#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.

[mo-the-gremlin-dandelion]

PJO Tags (& Adjacent)

PJO

PJO Fanart

PJO Writing

Ships: (The Rare Time that I ship canon.) (Not in any particular order.)

I don't have an otp in anything, I follow ships based on two things:

How much comedic potential it has.

How tragic it can be.

I'm also a sucker for found family.

Misc:

Percabeth

Solangelo

Patrochilles

[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

[punkflame]

Finally getting around to actually doing some editing tomorrow.

.... Hopefully.

[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.

[huntingrays]

pjo prompt: percy and jason have to go on a quest together, so they both decide to bring their respective partners (annabeth and leo). during the quest, they get kidnapped by monsters and percy and jason wake up in an arena. the monsters explain that they have their partners and in order to save them, they have to fight to the death, with the winner getting to leave alive with their partner, while the other is killed. however, the monsters are very shocked when percy and jason sit down and start calmly playing cards with each other. they’re not worried about their partners. instead, they’re worried for the monsters. they trapped annabeth and leo together, two of the smartest demigods. the girl who redesigned olympus and the boy who built a warship in six months. they were toast.