#PJO

[xoxochb]

thinking about percy jackson and his doe eyed girlfriend! he’s so totally obsessed with ur pretty eyes in a way that’s near concerning to everyone around him— and that’s excluding himself— he thinks the addiction is quite normal. he love love lovessss when u get on ur knees for him n ur all hesitant n u look up at him with ur bambi eyes, a silent way of asking for reassurance or praise while u suck him off. n he loves seeing them all teary while you nearly choke on him, or even when he’s mercilessly thrusting his cock into your tight n achy cunt, abusing you until mascara tears roll down ur cheeks from ur pretty bambi eyes :(( n when he finishes he’ll wipe your cheeks with the pad of his thumbs n tell u how good u did for him n how u look ‘so pretty’ beneath him. n then he’ll kiss your eyelids closed so delicately, ur ruined mascara getting all over his lips but he doesn’t entirely seem to care. n not only this he just loves seeing ur eyes in general, not only when he’s fucking you— he likes when the illuminate like christmas lights when he buys u a new stuffie or flowers or really anything at that. but all in all, it’s safe to say that percy jackson is unhealthily obsessed with ur gorgeous doe eyes!!

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Holidays! Time traveler Percy please!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

The first dozen or so monsters aren't a problem.

Percy is good at this, has fought a war - has fought in multiple wars - and monsters die a lot easier than gods. He misses his sword and he misses being able to draw on water for power, but the sword he took from the armory is perfectly serviceable and he's been in enough situations where water wasn't available to be able to fight without it.

The problem is geography.

If there was a bottleneck, Percy could slaughter them one by one, or three by three, and be perfectly fine, But the field is too wide and the monsters are too many and they're going to overrun him, they're going to get into camp and kill as many demigods as they have to in order to kill Zeus's daughter.

Percy can't let that happen. He's sacrificed so much to make sure that doesn't happen.

Poseidon has many domains, many titles. King of the sea, power over oceans and creatures and all the water of the world is the most well known. The one that will give him away with no defense he can offer.

But Poseidon is more than the king of the sea.

Percy plants his feet, drawing up the power in his blood, in his bones, both his birthright and something he'd honed and nurtured from the moment he could name it.

He raises his sword above his head with two hands and plunges it into the ground.

The earth rumbles and groans and splits in front of him.

A cavern opens in front of him, the ground cracking as far as he can see in either direction, going deeper than it's possible to go, deep enough that the monsters Hades sent disappear right back where they came from.

He is the son of the Earthshaker.

Percy is trembling from the effort to tear the world in two, but it is his right as the son of Poseidon and the earth will not deny him.

When the monsters are gone, the only thing keeping him up is the grip on his sword. He risks a glance behind him to see Chiron, to see Luke and Annabeth and Thalia, to see dozens of campers armed for battle and standing still.

None of them are looking at him, which is odd. They're looking above him.

Percy tilts his head back and sees something that makes no sense at all.

A shimmering pomegranate floats above his head.

He's been claimed by Persephone.

[newlyfoundwren]

Imagine percabeth kids not fully comprehending how powerful their parents are. Like sure they’ve heard stories about their parents when they were the same age but it just never full sets in.

To the kids Percy is the cool dad who makes bad jokes and makes blue food and listens to old music and Annabeth is the overbearing mom who wears suits all the time to work just to come home and throw in the oldest and most washed and damaged t-shirt and lay on the couch the rest of the afternoon surrounded by building blueprints.

And then a monster attacks and the kids life is in danger and they don’t see their parents. They see Perseus Jackson, killer of the Minotaur, two time hero of Olympus and eldest son of Poseidon and his wife Annabeth Chase-Jackson, the one who found the Athena Parthenos and sent Arachne back to Tartarus for good.

[percabethconvos]

I've been thinking about it and the funniest way for Annabeth to receive Olympus redesign requests from the gods is for them to just send them to her telepathically

like

New camper: So how do requests work? Do you have to meet up with them regularly on Olympus or something?

Annabeth:

[sevsalio]

Just a sketch cuz i got exam tomorrow and I have to study :'(

gagahahahahaga

[starrydali]

hii i got a request for a luke castellan fic🤭

so i thought of it the other day.. what if its during a capture the flag game but reader and luke get carried away with yk.. making out or smth and they get caught !

do what you want with it, i just thought it could be cute😊

Friends With Benefits - Luke Castellan

∘°∘♡∘° Stoppp I love this so much♡

✧˖*°࿐*✧.┊You and Luke have always been close friends, but lately, things have been a little… complicated. You're not quite dating, but you're not just friends either. Stolen kisses here and there, moments where the line between friendship and something more starts to blur. ✧. ┊

The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. You were supposed to be patrolling—Luke was supposed to be patrolling—but instead, you were backed against the rough bark of a tree, his lips brushing against yours in a way that sent your thoughts spiraling into chaos.

“Luke,” you mumbled between kisses, though you made no effort to stop him. “We’re going to get caught.”

He pulled back slightly, his face so close that his breath warmed your skin. His smirk was maddeningly cocky, the kind that made you simultaneously want to shove him and kiss him again. “Relax,” he said, his voice low and full of amusement. “You worry too much.”

“You don’t worry enough,” you shot back, your hands resting awkwardly on his chest, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

Luke just chuckled, leaning in again, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth before moving to trail down your jaw. “It’s adorable how you think anyone’s paying attention to us right now.”

You were about to retort when—

“Luke Castellan.”

The sharp voice cut through the quiet of the woods like a blade. Your head snapped toward the source of the sound, and your stomach dropped. Annabeth.

She stood a few feet away, arms crossed and a look of utter disbelief etched on her face. For once, her calculating gaze wasn’t directed at some strategic move in Capture the Flag—it was pinned squarely on the two of you.

“Oh gods,” you muttered under your breath, stepping away from Luke so fast you nearly tripped over a root.

Luke, on the other hand, didn’t seem the least bit fazed. He leaned casually against the tree, his arms crossed over his chest, and gave Annabeth his most infuriating grin. “Hey, Annabeth,” he said, as if she’d just caught him skipping chores and not...well, this.

“‘Hey, Annabeth?’” she repeated, her voice rising slightly. Her eyes flicked between you and Luke, her expression a mix of shock, confusion, and something that looked suspiciously like secondhand embarrassment. “What the hell was that?”

You opened your mouth to explain—or maybe apologize—but no sound came out. Your face was burning so hot you were sure it could rival Apollo’s chariot.

“We were just...uh...” Luke began, his grin widening as he glanced at you.

“Don’t,” Annabeth interrupted, holding up a hand. “Don’t even try to explain.”

Luke shrugged, clearly enjoying himself. “Alright, if you insist.”

“Luke!” you hissed, swatting his arm.

“What?” he said, feigning innocence. “I’m not lying. She told me not to explain.”

Annabeth groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I cannot believe this. You two are supposed to be best friends.”

“We are,” Luke said, the casual tone in his voice almost convincing.

“Best friends don’t...” Annabeth gestured vaguely between the two of you, clearly at a loss for words.

You wanted to sink into the ground and disappear forever. “This isn’t—it’s not—”

“Not what it looked like?” Annabeth supplied, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded furiously, though you weren’t entirely sure what you were agreeing to.

Luke, ever the opportunist, slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. “Come on, Annabeth,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “Can’t two best friends share a kiss now and then without it being a big deal?”

“No!” Annabeth snapped, her face incredulous. “No, they can’t!”

“Well,” Luke said, his smirk practically glowing in the dark, “guess we missed the memo.”

Annabeth threw her hands up in frustration. “You’re both unbelievable.” She turned on her heel and stalked back toward the creek, muttering something about idiocy and never being able to unsee things.

As soon as she was out of earshot, you turned to Luke, your jaw dropping. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” he said, his expression far too pleased with himself. “That went better than I expected.”

“Better?” you repeated, your voice a mix of disbelief and mortification. “She’s never going to let us live this down.”

“Probably not,” Luke agreed, his grin softening into something almost fond as he looked at you. “But hey, at least now you know what you're dealing with.”

“And what exactly am dealing with?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

Luke’s gaze flicked briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “A best friend who doesn’t play by the rules.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are,” he teased, leaning in just enough that your noses brushed.

You shoved him lightly, though the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. “Come on,” you said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in the direction of the creek. “Let’s actually do our job before we get caught again.”

“Whatever you say, best friend,” he said, his laughter echoing through the trees as he followed you.

✧. ┊ Send requests! :)

[diary-of-a-demigod]

someone gets it!!! finally! every single fucking game night the first thing that comes out of percys mouth is “how about monopoly” like DUDE WE ALL KNOW WHY YOURE PICKING IT AUERUGH

-clarisse la fucking rue

headcanon that percy is historically hard to beat at monopoly. and it's intially the most mind-boggling thing ever watching him turn the tide of a game. because he's definitely losing at the beginning. but percy is not only an amazing strategist. he has a deep understanding of money and knows how and when to bet on the board. he knows when to test his luck. and he's amazing at getting into people's head.

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

remember when percy used to just casually bribe people? and then target their insecurity to manipulate them to get what he wanted? because i do. every day.

[xoxochb]

hello, could you please write hcs or something about what the riordanverse boys would do to hide the hickeys they did to the reader?

hellurrrr I lit loved this sm

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percy jackson gently cares for each and every one of them (which admittedly is a ton— the patience he has for you is unmatched LOL). though he does say all the time how he loves seeing you with his marks over your skin, he knows that if you don’t want to be seen like that then he’ll happily take them off, but of course not without whining n complaining first because that’s just how he rolls. and you assure him that you’ll leave them for as long as possible before you leave for the public and on the days you diminish of them quickly you promise to bake him cookies! — this is the deal you’ve come up with him.

jason grace tends to each delicately, sure not to hurt you in any way. he’s def the type of person to, like, google search every possibly way to diminish them like a fucking mom or something if you catch my drift. n he’ll try everything until they’re faint n almost not visible. n he doesn’t want you to go out in public with them because that can be embarrassing n most likely people will snicker n he doesn’t want that :(( so he makes sure to take his time n clean you free of them. though when he knows you’re not leaving the house in the near future that’s a wholeeee different story for another time.

leo valdez deffff doesn’t even try to hide them. he likes the idea of showing everyone that he has the hottest girlfriend ever! LOL but you insist on hiding them n he gets all pouty n whiny n begs you to keep them exposed for the whole world to see. it takes ten minutes of begging, a twenty minute make out sesh, head, n fake teary doe eyes for him to give into you, n then he helps you hide them with concealer (does that actually work??)!

luke castellan is similar to leo. he knows that most boys at camp look at you the same way he does and he hates that more than anything (though maybe not his father but this isn’t about him…). n he wants to mark u up to the brim n have you walk around camp with his marks all over you to show all those asshole boys that ur his!!!!! but when it actually comes to you leaving in public w them he’s like ‘nononono’ n helps you take care of them 😭😭 like pls he’s so silly n has so much talk like hello.

[aurantiumred]

wish jercy was canon because do you KNOW what percy would do upon learning about his death

the entirety of Manhattan would be GONE

destroyed, vaporized, tsunamis and earthquakes and hurricanes hitting the shore over and over and over

apollo's real trials? deal with a pissed off percy trying to fist fight hades to get his boyfriend back

might make that into a fanfic actually would go hard.

orpheus step aside

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

You'd like to think that for two dollars he'd get her name right.

It's more than any other camper has given him.

Mr.D, gesturing towards Hazel: Okay, first of all I'd like to introduce our new ambassador of camp Jupiter, Hailey, and I'd like to thank her for her generous gift of two dollars, which she handed to me this morning. Unnecessary but appreciated

Piper, whispering to Hazel: Why'd you give him two dollars?

Hazel, whispering back : I thought he was homeless

[p0isongore]

little hazel color study, ive never colored a poc in my life before so i hope this is a good first try!!

reminding i have emergency commissions open ( 15usd a whole illustration, dm for more info)

[assiraphales]

genuinely one of the worst things that’s happened to television in the last few years (exacerbated by streaming services) is death of Filler. going from 20 episodes to 8 because “we didn’t really need that episode where the main characters went to the beach right? it had no long lasting effect” but we DID!!! we needed to see how they act without the Big Bad Plot and to establish the dynamics between the characters and lay in the sun (do they forget sunscreen? how do they react to a thieving seagull? do they get buried in the sand or do they do the burying?). the plot isn’t everything. the action doesn’t hit as hard without the quiet moments. give us character development and our little scenes back

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

also I love that Grover gets separated from the kids and immediately starts playing mind games with a god. he's like finally I don't have to be a good role model for a second. let's talk brutality.

[multi-bookworm]

It's also the council building at camp half-blood when a god asks them to do a quest.

where me and the mutuals work