#Percy Jackson and the lightning thief

[mortal-maebh]

percy: please help me find my dad

dionysus:

[forrpercyy]

Percy smiling when Annabeth hugged him for the second time ☹️ It’s only the first season and it’s already so clear they would do anything for one another.

they’re gonna be so good in season 2 its killing me already

[ilovepjo]

they are so important to me

[angelfic]

percy’s anger management issues are so intense you’d think you were reading the internal monologue of an eldest daughter

[alyona11]

Small sketch of Grover and Percy from the Lightning Thief, I picked this book to get some practice at the foreign language I’m studying (it isn’t English) and it’s enjoyable to reread the story I enjoyed a lot in my childhood. But also it’s fun to sketch some scenes in the book because when I was into it my art sucked real bad xD

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

SIX SCHOOLS IN SIX YEARS SIX SCHOOLS IN SIX YEARS SIX SCHOOLS IN SIX YEARS

[jakejeffreyperalta]

we don't give percy enough credit tbh honestly if i was 12 and my mom died and my best friend was a goat and my father was a sea god and i was expected to go around the country looking for my uncle's thunderbolt with a girl that i was pretty sure hated my guts while literally everyone in my life was hiding things from me and never giving me any information so i had to peice everything together and still being called dumb i would go on a homicidal killing spree. i think percy managed to beat up ares because of the unhealthy amount of rage and agitation that was building up inside of him. honestly i don't blame him at ALL pop off king

[acourtofbooksandinsanity]

I COULD SERIOUSLY TALK ABOUT THIS SCENE FOREVER EVERYTHING IS SO PERFECT SHE CALLS AND HE COMES IMMEDIATELY, THEIR CHEMISTRY? OFF THE CHARTS. HES STILL SO IN LOVE WITH HER. LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS SCENE

[zariacore]

the tears in his eyes. the quiver in his voice. the desperation, because please, someone believe him. the hesitancy to pull a sword on percy.

only pulling a sword on him when Hermes is brought up. the rage in his movements. fighting to kill, because that's what Kronos has done to him.

the shock when annabeth, baby annabeth, the 5 year old he brought to camp, the girl he's tied together in grief with, drawing a sword against him.

perfect. no notes.

[aceoffangirls]

I think Percy choosing to continue the quest “no I am going to see this through” the show perfectly foreshadows him choosing to make the Great Prophecy about him in the Titans Curse “I choose the prophecy. It will be about me.”

In episode 6 of the show, Percy is released from the quest, however he chooses to continue on, seeing that there is a bigger picture. He chooses to continue on with the quest with the hopes of preventing whatever happens.

In the Titans Curse, it is revealed that the Great Prophecy could also be about Nico, however Percy chooses it to be about him. He knows the burden of the prophecy and does not want to put it in Nico. He is going to see the great prophecy through.

[liesmultixxx]

“I just know I’ll fight next to you”

“Because you’re my friend, Seaweed Brain.”

SCREAMING CRYING SHAKING THROWING UP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

when their parents are enemies but they’re besties >>>>

[coryosbaby]

SENSITIVE . Luke Castellan x fem! Reader

Content warning . Broken bones and submissive Luke <3

Whenever someone uses a word to describe Luke Castellan, it’s always this: strong.

He’s the greatest swordsman in camp, after all. He puffs out his chest and slathers his aura in pride, outdoing every opponent.

Except for when it comes to you.

He’s— well, Luke is a sensitive boy. No one knows that, of course, except for you.

He shows his true self, now, on a rainy night in your cabin. Many campers have gone to dinner, and Luke had decided to stay back with you, curled up in your bed.

“(Y/N),” he whines, as you finish your night routine with a drastic slowness. “It hurts.”

You almost roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s antics as you lather on a bit of moisturizer. After a long trip and fall down a flight of stairs—ironic, really, considering his stealthiness— the boy had broken his hand. A small cast is wrapped around it, little phrases that you and other peers had written into it rainbow in color.

“You’re being dramatic.”

His lips form into a pout.

“‘M not,” he replies. His unbroken hand pats the empty spot beside him. “Come here, baby. I miss you.”

You can’t help the tug in your chest at his sweet tone. You do the last steps of your routine, sighing as you move out of your vanity chair and slide onto your silky pink sheets.

“C’mere, you big baby.”

He grins, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you bring him into your embrace, letting him wrap his big arms around you.

“You smell nice,” he compliments, humming. “Like a pretty flower.”

You giggle. His fingers move up to play with your hair.

“And your hair is so pretty. I love it. And your eyes…”

“Are you saying this because you feel sentimental, or because you want me to make out with you?”

“Both.”

You scoff, pulling him in for a kiss. He reciprocates eagerly, and before you know it his tongue slides warm and wet into your mouth. His hand moves up to your tits, softly groping.

And when you look down, you realize why he’s so clingy. A small smirk spreads across your lips.

“I think you need a little bit of help, sweet boy.”

His cheeks, a dusty pink, turn even darker now. You take in the sight of the large bulge straining against his zipper. He lets out a nervous chuckle, though it doesn’t do much to stifle his nerves. His broken hand still stays trembling underneath your own.

“You don’t have to,” he replies, averting his gaze from you. “I’m not.. I mean.. I can’t—”

“I know.”

You don’t need to say anything else. Your palm splays out over his hardened cock, and he whines, a tiny breathless thing in the back of his throat that makes your panties soak with wetness.

“Mommy,” he utters. “I need your hands,” And then, bordering on a choked sob, “Please? I’ll be good, I swear…”

Oh, it’s so easy to get him worked up. So, so incredibly easy.

You hum, flicking the zipper of his jeans up and down playfully. His brunette locks are turned up and disheveled, and it’s the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen.

“Poor baby. It’s been a long time since you’ve touched yourself, hasn’t it ? Four, maybe five days?”

That was the last time he had fucked you, the day he had broken his hand. Your schedules were both so busy that neither of you had time to do anything since. Luke’s eyebrows press together, and a pout forms on his lips as he nods in confirmation. You press a kiss to his jaw, then another. He’s wearing the cologne you like, and a shirt you had once said looked particularly good on him. He had made his way into your room asking for this, you’re sure. He was asking to get all worked up and get you to handle it.

He just wants mommy’s attention, doesn’t he?

You pull his fly down, much to his excitement, a “thank you” falling sweetly off of his soft lips. Pushing his underwear down, his hardened cock slaps up to its fullest attention against his stomach. His balls are drawn up tight above the fabric of his briefs, full and ready to be emptied.

Oh, how worked up the poor thing is. Wet like a girl, cock dripping pre cum and the tip flushed an almost deep scarlett. He’s well endowed, much to your pleasure.

Giving his tip a teasing flick with two of your fingers, you watch as his eyes shut tight and he moans. It sounds precious, a choir full of angels singing. You wish you could hear it over and over again.

He isn’t looking at you, now, and that makes you annoyed. Your hand slaps his length and he lets out a pained yelp.

“Eyes on me. Do you understand?”

His bottom lip wobbles. A sensitive boy he is, despite his usually hard and cold demeanor, and his mommy’s disapproval makes him want to cry. He nods, his teary eyes staring deep into your own as you spit into your palm and take him into your hand.

You start by thumbing over his tip, rubbing softly into his slit. Watching his breathing increase and the way his head tilts back is absolutely enticing.

“Is that good, baby?” You ask softly. He nods eagerly, his hand shaking in his lap. He tries not to clench his broken fist together but that proves difficult, and he lets out a pained cry when he presses down on it. You coo to him, almost mocking, as you snake your arm behind his back and take the cast into your free hand.

“Don’t hurt yourself, okay? Just hold on to me,” your voice is a purr in the shell of his ear. “Need my boy big and strong again.”

“Yeah,” he breathes out, his voice high pitched and whiny. “Yeah, mommy, yeah…”

Your hand wraps around the fullness of his length, twisting with a flick of your wrist. His forehead bumps against yours as his open mouth tries to land on your lips. You think he’s trying to kiss you, and it’s absolutely endearing. He can’t help but desperately shove his tongue into the warm confines of your mouth. You giggle at that, pulling him in for a sloppy, wet kiss.

When your lips leave his, it’s so you can bite and suckle pretty marks onto his neck. You lave over the reddish bites, humming as you cover his throat in them.

Other women at camp, be damned. He’s yours.

It isn’t long, with a gasping mouth and fluttering lashes, that he’s close.

“I’m gonna cum,” Luke murmurs, sugary sweet. “I’m g-gonna… momma, momma..”

He buries his face in your neck, salty tears pressing into your skin, and his cock spurts rope after rope of warm, sticky spend all over your hand. You watch with a smile, pressing a kiss into his hair as he fucks his hips up and mewls against you. Your heart flutters at the sound, your body on fire just from watching him come undone.

He sighs when you milk the last few remnants of cum from his spent cock. His curls stick to his forehead, sweat dripping down his brow. What a sight.

You find Luke’s shirt somewhere on the floor and wipe your hand on it. His nose crinkles up.

“That’s gross.”

Rolling your eyes and trying not to smile, you sit down beside him again.

“It’s your mess, Luke.”

He shrugs, his hand going up to push your hair out of your face. He gives you a pretty, lopsided smile. You kiss the scar underneath his eye, and his eyes cloud over again.

Always so sensitive.

He lays down on the bed, signaling you over. His lips find yours again, chaste but still nice, and when he’s using free hand to make you straddle his face, a gasp emits from you.

“Luke. It’s okay, you don’t have to.”

“Want to,” he murmurs, sliding your panties to the side. “You took care of me, momma. Let me take care of you.”

:: @mysticpenguincreation @nightmare-niko @iheartinkonpaper @claireyberryy @becauseseaotters @emmalandry @princesstiti14 @aerangi

[slowburnsucker]

legitimately fell out of my chair when I heard this

[prettygalswag]

There's something about Athena, goddess of wisdom, refusing to allow her child to be a free thinker at the cost of her LIFE and schools being a tool to create factory workers, not creative types.

There's something about Hephaestus, god of invention, now making machines that suit himself not the world. He is still selfish. He is still trying.

There's something about Hermes, god of thieves, living off of stolen moments with his son.

There's something about Hades, god of the dead, choosing not to allow more to die on his watch. He makes them work for it, because he is a god and inherently flawed, but thinks for his and others' safety.

There's something about change coming to Olympus, to the highest point. There's something about unrest. There's something about the way anyone can spark revolution.

[send-up-my-heart-to-you]

i used to write out things that happened in percy jackson, from the perspective of mortals, but writing it out in the style of a true crime blog

for example:

the disappearance of the di angelo siblings

jason grace found dead after 14 years missing

the whole thing with percy in book one

etc

lmk if ur interested :D

update: @riordanverse-crime-cases

(if you have any ideas for more “cases” i could write, PLEASE lmk!!! send me an ask of it so i could answer with the case chapter)

[fellatitledthemf]

Oh sweet, sweet irony