#luke castellan

[daphnitely]

i love leah and her annabeth

but PLEASE, stop erasing book annabeth!

not just annabeth, but i see a lot of people denying book version characters.... is ir necessary? cuz i dont think so

you can still love the show version without hating on book version

[xoxochb]

request + a/n at the bottom

cw: (overly?) rough sex, brief swearing, overstimulation, piv, and erm I think that’s it? mdni (or do, that’s none of my business)

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he’s trying to kill you, that’s what. there had been a celebratory event for percy jackson— what he did this time was beyond your knowing. one day he kills the minotaur the next he’s universally known and wanted by the fbi, in a similar way he’s praised at camp for every tiny thing he does. new quest, celebration, came back alive from a quest, celebration, presumed dead but came back alive, celebration, just existed, a damn celebration! the kid’s not even eighteen and he’s the talk of camp! it’s ludicrous, yes, but you couldn’t give less of a fuck, what other people cared about was out of your capacity of understanding, he’s just a kid.

to your boyfriend, though, percy wasn’t ‘just a kid’ he was the bane of his existence. when you think about it— why was it fair that percy got claimed to quickly and is actually acknowledged by his godly parent while luke can’t do the same? that’s unfair. today, during another celebration for the great perseus jackson, you witnessed luke’s anger first hand, through fireworks and a party bonfire, you were pulled away by him in the middle of your s’more making— which he claimed was “helping add onto the hype for that dumb kid.”

with a pout spread over your lips, you’re dragged to an empty cabin eleven, his bed more specifically. you had no control coming after this, none when your clothes were pulled off, and none when he, without warning, shoved his cock inside of you (quite violently may you add, may the gods save you from the pain you’re going to feel in the morning). nonetheless, you’re not going to interfere with his mood, you’ll let him fuck you senseless until you fall into a coma. and that’s what you’re sure he’s trying to do!

because between his thumb maniacally rubbing over your clit and with each vicious thrust you feel yourself growing progressively more lightheaded, your hands tightly fisting the sheets and a plethora of tears streaming down your perfectly pink cheeks. you hear luke murmur incoherent babbles, something you assume is all hatred towards the son of poseidon, because you take notice that he gets rougher each time.

“luke, I- please… mhm I- can’t-” what the fuck are you saying? you sound like a clueless child attempting to say their first words. your chest heaves with great force, seemingly to the same pattern of the cacophonous fireworks outside that don’t seem to ever stop— gods, why fireworks of everything? you’re getting a fucking migraine at this point, and with every deafening moan escaping your maroon lips your head seems to pound harder. this is how you’re going to die for sure.

practically sobbing, you grab at luke’s dark curls in an attempt to pull him out from you, or just to do anything that involves stopping your current state of overstimulation. it’s too much, fine at first, but now it’s too much. panting, you repeat his name, pleading, praying. he doesn’t seem to listen at all, continuing to thrust inside you to impel your moans to jump to the highest octave possible, and you’re half sure that by now they’re louder than the bursting fireworks outside.

“you gonna come for me, angel? not done until you come for me…”

you could scream. shit— you’re practically already moaning at the same decibel level of a blood curling scream (you’re so not going to be able to talk tomorrow). “fuck, please- ah- luke, I-”

nonetheless, you feel your velvety walls tightening as your orgasm washes over you, your thick wetness coating his throbbing cock. he prolongs this for a full minute you were sure would’ve killed you, until he pulled out of you, he’s met suddenly with your deathly glare.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?”

༯ “So you had this post where u said 'louder than the fireworks' (which later said '(he's fictional)' lol) and i got an idea.. Luke castellan just fucking the shit out of you while everyone is celebrating percy bc he's mad or sum shit idek all i know is that its rough and he's trying to get louder than the fireworks 🤭” hi nonnie, my love, for some reason I was unable to respond to your request?? it only had “delete” and “post” but I love love loved this request so I just copied it on here :)

[pjo-ship-polls]

Rachel Elizabeth Dare

These are only for romantic pairings, not platonic.

The ships in the polls are the twelve (12) most popular ships for each character based on the number of fics on AO3.

F.A.Q.

Ship List:

Rachel/Percy (perachel)

Rachel/Reyna (racheyna)

Annabeth/Rachel (rachabeth)

Rachel/Octavian (octachel)

Annabeth/Rachel/Percy (perachabeth) 

Rachel/Nico (rachico) 

Apollo/Rachel (rachello) 

Rachel/Piper (piperachel) 

Bianca/Rachel (biachel)

Rachel/Drew (darenaka) 

Luke/Rachel (racheluke) 

Rachel/Thalia (thachel)

[mashiee]

third times the charm ig. this is the last one. for now (ominous music playing)

psst, tell me your favorite in the tags

1 / 2 / 3

[the-goddess-of-gays]

unfriendly reminder that when Thalia first met Jason in TLH, she probably did a double take because this scarred-up white boy looked a hell of a lot like a slightly younger Luke...

[titan-army-fan]

I just got the image of Luke walking directly into like a pillar or something because his eye sight is messed up from the scar, and instead of helping him Chris just loses his shit laughing

[profoundlyconfusedbeing]

Yes, for sure. I have a lot of thoughts about this too. (I was just very intentionally focused on the other scene in the OG post)

I think he definitely wanted to leave in Titans curse already. You can tell by how he behaves. He was regretting joining, he was regretting what was happening to Annabeth and desperately trying to keep her alive.

If he necessarily wanted to die is not 100% clear. I think yes, he did but more as a byproduct. In my personal theory he didn’t have direct suicidal ideation that he wanted to die right this moment, but I think he might have been hoping that he died. Meaning he was passively suicidal and not actively. He wanted Thalia to defeat him. I think he didn’t have the “energy” to fight her, because he still cared about them, both Thalia and Annabeth. I think he was going “easy” on her, and hoping he might die in the process. If he had been suicidal in an active manner, he would have definitely just committed full on suicide that moment. I don’t think he was ready for that, but he did very much want to die.

You are right. People most definitely ignore it so much and I hate it. Like sure he might have been down with Kronos plan at the start, but it was very clear even in Sea of Monsters that there were cracks in his loyalty that were pretty visible looking at his behaviour.

I think the PJO fandom does not talk enough about the fact that Luke wanted to leave Kronos. He wanted to leave Kronos while he still could. Possibly before he got the curse of Achilles. He quite literally begged Annabeth to run away with her. I hate that I barely see this scene brought up outside of the claim that it proofs that Luke was trying to manipulate/hurt/groom Annabeth or as proof that he was actually in love with her. Like it is freaking non of these things. Its a scared 20-21 year old realising what´s happening to him (cough grooming by Kronos cough) and trying to find a way out, by reaching out to the only person left in the world that he still trusts so much to possibly see the good in him. His little sister. The girl he basically adopted. Annabeth. And Annabeth who didn´t think she could trust him anymore. Not really. While she despratly wanted to, her logic and reasoning was her ultimate failiur. Because she could have saved him. But she was a scared 13-14 year old who felt deeply betrayed by one of the only people she ever trusted and her mind told her that distrust was the safer option for her survival.

Also just to make this clear. I am not blaming Annabeth for not trusting him. Lukes fall and no one being able to save him is a tragedy for a reason. It could have tecnically been prevented but it would have required for characters to behave in a way that wasn´t possible for them. (Slightly referencing this post here, but a bit more broader.)

[bluecrocss]

Somethings I'm looking forward to in PJO Season 2 that I don't see people talk about as much

Villain!Luke: Most of TLT/Season 1 is Luke playing as an ally/friend/older brother to our protagonists. We see him in a mostly positive light as the show tries to hide his true intentions until the reveal.

SOM is the first time we get to see Luke in pure villain mode, and I'm so excited. Despite my issues with the movies (Especially the second one), I can always appreciate how much fun Jake Abel was obviously having hamming it up in the second movie. Literally, all he needed was a mustache to twirl lol

Anyway, Charlie did such a good job of making Luke sympathetic and likeable, I'm so excited for when we first see him on the Princess Andromeda in all his Villain glory. I can't wait to see how he plays it.

Clarisse redemption: Look, I will always defend the right of viewers to dislike a bully, no matter how sad their backstory is. However, in my opinion, SOM and TLO is probably where we get the most character development for Clarisse (the show can even add more depth to that if they play it right).

Hints at her abusive relationship with Ares, the first inklings of her friendship with Percy, there's so much more we're going to get out of that character, and I really hope they SHOW (not tell) it right.

Tyson/Annabeth beef: I am going to be on the front-lines as a Leahbeth defender this season. Like with the growing fandom dislike towards Annabeth of late, and the general way audiences treat black female characters whenever they show any negative traits, Annabeth's interactions with Tyson in SOM (and her later interactions with Rachel Dare in BOTL) are not going to be some of her best moments; but also are great character moments for her because those two books more than any are about showing Annabeth's flaws. She's a 13 year old girl with PTSD people!

Tyson's a sweetheart, obvs, but watching 5"2 Leah Jeffries consistently intimidate 6"5 Daniel Diemer is gonna be kind of hilarious. And Tyson's constant attempts to win her over are so endearing (Especially when he does succeed towards the end).

I do hope they make some changes to the backstory of why Annabeth doesn't like Cyclopes though. Because even in the books, I thought that seemed a bit forced in.

Annabeth's Circe island makeover: Yes, Walker as a guinea pig, hilarious. Yes, the siren scene, heartbreaking. The childhood Percabeth shipper in me, can't wait to see what makeover Annabeth gets in the show!

Say what you will, but one of the best parts of Annabeth now being portrayed by a black actress is (in my personal opinion), I think there is no group of women on earth with more variation in hair styling than black women.

As such, there's an infinite number of styles and looks that I could see them giving Leah for this. Braids with gold accessories, Afro puffs, a Grecian take on Bantu knots, etc. etc. I mean, the fan artists have been eating with that already.

What have I missed? What other less talked about moments is everyone excited to see brought to life?

[braghis]

Out of the many things i don't like this much about the PJo books, there are actually three things that REALLY annoy me the most:

- RR's potrayal of femininity: almost all the female leads have the "NotLikeOtherGirls" complex and the genuine feminine girls are 1) a traitor (Silena), 2) a damsel in distress (Calypso) and 3) a mean AlphaB*tch™️ (Drew). Nothing wrong obviously with not liking classical girly things BUT being feminine ISN'T the same as being weak or stupid. A woman can be feminine AND strong. These things can totally coexist and i don't get why some people seem to fail to understand that.

- Riordan's apparent hate of common features. He really gave Piper and Hazel light eyes despite them being poc and tried to justify it by saying they have them because of their powers???? So i guess it's just an unfortunate coincidence that neither Pluto or Aphrodite have these eyes in the first place. And of course it's totally normal that ESTELLE apparently has Poseidon's sea green eyes despite her father being Paul Blofis. AND it's another complete coincidence that almost all his attractive and popolar characters have light eyes and/or hair while all the "outcasts" have common traits. Suuuuree it is.

- When the books' narrative (and honestly the fandom) tries to suggest that every single thing Nico did in the story was actually to impress Percy and nothing more. This annoys me to hell and back. Yeah he had a crush on him; Percy was his hero and Nico idolized him a lot, BUT so did Annabeth with Luke. AND why not starting with Leo, who got little crushes on every pretty girl he met before ending up with Calypso, a cheek he kinda killed himself for. But why don't i see the same attitued with them? Ohh i know why.....they are straights (or at least in straight relationships) so they are allowed to have goals, interests, A PERSONALITY outside their sexuality and love life. Gay people apparently not. A queer dude's life simply needs to revolve around a straight one, you know? That's truly one of the worst queer tropes ever.

[solangelotus]

she’s thunderstorms

luke castellan x reader (MDNI!)

it’s too late to check

summary: you and luke work through the terms of your agreement, and you make the first move

word count: 2.7k

warnings: zeus reader, implied plus size reader, reader has long enough hair for braids and wears a bikini, SMUT (oral - m receiving, masturbation, inexperienced luke)

masterlist

a day has never gone by slower. luke watches you from afar, pushing his food around his plate. clarisse braids your wet hair as silena feeds her grapes. the three of you laugh, and you look so beautiful in the sunlight that he feels like he may just keel over.

the weekends were more relaxed when it came to lunch. he’s thankful for it, seeing as usually you sit all alone, and now, you have two of your friends by your side. he stands at the fire for the offerings surrounded by his friends, and dumps a large amount of his plate into the fire. he prays to aphrodite for the first time, hoping his feelings won’t get in the way of your deal with each other. he knows it’s a bad idea; you would have never agreed if you knew of his love for you. his desire goes beyond your body. 

he and his friends practically race to the table you occupy. chris slides in by clarisse, who is done with your hair and wraps his arm around her. she pretends to be disgusted, but the two exes are as close as ever. he and beckendorf had been the ones who conspired to get the girls together. luke sits as close as possible to you, and you lean your head on his shoulder. you feel pathetic; you spent the whole morning thinking of his lips, his skin against yours, and missing him. “how was the beach?”

“great,” you smile and take a strawberry from his plate. he watches your lips wrap around it before taking a bite, and he feels something stir in his gut. “the girls think we should start inviting you all too since it’s getting warmer.”

“yes! a weekly beach date sounds great, right?” silena asks the group. beckendorf stands behind her massaging her shoulders at her request. she glows with a halo of happiness around her – acts of service are everything to her. “boys?”

travis, lee, chris, beckendorf, and luke all look at each other and nod furiously. damn charm speak, you think to yourself. luke points in a direction and when you look, you smirk at him. you call travis’s name and when he looks at you, you continue to say, “your girlfriend is coming over here!”

“y/n!” travis chastises, looking in the direction you and luke had been to see katie gardner stomping towards the table. anyone could see travis’s mesmerization with the daughter of demeter, even while she drags his little brother behind her. by the time she’s in front of him, his crooked smile – which reminds you greatly of luke’s – is on full display. he doesn’t even try to hide his rosy cheeks. “hey.”

“connor was trying to steal from the store again while miranda was on duty,” she states and shoves the younger brother into the older one. travis is too busy staring at the girl to catch connor, who bounces off him and lands on the ground. you can’t blame travis though, katie is gorgeous with her long dark braids, deep skin, and green eyes. he always calls her captivating. “if you can keep him out of demeter territory, then maybe i’ll go on that date you keep begging for.”

“really?” his face lights up and she nods with a sheepish smile. travis’s affections were obvious, but katie was right there with him – neither of them wanted to make the first move. she walks away and travis pulls connor up from the ground before dragging him off to a secluded area of the dining pavilion. “don’t ruin this for me, or i swear to the gods i will tell mom about the tarantula prank you pulled on annabeth.”

“so, do you think they’ll finally get together?” chris asks silena, who nods.

“oh yeah, definitely. they’re one of those couples that everyone’s been waiting for to get together,” she states, turning to look at you. your brows furrow in confusion, and she just smiles instead of providing any insight. luke runs his hand over your hand that rests on the ground.

“when are archery lessons over?” he asks, tracing your knuckles lightly with his fingertips. luke’s touch sends a newfound fire under your skin, and the smell of him – rich with the citrusy fruit he eats – makes your chest ache. you feel as though you have been hit with eros’s arrow.

“oh, we have lessons today?” lee fletcher asks and you glare at him.

“you forgot?” you question, and throw a strawberry at him when he sheepishly nods. 

“i’m sorry, y/n! you know will solace? the little one? i promised him i would give him more infirmary lessons,” he explains and you roll your eyes.

“you owe me, fletcher.”

“i know, i know. i can have michael take over lessons for me one day this week and then we can practice.”

“thank you.”

“so, do you want to hang out after we’re done eating?” luke whispers to you, a shy smile playing on his face. you bite your lip to hold back a laugh and just smile. his excitement almost makes you feel bad – are you taking this moment, which seems so meaningful to him, away from him?

“you two always hang out,” clarisse points out, and luke sees you narrow your eyes at the girl.

“he’s my best friend,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. luke fights a smile, and you can tell from one look at his face that he would be beaming if he could. you take an orange from his plate and begin to peel it. unbeknownst to the both of you, silena watches. she sees the way luke eyes your nimble fingers working quickly at the peel, she sees the way he smiles when you pop a slice into his mouth, and she notes how he eyes the droplets of juice that slides down your chin. you laugh, wiping it away with the back of your hand.

silena realizes that he’s your best friend but that you are so much more. she thinks she should have seen it sooner – the way his eyes take you in and simultaneously worship your form is beyond obvious. but most people stare at you. being a forbidden kid brings this aura of energy, of attraction to you, and you wear it with pride. luke’s stare is different – it’s love. she questions if you know of his feelings, and when you will realize that you’re beginning to return them too.

after the group finishes eating, she pulls you aside. luke waits out of earshot by a tree, kicking his converse through the dirt and sticks. he always fails to hide his boredom. your heart sinks when you see the stern look on her face and her crossed arms.

“what are you doing, y/n?”

“how do you know?”

“know what?” she pauses, and her jaw drops as her eyes widen. “oh, my god! you are not!”

“shhh,” you hush her, “not yet! we’re just…thinking about it.”

“don’t let him hurt you,” she pleads, and you find yourself scoffing. how could he hurt you? you have never trusted anyone more in life. you’re the one whose birth created prophetic destruction. “i’m serious.”

“it’s fine, lena. we’re going to set boundaries.”

“just be safe.”

“we will,” you reassure her, and jog over to where luke stands. the two of you smile at each other, and you wrap your arm around his waist.

the domesticity of your friendship is comfortable. all morning you have been questioning whether this is something worth potentially ruining, but then you remember the way his lips trailed down your neck, the way his tongue pressed against yours. the ache, the warmth in your body overpowers the questioning, it overpowers everything. luke’s desire pools heavily in his stomach, and when you’re both inside your cabin, he realizes how much it affects you too. only one shoe is kicked off at the entrance when you put your hands on both sides of his face and pull him in for a kiss. he’s surprised, tense, at first until he slowly melts into you. your fingers slide through his curls, and he wraps his arms around your waist. unwillingly, you pull away from him and rest your face on his chest. “we do need to talk.”

“i know,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. he intertwines your hands and walks you to your bed. you pick up the pillow off the floor that had fallen this morning – you place it at the head of the bed and sit beside luke.

“is there anything you’re uncomfortable with doing? like we don’t have to have sex, we can just do…other things.”

“no, i’m comfortable with it,” he says, turning his face away out of bashfulness, “i want to.”

“what all have you done?”

his cheeks flush even darker, a frown playing on his lips. you lean forward and press a kiss to the side of his mouth, and he lets out a quiet giggle. “i haven’t done anything, y/n. what we did this morning was the most i’ve ever done.”

“oh,” you say in surprise, and he groans, falling back on the bed, his head landing on the pillow. “luke, it’s okay!”

“it’s embarrassing.”

“it’s normal, you’re doing things when you are ready to,” you tell him, but his face remains covered by his hands. from this position, his shirt rides up and reveals the skin of his lower stomach. you find yourself biting your lip and reach out to trace your fingers over it. he gasps, the taut skin flexes under your touch, and you find yourself wanting to bite the indentations of his v-line.

the voice in your head yells at you, and you can’t hold it back any longer. your body moves without your own volition and finds yourself straddling his waist. luke uncovers his face in surprise and finds you looking down at him. just the sight of you above him with a grin nearly makes him hard – you’re so perfect to him. he tries to sit up, but you push a hand down on his chest and kiss him.

luke’s hands connect with your waist and slide down to your ass. you gasp and he takes the opportunity to push his tongue against yours. his instincts are good, you think, and the way he touches and kisses you naturally with such precision makes you smile. he tries to follow your lips when you pull away, but instead, you tug at his shirt and look at him. instead of nodding, he just sits up and tugs it off of his torso. when he lays down again, your lips take residence on his chest.

you revel in the way his stomach feels against your fingertips, in the way his growing erection presses against you. luke whimpers and groans as your lips and teeth tease and nip all over his skin – your way of pleasuring him is intoxicating. he can’t believe it gets better than this.

bruises litter his skin as you kiss a path up his chest back to his neck. his hands grip your thighs and you let out quiet sighs when he squeezes them ever so slightly. you sit up, your core resting lightly on him, and grind down on him. his eyes close at the movement and he lets out a low groan, his grip becoming tighter. it feels more intimate than anything you have done. your best friend squirms underneath you, and you feel a love and desire unlike any before.

you cup his cheeks and instruct him to open his eyes. he looks at you with heavy lids, and a heavy, warm feeling erupts in your chest. his cheeks are flushed, and he has a small content smile on his face. you feel like the most important person in the world; you feel like more than just a daughter.

you dip down and kiss him hard, a moan surprising the both of you from the back of his throat. you roll your hips against his again and open your mouth in surprise at how hard he is. his head falls back against your pillow, and you begin to kiss along his jaw, “is this okay?”

“yeah, that’s — that’s okay, y/n,” he speaks through gasps and you smile against his skin. he feels your teeth against his adam's apple and murmurs your name again. “please, keep going. don’t stop.”

“can i blow you? i want this to be about you today,” you explain, and a high-pitched whimper leaves his throat as you grind harder against him. “also i want you in my mouth.”

“please,” he begs and you smirk against his neck, “gods, please.”

you take pleasure in the way he gets noisier as you continue your repetition of kisses down his body. his hips jerk up before you even reach the button on his cargo shorts. when you pull them and his boxers off, you suddenly understand what people mean when they say their mouths water. his body is perfect, so divine, and you thank hermes for creating such a beautiful son.

he fits perfectly in your hand, the precum spreading over his tip as you run your thumb over it. you want to suck him off immediately, and the desire surprises you. you boil it down to knowing luke so well (although the real reason nags you in the back of your brain) because usually, you never give blowjobs to anyone. you prefer to make sex about your pleasure, but for once you mostly fail to care about the growing need between your thighs.

luke’s moans continue to drive you on once he’s in your mouth. your thighs ache as they squeeze together in want the more his taste and the smell of his skin surround you; you can’t help yourself when you slide your free hand into the bottom of your bikini and begin to circle your clit. you almost choke on him as you cry out at how good it feels to pleasure yourself as you pleasure him. his fingers push through your hair, and luke groans loudly when he leans up to see your fingers circling fast in your bikini bottoms. he has half the mind to ask for help – but the warmth of your mouth and the grazing of your teeth make his head fall hard back onto the pillow. 

when he starts to buck into your mouth, you pull away, trying to postpone his climax. you kiss his thighs and bite down especially hard whenever your orgasm surprises you – you cum much faster than you would like to admit, but he is so hot and so noisy that you can’t even fault yourself for it. it’s not as much of a relief as you would like, but it’s just enough release for you to return to him. he’s much closer to his own after watching yours, and when you run your tongue up his length before sinking your mouth onto him. you hollow your cheeks, taking him as deep as you can when his hips begin to stutter. quite honestly, you let him cum in your mouth because you forgot to lay a towel down on your bed, but you’re satisfied with the salty taste on your tongue. 

luke watches you wipe the corners of your mouth and closes his eyes in bliss. he wants to look at you, to watch you readjust your bikini bottoms, and your shirt, but he’s so overcome with relaxation. when you lay beside him, you trace your fingers over his chest, focusing on the small bruises you left behind. “was that okay?”

“gods, it was perfect,” he confesses, rolling onto his side to look at you. you lean in and kiss him lightly. he smiles and pulls you into his chest. you know you both need to shower before dinner eventually rolls around, but the warmth of his skin is enticing.

you both decide to lay together, to enjoy the closeness and intimacy. sleep falls over both of you – a veil of peace and warmth between you. a smile plays on your lips, and don’t care about what silena would have to say if she knew about this moment that goes beyond something purely physical.  

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[my-pjo-stuff]

THE TA COMMUNITY FINALLY WENT UP.

I am happy to announce that the TA Tumblr community a mentioned a while back finally got approved! If you want to join I'd be honored to welcome you! Feel free to enter this community as much as you want <33 Here's the link

[daphnitely]

I imagined Viva la vida being played when everyone's dead, and Thalia's standing in front of their graves.

And now I'm bawling my eyes out because lyrics is literally THEM.

[iliketopgun]

Smash

riordanverse - luke castellan. son of hermes. betrayed camp. cabin eleven counselor

‘ethan, me, all the unclaimed. don’t let it… don’t let it happen again’

[ruegarding]

that scene in tlo where thalia tells percy he can't start feeling sorry for luke bc luke made his choices. and thalia reveals that the reason they couldn't make it to camp in time for all of them to make it to camp was bc luke kept picking fights. and annabeth never saw this as wrong bc luke was her hero. so thalia had to pick up the pieces. and percy thinking both that luke was put in a cruel position and that luke was putting others in a cruel position. and percy is the only character who understood both sides of luke bc annabeth sees only the best of him and thalia sees only the worst. and that's why percy is the prophecy kid and the one who gives luke the knife. bc annabeth had spent the entire series essentially giving luke the knife when he didn't deserve it. and thalia was never going to give luke the knife. but percy is the only one who can see exactly when luke deserves the knife.

[mashiee]

i made dumb textpost memes for percy jackson (plus small bonus kane chronicles), enjoy

psst, tell me your favorite in the tags

1 / 2 / 3

[cryptic-and-machiavellian]

luke: *is the lightening thief*

me, who’s known that for literal years: