#pjo writing

[cal-the-imp-artist]

WAHOO I FINALLY GOT MY WRITING CAP ON AFTER 5 YEARS!!

Anyway, I decided to write some Darla stuff about self worth and stuff, ya know the sillies. first time writing in a while so enjoy. Be nice please I will cry

PJO/HOO SPOILERS UNDER CUT!!! READ AT RISK!!

The Great Jason Grace; Praetor of Camp Jupiter with his wise knowledge and noble heart, Toppled the black throne and defeated Titan Krios, Bravely slew the Trojan sea monster against the screams of the waves, and aided the seven on their monumental quest.

Of course there's also The incredible Thaila Grace; Defeated an entire horde of monsters, The Clash of her sword haunting their nightmares, Immortal Hunter of The majestic and insightful Artemis, Both frozen in time Infinitely, Aided in the battle of Manhattan with the other hunters, arrows raining from above! She fought THE Luke Castellon under the control of the titan Kronos himself!

And then there's…me. Darla Czajka; if you can't tell, I only share one parent with the Graces (Hint, The parent is the one with the creepy “I'm staring at you while you're sleeping in the corner” statue in Cabin #1 with godly status ).

As far as I'm aware the only child of Zeus with exactly zero heroic accomplishments to be told as tales, chronic shyness so I can't tell my tales if I even had any, and at least I have the most fun thing any Demi-God could have! An autoimmune disease which keeps me from being any help on quests, sent me to the infirmary several times and turned my hair white! Yay..

I've done some studying about my siblings, and some other notable figures come into the history books, Such as probably one of the most well known Greek heroes “Heracles” There's a whole movie about him!

How am I supposed to compete with that? The most heroic thing I've done is help old ladies who smell like salmon across the busy street while cars honk, drivers yell and drive close to scare me (Chicago and New York are fun places to live) .. From what I've heard, everyone at Camp expects me to do something great like my siblings, something noteworthy, something noble, Like defeating a big strong bad guy with big horns and tusks like a scary chort who smells like old fish while cooking the most perfect fresh Pierogi for the whole camp.

I can't do all that.. I wonder what made Zeus want to stay with my mom? From what I remember, she was just a Polish story teller who decided to move to Chicago to start a business illustrating kids books.

What made Zeus think I'd be any good as his daughter?

Can't change fate, im guessing this whole camp learnt that the hard way.

[punkflame]

FINALLY getting through some writer's block!!

Doing gift fic catch up and prompts right now. If you've got any prompts, shoot me an ask.

[wearepansies]

Annabeth likes to tug on Percy’s ears, because she thinks it’s cute how they turn red when he gets flustered.

“Wise girl, do you have to do that while I’m baking?” Percy raised his brows. He mixed the dough as best as he could, with Annabeth clinging to him, at least.

He felt her arm tighten around his waist, and her jaw rest on his shoulder as she kept gently tugging on his right ear.

“Yes,” she smirked. Annabeth gave him a kiss on his cheek, and watched his ear flushed pink, but not before tugging on it lightly again.

Percy sighed.

“What? They’re too cute,” Annabeth protested. “You love it.”

“Not while I’m baking.” He rolled his eyes, lips curling into a smile.”Look, do you want cookies, or not?”

She got off of him, now leaning on the counter. The Daughter of Athena lamented at him with those bored, gray eyes. “Can I at least help you? I feel like a beached hippocampi just sitting here.”

He looked away from her, squinting at the cookie recipe in front of him.”As long as you use sugar instead of salt.”

He glanced back at her just in time for Annabeth to give him a “seriously?” look. He laughed as she elbowed him. Annabeth rolled up her sleeves grumpily. “One time,” she grumbled, as she sprinkled flour on the kitchen top.

“One time too many,” he poked at her, nudging her with his hip.

[moondrop-writes]

Hello! I liked your Jason x Hecate’s daughter fic. Can I request of one with Percy instead? They grew up together and end up getting together after a life or death situation where one of them blurts it out in the heat of it?

hello! and thank you for the compliment. of course, you can request one! i love moments where two characters admit their love for one another in a near-death situation and they're all blushy and embarrassed afterwards because they thought they were going to die. sorry that this is really angst LMAO i had zero clue how to end it.

The nauseating scent of blood and flesh filled your senses, but you fought through it as you hacked at a gorgon. You dodged it's spitting tongues, and rolled away, cradling your hand to your chest and your sword in your other hand.

Your flesh bubbled and burned, your hand taking a greenish tint from the poison. You hissed out a curse and looked across the battlefield.

You had thought you were done with monsters after the war with the giants, but you'd been wrong. As long as mortals lived, monsters would still thrive. It was supposed to be an easy quest, until you found Percy on the way to your destination, and everything went wrong after that.

Mortals gathered around, gasping and gawking and at whatever scene the mist was playing for them. Your hair stuck to your face with sweat, the oppressive summer heat beating down on you.

Finding Percy was easy, his wild teal eyes zipping across the field. He'd successfully defeated a hellhound that he had previously had trouble with. Now, his eyes fell on your, your sizzling hand, and the gorgon looming over you. You swung your sword wildly, but each movement sent fire through your veins.

You cried out when it's hot grip wrapped around your wrist, searing a burn mark into your flesh. You kicked at the gorgon to no avail, and your sword clattered to the ground just out of your reach.

"Y/N!" Percy yelled, running over to you. He'd be too late, you knew it. There was no way in hell, even with his level of agility, that he'd make it to you in time.

The gorgon spit again, it's poisonous spit dripping down your cheek. You cried out again, as the liquid slipped down your cheek onto your neck. It burned, pulling up your skin to reveal pink marred flesh.

Two long fangs brushed your neck, and your hands uselessly clawed at the gorgon's face, pushing it away barely. It didn't matter much though, because one fang snagged the skin of your shoulder and sunk in deep.

You screamed, louder than you ever had before, as sharp tooth pulled through muscle and bone. The gorgon pulled back, satisfied, and pulled your limp aching body to it's chest.

You caught sight of Percy, still running through a bit sluggish. His face was twisted with horror, and you called out his name weakly.

The next few moments happened in a blur, as your brain started to slow with the poison injected into your shoulder. You registered a new set of arms wrapping around you, cold and sweaty. You saw Riptide arc over your body, and a spray of golden monster dust.

An inhumane shriek, and then a jumble of movement. Percy hid the two of you somewhere, and held you close. His trembling hands pushed your hair from your face, smearing dirt and grime.

"Please," he whispered, "hold on. I-I don't have any ambrosia...fuck!"

Your hazy eyes found focus on your face, and you coughed out the blood in your throat. Your entire body burned with surging poison. "Perce," you struggled to get the words out, choking on your own spit, "I...lov--"

"No, save your breath," he said, and fumbled in his pockets, "I have a drachma somewhere."

He did have one, tucked in the bottom of his back pocket. He splashed up a nearby rain puddle and hurriedly called, "Oh, Iris, accept my offering...please show me Chiron...please," his voice broke towards the end of the sentence, and he cradled you a bit closer.

As the iris message began to form your conscious started to slip from you. "Percy," you struggled, drawing his attention, "I love you,"

He sobbed, "no, please, Y/N. You can make it, I promise, they'll get here."

but your hand slipped from his, and your eyes fell shut.

Percy screamed.

[s3cr3tjuic3]

hey i did something for yall pjo agere people 👀

read the tags and notes for info!

[seafamblr]

🔱🌊SEAFAM WEEK🌊🔱

🔱🌊2023🌊🔱

Hey guys! Please fill this out to help tailor the event to exactly what people are hoping for.

I'm still in the process of getting everything set up, but so far this will be run the same event as last year -- October 1st - 7th -- but other than that, nothing else is set in stone.

[edains]

Rick Riordan constantly trashing the movies for not sticking to his books then releasing a show in which he rewrites everything and loses the spirit of the books entirely

[callme-l]

I saw a lot of people happy with the 4 pearls, I decided to give a tip to non-readers

[lilislegacy]

leo: hey percy, what goes through your mind when you control water?

percy: uh, i don’t know. i don’t really think about it. i just do it. you know?

leo: but like, how do you tell it what to do?

percy: i don’t tell it what to do. it just does what i want. i don’t really think it. i feel it.

leo: so like bluetooth

percy: huh?

leo: you bluetooth connect to the ocean

annabeth, putting her book down: leo, Poseidon himself does not bluetooth connect to the ocean. he embodies the ocean. he is the ocean. when poseidon is calm, the ocean is calm. when poseidon is angry, the ocean is angry. because they are both the ocean in different forms. so being poseidon’s son, the ocean is part of percy. it’s the same as when he moves his arms and legs. it’s like another limb, so he doesn’t have to think about controlling it. that’s why water reacts when he’s scared or angry. it’s his reflexes. water is part of him.

leo: so… like icloud

annabeth: that doesn’t even make sen-

percy: yes

[percabethconvos]

Jason: With how often Annabeth talks about rules I would think she'd be more upset with this

Percy: Oh please Annabeth only learns the rules so she can break them more efficiently

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

My favorite thing about Annabeth is her wardrobe.

Cause like, Rick simplifies her clothes in a way a man would, and you can tell.

Cause in EVERY book, from The Lightning Thief to Chalice, she’s in the goddamn CHB shirt. With like some shorts or cargo pants. Nothing more, nothing less.

He’s made improvements over the years, giving her some other clothes. But he’ll always come back to old faithful.

Like, he most definitely did it on accident, but he made her so Adam Sandler and I love it

[demigods-posts]

i'm one hundred percent certain that after percy and annabeth made out underwater. and he wanted to make their relationship official. the question was not "will you be my girlfriend?" but "can i be your boyfriend?" i don't care what the canon says. percy gave annabeth the space to take the lead in the relationship. because after a lifetime of being abandoned by everyone she dared to care for. and then watching her on the brink of a panic attack at the thought of losing him the last four years. he wanted to honor a new beginning between them by follow her lead and moving at her pace.

[punkflame]

Finally getting around to actually doing some editing tomorrow.

.... Hopefully.

[moondrop-writes]

Hi!! Happy Holidays!! I was wondering if I could request Percy and Hermes (platonic)?

Percy sees Hermes's delivery truck (sometime after the 2nd great prophecy/quest) and goes to say 'hi'/catch up and bring some rats for George and Martha? Maybe he mentions that Hermes's temple in Tartarus helped him and Annabeth survive. Thanks 😊

-@pjo-hermes-stan

hi hi!!! i hope you have an enjoyable holiday as well!!! and of course i can. i hope you enjoy this piece :) i tried to write it smoothly, but it's been a while since i've written anything for pjo.

Percy's life has been normal, which is significantly abnormal considering the crap he'd been through the past few years. He wasn't attempting to jinx it though. He hadn't even seen a sign of a monster for the past month, and Riptide has taken temporary residency in the drawer of his bedside table. He'd been able to just be a seventeen-year-old in New York, and it was amazing.

Skating through the city, chewing on candy from Sweet on America, as he laughed. It felt good to be able to be care-free and relaxed.

That was until he spotted the truck.

It was subtle, he'd admit, but Percy's eyes trained on the caduceus immediately. A shock went through him, and his hand went to his pocket for his sword, only to come up with empty candy-bar wrappers.

What did Hermes want?

But then again, what did any god want?

Tucking his skateboard under his army, Percy walked up to the truck, watching as it unloaded into a nearby warehouse. He isn't sure if he should've been surprised to find the god of messages there considering it seemed like such a miniscule task, but Hermes noticed Percy the moment he moved to take a step closer.

"Ah, Perseus, nice to see you around!" The god was dressed in his delivery wear, a clipboard in hand and a pencil tucked behind his ear. He flashed a dazzling smile that reminded Percy all too much of his son.

"Hermes," he greets, with a polite bow of his head. He'd rather not piss off any gods at the moment. "What are you doing? I thought the gods were working on claiming their kids." it's a subtle implication, but Hermes eyes glint over.

"Ah, we are. I think I've claimed two in the past week. I can't recall," he laughs easily, and takes his pen from his ear. Percy watches as it molds into a caduceus, with two snarling snakes. They immediately reel back upon seeing Percy.

Martha's tongue peaks out, and leans forward, inspecting him. George does the same and is the first to break the silence. "Do you have rats on you?" he hisses, and Martha nudges into his side.

"Uh, no," Percy says and turns back to the god, "then what are you doing here? Surely you have more than two unclaimed kids."

In the back of his mind, Percy can hear George whining about a lack of rats as Martha chides him over manners. He pushes it away and out of his mind, focusing on the god in front of him.

Hermes has a raised eyebrow and his mouth twitches into a smirk. "I should be offended that you see me as a... promiscuous type of god, but you have a fair question. The gods have decided that not only should we work on claiming our kids but helping out in humanity more. My company sales were lacking so..." he trails off, looking behind him as multiple workers carrying heavy brown boxes into the large warehouse.

Percy clicks his tongue and nods.

"But enough of me, how about you?" a gentler look comes across Hermes face, one he'd only seen given to May Castellan. Percy's brows furrow.

"What? Uh, I'm alright. Why?"

Hermes looks at him like he's dumb.

"You went through a war, twice. The world seems normal, but you can't stop thinking about the horrors you went through. And you can't ask anybody about it because they'd call you crazy. See what I mean? I'll ask you again. How are you?"

Percy hates how right he is. He hates how easily he knows how he feels. Percy hates gods like Hermes. He hates all the gods, sometimes. Still, he shrugs and looks back to the caduceus. Martha's looking at him expectantly, and George has already disengaged in the conversation.

"Better. As good as I can be, y'know," Hermes nods, and it seems like he's genuinely interested in what Percy has to say. He's talked to plenty of gods who'd asked how he was, and when he actually tried to express himself, they brushed him off. It was kind of heartwarming.

"Yes. I've been informed of your troubles whilst on the quest to stop Gaea."

Percy laughs drily, shrugging. "If you can dub Tartarus as a 'trouble'."

Hermes sighs in agreement and purses his lips. Martha makes this weird hissing sound, which was probably meant to be a coo, but turned out to be sort of terrifying. For some reason, Percy was endeared by the snake.

"I am sorry about that. I will say there is nothing I could've done, but I am sorry."

Percy nods, before a thought crosses his mind. He thinks about sitting at Hermes shrine, eating peanut m&m's, Annabeth by his side.

"You did do something," he says, and a look of bewilderment crosses Hermes face, "well, not you, but your kids did. There was a small shrine down there, I don't know why or how, but it was connected to Camp. It helped us, a lot. Connor delivered a message for us, while we were down there. I don't think I ever thanked him."

Hermes smiles, unlike the one he'd had before. It was much more enjoyable to see. A proud look came across his face, almost smug over his child's small feat.

"Well, I'm glad. I have never had an active--"

"Boss! The truck's unloaded!" A new voice calls, peaking around the truck. The guy stares suspiciously at Percy but waits patiently.

The caduceus shrinks back into a pen and clipboard, and with one last whine from George, Percy's mind is clouded by mist. He can't even imagine it being a caduceus anymore.

"The world calls me, Perseus, I must go. I'm no Apollo, but I cannot foresee any kind of troubles coming your way," and with that he walks away. Percy stands there, a bit stunned, until the truck drives away.

He drops his skateboard and bites his lip before taking off.

--

Later that week, if he stops by the pet store and buys a few dead rats, his mom doesn't question it.

And if he drops it off by the warehouse by the door, it may or may not say it's for George and Martha.

The next day it's gone. When he gets home, on his apartment door, is a small sticky note with a smiley face on it.

[arggghhhsstuff]

forever obsessed with percy being weird. off-putting. strange even. a cryptid maybe. an urban legend if I may. my boy is the son of one of the oldest, most powerful gods, has been in FBI's records since the age of twelve, fought and won two wars against immortal beings, went to hell and back. I think he's allowed to be a little odd.