#DS Percy

[dawnxwinery]

"We are staying together," he promised.

"You're not getting away from me. Never again."

"As long as we're together," she said.

". . ."

AAAAAAAAAAAAA this PERCABETH line before they fell in Tartarus 😭 my heart 😭 Astra, when I catch you, Astra! 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

[antrerelia]

My favorite and comfort characters. Sorry for my bad handwriting but wanted to share this.

[little-blurry-stars5]

BARNS AND NOBLE HAUL ‼️‼️‼️‼️

RAJHHHHHDHDHDHD ITS THEMMMM

Went back like 3 days later, they had Beast AND 15!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait to see dazai die!! AND THE ART STYLE FOR 15 OH MY GODS I WOULD DIE TO HAVE IT 💥 And my sister found the MLB, and you know we're getting it. It's so silly I love it

PERCY JACKSON RAHHHH ‼️‼️ pretty sure Greek heros is one of the only ones I don't have, so ofc I bought it!!

AND THE FUNKO POP !!!!!! I love sabito so much bro I have a sticker of him on my water bottle... YIPPIEEE !!! ONTO THE SHELF HE GOES !!!!

[comfortabletogether]

me every time I see how the Greek G-ds are portrayed in PJO and it’s fanbase specifically Hera, Aphrodite and Ares

[miraclesnail]

Apollo and Mario Party 8

Part 51 of 1000 Ways to Tell the Stoll Brothers Apart and I Can Name You One (ao3)

Apollo plays some Mario Party 8 with the others before he heads out with Leo. It’s supposed to take his mind off what’s to come, but so far it’s doing nothing but adding more stress.

Apollo — Mario Party 8

Connor (16) 

January 2011

Connor Stoll is unfairly and unreasonably cruel. The worst mortal to have ever existed. An absolute terror to society. A complete asshole. An unbearable dictator. A terrifying tornado of destruction. Practically Godzilla himself with the way he’s rampaging. They had been getting along after Apollo had saved his friends and family, but he fears all the progress he made is getting undone now. 

“GET IT TOGETHER, APOLLO, OR SO HELP ME!” Connor screeches, pressing the buttons desperately on his GameCube controller and leaning so far forward on the chair that a couple more centimeters is enough to topple him. 

Apollo winces under the shrill scream. It’s just a game, a dumb party game… he thinks, but he tries harder. He really, truly is giving it his all. He’s mashing the buttons as fast as he can. He’s praying for Mario to also ‘get it together’ and get back on track. This ‘Rowed to Victory’ minigame is as simple as can be. Row in unison. Then one person rows to avoid obstacles. Then row in unison again until they touch the flagpole island.

But alas it is not meant to be. They flounder in a circle (due to no fault of his own) as Connor squawks instructions at him, “Row! Row! Press the freaking button, Apollo! Why aren’t you rowing?! YOU NEED TO ROW!” before screaming in frustration as their opponents, Ellis and Sherman, reach the island first and win. The two half-brothers high-five in delight. 

Connor sinks to his knees, kicking the chair as he does so, grabs a fistful of the carpeted rug and bangs his head on the floor. Meanwhile Sherman is taunting Connor in a way that is really unwise, jeering all sorts of middle-school insults at the son of Hermes. 

If you ask Apollo though, Connor is being a tad bit dramatic. 

“This,” Connor begins, getting back on his feet and turning to face him with a dreadful gleam in his eye, “Is the sixth minigame that you have made us lose, Apollo. Is this on purpose, huh? Do you like losing this much?”

Apollo looks at his three wonderful children to save him from Connor’s ire, but Austin is hiding a smile behind his hand. Kayla is laughing in amusement, completely unabashed. Will is the only one of the three who has a fraction of concern. But that fraction of concern is for Connor, not for his father who is arguably in hotter water. Will remains silent though and voices nothing for either side. In fact, Will shrugs in apology when their eyes meet and Apollo begs through his body language for Will to save him. 

Which is fair enough. No children should be expected to save their father like this. He’ll save himself. 

Apollo rolls his shoulder to loosen the tenseness and avoids looking at Connor directly. “Of course not! I’m just warming up.”

“We are on our fourth Tag Battle,” Connor says flatly. 

Touché. “I’m still warming up.” 

“Apollo,” Connor begins and he shrivels under the heavy judgment in Connor’s voice. Hermes should be proud. Connor really, truly captures the Messenger God’s competitive spirit when it comes to games and contests. He wonders if it’ll help Connor’s attitude if Apollo told him he once beat Hermes in a footrace. Probably not.

“I was really, really patient in the first game. I know you never played Mario Party before so I was forgiving while you got used to it. The second and third games, I was also really patient and tried to help you the best I could.” Connor really was. Apollo can’t deny that. There were all sorts of tips Hermes’s son gave him in this incredibly patient and considerate tone. “But we are now at our fourth game and you have not approved a single bit! Not a bit!”  

“I was holding back,” Ellis says unhelpfully. “I still am.”

“Want me to blindfold myself? Maybe that would be enough of a handicap to help you guys get some coins at least,” Sherman sneers, fist-bumping his half-brother. 

“Lock in, Apollo. I need you to lock. It. In.” Connor punctuates this with loud claps in his face in between each word before getting back in his chair. Which is frankly unneeded. He’ll lock in! He’s the God of Archery! His aim is always locked on the target.

“Is this helping you destress?” Leo oh so unhelpfully adds, lounging at the foot of the couch and messing with some screws.

“It is. I have never been more stress-free in my life,” Apollo grits out between his teeth as he grabs his controller tighter. 

This turn. For sure, he is turning this whole game around this turn. He is the god Apollo (Well, the former god, Apollo but he’s still mostly himself!) and this is just some kid’s game developed by Hudson Soft for weak-willed, simple-minded mortals to pass the time in their unbelievably short lifespan. 

But the next minigame, some horrible football game called ‘Grabby Girdiron’,  ends once again with their defeat. For some reason, he couldn’t grab the ball. And Sherman was on Connor at all times, stunlocking him while Ellis scored goal after goal. 

The mechanics are the issue. They have to be. Give him a new controller and his incompetence will be solved. Or maybe Hephaestus is interfering here, making sure everything machine-driven doesn’t work for him. Or maybe Nike is under orders from Zeus to make sure he never wins a single thing in his life. There is no way he is this bad. He beat Hermes in a race! He beat Ares in a boxing match! He’s plenty athletic in real-life! 

Connor breathes in and out slowly. And also quite scarily. But he doesn’t say a word as he squeezes his controller just a bit tighter. Maybe he’s holding all his rage in when they get to the end.

Leo nods and says, “Because you suck at this. No offense.”

Everybody's a critic, aren’t they? 

“You are the worst,” Connor agrees with Leo in this calm, terrifying voice as his dice rolls. His character Boo moves forward six spaces onto a blue space. “I have never lost this much before in my life.” 

“Well, if you hate me so much why don’t you go get your usual partner?” Apollo huffs and hits his own dice. His heart shatters when he sees what he rolls. 1. How can it be 1?! All he needed is a 2 to get to the star! Granted, he doesn’t have the coins but still! What kind of luck is that? And he lands on a red space. Of course, it’s a red space. The universe literally hates him right now. First, it was Dad casting him down to Earth as an acne-riddled teenager and now it’s Mario Party giving him nothing but Ls. 

“I want to. I desperately want to trade you for him. But Travis is on the other side of the country,” Connor says as Sherman rolls the dice that gets his Daisy character to the next star and he can definitely afford the 20 measly coins it takes. “We never lost in 2v2 matches.” 

“Maybe if Apollo plays as Dry Bones, it’ll go better,” Percy suggests as he sips on some blue lemonade and rests his forearm against Connor’s shoulder. Guess Percy is taking a break from his studies to watch Apollo absolutely get trashed both in-game and out-game. “Travis always played as Dry Bones, right? Maybe Apollo can channel some of that good energy.”

Connor makes a face like the thought alone of being a matching pair with him is disgusting. And well, same here then! Artemis is the only one he wants to match with. 

“No. Dry Bones and Boo is my thing with Travis. I would rather switch to Luigi. Maybe after this round is over.” 

“We can still catch up,” Apollo says with indignation. They have completely given up on him. How dare they. He’ll show them up. He’ll prove them all wrong. “Trust me. I’m getting the hang of it. Have some faith. We can still win.”

Spoiler alert. They do not.

And even more spoilers, they never do. Not once in the next five games. 

Apollo hopes none of them blab to their parents about this horrible day. 

Becoming a mortal is humiliating enough. He can’t bear it if they all make fun of him some more over Mario Party 8.

[tuhbanbuv]

Hey Percy Jackson fans, want me to drop this ROM or nah?

[demon-sneeze]

I’ve been having fun with emulators…

[halfling-myth-lady]

Hades/giratina/death isn’t the devil it’s the 7th grade math book.

[viridousl]

no because my mom told me that my older siblings are soooo immature and how she cant trust them to look after themselves but she can trust me to always try my hardest even at my own expense and how she trusts me to ask her for help when im struggling like i havent asked for her help when ive strugglefd and she told me no?????? so anyway i decided my response to that was to get fucking plastered and do a dance battle and like it would be spoo sick if i were to like. make a percyw easley flashback in my eldestdaughter syndrome fic to be like "percy recalls his mom saying something similar" because that would slap and add another layer of like. why tf hes not getting more help from bill and charlie. hell yeash.!!

[sallijuice]

iiiiiiiiiinktoberrrrrrrrrrr days 1, 2, & 3

[thisnerdetteoverthere-blog]

Ongoing List of very tiny details in the pjo show that are ridiculously book-accurate:

The WORD BY WORD narration if the first page

Grover being a vegetarian (as shown in tge scene at the met where Percy wordlessly takes Grovers ham from his sandwich)

The turquoise uniform of the candy shop sally works in that’s hung up on a shelf in the background of the scene between sally & percy in their flat for like 2 seconds

The Chevrolet Cameron Gabe drives

Grover being 24

The minotaur wearing panties

„you drool when you sleep“

Mr. Ds Tiger-Print Shirt

The diet coke in his hand

The satyrs on the strawberry fields

Riptide being a pen with a cap

The fact that percy sleeps on a mat & and a sleeping bag in the floor of the hermes cabin when he first arrives

The number of pearls on luke & annabeths necklaces

Clarisses Cargo Pants & combat boots

Annabeth fixing Percys Armor

[stilessflannel]

idk if you write for luke but imagine sneaking into mr ds office and getting comfy because you like the idea of getting caught 👀

this has been going around my head ever since i received it and i finally did something about it 😗 also i got asked for a percy jackson smut and to do whatever i want with it (yk who you are sweet anon) so does this count? muah xx

sneaking into mr d’s office with luke castellan was something you thought you’d never do. but your boyfriend had a tendency to ignore or try break unspoken rules, and that led to luke interrupting your cabin’s lava wall training, promising them their counsellor would be back soon as he dragged you away.

“are you out of your mind?” you hiss at him, checking behind you every five seconds, “we’re going to get caught by mr d or chiron!”

luke only offered the signature grin all hermes kids owned and continued until he had locked the door behind you. there wasn't much to take in - big wooden desk, a map of half-blood hill on a wall, a dusty bookshelf, and the faint smell of diet coke. while you were taking in your surroundings, luke gained a keen interest in the desk with locked drawers down each side. it only took a few seconds before he had them unlocked and he pulled up a bag full of drachmas.

normally you'd never go around to the other side of the desk to try pry a drawer open for yourself. the idea wouldn't even cross your mind to stuff as many bags of gold into your pockets as you possibly could; but it was mr d and drachmas he wouldn't be spending anytime soon seeing as he was confined to the camps boundaries, anyone would do the same.

once you were finished luke's arms wrap around your waist and hoist you onto the surface of the desk, as warm lips attack your neck and big hands work their way up and under your orange shirt. a sigh escapes your lips and your fingers wrap into his raven hair. "hey there"

"hey" he mumbles back, muffled against your neck as he presses a last kiss behind your ear and pressing his forehead against yours. "twenty minutes 'till lunch."

"yeah... wanna go back to mine?" you offer your cabin, playing with the beads on his camp necklace. an unsure hum from him makes you look up at him. you can see the lightbulb light up behind his blue irises. he picks you up so your legs wrap around his hips and sits back into the padded desk chair

"i think we'll be just fine here, yeah?" he said, pressing a kiss into the side of your mouth and working his way back down your neck to make the marks he left earlier brighter. you try your hardest to focus on luke and the heavenly way his mouth feels on your skin, but your mind kept jumping to mr d and chiron finding their two best counsellors in this state. the thought of either of them terrified you to your wits end, but also sent a surge of thrill through your veins.

luke brings you back by digging his teeth into your collarbone and eliciting a groan from you, effectively shutting off your care for who could catch you. you grab his jaw and force him to look at you and you fold - his lovesick face with pupils blown wide from lust makes you crash your lips against his. its messy and rough and perfect for you two as hands explore each others bodies. you pull away to tug your shirt off your head and he follows suit, then you're back on each other again.

the sound fills with small moans, sighs, and gasps from both of you. you're too far gone to hear the footsteps approach the door, too caught up in the feeling of grinding against luke and hearing his faint groans to notice the voices behind the door and the rattling of the handle being twisted. it isn't until the door squeaks on its hinges that you turn to look over your shoulder and see mr d, his face as red as the wine he invented.

you could argue the two weeks wash up duty was worth it.

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[jellyfitzjelly]

me: [just post a silly little post before going to work]

@roipecheur : [locks the door and projects a 3k slides powerpoint] so anyway

i dunno. sometimes making everything toxic and fucked up doesn't make it more complex or engaging...

[blank-house]

I’m sorry. But I don’t understand what this means from your answer about Percyr. Could you explain please?

“he used to use cooking mama as a dinner menu with his dad “

LOL okay so have you ever played Cooking Mama? Its got like this pickable menu of dishes that you can cook in game and if you unlock all of them there's like 70 or so recipes to choose from in the base game! AND THERES EVEN MORE IF YOU GET THE SEQUELS HAHA

As a kid, he'd play through a ton of the series that once it came to meal preps in his family, he would run up to his dad with the DS and together they'd pick out a meal from the game menu that looked interesting enough and grab the recipe for it.

It was a fun way for them to figure out what to have for the week, and it was fun for Percy to see something on his little DS screen come to life. That kinda thing in his childhood eventually became the catalyst for why he cooks so much :,)

Hope that clears things up for ya!

[chbnews]

yo do we got anything for photography at camp? or uh, anyplace i can put my photos because i got too many polaroids of these birds and i dont really got a place for them anymore

-ds

Camp fridge or on the bullitan (is that how you spell it??) board, or also in cabin 4 too. - Percy Jackson 🌊