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Heloooo

Hi!

Children of Dionysus have sharp teeth. Either Alastor or Charlie type teeth. Dez and her twin brother have these and black wings. Their mother, Roxanne, is a child of Thanatos. Since he's a minor god, monsters are less attracted to her, so she never knew, but the black wings were in her genes. Roxanne did not have them, though.

They also have horns, pointy ears, and grapevines that randomly grown in their hair and around their body when they feel an extreme emotion they can't handle very well. Yeah, they're good actors, but it's chaos when they get extremely happy or mad. Or express any emotion that deeply affects them. And maybe strawberry vines. They pull a Charlie Morningstar when they're mad; horns grow, eyes light up in anger, wings grow in size. They hide most of their traits if possible. They can hide their wings, but it takes up too much energy to do that. The only times they need to is when they're leaving camp, the likely chance they'll need their powers. Hiding their wings doesn't take up too much energy, but if they use their powers while hiding wings, it drains twice as fast. They don't hide em' at camp. They don't leave camp much, so they don't worry about it too bad. Until they have to leave. They choose not to hide them, and cover em' up with a jacket or something and hope no mortal notices. They are definitely obsessed with Maximum Ride and hawks.

Their cabin marvel person is Wolverine. They claim Deadpool, but Apollo cabin and the rest of the cabins agreed that Deadpool is off limits but, much like their father, they're not a stickler for rules and off-limits things. Like certain nymphs... and Deadpool.

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I tried drawing it digital but digital art is so hard for me:[

I hate drawing digital. I don't know why.

Edit: the reference sheet in the corner of my digital drawing is peppermint-moss's art.

Can never be too careful.

Destiny 'Dez' Fischer!

She has a twin brother and is a child of Dionysus. Has a half-brother-same mortal parent, different godly parent- his name is Dante.

Her twin has no name yet, but I'd like it to start with a D. They are quarter British; over half Greek as when Roxanne met Dionysus, Dionysus's wife, Ariadne, was with him. By godly power, they had a child with her. Which gave some of Ariadne's godly DNA to them, but Dionysus's overpowers hers because he did most of it(I am not going into that...maybe). Basically, Ariadne was attracted to Roxanne, but she pulled an Athena and made some of her DNA go into the child(they didn't know it was twins), which made the kids have some of her DNA.

Dez's personality is much like Dionysus. Her twin brother is somewhat like that, but he's more laid back and calm.

Roxanne sat at a bar, asking for her next drink. Her sight was going in and out of focus; she was on her- what? She can't remember what drink she was on. As the bartender gave her drink to her, a couple slipped in the formally empty seats to her left. She didn't pay much attention to them; she sluggishly picked up her drink and began glugging it. As she drained her bottle, the couple beside her started sending glances over at her. She ignored them, slammed her glass down, and ordered another one. Someone shuffled behind her and sat beside her on her right. She realized, glancing over, it was the lady sitting beside the man on her left. But now she was sitting beside her. Why?

The lady, the rather beautiful lady, smiled at her. She glanced to her left, to deeply regret it. The man was staring at her, too. This bar... usually attracts creeps, but she still felt slightly confused. The man leaned toward her, and she noted he was quite handsome. He had pitch black curly hair, that was long enough to curl behind his ears. It was... extremely curly. He had gentle yet fierce purple eyes.

She felt a breath behind her, and a finger graze lightly over her neck and jawline. Her breath hitched; she knew it was the lady.

'Hello, what's your name?' The lady asked.

Roxanne turned her head around, moving out of the lady's reach. 'Why should I tell you?' She replied.

'Fair enough. I'm... uh, Ari.' The lady, 'Ari', seem to lose her cool but then smiled once more, the red lipstick looking gorgeous on her. Roxanne shook her head, frustrated with herself. She's not gay! Why is she starting to feel attracted to this woman? She's like a magnet...

'I'm D. Ari is my wife.' The man behind her spoke, his voice oily. Roxanne swiveled around to look at him.

'Why are ya'll bothering me if you're married?' She questioned.

'Because,' Ari spoke, 'we are both attracted to you.'

'Oh.' Roxanne said, at loss for better words. Roxanne felt her face heaten up as realization sunk in. They liked her. As in... attracted to her, wanting to... she refused to finish that sentence.

'Look... there's rooms upstairs here. We can sense the heat radiating off of you, and the blush is obvious on your pretty little face... we could head upstairs, and you know...' 'D' spoke, smiling wildly at her. She felt anxious, but didn't want to refuse. She whispered, 'uh- sure..?'

'Great! Let's go up, then. D already has a room for us.' 'Ari' spoke behind her, gently grabbing Roxanne's hand.

'Oh! And what's your name?' 'D' asked.

'...Roxanne.'

Oh my god yes!

'You're at Camp Half-Blood. Assuming from the fact that you are here, you're probably a demigod, or something along those lines.' I say briskly, leaning up against a tree.

Open starter rp: Unexpected Visitor.

Look- Nothing about Camp half blood was normal. (At least not to mortal standards.) Saytrs played volley ball with campers, Dryads helped serve meals, and monsters roamed certain parts of the woods.

But today was a bit more…Weird than normal.

You had decided to take advantage of the fact that Chiron hadn’t ordered any monster for the woods in a while, He had been busy with new campers so the woods should be relatively empty and safe.

As you wandered the woods you heard footsteps, and heavy breathing.

Somthing or someone was near by.

You turned around, weapon drawn and to your surprise (and relief) It wasn’t a monster- It was a boy, who was probably around 15-17, he had a pale complexion, shaggy black hair, and Dark brown eyes, He wore white pants, and a simple long sleeve top, Both stained with dirt- On the left sleeve of his shirt was dried blood.

The boy quickly raised his hands in surrender as he eyed you, Looking at you, and then your weapon.

What do you do?

any other autistics daydream about their special interests during particularly longer work shifts to get through the day or am i insane

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

Heloooo

Hi!

You are loved @dionysus-god-of-all-things-wine

Probably weird thing to say, but I'm trying my best to be kind to people. So I do not know the difference between what is weird and what isn't when it comes to small things like that.

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