#hypnos child oc

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Heyyy hope you are doing well!! Can i request a Leo Valdez x reader where reader is a child of hypnos plss :))

Oreos and Olaf---Leo V x Child of Hypnos reader

You turn the fairy lights on and pull the blanket to the side as the kettle starts to whistle from the little bench in the corner of the cabin. Once the water bottle [it had care bears on it] was filled and hidden in the pile of blankets you’d made, you had to wait.

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The fort was small and a bit squishy inside, but that made it all the more cozy, really. Not that the rest of cabin 15 wasn’t cozy, the beds were more like bean bags than bunk beds,  couches, annotated books, pot plants, and nintendo switches covered every possible surface that wasn’t already filled with small flickering candles. 

There were a few spare beds in the corner, with silk sheets and empty of the teddies, for demigods that were not born of dreams and nightmares that were still plagued by flashbacks in their sleep. The beds were usually full, especially during the summer months, when more demigods at Camp Half-Blood meant more monsters, which only stirred memories that had previously been hidden. 

“Did you take the last of the oreos?” Quill asked, peering into the pantry, which was full of biscuits and tea bags. Quill was your sister, her name was short for Tranquility, but it was a mouthful to pronounce, and they liked guardians of the galaxy. 

You glance to where the packet of cookies and cream flavored biscuits were nestled between the zebra squishmellow and the portable DVD player. “Maybe…”

“Really?” She complained, her shark slippers squeaking on the light brown floorboards as she trudged over to Clovis’s bed. Then they pulled the mattress up and grabbed the packet of fantails Clovis had hidden away. 

“...They’re Leo’s favorite.”

Quill tossed a fantail over to you and stuck their hand in the bag again, fishing out more of the lollies. “Simp.”

You stuck your tongue out at them, screwing up your nose and turning the heater off. Snuggling in a fort of pillows wasn’t fun if you were hot, being cold was the best way to get comfy. Quill slipped their shoes on, leaving the sharks by the door as she opened the door. A gust of wind and snowflakes blew into the doorway, leaving a pile of soft fluffy whiteness inside. 

Winter was awful, for the campers who had things to do outside. For you and your siblings, on the other hand, it was great. Hot showers wouldn’t overheat you instantly, tea and hot chocolate were just better to drink in general, and the nights were longer. The only downside was the flu that would submerge camp in tissues and snot.

“Why are you going out?”

“I don’t wanna listen to you two making out for the rest of the night,” Quill teased, shrugging on their baseball jacket and sending you a peace sign. “I’mma go chill with Austin.” 

“Be back by curfew!”

There was muttering outside, a loud barky laugh [definitely Quill], and then the door swung back open, and Jake Mason stuck his head through with a grin. “Hiya!”

“Jake, you look- oh.”

He shuffled through, a cast on his right arm and a crutch in the other to help with the moon boot on his foot. Of course, why had you expected any differently? He put on a fake deep voice. “We have the package, I repeat, we have the package.”

“Why are you so dramatic?” Nyssa huffed, and came in, leaving muddy snow footprints through the cabin as she held Leo over her shoulders like she was a firefighter. “Where do you want him?”

You blinked a few times. To be fair Leo was pretty light, but holy Hades, Nyssa must be buff underneath her hoodie. Then you folded back the part of the blanket acting as a door, for her to drop the squirming boy in. “He’s resisting?”

“I have stuff to do! The prototype isn’t finished and-”

“What did you expect,” Nyssa grumbled, and dumped him on the pile of pillows, smoothing down her jagged brown mullet and stepping back. 

Leo took a moment to right himself, fluffy hair askew and a vague look on his face. He scrunched his nose and then turned away quickly and sneezed. A burst of flames shot from his face and he fell back with a sniffle, wiping his nose. “I’m not sick!” 

“Bro, you just sneezed flames, take a night off.” Jake chuckled, and Nyssa helped him adjust his crutch. The pair left with a wave and a promise to handcuff Leo down if he tried to climb through the window back to Bunker 9. 

“This is betrayal, amor dormido, and I will never forgive you,” Leo sniffed haughtily, untying the laces on his boots. You pulled off his snow covered army jacket, the nuts and bolts in the pockets clinking as you discarded it. 

“I have oreos, and the 10 Things I Hate About You DVD,” you prompt, pulling the makeshift curtain down as he wiggled into the blanket and pillow fort. 

He visibly brightened, even though his eyes were lidded and red. Leo wiped his face with the sleeves of his hoodie and moved closer, snuggling into the mound of pillows and Squismellows. He peeked up, “maybe a few kisses and I'll forgive you?” 

You smooth his messy hair back off his forehead and press your lips to it. His scarred skin was colder than normal, like a fever in reverse. He grumbled, tucking his legs over yours and sinking further down. You cupped his jaw and gave him a kiss on the cheek, reaching over him and pulling the hot water bottle over to his lap, which he hugged immediately, a loopy grin on his wilting face. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kiss him once more, on the nose this time, and start the little DVD player, the intro playing out as Leo curled into you, head tucked into the crook of your neck. 

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As you twisted oreos open and ate the cream inside, then the dark biscuits around them, Leo snored softly. There was a montage of a very obviously lesbian underground club on screen, as Patrick wandered around. 

You finish the cookie, pulling the blanket further up over the two of you and snuggling down, Leo’s curly hair tickling your chin. He moved a little, sneezing in his sleep, and then blinked up at you with hazy brown eyes. “Mornin’.”

You didn’t bother to correct him, that he’d actually only been dozing for an hour, and instead you kissed his nose again. He smiled, hiding in the pillows. 

“You’re a dork,” you mutter, and turn back to the screen running, your fingertips up and down his back, your fingers tracing the strap of his binder. 

He nodded happily, and blinked at the movie, his blank stare turning to a small frown. You didn’t notice until he was glaring at the footy team running back and forth on the grass. “Does it bother you?”

“Hm?”

Leo shifted, drawing his arms back into himself a little. “Does it bother you that I’m not, you know, like them…”

“Sweaty, loud, and probably a dickhead?”

He smiled but it was strained. Maybe the cold was muddling his brain, but usually he wasn’t worried about this sort of stuff, you’d reassured him so many times that he wasn’t perfect, but that was okay, it really was. Still, this happened, he’d get too lost in his thoughts and end up breaking. 

“I love you Leo, even if you aren’t super strong. You have an incredible mind and you like the orange and yellow starbursts, so I get all the good ones, and, and you aren’t scared to tell me things like this. And I love that you don’t have a deep voice and I'd love you if you did. And I love you even if you admit that you accidentally burnt all of the camomile tea bags. I love you.”

“I didn’t burn the tea bags,” he grumbled with a smile, pressing himself closer to you in all the ways he could. 

“Sure you didn’t.”

“It was… It was Clovis, I saw him.”

“Clovis isn’t allowed matches anymore.”

“Fuck.”

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“Amor dormido?” 

You let out a violent groan and roll over, blankets swaddling you and making the cocoon of wool and cotton even tighter. It was comfy and warm and perfect, the smell of vanilla candles, oreos, and sawdust. 

A squishmellow, probably the purple axolotl, became your pillow as your own was yanked from beneath you with a, “love, you’re gonna have to get up, come on.”

You had two options at this point, stay in bed for another five dragged out minutes of groaning and moaning, or sit up and hiss like a Fury or a Drakon at your boyfriend until he left you alone to trudge around and make a hot chocolate. You smirked into your bundle of blankets for a moment. 

“Nyssa is gonna kill me if I don’t show up to the workshop, but I want a goodbye kiss.” Leo mumbled, shaking your shoulder a little less gently this time, but still with soft and calloused hands. 

You gave him a moment of false safety, and then leapt up with a screech, hands clawed, “you adorable piece of fucking shit I’ll slit your pretty throat-”

“Oh no,” Leo giggled, falling back onto the empty Oreo packet with a grin on his face. You were between his legs with a glare, arms around his middle and head on his shoulder as you tickled him with sharp fingers. “You’re killing me!”

He sighed, and you felt arms around you tightly. Then he rolled with a villainous cackle, out onto the floorboards, your fort falling to pieces once a blanket was pulled out from underneath. Teddies fell in every direction while Leo let out a high pitched squeal, like he wasn’t the cause of the chaos. 

“You’re evil!”

“But I have a pretty throat, don’t I?” Leo smirked, and then his face dropped when there was a thud on the other side of the cabin. 

Quill stood by the kettle in her shark slippers, a cup of tea in their hand and a glare on their face. You felt a giggle creep up as your cheeks turned hot, but you hid it. The pair of you were already in an awkward enough position, you laying across a red Leo who was scared for his life. 

“Out.”

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You pull your ugg boots on and hide the palms of your hands in your green fingerless gloves, then shoving them in your trench coat pockets to protect yourself from the cold outside. After finishing your hot chocolate [which had rainbow sprinkles on the top], you were finally ready for battle.

‘Battle,’ meaning going outside, of course. 

The door creaked, and a fresh pile of white snow spilled onto the welcome mat. You yawned, and stepped out into fresh hell. 

“Gods, why does Chiron put us through this?” You mutter to yourself, and plod along outside, snowflakes crunching underfoot, and when you look behind you, there are little dips that were your footprints, already filling back up with snow. 

Once you pass the Iris cabin your destination was in sight, and then, of course, everything had to go wrong. Hermes, of course, the root of everyone's problems, was the cause. You had been absentmindedly plotting the death of Quill [How dare she kick Leo out?] when a snowball hit you fair and square in the back of your head. 

“You little pieces of- oh wow.”

Instead of Cecil’s wicked smile and an armful of ready made weapons, you were met with a eight foot tall yeti like snowman.

“Fuck,” you groan, and watch Connor come sprinting across the frosty grass, yelling orders at his younger siblings.                                                Cecil came out of his cabin, a sword in hand and a frustrated expression. You watch the crowd yelling as they’re pelted with increasingly sharp and dangerous stalagmites of frozen sludge. 

The yeti turned in a circle, blasting teenagers with its frozen breath, and landing another snowball on your knee, this time. Connor called something to an approaching pair of Hermes kids, who had a net in their hands. They threw it over the monster [who probably came from more of Lou Ellen's experiments, if you were being honest]. 

“Booya! Take that Frosty!”

You weren’t sure why they thought it would work, because their cheering was quickly extinguished when the pile of grass and dirt covered snow the yeti had just become, tumbled over itself repeatedly and appeared behind Cecil. 

“Ah, fucknuggets!” Cecil screeched, and swung his sword, which chopped the ice yeti straight in half, like a knife through butter. “Haha, yes!”

It only reappeared, and by that point you had your head in your hands. It seemed someone else in the crowd had the same thought. “No wonder you guys aren’t in the Athena cabin, you never learn!”

Then you realized that it was your someone, and grinned. 

“Let the super sized mcshizzle take care of Olaf,” Leo smirked, licking his lips and then cracking his knuckles, which quickly turned as red and fiery as coals themselves. He was wearing his toolbelt and a hoodie you quickly recognised as your own. 

Biting your lip, you turned to the snow themed yeti monster and snapped your fingers. It stared at you for a moment, then its stoney eyes slid off its face and landed with small thuds on the ground. It let out a low groan, and then slowly sunk into a puddle, as if Apollo himself was standing there. 

“Night night,” you mutter to the last remaining solid matter of the monster, and kick it. Then you trudged through the corpse over to your boyfriend, and rested your head on the top of his, closing your eyes. 

He was so warm, and his arms were already around your waist as you started to doze, eyelids heavy, and somehow you were warm in the frost air. 

“Woah.”

“You couldn’t have done that a minute ago, when I still had my dignity?” Cecil grumbled.  

#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #leovaldez #Leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x oc #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n #Leo Valdez x child of Hypnos #fluff

[bluemojave]

what greek gods are my ocs’ parents?

tagged by the amazing @allthearchetypes to do this quiz and i absolutely adored going through it!! i was 100% a Greek mythology kid and it really hit the spot with angst and accuracy

Cain: Atlas and Nemesis

Oh, sweet child of penance and revenge! Your father eternally holds up the skies, and your mother the punisher of mortal sin. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by endurance, patience, and retribution. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of coups and comeuppance as you grow into your power.

Atlas: Hypnos and Aphrodite

Oh, sweet child of sleep and love! Your father dwells in the Underworld among the poppies, and your mother was born beautiful of Titan's blood. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by calmness, imagination, and consuming desire. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of prophetic dreams and domesticity as you grow into your power.

Rei: Hades and Hecate

Oh, sweet child of the dead and magic! Your father commands the Underworld, and your mother a Titan of the mysterious deep. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by sternness, organization, and boundless ideas. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of necromancy and prophecy as you grow into your power.

Valentine: Moros and Demeter

Oh, sweet child of doom and harvest! Your father is the hateful driver of fate, and your mother the sacred watcher of life and death. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by angst, restlessness, and change. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of burial sites and unmarked graves as you grow into your power.

Miles: Zephryus and Iris

Oh, sweet child of wind and rainbows! Your father ushers in the soft western winds, and your mother the winged messenger of Olympus. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by warmth, gentle bravery, and devotion. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of sunrises and written letters as you grow into your power.

#Cain’s is a perfect picture of his actual parents holy shit #always saw atlas as a child of Aphrodite and Hypnos makes sense too…boy is a dreamer #rei originally got hades and Nyx but I forgot to copy the response and when I retook it it swapped out Nyx for Hecate #V’s is quintessential to the plot of cyberpunk and his story holy shit lmfao #and miles’….absolutely #tag meme #my post #oc: cain marshall #oc: atlas #oc: valentine #oc: miles cooper #oc: Rei Hawthorne

[idontactuallywherepjs]

#these are my babies #son of hypnos #child of hermes #and daughter of iris #ive yet to name them. and ive finally redrawn them #but i love them #theyre goofy and dumb and beautiful #PJO ocs #pjo #art practice

[artemfluid]

Okay soo...minecraft persona! I don't have like, a proper drawing of them- just a colored concept but it's literally just their design. I'm too lazy to make an actual drawing rn :p Fanart very much welcome btw!!

Rambling about them under cut

So here's my minecraft persona, Artem.fluid (literally just my normal handle) genderfluid aroace, they/them.

They're a shapeshifter, but this is their preferred form. The purple sorta swirly thing on the left side of their body is excess magic from a past event related to the watchers.

They're extremely playful, creative, and very self depreciating!

As for hermitsona things, I made a relationship chart for all the hermits + life series members that weren't included. Will go more in detail about some relationships below!

Starting with hermitcraft: Wels, Xisuma, Etho, Impulse, Skizz, and Tango all have a back and forth family-like relationship!

Wels, Tango & Xisuma is a father-child relationship

Impulse & Skizz are like uncles to Artem!

Etho is like a big brother.

An honorable mention for the family-like relationships is Hypno! Hypno wants to care and protect Artem like his own child, but Artem just sees him as a good friend.

All other relationships I feel are important to talk about: Beef, Cleo & Gem!

Artem sees Beef as a friend, not a best friend though. Beef is in a weird Grey area where Artem is fine to open up to him, but doesn't feel like they're best friends. Beef however, feels like they're best friends.

Cleo is slowly growing on Artem and Artem is slowly growing on Cleo. Its not a surprise if Cleo turns out like an aunt to Artem.

Gem & Etho in my headcannons are adopted siblings, so by extention this sort of makes Gem one of Artem's siblings because they see Etho like a big brother. They both agreed that they're just best friends.

Onto the 5 life series members that were left out!

Jimmy is the only one Artem has a family like relationship with. They're like siblings in a way, but it's unclear who acts like the older sibling- it always changes.

Martyn & Artem have a strange relationship. Artem sees Martyn as a friend, but doesn't know much about him besides how he had done in the past life series. Martyn however, wants to mentor Artem like a parent. Both have had encounters with watchers and listeners, and he wants to help them with it.

Scott and Artem are the gay best friend duo that you can't stop. End of story.

Artem met Lizzie through Joel, and they both think eachother are chill.

Artem has only had super brief interactions with BigB, and is somehow super intimidated by him.

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That's about it for them, idk what else I would write but feel free to ask questions about them or to them! I love making little ask series :)

Tagging @insoucianceart cuz I remember you saying something about being interested in my oc(s) :3

#artem rambles #artem ocs #cadraws #my art #oc #original character #hermitsona #hermitblr #hermitcraft #asks are open about c!artem #you can also ask c!artem questions!!

[aroaceleovaldez]

What godly parent would be good for a set of triplets oc?

There's a lot of options you could go for! Depends on what type of theming you prefer, I suppose. Lucky for you, Greco-Roman mythology loooooves things in threes. The original version of this post got long so I'll make a (slightly) shorter version:

Honestly, any deities that are twins/etc, or have twin/triplet/quadruplet/etc or otherwise large thematic groupings of children, or are part of a thematic triad (which Roman mythos has a few of)/etc, all easy options.

Hecate is an obvious one cause of the triple form. Selene, Persephone, and Artemis are also all associated with her as a triad. Selene also sometimes is seen as mother of the seasons, which is a grouping of four. Artemis is obviously a twin herself and Apollo is the father of the muses of the lyre, who are three sisters if not triplets (Cephisso, Apollonis, Borysthenis. Or Hypate, Mese, and Nete). Not to mention just the Muses in general. Janus is more twos/doubles but you could work with that. I've been enjoying playing around recently with children of Feronia (Roman goddess) concepts, because one of her mythological children had a triple soul and had to be killed thrice to truly die.

Zeus is another who often has children in thematic groups, also commonly in threes - the Fates, the Graces/Charities, etc. Helen of Troy, Clytemnestra, Castor, and Pollux are quadruplets (who sometimes have different fathers and hatched from like one or two eggs, depending, fun fact!) and sometimes Helen is specifically a child of Nemesis. Also you could totally use that myth as thematic basis for your triplet characters just straight up having different godly parents.

Nyx has a ton of kids who are sometimes thematically grouped. Fates were already mentioned, the Furies, the Oneiroi (which are basically literally endless cause they're dreams), etc. Hypnos and Thanatos are twins. The Somnia are 1000 children of Hypnos/Somnus (also dreams) and include the notable triad of Morpheus, Phobetor/Icelos, and Phantasos. The Horae are also often a triad - Thallo, Auxo, and Carpo. Eunomia, Dike, and Eirene. Pherusa, Euporie, and Orthosie. Iris and Arke are more twins. The Erotes have a lot of variation in them - Anteros is sometimes Eros' brother/twin, sometimes Eros, Himeros, and Pothos were all brothers. The Algea could be interesting if you want a darker triad. Astrape and Bronte aren't necessarily twins but are a duo. Deimos and Phobos are twins. Sometimes Ares and Enyo are siblings- and Enyo is also sometimes one of the Graeae, who are another trio of siblings! You get the picture.

As I said, any mythological figure that's known for having children that form a thematic group, or just a really large bunch of children could totally work. Or anyone who's a twin/triplet/quadruplet themself, or their parents, etc etc. And again, see: Leda's kids. Technically there is nothing saying you have to make them all have the same godly parent while keeping them triplets. You can get as funky as you want with it.

#pjo #riordanverse #godly parents #ask #Anonymous #i personally have an oc who's a son of Phantasos right now and he's SO silly. i love him so much he's one of my favs right now #just a silly lil guy with silly lil powers! he can shapeshift but only into inanimate objects (and only within a specific theme) #there's definitely more but those are just a bunch off the top of my head

[piinkyypriincess]

SOUR CHERRY

Luke Castellan x OC

"Fuck the God's, angel, your mine."

Main Paring ~ Luke Castellan x Daughter of Oizys!OC

Warnings ~ Depressing themes, failure, anger, and anxiety.

Spoilers ~ A Ton‼️

Masterpost ~ Here.

Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No beta lmao)

Word Count ~ 3.9k

Chp Summary ~ The God's were supposed to be all knowing. They knew everything about anything and their glorious army for children. They chose when they claimed their children, when they felt their offspring had deserved their presence. Oizys claimed Nisha since the day she was born, it was just a matter of when Nisha would embrace being the daughter of miseries.

Chp 2 ~ Failure is Success (Nisha's Version)

Nisha breathed in the Hermes son's scent of sour cherry juice and wished for the smell of fruity nectar to return.

Fists formed at his sides as the God's argued, veins of powder blue and seafoam green straining through his tanned skin. Dark geode eyes were throwing daggers of celestial iron at the ignorant God's, his brows scrunched slightly with anger.

Chiron waited for the last two students of thirty selected. One suspiciously glaring at the Gods still present from the council, the other with trained eyes on the angry boy. Chiron didn't seem to notice Luke's odd behavior; the centaur eavesdropped on the gods speaking in his mother tongue.

“How could you not foresee a travesty as great as this?!” Zeus thundered, veins drawing lines in his dark-skinned neck as he tantrums.

All of Mount Olympus shook. Nisha could smell electrifying ozone, balsamic grapefruit, burnt soil, and dark oil. She resisted covering her mouth to stop a gag, only swallowing with a grimace on her face.

The God of all God's smelt absolutely horrible like nothing Nisha had ever encountered. His wounded pride filled her nose and sent her senses to go haywire. Something in her ear whispered for her to absorb his misery, his frustration; to transform it into sadness and watch Olympus crumble at her feet.

Her heart screamed for the smell of organic cherries, attempting to focus on the main smell of the fruit, instead of the sharp tang of underripe sourness.

The Hermes cabin counselor smelt intoxicating like an exotic drug. It was like his smell was addicting, swirling above her head.

Nisha salivated at Lucas Castellan's smell. She ignored the thoughts of darkness that creeped into her mind. The intrusive thoughts were common, as she is her mother's child. Unlike her mother, she refuses to sit and watch as she causes destruction only to pity herself for it later.

She had to try and overcome the dark cloud looming over her head; she had to avoid the storm that was Zeus.

“Watch them fall,” a masculine voice whispers in her ear. The tone promised success; the smell consisted of spicy bergamot, heady alcohol, fresh ginger, and sweet strawberries.

He smelt like home, he smelt like her, he smelt like her damned mother; he smelt like greatness and failure concocted into a mix of destruction, and Nisha wanted more. The tantalizing smell taunted her, reminding her of both the fresh poison of failure and sweet aroma of success.

Nisha knew it was right there at the tip of her tongue. She'd never done it to a God, but she could; she'd absorb all the distress out of Zeus with one touch and leave him wallowing in ignorant self-pity.

She could watch Olympus burn and achieve the smell of candy factory glazed strawberries right there. He let his guard down enough for her to do it. It would be as easy as Hypnos lulling the man to sleep on Hera's orders.

Nisha blinked the temptation out of her eyes, hyacinth purple swirling out of her focused amber-brown irises. The eighteen year old pressed her thick lips into a thin line and tried to focus on sour cherries; it made her mind woozy. At least it didn't make her vision blur like Zeus’ intense stench.

The daughter of miseries and failures tugs at the sleeve of the son of travelers and thieves.

Luke's obsidian rocks for eyes soften into boba pearls as Nisha tugs at the sleeve of his orange camp shirt once more. Confusion creases at his brow, and a frown tugs at his mouth rather than a venomous scowl.

The man smelled tart, he was sad, he was lost.

Brushing the tips of her finger against his bicep, she decided to try and absorb the adrenaline from his soul instead. Feeding on his anger makes lava burn in her veins instead of blood and fire lick at her skin instead of air. Replacing his anger with even more sadness mutes him temporarily.

Thank the God's that anger didn't fuel her like sadness did. His body alone was comprised of so much of the reddening emotion, she was sure he was close to exploding. His darkness, however, was wavering. She didn't dare touch that.

Zeus gave another holler that made the claimed Hermes boy flinch instead of glare. His strong backbone melted into jelly, and only a shell of Luke Castellan was left. Only the boy in him was present.

Nisha's breath got stuck in her throat as she tried to breathe in tart cherry. It made her soul scream for more, but heart ache simultaneously.

The negative emotions surrounding Olympus, home of the mighty God's, was overwhelming every time she went for the Solstice event. Only just then, the miseries in the God's safe haven threaten to suffocate Nisha into a fit of destruction.

Nisha is not her mother, she will not break down in the hall of Olympus. She will not be the one to make Olympus crash because their miserys give her power.

Power was primitive. What power did she really have? Her tongue could taste strawberries, and she almost hated it.

Glory, power, and greatness; it all tasted overwhelmingly sweet when a residue of the flavor swirled around her taste buds. It would disappoint her if she was not her mothers daughter, born with disappointment embedded into her bones.

Her fingers yanked around the older teens shirt, and her fistful practically ripped the counselors sleeve off.

Dragging him with her to the elevator, she couldn't help as he had to bend at the waist to prevent his shirt from ripping. Nisha couldn't help her rough reaction as panic dug into her skin with the lingering smell of molding strawberries and rancid pine sap.

Her black, calf height, combat boots clicked against the pearlescent marble tile of Olympus; Luke's red, converse, sneakers squeaked pitifully as the girl walked him out like she owned him. Nisha made sure to keep him sated on his own sadness and frustration so that he wouldn't tear her a new one.

He may have smiled softly at the campers and lent a helping hand more times than not, but she didn't forget his scowl of anger. She was sure Lucus Castellan would've struck the God's where they stood if he had the power to do so.

“I can't see everything, Father! It doesn't work that way,” screams Apollo in the distance. He stunk of sun-dried mandarins, rotting currant fruits and stamped out sage. The God's frustration morphed into anger and dimmed her bloodlust in the slightest amount.

Zeus’ despair was just right there, though. He was angry, but his pride took a loss, he was frantic.

“Are you alright?” Lucas Castellan's voice rang out raspy. The pair waited for the elevator to come back up next to Chiron.

Chiron smelled like dark oak wood, sizzling brown sugar, dry rotting leather, and literal horse hair. His disappointment, concern, and frustration made Nisha want to squeal out in delighted anger.

She could have taken all their misery right then. She could have made them all drown in it.

Back at camp, where it wasn't enclosed and there wasn't Godly drama running around, she almost never felt such surges of overwhelming temptation.

Nisha craned her neck up to look up at Luke, who stood a foot taller than her humble five foot one inch height.

The boy was practically pressed against her back dumbly. Nisha assumed it was thanks to her abilities temporarily removing his rage, and apparently sense, from his body. The teen boy's hands clenched at his sides nervously, and eyes were glazed over with a mist of tears.

Lucas Castellan was many things. Publicly emotional was not one.

Nisha ripped her hand off the teens' bicep and shirt, realizing her damage. She allowed his true nature of anger to return.

There was still nothing but tart cherries filling the air around them. She'd made him feel misery, and she felt no better than her mother.

The elevator dinged, then clicked open, “Are you?” Nisha questioned back rhetorically after a moment, her voice monotonous and head swimming with guilt.

Regardless, the boy's red-bitten lips dared to open, a rumble cut him off.

“You!” Zeus screeched. The lights around Olympus flickered, and the windows reflected nothing but stormy rain outside.

“Who?” Luke accidentally blurted out, still recovering from the bipolar loss of anger. Nisha pressed her heart-shaped lips into a line and wished for a God to open up a crater in the ground to swallow her whole.

“Shut up,” Nisha hissed, lacking anger. She stepped her foot outside of the opened elevator at the storm God's attention. Chiron smelt of burnt brown sugar, melted plastic, and burning forest fire.

The centaurs' driven concern put Nisha on edge as she looked up at the Lord of the Sky. The God of God's had an expression as dark as a thundercloud etched onto his dark teak skin. His electrifying blue eyes practically glowed with lightning as he stared at the girl and his centaur half-brother down.

Luke's presence was promptly ignored. It was as if he wasn't worth the God's attention.

“The unclaimed child, come forth,” yelled the storm God from the council table. Mount Olympus began to shake again at his bellows, and Nisha could feel anxiety swell inside her brain.

Nisha inhaled the smell of worried molding cherry and rancid nuts, then held her breath. Zeus needed to blame others for his own incompetence; he was faltering with his strength while she festered with blood-lust.

She almost wanted to watch Olympus burn beneath her feet. That taste of success would've been sweet if she did.

“They are so ignorant,” Thinks the girl, blinking slowly. She looked between Hermes' claimed son and Chiron, the Trainer of Heroes who gave side glances at her.

"But nobody knows," She thinks, leaning back in realization at her situation. Both were looking at her to answer.

A flat expression painted her face darkly; worry washed over by the Hermes cabin counselor and the planner of camp activities. Nisha swore she heard something akin to a pitiful whine being coughed from the back of Luke's throat.

Her nose begs for another whiff of cherry. She defies Zeus and takes a step backward to the teen whose brain finally begins to restart. His eyes are wide, and his anger is ever coursing through his veins.

She hoped dead willows were not present in his scent of mainly fruit. His resentment was powerful, intoxicating. His wrath was forceful, festering. He would fail himself going down a path that made him sour.

“Child!” Zeus screeched, and Apollo took a step away from his father. The sun God's ash blonde blonde locs were pushed back from his face with one hand. The handsome God's tan-brown skin started to lose its gold luster at his Father's screams.

Apollo looked straight at Nisha with his diamond blue orbs observing her face. Gleams of gold started to disappear in them as he soaked up her presence.

She did not need to breathe to know that his smell of sandalwood, unripe mandarin oranges, decaying red currants, and burnt moss had returned. It was probably even stronger than before when Zeus' focus was trained on him.

When anger dims, frustration lingers, after frustration passed, sadness was present.

He must've smelt like greatness to her, the daughter of distress and miseries. Failure made her smell sweet; failure made them smell vulnerable, impressionable, and destroyable.

“Watch them fall,” a man chanted in her ear suddenly, his voice distorted and growing louder as she attempted to contain her breaths. Fresh ginger of death, sweet strawberry of success. Her brow furrowed in annoyance. She assumed it was a manifestation of the darkness around them.

“Who could you be talking to, my lord?” Nisha asked with a lith of condescension to her naturally soft spoken tone. Zeus glared at her audacity, blue eyes of electricity clouding over into a blue-gray whirlwind.

His trimmed black beard was salted with streaks of gray. Nisha wondered when he officially stopped aging, if he was old enough for him to lose his wisdom.

“You, unclaimed Demi-God,” the man angrily hissed. His sleek dress shoes stomped against the perfect marble of the council hall as he bounded closer.

Darkness swirled in Nisha's vision, only visible to her amber orbs and invisible to everyone else. Swirling wisps of shimmering starshine black curled against her shadow and grasped her shoulder tightly.

"I'm very much claimed, so I'm confused,” Nisha replied plainly. Doubt circled the room quickly from every corner.

Zeus had a laugh that boomed and bubbled from the back of his throat. It caused thunder to crack past the window. Crows' feet crunched at the corners of his almond-shaped eyes, and a humorless smile slipped on his face dangerously.

Luke took a step closer to Nisha. He was placed right before where darkness lingered; it was behind her back and swept at her spine. His entire broad body shadowed the literal dark shadow behind her.

Zeus took another step closer, ignoring the concern of the centaur and Hermes' child. “I have allowed you to enter through the doors of Olympus during the Winter Solstice as an unclaimed child ever since you were dropped off here,” He sneered. Nisha knew that, and she shrugged dismissively.

Her head tilted boredly as she listened to the angered God. His anger wouldn't tempt her. His smell couldn't as she kept the smell of odd cherry in her lungs.

Zeus’ hands were clasped behind his back, his frame appeared larger as his muscles bulged from beneath his blue pinstripe suit.

The God's were supposed to know everything. They were glorious and powerful. There was no glory in Zeus' smell like there was in his powerful stance. He was just angry.

Nisha couldn't walk out Olympus without burning it to the ground if she was consumed by their misery; she'd make the God's just plain angry instead.

“I have had speculation of why and how you were brought directly here,” He stated strongly. It was as if he wanted to hear her question his integrity for extra pride points.

Nisha swore she could taste sweet strawberry faintly in her mouth. Zeus’ ignorant thoughts and arrogant conundrum was her success, how fitting for a tragedy like her.

When Nisha was born, she was placed at the edge of the Olympus elevator by someone unknown to, even the all-seeing God's. She was swaddled in blankets of various shades of purple and placed in a black baby carriage. She was found by Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt.

A stygian iron and celestial bronze nameplate with a thin imperial gold chain necklace was found at the foot of the baby carriage. It scorched the hand of Zeus when holding it. Nisha saw the scar that looked like a smoothed over lightning strike burn every year, the God's teak skin scarred a stark white.

The brown skinned girl could've sworn the man had it out for her since then. She couldn't have been more than five months old.

Also, her mere existence caused Hera to lash out in anger. “Zeus practically kneeled to her,” Slurred Mr. D when she asked him how the Olympians brought her to Camp Half-Blood. He was inebriated with a wine she bought on a trip to the human realm mixed with crushed berries he refused to tell her about.

Talk about straight priorities.

The girl could smell rich fermented grapes, buttered focaccia bread, cracked cashews, and sweet honey waft from his skin as he told the girl of her own origin story years ago. She could practically taste Dionysus's pride, his satisfaction, at his Fathers intense frustration and rotting ego from the incident that was her existence.

No God wanted to claim a mystery child; the majority of the God's barely wanted to claim their own known children as it was.

The fact that Nisha was left on the God's doorstep and was turned away was all telling of their character and her fate.

Apollo took a hesitant step closer from the thrones in the council hall, pulling at his long blonde locs with a scrunch between his pale blonde brows. His fingers flexed harshly; beneath his gold-brown skin, his veins strained from the force he pulled his hair at.

“Have you come to spite me, child?” Zeus spat rhetorically at her as she didn't answer him previously. He spoke as if he knew the answer. He appeared almost just as smug as angered, but Zeus knew nothing, at least nothing of her.

A God that was full of himself was no God at all, just a man, practically a mortal.

Nisha shook her head softly. Her black tresses were tied up high on her head and braided down neatly to brush over the small of her back.

“No,” She said plainly, linking her fingers in front of her and circling her thumbs against each other. Her gold-brown irises never strayed from Zeus’ stormy gray-blue glare.

Chiron trotted forward on his four horse legs, “Enough, brother, Nisha is but just a child,” He argued with a disappointed look of dower on his face. The man's strong jaw clenched furiously.

Nisha huffed as the Centaurs hand curled against a shoulder that darkness fluttered around. The girl worried for a second that the dark glowing mist would attempt to harm him, but it didn't. It just disbursed from the area he touched.

Leaning into his warm palm slightly, she could feel the older squeezed the brown skin once, conveying a message of silent support.

Luke continued to remain quiet. His rage almost deadly as he practically hovered over her like a second, technically third skin, as shadows tingled her body.

The daughter of Oizys could sense Luke's frustration flowing into his veins even stronger than before, but did not breathe in. She wanted to see how long she could go without the lust to feed from miseries.

The pure warmth from his bubbling wrath, however, felt like a furnace heated by lava against her back. His body was just an inch from being pressed directly against her.

At least Chiron had the decency to back away from her and step in front of them several paces. However, Chiron didn't get his anger absorbed from his body, she supposed.

Luke was definitely lost somewhere inside his brain.

The shadowy mist that attempted to cloud at her skin started to crawl up her fingertips experimentally. It felt like there was a cat's fluffy tail being brushed over her body.

“What am I being accused of?” The supposedly unclaimed child asked, just to hear the immortal man's theory. Pressing her lips into an unimpressed line, she cocked her hip, almost exhausted.

Zeus thundered, “You, Nisha,” He paused for a cheap attempt at a dramatic effect. Apollo actually stiffened in fear as his eyes surveyed the girls' traditionally feminine features. He heaved a gasp in anticipation.

“Are the the lightning thief,” Zeus boomed, making Chiron scrunch his features up in disbelief. Behind her, Luke heaved a sigh that sounded oddly relieved but frustrated.

Both men were silent; one from disbelief and the other from rage. “And why exactly would it be me?” Nisha attempted not to laugh, picking at the plum colored varnish polished on her long nails.

An angry God was still a God, Nisha played into his hand with the intent of not choking someone on their suffering. They'd always come back, but she would be imprisoned for killing a literal Greek God.

“As my unclaimed child, you come to spite me. Only a child of the The Big Three has capabilities of such a task,” He stated with a confident brevity.

Apollo's jaw dropped in exaggerated disbelief.

Chiron scowled with a frown of frustration at his lips.

Luke pulled her a step away from all three of them, uncharacteristically protective for someone who'd never looked at her before.

“Watch them fall,” the gravely voice hissed in her ear again, and Luke flinched slightly next to her; his dark eyes hardened into obsidian once more. It was as if he heard the hissing as well.

The dark mist, the color of night, shimmered against her skin and wrapped against her hands. Nisha did not need to breathe to smell fresh ginger, sweet strawberries, steamed lavender, and dark chocolate.

“Miseries are unavoidable,” her mother whispered in her head, a gentle reminder from a not-so-gentle woman.

Nisha huffed a deep sigh.

Oizys was a primordial goddess that represented all mental harm within every living being. Her mother was anxiety ridden, depressed, and in retrospect, saddly a better parent than most God's.

Oizys knew who she was. She knew what she was, and she knew she was not going to be a good mother.

Oizys may have been the embodiment of misery, and her child too despite others' neutral opinion on her currently, but there was one thing other than miserable she was.

Powerful.

Either way, Nisha played her hand. She was doomed to fail. She knew that, but she still tried. She tried to deny her mother's claim, but failure was unavoidable.

Nisha didn't like public displays of power, personally. She didn't have power systemically in both the mortal and mythical world, but she certainly more power biologically compared to everyone in the room.

Zeus could make her life a living hell; Nisha could watch the world burn like the mysterious temptation was whispering; or she could do the responsible thing for others. The right thing for others.

Make her own life miserable.

Failure, disappointment, frustration, depression; all part's of misery that was undeniable, expected, unavoidable, and bound to last forever for her. Failure for Zeus would be better than falling, it would be temporary. He would eventually find his lightning thief and prosper.

If he fell and Nisha killed him, then returned as he was immortal, it was a definite that others would try and challenge the power in Olympus.

Nisha may have hated most God's, especially pretentious ignorant ones like Zeus, but she didn't want that fallout on her.

Unlike other Gods sectors and specalties; Oizys was quite literally the cause of tears, sadness, and everything miserable with living things. Nisha's failure would last forever in favor for the world, for the Gods, and somewhat for herself.

Failure was her success.

She would never actually taste sweet strawberry that tasted better than fresh fruit if it were in her hands.

Nisha still decided she would not live up to her mother's name that day. She would not cause misery to others. She would only claim misery as her own. Wear failure with a badge of honor as she tried to deny it before.

"How ironic," She thinks, defeated.

Her mother hums from somewhere within the dark mist, and the darkness around her swirls and shimmers. It attempts to cover and drag her into the dark where she belonged.

"I'm claiming you instead of you claiming me, who would've thought?" Nisha rhetorically questioned internally.

Unfortunate feelings of belonging weigh heavy on her heart as she tilts her head slightly; leaning into her mother's control of the dark mist against her cheek.

This time, the teenage girl really couldn't help but giggle.

Disappointment was always sunk deep into her bones, as expected. The shadows of her mother warmed her skin in the winter cold. Miserable but prideful, feelings erupted on her mother end.

Her sweet strawberries, her mothers fresh ginger; the smell she doesn't breathe in, but it pools on her tongue.

Failure is her success. That was both the mother and daughter's fate. It was time for Nisha to own it.

#luke castellan x fem!poc!oc! #kinda dark luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x oc #percy jackon and the olympians #the lightning thief #percy jackson #zeus #apollo #oizys

[percys-blue-food-vendor]

demigod OCs

Lucy(my daughter!)(poseidon): @that-dam-daughter-of-poseidon

Moth (apollo): @moththecabin7kid

Didi (apollo): @thatonebitheaterkid

He (apollo): @healing-with-he

Aria(apollo) @aria-pane

Jade (hecate): @keeper-of-lunionem

Shay (hermes): @shay-with-a-gun

Lexi (apollo): @my-aunt-is-cooler-than-my-dad

Fern (aphrodite): @fern-luvs-you

Fin (hypnos): @fin-is-very-tired

Aster (ares): @ast3rrul3z

Estra (hermes): @estraava

Jaxon (dionysus): @superbstarlightsheep

Raime (athena): @complex-compound-raime

River (hades) @green-tea217

Maja(Hecate): @polish-child-of-hecate

Selena(Hades): @yes-im-a-daughter-of-hades

Bill(Boreas): @bill-son-of-boreas

Cameron(Ares): @cameron-is-chaotic

Avery(Hades): @i-need-a-dam-nap

Clio(Dionysus): @clio-daughter-of-dionysus

#navigation #:) #aaaah why wont lucy taggg #a couple wont tag actually and its really annoying me #there is so many of you guys now i have definitely forgotten people

[unagidevi]

PINNED POST AND INTRODUCTORY

A long one, but I'm sure you can make it

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Table of Contents

-Introduction

-Tags and Meanings

-Discord Server

-Art Rules

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Introduction

Hello, I'm unagidevi but please refer to me as Dev, Devi or Devion. People usually use Dev or Devi, but any of those three work. I have High-Functioning Autism, and ADHD. I was diagnosed when I was younger by a proper doctor. I like doing art, and writing. I also really love fantasy type stories or art, that is one of my favorites.

Some Fandoms I'm in:

Isaac Beamer Versus the Supernatural (IBVS)

Warrior Cats

Gacha by Luni/Lunime

The Umbrella Academy

Undertale / Dreamswap

My posts usually consist of Undertale, IBVS and Dreamswap. There isn't much of the others on here. I am writing two stories right now, a fantasy AU that follows two princess and a Dreamswap AU thats called Whimsical Dreamswap.

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Tags and Meanings

I am sincerely sorry with how far this will probably go on, but I am going to do my best to shorten it. Blue is for OCs and Stories, Pink is Main Tags, Red is for tags relating to me, Orange is for other, Purple is for shipping. I won't be listing the Dreamsleep characters here because it takes awhile.

dreamsleep explanation - a dreamsleep tag that you can see what info there is.

dreamsleep - the fantasy AU that follows Dream and Nightmare and their travels.

asks for dev - just normal asks

devs anon asks - anon asks

dev rambles like a lunatic - rambling about anything and everything

whimsical dreamswap / whs ds - fantasy au of dreamswap

dev doodles / dev wips - doodling, sketching, etc

finchfeathers - finch and dream ship tag

bluetooth - blue and hacker ship tag

paintedwings / fink - finch and ink ship tag

burntstring - finch and error ship tag

tatteredwings - finch and cross ship tag

skullcandy - hacker and cross ship tag

terrorvisions - randy and dream / gay dads tag

stellars jay - blue and finch ship tag

starryskies - hacker and nightmare ship tag, reference to @starryelem

redsoul - dreamsleep ship, klaus and mal

izzy coleman / noel barker - normal ocs in a normal world

dakota feverview - dreamswap oc

rory caskey - ibvs oc

casimir dream / akli nightmare - whs ds

swindler ink / cobalt!blue - whs ds

anwar bobby / rana randy / kamaxe hacker - whs ds

arcane or arc error / azeban cross - whs ds

lorcan finch / anika whsds / whsds tank / whsds albert - whs ds

dev the simp - some tumblr ask blogs give me this name

devs pets - one or many of my tons of pets

dev ideas - dev performs an idea thats probably bad

devs ao3 - links

whs ds fanart - fanart of whs ds

drmslp fanart - fanart of dreamsleep

icterid 'starling' fink - fink shipchild, shared with @starryelem

nolan 'peridot' silva - ds errormare shipchild, shared with @starryelem

nelson 'ruby' silva - ds errormare shipchild, shared with @starryelem

hypno carmine - koriot and cross shipchild, shared with @starryelem

lavender von licht - adopted child of dreams, shared with @starryelem

[askers username] - you asked me.

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Discord Server

Come join my discord server. Please follow the rules, and do not make any remarks that will be a problem. You get two warnings before a ban. If someone is giving you problems, please let me know and don't take it upon yourself.

Please remember to follow the rules, i can't stress that enough.

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Art Rueles

Why do I have Art Rules? It's just a mild safety percaution.

-Do not steal my art and label it as your own.

-If you use my art for any purpose, just don't use it for nefarious purposes and at least credit me.

-Don't download and repost it, calling it 'exposure'

-Requests and Commissions are always open. Ask for Requests through my ask box!

-Please do not trace my art, thank you! Heavily referencing or just Referencing is fine.

#devs introduction #ibvs #dreamswap #dev rambles like a lunatic #pinned post #intro #pinned intro

[eepyartz]

Side Order Au

Story of the au- this au just adds more characters with the ability to switch the character you can play as. Being able to switch characters adds special levels

A simple side order au but, what if it was more oc based

Characters

Off the hook

Acht

Violet

Fatal Ice (seperated)

4

María

Toxic Jewels (separated)

Since this is more oc based some boss fights require specific ocs to fight it because of their relationship with the other character that they’re fighting.

Toxic Jewels & Fatal Ice are separate for a different reason because the members of the bands are separated from their female members. So, now they climb the spire of order in hopes to find them before they hit the top.

Boss Fight 1

The Captain of skeletal-Ice

Skeletal Snow

Character requirement- Jinx

Boss Fight 2

The Forgotten one

Jellyton 4

Character Requirement- Violet

Boss Fight 3

Overworked idol

Coral Raisy

Character Requirement-Bevy & Saku

Some of these characters already had gained some of the pallets needed to beat these upcoming bosses.

It would be best for them to get upgrades as they climbed the spire

With 8 being more skilled she took bites at the rigorous stages while everyone else did the hard and normal stages.

Though the ida sisters would have to battle together for the time in forever after finding a secret boss fight

Character switch- María —> Coral

Using coral in a run unlocks a level titled “The Floral Soldier” as plum takes a similar appearance as 4 and heleda looking like the skeletal fish enemies

She throws out flower-based enemies, as she runs to take cover. But, they leave the spire together in his words “He came for one thing and he got it”

Secret Boss

‘Lost Parents’

Character Requirement- Marina & María

It seems order had taken control of their parents so, now they had to defeat them to get them back . Once freed though it was not their fault they grieve that they’ve missed so much of 8’s life

Violet’s Palette

Weapon- Order E-liter 4k

Bomb-Suction Bomb

Special-Stamper

Most Common Chips-Power

Second Most Common Chips- Homing Shots

Plum’s Palette

Weapon- Order Rose Roller

Bomb- splat bombs

Special-reef slider

Most Common Chips- Range

Second Most Common Chips- Power

Daisy’s Palette

Weapon- Order N-ZAP ‘89

Bombs-Splash Wall

Special-Tenta Missiles

Most Common Chips-Mobility

Second Most Common Chip-Lucky

Bevy’s Palette

Weapon-Order Splash-o-matic

Bombs-angle shooter

Special-ink vac

Most Common chips- Support

Second most common chips- Drone

Saku’s Palette

Weapon- Order Aerospray

Bomb-sprinkler

Special- Ink jet

Most common chips- Range

Second common chips- support

Helada’s Palette

Weapon-Order tetra dualies

Bombs-auto bombs

Special- Kraken

Most Common chip- Power

Second most common chip-range

Jinx’s Palette

Weapon-Order Foil Squeezer

Bomb-Torpedo

Special- Splash Down

Most common chip-Drone

Second most common chip-mobility

Coral’s Palette

Weapon-Order Splatana Wiper

Bomb-burst

Special-Crab Tank

Most Common Chips-Luck

Second most common chips- Mobility

Bonus!

Acht’s Palette

Weapon-Order Jet Squelcher

Bomb-ink mine

Special-Enemy Stunner

Most Common chip type-Range

Second Most Common chip type- power

(Just wanted to make this)

[Edit-and i also will edit this every now and then when i add something new ✨]

Character Switches- character switches can give different things to the run maybe different dialogues or a special level

For example

Switch María —> Enzo(4)- You unlock a boss fight called ‘Child Star’ against a monochrome hypno shades violet with dialogue of him & pearl

Switch María —> Kamau(3)

Unlocks dialogue being confused why the captain is here along with a boss fight call ‘Octo Captain’ up against María

Also unlocks a little song duo between the two, which is a reprise/cover of Candy coated rocks & color pulse

Switch María—> Callie & Marie

Unlocks fangirling dialogue from marina and a boss fight called ‘Double Trouble’ against violet & 4

Switch María —> Glimmer & Shimmer (neo 3 & 3.1)

Unlocks new dialogue

Switch María—> Deep Cut

Unlocks new dialogue & a boss fight called ‘Out with the old in with the new’ fight with the squid sister trio

Switch María —> Octavio

Unlocks new dialogue & a boss fight called ‘The Ida’s’ between Octavio and his brother

Switch María —> Marina

Unlocks alternative dialogue & a Boss fight called ‘Inner 8’

Bonus! using marina in a run unlocks song reprises or song covers

- Marietime memory (Reprise)

Covered by- Marina & María

-Imperfect Majesty (Side order nasty majesty remix)- covered by Violet & María

-City of color reprise covered by - violet & maría

Side Order Au

Secret Boss

Bleached Infinity

Location of Boss battle: A colorless Octo Valley, the place where the storymode of splatoon 1 took place.

Normally you’d be 8 but, now you’re 3 as you now play as Kamau the captain of the new new squidbeak splatoon wearing a colorless but, tweaked version of his old agent uniform but, still bared his captain hat and main weapon now tasked with the objective to take down 8 taken over by bleached coral sticking out the side of her head.

The boss battle has 5 phases against 8 with her using two of the six maxed out power chips in each phase. Which includes Power, Range, Mobility, Drone , Support & Lucky.

During the fifth phase 8 is slower since she has progressively gotten tired out trying to use different chip combinations to help. The end of the fight finally getting the coral off her face though it left a mark it was a victory.

Extra Fun Fact!- Since the boss battle takes place in the digital version of octo valley after every phase the background always changed to a different area when 8 super jumps to the boss kettle of that respective area

And when you finally defeat her it goes back to the Octo Valley. The music of the boss fight is probably like distorted remixes of the splat 1 bosses, boss music

#side order #side order au #acht splatoon #splatoon #splatpost #splatoon ocs #plum(ex rival octo) #coral (salmonling) #maría ida #bevyonga #saku rosé #daisy angel #fatal ice #Violet Hotaru #marina ida #pearl houzuki

[insomniac-jay]

PJO OC Masterlist

Hester Sterling - Main OC. Daughter of Apollo and Hunter of Artemis. Everyone says she's reaching about Apollo killing her dad but what if she's not? Shipped with Annabeth.

Avril & Leticia Sterling - Hester's younger sisters and daughters of Apollo. They are a set, do not separate. Thinking about pairing Avril with Leo.

Daniel Choi - Son of Hermes. Gifted with his father's speed which is ironic considering he has motion sickness.

Marigold Hayworth - Daughter of Demeter. She's the sweetest girl ever but do not ask her what she does in her greenhouse (making eldritch plant horrors).

Lorena de la Vega - Child of Hypnos. They stay having out of body experiences that leaves them tired. Can fight a whole army in their sleep, though.

@punkeropercyjackson @mayameanderings @leo-thecactus

#jay's pjo ocs

[risingsh0t]

OCS + GREEK GOD PARENTAGE.

tagged by @corvosattano, @nightbloodbix, @jackiesarch, @chuckhansen, & @kingsroad to take this uquiz, thank you beloveds!! 💛

—APOLLO & IRIS Oh, sweet child of the sun and rainbows! Your father is the radiant oracle of truth, and your mother the winged messenger of Olympus. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by honor, creativity, and devotion. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of visions and watercolors as you grow into your power.

—HYPNOS & HARMONIA Oh, sweet child of sleep and harmony! Your father dwells in the Underworld among the poppies, and your mother turned serpentine for love. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by calmness, insight, and serenity. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of meditation and silence as you grow into your power.

—HERMES & DEMETER Oh, sweet child of travel and harvest! Your father is the swift herald of the gods, and your mother the sacred watcher of life and death. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by cleverness, adaptation, and change. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of pollination and endings as you grow into your power.

tagging: @marivenah, @leviiackrman, @shadowglens, @loriane-elmuerto, @shellibisshe, @indorilnerevarine, @aragorngf, @malefiicarum, @leondaltons, @sstewyhosseini, @detectivelokis, @florbelles, @unholymilf, @confidentandgood, @roofgeese, @aartyom, @jacobseed, @gwynbleidd, @minaharkers, @cybilbennettgf, @fenharel, @denerims, @queennymeria, @shadowsofrose, @umbertors, @arklay, @arthrmorgann if you want to!

#tag game #oc: arielle #oc: piper #oc: oriane #i am once again apologizing for being behind on tag games lmao #but as always thank you for tagging me!! 😭 #loved this one. so many possible results #oriane's was interesting to see since she's a norse goddess #it got pretty close actually

[lycankeyy]

ACTUALLY piggybacking off that ask I guess I've never explained WHY Somnia is so important to me. So I guess there's not a better time than now to explain the backstory of how Hypno is my secret #1 favorite Pokémon that I don't talk about

Amazingly this story starts of when I was like. A really little kid. First learning how to read. I had this book called The Dream Eater where a little kid helps a town plagued by nightmares after saving a baku, a mythical Japanese creature that eats nightmares. It was one of my favorites growing up.

When I got into Pokémon (like really into Pokémon, I've been interested since I was 4 but I only started having my life revolve around it when I was 11 or so), I realized that Drowzee was based on the same legend, so naturally I grew to like them a lot. The thing was that I was also starting to get invested in Pokémon Creepypastas around that time, so it was impossible to ignore its evolution's... reputation. Not to mention how comfortable some people were making jokes about said reputation in reference to me liking them. When I was a child.

I really hated that this seemed to be all people could talk about when it came to this cute little fictional animal. In a weird way, it reminded me of how people act like sharks or snakes are evil (both of which I was also an avid defender of when I was younger lmao). In my frustration, I wrote a now-lost "parody" Hypno's Lullaby where a Hypno was abandoned after evolving even though she was the Specialest Most Nicest Pokémon in the World. The Hypno in this story was named Somnia. While the original version of the story is gone and I haven't gone through the trouble of finding my old art of her, I did redesign her in early 2023:

Around the point of her redesign, as well as me deciding I wouldn't rewrite the story on account of it being more or less hate art for another story lmao, I decided that if I ever found a shiny female Drowzee or Hypno, I would take extra good care of her and have her be Somnia's "good ending". Lo and behold, a few months later, I found one during Safari Week. As I'm friends with a couple people who do Ribbon Masters, I decided I would do the same for her. And now, instead of a haggard, tragic Poképasta OC, this is Somnia's official final design:

The world may be against Hypno, but I am it's strongest soldier. We have been bonded since my childhood and I refuse to let people continue to tarnish its name with their gross and cruel idea of jokes. Hypno is a cute Pokémon and I'm tired of pretending it's not

Now I just need them to add Hypno to Pokémon Sleep so we can come full circle /j

#ty for reading this if u did my heart is full of love for misunderstood and frequently bashed pokemon #💛 #the plush is so dirty because its too small to cuddle. so shes on my display shelf #i hope they make a big one one day HDJWHDJ #pokemon #somnia the hypno

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AU & Plot Wishlist 2024

Krang > Gets banished and meets your muse instead of Shredder. > Getting tired of his failures & attempts to be good. Is still a grumpy disaster tho. > IDW-influenced plot where he tries to Terraform a planet for the last Utroms. > It's inventory day and your muse has to help him check all his inventions. > His latest invention turns him accidentally into a tiny Utrom child again. > 'Invention gone bad' shenanigans in general. > Is being approached to help your muse build or fix something.

Shredder > Yoshi & the Turtles are dead, and Shredder leads a Crime Empire now. > Yakuza AU that's completely outside the Turtles-Verse. > He's just trying to enjoy his long overdue villain vacations. > Nagi never died-AU, and Saki became a writer instead of a supervillain. > Krang was captured and he has to rescue him with your muse's help.

Subprime > Knight never betrayed the council and continued to be their haughty hero. > His cyber-eye malfunctions so bad, he (temporarily) loses his memory. > Continuation AU where Prime is gone, but Sub survived. > Goes undercover and ends up stuck somewhere with your muse. > Accidently starts liking someone for real, oops. > Double/Triple-Crossing plots. Enemy to friend to enemy.

Bebop & Rocksteady > Bebop & Rocksteady Destroy Everything, the sequel. > They leave Shredder to have their own little punk band again. > They have a big fight and your muse ends up helping them back together. > They are sent to steal something out of your muse's world. > Odd circumstances lead to the two becoming Earth's last hope... > Just stuff including N'sho-v.

Bishop > Learns more human shenanigans. Not all of it is going to be useful... > Your muse gets to see his true identity (by chance or accident). > It's time for his vacation. He's not quite familiar with that concept though. > Subprime teleports him to a different world to have him out of the Kraang's way. > The Council/Utrominon is in danger and he needs your muse's help.

Hypno > Hypno's untapped potential of being an uncle figure to the Turtles. > Dealing with the aftermath of the movie because WELL... > Maybe some stuff with Warren included (I never wrote Warren tho so IDK). > Just Hypno threads in general actually.

General stuff > Angsty threads because I feel like I don't get to do that enough here. > Ships/Romantic plots if there's chemistry. > More crossovers. Give me your OCs and different muses.

#Wishlist #(I went through that old post and well... these wishlist points have been barely touched yet) #(And even if some plots are ongoing already I wouldn't mind doing them with other muses as well) #(I also need to stop being lazy lmao. SO yeah new post.) #(I've added some things too. Like ya know... Hypno) #(the Hippo-Man gets constantly forgotten here rip)

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Which Greek Gods are your OC(s) parents?

Tagged by @cassietrn @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies and @blissfulalchemist to take this quiz! Thank you :3

Zeus & Aphrodite

Oh, sweet child of the thunder and love! Your father was crowned king of the gods, and your mother was born beautiful of Titan's blood. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by strength, passion, and consuming desire. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of agape love and clouds as you grow into your power.

Hypnos & Persephone

Oh, sweet child of sleep and flowers! Your father dwells in the Underworld among the poppies, and your mother the Queen of the Underworld. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by calmness, serenity, and compassion. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of hypnotic plants and innocence as you grow into your power.

Poseidon & Nemesis

Oh, sweet child of the sea and revenge! Your father guards the borders of the sea, and your mother the punisher of mortal sin. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by emotion, heartbreak, and retribution. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of sunken ships and tidal waves as you grow into your power.

Tagging @florbelles @belorage @trench-rot @wrathfulrook @deputyash @derelictheretic @purplehairsecretlair @afarcryfrommymain @allthearchetypes @aceghosts @shallow-gravy @nuclearstorms @katsigian @strangefable and whoever wants to!

#oc: Cooper McCoy #oc: Valor Coleman #oc: Ward Drachen #not Zeus for Cooper sjjsjjdjjdnnd #but the description fits so

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im probably posting too much about my OC's but its all i can think about rn lol, anyways, Mitchell Elliot, Hypnos!

"Could you guys keep it down? I'm trying to sleep here"

"Dude, it's 4pm, you should be awake anyways"

"Not according to my tired body,"

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Meet Hypnos / Mitchell Elliot!

I named him Hypnos, after the god of sleep! Since his powers involve being able to calm people down and making them sleep, downside of this is that he's always tired (he needs to down a ton of coffee just to feel normal lol)

Since hes tired all the time, hes usually just at the hero base, he works at the infirmary (med place? dunno what its called), he helps by calming people down, or putting them to sleep when needed (ex. they're in immense pain, maybe surgery if it works like that, etc.). He rarely goes to battle, only going if it needs to end with no one getting hurt, like if a citizen was being mind controlled, someone's powers going haywire, a villain super close to a redemption, Jinx being a little fuck, or maybe a lot of people are panicking and they need to chill.

Yeaaahh, his costume is like pajama's, to be fair, he doesn't go on battle much, so he's fine. Also, he pissed off the tailor cause he kept falling asleep.

Hes about 20 years old (18 when he joined), uses he/they, and he's also albino! So he has white hair and light skin, he's also easily sunburned, and pretty sensitive to light, so he usually has sunglasses, and uses sunscreen and wears long sleeve shirts, and long pants

He also has pretty bad eyesight, so he usually has glasses (he isn't wearing them here since he just woke up), he doesn't wear contact lenses since he knows he can fall asleep at any time, and it isn't advisable to do that!

Mitchell was an accident child, so yeah, his parents were business owners, and they didn't have time for him, so he was usually left at home, or with a babysitter, Mitchell also didn't do well at elementary school, since he sleeps a lot, high school was a lot more accommodating since usually, high school is when their powers show up, so teachers there are trained to be more accommodating, (they also have a lot of teachers there and trainers, so students can get help almost 24/7)

Also, the backstory for Mitchell getting into the heroes is that one time, Mitchell's powers were flaring up, and everyone around him fell asleep, and the heroes got there, solved the issue, and saw Mitchells potential, and Mitchell joined them (which is pretty good, since most likely, Mitchell probably wont be able to get a job since he's always tired or falling asleep,)

Mitchells hair is pretty messy and fluffy, since he doesn't get much time to take care of himself

His plush bunny is named Pluff, he would love to have a real pet bunny, but he knows he wont be able to take care of it, he also gave Adrian the teddy bear in Adrians room!

hes Aro/Ace, his only love is the bed /j, he is Aro/ace tho.

Have trouble sleeping? Go to Hypnos! Have trouble calming down / need some comfort? Go to Hypnos!

Mitchell's room is really fluffy, with fluffy carpet, fluffy bed, fluffy plushies, etc.etc.

Mitchell can see the future a bit, kinda like, he can see the future in his dreams, but his dreams are a bit foggy,

He keeps in touch with his parents, he doesn't resent them or anything, nor does he feel anything to them anyway,

He isnt really a sidekick, since he usually works at the infirmary of the hero base, but if does go out, he's just partnered up with some other hero on the mission, a strong hero at best, since he's pretty vulnerable

Mitchell can sometimes come off as mean, he's just too tired to lie

For some reason, my thoughts want him to swear, i don't know why, like, the quote i was gonna make for him was like "Can yall shut the fuck up, I'm trying to sleep here" like, maybe calm down asdkjhk

Dream catcher because yes dreams, (it was a gift to him from one of his fellow heroes)

#Bleh bio is pretty short #but thats all anyways #OC #OC art #Shae's OC #Mitchell Elliot (OC)

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My OCs so far in the PJ AU

Iris- daughter of Ares (16)

Finley - son of Poseidon (14)

Odile - daughter of Hebe (15)

Eric (the Patron) - son of Apollo (17)

Ophelia - daughter of Nemesis (17)

Deen (Dogface) - son of Aphrodite (17)

Macy - daughter of ...

Mila - daughter of Iris (14)

Theodore (The Nutcracker) - son of Oizys (15)

"Alice" - daughter of Hypnos (17)

Arden - son of Dionysus (or Tyche I'm not sure) (15)

Axel - son of Hepheastus (13)

Vincenzo - son of Athena

Dr. Libitina - child of Asclepius

#I did some changes because I felt it matched them more~ #the changes are Odile and Ophelia #percy jackson au #olympian au