#camp half blood aesthetic

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Boreas Cabin Aesthetic [Poseidon Cabin] [All Cabins]

“Cause in this city's barren cold, I still remember the first fall of snow, and how it glistened as it fell.” — All Too Well (10 Minute Version)

[superspookyjanelle]

FIC LOCATIONS: Camp Half Blood

Camp Half Blood is in Love Like Fire and Ice

TAGGING: @witchofinterest @fiercefray @sweetenemyfire @eddysocs @arrthurpendragon @waterloou @villanele @bookstorebunny @roseygirl203 @valdrinors

[sweater-weather-spn]

ghosting by mother mother beings to nico di angelo. I said what I said

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where the sun shines. | 1

percy jackson x demeter! reader

summary: in which you take percy strawberry picking for the first time!

warnings: none!

word count: 606

authors note: hey hey hey! this is really short (the following parts should be longer) but i felt like i wasn’t seeing much of percy, so i wanted to fix that and write a little something for my percy girls out there. this series is betrayal free, so no need to worry about castellan. anyways, that’s all, enjoy the fic!!!!

series masterlist. | next part.

“Why do we even have a strawberry field?”

“Because…Demeter, I guess?”

It was mid summer, and you’d forced Percy to join you in picking strawberries. It was his first summer staying at camp, and since you were his closest friend, you showed him all the things you loved about this time of year. Today, that thing was strawberry picking.

“I mean, camp has some of the best strawberries I’ve ever tasted.” You started calmly, imagining the flavor of your favorite fruit, “You’re gonna love ‘em, I promise.”

Percy nodded, half believing you as he reached down for another strawberry. He didn’t care so much about picking berries, finding it a rather simple activity at a camp for demigods, but he listened to each word you spoke as if it would be your last. “I’m trusting you on this one, pollen-head.”

In the time Percy had been at camp, you had become one of his closer friends, outside of Annabeth and Grover. You’d met in his first few days when he wandered off during the bonfire, which you often did to get some alone time, leading him to find you just by the edge of the forest.

“Hello?” Percy called, clutching Riptide as he approached a moving figure. He had thought that, in his wandering, he wouldn’t find anyone by the forest; but apparently he was wrong. When you turned to him, his fist unclenched, releasing Riptide back into his pocket when he met your tearful gaze.

“Sorry for scaring you.” You chuckled, wiping your tears as you returned your eyes to the dark, unmoving forest. “I’m not really used to people finding me here.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, I guess.” The boy returned awkwardly, sitting next to you in an uncertain manner.

Usually, if Percy ran into someone crying, he would have pretended not to notice and walked away. But for whatever reason, and he couldn’t tell you why, he sat next to you that night; thus beginning a year-long friendship.

“What’cha thinkin’ about, fish face?” Your voice resonated in his head, pulling him away from the wistful memory.

“The day we met, when I should’ve been at my first bonfire.” He chuckled, looking at you with that cheeky grin, “I actually think about it a lot.”

“Woah there partner, you may start thinking we’re really friends.” You teased, giving him a light push as you gathered your last berries. The boy chuckled half-heartedly, not knowing why the words made him feel so off. Somewhat confused, he followed behind you with his own basket, coming to a stop as you sat under a great oak tree. “But…I guess I think about it too.”

He journeyed toward you, carefully putting his basket next to yours before settling at your side. “Oh? And here I thought we were pretending to be friends.” Percy tried to joke, nudging you gently.

“Yeah,” You sighed, “But you know, you really are a good friend Percy. I’m glad you found me in the forest that day.”

Percy’s heart pounded harder in his chest, stunning him with a sense of alarm. You looked at him with that gentle smile, and he felt light as air, staring back at you like the world was anew. A new feeling, unfamiliar and odd, wracked his body like a thousand waves. “Yeah…Yeah, I’m glad too.” He breathed, just above a whisper.

You raised a brow at his change in nature, shaking your head with a light chuckle.

Percy Jackson, you thought.

What a weird kid.

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Master list 🩰🧸🎀🕯️

(Very short rn lol)

Comment to join taglists for all fics, different characters, coming soons or fandoms and I can add you <3

Percy Jackson series 🍊

Clarisse la rue

Tangled -

Clarisse la rue x repunzel!reader series

[masterlist here]

Meangirl!Clarisse concept

[Part 1]

[part 2]

Sexy -

More Meangirl!Clarisse x Karen!reader

[Here]

Rough waters -

Clarisse la rue x mermaid!reader

[part 1]

[Part 2] coming soon

Not my fault -

Clarisse la rue x reader x Luke castellan

[here] coming soon

Sleepy -

Clarisse la rue x Aphrodite!reader

[here]

Luke castellan

Not my fault -

Clarisse la rue x reader x Luke castellan

[here] coming soon

[herebedragonsbooks]

What cabin from CampHalf-blood you truly belong to?

Hi everyone! After the realease of the new PJO series my middle brother and I tried to thousands of quizzes to discover who our godly parent was. Most of them were quite obvious or too simple, so I decided the take the matter on my own hands (he was quite happy about it)

Hope you enjoy this silly test I made (also includes minor gods' cabins) 🫶🏼 P.S: I also made some moodboards for all the cabins in case you are interested

[lonlylook]

• Cabin 7 • children of Apollo ☀️ •

[justafanbutcurious]

percy jackson aesthetic

The third picture tho...

[frankiesmusicbox]

03: percy jackson - coming of age

coming of age, teen troubles, vengeful youth if you squint, the emotional rollercoaster of being a teenage demigod

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Camp Half-Blood Cabin Wallpapers Pt. 2

[thecabinsixwitch]

chb cabin aesthetics: 9/?

🐴🌊 Poseidon - Cabin 3 🔱🐚

Do you want to go to the seaside? / I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go / But I fell in love on the seaside / On the seaside / In the seaside

“Seaside” - The Kooks

(feel free to send me moodboard requests!)

[hazellevessque]

TPQ X PJO AU

i. aru shah, daughter of zeus

ii. yamini kapoor-mercado-lopez, daughter of hades

iii. brynne rao, daughter of zeus

iv. aiden acharya, son of aphrodite

v. prince rudra of naga-loka, son of apollo

vi. kara shah, daughter of athena

vii. sheela jagan, daughter of hermes

viii. nikita jagan, daughter of demeter

ix. hira, daughter of ares

[ concept / inspo ]

reblogs > likes

[superspookyjanelle]

UPCOMING OC: Lainey Reid

fandom: Percy Jackson

Fic: Rot Next To You

TAGGING: @witchofinterest @fiercefray @sweetenemyfire @eddysocs @arrthurpendragon @villanele @bookstorebunny @roseygirl203 @valdrinors

[starfish-locks]

Percy Jackson lockscreens

°Reblog/ like if you save

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sweet perfume.

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luke castellan x apollo! reader

summary: in which luke in a regular visitor in the infirmary, and for the first time, you realize how much you liked having him there.

warnings: none, i don’t think? just lots of pining and obliviousness

word count: 880

authors note: this may or may not become a series, if people like it enough, so please tell me if you’d like to see more!

Sweet.

Soft, subtle, floral, but most of all sweet.

Luke breathed deeply as you leaned over him, gently wrapping gauze around his bruised and bloodied arm. “You just can’t stay out of the infirmary, can you Castellan?” You chuckled out, sparing a glance at your well-injured friend.

“What? You don’t want me to visit, Sunny? I thought you loved me.” The ravenette retorted, smirking slightly as you shook your head. He watched as the tiniest grin bloomed on your face, making his chest tighten with warmth as he took in another breath of your perfume.

Luke loved to lay there–at least two or three times a week–just basking silently in your comforting presence. The boy always seemed to have something wrong–a cut, a bruise, a random pain or headache–but as silly as it was, it endeared you, and you nursed him gently every time. He loved that about you. No matter how many times he turned up, in the same bed every week, you never questioned him; simply took him by the hand and cared for him, like the little angel he thought you to be.

“I love to have you visit, but recently you’ve been more of a troublesome resident.” You chortled, chasing Luke out of his thoughts, “You have to stop getting hurt eventually. It’s making me wonder if I need to tell Chiron…”

Luke rolled his eyes playfully, swatting away your gentle hand as though you’d offended him greatly. “Tell Chiron, and I’ll never ever talk to you again.” He spoke childishly, earning a stifled laugh as he turned away from you.

“Luke Castellan, you know you can’t stay away from me that long.” You said shortly, placing your fingers under his chin to turn his head back.

Your smile enchanted him, so bright that it battled the stars and rivaled the sun. With his eyes boring into your own, he nodded slowly, unable to find words as you tended to the tiny scratch on his face. He could sit like this forever, he thought, drowning in your soft voice and gentle nature. He loved the way your fingers held his chin straight, and your tongue pushed against your cheek in subtle concentration. He loved the way your gaze softened when you saw him walk in, the way your eyes seemed to sparkle and your steps felt more floaty.

He loved the way he couldn’t stay away from you. He loved how you were right.

But despite all of those things, he was still uncertain if he loved you.

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Luke had been making his stops at the infirmary for a while. You’d smile when he knocked on the door, the setting sun peeking in, leading him over to his regular spot for an hour (sometimes, several hours) of laughs and conversation.

Until, one week, he didn’t come.

You found it odd, how your stomach sank with each passing day. You didn’t quite know why it hurt so much, sitting on the edge of ‘his’ bed like a lovesick puppy. You should be glad he wasn’t roughed up all week. But still, you sat there; hoping he’d knock on that door with that cheeky smirk and golden laugh.

For as long as you’d known Luke—and you’d known him ages—you’d never known him to suddenly drop a routine. He wasn’t the best swordsman at camp from skipping training, or taking random breaks. No, you’d seen him, waking up at the crack of dawn and practicing in the arena. Nearly every day for three years. So why, you wondered, had he suddenly quit on you?

You found it unlikely that he wasn’t getting hurt, which a swordsman’s training usually entailed. Maybe, he was patching himself up for once. Maybe, he didn’t need you anymore to ease his pain.

You sat there, wiping the blood from a camper's scraped up knee, with your thoughts running rampant after a solemn week of waiting. You had tended to plenty of campers in that time, maintaining your welcoming smile and soothing voice. Today was just like the others. You finished cleaning up your last camper, sending the younger boy off with a peck on the head. The gesture made him giggle, hugging you before running off again. The small interactions brought you a bit of joy, making new connections, meeting new people. You loved making your mark on camp, and as an Apollo kid, that mark was left in the infirmary.

It almost made you wonder if your mark was left on Luke.

Just as you were about to leave, your satchel packed and your heart heavy, you heard a series of knocks on the door.

“Sunny? Are ya’ still here?”

You felt your heart stop.

Clumsily, you rushed to the door, a smile forming on your lips as you opened it to your favorite face. He was standing there, just as he always was, with that cheeky smirk and golden laugh. You stared into his sparkling brown eyes, surrounded by tiny scratches, just as they always were. You glanced at his curly hair, soaked and sweaty, just as it always was. And with not a second left to waste, you pulled him into a tight, longing hug.

“Hey.” He greeted again, taking a deep, long breath, “Gods, I missed the smell of your perfume.”

[lyressong]

cabin 7, apollo