#v: camp halfblood

[aquamanandfriends]

Send 🏈 for our muses to play a sport / ball game together -Carson

Lately, sports weren't always what Theron gravitated towards. He would get in the boxing ring any day, train with a sword, or hit the shooting range. Theron used to play more basketball and street hockey when he wasn't at camp where couldn't exactly brandish a sword in public. So when Carson asked if he wanted to play a little one-on-one basketball he grinned. "You sure you wanna go up against me?" he teased. Even though he was a little rusty he was always cocky. "I'm game. You start, we can play to ten points? Winner picks lunch, loser pays?" Why not make it a little interesting?

[droolstalker]

|| OPEN || Annabeth & Percy ||

“Your a disaster Seaweed Brain.”

[wintershieldedheart]

Who: @trckstaer continuation of Percy & Margot

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆  

☆      despite not being cosmically linked to water, Margot had always been drawn to it. Though, given that storms were mainly water, it wasn’t all that surprising that she felt at ease with it. Margot sat in the shallows, allowing the water to ripple over her legs and torso as the tide rose and fell. There was an exhaustion pulling at them both, and Margot felt it like a tether that insisted on linking them, as if they didn’t already have a million threads holding them to one another. 

the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, and only a small part of her wanted to take them back. Still, she let their fingers intertwine as he brought her hand into the water. Margot felt her wounds stitching themselves back together from the inside out as the water lapped over her skin. Briefly, she wondered if this was what it was like to have a brother - a sibling that knew her without words. 

an inelegant snort escaped her as she nodded, ‘ that’s not what I meant and you know it, ‘ she murmured, knocking her shoulder into his as she let out a slight laugh. Maybe it was because they knew each other so well, or maybe it was because she knew they were two sides of the same coin, but Margot knew that they were both hoping the other would be spared when the prophecy nonsense was said and done. Neither one wanted to be the person left behind, and Margot was sure he hated her conviction to die as much as she hated his. ‘ what if it’s not enough? what if I keep trying, and trying, and it doesn’t get better? ‘ she asked.

[julietsbody]

CALIGULA — luke castellan + reader : luke castellan, in all his reign, has a love for sexual pleasure, more importantly with you. 

tags: mdni, inspired by ancient roman stories, luke is a pervert, dark!luke, p in v sex, jealousy, possessiveness, assistant!reader, captain!luke, luke is an awful man in this sawry

a/n: ive been binge watching the roman empire show

LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR. 

41 AD. 

luke castellan can’t deny how harsh of a captain he was on the princess andromeda. 

he wanted to be the best captain on the sea, wanted to get his revenge on camp halfblood and the gods, wanted to live the lavish life he had always dreamed of. he thought of a life where he would drink red wine out of chalices, be fed grapes from the hands of beautiful women, or men, he wanted to be treated like a god— because in his mind, he would be the best god to ever exist. 

you started out as his assistant, writing papers for him on a simple typewriter that he gave to you, a fucking typewriter. you tried to remind him it was no longer the 1950s, he scoffed like you were stupid. “you know people used them in the 1800s, right?” 

your lips press together, looking at him, then the typewriter, then back to him. you offer a small smile, and he doesn’t return it, he never does, and he never will. luke took things very seriously, maybe too seriously, so he never let himself smile, let alone laugh, a bitter scoff was all you’d get from him at most. 

you were pliant, luke noticed, and he liked that. you did everything he asked, every time he asked. he’d call your name, and hear your heels clicking against the wooden floorboards no less than a second later. speaking of heels, luke was strict about dress codes, too. 

to call him a pervert.. well, you wouldn’t be far off. 

he wanted you to wear things like tight pencil skirts, short or long, thin tights, maybe even solely stockings, stiletto heels that he’d purchased for you the second he saw you show up in mary janes, and a simple shirt or blouse. he liked glasses, too, thin, square framed ones, like bayonetta’s. 

you had to wear dark red lipstick, regardless. 

you hated your boss, more than anything, the way he’d walk into a room and easily command it, the way his body language reeked of cockiness, the way that despite all evilness, he still thought he was doing something for the greater good. 

what you hated the most, is how much you fantasized about him. 

that’s why you always ran to him so quick when he called out for you, why you endured the loud clacking of the typewriter keys even when you had to do a paper at night and he opened your door to yell at you to ‘shut the fuck up or get thrown off the damn boat.’ 

he was never a good man, nor a good boss, but he looked good. 

you liked when he was angry, when he yelled at you, when he held your jaw so tight you were sure he’d shatter it and spit degrading words at you like you were vile. it should be such a shame that you enjoy it, but you don’t pity yourself one bit. he was meaner with you, he always cracked awful jokes with the rest of the crew, drank beers with them, lit their cigarettes, but you, you were the person he took all his anger out on. 

well, at first it was anger. 

then he began to ever so slowly show his desires for sexual connections. he was able to hold it in at first, act like he wasn’t missing having sex, like he wasn’t missing the simple touch of a woman or man. masturbating wasn’t keeping him sane for long, not when he didn’t have anything to masturbate to. then he began to focus his attention onto you. 

you were attractive, and luke couldn’t hold back how his short glances turned to stares. his jaw ticks, lips parting, “i want you to wear shorter skirts.” 

“mini skirts?” you blink at him, he had called you to his office, and his eyes were traveling over your body every second he got. 

“yeah,” he pauses, “and lower cut shirts.” 

before your lips can even part, he dismisses you, and bluntly stares at your ass when you walk away. it was so ironic, luke used to be such a virgin, a complete loser, but now he was nothing short of the opposite. he was cocky, he knew he was handsome, he knew people were attracted to him easily, mostly sexually. 

if luke was lucky, at some stops, he might be able to bring back a few women or men home with him, they always gawked at the ship, told him how cool it is that he has a boat, that he’s a captain, and has a crew, that everyone does everything for him. 

they thought it was hot, so they wanted to do things for him to, he’d take them to his quarters, and provide them with red wine before moaning could be heard all throughout the ship. 

but his boat was in the middle of the sea, and has been for a month or so now, and he felt like he was going insane. 

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🍷

luke was struggling to sleep, insomnia was getting the best of him, he thought that if he drank more and more wine, he would eventually wind down. he never did. he only got slopper, and aroused. the worst mix on nights like these was the bubbling frustration that he didn’t have anything to fuck, and the fact that he wanted to fuck something so bad. 

his dick strains in his boxers, and his teeth grit together, mentally cursing himself for continuously offering himself one more drink, after the third glass, knowing he’d have a fourth, and a fifth. he’d drank the whole bottle, and he wasn’t even close to tired. 

his body feels warm, so warm. you come to his mind almost immediately, making his his hands draw closer to the hem of his boxers. the way your ass looks in those skirts, the stockings that meet at the middle of your thigh, the sheer shirts that barely showed the color of your bra, the slight cleavage you show when leaning over to place paperwork on his desk. 

he recalls the one time he had came into your room in the dead of night in search of a document, but he was immediately met with the floral of your perfume, and the way your blanket barely covered your naked form. he shouldn’t look, really, he should shy away and close the door, but he swallows thick seeing your breast, the slight parting of your legs, the way your cunt barely peeks out the messily moved blanket. 

he wouldn’t have actually done it, of course, because he’s a respectable man who puts consent above all else— but he wonders what it would look like if he pushed your legs apart, moved the blanket, and spread your pussy open for him. to be sleeping naked, how scandalous. he’d never know that you purposefully put the document in your room when you knew you wanted it, you purposefully slept naked, you purposefully moved the blanket in those ‘messy’ ways. 

he inhales sharply, fingers moving underneath the fabric of his boxers to graze over his cock. it’s so perverted, to think of you like this, to imagine pulling you onto his lap the next time you come into his office, fingers gripping your skin the same way they grip his cock now. you’d probably melt into his touch, so innocent, so pliant, your doe eyes staring at him like he’s the only man who had ever existed, like he’s a god. and that’s what he is, a captain, an emperor, a god. 

he thinks of himself, and is immediately reminded of caligula. 

the roman emperor in 31 AD, he was described by some as a tyrant, but in the beginning, he was one of the best leaders in ancient rome. he was just like luke, addicted to sexual acts, wanting all the finest things in life, and the worst part— luke was just as paranoid as him. 

but that was of no worry now, he was too focused on the pleasure that coursed underneath his flesh, or the simple thought of pushing his dick into your cunt, making your eyes roll back with pleasure you’d only ever dreamed of. luke knew he could make you feel good, and eventually he would. he imagined all the positions he would push you into, on your back, on your stomach with your ass up, having you ride him— gods. 

he wondered if whenever you tried to make excuses for being far too late at typing up a paper in time, he could just simply have you on your knees for him, fucking your mouth so you’d shut up. bruising your lips, ruining your lipstick, making you cry, all of those thoughts sends luke over the edge in no less than a minute or two. 

his skin is sticky with sweat, fingers coated in his own cum, but all he wants is more. 

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🍷

like mentioned before, luke had a madness problem. 

ever since he had been cast out, he had this odd paranoia problem, he thought the gods would strike him down at any second, that they were watching his every move, or that percy jackson would find his way to his ship and kill him himself for all the damage he’s caused. 

the lack of sex wasn’t the only thing driving luke mad, it was the cage of his own mind. the fact that he’s surrounded by the very thing that the man who’s responsible for percy’s existence owns, the sea. it all makes him sick, often times there will be crashing from his quarters in the late of night, but it always stopped as soon as it started. 

this night was different, it just kept going. first something being pushed over, then the breaking of glass, more crashing, more shatters, yelling, some screaming— it was a nightmare. some of the crew woke up, but you were the only one who dared to take a step out onto the deck that night, let alone approach his quarters. 

knock. knock. knock. 

no response, a deafening silence underneath the crashing waves and the crackling of the candle in your hand. 

knock. knock. 

the lack of response is worrying. he almost always responds, either it’s to tell you to fuck off, or to come in. but now, nothing. he couldn’t have hurt himself, could he? you test the waters, fingers curling around the doorknob and turning it with the expectation for it to be locked as it always is. 

it was unlocked. you push the door open, glancing in to see the mess that he had made of his own room, and him just simply sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. “luke?” 

“captain,” he immediately mumbles out, a correction. 

“captain,” you repeat, taking a step further inside, he has offered nothing against you being inside of his quarters. you are typically never allowed in here. you move to close the door behind you, placing the candle into the nearest holder that wasn’t completely destroyed. 

you turn back to him, his head was raised to look at you, arms now lazily splayed onto his spread legs in his sitting position. he was a chronic manspreader, something you noticed, but seeing him faintly hunched over pathetically like this, tired eyes staring at you, sweat beading at his temple— he was so hot. 

“are you okay?” you offer, voice as sweet as ever. 

“am i okay?” he scoffs, a chuckle following after, he’s never chuckled in front of you before, “am i okay, am i okay—“ he hums, “what do you think, hm? you think i’m okay?” 

his voice is confronting and harsh, like he wants to see you cower down, like he wants to break you like all the other things in his room. your brows furrow together for a second, “no..?” 

“no, no, atta girl— you’re catchin’ on,” he smiles at you for the first time, “why don’t you help me feel better, yeah?” 

you stare at him for a second, wondering if he meant what you thought he meant, “yeah.” 

“yeah.” his voice is hushed, almost mocking, “c’mere.” 

you immediately walk over to him in the ambient lighting, marking out your silhouette, stepping over all the things he’s knocked over. a grin tugs at his lips, cruel and cocky, he loves how easy you do anything he asks. his hand is gentle on your waist, pulling you closer, “so good for me.” 

you nod at him, letting his hand guide you down to your knees, pupils dilated up at him so perfectly. his tongue swipes along the backside of his teeth, moving his hand to hold your jaw, tilting your head to properly look up at him. maybe it was wrong to fuck his assistant, someone working for him, but it just felt so right, all of this felt like it was in the prophecy. 

his thumb swipes along your bottom lip, smearing the red lipstick there, of course you put that on before coming to his room. “so pretty,” he mumbles under his breath, dipping his finger between your lips and into your mouth. your lips curve up ever so slightly, leaning into his touch, lips closing around his flesh. 

he takes it away from your mouth just as quick as it was slotted between your lips, moving to undo his belt, the veins in his hands shifted with each movement of his hands, first it was his belt, then his pants, then his boxers. 

you always thought luke would have a big dick, he just has that certain cockiness that makes you think he couldn’t have a small dick and be acting the way he is, but this felt like it would hardly fit in your mouth.  

you glance up at him, his amused stare which immediately turns to faux concern when you say, “i don’t think it’ll fit—“ 

“it will,” he immediately cuts in, prying your mouth open with his thumb whilst his free hand eases your head closer, “i’ll make it fit.” 

your tongue runs along the vein at the bottom of his dick, already feeling the heaviness of it against the muscle in your mouth. you had sucked a few dicks before, sure, but this one was the biggest, and the cleanest. his hand holds your jaw when you start taking him into your mouth properly, tongue flat against the bottom of his cock, eyes peering up at him through heavy lids. 

his lashes flutter pathetically, mouth falling open with your every movement, the way the saliva from your mouth coats him perfectly— he needed this. it felt like a dream coming right after a nightmare, he was exhausted, sweating from his breakdown, and you were sent to him right when he needed it, an angel on his shoulder. 

but you’re going too slow, and luke’s growing restless from sitting so still. he can feel the ache of your jaw, but he wishes to make it worse somehow, as cruel as it sounds. his hand moves to the back of your head, hips ever so slowly bucking into your mouth, it was barely noticeable at first, until the sound of you sputtering and gagging around him fueled him more. 

his thrusts quickly turned harsh, bruising, merciless. 

he only paused when you slapped at his thigh pathetically, moving off to pant heavily, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. you looked so messy, so pathetic, lipstick smeared, eyes puffy from falling tears. “always wanted this, huh? i notice how you look at me, always running to my office any chance you get, such a slut.” 

you nod at him, and that only makes him want to say more, “do you believe in god?” 

“yes, yes,” the response is immediate. 

“am i your god?” 

you pause at him, processing, what would the best answer be? 

yes, of course, that would be the best answer. in luke’s own mind, all this misery, all this destruction, all this betrayal, it was only the start of his story to reach the top. when caligula was next in line for the throne and his father was on his deathbed, he killed his own father with hardly any hesitation, then became one of the most memorable roman emperors alongside julius caesar. 

luke had been planning the murder of hermes for a long, long time, ever since the first book about caligula he read. killing percy jackson was a failure, all several times, so he had no other choice than to just shoot for the stars. 

luke’s eyes refocus onto the situation at hand rather than being stuck in his own mind, he had you pushed on your stomach with your ass up, the position he always wished to put you in, the position he’s put multiple other women and men in. 

his hands smooth over your ass, memorizing the canvas that he wants to splatter paint over. there’s something so intimate about this whole ordeal, the dim lighting of sole candles in all the destruction around his room, the crashing of waves on the sides of the boat as it moves through the sea, the red wine that luke drinks from the bottle he had just picked up. 

he hums at the taste, rich, perfect. “want some?” 

you shake your head, and he tuts in faux disappointment, “no fun, aren’t you? just want me to fuck you? needy, needy.” 

albeit his degrations, his tip presses to your entrance, lips pressing together when he pushes in— holy fuck, you were tight. luke’s breathing is ragged, he feels as though your pussy is desperately trying to squeeze an orgasm out of him in seconds. it only worsens when you accidentally glench, making his teeth grit together, he coughs out a bitter chuckle, “you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” 

“no, nono—“ it was too late for the begging for forgiveness, his thrusts were already brutal, slamming into you without a single regard for how much pain it would leave you in, in the morning. caligula was a possessive lover, a harsh fucker, a man ruled by jealousy and madness— luke castellan was born from the same map of caligula. 

his hands grip your hips harshly, punching out sweet moans from your bitten lips with every thrust, “fuck, fuck! luke!” 

luke’s tongue prods at the inside of his cheek for a mere second before his hand suddenly moves to the back of your head, harshly tugging your hair back, “captain.” 

another correction. 

as soon as your back hits his chest, his hand moves from your hair to your neck, gripping the delicate skin there tight. he ignores your attempts to get his attention by placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses to his jaw, leaving his skin stained with your lipstick. his eyes were too focused on the mirror placed in front of him, of course he had one there, it was cracked, but he was still able to make out the way your skin trembled underneath him, the way his thrusts sent shivers up your spine, the way he easily made you cock drunk. 

it didn’t take long for him to have you cumming on him as well, in which he followed soon after with a gritted out fuck. 

luke’s eyes may be glazed over when he looks back in the mirror, but he doesn’t see himself in his position, he sees caligula. 

[audreyscribes]

Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS MASTERLIST Ω WORKS:

"COOKIES" (CLARISSE LA RUE X READER) IMAGINE:

Synopsis: What happens when you combine cookies with a child of Iris, who becomes friends with a child of Ares.

"CARRY ON MY WAYWARD CHILD" Annabeth Chase/Thalia Grace/ Luke Castellan & Reader imagine: [1] [2] [3] [4] [Ao3 Link]

Synopsis: When a dream makes the reader unable to settle, they decide to take a walk, converting their dream to reality.

Reader encounters Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth on the run when they have a dream that makes them go out and see a sick Annabeth with a tired, injured Luke and Thalia. They take them in, saving them, and encounters them years later when they remembered a kind stranger.

*no specific pronouns or descriptions used. Referred to as Y/N. Roughly college/university age.

Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST 📜

Synopsis: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb of the reader interacting with the respective demigod afterwards.

MAJOR GODS: {LINK}

🍇DIONYSUS🎭 [TUMBLR][AO3]

👟HERMES 🐍 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

⚒ HEPHAESTUS🔥 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

🕊APHRODITE💖 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

⚔ARES🐗 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🌕ARTEMIS🏹 [TUMBLR][AO3]

☀APOLLO🎶 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🦉ATHENA🧠 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🌾DEMETER🌽 [TUMBLR][AO3]

⚡ZEUS⚡ [TUMBLR][AO3]

💀HADES💎 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🌊POSEIDON🔱 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🔥 HESTIA 🏠 [TUMBLR][AO3]

👑HERA 💒 [TUMBLR][AO3]

MINOR GODS: {LINK}

🌈IRIS☮ [TUMBLR][AO3]

💤HYPNOS😴 [TUMBLR][AO3]

⚖ NEMESIS ♎ [TUMBLR] [AO3]

✌ NIKE🏆 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🥂HEBE🙏 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🍀 TYCHE🎰 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🔮 HECATE🌙 [TUMBLR][AO3]

MISCELLANEOUS GODS: {LINK}

{W A V E 1.0}

💀 PERSEPHONE💐 [PART1 | TUMBLR]\ [PART 2 | TUMBLR] \\[AO3]

🧝‍♀️MYSTERIOUS NYMPH(?) 🧝‍♂️ [PART1 | TUMBLR] \[PART 2 | TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

🍎ERIS😈 [TUMBLR] \\[AO3]

🎶HARMONIA☮ [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

PRIMORDIAL GODS: {LINK}

🌌CHAOS🌌 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌎GAEA 🌎 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🕳TARTARUS🕳 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

💘EROS💞 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

♟EREBUS🌑 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌌NYX🌌 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌄HEMERA ☀ [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌫️OURANUS🌬️ [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🏔OUREA🗻 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌊PONTUS🌊 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

???? EPILOGUE ??? [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

[yonemurishiroku]

Before HOO where they argue about leaving Nico in the jar where was it shown that people rejected Nico in camp halfblood beside Percy saying he might not be welcome in botl cause the last book there was a war going on and he came at the end making his cabin cause I’m trying to show evidence but I don’t see anything but the seven like I think Rick did what he always does tell us not show us

I'm sorry but I think you just lost me. I've been re-reading this about like 5 times and my imaginary voice is getting breathless and still, I don't know what your point is---

Are you saying that there's no evidence of the ostracization of Nico at CHB except the Seven? If it is then I think Piper, Leo, Percy pretty much count as CHB campers to me... And tbh I don't know why the Seven should be sidelined. Like. They are the evidence? Why leave them out? :"v

But yeah Rick messes it up big time

[supernaturallyliterate]

PJO SEASON FINALE AHHHH

THOUGHTS. YES THOSE.

Spoilers. Duh. Book and show

Annabeth being there to witness the moment Luke tried to kill Percy is a FUCKING GAME CHANGER. To me, it says that Annabeth suspected Luke & made a plan to make both Percy and Luke think that she would be with Clarisse. When she intended to follow them and protect Percy if need be.

I’m not mad about it. It’s a big change. But it makes sense for her character. It will make her and Luke’s dynamic later in the series a little different. Maybe instead of Annabeth blindly wanting to believe that Luke is good and couldn’t possibly do evil things, it will be more nuanced. She knows he’s done horrible things. She’s seen it. But she still can’t help but remember who he used to be. She hesitates in key moments. Let’s him get away. He takes advantage of those moments and escapes. Not intentional on Annabeth’s part. She tries to be calculated. But her emotions get the better of her. I can see this working out quite nicely.

And it still allows her to be the one at the end, in heroes of Olympus, to be there, advocating for Luke. Telling Percy to give him the knife. OH THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD.

Okay but Walker Scobell is such a good fucking Percy Jackson

Leah Jeffry Savies is such. Good fucking Annabeth Chase.

And aryan is such a good fucking Grover Underwood.

Okay but the searchers license being a literal flower?? How are you gonna convince me that Grover wouldn’t anxiously eat it like he does tin cans??

OKAY BUT ALSO I ACCIDENTALLY STARTED REWATCHING EPISODE ONE instead of episode eight and LUKE DOES THE VOICEOVER. THE ICONIC SO YOURE A HALFBLOOD SPEECH. BUT CHANGED. AND OHHH ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. THE PARALLELS ARE PARALLELING

I am so so fucking glad that we got the sword fight training scenes. We really needed them. The scene shifts of Percy fighting Ares and Percy training with Luke are spot on. And it sets up the friendship and mentorship with Luke & Percy even more. Making the betrayal so much worse. It build up perfectly.

Gods I wish we had a longer season.

Again with things being directly told to Percy. “You’re a leader among the halfbloods now,” Chiron tells him.

The bead at the end of the season when he’s leaving camp

THE PACT THE TRIO MAKES

And the fact that next year, all FOUR of them will return to that spot. Percy, Annabeth, Grover… and Thalia.

Annabeth’s hairstyle in the final scene was supers cute

The scene of Percy seeing his mom after she returns from the Underworld WAS SO CUTE AND PRECIOUS AND THEN KRONOS FUCKED IT UP. I love it. Chefs kiss.

Clarrise looked so fucking badass in her pan shot with her arms crossed. Like yeah she totally could’ve fucked some shit up with the gods

I love the beach scene with Percy v. Ares and how confused Annabeth is about the helm situation cuz she wasn’t there lmao

I kinda liked that Ares got cocky and kicked his opponent, the SoN of the FuCKinG SeA GOD into the OCEAN. Percy rolled through that little puddle and I screamed OH ITS OVER FOR YOU.

Walker’s micro expressions are fucking ICONIC AND I CANT WAIT FOR THE SCREEN RECORDS

Your honor I love them. Yes this post has devolved. No I won’t stop.

I gasped when Alecto was there at Montauk instead of Sally. But yeah. She showed up. I just forgot.

I love how Percy has just started calling people out on their shit. “You were always after the helm, weren’t you?” And telling Zeus he’s a shitty dad

OKAY BUT POSEIDON SHOWING UP TO PROTECT PERCY. I GASPED. I LOVE THIS CHANGE SO MUCH. it shows so much more compassion and gentleness of Poseidon. Yes in the books we get some glimpses. But the show isn’t holding back his favoritism.

THE PERCABETH HUG PT TWO

okay but we were robbed of more Seaweed Brain and Wise Girl quips.

I’m sure I’ll have more thoughts later on. But overall. I AM SO HAPPY WITH THIS SERIES I JUST WISH IT HAD MORE EPISODES TO GIVE THE STORY THE TIME AND DEVELOPMENT IT DESERVES.

[irondad-not-ironsad]

So it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted here but I just saw the Percy Jackson trailer (I know it’s been out for a while oops) and while it looks great I just need to complain about one tiny thing: the signs.

The trailer shows some signs on the camp ground, and they do that thing where they replace a couple of letters in English words with similar looking Greek words. Which would be fine but a) The letters make completely different sounds in Greek b) if this series is accurate, part of the premise is that the characters all read Greek c) This is a series about Greek mythology, inevitably ACTUAL Greek written words will come into play

For example, the two letter substitutes I spot in the trailer is the more subtle β, and the super common one Σ, which people love using as an E to make stuff look cool.

The issue with these? First, β, which is pronounce in English at Beta but in Greek is called “Veetah” makes V sounds, not a B one. (Also β is lowercase, the uppercase is written “Β”) There actually is no letter that makes the sound “B” in Greek, rather it is written using two letter, “μπ” the Greek equivalent of “mp”

Σ is so commonly used in place of an E that I lighten here it referred to as “the Greek E” The letter is actually named Sigma (see-yma), and makes the “S” sound. The ACTUAL Greek letter that makes the “E” sound is called Epsilon, and written “Ε” or “ε” when lowercase.

I’m not asking for a show about Greek mythology to be hyper realistic, I’m just asking that when one of its premises is that the main characters have brains that are “hardwired for Ancient Greek” that they at the very least double check with someone who knows the language, or at the very least a phonetic guide to the Greek alphabet, to confirm the signs at Camp Halfblood would be easy to ready/likely to be made by someone fluent in that language.

I’d love to be proven wrong and see the show actually make reference to the incorrect usage of the letters. Surely on a show with this much focus on Ancient Greece would know better.

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 3 - Catholic Character Tournament

Nico art credit @bleeding-ambrosia

Propaganda below ⬇️

Puss in Boots Propaganda

they don’t say it out loud but he is from spain like real life spain and they heavily imply via directly referencing the virgin of Guadelupe that it’s just normal real life catholicism. and he doesn’t steal from churches. so it’s, like, an 80% chance that he’s catholic

Nico

He can shadow travel (kind of like teleporting) and one time I heard someone say that he would (non canonically) teleport to the Vatican for church. He is also the son of a Greek god and still extremely catholic coded.

But Nico wasn’t someone I would ever want as an enemy. He was deceptively quiet. He appeared anaemic and frail. He kept himself on the periphery. But Will was right about how much Nico had been through. He had been born in Mussolini’s Italy. He had survived decades in the time-warp reality of the Lotus Casino. He’d emerged in modern times disoriented and culture-shocked, arrived at Camp HalfBlood, and promptly lost his sister Bianca to a dangerous quest. He had wandered the Labyrinth in self-imposed exile, being tortured and brainwashed by a malevolent ghost. He’d overcome everyone’s distrust and emerged from the Battle of Manhattan as a hero. He’d been captured by giants during the rise of Gaia. He’d wandered Tartarus alone and somehow managed to come out alive. And, through it all, he’d struggled with his upbringing as a conservative Catholic Italian male from the 1930s and finally learned to accept himself as a young gay man.

The Trials of Apollo V: The Tower of Nero Chapter 10

[cerberusfavorite]

Overly-Specific Character Profile

Created by @riordanverserpdatabase

Character Name: Maverick

Age: 19

What they usually smell like: Smoke and Sandalwood

Their go-to drink: Coffee

Do they alter their clothes?: No, he has no sewing knowledge

How do they sleep: E V E R Y W H E R E, He is a mover in his sleep and tends not to wake up in the same place the next day. He only manages to stay a little still is when he cuddles someone to sleep

The weirdest dream they had: That his dad (Hades) had dragged him into the underworld for a coordination to be the next God of the Underworld so he could take a vacation, only for Mav to be siting on the throne totally naked and being yelled at by his birth mom.

Do they wear designer brands: On occasion. Maverick isn’t really attached to any brand in particular, though he loves Vans

How often do they shower: Given they live at a summer camp, winter will be usually up to 3 days between with summer moving days to 1-2, depending on the activities

How many steps are in their skincare routine: 1, soap (Yes, you read that right. He uses the same soap from his body to his face)

What are they afraid of: His Birth Parents, Failure, heights, loud noises, balloons

Are they a germaphobe: Yes

Which parent are they closest to and why: Hades. While he might have not been there in the touching, physical sense, Maverick had always had a special sort of feeling. When Maverick’s religious parents would make him pray, he found that the ‘God’ that would listen every time, no matter what it was about, turned out to be Hades. Money would appear in times of his need in subtle ways, things would turn out better in most situations. When Maverick finally prayed one night about a decision that would end up taking him physically to Hades, his dad even appeared to him, encouraging him not to, then guided him out and gave him everything he needed to leave to Camp Halfblood. Maverick is very protective of his dad, and still prays to him every week, and will often say a few words to his Step-mom, offering them both food at dinner.

Their favorite food and why they like it: Potatoes, usually in fry form and covered in another food (Like Poutine, or nacho cheese) It’s filling and can always be different, paired with another food or eaten on it’s own

Any accessories they wear with special meanings: The bracelet Peter gave them to connect him to the Poly, a simple black cord with the camp beads and a silver skull in the middle with red gems in the eyes that he had since being a child, along with rings given as birthday gifts

Something they would never tell anyone: His history with his birth family, and his fear of ballon’s

Something they wish everyone knew about them: He’s always open to talking to anyone and everyone, not matter the God or Demigod

If deified, what would their domain be: God of Grieving, Death Guide for Animals, and Last Wills of the Dead

Are they sure of their sexuality or questioning: Questioning, given Maverick was sure he was Gay until he met Jesse

Their favorite genre for movies: Animated/ Family movies, given they are usually very good and always have a happy ending

A unique and unusual power they have: Maverick is able to actually touch ghosts, given his ability to hear them and offers his assistance to those with their final unheard wishes. He can pass on messages by being a conduits between the ghost he can see and hear, touching them and also touching the person they intent to speak to.

Short Answer Question:

If there was a spider in the house, what do they do?

Call Peter to handle it, and carries Ryder outside to relax and stay away from the scary bug

When they like someone, how do they show it? (Romantically or Platonically)

Romantically: A lot of touching and flirting, given Maverick hasn’t received a lot of touch ever in his life, he saves it only for the people he is really attracted to. He tends to be repulsed by touch from anyone else

Platonically: Seeking them out, asking them questions, offering to do services for them. Maverick is usually reserved, so him going out of his way means he is intending to impress

If they woke up as the opposite gender, what would they do first:

Lock themselves into their bedroom

[elekinetic]

Hi Ella!!! Byler PJO AU, what cabins are Mike and Will in at Camp Halfblood?

Bonus: any other ST characters cabins you wanna answer

HELLOOO my time has come. hmm. on one hand i love love love mike + nancy being athena kids.

however, i think athena fits will so very well. will the wise, for one, but also athena = weaving = artistic and will is incredibly intelligent. i feel like a lot of will’s sass comes from people not recognizing the obvious or him “telling it like it is” (i.e. that’s why you have no friends?, bc it’s true!, angela??). will is always right (except when he’s wrong, but he’s too stubborn to realize bc he’s so convinced he’s doing the right thing).

if we’re going w athena!will, i really dig hermes!mike. mike is kind of a jack of all trades, still looking for his place. he reminds me a lot of luke’s headstrong thinking (with less fascism, obviously). he really values friendship and has a little bit of the mischievous nature that comes w being in the hermes cabin. he’s also very smart and a natural leader. i think those traits are often overlooked in the hermes cabin, but they’re there!

other rapid fire headcanons: aphrodite!lucas, hephaestus!dustin, ares!max. unsure where i want el rn…maybe ares or zeus. if we erase stancy from canon i think steve would also fit hermes v well.

it has just occurred to me that we could also very much go for an oracle of delphi!will. that would be cool too.

[aquamanandfriends]

Aftermath [Theron/Carson]

@deluca-demigods continued in beta from [x]

A vague semblance of a laugh shook her shoulders. It wasn’t exuberant, like normal. No head being thrown back and feet stomping. But it was the closest she had had since before Rory passed a few days prior. “You’ll be fine.” She took him the long way around camp, easing them through trees and walking casually when they were in open space. The blonde said few, but her smile was sharper than her blade when she led him through the dusky evening towards where the cars were kept. Predictably, Carson had made a copy of her brother’s keys. Even more predictably, his was the expensive and sleek Mitsubishi. “Buckle up,” she whispered, tossing him the keys and casually walking up to the door. History proved the more you ran for what you wanted the more likely you were to get caught.

"Damn," Theron let out a whistle when he saw which car they were taking. "Alright then," he grinned catching the keys without even looking up. He unlocked the doors and eagerly slipped into the drivers side. "Burritos here we come," he grinned. Theron looked to Carson, "So, I have this rule usually; driver picks the music but," he smirked and shot her a wink. "I'll let you just this once." Theron hoped that all these little things would help cheer her up. Even if they did encounter a monster out in the mortal realm, maybe a small fight would help her feel better about everything too.

[deepsharkpastasuitcase]

The Ragnarök Chronicles is a long term roleplay series set in a world of gods, men, and all those in between. Starting with “The Lost Torc”, the series begins with four powerful demigods who embark on a quest to retrieve a stolen ‘necklace’ before Midwinter, an ancient celebration that simultaneously marks the winter solstice, and the first day of Yule.

If they fail in their efforts to reclaim Freyja’s Torc before then, the war that’s been threatened for the past hundreds of years will at last be on their doorstep, and the fragile peace that’s held the realms together will finally shatter.

Now set between a rock and a hard place, these eclectic heroes shall learn what it means to be a champion for the gods and in time will learn the true price of heroism and understand the powers which become them. The Ragnarök Chronicles will show what happens to those who deem to mess with fate and why none of us can escape our destinies— no matter how hard we try.

mentions of dark themes will be brought up throughout this roleplay. if you find yourself sensitive to such subjects, please do not join. (ex. war/war crimes, blood, death/dead bodies/corpses, religious blasphemy, & mild misogyny. )

Rules

i. This is an advanced literate to novella level role-play. If you struggle to hit the word limit continuously, please do not bother applying. This roleplay is intended to be long term, so if you are a rather busy person or are frankly unreliable do not join either.

ii. If roleplaying on discord isn’t to your fancy then this is not the roleplay for you.

iii. Realistic and consistent face claim’s only. No celebrity’s.

iv. WIP’s are accepted, though I will not be accepting wikis without even a semblance of a template nor will I be accepting profile links. All wiki links must come from this amino.

v. No GODMODDING/OP’NESS/MARY-SUES allowed. Only the organizer will be capable of controlling other parties, both npc and oc alike, for purposes of moving the roleplay forward. Please do not control any one else’s characters without the host/other users permission.

vi. Do not wait for an interaction/for someone to interact with your OC. It is not an excuse for you to not write a response.

vii. Do not mini-mod/nor spam the chat.

viii. No 18+ & No discriminatory language.

ix. This roleplay is my interpretation of a Nordic Camp Halfblood, but no further knowledge of PJO or the Magnus Chase series is needed to apply for this roleplay. Having any prior knowledge of Norse mythology (while definitely helpful) is not needed!

x. If you have any lingering questions, please do not be afraid to either comment them down below or pm me. Thank you for reading!

If you find yourself to be interested and want to know more, please submit the following form in my pms through discord at @midsommar #3933

Form:

alias/your name, age & pronouns.

timezone + a writing sample (one that shows your current writing style)

[slaughterlocked]

[ tag drop 2: ALTERNATE VERSES. descriptions under cut. ]

( i. you can never go back: future verse. )

As a college student, William is obsessed with thoughts of time travel. This doesn’t mean he expects to wake up years in the future, confronted by his future self & his victims. Struggling to stay ‘good’ when it seems natural to go ‘bad’, William is twenty one in this verse and trying very, very hard not to fuck things up as much as his future self has… but the fear of death and discovery of remnant might just ruin any good intent he has. MORE TBA.

( ii. seeing myself look back: past verse. )

William’s terrible, horrible, not good, very bad time in Cassidy’s hellscape ends prematurely when he finds himself years in the past, alive and healthy and with all his memories of the future. Plagued by this knowledge he shares with nobody, he works tirelessly to change everything — for better or for worse. MORE TBA.

( iii. icing the bruises: regret verse. )

Suzie dies, then Evan. then Charlie, Jeremy, Fritz, Gabriel, Cassidy. And then it’s like William is awake for the first time in months. Realizing what he’s done and totally panicking, William runs, confessing nothing to nobody and trying to outrun his demons. He changes his name, abandons his loved ones, and very determinedly does NOT think about remnant. Not at all. Drawn back by rumours of the animatronics being “possessed” and fearing the worst, William faces his past, characteristically awfully. MORE TBA.

( iv. bleeding until the sun sets: thg verse. )

Generic THG verse. William is tribute, victim, killer, victor, adored, mentor, capitol turncoat. He does not side with the revolution. He won’t bite the hand that feeds. Takes place at any point in his journey: from being a tribute, being a mentor, or the revolution itself. MORE TBA.

( v. blocking fate’s path: pjo verse. )

What drives a halfblood to kill its own kind? After a quest gone wrong gets a loved one killed and turns Camp Half Blood into a place of hatred, William, son of Hephaestus, begins experimenting. The lifespans & bodies of halfbloods are powerful, and William is determined to find the perfect way to harness the powers of each and every damn god on Mount Olympus. This verse can take place before / during / after early Camp days, the quest, the post-quest return to Camp, or his adult life experimenting with halfbloods in his quest to gain leverage over the gods. MORE TBA.

( vi. residue of a stranger’s life: reincarnation verse. )

James Atton is a normal thirty-three year old who suffers from odd dreams and has a weird fascination with FazEnt. That’s all, right? Of course not ! The reincarnation & spitting image of William Afton, the memories of James’s past life are hidden very sloppily behind a wall in his mind he refuses to touch. But when he gets sucked into the mess of Security Breach, he finds himself getting closer and closer to his old memories — though really, REALLY doesn’t want to get them back when he remembers how things ended up...

( vii. there was love. nothing changed: book / game verse. )

My version of William is different from how I’d play his book & game verse. For now, these are classed as the ‘same’ verse in my head just because I treat them as if they’re the same guy, but when I begin fleshing out further, this may change. Also liable to change with the next movie / as I reread the books. MORE TBA.

( viii. a wound you can’t stop picking: survival verse. )

At twenty-three, William is springlocked. He survives. At forty-four, he's springlocked again - and survives this too. On his third lease of life, he takes on the identity of James Atton, new Head of FazEnt, and maintains his immortality through the help of Vanessa and the animatronics he's corrupted via their programming. But third time's not always the charm, and another springlock incident might just be the end of him...

( ix. something very far removed: horror verse. )

Generic horror verse. Default takes place before William’s springlock death in ‘94 unless otherwise specified. MORE TBA.

( x. a more selective conscience: superhero verse. )

Born with no superhuman abilities whatsoever, it isn’t long before William shakes off his old life in England and reinvents himself as a college student in America. Ruthlessly experimenting on himself in order to gain some kind of power, his wish is granted: the ability to grant life, if in a twisted manner. The only problem is, it takes death first. A terrible incident that takes the life of his youngest son leads William to attempt to discover exactly how his power works: and discovers remnant along the way.

( xi. a longing that kills: dark academic verse. )

Generic dark academia verse. Equipped with almost two decades of resentful ambition and a morbid longing for the picturesque, William is a young college student, with blood on his hands and an alibi on his tongue. MORE TBA.

( xii. faith moving mountains: orel verse. )

A respected politician, William's father moves the Afton family to Moralton, a strange town where all eyes turn suspiciously to the new kid on the block who smokes cigarettes at nighttime and mumbles his way through hymns. It's hard to survive in a town like this, and, exposed at every turn, William seeks comfort in Sinville and any surrounding areas he can turn to, dreaming of a life where God does not watch him wherever he goes.

( calliopish: t.ma verse. )

information here.

( xiv. the blood in your mouth: tlo.u verse. )

When the virus takes over and destroys the world as he knows it, William adapts like the cockroach he is. Surviving by the skin of his teeth, he jumps ship and finds himself managing a group of very desperate, very naive people. It's easy to convince them he's their savior, even when it's the furthest thing from the truth, and for the most part, he enjoys a relatively cushy life in the sanctuary. Open for any apocalypse/end-of-the-world scenario, though specific here to TLOU verses! MORE TBA.

( xv. no more half measures: brbra verse. )

William's business-oriented mind gives him pause when he discovers remnant for the first time, and it's not long before, teaming up with a few... unscrupulous people... he becomes known across the country for his mysterious product that gives users enhanced strength, durability, and even, rumors claim, extend your lifespan. He spends his time torn between the Fazbear name, avoiding being caught (by police and dealers alike), immersed in his own experiments, and running a very successful empire on remnant. But good fortune only takes the Aftons so far, and William has bitten off way, WAY more than he can chew this time. MORE TBA.

( xvi. something so undoing: arcane verse. )

MORE TBA.

[infernoforged-archived]

It’s about time I made one of these! Depending on the time I have, I will post starters for this post as soon as I can (I’m a college student after all)

If you like or reblog for a starter and want something specific, please tell me in a reaction or in a private message, if nothing is specified I will give you a random canon verse starter!

Starters probably won’t be very long unless inspiration hits me.

Here are the options with the links for the verses! Not all have been written out yet, you can ask me about those For the royal verse, if your muse is a royal too, inform me about it

★ Canon verse ★ Mer verse ★ Teacher verse ★ College verse ★ Highschool verse ★ Galra verse ★ Hogwarts verse ★ Camp Halfblood verse ★ Mythical verse ★ ABO verse (specify alpha/beta/omega) ★ Royal verse ★ NSFW (specify smut/gore)

Also, if you want to ship I’d be happy to discuss it! MUTUALS ONLY

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: ✌ NIKE: Goddess of Victory 🏆

Author's note: Hello everyone! In lieu of posting the major gods demigod headcanons, here is the minor gods version!As usual these headcanons will contain what it's like being claimed and what it's like for the respective god and cabin, followed by a small story between you, the reader, and the respective demigod of that god. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! [PJO MINOR GODS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST] Disclaimer: To new fans or strictly TV watchers of the PJO series, future spoilers for the entire PJO series books will be referenced. Read at your own risk.

When you get claimed, it’s after winning. It could be beating an arm wrestling match, winning at rock paper scissors, you get the gist. 

The desire to win is so strong that it’s borderline obsessive.

Competitive is the defining word for a child of Nike. 

You have the last laugh- even if you lose at that moment, you’ll find yourself winning in the end, even if you have to play the long game. 

Perfection, or near perfection, is also part of your drive. It may not have to do with everything and anything, but it is there.

You’re athletic as heck as Athletics fall under her domain. If you weren’t before, well, not if Nike has something to say about it. Consider it the equivalent of Aphrodite’s blessing, where her children are blessed with perfect makeup and hair, except in your case, you have a boost in athletic skill, intelligence, and etc. Even if you have a chronic disease or disability, Nike has you covered in ways you didn’t know were possible. 

If you aren’t competitive, you’ll start to feel the need to win when you see someone outpacing you. This often leads to a choking hazard when more than once, a child of Nike overheard a “Let’s see who can eat the fastest!” or something of that degree. If one child of Nike starts doing it, then another will follow, and a chain of Nike children are shoveling food into their mouths. Then the sheer energy produced by the chain of children of Nike affects everyone else. Food competitions and food fights, especially, are banned in Camp Halfblood for these reasons. This is one of the few times Mr. D intervened with his godly power with his own, and oh boy. 

In games like Truth or Dare, they will definitely commit. You can imagine what’ll happen. The Hermes cabin is banned from asking or starting a Truth or Dare game when there are children of Nike around. It was not pretty. Limits were tested and broken. Absolute truths unbearable to hear as everyone felt some emotional reaction; but mostly unbearable, intense second-hand embarrassment that some just walked out of. Impossible challenges were met and there was much, much regret. Travis and Connor Stoll are, as expected, the perpetrators of this ban. 

Spite. So much Spite. You will do things out of pure spite. Being kind out of spite is also on the table. You can be even spiteful out of spite. How that works, I have no idea and only you know.

Any form of congratulatory tokens are handled by the children of Nike; especially the Laurels. 

You have a natural affinity with a child of Athena, due to her connection Athena, but also children of Ares. This is mostly due to the fact of their domain of war.

The bit of having a natural affinity with a child of Athena or Ares is crucial because more likely than not, they will either enable you or they will be the ones to pull you back and give you a down to earth level. This is usually done by the children of Athena, but when an Ares’ child does it? Oh then you know, a line has been crossed.

Depending on how many Nike children there are, Chiron does his best to split you guys in the middle, and put one half in the team with the Are’s team, and the other half with the Athena’s team. This is to balance out of the gods on the behest of the Nemesis cabin due to…incidents. Very bloody and catastrophic incidents. 

Likewise on never challenging a child of Nike, this also applies vise-versa. NEVER ACCEPT A CHILD OF NIKE’S CHALLENGE. YOU WILL LOSE. YOU WILL REGRET IT. A CHILD OF NIKE’S CHALLENGE IS ONE THEY KNOW THEY WILL ABSOLUTELY, GUARANTEED WIN. [Accept at your own risk and peril.] 

There’s a 120% guarantee that a child of Nike will take any challenge with any sort of prize. It doesn’t matter if it’s something very minor like a cheap toy, they will do what it takes to win it. The icing on the cake? There’s a rumour that there’s an actual prize that Nike herself promised to her children that whoever wins the most by the end of the year, they will receive a prize from herself. Most people know it's a golden laurel, but there’s a rumour that they could earn a pair of golden wings much like Nike herself (of course a dumb down version but still very powerful regardless). The kicker about this? The bar is set higher every year; where the children of Nike must win at least above the minimum from the previous year. The bar is constantly moving. No one’s sure if it’ll end. 

Don’t worry though, the children of Nike have (some sort of) honour in winning. Sure they might use tricks and schemes to win, but there won’t be any dirty or easy wins from them. They’ll earn their win as fairly/honourably/squarely as it can be. On the other hand, if it’s an easy win or win by default, some children of Nike might not take it. 

You were coming down from the high of winning and the claim of Nike over your head. When Chiron announced who your godly parent was, you thought “Yeah that sounds about right” and as you were basking in the afterglow, you heard incessant yelling from the distance that was quickly getting louder. 

People were either moving to the side, diving and pushing others to get out of the way, and those who didn’t were bouldered over by a pair of identical twin girls. They both had brown hair and were practically pushing at each others’ heads, while rushing towards you while trying to push the other away, but inevitably were knocking others around them down.

They looked around before their eyes locked on you and you froze like a deer in the headlights as they barreled over to you as they both stuck their hands out at the same time, and yelled in your face excitedly,

“Hi! I’m Holly Victor, child of Nike and cabin leader!” “Hi! I’m Laurel Victor, child of Nike and cabin leader!” 

Their words sounded like you were hearing stereo and you were reeling from everything. Upon instinct, your hands both stuck out to take their hands and before you could even think of introducing yourself back, the twins snapped their heads at each other and they glowered, 

“Hey I was first! No, I was! Stop copying me! I won first!” they both said and your head was spinning. 

You stammered out an introduction, as helpless at it may be but they’re focus turned to you just as you finished saying, “-and who are you guys…?”

Before the two girls could even think to explain first, Chiron stepped from behind them and placed his hands on their heads to get them to stop. 

“They’re Laurel and Holly Victor, twin sisters and daughters of Nike, just like you. They’re also the cabin leaders of the Nike cabin” he introduced. 

“But aren’t there supposed to be one cabin leader…?” 

“Normally yes, however, when deciding who would, being children of Nike, the two argued and fought for a very long time to be cabin leader before we all agreed it was better for both sisters to be cabin leaders.”

You paled at your future being at the Nike cabin as you prayed to your godly parent for strength, but remember they got this from Nike, and more importantly-

The Victor twins both grinned and shook your hands at the same time, “Welcome to the Nike cabin, new sibling!”  

You just stared at them and thought, ‘This is going to redefine sibling rivalry in all history of sibling rivalry”