#jacksons diary dr

[cultofcola]

[cqnnamongirl]

the feminine urge to just shift and never come back

[girlberrie]

Oh my brother, my brother, / my brother, / Who have you become in the / wake of all that's happened here?

day 3: ghost story, 333 event by @bridalribbon .

PROLOGUE:

Luke Castellan regretted his choice the moment Anaïs revealed herself in the forest.

He knew from the look on her face—the one he had taught her to make against enemies, all clenched jaw and wet, furious eyes—that she would never join him like he stupidly hoped. Oh, his brave sister. His brave and stubborn and strong sister, still child-soft in the curve of her cheeks and yet hardened by his betrayal. Would she let him call her sister once more? Now that he has abandoned her?

And now, four years after the fact, he knows he broke her irrevocably that night. When he was defeated in the throne room of the gods that he had forsaken, laid down and facing the heavens but anchored to his living hell—when she had raised that cursed blade, shaking and hesitating and weeping in a way she hadn’t since she was seven—he knew. It took a mere second for him to know, but what kind of brother is he if he does not know his sister like he knows how to breathe?

THE ‘NOW’, after the Battle of Manhattan:

Anaïs Anestis refuses to talk about Luke Castellan.

Her once-brother, who died by her hand. She couldn’t wash off his blood even if she begged the gods (And she did. Once. A moment of weakness, in the quiet of the infirmary, long after everyone had gone to dreamless sleep.). Not that they would care, or help (And Luke had always known their indifference intimately; Anaïs hates him for the truth of it. Hates that there had been truth in his rage, even though it was coated in Kronos’ poison.).

Sometimes she remembers him as he was before—sensible, but also a kid, a brother. The brother who helped her smuggle nectar into the Dionysus cabin, who held her close so that she would stop crying when she missed her mother, who gave her advice on everything—swordplay, insults, gods, monsters. The brother who saved her life in a freak accident involving a drakon and laughed like a wild thing afterward, blood on his brow, spark in his eyes.

What else could she have said, in their shared dreams? Could she have carved him a new path—softer, loving, logical? How much anger did he hold? How far into his rage was he, to not hear her voice begging him to stop? She had never known him without logic, before his betrayal. And now she has many questions, never to be answered… Anaïs’ punishment for kinslaying is this morbid, haunting curiosity.

(Though, to be clear, her true punishment is simply never seeing her brother again. The true punishment is that she will live in a world where Luke Castellan is a bruise that sings and aches for the soft memories of before. His name will be the ash she always tastes in the back of her mouth.)

The weight of his ghost sits on her shoulders. On every bonfire night. On each capture the flag game. Whenever she sees the gray streak in her hair, or the one in Percy’s. Whenever she looks at Annabeth. Whenever she is reminded of Thalia’s absence.

The weight of his love rests in the necklace he had gifted her, Tiffany blue and silver–a stolen, pretty thing for his sister's 11th birthday. He’d clasped in on her neck with a smirk and a ‘Don’t tell Chiron.’, ruffled her hair and walked away before she could hug him as thanks. She’s never taken it off. And now his love brands her every breath, for she feels the light weight of the necklace on her collarbones when they rise and fall, and remembers his heartbeat and his joy.

Still, she won’t talk about him. He is the ghost that haunts her rare laughter and the cause of the quiver in her voice when she takes over sword-fighting classes. She doesn’t talk about him, but he is in every lesson she teaches, every technique she passes on. She sees him in flashes—in the freckles of the Hermes kids, in the way someone yells “catch” across the arena.

The memory of his light blonde hair and blue eyes (one always scarred), of his voice and the almost too-endeared soft tone of his whenever he spoke to her lays in a part of her heart she desperately wishes she could cut out–the way Luke must’ve cut out her from his heart when she refused to join him.

(He must’ve stopped loving her. He must’ve. Otherwise, how could he have so easily dismissed her pleas to leave behind his ideas of grandeur? Could he have been that immune to his teary-eyed sister? Did he ever care?)

She never talks about him but thinks of him, almost always. Frighteningly, always. He lingers, the way all brothers betrayed and killed must do, in the background of her mind–her kind brother turned evil and her evil brother never to be kind again, for she took that chance away from him when she took away his life. Her and that damned cursed blade.

(Is it betrayal if it is prophesied, if the Fates orchestrated it? Was this truly always meant to happen? Was she born ready to slay her brother? Was hero/kinslayer written into her skin before she could speak? What kind of person is she, if she wasn’t actually meant to do it? What kind of person is she, if she wasn’t compelled by the Fates to take the life of her brother? What kind of person is she, if she did it through her own volition, if she actually chose Olympus over her brother? Is she evil like her evil brother, if she betrayed their bond built on nothing but trust–despite the fact that he betrayed it years prior–by killing him? What kind of person is she? The killer of her brother, or the killer of Kronos?)

He lingers.

And she doesn’t regret. But she remembers his kind and golden laughter. His gentle hugs. Everything he taught her. She remembers the knife cutting into his heart, too.

(She remembers how, for a moment, he looked almost proud.)

[girlmadeofwords]

One thing about my dr is that I’m not scripting a S/O. I’m just shifting there and seeing what happens

[beadelmare]

idk how i'm gonna be acting nonchalant in my dr for FIVE FUCKING YEARS during my slowburn bc bro canonically looks like a roman god and ykw i don't think i'm gonna make it ten minutes

[shiftingdisaster]

My Percy Jackson DR Intro ★*•.

About me

ᯓ꩜ Alvaro Willow, Child of Auroea.

ᯓ꩜ In this dr I’m 12 years old, going along with the ages of the main characters. Whats the fun of shifting to a dr if not to experience it at the same age it’s depicted in?

ᯓ꩜ I have brown curly hair with faded teal streaks, mostly just leaving green and yellow left, I love my hair being dyed but I love swimming in the lake and warm showers more than maintaining the color. Blue eyes with brown central heterochromia and tanned skin.

Godly Parent

ᯓ꩜ I’m a Child of Auroea, a goddess I made up, in this reality at least. Auroea, pronounced (Oar-re-uh), is the goddess of mystic powers. The powers that come from the planet itself, rain, earth, wind, and magic. She was one of the first Titan-Goddesses, born of a piece of Gaea that Helios found and crafted into a god. She’s the goddess who first created the mist that separates the magical world from the mortal one. She has powers in most the domains of the olympians, though less of a connection to them as they do. Her magics are what caused many animals and people to have access to magic, despite not being of godly descent or creation.

ᯓ꩜ Auroea’s sacred animals consist of Humming Birds and Manta rays. She’s the mother of the first fae and nymphs. Auroea is also known to be a protector of heroes, specifically but not limited to child heroes, so despite not being an olympian and not having demigod children anymore, she has a cabin at camp half-blood to honor her.

ᯓ꩜ Auroea doesn’t have many children anymore due to so many greek demigods dying by monsters hands, or claws, at young ages. She makes few exceptions over the millennia, one of which being me. The last child she had before myself was in the 1400’s and lived as a reclusive warlock in the woods.

Past

ᯓ꩜ I grew up in southern california with my older brother and dad, running around in the sun and going to my elementary school that was at the beginning of the street I grew up on. My life was fairly normal till I was 6, when I started getting visions. After having them a while, my dad concluded that it had to do with my mom and decided to take me to camp.

ᯓ꩜ Once at camp, I met Grover who ended up taking us to the big house where we were introduced to Chiron and Mr. D, They tried to figure out what was happening, because then we didn’t know they were visions, but since I hadn’t had a vision since coming to camp, they weren’t sure. But, despite that, barely a couple days after arriving at camp, I had a dream. Apollo showed up and told me what was happening. I was a prophet. My powers were supposed to show up earlier, but he held them off as long as possible so I could have a semblance of a childhood without constantly seeing the future. He told me about how he blessed me to hold off my powers, and now the blessing would work to help me have more control of my powers.

ᯓ꩜ Days later, a week into my first year at camp, I was the turning point in a game of capture the flag and once I was given a golden laurel for winning, My mother claimed me.

Apollo’s blessing

ᯓ꩜ Apollo first noticed my presence after I was given to my dad, sensing that I was going to be one of his prophets. I had a natural knack for my powers when I was barely a year old, which was when he first decided to bless me. He made his blessing so I wouldn’t come into my powers too early into my childhood and when I did eventually come into them, they wouldn’t be too powerful to where I had no control of them.

ᯓ꩜ My prophetic powers don’t have much of a physical impact on me, but they do tend to cause me to glow somewhat when in use. My visions tend to make my eyes emanate what looks like sunlight, while when I tell a prophecy my whole body emanates or rather, glows, the same light.

Powers

ᯓ꩜ My powers from my mother consist of weaker versions of her own godly ability over her domains, I can control rain and move storm clouds at will, manipulate winds to move certain directions or speeds, I can manipulate plants to grow at different paces and what directions they grow in, along with most forms of earth (dirt, rocks, etc).

ᯓ꩜ I can do advanced magics such as telekinesis, casting spells and curses, enchantments and mist manipulation. Although, I’m better at light and sun magic than others because of Apollo’s blessing.

Prophet related powers

ᯓ꩜ My visions are the more typical occurrence, my visions essentially take up what I’m visibly seeing and they show me images of something thats going to happen in clips that can feel minutes long but really my visions dont last more than 8 seconds.

ᯓ꩜ My premonitions happen constantly, they work like basic gut feelings, but much more intense. I’ll usually get goosebumps and then a STRONG urge to do something that I usually can’t ignore.

ᯓ꩜ I get prophetic dreams that are rare, but when I do get them they essentially show me extremely important details on whats going to happen soon, though they usually don’t show the right order in which things go down.

ᯓ꩜ I get trances make me act like an oracle when I tell a prophecy. I go into a vague trance where I’m still in control of my body, but my voice changes to a deeper tone and I get the obligation to go tell whoever the prophecy is for, their prophecy. I can usually go a couple minutes ignoring it if I’m in a fight but the second I’m not in mortal danger, I have to go to the person the prophecy is for and tell it to them.

Family

ᯓ꩜ My dad’s name was Gene Willow, he was 41 and died when I was 11. He was a doctor.

ᯓ꩜ My older brother’s name is Tenko Willow, and he’s currently 19. He has custody of me, even though I live at camp most of the year. He still lives in California, in an apartment that he keeps a room for me in, despite me only living with him one month a year, and he goes to university to get his degree in coding.

Items

ᯓ꩜ My main weapons that I use are my rings. I have two rings that I keep on both my middle fingers, black and white with small gold details, my rings, much like percy’s sword, can transform. If I make specific hand motions, snapping my wrists in certain directions, my rings will transform. If I snap my wrists outwards, my rings will transform into dual blades. My swords are thin and gold, with one having a black and one having a white hilt. If I snap my wrists inwards, my rings will transform into twin daggers. They look the same as the swords, but have more detailing on the hilts.

ᯓ꩜ My other weapon that I primarily use is my bow, because of Apollo’s blessing I’m almost as good as his children at archery. My bow is golden with detailing all along the base.

ᯓ꩜ My satchel is the main bag I take with me when I go anywhere, it has an extending charm I put on it so I can fit 3 times the amount of stuff that I should be able to in it.

ᯓ꩜ I constantly wear two necklaces, my camp necklace and my pendant necklace. Both have a black leather string, my pendant one just has my birthstone on it, while my camp necklace has 6 beads on it for every year I’ve been at camp.

Extra

ᯓ꩜ I have my cat, Luna, who stays with me in my cabin. She’s a tortoiseshell cat and 2 years old. I got her as a kitten for my 11th birthday.

ᯓ꩜ Hobbies include cassette making, journaling, reading, and jewelry making.

ᯓ꩜ Drself drawing!!

📍2016-!!

[foxxyboxy11]

I love reading about y’all’s PJO DRs since personally I would never shift there, but I love PJO.

[lintubintu]

Someone is selling stolen art on RedBubble again

atlas-white has been scrapping over 700 art pieces from following fandoms:

Fallout, Genshin Impact, Trolls, Demon Slayer (mostly Doma), Five Nights at Freddie´s (mostly Roxanne Wolf), Percy Jackson, Joost Klein, Komi can´t communicate, Honkai: Star Rail, Team Fortress 2, The Apothecary Diaries, Half-Life, Hazbin Hotel, Dr. Slump, Psycho Pass, The Iron Claw

If you recognise any of these designs, please tell the artist they have been stolen from so they can report this!

[mavyunivrse]

Need to shift to this place just once 🙏🙏

[cultofcola]

“why would you not want to have a perfect life in dr” what do you mean that being hot and going to dangerous quests is not a perfect life….

[abbysmultiverse]

My Trials of Apollo dr as random Taylor Swift memes I made (part one)

[girlberrie]

so with a heavy heart, i’ll guide this dagger

into the heart of my enemy

my whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me

                                                 brutus , the buttress

                           𓆟 𓆞     doomed siblings trope (pjo dr)……..:::

luke castellan took anäis anestis under his wing the moment he saw her thin and angered frame ripping through the camp borders in a manner that suggested she was more hunted than any other regular demigod.

and un-regular she was—the campers didn’t want to spar with her after she bled once and everyone saw that the red in her veins shimmered gold, not many people can handle looking into her black eyes that hold the same unsettling and quiet yet wild madness as her fathers, and the aphrodite children who cannot charmspeak envy her ability to speak so heavily that is makes everyone quiet down and listen intently (like she is the mother maiden crone, deciding fate through the fragile, mortal voice chords in her throat). luke took her in because her unrestrained urge to do whatever the fuck she wants and the defiance she holds in the arch of her hands and the curl of her lips (but never her eyes) was far too similar to thalia for him to ignore. luke took her in because he is a madboy///madman that takes in strays and somehow always leaves them feeling worse.

luke took her in and gave her a brother.

even though she was claimed by dionysus throwing a diet coke can at her head, shouting ‘she’s one of mine!’ only an hour after she came into camp, she still spent more time in the hermes cabin than the then-empty cabin 12. she was unsettling and impertinent in her freedom but she was also a mischievous seven year old girl playing with the stoll’s, a prickly attitude when she lost another uno game to ethan and chris, a smug challenger when she somehow beat luke in a spar for the fifth time in a day.

when castor and pollux found themselves in camp two years after she arrived, she took them in the way luke had, taught them the little technique and big enthusiasm she had when swordfighting, affectionately bullied them into cleaning their messes, and told them to go to sleep when it was 10pm sharp—and she didn’t care that pollux and castor were the same age as her. she became the little dictator of cabin 12 and she was such an unstoppable and immovable force and a little whirlwind of liberation and laughter tinged with insanity that everyone forgave her for it, despite the fact that they do not like to spar with her, that they cannot look in her eyes, that the aphrodite children envy her. they are afraid and loving.

luke was just loving. when anäis came back from her disastrous first quest, cursed by ares himself to never be able to trust a weapon in battle ever again, he taught her how to use the one thing that would never turn against her (her body) to fight. he taught how to kick high and hard and how to punch so hard it could break ares’ cheekbones. he smiled proudly when she punched the breath out of him and ruffled her hair when he was teaching her how to get out of a headlock.

he didn’t know then that those kicks and punches would be directed towards him to injure some years after. he didn’t think he would leave her behind. and when he did, he knew she would never forgive him for giving her a taste of family so easily taken away.

its funny. its funny because he is the reason she is alive and she is the very reason he is dead. its funny because the first time a weapon doesn’t hurt her it kills her once-upon-a-time-brother. the hero’s soul, cursed blade shall reap.

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its okay he dies because kronos needs to fucking go and then hermes is like. my BOY!!!!! HADES PLEASE!!!! and so luke actually lives and is chilling in canada. in my dr he isn’t as……..shitty as he is in the books. because. i don’t want him to be. so. yeah. my brother!!!!! kinda!!!!!!! he raised me!!!!!!! love him to death but also like. he left me. and joined the evil grandfather. moving on

this isn’t an introduction to this dr. i doubt i will write an intro because everything is a convoluted mess and this post is also a mess (did anything make sense????) and i don’t have a script. just a pinterest board and my daydreaming. yeah. ok bye

[girlmadeofwords]

omg I’m literally so indecisive when it comes to my dr like. I feel like that’s part of the reason why it’s taken me so long to actually shift, because I keep going back and forth on what I want and I keep changing/rewriting my script. My perfectionism keeps getting in the way!!!!! I’m still super indecisive on who I want to be my godly parent in the percy jackson aspect of my dr lol

[beadelmare]

closed my eyes for literally two seconds, saw the interior of my cabin at chb, lost my shit, currently freaking out !!

[shiftingdisaster]

What I’m looking forward to in my pjo dr

ー꩜ doing the fun things around camp- going swimming in the lake, learning archery, making friends, doing arts and crafts, sword fighting and climbing the lava wall

ー꩜ capture the flag and other camp games- I can’t wait to do capture the flag, go running around playing, playing freeze tag and so on with all the others

ー꩜ pegasus riding- I CANT wait to see the pegasus and go flying. I’ve only been horse riding once and just that was extremely fun to me. Riding on a pegasus?? Gonna be the top 3 best parts of camp.

ー꩜ going on trips- one of my favorite things I scripted is that theres trips that get assigned constantly. campers are given golden leaves to go on a laurel every time they make an accomplishment, and every month we count them up and whoever gets the most leaves on their laurel gets to pick 4 other people to go with them, and which director(Chiron or Mr. D) go with to supervise. Its usually to a fair, a theme park, or a monument of some kind, like the grand canyon or a national park.

ー꩜ visiting olympus- I scripted that olympus is a whole city and has gardens and temples for each and every god, with the main 12 in the center surrounding their council room. It’s gonna be amazing to see and insanely gorgeous.

ー꩜ just all the magic- Im so excited to be able to use all my powers, to be able to see a world full of magic and magical creatures. I know the monsters are the main point of creatures in the books, but what about all the others? Pegasi, Unicorns, dragons, dryad, nymphs, harpies, fae, griffins, hippogriffs, selkies, and hippocampi.

ー꩜ meeting everyone- This has got to be one of the main things I’m looking forward to. Meeting all the people I’ve read about in books I’ve loved for years. I won’t be meeting most of them for the first time, but I’ll still get to meet them. Be friends with most of them, go on quests and just hang out. I can’t wait.

ib: @jadeshifting

[catihere]

I want to say that, in a kinder universe, Alabaster is chilling post-canon with his two gayass adoptive dads as well as his super cool goddess mother, but the bitter truth is that there’s no universe where Burly Black is not the irreparable casualty of the mythical bleeding into the mundane