#Clarisse la Rue

[lilislegacy]

leo: wow, this plan is genius! you guys really thought out everything

annabeth, smiling and nudging clarisse: what can we say? the “wisest daughter of athena” and “mightiest daughter of ares” are quite the team

clarisse: damn right!

frank: uh, i know this plan requires as much secrecy as possible, but we should tell percy what’s going on. it doesn’t feel right that the 20 people in this tent are in on it and he’s in the dark

annabeth, nodding: yes, we absolutely should. can someone go find him? i really want his feedback on-

clarisse: no! no way. look, don’t take any of this personally, annabeth, but we all know percy isn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. and we need only the most intelligent people on this. plus, he’s reckless and irresponsible and the idiot has no idea how to stick to a plan.

annabeth, coldly: well you’re an immature, belligerent hothead who bullies other people because of your own glaring inadequacies and raging insecurities. in fact, you pose a significant risk to the success of this plan because i can never be certain of whether you’ll be able to rein in your excessive aggression and futile attempts to win the approval of your father, who, in case you’ve forgotten, was beaten in combat by percy when percy was twelve

clarisse, jaw dropped and flushing with embarrassment:

annabeth: feel free to take any of this personally

[ihavefeelingugh]

the whole pjo fandom right now

[leabethchase]

The cast of Percy Jackson for season 2!

[golden-wisegirl]

WE ARE SOOOO BACK !!!!

see you in the sea of monsters 🤞🏻

[aphoticarachne]

SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK — luke castellan

tags: gut wretching angst, established relationship, betrayal, demigod!reader, um just luke in general

Pain and fury simmered beneath your skin, scorching like molten lava seeping through every vein, threatening to consume you whole.

You stood frozen, suffocated by the weight of betrayal as Luke bared his soul—his plans, his allegiance, the truth he had concealed from you all this time. A sickening wave of nausea clawed up your throat, lodging itself there, just as you were trapped here. With him.

"Baby, I know it's—"

"Don’t." Your voice, though barely above a whisper, carried the force of a blade. Sharp. Unforgiving. Tears brimmed at your lashes, threatening to spill, but you refused to let them fall. Instead, you stepped back, slow and deliberate, as if distance alone could sever the invisible thread still tethering you to him.

Luke's breath hitched, and in the moon’s pallid glow, you watched his expression contort. Shock, pain, then something colder. His crystalline eyes—ones that once held warmth—hardened into ice. Were you truly trying to flee from him? The very thought was an affront. A wound deeper than any blade.

"You can't do this to me," he murmured, his voice laced with desperation. "You—You promised. You said we'd be together. Forever."

He surged forward, hands reaching for yours, as if holding onto you would keep you from slipping away. Backbiter tumbled from his grip, landing on the damp forest floor with a soft thud, forgotten in his urgency to hold onto you.

But you recoiled as if burned. Fury, searing and absolute, surged through your veins. "You did this to us!" you spat, wrenching yourself from his grasp as though his very touch had become repulsive.

The moon’s silver light cascaded over him, accentuating the sharp angles of his face, the scar that traced his features—a mark you once traced with reverence, with devotion, you used to kiss it with the tenderness of a lover. But now, that face twisted into something grotesque, something unfamiliar, monstrous. No, you hadn’t misjudged him. You hadn’t failed to see him clearly before. He was never your Luke to begin with.

Luke's hands clenched at his sides, his jaw tight. He saw it now—the way your gaze shifted, as if he were a stranger, an enemy where a lover once stood. It cut deeper than any blade.

And now, everything was crumbling.

He had thought—no, he had believed—that your love for him would transcend all else. That it would overpower your devotion to Olympus, your blind fealty to the Gods who had forsaken you time and time again. He had stood by you, fought for you, chosen you when no one else had. And yet, when the moment of truth arrived, you chose them.

How foolish he was to have thought of that in the first place.

Your nails dug into your palms, crescent-shaped indentations forming in your flesh as you struggled to steady your voice. When you finally spoke, it was quiet—too quiet. But beneath it lay a warning, a threat woven into every syllable.

"Leave." Your stare burned into him, unwavering. "Leave before I do something we’ll both regret."

His entire world collapsed in a single breath.

You turned then, jaw clenched, biting the inside of your cheek to keep your resolve from shattering. You would not look back. Not this time.

Luke regarded you with an unreadable expression, though you knew him well enough to recognize the battle waging behind his eyes. He had always understood your defiance, your unwavering resolve. It was something he had admired, something he had loved. And now, it was the very thing that forced him to walk away.

Resignation settled over him like a heavy cloak, sorrow threading itself into the fine lines of his face. A single tear traced the jagged path of his scar, glistening under the silver glow of the moon. He inhaled deeply, his gaze roaming over you with quiet desperation, as if he could commit every detail of your existence to memory—the sharp curve of your jaw, the fire in your gaze, the tremble in your breath.

Then, as though time itself had fractured, Luke grasped your face and pulled you into a searing kiss, one that brimmed with longing, regret, and something far too raw to name. His lips moved against yours with an urgency that bordered on despair, pouring everything he couldn’t say into the space between you. This was an ending, a goodbye that neither of you could fully accept.

Your breaths intertwined, heat colliding, as if the universe itself had conspired to make you stay entangled just a moment longer. When he finally withdrew, you felt the ache of absence immediately, the ghost of him still lingering against your lips.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice a hushed vow, weighted with finality. His head shook slightly, resolve hardening his features. "This isn’t over, baby."

You stood paralyzed, a tempest of emotions surging through your chest as he stooped to retrieve Backbiter from the damp earth. With one fluid motion, he slashed the space before him, rending the air itself. A shimmering void opened in his wake, pulsing with dark energy.

He cast you one last, burning glance. And then—he was gone.

Just like that, your lover had abandoned you. Left you standing alone in the stillness of the forest. Left you to wrestle with the unbearable truth.

He was going to raise an army. He was going to lead a war.

And he was doing it for a Titan clawing his way out of Tartarus.

Wonderful.

Deena speaks .ᐟ

Surprise ! I'm a Luke Castellan fangirl

too. Been one since 2020.

What do you expect? I like my men fucked up.

Anyway, the next chapter of "What is this Feeling?" Is gonna be published tomorrow !

[justagreekdoingstuff]

Sneak peak to my Valentine's special oneshot 👀👀👀

Pairing: Yan!PJO x Daughter Of Hekate! Reader

There are many words meaning love in Greek.

Philia, the love you feel for a friend.

Eros, a sexual kind of love.

Storge, similar to philia, but for family.

Philautia, meaning self-love.

Ludus, which is playful love.

Pragma, a love built on commitment and understanding.

Mania, an obsessive and unhealthy kind of love.

And lastly, Agape, a selfless universal love. One that is unconditional, bigger than ourselves, a boundless compassion and an infinite empathy that you extended to everyone, whether they are family members or distant strangers.

They swore the loved you. That all they felt for you was agape.

You weren’t a child of Athena, sure, but you weren’t stupid enough to believe that.

Mania. That’s what these psychopaths felt. And this wasn’t some cringy wattpad fanifiction you used to read in your weird kid phase.

It wasn’t ‘charming’, or ‘hot’, or ‘cute’. Okay, maybe at times, but that’s not the point.

It’s just so tiring.. Dealing with them, I mean. You made a healing potion for Nico, who sees you as an OLDER SISTER and EVERYONE knows it? Suddenly Percy, Annabeth, Leo, Jason, Piper, Clarisse, AND Will are hurt and need one too.

You’re asking Annabeth to help you with your summer homework? Suddenly everyone is over to the Athena cabin, and you’re having a ‘study hangout’.

You ask Percy if he’s free because you’re bored and wanna go for a swim? By pure coincidence, the whole ‘friendgroup’ that you never wanted, or were asked to join is free and planning a ‘beach day’!

...Yay!

All you want is to just lock yourself in the Hekate cabin and be left ALONE.

Apperantly, these people don’t have these words in their vocabulary..

Currently, you were hanging out with Nico and Will in cabin 13. Hazel wasn't there right now, and for ONCE, neither were the others. It was just you three.

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

Worst pain

[britney-rosberg06]

“why don’t they ever suspect Luke why don’t they realize it’s Luke why are they so quick to suspect Clarisse and not a Hermes kid”

guys, Luke is the perfect child. Thats the whole point! He gave his offerings he said his prayers he went on his quest he proved his loyalty to Chiron, to the gods, to his dad. And he did it all with a smile. They have no reason to suspect luke! Luke is the best of them!

Ares could’ve come to that meeting waving a big sign that said “LUKES THE LIGHTNING THIEF” and they still wouldn’t have believed him.

Because they also don’t want it to be Luke.

They love Luke. Luke takes care of them Luke protects them Luke is everything they want in an older brother. It doesn’t matter how blaringly obvious the writers get about who the real thief is. They will ignore every sign, every red flag, every warning, until Percy is dying of poison deep in the forest and Luke is gone.

[guardianspirits13]

It's been 7 long years.

The final season of Percy Jackson and the Olympians has just begun to release.

The Ares and Apollo cabins are in a dispute over ownership for the flying chariot.

The counselors sit around a table in the Big House.

Percy has just learned that he's (probably) gonna die in the next month, when Clarisse and Michael begin to bicker. Percy has had it up to here.

He starts clapping rhythmically. There is a lull in the room as they stare at him.

He claps faster.

"Oh golly, the road's getting bumpy, cause I've got me some friends who just can't get along-"

[sabugabr]

Hold fast. Brave the storm

[fortunatefires]

I love all of these kids. They were cast perfectly

[percyjackson-post]

PJO Trauma Candy Salad Part 2!

Part 1

Piper McLean is both an agent of chaos and a woman of the people. After the success of the seven’s trauma candy salad video, she begs (and bribes) a few of the others to join in. The video goes viral, and they end up as a trending topic for 3 days.

Reyna: Hello, my name is Reyna, and I got kidnapped by pirates after Percy Jackson destroyed my home…I brought peach rings.

Will: Hi, I’m Will, and my dad and I are the same age. I’m putting in fruit gummies. 

Rachel: Hey everyone, I’m Rachel, and the first time I met Percy, he tried to stab me with a sword. I’m adding nerds gummy clusters. 

Percy: My name is Per-

Piper (behind the camera): Percy, you already went last time.

Annabeth (also behind camera): Just let him do it; he needs this. 

Percy: My name is Percy Jackson, and I was kidnapped by my aunt and assumed dead for six months. I brought shark gummies!

Clarisse: What’s up, I’m Clarisse, and I was one of four survivors of a boat explosion in the Bermuda Triangle. I brought some warheads extremes. 

Magnus: Hey, I’m Magnus, and after my mom was murdered by wolves in front of me, I spent two years living on the streets. I’m adding sour patch kids. 

Nico: Nico just stares directly into the camera for a few seconds while pouring in black chocolate rocks. "I know what hell actually looks like."

[orbitsab]

canon clarisse and annabeth interaction

[bogbutteronmycroissant]

The edits will be WILD

[mydairpercabeth]

Ares saying he hates his own kids and the worst day of the year is when they visit him makes my heart break for Clarisse more. Clarisse fights so hard for scraps of her father’s attention and Ares sees her as just another nuisance. He doesn’t care about her unless she’s able to serve him. But Clarisse (like Annabeth) thinks she just has to work harder for him to love her. In her mind, it’s all her fault. Which is why she is so angry when little punk Percy strolls in at twelve years old, no training and unclaimed, and immediately defeats the minotaur. In three days hes already got the gods attention and his father claimed him. Of course she’s angry.

[caliburn-the-sword]

ngl clarisse's scream from pjo ep2 HAUNTS me. like yeah she's a bully, yeah she doesn't treat percy right, if she were to attack him again with that murderous intent i would be content to see percy destroy that weapon a million times over to protect himself. but also it just gets me how that electric spear is the ONLY thing she likely has of her father, the ONLY token of recognition she has of her worth, the only symbol of pride. dior had exactly 10 minutes of screentime to communicate the absolute depth of clarisse developed over 5 fucking books and she literally changed lives. what a fucking icon