Mr.D.

god of wine, theatre, insanity. “leave me alone.” —

[mr-d1g-bick]

“Welcome to camp half-blood or…whatever. Go watch the orientation film.”

“Why am I doing this? The kids don’t need an introduction. I al- fine. Welcome to camp. Now don’t expect me to be happy to see you. I’m Dionysus, god of wine, theatre, and insanity. But you’ll call me Mr.D.”

“I’m here because Zeus, the king of the gods you all know and love- (hate.) was feeling jealous, alright? Don’t ask me about it, it’s none of your business. But now that you’re here, it’s my job to look over you little brats. So just don’t be a pain. Have a good, most likely short, life. Good riddance.”

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AWWWW

That’s all of cabin 12 btw.

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"DAD. dad. old man. pops. father. daddyo. Its my birthday. wish me happy birthday." - Ur tottaly fav son KLAUSSS YAY! (@urlocalchaosjunkie)

(Ignore how I’m SO fucking late to this. I’m disappointed in myself honestly. I need to check this inbox more)

“Jesus- quit screamin’ in my ear kid. Gods.”

“Happy birthday, kid. Ya good now?”

[mr-d1g-bick]

Ernest ran over to his 'mama', holding a sword. Where had he gotten one was anyone's guess. He was holding it incorrectly, narrowing missing his own leg as he ran with the blade dangerously close to his skin.

"Mama look!" He cheered, his ability to speak having drastically improved over the past few months. "New toy!" He beamed, showing off his sword.

“Holy sh- NO! No, no, no, NOPE—“ He panicked, immediately moving and snatching the weapon from his….responsibility, and holding it far away. He scanned him with his eyes thoroughly, staring at him in disbelief.

“This,” the god breathed. “Is not a toy. Very dangerous. Will cut you.” Simple words. Easier for Ernest to understand. He sighed tiredly and placed the sword on the pavilion table.

It was dinner time now, and he’d thought Chiron was bringing the kid to dinner. Safely.

Apparently, he’d assumed wrong.

“Where’d you get this?” He demanded.

[meepmoopmaap]

Ernest flinched away at Dionysus's reaction, picking at his nails when he was questioned. "Down there." He answered meekly, pointing at the dirt. He held his hand above the dirt and sure enough, he pulled a weapon from within the earth. This time, he summoned a small dagger.

"They come from where I came from." Ernest explained, holding out the dagger for Dionysus to see.

[mr-d1g-bick]

Dionysus watched as the small knife rose from the ground, and could do only that for a moment—frozen. He blinked, slowly processing that.

“Yes….okay- yeah, I understand that, kiddo, but you can’t play with these. That’s…a very cool talent, but one that’s gonna end up with you losing a few fingers.” He huffed, taking the dagger from the small child. Or, well….not as small child. He’d grown unnaturally fast since he’d first arrived.

The god knew there was something wrong with Ernest. Knew he was not a normal demigod. (Well, as normal as demigods can get.) He had not yet been claimed by a god even though by now it had definitely been long enough for someone to do so, considering the pact Peter Johnson had made.

But what did it mean?

Well- he had an idea. He’d just rather not consider it.

Dionysus sighed, and beckoned the boy closer. He pulled out a chair beside him, forcing a calmer expression. He thought for a moment.

“What other things can you pull from the ground?”

[mr-d1g-bick]

Ernest ran over to his 'mama', holding a sword. Where had he gotten one was anyone's guess. He was holding it incorrectly, narrowing missing his own leg as he ran with the blade dangerously close to his skin.

"Mama look!" He cheered, his ability to speak having drastically improved over the past few months. "New toy!" He beamed, showing off his sword.

“Holy sh- NO! No, no, no, NOPE—“ He panicked, immediately moving and snatching the weapon from his….responsibility, and holding it far away. He scanned him with his eyes thoroughly, staring at him in disbelief.

“This,” the god breathed. “Is not a toy. Very dangerous. Will cut you.” Simple words. Easier for Ernest to understand. He sighed tiredly and placed the sword on the pavilion table.

It was dinner time now, and he’d thought Chiron was bringing the kid to dinner. Safely.

Apparently, he’d assumed wrong.

“Where’d you get this?” He demanded.

[mr-d1g-bick]

Dionysus was allowed to leave camp for two reasons: The solstice, and emergencies. This time, it was the latter. A group of Maenads had sent numerous letters requesting his presence for something of the utmost importance.

When he got there, the high priestess of that group met him outside of the camp.

"My Lord! It's amazing to finally see you!" She cheered, bowing respectfully to him. "Im sure you've gotten our messages, and I promise the thing we called you for is really important! You see...we found this darling little girl, no parents that we know of and she doesn't seem to come from any home...she's a bit younger than the average Maenad buuut...."

Another, younger Maenad ran up to the two, finishing the priestess's sentence. "Can we keep her?! Please Lord Dionysus! She's just the sweetest thing ever!" The maenad begged, speaking like this random girl was a pet rather than a random child they'd be adopting into a serious religious cult.

The priestess nodded, clearing her throat to regain control of the conversation. "She goes by the name Jules. And uhm-...well there are some outstanding circumstances that need to be addressed. Specifically her parentage. We think she might be a demigod, and well- you'll just have to meet her to see what we mean. She's by the fire right now."

Dionysus kept a straight face once he arrived, even though underneath he was truly quite curious as to why such an urgent request for his presence was made. What warranted this kind of assistance?

He smiled respectfully as the woman bowed to him, nodding slightly back at her.

That…was surprising. A little girl? How did his Maenads just- happen to find a child? He listened intently for all the details, humming in response every now and then. He raised an eyebrow as she trailed off, before jumping slightly as another girl rushed up to him.

Keep her? This wasn’t a stray cat they were talking about. This was a little girl. A person. That this Maenad of his was suggesting they adopt into their cult. He opened his mouth before closing it again.

“Jules?” Was the first thing he finally said after this entire interaction. “Wait- hold on. You believe she may be a demigod? Of whom?” That made things much more complicated. If she was a demigod, there was no way he could just let her stay with the Maenads like it was no big deal.

What if her deity parent came running, trying to claim their daughter back once his girls adopted her in? What if they forcefully took her, violent and messy. He didn’t want them getting caught in between that.

He took a deep breath in, then sighed. “Okay. Lead me to her.”

[meepmoopmaap]

The two girls tensed up when Dionysus asked about her parentage, slowly leading him to the camp. "Well- sir- we really hoped you could answer that- you see- uhm-." The younger of the two mumbled. "Well- look for yourself."

As the three approached the fire, Jules looked up...and Dionysus found his own eyes staring back at him. As a matter of fact, Jules looked just like him. Well, she looked identical to the form Dionysus took before he was forced to stay at camp. She looked like the real Dionysus.

"We thought she was you at first, my Lord." The priestess whispered, clearly nervous as Jules stared up at Dionysus. The little girl, maybe 14 at the most, was in the middle of having her long hair braided by another maenad.

"Jules-" The priestess said, trying her best to stay calm. "This is the god we told you about, Lord Dionysus! He's gonna help us decide if you can stay with us!" She explained, earning a big grin from Jules.

"Awesome!!! I wanna be a real maenad so badly!"

[mr-d1g-bick]

Dionysus froze the second he saw him her. He just stared down, silent. He didn’t react to anything the maenads said, just looking the girl in front of him dead in the eyes. His eyes.

That…..there was no way.

Nothing about this makes sense. Nøtħing äbouț this mǎkeş sênse. N̸̩̂̈́õ̵̗̟̖͖͙͈̜̼̦̖̾̇̋̓͋̏͑͊ť̵̘̳͕h̷̨̼̦̬͚͕̟̐̃̅̾͊͝i̶̝̯̗͇͍̙̥͈̓͗́͒͑̿n̵̛͇̱̰̩͈͕̠̗̉̒̄͝g̵̛͇͔͔̫͛̄͋̋̒̍̎͒͝ͅ-̷̥͓͍̤̙̞͜͝

He slowly crouched down in front of her, eyes scanning her from head to toe. She looks like him. She looks- exactly, like him. But that’s impossible. He’s not-

He has no children from that era in his life.

“I…..” The god started, but did not continue. For a few seconds more, but felt like hours with the tension in the area, he stared. Before finally clearing his throat and standing up.

“I do not know. I don’t…I…” The demigod did not like not having an answer for them. He wished he could say something, anything. But there was nothing. No words came to mind.

“Jules. What are you doing here?”

[meepmoopmaap]

The maenads were quiet, the air tense as Dionysus panicked. Jules looked terrified, just how Dionysus looked when he was that age, being hunted by monsters. She sniffled a little, trying not to cry. "I- I just wandered through the woods and found the maenads. They were really nice, and I fit in really well! So- so I wanna stay!" She explained, standing up on uneasy feet.

"They said this place is a huge commitment, so I'll do it! Whatever rituals you guys do, I can do it!" Jules promised, crossing her arms as she stood her ground.

Dionysus could feel it, the unrestrained potential this girl had. She had to be the daughter of a maenad, or at least a god with a similar domain to Dionysus, because the sheer presence of a bacchic frenzy within Jule's tiny psyche was palpable. If she became a maenad, she'd be a force to be reckoned with, just like Dionysus himself.

[mr-d1g-bick]

He stared down at him-her. Damn, he had to stop doing that. He wasn’t looking at himself. Right? Maybe he was having another episode. But no, that didn’t make sense. His head had been clear the entire time up until this point.

“I…okay, I understand stand that- but…” He started, before lowering himself to the ground again—getting level with her. He hated being looked down upon.

“Kid, where did you come from?”

This was clearly a powerful child, the Bacchic energy coming off her obvious. So where did she even come from? How had she reached this place, so deep in the forest? Why was she here in the first place? There was too many questions and he had a feeling there weren’t enough answers.

[meepmoopmaap]

Jules tensed up, hugging herself lightly. "My dad, sir. He died. Monsters got him. I ran away and the maenads found me. I've been traveling with them for a few weeks now." She mumbled, looking down at her feet.

"I've watched the rituals. I know I'm young sir but...I want this. It feels right. I- I don't know where I came from, I never met my mom. But when I'm here, with the maenads, it feels right. Like I've always supposed to been here."

She picked at her nails, pulling at her cuticles. "I've heard people talk, saying we look alike. I- with all due respect sir, I don't see it at all." Yeah, because Jules was seeing his 'look ungodly to piss off Zeus' form, not his real form, the form he took with his maenads, the form he was given by his mother.

[mr-d1g-bick]

Dionysus, even despite the circumstances, couldn’t help but laugh at that comment. Yeah. No kidding. He looked like absolute shit right now. He shook his head with a sigh, face falling. “Yeah, I know.”

He honestly felt sad, staring at this little girl. It was pitiful, her story—and her desperate pleas to stay. Things were just too complicated right now. The god rose once more, running a hand through his hair.

“I….” She wouldn’t understand. Couldn’t understand. There was too much to explain, too many factors as to why it couldn’t be a definite yes, he didn’t know how to articulate that into words. So instead, he said:

“I’ll think about it.” And he knew the Maenads could tell there was much more to it than that, but this was the best thing to tell her at the moment. It was more simple, digestible, not necessarily easy to understand—but doable.

[mr-d1g-bick]

Dionysus was allowed to leave camp for two reasons: The solstice, and emergencies. This time, it was the latter. A group of Maenads had sent numerous letters requesting his presence for something of the utmost importance.

When he got there, the high priestess of that group met him outside of the camp.

"My Lord! It's amazing to finally see you!" She cheered, bowing respectfully to him. "Im sure you've gotten our messages, and I promise the thing we called you for is really important! You see...we found this darling little girl, no parents that we know of and she doesn't seem to come from any home...she's a bit younger than the average Maenad buuut...."

Another, younger Maenad ran up to the two, finishing the priestess's sentence. "Can we keep her?! Please Lord Dionysus! She's just the sweetest thing ever!" The maenad begged, speaking like this random girl was a pet rather than a random child they'd be adopting into a serious religious cult.

The priestess nodded, clearing her throat to regain control of the conversation. "She goes by the name Jules. And uhm-...well there are some outstanding circumstances that need to be addressed. Specifically her parentage. We think she might be a demigod, and well- you'll just have to meet her to see what we mean. She's by the fire right now."

Dionysus kept a straight face once he arrived, even though underneath he was truly quite curious as to why such an urgent request for his presence was made. What warranted this kind of assistance?

He smiled respectfully as the woman bowed to him, nodding slightly back at her.

That…was surprising. A little girl? How did his Maenads just- happen to find a child? He listened intently for all the details, humming in response every now and then. He raised an eyebrow as she trailed off, before jumping slightly as another girl rushed up to him.

Keep her? This wasn’t a stray cat they were talking about. This was a little girl. A person. That this Maenad of his was suggesting they adopt into their cult. He opened his mouth before closing it again.

“Jules?” Was the first thing he finally said after this entire interaction. “Wait- hold on. You believe she may be a demigod? Of whom?” That made things much more complicated. If she was a demigod, there was no way he could just let her stay with the Maenads like it was no big deal.

What if her deity parent came running, trying to claim their daughter back once his girls adopted her in? What if they forcefully took her, violent and messy. He didn’t want them getting caught in between that.

He took a deep breath in, then sighed. “Okay. Lead me to her.”

[meepmoopmaap]

The two girls tensed up when Dionysus asked about her parentage, slowly leading him to the camp. "Well- sir- we really hoped you could answer that- you see- uhm-." The younger of the two mumbled. "Well- look for yourself."

As the three approached the fire, Jules looked up...and Dionysus found his own eyes staring back at him. As a matter of fact, Jules looked just like him. Well, she looked identical to the form Dionysus took before he was forced to stay at camp. She looked like the real Dionysus.

"We thought she was you at first, my Lord." The priestess whispered, clearly nervous as Jules stared up at Dionysus. The little girl, maybe 14 at the most, was in the middle of having her long hair braided by another maenad.

"Jules-" The priestess said, trying her best to stay calm. "This is the god we told you about, Lord Dionysus! He's gonna help us decide if you can stay with us!" She explained, earning a big grin from Jules.

"Awesome!!! I wanna be a real maenad so badly!"

[mr-d1g-bick]

Dionysus froze the second he saw him her. He just stared down, silent. He didn’t react to anything the maenads said, just looking the girl in front of him dead in the eyes. His eyes.

That…..there was no way.

Nothing about this makes sense. Nøtħing äbouț this mǎkeş sênse. N̸̩̂̈́õ̵̗̟̖͖͙͈̜̼̦̖̾̇̋̓͋̏͑͊ť̵̘̳͕h̷̨̼̦̬͚͕̟̐̃̅̾͊͝i̶̝̯̗͇͍̙̥͈̓͗́͒͑̿n̵̛͇̱̰̩͈͕̠̗̉̒̄͝g̵̛͇͔͔̫͛̄͋̋̒̍̎͒͝ͅ-̷̥͓͍̤̙̞͜͝

He slowly crouched down in front of her, eyes scanning her from head to toe. She looks like him. She looks- exactly, like him. But that’s impossible. He’s not-

He has no children from that era in his life.

“I…..” The god started, but did not continue. For a few seconds more, but felt like hours with the tension in the area, he stared. Before finally clearing his throat and standing up.

“I do not know. I don’t…I…” The demigod did not like not having an answer for them. He wished he could say something, anything. But there was nothing. No words came to mind.

“Jules. What are you doing here?”

[meepmoopmaap]

The maenads were quiet, the air tense as Dionysus panicked. Jules looked terrified, just how Dionysus looked when he was that age, being hunted by monsters. She sniffled a little, trying not to cry. "I- I just wandered through the woods and found the maenads. They were really nice, and I fit in really well! So- so I wanna stay!" She explained, standing up on uneasy feet.

"They said this place is a huge commitment, so I'll do it! Whatever rituals you guys do, I can do it!" Jules promised, crossing her arms as she stood her ground.

Dionysus could feel it, the unrestrained potential this girl had. She had to be the daughter of a maenad, or at least a god with a similar domain to Dionysus, because the sheer presence of a bacchic frenzy within Jule's tiny psyche was palpable. If she became a maenad, she'd be a force to be reckoned with, just like Dionysus himself.

[mr-d1g-bick]

He stared down at him-her. Damn, he had to stop doing that. He wasn’t looking at himself. Right? Maybe he was having another episode. But no, that didn’t make sense. His head had been clear the entire time up until this point.

“I…okay, I understand stand that- but…” He started, before lowering himself to the ground again—getting level with her. He hated being looked down upon.

“Kid, where did you come from?”

This was clearly a powerful child, the Bacchic energy coming off her obvious. So where did she even come from? How had she reached this place, so deep in the forest? Why was she here in the first place? There was too many questions and he had a feeling there weren’t enough answers.

[mr-d1g-bick]

Dionysus was allowed to leave camp for two reasons: The solstice, and emergencies. This time, it was the latter. A group of Maenads had sent numerous letters requesting his presence for something of the utmost importance.

When he got there, the high priestess of that group met him outside of the camp.

"My Lord! It's amazing to finally see you!" She cheered, bowing respectfully to him. "Im sure you've gotten our messages, and I promise the thing we called you for is really important! You see...we found this darling little girl, no parents that we know of and she doesn't seem to come from any home...she's a bit younger than the average Maenad buuut...."

Another, younger Maenad ran up to the two, finishing the priestess's sentence. "Can we keep her?! Please Lord Dionysus! She's just the sweetest thing ever!" The maenad begged, speaking like this random girl was a pet rather than a random child they'd be adopting into a serious religious cult.

The priestess nodded, clearing her throat to regain control of the conversation. "She goes by the name Jules. And uhm-...well there are some outstanding circumstances that need to be addressed. Specifically her parentage. We think she might be a demigod, and well- you'll just have to meet her to see what we mean. She's by the fire right now."

Dionysus kept a straight face once he arrived, even though underneath he was truly quite curious as to why such an urgent request for his presence was made. What warranted this kind of assistance?

He smiled respectfully as the woman bowed to him, nodding slightly back at her.

That…was surprising. A little girl? How did his Maenads just- happen to find a child? He listened intently for all the details, humming in response every now and then. He raised an eyebrow as she trailed off, before jumping slightly as another girl rushed up to him.

Keep her? This wasn’t a stray cat they were talking about. This was a little girl. A person. That this Maenad of his was suggesting they adopt into their cult. He opened his mouth before closing it again.

“Jules?” Was the first thing he finally said after this entire interaction. “Wait- hold on. You believe she may be a demigod? Of whom?” That made things much more complicated. If she was a demigod, there was no way he could just let her stay with the Maenads like it was no big deal.

What if her deity parent came running, trying to claim their daughter back once his girls adopted her in? What if they forcefully took her, violent and messy. He didn’t want them getting caught in between that.

He took a deep breath in, then sighed. “Okay. Lead me to her.”

[meepmoopmaap]

The two girls tensed up when Dionysus asked about her parentage, slowly leading him to the camp. "Well- sir- we really hoped you could answer that- you see- uhm-." The younger of the two mumbled. "Well- look for yourself."

As the three approached the fire, Jules looked up...and Dionysus found his own eyes staring back at him. As a matter of fact, Jules looked just like him. Well, she looked identical to the form Dionysus took before he was forced to stay at camp. She looked like the real Dionysus.

"We thought she was you at first, my Lord." The priestess whispered, clearly nervous as Jules stared up at Dionysus. The little girl, maybe 14 at the most, was in the middle of having her long hair braided by another maenad.

"Jules-" The priestess said, trying her best to stay calm. "This is the god we told you about, Lord Dionysus! He's gonna help us decide if you can stay with us!" She explained, earning a big grin from Jules.

"Awesome!!! I wanna be a real maenad so badly!"

[mr-d1g-bick]

Dionysus froze the second he saw him her. He just stared down, silent. He didn’t react to anything the maenads said, just looking the girl in front of him dead in the eyes. His eyes.

That…..there was no way.

Nothing about this makes sense. Nøtħing äbouț this mǎkeş sênse. N̸̩̂̈́õ̵̗̟̖͖͙͈̜̼̦̖̾̇̋̓͋̏͑͊ť̵̘̳͕h̷̨̼̦̬͚͕̟̐̃̅̾͊͝i̶̝̯̗͇͍̙̥͈̓͗́͒͑̿n̵̛͇̱̰̩͈͕̠̗̉̒̄͝g̵̛͇͔͔̫͛̄͋̋̒̍̎͒͝ͅ-̷̥͓͍̤̙̞͜͝

He slowly crouched down in front of her, eyes scanning her from head to toe. She looks like him. She looks- exactly, like him. But that’s impossible. He’s not-

He has no children from that era in his life.

“I…..” The god started, but did not continue. For a few seconds more, but felt like hours with the tension in the area, he stared. Before finally clearing his throat and standing up.

“I do not know. I don’t…I…” The demigod did not like not having an answer for them. He wished he could say something, anything. But there was nothing. No words came to mind.

“Jules. What are you doing here?”

[mr-d1g-bick]

Dionysus was allowed to leave camp for two reasons: The solstice, and emergencies. This time, it was the latter. A group of Maenads had sent numerous letters requesting his presence for something of the utmost importance.

When he got there, the high priestess of that group met him outside of the camp.

"My Lord! It's amazing to finally see you!" She cheered, bowing respectfully to him. "Im sure you've gotten our messages, and I promise the thing we called you for is really important! You see...we found this darling little girl, no parents that we know of and she doesn't seem to come from any home...she's a bit younger than the average Maenad buuut...."

Another, younger Maenad ran up to the two, finishing the priestess's sentence. "Can we keep her?! Please Lord Dionysus! She's just the sweetest thing ever!" The maenad begged, speaking like this random girl was a pet rather than a random child they'd be adopting into a serious religious cult.

The priestess nodded, clearing her throat to regain control of the conversation. "She goes by the name Jules. And uhm-...well there are some outstanding circumstances that need to be addressed. Specifically her parentage. We think she might be a demigod, and well- you'll just have to meet her to see what we mean. She's by the fire right now."

Dionysus kept a straight face once he arrived, even though underneath he was truly quite curious as to why such an urgent request for his presence was made. What warranted this kind of assistance?

He smiled respectfully as the woman bowed to him, nodding slightly back at her.

That…was surprising. A little girl? How did his Maenads just- happen to find a child? He listened intently for all the details, humming in response every now and then. He raised an eyebrow as she trailed off, before jumping slightly as another girl rushed up to him.

Keep her? This wasn’t a stray cat they were talking about. This was a little girl. A person. That this Maenad of his was suggesting they adopt into their cult. He opened his mouth before closing it again.

“Jules?” Was the first thing he finally said after this entire interaction. “Wait- hold on. You believe she may be a demigod? Of whom?” That made things much more complicated. If she was a demigod, there was no way he could just let her stay with the Maenads like it was no big deal.

What if her deity parent came running, trying to claim their daughter back once his girls adopted her in? What if they forcefully took her, violent and messy. He didn’t want them getting caught in between that.

He took a deep breath in, then sighed. “Okay. Lead me to her.”

[mr-d1g-bick]

*Marry was a camper that was from the 1920s more specifically 1925 she died that same here while in the forest around the camp. She was a sweet kid so it was weird for awhile getting use to not seeing her around*

*as you currently where leaving the big house you saw her- sitting there on the steps of the big house*

Hi Mr.D!

*she had a big smile on her face and everything*

@the-young-hecate-kid

Dionysus was bored. That was what prompted him to finally get out of the Big House, and actually do something. Today, that meant visiting the strawberry fields. So he’ll come out for his own selfish wants and reasons, but not when someone actually needs him…got it.

Pausing when he heard his name called, his eyes glanced around before landing on Mary.

“Oh, hey kid.” He hummed, stopping by her for a second on the stairs. “What’re you up to?” He’s not always grumpy, ok?

Alright, maybe he is—he can’t drink what he wants—but he’s not always that grumpy. There are good days.

[mr-d1g-bick]

Hey dad, so, persephone just asked if she could adopt me and lik3. OBVIOUSLY IM GONNA SAY YES YOU JSUT DONT PASS UP THAT OPPORTUNITY. So. Yeah!! Byebye dad!

-@drunk-onwine

“I….what? Why didn’t I know about this until now?”

“If Persephone wants to adopt one of my children she’s gonna have to okay that with me. I mean I don’t really care, whatever makes you happy—but I need to know about stuff like this.”

[charmymemes]

𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

feel free to tweak questions + all emojis r listed in text form bc i can't see some of them aAAaaAA! sorry if any of these questions are too similar i tried to avoid that but .. there's a lot lol! categorized by emoji type.

i wanted to make one because i could not find one on tumblr already that had a ton of questions. this was created by combining ones under the #oc ask game tag + my own contributions. hi charmymemes nation i'm back.

people

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

food & drinks

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

plants & nature

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

activity

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

objects

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

transport

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

weather

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

hearts

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

[kidioo]

I want to do this pretty please.

[akarii-memes]

[panfandomgoblin]

Hello people you can do this

[mr-d1g-bick]

Ernest was...well he was something. It was clear that he refused to leave Dionysus's side, and after a meeting with Chiron a few things were made clear:

Holy shit this kid actually did come from the dirt.

Holy shit this 15 year old isn't 15??? but instead an infant aged magically in the dirt???? like a potato???

Holy shit he imprinted on Dionysus via baby bird logic.

So now Dionysus has a weird little dirt baby following him everywhere. Ernest could be a bit of a handful. Too bright, too loud, or too much of anything had him crying. He could barely walk, although improvements were being made pretty quickly, and he had a lot of trouble sleeping at night.

Today, however, Dionysus was lucky. Ernest, after days of refusing to sleep, had finally crashed. He spent the day passed out on the couch, only waking up to eat and beg for strawberries with what little ASL he had learned. Speaking of ASL....

Ernest had approached Dionysus with the little word flashcards Chiron suggested the god use to teach Ernest to speak. So far, there wasn't any luck. He knew some ASL, mostly 'hungry' and 'strawberry', but he refused to talk.

Maybe today will be different? After all, he's asking Dionysus to go over words with him.

Dionysus sighed, lifting a few fingers away from his face, as he was rubbing his eyes with his hand. Ernest had crashed out today, thank Hypnos. His weird little dirt kid had been going nonstop, devouring patches of—and probably leaving permanent damage on—the strawberry fields.

He was…trying his best, alright? It’s kinda hard when you suddenly just have a baby, who has the body of a young teen, pushed on you—without your consent. Basically he plucked the little potato out of the ground, and now he was his to deal with.

It wasn’t fair! He never wanted this odd dirt baby, he had enough kids already! And unlike the other gods, he wasn’t out trying to acquire any more. But, there wasn’t anything he could do about it right now. (Well. He could always kill the kid, but…yeah no. Not happening.)

Ernest refused to sleep, and kept the god awake along with him—until today. When he finally fell asleep. Only occasionally waking to beg for strawberries. Until now. The young boy was awake. He groaned, blinking slowly as he looked down at Ernest from his spot on the couch. His peace and quiet was over.

“Hey, αγόρι μου.” Dionysus leaned forward with a sigh, reaching over and ruffling the boys hair. Dirt fell from it, and he frowned. How was this child somehow always covered in dirt?

“Feel up to talking more?” The director forced a tight smile. He wasn’t feeling up to teaching him, but he didn’t get much of a choice—did he?

( Translation: My boy. )

[meepmoopmaap]

Ernest grinned at the term of endearment, he barely understood Greek but he knew mama was saying nice things to him! He sat on the couch at Dio's feet, flipping through the cards. He couldn't read, but he understood the pictures. He held out the word he wanted to learn: "help". Properly a good one for him to get down. As of recent, he conveyed that he needed help but staring at whatever it was he needed help with and huffing until Dionysus noticed.

Ernest had the sweetest brown eyes, looking up at the god like a bug of sorts with that goofy little smile of his.

[mr-d1g-bick]

Dionysus sighed, watching as Ernest fumbled with the cards—before humming slightly at the one he’d presented. He carefully took the card from his hands, flipping it over a few times whilst looking it over and thinking.

“Help?” He looked back to the child, holding up the card. The god huffed out a sigh through his nose, thinking of a way to teach him how to say it in a simpler way.

[mr-d1g-bick]

Hello, my love.

@ariadne-the-witch

“Hello, Αγάπη μου. I’ve missed you.”

“How are you?”

[ Translation: my love. ]

[ariadne-the-witch]

lonely. You send too few messages, my love and I see you too little. However, I thought I would make an appearance, you were due one anyhow. How is it here?

[mr-d1g-bick]

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I wish I could see you more as well. Though I believe if I voice my thoughts anymore than I already have, Zeus may actually smite me.”

“Better now that you’re here, dear. But other than that…same as always. The son of Poseidon has finally started to move out. Things are…semi-normal, although normalcy is an unheard of thing around here.”

“I say this in confidence that you won’t tell, but….i worry for him. The boy reminds me too much of myself, surprisingly. But enough about things here—I’m sick of here.”

“How are things on Olympus?”

[ariadne-the-witch]

(She walks forward and holds him, kidding his forehead and holding him there)

Is normal good? Because you’ve never seemed to like normal before.

(She shifts and looks at him in the eyes)

He will be fine, my dear. I promise you this. He has known a world of pain and it takes adjustment to let yourself be free of it, but he will be alright. How are the children?

[mr-d1g-bick]

He smiles, resting his hand on her cheek and the other one gently squeezing her shoulder.

“Normal is….normal. Is average. Normal is….” He’s lived for..how many years now? And the concept of ‘normal’ is indubitably lost to him still. He doesn’t think he’ll ever understand it, doesn’t think he’s meant to.

Dionysus sighs, gently rubbing her shoulder. “Normal is okay. Things are okay.” He says, more softly this time.

“I know. Sorry- I…I know. Yes, you’re right. He’ll be alright. Kaos I am soft..” The god mumbled the last part to himself mainly. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Pollux is okay. He’s happy. I’m glad he’s doing better. He visits, has a girlfriend—I’m pretty sure. I plan on visiting him soon, if Lord Zeus will allow it.” He hums, content.

[ariadne-the-witch]

Your chains wear heavy, love. Heavy on us both, how many years are left? I miss you.

(she pauses momentarily)

I have brought you Kombucha, my fawn. The only fermented thing allowed over this camp’s border, I have also gathered some sweet grapes from your garden in Olympus, they taste like home.

[mr-d1g-bick]

“I don’t know.” And as he says it, he sounds defeated. Diminished as he runs a hand down his face. “I don’t know how long I have left. I hope that the release is soon, though.”

Dionysus sighed, gently taking her face in his hands and kissing the corner of her mouth. “I miss you too. I….let me think.” He goes promptly silent after that, brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“It’s been at least ninety or eighty years. At least. Hopefully the day I can come back to you, permanently, is soon.”

The god smiled softly, taking the glass of the fermented drink in his hands. It’s not alcohol—not the sweet delicious nectar he named wine, but it’s something. A kind gesture that makes everything just a tiny bit better. “Thank you, Όμορφη μου. You’re too kind.” He chuckled, taking the grapes as well.

[ Translation: My beautiful one. ]

[mr-d1g-bick]

Hello, my love.

@ariadne-the-witch

“Hello, Αγάπη μου. I’ve missed you.”

“How are you?”

[ Translation: my love. ]

[ariadne-the-witch]

lonely. You send too few messages, my love and I see you too little. However, I thought I would make an appearance, you were due one anyhow. How is it here?

[mr-d1g-bick]

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I wish I could see you more as well. Though I believe if I voice my thoughts anymore than I already have, Zeus may actually smite me.”

“Better now that you’re here, dear. But other than that…same as always. The son of Poseidon has finally started to move out. Things are…semi-normal, although normalcy is an unheard of thing around here.”

“I say this in confidence that you won’t tell, but….i worry for him. The boy reminds me too much of myself, surprisingly. But enough about things here—I’m sick of here.”

“How are things on Olympus?”

[ariadne-the-witch]

(She walks forward and holds him, kidding his forehead and holding him there)

Is normal good? Because you’ve never seemed to like normal before.

(She shifts and looks at him in the eyes)

He will be fine, my dear. I promise you this. He has known a world of pain and it takes adjustment to let yourself be free of it, but he will be alright. How are the children?

[mr-d1g-bick]

He smiles, resting his hand on her cheek and the other one gently squeezing her shoulder.

“Normal is….normal. Is average. Normal is….” He’s lived for..how many years now? And the concept of ‘normal’ is indubitably lost to him still. He doesn’t think he’ll ever understand it, doesn’t think he’s meant to.

Dionysus sighs, gently rubbing her shoulder. “Normal is okay. Things are okay.” He says, more softly this time.

“I know. Sorry- I…I know. Yes, you’re right. He’ll be alright. Kaos I am soft..” The god mumbled the last part to himself mainly. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Pollux is okay. He’s happy. I’m glad he’s doing better. He visits, has a girlfriend—I’m pretty sure. I plan on visiting him soon, if Lord Zeus will allow it.” He hums, content.

[mr-d1g-bick]

Hello, my love.

@ariadne-the-witch

“Hello, Αγάπη μου. I’ve missed you.”

“How are you?”

[ Translation: my love. ]

[ariadne-the-witch]

lonely. You send too few messages, my love and I see you too little. However, I thought I would make an appearance, you were due one anyhow. How is it here?

[mr-d1g-bick]

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I wish I could see you more as well. Though I believe if I voice my thoughts anymore than I already have, Zeus may actually smite me.”

“Better now that you’re here, dear. But other than that…same as always. The son of Poseidon has finally started to move out. Things are…semi-normal, although normalcy is an unheard of thing around here.”

“I say this in confidence that you won’t tell, but….i worry for him. The boy reminds me too much of myself, surprisingly. But enough about things here—I’m sick of here.”

“How are things on Olympus?”