#pjo drafts

[demigods-posts]

something about percy actively neglecting his godly side until it comes to the people he cares about is changing my brain chemistry. because what do you mean he barely acknowledges the minotaur until it hurts his mother? what do you mean the first time percy uses his water powers is to save annabeth?

- draft #7, (x)

[posallys]

percy when someone asks who's the head councilor of the poseidon cabin

[grandpakronos]

juliet "dies." romeo doesn't know this and dies. juliet comes back, then dies.

leo "dies." jason doesn't know this and dies. leo comes back, then...

(oof this post blew up. this is my formal apology for perpetuating the lie that jason was unaware of leo's being alive at the time of his death- thats on me)

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

“If you want more representation” okay but what if they did a better job than all the other actors???

Like, with PJO Rick didn’t go “only black people can audition for Annabeth!! Grover has to be Indian! Zeus has to be black!”

No, the actors auditioned, did a good job, and got the gig.

Like instead of crying cause all these white actors didn’t get it, ask yourself if they even deserved the position.

Everything isn’t some “woke” propaganda or “more representation.” They just deserved the job.

[aroaceleovaldez]

very underutilized argo 2 crew & co dynamic:

Piper and Frank (and Thalia and Rachel) are from extremely rich families. Annabeth and Jason are also from extremely rich families but grew up at their respective camps. Percy and Leo grew up in relatively poor families. Reyna and Nico are in weird spots because a.) we aren’t entirely sure what economic status their families had (implied to be on the wealthier side but again, unclear) (and Nico grew up during WWII so, yknow) but regardless of that they both ended up running away while relatively young and Reyna spent two years on a magic island and Nico spent three years homeless living either underground or in the woods, presumably. Hazel’s also in a weird spot cause while we know her mom originally didn’t have a lot of money, after Hazel was born they had literal infinite money, it was just all Very Cursed. They could afford anything it just Literally Killed People. Will Solace we don’t know but his mom is implied to be an at least well-known singer if not outright famous so we can probably presume he’s decently wealthy as well.

the books gave us like absolutely zero acknowledgement of the types of dynamics to arise from this. give me Annabeth lamenting or something about her dad’s plane collection and an ensuing debate about if your parents owning a plane is normal or not. give me Percy physically cringing cause something cost more than 50 bucks. Give me Jason not quite understanding modern mortal currency cause he was raised using denarii. etc etc.

[willthespy]

annabeth being piper’s sapphic awakening?? anyone???

lesbian visibility week is almost over so i had to post this draft…rip piper mclean you would’ve loved chappell roan and kissing girls

[losersolace]

solangelo have opposite styles AND opposite tastes in food. nico has the BIGGEST sweet tooth while will is more of a bitter/savory guy. them getting coffee and nico (dressed like he’s going to a funeral) gets the sweetest most tooth-rotting sugary abomination while will (dressed head to toe in patterns and fun colors) just gets black coffee

[lilislegacy]

*the gods in council*

zeus: all in favor, say aye

the gods: aye

zeus: good. does anyone have anything to add before we disperse?

poseidon: yes. i invite you all to examine some pictures and evaluate whether athena or myself constructed the superior ginger bread house at the jackson-blofis-chase christmas party

athena, rolling her eyes: it is utterly inconceivable that you truly believe your haphazard creation could rival the elegance and precision of my architectural masterpiece

poseidon, pointing his trident at her: oh, but indeed i do. mine was much more homey looking. there was a pond outside, a nice yard, it even had candy horse stables. yours was a boring upper-class temple

athena: frederick and annabeth—the higher-IQ participants—most definitely agreed that mine was undeniably superior

poseidon: um, no. annabeth may have said yours was better, but i saw her admiring my work much more than yours. perseus can back me up.

athena: oh gods, perseus’ house was even worse! even sally was making fun of it!

poseidon: sally found it charming. you simply do not understand her humor, being as uptight as you are. my son’s house radiated warmth and entertainment, unlike yours that-

zeus, annoyed: can you two settle this somewhere else?

poseidon and athena, in unison: no

ares: i liked it better when you two almost never interacted. first the superbowl party bet, then the easter basket debacle, and now this?

athena: i still cannot believe you all voted his easter basket was better

apollo: the candy choices inside were simply more appealing than your delicate basket weaving. i know because i was there

athena: you weren’t even invited. you just showed up

apollo: the jacksons and i are old friends, of course they wanted me there! plus many of my other friends were there! leo and thalia and-

zeus: i’m about to erase all of you from existence

poseidon, amused: you’re the jealous you weren’t invited, brother

[sunsburns]

i’m sorry but pirate au with luke castellan is a vision that’s a little too clear

luke is a pirate, yes, but he’s not the bloodthirsty kind. he’s calculating, charming, and dangerously persuasive. he’d rather outsmart than overpower.

pirate!luke has a ridiculous bounty on his head. posters of his face are everywhere, but they never get his nose right. it pisses him off.

has a personal vendetta against the navy (or some powerful fleet) but plays it off like it’s nothing. you get the feeling it’s deeply personal.

his crew is loyal to him, not just because he’s a good captain, but because he genuinely cares for them. he takes care of his people.

he doesn’t just steal gold—he also steals information. he knows every trade route, every weak spot in the navy’s defences, every captain’s dirty little secret.

always has a backup plan. or three.

if he touches something, he’s stealing it. doesn’t matter if it’s valuable or not. you’ve caught him pocketing a fancy spoon just to prove he could.

pirate!luke is insanely good at getting out of trouble—except, for that one time, when he was tied to you on an enemy ship about to be thrown into the sea. but you guys pretend that never actually happened.

but there was always a before and after that incident.

before; the two of you had never worked with each other. you usually worked for some opposing group (but then again, who was not against whatever luke was doing?)

you’ve crossed paths way too many times, sometimes fighting, sometimes begrudgingly working together.

he flirts even when you’re trying to kill him.

you think he’s reckless. he thinks you’re too stubborn for your own good. you both might be right.

when you get captured together, he’s still smug about it. even when you’re tied up at the plank together, about to be dumped into the ocean to become shark food.

he has a scar on his face—you have no idea where it came from, but you find yourself tracing it absentmindedly one night before he catches your wrist.

pirate!luke can’t tie knots for shit. someone else on his crew does it for him. but he makes up for it by being insanely good at picking locks and his talent with a sword.

he curses in ancient greek. (and everyone finds it weird because you’re all in the middle of the caribbean)

if you ever actually beat him in a fight, he laughs, breathless, and looks at you like you hung the stars.

he has a thing for running his fingers over your pulse point. not even always in a flirty way—sometimes just thoughtful, absentminded. "still breathing? good. wouldn't want you dying on me yet."

pirate!luke is always grinning mid-fight, taunting his opponent like he has all the time in the world.

doesn’t carry just one sword. he’s got a hidden dagger strapped to his boot and another tucked in his belt, just in case. might even carry another sword on his back idk.

[rosesradio]

Luke Castellan x Fem!Reader (smut)

word count: 1,418

warnings: hand stuff 👋, thigh riding, coming in pants (some sub!luke as well, as a treat)

summary: in a pocket of alone time, you surprise luke by wearing his boxers underneath his sweatshirt. he's Unwell about this.

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It wasn't as if you were trying to hide anything. Still, you couldn’t deny how your heart pounded when you were caught.

For once in a blue moon, the Hermes cabin was empty. All of its campers were at an Athena-cabin-organized arts and crafts exhibition. Luke had dropped by the event briefly, though seeing as you had told him you’d be in his cabin, he made his way back fairly quickly.

Luke had entered the cabin with his back to you, locking the door with the swift urgency of a heist mission.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” Luke whispered, turning around. “The Stolls can do my unlocking trick, and—“ his voice faltered. “Is that my sweatshirt?”

You nodded, a grin tugging at the corners of your lips. You loved wearing your boyfriend’s clothes, especially this piece. The black sweatshirt had the white Camp logo on it. It was a size too big on you and smelled like Luke, so it felt like being hugged by him even when he wasn’t there.

“You look adorable,” Luke smiled, moving over to his bed as he looked you up and down. “Are you, um…do you have shorts on under it?”

You raised your brows. You always did, though the way he asked it suggested he preferred you didn’t.

“Well,” you started. “Sort of…” you lifted up the sweatshirt, showing off a pair of his own light blue boxers.

“Oh,” Luke swallowed, sitting on his bed. His eyes were dark as he took in the look of you in his clothes. You had never worn his underwear before. Still, seeing as you had hooked up more than a few times, you figured this was okay to try out.

“Do you not like it?” You asked, your tone almost innocent. “I can change if you want…wear something of mine…”

Luke had seen just about your entire underwear drawer, from your sexiest pieces to what you had to wear on laundry day (which you found really embarrassing, though Luke had assured you that he’d find you hot in a trash bag). Now, however, he seemed to really like seeing you in his boxers.

“Please don't,” Luke insisted, his cheeks flushed as he reached out, pulling you close by your thighs. His touch wandered up, rubbing the dip of your hips as he moved closer to you. He did this thing sometimes, ruminating in the feeling of you, inches from kissing you without actually doing so.

It was you who finally gave in, pulling Luke close by the nape of his neck to kiss him. He let out a soft, almost relieved breath against your lips. The sound turned into a whimper as you tangled your fingers into his curls and pulled.

"You're so pretty," you murmured, simultaneously loving and hating the way kissing him made your mind go blank. You could only think of how much you loved him, how much you wanted him.

"Can't believe you're the one sayin' that," Luke shook his head. "When I got to walk in on you looking like this..." he allowed the hand not holding your hip to wander down further, to the hem of your (his) boxers. "Gods, can I?" he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin there.

You nodded, humming with clear approval and need. Luke moved his hand further down, between your legs, pulling away to fixate on you. He used two fingers to rub your clit, making your breath hitch as you pressed into his touch.

“Mm, finally,” you murmured against his lips between kisses. “Needed this for so long…”

“Yeah?” Luke hummed. “Beats doing it yourself, hm?” He pressed down a little harder, moving a little faster in a way that made you grasp his biceps. “Beats your toy?”

You let out a soft whine, burying your face in the crook of Luke’s neck. Your face flushed, your stomach writhing with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Taking in his warmth, his scent, only pushed you further to the edge. “How—How’d you know about my toy?”

“You asked me to check your bedside drawer for an extra flashlight last week,” Luke replied smugly. “It was kinda hidden under a picture of us, and…I haven’t been able to stop thinking of it since…” he breathed the words near your ear, his voice warm and low. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking…of you…since…”

You moaned, grasping his shirt as your hips involuntarily pressed further into his touch. “Fuck…” you squeezed your eyes shut for a moment. “Please don’t stop…”

“‘Course not, sweetheart,” Luke murmured. He snaked a hand up your (his) sweatshirt, cupping one of your breasts in his large, warm hand. He squeezed, teasing the nipple before moving over to the other. “Wanna see your pretty face when you come for me, yeah?” He asked breathily.

You nodded. Gods, it had been such a long time. When was the last time you had come from only this? Part of you wanted his mouth (his tongue could work wonders), though you also couldn’t deprive yourself of your high a moment longer.

Your face scrunched up as an orgasm ran through you, so surprisingly tense that your stomach almost hurt. You whimpered, holding onto Luke, pressing desperately into his touch.

”Gods,” you caught your breath. “That was so good…”

Luke grinned as he pulled his hand away, always humble when it came to getting his work complimented. “Glad to be of service. Now, what do you say, beautiful…?”

You frowned, rolling your eyes at his smartass ways before you stopped short. You lit up with an idea.

“Flip us around,” you said. “I want you in my lap.”

Luke raised his brows, though he complied. “You have something in mind, or…?”

In a haze of desire, you ran your hands up Luke’s thighs, gazing up at him thoughtfully. He was situated so he was straddling one of your thighs, and you could feel how hard he was through his shorts.

“For being such a smartass,” you said decidedly. “You can put in the work to get yourself off. Just…like…this.”

“You’re kidding,” Luke whispered. He flushed bright red, licking his lips. “Isn’t there some way I can get outta this? This isn’t fair…”

You shrugged. “Life’s not fair, sweetheart. I mean, you could always use your own hand, but…” you laughed softly. He would never get himself off if he could have you, no matter what ‘having you’ meant. “I’d get to work, though. Tick-tock…”

Luke murmured a curse in Ancient Greek, beginning to roll his hips down against the warm, soft flesh of your thigh. His eyes were half lidded, his lips parted to let out soft pants and moans. Without the haze of your own aching need, you could see how good Luke looked so clearly.

Luke grasped your sweatshirt, hands moving back up it to cup your breasts again. He kissed you again, his tongue pressing ever so slightly to yours, gentle and inviting. You gripped his hips, guiding him along, watching as desperation coiled within his dark eyes.

"Gods," Luke whispered against your lips, his gaze lustful and hazy. "Seein' you in my boxers is just making me think of—mm, fuck—havin' a place with you. I wanna wake up to you wearing those, and...making us breakfast, maybe..."

"Yeah?" You mused, running your hands up Luke's shirt, exploring the panes of his chest. "Only if you'd get dolled up and return the favor, handsome..."

You could feel Luke's cock twitch against your thigh at that, and you grinned. No matter how far along you were in this, praise always got to him. You grasped his face roughly, your thumb pressing against his bottom lip.

"Aw, you gonna come for me, beautiful?" You teased. "I made such a pretty mess out of you..."

Luke's cheeks flushed, grinding down on your thigh with the desperation of a man depraved. His hips finally faltered, and he came with a whimpering moan. The sound alone made your stomach coil with another wave of arousal, pondering round two.

"There you go," You murmured, running your fingers through his messy curls as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. "Good boy...now, what do you say...?"

Luke pressed open-mouthed kisses to your neck, trembling slightly against you in the aftershocks. "Thank...thank you..."

"You're welcome," you replied smugly. You were sure that next time, provided he wasn't such a smartass, you would give him a lot more to thank you for.

[mikalilys]

When the rarepair is so good you have to check the tags of the ship and both of the characters at least once a week, search them up everywhere, check the ao3 authors other works after finding a fic with them in it, read all of the authors other works, check the authors bookmarks, read their works, repeat that, then check other fanfic sites for anything about them

I’m actually obsessed it’s not good

[demigods-posts]

if luke had succeeded in recruiting percy. the best role percy could have been was the spy. going on a quests under the guise of a hero. sabotaging collective plans under the guise of impulsiveness. sending information back to luke through IM. relishing in the naievity of his peers that they'll win the soon-to-come war. and he's sure he's making the right decision. until bianca dies. until the one thing luke promised him would never happen happens. and just as the tides of the battle changes. just as the heroes see that luke is willing to kill. percy faith in luke begins to waver.

[shiftthemoon]

A GUIDE TO BREAKING “LIMITS” !

shifting is a journey, not just a destination or a process. it’s something you do every time you focus on your desires, visualize your dr, or even just remind yourself it’s possible. honestly? shifting can feel overwhelming, especially when life (or your own brain) gets in the way. noisy environments, restless minds, overthinking—it can all feel like too much. but the truth is, nothing is too big to keep you from your dr.

UP NEXT . . . ┃the art of understanding frustrations

first things first—let’s address the elephant in the room. you might feel like you’ve been trying forever, like you’re doing everything right but still waking up in your cr. that frustration is real, and it’s valid. but attempting to shift doesn’t exist. every time you “try,” you’re already shifting.

think of it like planting a garden. every visualization, every affirmation, every moment you spend thinking about your dr is like watering the soil. even if you don’t see the flowers yet, the seeds are growing. energy doesn’t disappear—it builds.

so, you are never starting from zero. every single attempt matters, and every single attempt works. the fact that you’re here, reading this, thinking about shifting means you’re already shifting !! the journey itself is proof that you’re moving closer to your dr, even if it feels slow.

UP NEXT . . . ┃ science, baby!

shifting isn’t about the perfect setup or the perfect state of mind. it’s about belief and intention. science actually backs this up. your brain is ridiculously adaptable thanks to neuroplasticity (aka its ability to rewire itself based on what you focus on). when you visualize your dr or affirm that you’re already there, you’re literally teaching your brain to accept it as real.

your brain doesn’t know the difference between imagination and reality. if you’re imagining yourself walking through your dr, your brain builds neural pathways as if it’s already happening. the more you do this, the stronger those pathways get. (think of it like carving a trail in a forest—the more you walk it, the clearer it becomes.)

and guess what ?? your external circumstances (like a noisy house or a wandering mind) don’t matter. the universe doesn’t measure sound levels or distractions; it measures intention. it’s about what you want, not what’s happening around you.

UP NEXT . . . ┃ shift anywhere, anytime!

shifting doesn’t have to be complicated. you don’t need silence, a perfect mindset, or even a full night’s sleep. you can shift anytime, anywhere, by focusing on your intention. here’s a simple method you can try:

breathe: take a few deep breaths to ground yourself.

imagine: picture a moment in your dr. it can be anything—a conversation, a location, a feeling. don’t overthink it.

feel: let the emotions of being in your dr fill you. excitement, peace, joy—whatever feels natural.

trust: remind yourself it’s already yours. you don’t need to force it or make it happen; it’s happening naturally.

this can take 10 seconds or 10 minutes—whatever feels right for you. the key is to let go of pressure. shifting isn’t about trying harder; it’s about letting it flow.

UP NEXT . . . ┃ for the restless minds

if you’re someone whose brain feels like it’s constantly working overtime, shifting can feel especially tricky. you can’t focus, or your thoughts feel chaotic, or you’re too anxious to fully relax. the good news is you can absolutely still shift.

if you have…

adhd

method: make it fast and engaging. instead of lying still, try a moving visualization. pace around your room and talk out loud about your dr, or use a fidget toy while you visualize. the movement can help you stay focused.

if this doesn’t work: don’t stress about “staying still” or “doing it right.” try a lucid dreaming approach instead—set an intention to shift while you sleep. your body doesn’t have to be still for your mind to shift.

if you have…

anxiety

method: focus on grounding first. anxiety can make it hard to relax, so start by calming your body. try the 5-4-3-2-1 method (name 5 things you see, 4 things you feel, 3 things you hear, 2 things you smell, and 1 thing you taste). once you feel more grounded, begin visualizing.

if this doesn’t work: remind yourself that shifting doesn’t require perfection. even if you’re anxious, your intention still counts. try scripting or affirming during the day instead of at night.

if you have…

autism

method: use sensory tools. if you’re sensitive to certain sensations, create an environment that feels safe and comforting (soft blankets, dim lighting, calming music). focus on what makes you feel secure before starting your shifting practice.

if this doesn’t work: try embracing your unique way of processing the world. you don’t have to follow traditional methods. write a story about your dr, daydream, or even use a video game or music playlist to immerse yourself in your dr’s “vibes.”

or, if you’re an…

over-thinker

method: keep it simple. if your mind keeps racing, stop trying to “do it right.” instead of full-on scripting or visualizing, just focus on one detail of your dr (like your name or a single scene). repetition can help quiet the noise.

if this doesn’t work: remind yourself that overthinking doesn’t cancel out your intentions. even if your mind feels chaotic, your energy is still shifting. trust that it’s happening, even if it doesn’t feel perfect.

if none of these methods work, or if you feel stuck, remember this: shifting is not a test. it’s not about doing it “right” or meeting some invisible standard. it’s about your intention. as long as you want it, you’re already shifting.

the universe doesn’t care if you’re calm, distracted, or somewhere in between. it only cares about your energy. so give yourself grace. you’re not “bad” at shifting. you’re human, and every step you take is enough.

at the end of the day, shifting is simple: decide what you want and trust that it’s yours. everything else—your circumstances, your thoughts, your frustrations—is just noise. shifting is your natural state. you’ve been doing it your whole life, even if you didn’t realize it.

[achillesisnotcomingdown]

I'm thinking of the contrasts between Nico's and Will's griefs.

When Bianca died, Nico was all alone. He learnt her death and ran away. He probably shadow traveled to an unknown place, he spent an unknown amount time all alone (and months before he got to talk to anyone else than Minos). He was alone. He had nothing. He probably spent weeks, months, spiraling over how sad he is and how much he misses her and he hates Percy and replaying their last interaction in his head, drowning himself in his own grief.

Will, on the other hand, has always been busy. He was needed. After the Labyrinth battle, and especially during/after the Manhattan battle, he was desperately needed. As soon as the bridge collapsed (on Yew), 13 years old Will was grabbed to take care of Annabeth. And there was so much other campers who needed the help of the only Apollo kid/doctor remaining. By the time he had the time to start grieving his siblings, his family, war was over and the others were already celebrating.

Idk what's more messed up. A kid who has spent so long all alone crying his sister over and over. Or a kid who didn't have the opportunity to cry his brothers.

[nocapesdahling]

Poseidon | God of the Sea, Earthquakes, Storms, and Horses

I’ve been waiting for this moment, for the perfect time to strike

When your home’s so close and you’ve reached your coast

That’s when our paths collide

I’ve got a reputation

I’ve got a name to uphold

So I can’t go letting you walk or else the world forgets I’m cold

Now get in the water

Get in the water or I’ll raise the tide so high, all of Ithaca will die

Get in the water…

Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

[aroaceleovaldez]

one of the subtle details that I personally find fun in PJO is how Percy spends like two books noting how Annabeth is taller than him, and then finally that he hit a growth spurt and ended up taller than her. and also the note about how later, he’s one inch shorter than Jason. Percy’s totally just a tad bit insecure about his height.

but then there’s a subtle implication in all of that of Percy possibly finally ending up taller than Annabeth because he started going to CHB. Like, there’s some implication that Annabeth is tall to begin with (particularly given how Magnus is described as tall, it’s probably family genetics) and that she’s very physically fit from growing up at CHB, but also we know that CHB has the whole food thing where all the food at CHB is like, all-natural and whatever. And we know that Percy grew up with Sally struggling financially and Gabe explicitly neglecting him. So there’s that secondary implication that Percy finally hit his growth spurt after he got regular access to some nice good-quality food :,)