Title too be thought of later

Art. Shining things.

[paperbooart]

dont tag this as a ship

[silkirose]

Percy when he found out Tyson was his half-brother

[archiveaccnt]

a percabeth screenshot for all your percabeth needs

[thecottonproject]

I really want to draw more official Percy Jackson fanart but I’m afraid if I get into the fandom before I finish reading, all I’ll find is more spoilers. So for now, quick 10 minute warmup sketches. Water is weird.

[thecottonproject]

Here it is. The first drawing of Percy I ever did. I had no idea what I was getting into. goddamn

[burdge]

Percy just missed you, Annabeth… a lot. 

[staticcolour]

Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.

[toadpeee]

I wish Percy aged in real time, because in less than a month I will be the same age as canon Percy and I am not okay with that

Happy birthday, Hero.

[thesnappsblog]

YUSH!1 I finished this in time for his birthday. I was gonna do only one, but there were so many angles and colors to explore in their underwater kiss I had to do them all. Whoops.

[jeanielamp]

~ After the Monsters are Slain ~

Dedicated to my friend @annalyia <3

[capistrania]

[iconicshrub]

my digital style is always changing but my love for perseus jackson remains eternal

[sosuperawesome]

Aleikats on Tumblr, Instagram and Patreon

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[demidorks]

If there is one thing that fascinates me is to see the changes of Camp Half Blood throughout each new book.

[levitann]

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[mm-mina]

another version of that Hazel drawing

[theartofanimation]

Igor Wolski  -  http://igorwolski.com  -  https://www.youtube.com/user/iquorek1  -  http://igorwolski.tumblr.com  -  https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/igorwolski  -  https://www.instagram.com/wolski.igor  -  https://www.facebook.com/wolski.igor  -  https://www.behance.net/igorwolski  -  https://twitter.com/wolski_igor

[kaiayame]

The team was on a highly classified mission: infiltrate the biggest intergalactic gala in the universe without drawing too much attention to themselves in order to find a mysterious informant. And besides Hunk’s minor wardrobe malfunction revolving around his refusal to remove his well-worn, sweat-soaked orange headband, everything was going as planned; everyone was staying under the radar. But, as always, luck has a tendency to run out. 

After a series of quick dodging motions along the edges of a large buffet table to avoid a wandering, overbearing alien maiden on the hunt, Keith finds himself accidentally (and very awkwardly) standing in the middle of the crowded dance floor. As they whirl past, guests start to stare, and Lance, catching a glimpse of the frozen paladin, chokes on his beverage and shifts into panic mode. Forgoing any sense of formality, he tosses his drink over his shoulder, bolts across the room and grabs hold of Keith, tugging them both into the rhythm of the swarm of swirling couples.

“Umm, hey– Kogane!? Look alive, we need to blend in, remember??” Lance hisses in a shouting whisper, brow furrowed. Keith begins to protest but suddenly feels himself being dipped backwards, one foot flung upwards in a struggle to maintain balance. “Lance!? What are you-” “Shh, listen!,” Lance squints, giving the room a side-eye glance. “I think I’ve got a lead…”