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this one is for the people who are also enjoyers of the strange bond mr d has with solangelo
Do you think the other gods are oddly fascinated with Dionysus because. He’s human in a way they could never be?
He’s a god. He’s an Olympian. But he’ll never be a true god in their eyes. There are just too many things so distinctly mortal about him.
I also think their fascination would be more prominent, and at a peak, when he first became a god. Because they’ve never seen ANYONE like him before. They also just don’t understand how to be normal (around each other atleast, they know how to act by human social standards) so they just like stare at him. Like he’s a bug.
Young god!Dionysus: oh god. they don’t like me do they . oh no I know Zeus said I’m immortal but what if they try to kill me SHIT SHIT SHIT
The others: he has blood in his veins.
Like he has a much more physical form than the others. Obviously he can still like change it, he’s not bound by it, but he feels more comfortable in a human body. Not to mention there’s just something so much more real about him, something the gods could never understand.
Imagining Apollo, the god of medicines, healing, and plagues and stuff just being incredibly fascinated and curious about humans. Not just because of those domains—but also so connected he is to people via music. Like he’s just overall so drawn to humanity. And now finds this new little brother SO INTERESTING
He’ll randomly just like stare at him without meaning to and say some creepy shit like “I can hear your heart thumping in your chest.” And Dionysus is just like. WTF??
“What a blessing it is. To have a heart beating under your skin. Warm and pulsating.”
“Okay. that’s enough. BYE.”
have you ever made any designs for Greek gods/goddesses? I think they would look great in your style!!!
i have some loose designs for most of the pjo-verse greek gods
i also have ideas for more general greek god designs but no art for them yet
mr d being miserable at chb is reflected in him looking like an old drunk but when someone actually makes him laugh heartily, the years start to shed off and he looks like some twink in his 20s born to be at the club getting blackout drunk and doing lines in the bathroom before slowly shifting back to his alcoholic form and grumbling
Posting this random drabble here too. Dof + BP au mix (part 2, part 3, part 4)
Luke’s life was shit, he’d already made his peace with that. Sometimes he could even look back and think it was like a movie—exciting, if, y’know, it hadn’t happened to him.
So really, he shouldn’t be surprised by this.
But…
“Go be a good influence for the heroes, he said,” Uncle D grumbled, the Diet Coke can folding in on itself with a metallic squeal. “Now look at this—middle of nowhere!”
Luke side-eyed Dionysus warily, shuffling a little farther away from where his uncle was glaring at the sky as if it personally offended him. If Zeus got mad, the lightning bolt would hit Mr. D first. Luke intended to be a very distant bystander.
“What are you shuffling away for, Lucy?” Mr. D’s head snapped toward him, his eyes a shade of purple so bright they looked dyed. “You’d think you’d have built a thicker skin by now.”
“Mr. D, I believe the issue stems less from a lack of fortitude in your company and more to do with Camp Half-Blood having been…” Chiron said, calm and polite as always, though even he seemed at a loss for words. “…displaced, in a most unconventional fashion.”
Mr. D let out an exaggerated sigh and thunked his drink onto the table, the scent of grapes thickening with his irritation.
“Displaced?” he repeated with a snort. “Oh, yes, splendid word, that. Displaced. Because the camp—the magically protected camp, mind you—has simply teleported itself, apparently, to ancient Greece. Just what I needed. A nostalgia trip.”
Oh well. Looked like Luke’s bad luck had gone viral.
Who knew misfortune could be contagious?
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.
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Luke really should’ve stopped underestimating his luck.
Here he was, patrolling the borders like a responsible adult, since the rest were brats, and there was no way in hell he was letting Clarisse or Annabeth near a weak barrier in a strange place, no matter how much they whined about it.
And, of course, he was right.
He stared. Blinked. Squinted.
Nope.
The scene didn’t change.
“Are you real?” the other Dionysus asked, testing the barrier with both hands. There was a glint in his eye, wild and manic, though not the usual kind.
Luke didn’t like that.
“…I guess I am,” he said, taking a cautious step back.
Where was his Mr. D? Because this one looked unstable.
The other Dionysus’ eyes lit up. “Little thief, you’re a miracle.”
A miracle? Sure, Luke liked to think highly of himself, but he didn’t recall doing anything miraculous lately, unless you counted standing very far away from the crazy, like a priest waving a cross at a vampire.
“I see,” he replied lamely.
The other Dionysus didn’t seem to notice the go away, go away, go away vibe Luke was putting out.
“I shall tell your father,” the god said, voice oddly reverent. “I’m sure Hermes will be delighted to know he has a surviving child.”
Surviving?
That word stuck. Hermes was a whore—the man had kids all over the place. Besides, Luke didn’t think ancient Greece was so backwards that every child died like flies.
Either way, he wanted nothing to do with this.
“Hm,” Luke said, eyeing him warily. “Dionysus.”
“You don’t get to fling the gods’ names around like grape seeds, little thief. I’ll forgive you this time—“
“Lucy, unless you’re actually dying, you’d better have a very good reason for interrupting my nap—”
Both Dionysuses froze mid-sentence, turning toward each other—one pot-bellied and irritable, the other tall and horned—and, for a long moment, they just stared.
Thalia: "Percy! We're supposed to fight Kronos! Where is everybody?" Percy: "Annabeth’s in a coma" Percy: "the Ares cabin is being held captive by Clarisse" Percy: "mr. D's in a club" Percy: "and the Apollo kids are dead." Percy: "any more questions, pinecone face?"
“apollo wrote the hamilton musical in pjo” “hermes wrote the hamilton musical in pjo” you fools. ¿have you forgotten who the greek god of theatre is?
