#oscar doyle

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Same characters

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Some pjo oc notes I also found and necessarily don’t understand all too well😭 I’m pretty sure the first four are timelines ?

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Some more old concept art of my first pjo ocs. This was way back when I first started making ocs. Then I went crazy with it and started making canon fulls

Ed is actually my sisters oc. She made him for Caleb since she thought he could use a bf

Don’t come at my old art— I do it enough ✋ I know I must redraw these horrendous doodles💀

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Just Nathan and his bf (Oscar) and Oscar’s dead best friend Nate

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Undergods au Nathscar doodles (inspired by Velinxi’s pjo gods au)

I was really tired but I wanted to get all my ideas out

Here is some context:

After Nathan makes Oscar immortal he takes him to his palace (The Olive Palace) because he doesn’t have the power to make someone completely immortal. So as long as Oscar stays in Nathan’s domain he will never age or die

Buuuuut Nathan didn’t get the permission of the other gods to do this. As an undergod he needs to hold a vote to be allowed to make someone immortal let alone kidnap a demigod. Not only that but he lied to Oscar and said he was the god of wisdom (which isn’t true- Annabeth is and Nathan is the god of artifice and olive trees)

So Annabeth was getting yelled at for her brothers carelessness (since she was the one that made him a god) and she tells him to send Oscar back because if he doesn’t than the other gods will try to kill Oscar instead (tho Hephaestus doesn’t agree with this deal) Nathan being the stubborn shit he is says no and keeps Oscar for a while longer. He decides to wait it out for the gods to calm down.

Oscar at one point is allowed to have a visitor so he invites his only demigod friend to the palace. But Marlon doesn’t trust Nathan- especially since a similar situation happened to his half sister (Persephone) so with his knowledge on plants he tells Oscar to mix olives from Athena’s sacred tree into Nathan’s food. Marlon lies and says it’ll only put Nathan to sleep so that Oscar can escape. But when Oscar does what he says Nathan is poisoned instead.

As the god of olive trees, Nathan is bound by a law from his mother that states he can’t eat from her sacred olive tree of knowledge or he’ll be punished. So after consuming the olives he begins to spit up a black liquid which is slowly killing him. Oscar has regrets and doesn’t know how to fix it so he stays with Nathan.

Annabeth had a feeling something was wrong so she went to visit Nathan. She was able to save him at the last minute but blamed Oscar for the near death of her brother. So she took him to be put on trial by the gods.

As a punishment they decide to break Oscar’s hands so that he can never sculpt or craft again.

When Nathan wakes up from his coma he finds out what they did to Oscar and gets the support of undergods that favored Oscar along with a few gods that believed the vote was wrong, together they heal Oscar’s hands and allow him to be an undergod of invention and imagination

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“Come with me demigod….”

Undergods Nathscar au

(My pjo ocs Nathan son of Athena and Oscar son of Hephaestus)

(Inspired by @velinxi gods au)

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Pivot

Even with all of his studies keeping him busy, Oscar still managed to find time to poke at his doubles theorem, continue refining it as he did more digging into this strange pocket of the desert.  And as he did his digging, even from the very beginning of his acquaintance with Night Vale, he kept running into the name “Steve Carlsberg.”

A few things surprised Oscar about this Steve Carlsberg: not only was the tone of most every mention of him about the same, almost every mention was similarly suspicious; and in all of his years drifting in and out of Night Vale, he had never come across this Carlsberg.  The former point was fascinating, but the latter was perplexing and frustrating, because as his work went deeper, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this Carlsberg would somehow be important.  He didn’t know how, exactly, but this guy had to be.

It was just a matter of finding him.

Any purposeful efforts to find him were either brushed off or regarded with great suspicion, for reasons the Night Vale locals were reluctant to share.  But, if the past was any indicator of the present, he was probably more likely to bump into Carlsberg by accident.

And apparently sitting at the diner counter with an open notebook crawling with scribbles was enough to attract that accident.

ask-stevecarlsberg

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From oscar doyle trip to Barcelona, gap by Leo Rochford