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Heroes of Olympus except its not the leaders that are swapped but the Oracle and the Augur.
Octavian just embodies the vibe of "I'm surrounded by idiots." He is very much in need in caffeine and is just done with everything.
And yet very efficient and not one to take lightly.
Octavian has threatened to stab anyone who laughs at his teddy bear routine. Saying he'll get the next prophecy from using them as a sacrifice.
He's got a very dry sense of humour and in a way reminds everyone of Dionysius.
He's also nice under it all but if you say that he will stab you.
As for Rachel.
She's surrounded by a bunch of pretentious folk trying to tell her what to do.
It's like being back home all over again.
And frankly, she's over it.
Rachel has tried to explain that she cant just magic up a prophecy but no ones listening.
So she grabs a knife, some painting supplies and shuts herself up in her new quarters.
Doesn't come out until they'll listen to reason.
Rachel makes it clear she will do what she wants, whatever that is and is endlessly amused at how pissed that makes people.
She was born to cause chaos.
No one tells her what to do, no one.
Octavian and Rachel meeting after the exchange like "are you okay? What the fuck was that?"
They become good friends, talk shit about everyone.
Rachel has someone who is mortal and grew up in her world that has gone through a similar journey to her.
Octavian actually has someone to talk to about the visions he's getting from Gaea.
They unite the camps and get coffee afterwards.
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i may abuse substances but ill treat you real nicely bbg
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[ suhailah is an unreliable narrator, don’t take everything she says seriously.
mention of religion, reputation, insecurity and superiority. + PJO OC!! ]
Suhailah was dirty, vile. Disgusting. Filled with nasty thoughts, letting her mask slip in private. Even when there shouldn’t be a mask in the first place, when she should be flawless from the start. Everyone knew. They all looked at her with disgust, with hatred. They all stared at her the moment she slipped up on something *so* stupid.
And in truth, she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. Sure, she loved attention. They lived in it. This wasn’t any good attention though. It caused more problems than it began with, and it drove her insane.
At other times, they praised her. Was there for her every beck and call, complimented her, did things for her, *worshipped* her.
Suhailah began thinking it wouldn’t be so bad to live up there with the Gods- if there *were* any. The teenager was sure there was some, because every night she’d try praying to something new. Sometimes, she’d make up Gods like they just haven’t been discovered by humanity yet. Or the religion fell apart.
Maybe she *was* a God.
Suhailah, though vile and disgusting, was better than everyone else. She was perfect in others’ eyes.. or, she believes she is so. Although imperfect, she *seems* perfect, and that’s to show just how dirty this world is.
It needs cleansing. *She* needs cleansing.
So which is why we are brought to her dirty room, certainly not fit for someone of the likes of Suhailah. In truth, it looked amazing at the start. As the days went by, it was taken care of less. Less appreciated. Probably because Suhailah was what she really was in her room, and who she was is someone who doesn’t care.
Ibnat sat on her knees, clasping her hands together in the middle of the room. It choked through tears, hoping, quite literally *praying* somebody will answer. Even if she addresses them wrong.
“Please, Un-Named One. I do not know who you are, but I beg of you to show me. I can’t do this by-“
Sniff.
“By myself anymore. I can’t do this *un-guided.* I am human by your design, but I’d rather be a rock, or a fish, or anything else. Tell me how to be happy. Tell me how to be amazing.”
Time passed for a moment. Seconds flying, the clock ticking. She closed her eyes even tighter, trying to hold back sobs as she waited. And waited. And waited.
Was her prayer not good enough?
Of course, she isn’t worthy yet. Suhailah wasn’t ready. Of course she wasn’t- she never was. Because the Gods think they’re *so* much better than everyone else.
It was then when she felt a warm light surround her. For a split second, she almost felt the word “Suhailah.” It was like a ringing in her ear, and craved into the wood tiles below. But it was her name, *hers*. Are they here?
She bowed her head lower, too out of it to even care right now. She just tried to do what she did best, be respectful, be kind. Gain a reputation. A name for herself.
Words formed underneath her fingertips. “Who has hurt you?” It was such a simple question, but Suhailah did not know who to blame. Her mother, her grandparents. Society. Herself.
“It was life, My Lord. Life has hurt me.”
Ibnat struggled to get the words out, for her tongue felt like poison, and the sentence left a bitter taste. This time, tears *did* pour from her eyes.
“I see.” God replied, but Suhailah couldn’t help but wonder if they *did* see. The Christian God maybe could’ve. He knew suffering better than anyone. But this may not be a Christian God, or a Hellenic Polytheist God, or a God even known to religion.
This could be anyone. Someone. Somebody who didn’t understand her pain. It could be herself.
“Are you…”
Suhailah was wary with her tone, not trying to be disrespectful. She seemed so calm all this time, but internally she freaked out. Scared, impulsive. Terrified.
“Real?..”
But before the word could completely leave her mouth, the warmth light disappeared. It disappeared as she opened her eyes, because she wanted to see just the tiniest slice of paradise.
Suhailah was left with nothing but a dark room and her own thoughts.
Of course, paradise doesn’t exist! Gods don’t exist. Happiness doesn’t exist. The teenager crawled up into a ball and cried to her hearts content.
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LOWKEY BUNS BUT THATS OKAY!

#pjo hoo toa#pjo#pjo fandom#pjo oc#original character#writing#writing prompt#oneshot#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#religion#trauma#angst??#sigh
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Drew Tanaka and Octavian friendship
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aaaah first post!
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ABOUT ME
⋆౨ৎ hello… I go by junie, I use she/they.. butt I’m librafem don’t mistake me for a girl!! burmese, asian-american.. that’s it!
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⋆౨ৎ im using this acc to drop content of.. whatever, in art or writing. my top 4 fandoms as of now are creepypasta, itsv-atsv-btsv, epic, & pjo! I’ll drop both canon and oc content giiiggglless..
⋆౨ৎ i’ll always do requests, open 24/7!! this is all for fun.. also i’m mostly just gonna be dropping writing stuff, or at least more than I will art. fanfiction.. crawls to me..
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⋆౨ৎ ACK WHY IS THIS SO SCARY!! soz for not making this pretty
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#creepypasta#proxies#slenderman#atsv#across the spiderverse#spider man: across the spider verse#into the spider verse#spiderman#spider man: into the spider verse#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#pjo#pjo hoo toa#rick riordan#fanfics#epic the musical#writing#art#first post#introduction#introductory post#thats all
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CHB KEYCHAIN : 🪽
Just a Funny Idea, I could consider doing perchance pssshh hauudhshsh. If you guys want a part 2. Do mention
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