slash percy/apollo, I suppose. I don't know what this is. But have it, anyway.
He looks like Luke. He'll always look like Luke, with his hair colour and style, warm skin tone and eyes as blue and as sharp as a winter sky. But his smile, the look in his eyes, his love for art - that's all Rachel, to her core. All these years down the line, Percy still remembers them. As they were, as they ended up being.
Aside from Luke, who doesn't count, Annabeth died first.
He should have expected it, he supposes, now, and has done for a good few decades at this point. After all, she's smart, and skilled, but out of all the Godly parents, Athena gives her children the least things to help them out, power-wise. Eventually, they'll find something, be in a situation where they're just as stuck as a mortal would be. Being shot in the head isn't something you can think your way out of. And mortals are immune to celestial bronze, but demigods aren't immune to .50 cal ammunition.
Worst of both worlds, really.
And sometimes - sometimes, out of the corner of his eye, in his peripheral vison, he'll see Californian blonde and sun-tanned skin, and he'll think Annabeth, then he'll think Luke, and then he'll turn, and it's neither. That smile's all Rachel, that stance vaguely Jason, and that person's all God. Apollo.
Apollo's the only god who remembers, and cares, about what it's like to be mortal. Percy's the only ex-mortal in these parts that hates the ex- part.
He misses Meg, Percy thinks. They don't really talk about any of it. Why would they? Talking about it would inevitably bring things up that'd make them angry, and - look. The last time they had a row there was a drought and an earthquake and a terrible heatwave in Santa Monica. It's not worth the hassle. Or the lecture.
If they don't do anything stupid, the other Gods leave them alone. Well - to be fair - they leave Apollo alone. Percy's the sort of important that you can't leave out of anything. You know. Just in case he ever attempts to buy bigger boots. By killing you. 'You' being a God, and that god being Zeus, because - even Thalia's dead now. Even Thalia.
When he visits the Romans, sometimes, they just think straight-up that he's Neptune. Poseidon never attempts to rectify this assumption, because - well, migraines, split-personalities. It's hard to correct, but Percy does, each time. It apparently gets less convincing as time goes by. Percy minds this very much, but there's nothing he can do about it.
Curses are curses. Eventually, Percy will probably end up a god through belief alone. He's not looking forward to it.
Apollo's reasons for all this are just as obtuse and well-hidden as Percy's own. To admit some truth, Percy's have a hint of nostalgia to them. He supposes there could be that for the God, but it's not like Percy can tell him many stories. Oh, yeah, lets reminisce about the time your son died because of me. Like that'd go down well.
But still, he's here. In this centuries-spanning nightmare, he's here.
And sometimes, in Percy's peripheral vision, he looks like her. Like Rachel, because in a sense - well. She was his Oracle of Delphi. They were linked, on some high level. But he blinks, and it's (Luke) Apollo again. Just like always.
Percy has met Luke. Isle of the Blessed; it was bound to happen eventually. He's met Rachel again too. Clarisse, Silena, Beckendorf, Chris Rodriguez, Leo, Piper. Nico, Bianca, Hazel, Frank. Everyone. He's met them. Whether in Elysium or on Earth, he's met them, as their dead selves or their new ones.
Apollo's kids never like him, but there's a different reason for that now, than when Percy was sixteen.
"Gotta do the rounds," Apollo says. He tosses his keys up in his hand, then catches them. "Wanna drive?"
"Sure," Percy says. Percy can't figure the guy out. And the more time he spends with him, the less it makes sense. The fewer questions he wants to ask, because he doesn't want to know their answers, anymore.
Eventually, immortality's just tiring.
They leave Percy's apartment, and get in the sun-chariot-car. It's some two-seater hot-rod red sports car from this century, which means Percy looks at it and feels deeply out of place, but the interior could have been from 1999, so he can drive it.
And he does. Up into the sky, with Apollo leaning back in his seat, arms crossed behind his head. Zeus won't strike Percy down right now, because he's not a demigod in the wrong place anymore, just a not-mortal with no place at all. In the end, Percy thinks, wryly, they got what they wanted. Just without having to give Percy any real power at all. Or fulfil any of their promises.
He should have made that styx vow airtight.
But there's no point getting angry anymore. There's nobody who'll listen, and fewer who'll care.
"Why do you bother?" Percy asks.
"Don't you want me to?" Apollo asks. It goes like this. A question for a question for a question. Percy looks a little like Thalia, and he knows Apollo thought she was pretty.
"Why would you want to?" Percy asks.
"Not much else to do," Apollo says. His smile is gone, and that expression on his face, one Percy can't quite read, makes him think of someone he can't quite remember. It's been centuries, give him a break. Mortal brains aren't made for memories that distant. That far away.
They have this conversation, every now and again. Answers and questions learnt by rote, some kind of twisted performance.
"You're a God," Percy says. "You've had millenia to figure out how to pass the time," He stares straight ahead, taps his fingers on the steering wheel. "God of medicine, music. Surely there's something for you to do."
"Well, they've figured out a lot down there," Apollo gestures, shrugging, then crosses his arms behind his head again, looks up into the atmosphere. "Regrow limbs. Cured cancer. Yadda yadda. Humans have made music before I came along, and they'll make it after."
"I always wondered," Percy says. "Sun doesn't move. Earth does. How does this work?" He gestures down, at the vehicle they're riding in.
"Tradition," Apollo says. "I don't know. Moon does move, Artemis' job has a point to it. Me? I just give credence to geocentrism."
Percy shakes his head, and leaves it at that.
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WHAT IF PERCY HAD BLUE HAIR????
If you go to my Etsy shop (osillygoose) you can buy some cute pjo stickers! (If you buy in the next few days start now 2020-05-19 I will give you a free print)
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Dream a Little Dream of Me
An EraserMic fic, which takes place in a PJO Au. Centaur Aizawa, they’re on a first-name basis. Angst, Angst, Angst.
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Shouta didn’t need sleep. A perk of immortality he supposed. But gods did he love it. The blissful nothingness of slumber. An escape from the visions of Oboro’s limp form. The way time had seemed to slow as Oboro had turned to him, the way he’d vanished into the debris in seconds, the way that he’d been the only casualty.
Oboro had died saving people he hadn't known. It had hit Shouta hard. The realization of his friend's mortality. The pain of losing people he cared about, and the knowledge he’d never see them again, not unless they reincarnated. But then they’d be someone else, and he wouldn’t really get them back.
They’d never found the body.
He didn’t want to lose anyone else, COULDN’T lose anyone else.
And then the dreams about Hizashi started. Dreams about Hizashi drowning, being stabbed, aging into dust.
What had once been his refuge, was now his hell. But he couldn’t stop sleeping. The dreams were awful, but they were only dreams. They weren't real, and he always knew that.
No matter the dream, Hizashi was there to shake him awake.
And then, the dreams stopped. And the blissful nothingness returned, or so he thought.
The new dreams, or dream rather, was Hizashi leaving. Leaving and never looking back.
And that hurt so much more than Hizashi dying. The idea of his best friend choosing to leave him, was almost too much to bear.
The most recent dream, the worst one, was Hizashi dying. Alone, and far away. His golden eyes rotting out of his skull as Shouta helplessly watched. He couldn’t wake up, WHY COULDN’T HE WAKE UP?
A terrible, terrible thought entered his mind. What if this was real? What if he’d spent so much time asleep, dreaming of loss, that his nightmares had become reality?
The feeling of wet tears sliding down his cheeks finally woke him.
He gasped softly, finally free from the terrible visions, only to realize he was alone. Where was Hizashi? His friend, who’d slept curled into his side for weeks, was nowhere to be found.
Shouta began to panic. What if something had happened? What if Hizashi was hurt? Fear curled through his stomach.
He began to frantically trot through the camp, searching for his friend.
Nothing. He could find nothing. Not a single trace of his friend.
There was one place left to look. Half Blood Hill. But the only Reason Hizashi would go there would be to leave camp. So it was highly unlikely.
And yet-
He freezes, looking up. Hizashi’s silhouette is on the hill, growing fainter.
No. NO. He’s leaving? Why?
“HIZASHI.” He screamed, and his friend flinched. But he didnt turn around.
Shouta wanted to run after his friend, beg the other boy to stay.
But he couldn’t. Hizashi had already crossed off of the camp’s border, and Shouta was forbidden to leave.
The tears came back.
He really was alone now.
#erasermic#pjoau#pjo au#eraserhead#present mic#bnha#bnha oneshot#yamada hizashi#aizawa shouta#aizawa x hizashi
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Hi!!! All the PJO talk has me freaking out (in a good way). Just wondering what you think the Losers godly parents would be???
Not to get TOO into the mythology, since the riordianverse includes multiple, I’m just going to stick with Greek Gods/Camp Half Blood.
Ben: Ben would definitely be a son of Hephaestus, the god of blacksmiths and fire. Children of the Hephaestus cabin are very skilled builders, and often have the powers of technokinesis (technology manipulation) and are even occasionally resistant to fire or can explicitly manipulate fire themselves. Because of their father’s origins, they are often afraid of heights and are sometimes even born with a limp in their legs due their godly father’s own disability.
Beverly: I think Beverly would be a child of Nike, the goddess of victory. Children of Victory have the ability to use any sort of weapon the moment they pick it up (It kills monster if you believe it does) and they also have the ability to almost scarily accurately predict the outcome of a battle or conflict. They also can sometimes grow golden wings on their backs. But she chooses to leave that behind and join the Hunters of Artemis. The Hunters are semi-immortal, which means they don’t age or get sick after joining but still can be killed in battle as well as die if they break their vows. They’re all skilled at archery.
Bill: Big Bill Denbrough would be a child of Nemesis, the Goddess of Revenge. These demigods have a strong control of balance, and can even neutralize the powers of other Demigods in order to give a stronger sense of balance to a fight. They can always tell if somebody’s life is out of balance, and if something is wrong. They also have the ability to help people find balance in their lives. Alternatively, they can be known to hold grudges and never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever forget a slight or insult.
Eddie: Son of Hermes, the god of roadways, traveler, and thieves. Children of Hermes are known to run at almost superhuman speeds. They are able to open any lock using their minds, and have extremely high athletic talents. They can teleport at will, but it leaves them very drained afterwards. They have a innapp talent for languages without needed to study them, and are skilled at charmspeaking and persuasion. They’re talented at astronomy and can manipulate odds and luck. They can sometimes predict events of the future by rolling dice.
Mike: Son of Apollo, the god of like... everything. Music, Poetry, prophecy, medicine and literally The Sun. Children of Apollo can manipulate light and absorb energy directly from the sun. They can use this generate heat, but not fire. As Apollo is a good of prophecy, his children are known have the power of precognition or limited views of the future. Most of their feelings or visions are vague and hard to understand, until the moment has passed. However, they are extremely good at being able to understand the prophecies from the Fates or Oracle with mostly terrifying accuracy. They’re also skilled at archery- though not as skilled the Hunters of Artemis- and can sense somebody’s health and well being just by laying a hand on them.
Richie: Richie Tozier has been a bit of a toss up for me. I lean more towards saying Son of Dionysus, God of Wine and Theatre. They often have the ability to control or manifest alcohol at will. They can curse with people with hangovers with the other person having had even the slightest drink of alcohol. They themselves are cursed to be at least partly immure to uses of alcohol, not getting drunk or getting hungover- however they are very prone to addiction and can go through very serious, life threatening withdrawal when they go without certain drinks. They ALSO are prone to extremely talented with acting or show business.
Stanley: Mr Stanley Uris would be a son of Hecate, the Goddess of Magic, Crossroads & Ghosts. Children of Hecate have a lot of knowledge of trivial and/or trivial things. They are often very deeply psychic, with the power of Telekinesis (ability to move things with their minds) and can manipulate the magical energy of other beings using their minds and proper spells. (They can even create their own spells). Children of Hecate are stronger at night and often have are able to see 360 degrees around them if they put their minds to it.
Thank you, anon. I wanna write a PJO AU now.
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I really want to draw more pjo art, but the only idea i have at the moment is percy and annabeth as centaurs. thoughts?
#pjo#pjo art#pjo fanart#pjo fandom#pjoau#pjo/hoo#pjo verse#pjoverse#percabeth fanart#percabeth#rick riordan#riordan verse#percy jackson#digital art#fanart#annabeth chase#centaurs#horsepeople???#this is 100% inspired by miithers on instagram go follow her i love her art
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