#PjO

[cringengl]

if we look at the original timeline (aka annabeth and percy being born in 1993) then 2009 was a big year for annabeth bcus not only did the battle of manhattan take place and she finally started dating percy, but also minecraft came out and i think that would be a big deal to her

#i think specifically the pc version cane out in 2009 and i can imagine her using her daedalus laptop to create the most glorious builds ever #sometimes she lets percy play as well but he has to have a separate world #pjo #annabeth chase #percy jackson #percabeth #percy jackson and the olympians #minecraft #1k+ #cntp

[lilislegacy]

percy has been called smart by hazel, reyna, and annabeth (twice).

to say he’s actually dumb is to disagree with those three women. and if you are disagreeing with 3 of the most knowledgeable, capable, and badass characters in the series… what are you even doing?

#stop saying percy is dumb #he is NOT #he just ACTS dumb #because he often says his first thoughts aloud before thinking #and his adhd has so many different effects on him #and because his adhd was never properly handled by his teachers #so #he grew up thinking he’s an idiot #but he’s NOT #percy jackson #annabeth chase #reyna ramirez arellano #hazel levesque #heroes of olympus #percabeth #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #the son of neptune #the house of hades #the demigod files

[desmemoriad-a]

#percabeth #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #iconic duo #wonder duo #annabeth pjo #pjo fandom #percy and annabeth #percy jackson #duo #pjo memes #pjo series #pjo fanfic #pjo tv show #annabeth chase #perseus jackson #percy series #this is percabeth #percy jackon and the olympians

[clingonlikeclingwrap]

Nico n co.

I think Nico deserves a whole legion of older siblings who can mother, manhandle, and annoy the shit out of him (mostly Percy)

#Reyna is his favourite #bc of course #my art #I’m so into the bloody fandom that I’ve read 12 books in four months #pjo fanart #nico di angelo #percy jackson #reyna avila ramirez arellano #jason grace #will solace #solangelo #pjo

[modawg]

i like to think when annabeth and percy get married percy takes annabeths last name

i feel like the name “percy jackson” has so much history connected to so much trauma and it’s known by so many monsters/gods alike that he’s just done with it he just wants a new beginning and takes annabeths last name to symbolize that

maybe they name their first kid jackson giving that name a new meaning

instead of jackson the name following destroyer attached to a killer of thousands of monsters a hero of olympus twice over its jackson, maybe just jack for short, a baby something of life a kid who gets to grow up a kid rather then a soldier someone meant to live not told to die

i like the idea that no one really thinks that’s gonna happen maybe sally jokes with annabeth that she’ll be the new mrs jackson maybe people even talk about the power that name holds (literally lmao)

then during one of the nights their planning their wedding they’re curled up together percy’s head against her chest getting ready for bed and percy confesses how much that name has haunted him

maybe annabeth confesses that she’s always liked her last name and though she didn’t care enough to fight against the name change she’s more then happy to keep it

maybe she’s the first person to call percy by that new name that night, whispering it against the top of his head

perseus chase, percy chase, mrs and mr chase

maybe it doesn’t roll off the tongue the same way but maybe that’s also the whole point

#pjo #mortal life🤨 #hoo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #heros of olympus #hoo fandom #pjo fandom #hoo text post #pjo text post #hoo/pjo #annabeth chase and percy jackson #annabeth pjo #annabeth chase #percabeth #percy jackson fanfic

[sunshines-child]

Sometimes, it’s hard to interact with Nico. Even Hazel has to admit that. No, it’s not his father, no, it’s not how he chants the names of the dead, well at least not for Hazel, no. It’s how the souls cling on to him, like he is the anchor in the wild sea. When he laughs, sweet as nectar, it is like you can hear the joy of the spirits with him, as if they’ve heard that they can return just one more time, to apologize, to say their goodbyes, to say “it’s not your fault” and “I love you” When he sobs, you hear the wails of the souls in the Lethe, alone, forgotten. You can feel the pain of the tormented, the Acheron spilling from his mouth. His rage is unkempt, rage like the souls in Punishment, rage like Achilles who sits by the Styx, rage of the many souls who never got a life they truly lived. It’s not his fault. You know that. Hazel knows that. Everyone does. But when he speaks, and his voice mixes like wine with the voices of the ones you loved, the ones you cherished, you have to turn away. No wonder the boy stopped speaking. What torture would it be, to hear his sister when he spoke? Or his mother when he cried? How painful.

#pjo #pjo hoo toa #pjo shitpost #nicodiangelo #nico di angelo #nico di angelo headcanon #pjo show #percy jackson

[percabethownsmybutt]

annabeth: what happened to percy?

grover: he died

annabeth: he what?!

grover: he died, but he’s okay

annabeth: …can you please clarify?

percy: clarification is for the weak

#annabeth chase #incorrect quotes #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo incorrect quotes #pjo tv show #walker scobell #incorrect pjo quotes #pjo series #leah sava jeffries #pjo #pjo spoilers #pjo fandom #percabeth #grover underwood #greek mythology #riordanverse #incorrect riordanverse #rick riordan

[demigods-posts]

i have this headcanon that percy's personal hurricane functions like a skirt. it's impossible to notice when you're witnessing the hurricane from afar. but if you're watching it from above. each time he spins. it does a little twirl. and it lifts like a feather in the wind when he jumps off of buildings. this man is hurricane-skirt sea prince.

#hurricane-skirt sea prince #the most unhinged but truest thing i've said all day #i'm pushing this sofia the first parallel and you can't stop me #'i was a girl in the village doin alright' #'then i became a princess over night' #'now i gotta figure out how to do it right' #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #pjo headcanon #percy jackson #percy jackson headcanon

[mediumgayitalian]

The crooked, creaky door of the cluttered infirmary storage room pushes open and slams shut in the span of a second, just barely allowing someone to dart through. Nico jumps, banging his head on the shelf he’s hiding under, chomping full force on his lip to bite back a shout. The shadows, on lucky reflex, bend around him and shroud his face. The rest of him he tucks further into the forgotten corner between two filing cabinets, holding his breath.

Under the unflattering light of the single swinging lightbulb, Will looks dull.

A thin headband attempts to hold back his frizzy hair, although it does very little. Curls stick out oddly and many shorter hairs are plastered to his temples and the back of his neck. His skin is unusually lacklustre, even pale, except for the high flush around his cheekbones. The bruising under his eyes rivals Nico’s. He has been wearing the same scrubs for the last two days.

With one last look at the closed door, nothing but garbled voices filtering through the heavy wood, he slumps. He drops his face into his chapped and bleeding hands, heels pressed into his eyes, and holds them there for ten seconds, twenty. Slowly, with trembles so minute they are at first glance unnoticeable, his shoulders begin to shake. The long fingers flexed and tensed around his forehead curl tightly, and he twitches, whole body trembling, teeth sunk hard into his bottom lip to stop his chin from quivering.

It does not work.

The first sob is quiet. He catches it quickly, forcing it back down, breathing heavily through his nose and out his mouth to beat it back. The second follows quickly, though, and it’s harder to choke down. When his face crumples, his resolve goes with it, and his knees hit the floor, sharp crack swallowed by the stillness of the room. He curls forward until his nose nearly hits his knees, hands sliding through his hair and over his ears and settling finally clutching together in the dip of his chest, bouncing with every heave of his chest. It’s quiet, his crying, enough that every dropped tear can be heard as it hits the dusty floor. The only time his sobs are ever audible is when he opens his mouth, trying desperately to soak up enough air to catch himself, to carry himself through.

Mute horror holds Nico’s tongue hostage.

He’d escaped in here the second Will had been called away this morning, dragged for the umpteenth time to handle a crashing patient or a complicated hymn or to soothe someone’s nerves. For the past two days he’s been doing his best to monitor Nico and a handful of other front liners who’d exhausted themselves in battle, but his focus has been split and the infirmary has been crowded. Whenever he runs off to put out whatever fire had cropped up — sometimes literally — the whispers start, the glances, the skin crawling up Nico’s back. Nico can hardly tell anymore what’s the shadows and what’s the people around him, watching him out of the corners of their eyes like they’re waiting for him to bust out a scythe and a black hooded cloak and start reaping.

The storage room is supposed to be an escape. Out of the way and forgotten as it is, it is supposed to be the place he can hide for an hour, escape the heavy gaze of the rest of the camp, collect himself before braving it all again.

Clearly, though, he’s not the only one who thinks so.

There’s something disorienting about seeing Will Solace cry. In the few times Nico has spoken with him during his visits to camp, he’s been a barely-contained explosion of energy, whether talking Nico’s ear off with updates about people he barely knows and references he hardly understands or cussing him out for overextending himself. He’s used — as much as he can be to someone he’s only beginning to really get to know — to his wildly flailing hands and widely playful grin, his loud drawling voice, his painful, constant brightness.

His hands, now, clench until they’re bloodless, trembling. There is no hint of his wide smile or twinkling eyes, because his face is hidden by all the hair that his given up on the pretence of the hairband, and the only sound from him are his gasping breaths and swallowed-back sobs. Nico watches him because he cannot look away. He flinches because every cry, every rough, scraping inhale, sounds like shattering rock, like an iceberg breaking off a glacier.

A quiet beeping startles them both.

For a stretch of time Will is motionless. The beeping continues, steady and soft, bouncing off the cluttered shelves and fading before they echo. After the third round — and Nico counts, if anything for something to do besides watch the chafed skin on Will’s hands crack and bleed with every flex — he drags himself upright, nails drawing lines in the thick dust of the floorboards, and rests back on his heels. He breathes for a moment, shuddering, hands pressed flat to his face; in, beep, beep, beep; out, beep, beep, beep. None of his breaths are ever steady, but he wastes no more time, swiping under his eyes and pinching his cheeks to restore his face to some of its usual colour. He grips onto each board of the shelf to his right as he yanks himself upwards, hand over hand, until he’s stretched, finally, to stand, although there remains a slouch to his broad shoulders.

The beeping continues, emanating from the watch on his left hand, growing softer or louder as he trails his fingers over the shelves from one end to the other, from the first, the second, the third. He pauses finally on a collection of bottles, turning them carefully to read the labels, then tucks them each gently into his already bulging pockets until he is left with what he must carry between his fingers.

The shadows bend to cover Nico again as Will turns, unknowingly facing him, and pulls himself suddenly straight-backed, chin set high, shoulders squared. He smiles, wide, fractured, squinting his eyes deliberately. The beeping stops. He breathes, in, smile, out, nod, and turns, striding, back to the door, opening it with flourish and swiping the dust off his clothes.

“Found them! Sorry it took so long, I really had to look —”

The door swings shut behind him, cutting off the rest of his sentence.

Nico stares at it with bile churning in his too-empty stomach.

———

art by the incredible @clingonlikeclingwrap

#will i ever come back and resolve this? who knows! right now i just wanted to inflict sorrow #sorry will you’re a good vessel #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo & will solace #solangelo #will solace angst #angst #hurt no comfort #my writing #fic #longpost #sigh everythint i do seems some meh and lacklustre lately #how unfortunate #maybe i’m losing my touch that would suck so bad #we’ll have to see

[wu-does-art]

pov your autistic boyfriend finally starts unmasking around you

#adding to my “will gets weirder the closer you are to him” agenda #nico is fine with this but also this means his boyfriend will run up and chew on him from time to time #he bite!!!! the bites dont hurt tho. will is gentle #when they're autism #i was gonna say autism x autsim but they are actually autism tumblr #nico di angelo #will solace #the sun and the star #rrverse #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #solangelo #tsats

[apollosfavkiddo]

the jason grace who had dimples. the jason grace that loved to put flowers in his hair. the jason grace who plays the guitar. the jason grace that dreamt with having three kids, two boys and a girl. the jason grace who never showed his weaknesses. the jason grace who tried to make things right with reyna. the jason grace who put his friends beyond himself. the jason grace who needed therapy. the jason grace that just wanted to have a family and settle down. the jason grace who’s favorite food were brownies. the jason grace who wore glasses. the jason grace who loved italian food. the jason grace who had self esteem issues. the jason grace who loved to cuddle. the jason grace who just needed a bit of love.

#all my love 🍀 #postcards from leah #jason grace #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #jason grace x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo

[freddie-77-ao3]

so i've not engaged with the pjo tv show BUT.

there is this one thing that would FASCINATE me if i ever watched the show, and that's how thalia would react to a blond percy jackson, who's the age jason should be, who can cause storms (hurricanes have thunder too, and thalia just remembers how when jason was a grumpy toddler who really only had thalia, he would spark while he had fits), who has those blue eyes (even if the wrong shade). i just

i think that it would be really fascinating and also probably affect their relationship in a really interesting way.

#pjo hoo toa #pjo #riordanverse #pjo series #pjo fandom #thalia grace #jason grace #grace siblings #percy jackson #percy and thalia #big three kids #walker scobell #blond percy jackson

[lilislegacy]

percy and annabeth: *fully clothed, innocently cuddling, both sound asleep*

frank:

#i hope he actually walks in on them one day #can we make that an HC? #i said what i said #i should probably take it back #but i don’t #hehe #percy jackson #percabeth #pjo #heroes of olympus #annabeth chase #frank zhang #mark of athena #friends #mondler #phoebe buffay

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Dearest Covey.

Hello!! It’s me!! I’m here to make a request before it’s too late😞🙏🏻 as usual, Percy Jackson x Aphrodite!fem!reader, maybe a blurb on reader and Percy going shopping?😋 it’s okay if not possible don’t worry!! Take your time:) also tomorrow I’ll send in my usual yapping, im currently mid valorant game as I have died, but anyways as always stay safe, healthy, and hydrated!!

Love always

-🪷

✮⋆˙ c'mon, barbie, let's go shopping!; percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite! reader blurb

content: percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite! reader blurb warning: none! author's note: POOKIE I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK LITERAL DECADES LMAO THAT'S MY BAD FRFR also i had so many ideas for this but also none at the same time???? i live a very confusing life lmao- but the title was just too cute that i couldn't just let this ask slip away from me!! hope all ya percy fans enjoy frfr

"oh, cute!" you mused, gliding your fingers over the navy blue shirt. it felt soft and looked like it would give that perfect sinched look. you pulled it off the rack, taking a good look at the whole shirt. then you heard the squeak of sneakers, looking up just in time to see your darling boyfriend, bending at the hips as he desperately tried to get breath back into his lungs. partly because he saw you and partly because he ran the whole way there from the food court.

"hi...baby," percy managed to huff out after a few minutes, earning him a few giggles and a kiss pressed to the corner of his lips.

"hey! good news on the ice cream situation?" you asked, holding the shirt to your chest as you came to the conclusion you'd buy it, the thought that percy would be drooling over you in it being the deciding factor.

"no ice cream, which is a travesty. but, they got froyo!" percy explained with a shrug, easily draping his arm over your shoulder as he inspected the shirt in your arms.

"you know i love me some foryo. especially when its with yo!" you joked and it left both you and percy cringing.

"that was so bad-"

"im never saying that again," you winced, leaning into percy's hold easily as hie eyes darted down to the shirt in your hold. his lips curled upwards as his eyes returned to your own.

"you want it?" he asked and you rolled your eyes at the boy, shrugging his arm off your shoulders.

"yes. but, perce, im gonna buy it myself-"

"what? blasphemy! you're not supposed to pay for anything anymore. that's the point of having a boyfriend, duh!" percy cut in, making a dive for the shirt in your hold. you were quick to avoid his hands, taking rapid steps backwards and twisting to avoid his grabby fingers.

"back off, foul beast! i have my own money!" you hissed at the boy through your giggles, taking a small jump back as his fingers grazed the tag of the shirt.

"yes! that you, as my stunning, sweet, gorgeous girlfriend, do not have to spend! think of me as your own personal atm machine," argued percy, managing to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you slamming back into his chest. you laughed but leaned away from him the best you could, holding the shirt out as far as possible. but due to his longer arms, he easily snatched it from you and then held it straight into the air. and despite your jumping, you didn't even get close.

"percy," you whined, dragging out the last letter of his name but he just smirked and marched up to the register. and you watched him go, a small shake of your head but a smile nonetheless.

sometimes you wondered who the real child of Aphrodite in this relationship was.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson fandom #perseus jackson #perseus jackson x reader #pjo hoo toa #toa #heroes of olympus #perseus jackson fanfic

[dancing-inasnowglobe]

alexa play dishes breaking by rihanna 🫣🤭

got me giggling n blushing n kicking my feet

#a man a man a maaaaan #luke castellan #charlie bushnell #luke castellan x reader #pjo #percy jackson #charlie bushnell pics #pjo tv show

[modawg]

percy is a very expressive person, when he’s happy it pulls his face into a bright grin, when he’s angry his face is pulled tight, when he’s worried his brows knit together, when he cry’s he can’t stop the tears from falling, he worries his bottom lip and though he’s the son of posídeon he can never fully get rid of the wetness around his eyes

annabeth loves his expressions, she likes being able to read him like that

she has her favorites, his mischievous smile, the curl of his brow

and she has her least favorites, the one she hates, the blank stare he gets after something terrible has happened

the one that means he’s not really there, the one that looks like he’s taken a step back from his mind, it being too horrible for him to watch

she could count the number of times she’s seen it on her hands, she could see him standing there a empty vessel as apollo took rachel his only mortal friend, as they huddled around luke’s dead body, the same with selina, with charlie, when he thought tyson had died

during the war when he would simply watch over new york, telling her about how weird it was to see his friends bodies, children’s bodies, laid out in the city he grew up in. the young memories he had growing up being splattered with blood

she could remember being in the plane flying away from atlas, her arm intertwined with his, he was shaking, one hand holding riptide and the other holding a small statue, gripping them tight like he was scared the shaking would knock them out of his grasp. thalia had told her there was another girl on the quest to get her, bianca di angelo, that the statue was the last of her. she had looked at percy, his forehead pressed against the glass, his eyes almost unseeing. he didn’t say anything.

she could remember when percy had found out sally was gone, when chiron had given her praise calling her brave, percy had stared at a corner of the room, unmoving.

it was a expression annabeth was a little scared of, one she was getting used to after tarturus.

one she still didn’t truly understand how to help with.

one that made her want to hide him away from the rest of the world, curl him into the crook of her neck and never let go

#lets play the can mo stfu abt percy’s trauma game #im not playing #get this boy some therapy #matter of fact get ME some therapy #pjo #hoo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #heros of olympus #hoo fandom #pjo fandom #hoo text post #pjo text post #hoo/pjo #pjo angst #percabeth #annabeth pjo #annabeth chase and percy jackson #annabeth chase #percy and annabeth