#Crappy crafting with dionysus

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Made a Gawain bjd, yeah I gave him a modern outfit cuz I didn't feel like doing patterning from scratch. Some day. Also no shoes cuz I hate making shoes and am avoiding it lol

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omg omg i would LOVVVEEE if like [reader] and luke were dating behind percy’s back cuz of how sassy he would be n stuff but after like a date or kiss from luke the reader would gush about it to either annabeth, grover, or clarisse and one of them tells percy by accident during a convo and then percy like goes up to reader and confronts the reader about it and like scolds the reader and give them a whole lecture about how luke isn’t the right guy then luke overhears and like joins in <333

i love this idea!!

luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader

warnings: persassy (once again), fluff, mention of kissing, ignorance of the plot of the show for the sake of my happiness

nobody: me gaslighting myself into thinking i could fix luke:

You and your boyfriend had an agreement. Your relationship was private. It wasn’t necessarily a secret, but it was private.

This was a conclusion you came to before Percy arrived at camp, before you knew you had a brother. At first, you didn’t care much if he figured it out.

That was until you realized what a sassafras he was.

Percy was always sassing you about chores, about activities, and especially about camp boys.

You thought it was cute in the beginning, your little brother being protective over you, but then it became a real nuisance.

“Y/n, stay away from the Ares boys, I don’t like them.”

“Y/n, don’t date an Apollo guy, he’d write you some crappy poetry.”

“Y/n, for the love of gods, stay away from the Dionysus twins, I never want to have Mr. D as a relative.”

These were the types of things you would hear throughout the day as Percy got to know the other campers better.

You thought it better if you kept a low profile when you were around Luke, at least until Percy calmed down a little.

Most of the older campers knew about your relationship, but they were used to it and rarely talked about it.

“Having marriage problems?” Annabeth asked you one day during arts and crafts, where you were both about to give up on your ugly collaborative birdhouse.

“What? I’m not married,” you said, trying to fix a particularly garish looking bird.

She set her paintbrush down, officially proving she was over it. “Obviously. I mean Luke. I noticed you haven’t been around each other as much.”

You could tell she was a little worried. She wouldn’t be asking if she wasn’t. Annabeth had known you and Luke longer than any other campers, and she looked up to both of you. Plus, she always wanted to know about your experience with romance.

“It’s not what you think, Annabeth. We’re really fine,” you said. “In fact, just last night, he took me out on the dock.”

Your nightly meetups with Luke had always been a thing, but had become more frequent as of late.

“And?” Annabeth prompted.

“And, we hung out.” You were now furiously painting over the entire bird you failed to fix.

“You mean you made out,” she said, giving you a knowing look.

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t think you were interested in that part,” you said. “Now pick up that paintbrush, missy. I’m not doing this whole thing myself.”

Annabeth reluctantly dipped the brush in some blue paint, looking like she wanted more details about your date.

Private means private, you thought dismissively.

At campfire, you discovered that private didn’t mean private. You were sitting alone when Percy plopped down next to you. You frowned because you were saving that spot for Luke.

“Annabeth has just told me something very interesting,” he said, glaring at the spot where Luke stood, talking to one of his brothers.

“What would that be, Perce?” you said absentmindedly.

“Apparently Luke was macking on you last night.” He made a sound to imitate vomiting.

You grimaced. “Please never say that word again.”

“So? Is it true or not true?”

You sighed. No point in denying it now. “It’s true.”

Percy somehow managed to look even more disgusted. “Ew, why him?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, gee, I don’t know, maybe because I’ve known him for years, he’s kind, strong, and handsome. Wouldn’t you think that had something to do with it?”

“Oh, gods, forget I even asked,” Percy said, retching. “I just think you could do better. Look at all of these lovely candidates. Apollo guys are poets.”

“I thought that was too cringe for you.”

He ignored you and went on, “A Hephaestus guy could forge you some nice jewelry, and Athena guys are smart. You deserve a smart guy. Not Luke, no, he doesn’t have any good qualities like that.”

You noticed a figure approaching you over Percy’s shoulder, and you tried your best to hide the amused smile threatening to break across your face as Luke came to a stop behind him, waiting for the right moment to interrupt.

“All in all, Y/n, I think Luke’s a pretty bad guy for you. You should really reconsider.”

“Oh, I’m a bad guy, am I?” Luke finally spoke up, smirking as Percy slowly turned around to see him peering down at him.

“Not like a bad guy- just, you know, not right for my sister,” Percy said, his confidence leaving him.

“What makes me not right for her?” Luke asked, clearly loving the reaction he was getting.

“I- uh- you know,” Percy stammered.

“Oh, knock it off, Luke. Leave the poor kid alone,” you said, failing to hide your laughter.

“That sound is music to my ears,” Luke said seriously. Jeez, he was really laying it on thick.

Percy’s face returned to the look of disgust. “I’ll be leaving now,” he excused himself, hurrying off to where Grover and Annabeth were sitting on the other side of the fire. You could still see him glaring at Luke as he sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You leaned into him, relishing in the combined warmth of the fire and his body heat. “What do you think? Am I getting sassed out tomorrow?” Luke asked, looking down at you.

“No, he looked pretty grossed out. I’m hoping he just avoids the topic altogether,” you said, trailing your fingers over the fabric of his shirt.

“We both know that’s not going to happen,” he concluded, smiling as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

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Guess who's over complicating doll clothes again. Thanks enchanterium my bjds aren't big enough for this

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Saan nää housut varmaan huomenna valmiiksi (ennää vyötärönauha ja kohat mihin en uskaltanu konetta tunkea) ja tuli mieleen et ehkä kanttis kirjottaa ittelle ohjeet ylös tulevaa varten mut tulin siihen tulokseen et ääh onnistuin pähkäileen nää kasaan jo kertalleen ja nyt mul on kuitenki valmiit kaavat nii turha vaiva. Oikein kotoisa tää kuoppa mitä kaivan, kiitos kysymästä.

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Okay so I just realised, my car is green, and do you know what else is green? That's right, THE GREEN KNIGHT!

Yeah so now I have a green knight inspired key chain for my car keys. God my brain is full of holes and the holes are filled with different translations of sgatgk

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Tehen housuja koska voin ja haluan mut ei taida olla mitään mikä on yhtä perseestä ko takataskujen ompelemine. Siis ei helvetti ja vielä kaarevalla alueella koska perse. JA TÄÄ EI EES OO OHI KOSKA NÄITÄ TASKUJA TARTTEE KAKS

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Ah shit here we go again

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Tekasin sit keskiaikaset neulakinnastekniikka villasukat. Perustuu lievästi Uppsalan sukkaan, ihan saatanan monella pienellä variaatiolla muotoon ja ompeleeseen.

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I truly am a one trick pony lol

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She kinda-

I want her to have a thicker waist but the outfit I'm planning on giving her is gonna add a good amount of bulk so I really shouldn't, so that's why I'm gonna over compensate in the back department if ya know what I mean

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Yknow he may be creepy as hell but the proof of concept is there and I'm happy with that

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Taputtakaa, tein sen peruukin loppuun asti. Son vähän kiikkerä mut hei, mie silti tein sen

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I think I won the fight against the shoulder seam. It was too sloped earlier and I wanted more boxy. Now I only need lapels and maybe some pockets and I can call this done. Though knowing me I will find another point of detail to obsess over.

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Housujen pääomainen tehtävä (saada perse näyttään hyvältä) onnistunut. Kaikenkaikkiaan aika hyvä ensimmäiseksi yritykseksi.

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This face is turning out so good I'm getting excited!

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Sir, you are scary