#pjo writing

[castellandiary]

‘ how down bad can you get? ’ ꩜ pjo & hoo boys !

〢 chatterbox .ᐣ.ᐟ took inspo from this queen @ bvrnesher so yey sorry it was so tea queen sorry dvdr by hyuneskkami !!! also soryie it’s a lil short but i hope u guys like it n somethin halloweeny will drop soon (like maybe 3 weeks… umm.)

percy is so down bad. like. down down bad. like. straight to hell kind of down bad. can you even blame him? his fatal flaw is quite literally loyalty. so yes, he’s down bad straight all the way into purgatory!! literally cannot stop bragging about you to everybody and every moving and living thing on camp. sob. the little baby campers are sick of the tall water boy talking about his ‘wife’. save them!!

luke loses his sense of manners and elegance when he sees you. mentally screaming and losing his mind. when you so much as glance at him across the room, his whole train of thought derails. and he deserves an oscar for how well he can keep up his relaxed facade but as soon as your alone? baby your gone. hands all grabby and his mind is all in the gutter. sorry baby.

jason tries his damndest not to lose his modesty when you so much as brush your hand against his. it’s pathetic, loser-like and he knows it. he insists on walking you everywhere (gentlemen!!!), and still blushes every time you kiss his cheek like it’s the very first time. he’s soo down bad, even if he doesn’t show it as much.

will is so down bad he can’t stop touching you. always asking to hold hands, interlocking pinkies underneath the table, all that stuff. and somehow— somehow he’s finding reasons to kiss you everywhere and play with your hair. and as much as it is embarrassing to admit, there were times you and will were almost caught kissing in the staff room. haha. they have it on camera, you’re both done for.

nico tries to act nonchalant and unbothered by you he’s secretly down bad. the type of down bad that has him screaming into his pillow at night because of how much he misses it when your play with his hair and whispers sweet nothings in his ear. his whole world narrows to you when you’re near, and the rare moments he lets you see him soft are proof enough of how much he adores you.

frank is completely gone. undone and a flustered mess. he watches you do mundane, everyday tasks and his heart implodes on the spot. how’d i get so lucky?, he’d ask while putting a hand over his heart. 10/10 lover boy!!

leo is hopelessly down bad when he’s with you—he’ll drop every project in bunker nine the second you ask for his attention, build you the most ridiculous little gadgets just to see you smile, and spend hours memorizing every tiny thing that makes you laugh, because to him, being yours is better than any invention he could ever create. gods, you have him in a chokehold (dear gods please help him).

[hyacinthine-rewrites]

rereading some of my rewrite

prob gonna post the first chapter soon

but oh my gods

Percy

Percy no

^ what I’m referring to

[punkflame]

My biggest fear after getting back into writing since *basically* 2023 is accidentally 'copying' someone 😭

Like idk what's going on in the fic space anymore. What big, popular fics people love. What cool ideas that didn't blow up but have so much love and care in them people have out out there.

Like, e all play in the same sandbox here but I'd just be so upset to do so.

[mo-the-gremlin-dandelion]

Stupid Idea I Had:

Chiron: Hera? What are you doing here?!

Hera: *completely serious* I'm here to visit my children.

Chiron: *shocked & confused* I- What children?!

Mr.D: You finally cheated on Zeus?! Good for you!

Hera: No, I have standards.

Mr.D & Chiron: Then who-

Argus & Jason walk through the door.

Hera: Hello boys!

-

Since Hera created him, I always headcanoned that Argus lived in Cabin 2. So I say that Jason moved in with him because Juno was more of a parent to him than Jupiter ever was (and in canon, that's not saying much, but she still cared more than either of Jason's bio parents).

[reticent-solivagant-storm]

"Father please!"

The cry rips from his throat, dropping his sword as his hand goes limp, trapped in the monsters horrible grip as the love of orion's life lays nearly lifeless just inches from him.

"P-please."

He gasps weakly, his summoned skeletons begining to crumble as his power faded with his life.

"I c-can't save him. Y-you promised-"

The sky shakes with thunder as the earth begins to crack, opening a huge crator, the monsters hand still holding Orion its blade still pushing slowly into his neck, enjoying orion's whimpers as the drops of blood turned to a stream and Orion began to scream, tears and dizziness clouding his vision.

This was it, he really was going to die. The crater was open, but Alex and Magnus wouldn't make it in time, and both Life and Death would die.

The blade was pressing harder now, as orion's eyes searched frantically, for something, anything to help him, his eyes landed on Achillen's, his dark brown hair and honey eyes, he was the most beautiful boy in the world, and he was going to die, he looked just beside him at his satchel, the child still sleeping, Orion and Achillen may die, but Xiao wouldn't, Hestia's child would live, Alex and Magnus weren't far behind, they'd save her.

You can't save her, the child will be mine

"No!"

Orion shouted, scream ripping from his throat as a huge hellhound walked towards the satchel, bearing it's teeth.

Orion's power was fully gone now, blood gushing from his wounds, voice hoarse, and body limp

"I'm sorry dad."

He whispered, eyes squeezing shut as the hellhound's master reached Xiao.

"Don't be my son, you have made me so very proud."

The god of the underworld's voice shakes the earth, skeletons and hellhounds rising from the ground in a shroud of mist, Hades himself appears, in his pinstripe suit and hat, a sad smile appearing when he sees Orion's broken spirit and limp body.

"You are safe now, my son, I will take care of this, rest."

Orion passes out as Stygian iron hits against skin.

[blu3razz-and-insanity]

Writing: Birthdays. - Alone.

(Not an rp interactive post! Just some writing. :D)

TW: suicidal thoughts, mentions of throwing up.

It was always there. That deep rooted emptiness. It had been there since his sixteen birthday. The day the battle of Manhattan ended, the day he was supposed to die. The day it was supposed to be over.

He was never supposed to live this long—and now Percy didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t planned. Sure, he’d fantasized. Maybe he’d go to college, major in something Annabeth would approve of. Maybe he’d get a nice house somewhere away from the city, visit his friends every once in a while, get a dog. Percy always wanted one.

But he never expected he would get one—he wasn’t gonna live that long. Except now he had. That wasn’t right—he was meant to die. That was his purpose. He saved Olympus, sacrificed his life, and boom. It was over. His life had mattered. That’s what was supposed to happen.

But….but now….

The wind whistled outside, the bathroom window cracked open slightly—cold air poured in through the cracks in the screen. The candle flame flickered.

Perseus had grown numb to the cold floor underneath him by now, and now just stared blankly ahead. Somewhere behind the door he sat against, a water fountain trickled. He should’ve messaged his mom. But it was too late by now. She’d be asleep.

The son of Poseidon’s hands shook slightly, cupping the cupcake in his hands. Chocolate and blueberry. Yum. He’d probably end up throwing it all up in an hour anyway.

There were pills under the sink. Probably a full bottle. It would be so easy. They were right there.

Maybe another birthday.

The candle was starting to melt all over the frosting, adding an icky layer of white and blue. A shaky sigh left him, and Percy slowly pulled his knees up to his chest.

“Happy birthday to me.” The candle died.

[ @meepmoopmaap @theorphicforest @zippyskyfalls @glitchyk .]

[itscal-theimp]

WAHOO I FINALLY GOT MY WRITING CAP ON AFTER 5 YEARS!!

Anyway, I decided to write some Darla stuff about self worth and stuff, ya know the sillies. first time writing in a while so enjoy. Be nice please I will cry

PJO/HOO SPOILERS UNDER CUT!!! READ AT RISK!!

The Great Jason Grace; Praetor of Camp Jupiter with his wise knowledge and noble heart, Toppled the black throne and defeated Titan Krios, Bravely slew the Trojan sea monster against the screams of the waves, and aided the seven on their monumental quest.

Of course there's also The incredible Thaila Grace; Defeated an entire horde of monsters, The Clash of her sword haunting their nightmares, Immortal Hunter of The majestic and insightful Artemis, Both frozen in time Infinitely, Aided in the battle of Manhattan with the other hunters, arrows raining from above! She fought THE Luke Castellon under the control of the titan Kronos himself!

And then there's…me. Darla Czajka; if you can't tell, I only share one parent with the Graces (Hint, The parent is the one with the creepy “I'm staring at you while you're sleeping in the corner” statue in Cabin #1 with godly status ).

As far as I'm aware the only child of Zeus with exactly zero heroic accomplishments to be told as tales, chronic shyness so I can't tell my tales if I even had any, and at least I have the most fun thing any Demi-God could have! An autoimmune disease which keeps me from being any help on quests, sent me to the infirmary several times and turned my hair white! Yay..

I've done some studying about my siblings, and some other notable figures come into the history books, Such as probably one of the most well known Greek heroes “Heracles” There's a whole movie about him!

How am I supposed to compete with that? The most heroic thing I've done is help old ladies who smell like salmon across the busy street while cars honk, drivers yell and drive close to scare me (Chicago and New York are fun places to live) .. From what I've heard, everyone at Camp expects me to do something great like my siblings, something noteworthy, something noble, Like defeating a big strong bad guy with big horns and tusks like a scary chort who smells like old fish while cooking the most perfect fresh Pierogi for the whole camp.

I can't do all that.. I wonder what made Zeus want to stay with my mom? From what I remember, she was just a Polish story teller who decided to move to Chicago to start a business illustrating kids books.

What made Zeus think I'd be any good as his daughter?

Can't change fate, im guessing this whole camp learnt that the hard way.

[wearepansies]

Annabeth likes to tug on Percy’s ears, because she thinks it’s cute how they turn red when he gets flustered.

“Wise girl, do you have to do that while I’m baking?” Percy raised his brows. He mixed the dough as best as he could, with Annabeth clinging to him, at least.

He felt her arm tighten around his waist, and her jaw rest on his shoulder as she kept gently tugging on his right ear.

“Yes,” she smirked. Annabeth gave him a kiss on his cheek, and watched his ear flushed pink, but not before tugging on it lightly again.

Percy sighed.

“What? They’re too cute,” Annabeth protested. “You love it.”

“Not while I’m baking.” He rolled his eyes, lips curling into a smile.”Look, do you want cookies, or not?”

She got off of him, now leaning on the counter. The Daughter of Athena lamented at him with those bored, gray eyes. “Can I at least help you? I feel like a beached hippocampi just sitting here.”

He looked away from her, squinting at the cookie recipe in front of him.”As long as you use sugar instead of salt.”

He glanced back at her just in time for Annabeth to give him a “seriously?” look. He laughed as she elbowed him. Annabeth rolled up her sleeves grumpily. “One time,” she grumbled, as she sprinkled flour on the kitchen top.

“One time too many,” he poked at her, nudging her with his hip.