#Pollux (pjo)

[batcavescolony]

New Camper #1: hi, we're new.

New Camper #2: yeah, we were told to-

Mr D: MY SONS! HOW ARE YOU? Do you have wine?

Chiron: he's not actually your father, he just wants wine.

Castor(new camper #2):oh

Pollux(new camper #1):so who is our-

Mr D: ...so funny story *waves hand*

Purple grapes symbol🍇: *appears over Castor and Pollux's heads*

Mr D: so about that wine?

[yonemurishiroku]

Yeah Jason, when?

This is exactly what I’ve been talking about like Percy had a crush on Luke and Nico caught up to it since he was the same once 😭😭 I’m so happy to find this fic akhdakhdjshdsj

[suremaybeiguess]

First of all you arts awesome ❤️❤️❤️❤️

second of all I don’t know if your taking requests but Cabin 12 ? They seem silly

Some Castor and Pollux twin energy to end the night 🙌 even tho they’re described as blond I always imagined them with dark hair as a kid

[freddie-77-ao3]

[sprucestairs]

part 2 of incorrect pjo quotes

Featuring, once again, mostly background characters that I really like.

*at the police station*

Pollux: Hi, I'm here for Connor.

Police officer: Who's Connor?

Pollux: Ah, you must be new.

Nico: Would it be discrimination to only hire employees at my doughnut shop who have the same name?

Clovis: Legally, I don't believe that breaches any discrimination laws. Morally... I don't know.

Nico: I believe the Gods are on my side when it comes to Duncan's Doughnuts.

Clarisse: Dammit, Damien, you've ruined everything!

Damien: You're welcome.

Sherman: What kinds of sounds annoy you?

Malcolm: Are we talking real sounds or imaginary ones?

Sherman, now interested: let's say imaginary.

Malcolm: Spiders wearing flip-flops.

Will: You don't know anything about me!

Katie: I know EVERYTHING about you! You are an open book written for very dumb children!

Austin: Ew, what kind of tea is this?

Pollux: Boiled gatorade.

Lou Ellen: Last night, I found out Annabeth is a sleep talker.

Kayla: Oh, really?

Lou: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3 am.

Castor: Whoah, dude, premarital handholding? That's just not cool or groovy.

Katie: Drew, this is disgusting. You're only giving out free samples to beautiful people.

Connor: Yeah, you should be ashamed of yourself.

Drew: Oh, yeah? *gets really close to Connor* How about a muffin on the house, baby?

Connor, giggling: I'm pretty.

Annabeth: I did it! I memorised everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test!

Percy: Okay, I'll give you one more question before you go: what ended in 1918?

Annabeth: 1917.

Percy: ... You're ready.

( last one could be swapped & it would still work )

[beuatifulbuttercup]

my last post put me in a downwards spiral so here you go

connor stoll has more beads than travis when he’s eighteen

drew tanaka has more beads on her necklace than silena when she’s 17

jake mason had more beads than beckendorf when he’s 17

will solace has more beads than lee and micheal when he’s 16

pollux has more beads than castor when he’s 15

annabeth has more beads than luke when she’s twelve

[tending-the-hearth]

my favorite hc is that the chb head counselors (specifically the ones who were there and experienced the manhattan battle) are best friends.

they have sleepovers in the poseidon cabin (since it's just percy and tyson), they have monthy group outings where they just go out and get to be kids, sally invites them over at least once a week for dinner, they walk to activities together, they're so clingy it's ridiculous.

the campers who experienced the battle get it, because there's only so much death and parentification a literal teenager can take before needing to rely on others, so seeing percy carrying will piggy-back out of the med cabin, or watching clarisse chasing one of the stoll brothers around camp, or seeing annabeth, chris, and katie engaged in a heated debate over which area to plant the newest strawberry field, it's all normal to them.

they will absolutely die if they are not within twelve feet of each other, they legally have to be around each other at all times or else they will lose it. when percy got back to chb after his disappearance, the head counselors spent the day inside the poseidon cabin, all piled together in a demigod puppy pile, percy at the center with clarisse's elbow in his ribs, katie's knee hitting his temple, one of the stoll brothers attempting to use his knee as a back rest, pollux's hand dangerously close to smacking him in the face, and the biggest, happiest smile on his face.

[bugwolfsstuff]

HoO and ToA AU where everything is the same except Pollux takes Mr D's place as Camp director temporarily while he's gone.

Some might say he's worse than Mr D.

[darkstarknight03]

Do you think Dionysus has known Castor and Pollux their whole lives? Do you think he realize the opportunity laid in front of him to actually spend time with some of his kids from a young age and said to their mortal parent “Hey, babe, I can take them over the summer.” Do you think they would drive up to their Dad’s house on the weekends? Do you think Chiron got extremely anxious about the fact that Dionysus was left in charge of two infant children and quickly encouraged the campers to offer to babysit (which they did because they were adorable babies, ofc)? Do you think campers got jealous about their close (but not perfect) relationship with their Dad? I know that it’s generally agreed upon that Dionysus gets campers names wrong so it will hurt less when they die, but do you think he put in extra effort with his own kids because he said Fuck It, it’s going to hurt anyway? Do you think when Dionysus stormed into the Council of Cloven Elders meeting after the Battle of the Labyrinth, he was thinking about baby Castor, playing in the strawberry fields and hanging out with Satyrs and Nymphs in the trees?

[phoenix--flying]

a different vessel but its just no context memes

some of which are about scenes that have yet to happen 💀🙏

[mrsoftthoughts]

The ships of secondary characters in percy Jackson makes sense in my head, that's until i have to explain why i ship it

Idk man, what im supposed to say?? A lot of them have little screen (page??) time and barely interact , but somehow "The 4'6 temperamental Apollo kid x the Hephaestus kid that looks like a mummy " "The rock witch x the Jewish Hermes kid" "The Hermes kid that seems like a twin but isn't x The Dionysus kid that is actually a twin but now without his brother" ( and i didn't find a good one for alabaster and Ethan srry) Makes sense for me???

And ofc those ones are only the Easy ones to explain because other people made it, I just follow the vision

But then are the ones that are a result of my non-slepp scenarios and let me like "wtf i just created" Because til this day I'm asking my brain how the fuck it made up a love-hate pair bettwen Mf Alabaster Torrington and DREW TANAKA

[apollocabinrep]

PJO PRIDE HEADCANONS PT 2

• Castor was pansexual while Pollux is on the aro spec (demiromantic). Whenever Castor had a crush, Pollux would insist his twin could do better, or that they were "okay."

• Holly and Laurel compete in everything and if they ever end up crushing on the same person, it will also be a competition. Whoever can give them the best flowers, best date, etc. Essentially who can win the person's heart.

• If they crush on different people, the competition changes to who took their partner out on a better date.

• Nyssa is sapphic or unlabeled, probably just content with her work though she can point out a cute girl when she sees one.

• Chris Rodriguez is a bisexual, ambiamorous icon. (Ambiamorous is having more than 1 partner only if the person you're dating is okay with it. You don't mind not having more than one partner.)

• ^ Chris, Beckendorf, Silena, & Clarisse were definitely a polycule and when Silena and Beckendorf died, Chris & Clarisse got a tattoo with all 4 of their initials inside of a heart on their chests. (Clarisse won't ever say anything about it or admit to it.)

• Everyone thinks that because Butch is an Iris kid, he has to be LGBTQ+, but in reality he is just their biggest ally. He thinks the LGBTQ+ campers are extremely brave and admires them.

• But there's also trans Butch which I've started to like a lot

• Most campers think Connor is bisexual, but he's actually demi. He just likes to confuse them even more because he only hangs up the MLM flag.

• Connor tried to ask Malcolm out through a prank, because that's how Travis asked Katie out and it worked for them.

• Travis and Katie are Bi4Bi

• Clovis isn't labeled, so many (young) campers just think he's hetero. He's not awake long enough to care.

Warning: Leeluke below, don't like, don't look 👍

• Lee was the one to ask Luke out after 3 months of them flirting

• Luke fell first, but Lee fell harder

• Lee was pansexual, Luke was bisexual

• Luke always had his arm wrapped around Lee's waist or shoulder because Lee had so many people crushing on him due to his nurturing nature.

• Luke's betrayal was like a punch to the gut to Lee because the boy didn't leave anything for him. Not a note, goodbye, nothing.

• Lee saw Luke one final time before his death in BotL. It was right before SoM.

• For the first time in years, Lee had gone home for the school year, and Luke showed up outside his school. Lee punched him in the face before hugging him. It was an entire show for the courtyard. They spent the day enjoying each other's company. At the end of it, Luke told him everything he planned on doing, and said when Kronos rose, he'd come back for Lee.

• When Luke entered Elysium, Lee refused to talk to him at all. So many of his younger siblings had entered and he was rightfully upset.

• It took them 8 months before they could even be in the same room, but Luke had changed for the better and if it wasn't doing things to Lee's unbeating heart.

• Lee fell first this time, or maybe he had never really stopped falling, and asked Luke out, asked for a second chance for them.

• Turns out, second chances are worth it sometimes. Michael's jaw dropped when he saw and ranted endlessly, but Lee was happy that Luke had changed in the end.

• "Ain't no way I DIED and you're out here FORGIVING HIM!!!" - Michael Yew

• "I LEFT MY BOYFRIEND, LEE!!!"

• "And you can wait for him, Michael."

• "Bitch."

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hiiii! I loved ur Hermes kid!

Could I ask for a male son of Dionysus x either Leo or nico?

Sorry if I got ya wrong and don’t feel pressured or anything!

Have a lovely day!

When there isn't a lot of info in an ask I kinda have to make the reader a personality so that it isn't too bland too read so sorry to y'all that aren't like this <3

Redecoration---Nico di Angelo x Son of Dionysus

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Nico had been glaring at the roof of skulls for a solid ten minutes, sort of hoping the hatred in his eyes would just poof them out of existence, when someone finally showed up. 

Apparently after an incident in the Aphrodite cabin, people weren’t allowed to just grab a bucket of paint and some new furniture to fuck around and find out, which was why Nico had been sent someone to help him fix the mess that was the Hades cabin.

Apart from the hundred skulls hot glue gunned to the rood, the beds were wooden coffins, the lamps were ancient looking chandeliers, and all of the walls were a dark ugly gray, like there was a serious mold problem. Now that he thought about it, the color might actually be a mold problem. 

“Never fear, goth! For I am here!” 

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Nico took a deep breath and turned around, obsidian eyes already narrowed with dislike as he took in the taller boy trotting over. He was holding a crate in his arms, filled with color swatches and chunks of fabrics, magazines sticking out of the top. 

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the one who needs redecorating, right?” The boy asked, already letting himself into the dim cabin that smelt of rich dark chocolate for some reason. “Yeah… no offense but we have to fix this, even if you're the wrong person.” 

Nico felt a sudden need to defend the atrocious carpet and bat shaped door knocker from this boy, who was wearing a maroon shirt picturing a glass of wine. “I was eight.” 

“No shame here, everyone makes bad decisions.”

There didn’t seem to be any point arguing with this boy, who had already dumped the box of supplies on one of the coffin bed lids, and was staring around at the dark cabin, hands on his hips. 

Nico just followed him inside, shoving his hands into the slightly ripped pockets of his aviator jacket. He peered into the cardboard box, which was promptly tipped out onto the ground. He watched with a frown as the son of Mr D sat on the carpet and began rifling through the empty notebooks and cut up magazines. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, scrapbooking? We can’t just start painting the walls yellow yet, you have to plan this stuff out, goth.” He said, as if it was obvious. Then he smirked. “You don’t like arts and crafts?”

Nico’s frown deepened, but he couldn’t let this mildly infuriating boy with surprisingly cool bracelets upstage him. “I love arts and crafts.”

“Whatever you say,” he hummed, and pulled out a leather bound book containing a few stickers and a strip of torn paper where a page had been pulled out. “Are you just gonna stand there in the corner and be grumpy?... That wasn’t sarcasm, you can if you want, I was just checking.”

Nico wasn’t an asshole, of course he was going to help. Still, he had to glare at the boy for that comment. Then he sat down and opened one of the magazines, which was featuring a life sized Barbie Dream House bed frame, fluffy pillows included. He flicked the page over with a grimace.

“So, what kinda vibe are we going for?”

“What?”

“I’m assuming you're sick of Dracula,” he said, waving his arms at the general doom and gloom around them. “So what aesthetic are we replacing it with?”

Nico didn’t want to admit he hadn’t planned this far into the venture, he’d really just been hoping he could repaint the walls, or maybe burn the whole thing down and start over. “I don’t… I don’t know.”

“Okay, well… I’m assuming you wanna keep it edgy, but seriously? A roof of skulls? You’re not a caveman. Maybe we should go with an Addams family style.” He shivered. “With less spiderwebs and disembodied hands. “ 

Ah, another gap in his modern education. “What’s an Addams family?” 

All Nico got in return was a gaping mouth and wide eyes. “How do you not- okay, I’m making you watch the entire timeline later, but for now we need to pick a color scheme.” 

Nico opened his mouth.

“Not black.”

Nico closed his mouth.

“Obviously there’ll be lots of black, but you need another color to fit with it, something dark and scary but colorful.” He pulled out a binder of color swatches, and flipped it open, skimming the pages of baby blues and lavenders. “Maybe dark green, or...”

“Red.” Nico said, peering over at the pages of ruby and scarlet. He pointed to the dark one, which had a little title below, ‘Blood red’. It was a little on brand, but it was better than ‘Crimson Tide’. 

“Oooh, nice. If we keep the walls black, and pull up the black carpet, there’ll be floorboards underneath.” He started to ramble, ripping a color swatch out of the binder and gluing it into the leather bound book. He glanced around at the musty cabin. 

“We can get a red rug for the middle of the cabin, and definitely new beds, but if we get Drew to refurbish the chandeliers they’ll look great. Oh, and the coffin bed frames could be a bookshelf if we get the mattress out and ask Nyssa to put some shelves in. Do you read? Because otherwise it’s sort of pointless. But so are the skulls on the roof, so…”

“You’re good at this.” 

It took Nico a moment to realize what he’d just blurted, and when he did the warmth was already in his cheeks. He’d only been a little caught up in watching the son of Dionysus’s eyes sparkle as he talked, pointing to different parts of the cabin, and somehow ruined it. “I mean, you just sound like you’ve, you know, done this a lot.”

The glimmer in their eye didn’t fade, they only grinned harder. “I have. A lot. It’s fun!”

“I suppose so,” Nico said, his lips twitching, and opened another magazine. He skipped a page on clawfoot bathtubs [There was already a white one with gold trim in the bathroom]. There was a large heart shaped mirror, He ignored that too, and found a simple bedframe, painted black. He held it out gingerly. “What about this one?”

“Yes! Good job.” He said, snipping it out of the magazine quickly, and sticking it next to a picture of a glass chandelier. “If you’ve got a simple bed, we could find a zebra print blanket, they always look good with black and red, as long as you don’t have, like, leopard print.”

“I thought you’d like leopard print?”

“And I thought you’d like skulls on your roof and coffin shaped beds,” he teased, with a smug little smile. Nico rolled his eyes, and picked out a strip of dark red fabric, passing it over.

He shook some glitter from his hands, there seemed to be piles of it in the box. “It’s a little over the top, but it’s not as bad as Jason’s cabin. It’s just rock. Everywhere. And a giant statue of his father.”

“Maybe he can be my next client,” he hummed, wiping glue from his fingers onto the molding carpet beneath them. A few shards of rounded glass were taped to the pages of the scrapbook, shining in the light of the dusty stained chandeliers. 

Nico wanted to object. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want the boy in front of him with glitter on his cheekbones and scissors in his hands to be cutting out pictures and teasing someone else. Instead he looked away, feeling something in his chest surge, something like fear. Fear of what, he didn’t know, but he cleared his throat and moved on.

“Don’t you have a sister too?”

The fear surged back forwards and Nico whipped around, his tone sharp. “What?”

“The roman one, I swear I saw her the other day, when Reyna visited to plan something or other.” he said casually, not seeing the pale tinge to Nico’s face. “With the overalls and the bulldog?”

“That’s Frank,” Nico said, his shoulder sinking with relief. 

“No, I’m pretty sure it was Hazel, she had those light up sketchers, with the little wheels on the bottom.” He said, somehow with a moon shaped sticker on his nose as he stuck little cut out paper skulls around the four page collage. 

“Frank’s the bulldog, he can turn into animals.” Nico had a strange urge to reach out and press the sticker on his nose, so instead he held his hands tightly in his lap. 

“Well, is there something Hazel’d like in the cabin when she visits? Does she read?” 

Nico sighed, and reached back for the magazine he discarded. He shook it open, cut outs of fluffy teddies falling into his lap. He found the page with the heart shaped bathroom mirror and ripped it out carefully. He could take a few hearts in his cabin if Hazel would like them. “This one.”

“Oh, that one's cute, Nyssa could totally make it.”

“I can ask Leo, he owes me a favor.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I haven't killed him yet.” 

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Nico pressed down the front of his shirt. It was a black Camp Halfblood shirt, which he’d gotten from Piper after the Aphrodite cabin had started making shirts in other colors. Apparently there were only so many outfits you could wear with orange. 

Black goes with everything though, so it wasn’t a problem for him. 

He made his bed [closed the lid of the coffin] and dragged the last of the furniture not nailed to the ground out onto the little deck all of the cabins had. His decking only had a few pairs of shoes and a pot of dead roses he’d never bothered to keep alive. Maybe he’d have another go. 

Drew had taken the chandeliers already, to polish them and whatnot, so he only had to wait for his assigned son of Dionysus to show up, and they could start hunting for zebra print blankets and ripping skulls off the ceiling. What fun. 

When he still hadn’t shown up, Nico finished pulling all of the previously made bedding from the coffins and dumping it to the side so that Leo could turn it to a bookshelf [He could read, he just had dyslexia thank you very much], and then set off to the Dionysus cabin. It was easy to find, the only male god on the female side, with trelice’s of ivy decorating the whitewashed walls and a grumpy looking leopard snoozing on the purple swinging chair out the front of the small cabin.

He didn’t really want to knock, but he was sure someone would report him for standing around too menacingly if he just waited. He was saved from indecision when the door opened, revealing a tall sandy haired boy.

“You’re the goth, aren’t you?” Pollux sniffed, his nose red. “We can’t help today, but Butch is free, he can do some heavy lifting, and I’m sure Drew’ll criticize your style if you ask nicely enough.” 

“Why, what’s wrong?”

“I mean,” Pollux started, rubbing his eyes, and Nico only then realized he was still wearing his pajamas. They had an elongated cartoon owl sticking out of a doorway on it. “Skulls on the ceiling is a bit much, and everyone think you’re a vamp-”

“I meant with you guys, not my style,” Nico interrupted, his eyes narrowed.”

“Someone, decided to go visit Lou Ellen even though we all know she has a cold, and now I have it-” Pollux was cut off once again, his mockingly loud voice reaching the people inside. 

“I’m sorry I was concerned for my friend, she wanted soup!”

“She always wants soup!” Pollulx yelled back, and Nico moved past the older child of Dionysus, slipping off his shoes and letting himself into the cabin. 

There was nasally muttering behind him and the door slid shut. Nico peered around, and saw a bundle of fluffy blankets on a couch, only a sneezing head poking out the top. “Why did you get sick?”

“I mean it wasn’t really on purpose,” he mumbled back, wiping his nose with a tissue and sinking back into his cocoon. “I can’t help today, but-”

“I don’t care,” Nico started, and plopped down on the white couch, avoiding a deep red stain that could be alcohol or blood. He couldn’t tell. He also didn’t know how to say he’d rather sleep in the coffin again then have to spend the day with someone else. 

He sniffed, falling sideways a little on the couch and squinting at the square tv, which was showing some old cartoon about cavemen. “Mkay, well you should probably go if you don’t wanna get sick.”

Nico thought for a moment, trying not to focus on how much he wanted to scoop up the bundle of blankets in his arms far too skinny for that sort of stuff. “Why don’t we watch ‘an Adam family’?

He got watery wide eyes in return and a toothy grin, “wait really?”

“No. If I was making a joke it’d be funnier than that.”

“Okay, let’s watch it,” he said, hopping off the couch and moving to a box of DVDs with a lot of energy for someone so sick. “And it’s the Addams family, goth. You have to learn the basics of this culture if you’re gonna have coffin bookshelves.”

He fiddled around with the tv and then a grainy black and white intro came on, tinny music over the top. Nico watched as he danced to the theme tune in his blanket burrito, all the way back to the couch, where he landed, coughing and winded. Nico raised an eyebrow. “I could’ve done that, you’re sick.”

“Yeah yeah whatever,” he mumbled, tucking the fluffy socks on his feet up onto the white couch and wiggling with excitement. Nico watched him for a moment, and then turned back to the TV, feeling his lips twitch into a grin.

Duh duh duh duh, click click. Duh duh duh duh, click click.

Their creepy and they're kooky-

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“Neeks, this mirror is so cute!”

“You’re welcome,” Nico muttered, rubbing his nose and rolling over, pulling the zebra print doona cover further over his head. 

He heard Hazel’s wheelie shoes click along the floorboards and she gilded out of the bathroom. When he peered out, her hair was in bunchies and she was pulling a purple hoodie over her head. “It’s so much nicer in here now, but how did you get sick redecorating?”

“Uhm..There was a lot of dust. I might be allergic?” 

The door slammed open, the clear chandelier hanging from the roof shaking as Nyssa trudged in, her work boots leaving mud on the fluffy blood red rug. She was holding the glitter covered scrapbook in her gloved hands. 

“So, I know I’m supposed to make everything in this, but what am I supposed to do with the polaroid of you kissing Mr D ‘s kid?”

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[shrug-s]

the horsemen of pjoverse side characters everyone’s obsessed with (despite them having like barely any screentime):

-Pollux

-Alabaster C.Torrington

-Drew Tanaka

-Mr.D/Dionysus

-Chiron

-Clovis

[sprucestairs]

I generated a bunch of incorrect Percy Jackson quotes feat random characters that I like, and stuff that 1000% is not canon. Enjoy.

Austin: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

Castor: no

Lou Ellen: I did not

Annabeth: I may have actually forgotten one

Sherman: also no

Austin: oh good, me neither

Clovis: *exasperated sigh*

Nico: new year, new me!

Drew: bitch, it's august

Nico: time is an illusion

Percy: the Gods have let me live another day, and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

Annabeth: goodnight to the love of my life, Percy, and fuck the rest of y'all

*using an ouija board*

Lou Ellen: tell us... is there a spirit in this house?

spirit, through the board: YES

Nico great! Rent is due on the first of the month

Clovis: oh, and movie night is on friday if you wanna hang out

Spirit: WAIT, WHAT

Damien, to Castor: you drink too much, you swear too much and your morals are highly questionable.

Castor: ...

Damien: you are everything I've ever wanted in a best friend

Pollux: are you laughing at that video of Clarisse and Percy fighting?

Drew: no, I'm laughing at the comments

Lou Ellen: croissants: dropped

Drew: road works: ahead

Sherman: BBQ sauce: on my tiddies

Connor: shavocado: fre

Nico: miss kesha: fuckin dead

Malcolm: ...

Malcolm: I didn't understand a word of that, and I hate all of you

Will: you are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos

Annabeth: that's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard

Pollux: but what if I die tomorrow and never get to eat nachos?

Katie: then tomorrow is nacho lucky day

Percy: Clarisse has only knocked me out three times this week. Our friendship is really developing.

[beuatifulbuttercup]

You cannot convince me that the OG CHB Crew aren't closer than the seven will be which is saying a lot. Like the seven would die or commit murder for each other but the OG CHB Crew would start another uprising for each other.

Annabeth: Hera made cows shit on my porch again.

Percy uncapping riptide:

Grover holding his flute pipe:

Clarisse pulling up her spear:

Katie holding potted poison ivy:

Travis and Connor swinging duffle bags onto their shoulders:

Chris, getting flashbacks:

Pollux: Can we leave my dad out of it this time? I'm pretty sure he'd shit on Hera's thrown himself.