Children of Hephaestus who wake up late and stay up till midnight. Who loves parties and gathering and just being the center of attention. Who like to look good. Who can invent like no one but struggle with making their ideas a reality. Who have dozens of friends. Who spend Friday nights in their room, curled up with a notebook, writing and sketching. Who hate getting their hands dirty and working all day. Who have a hard time understanding machines at first, but learn fast. Who don't have brown hair or brown eyes. No matter what they're like, they are always still the children of Hephaestus.
Children of Aphrodite who forget how to feel sometimes. Who paint their nails but chip then immediately. Who have depression. Who like fashion, but don't mind throwing on an old T-shirt and shorts every now and then. Who never cry until they're alone. Who find their soulmate young, and love them harder than it should be possible to love. Who don't break hearts on purpose. Who laugh and shrug at whatever life brings. Who don't have black hair or blue eyes. Some are mean, but many are kind, and they'll always encourage each other and love, like they were meant to do as children of Aphrodite.
Children of Hermes who are serious and hardly ever laugh. Who have been scarred by life. Who cry themselves to sleep. Who write journals and diaries. Who aren't happy-go-lucky and jokey. Who marvel at mountains and butterflies and rivers. Who wish they weren't a demigod. Who shut themselves away for days at a time. Who love carefully and live cautiously. Who take a while to trust, but when they do, they trust with their whole hearts. Who love thunderstorms. Who don't have brown hair or blue eyes. Despite their best differences, they know they will forever be accepted as the children of Hermes.
Children of Dionysus who cringe at the thought of school. Who could lie in a field and watch the clouds go by for hours. Who aren't always popular. Who would rather binge-watch Netflix than hang out with friends. Who are meme lords. Who try to clean their room but end up just looking at old stuff all day. Who only have a small friend group, but love those friends endlessly. Who pretend to hate mainstream stuff but secretly like it. Who don't have blond hair or purple eyes. Maybe they're each unique, but they can still laugh and enjoy life together as the children of Dionysus.
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Demigods As... (Vol. I)
FanfictionA book (based off Percy Jackson) about the twelve Olympians' children and how they would react in different situations, what they are in different scenarios, and the like.
