I CALL DIBS ON FRANK

i genuinely don’t understand Nico x Alabaster, someone please explain to me how it makes sense at all

like, isn’t Alabaster around Percy’s age?? A little older, even? And Nico is fourteen when Percy is eighteen?? I understand the FRIENDSHIP being possible, but…dating?? Makes no sense to me, someone dumb it down for my neanderthal brain plz

Atticus vs Lester

(This takes place during TOA: The Tyrant’s Tomb, shortly before Caligula’s second attack on CJ)

Atticus frowned as he heard two sets of footsteps approaching him from behind. Moonshine whinnied impatiently, turning to see the visitors. Atticus’s frown deepened as he saw who was there; a boy with an acne ridden face, unkept brown hair, and blue eyes. With him was a young girl with black hair in a page-boy haircut, cat-eye glasses, and a green dress with yellow tights and red high tops.

Atticus wasn’t bothered by the young girl; the boy was the one that ticked him off. Atticus narrowed his eyes, “Apollo.”

Apollo gave a small wave, as if he was nervous, “Hey, Atticus. I… We need your help.”

The young girl, Meg McCaffrey, eyed Atticus wearily. He could almost admire her caution.

Atticus looked back to Apollo, raising an eyebrow, “Help you?“

Apollo nods, “Yes. C—“

Atticus interrupts, speaking sharply, “Why would I help the likes of you, a god?”

Apollo pauses, his expression bewildered, “What?”

Atticus scowled slightly, “You heard me. Why would I help a god, hm?”

Apollo blinks in surprise, “Because we need your help, Atticus..”

Atticus’s grip on Moonshine’s reins tightens. “Gods always need a demigods help, don’t they? They never so anything for themselves.”

Apollo frowns, “Well, yes, but—“

Atticus cuts Apollo off once more, “The only reason you’re here is because you’re a mortal. If Zeus hadn’t dropped you into New York as a human, you wouldn’t be here.”

Apollo opens his mouth to speak, but quickly closes it again.

Atticus sneers, “And you know I’m right about that, don’t you? If you were never made mortal, you and the other gods would’ve simply tossed some demigods at the problem, and you wouldn’t have cared if they died, would you?”

Apollo’s lips pressed into a thin line, then he spoke up, “I’ve changed.”

Atticus let out an amused huff of air, “For now. You’ll forget it all once you’re a god again, won’t you?”

Apollo shook his head vigorously, “No, I won’t! Gods can change!”

Atticus frowned, “Why would they, though? Gods have lived one way that’s worked for so long, why would they change now?”

Apollo frowned as well. Atticus continued, “They’re scared of change at this point.”

Apollo hesitated. He had no argument. The gods truly were scared of change after so many centuries of living the same way.

Apollo shook his head, “W-well.. I’ll change! Please, we need your help. I promise to be better.”

Atticus scoffs, “For the time being. Tell me, Apollo—” Atticus said the name with a certain hatred only he could conjure up, “—how many deaths have happened? How many good demigods have fallen because the gods wouldn’t get up off of their asses and fix the problems they created? Need I remind you of the people I’ve lost because of you and the other gods?!”

Atticus was getting a little heated now. Apollo sighed, “Atticus, please—“

Atticus snarled, “Luke, Ethan, my chosen mother Aoi, all the unnamed losses of the war on Kronos— My own brother, Jason Grace, is dead because the gods wouldn’t fix their own damn problems!”

Apollo frowned, trying to speak in a gentle and soothing tone to calm Atticus, “Atticus, Jason made his choice. We couldn’t have saved him, it was prophesied.”

Atticus saw red, the shadows starting to churn with his anger. He dismounted Moonshine, he started to come down the hill he had landed on to rest, down towards Apollo. “You didn’t even try! You just watched as he was killed!“

Apollo yelped, frozen in shock. A sob built up in Atticus’s throat. Meg attempted to hurry forward to stop Atticus as he tackled Apollo.

Atticus drove his fist into Apollo’s face multiple times, drawing blood and possibly breaking his nose and busting his lip. After a few punches, he drew his blade of choice: a Stygian iron atheme. He lifted his arm, his sight zeroing in on Apollo’s throat as he hesitated for a split second, then he slammed the blade down into the dirt, leaving a thin red line across the side of Apollo’s throat, a single drop of blood falling to the ground. Meg froze in shock, a million thoughts running through her head; she wondered if Apollo was dead, then mentally scolded herself that he was stabbed in the throat, so of course he was dead! She was too far away to help, so what was she meant to do? Why was Atticus still sitting there, staring at Apollo’s broken, bloodied face?

Atticus backed off, pulling his blade from the dirt and backing away from Apollo, who struggled to sit up. Meg gave a faint breath of relief when Apollo did manage to sit up, meaning he wasn’t dead.

The demigods body shook with emotion. He took a breath, “You’re lucky, Apollo. My brother sacrificed himself to save you. And it’s the only thing saving you from my blade.”

Atticus turned away and trudged back up the hill, towards Moonshine.

“It’s pathetic that even in death my brother is still protecting you.” He growls, putting away his atheme.

Moonshine neighed and huffed, kicking at the dirt lightly as Atticus climbed onto her back. Atticus looked at Apollo, his expression slightly saddened. Apollo looked back at him. Atticus spoke firmly, giving a command, “Do me a favor.”

Apollo nodded slowly. Atticus sighed, adjusting himself on the saddle, “Make sure that Frank and Reyna make it out alive. I can’t lose them, too. I don’t want to know what I’d do if something happened to them….”

Apollo nodded, “Of course.”

Atticus nodded as well, looking out at the Bay area, knowing it would be filled with Caligula’s yachts soon. “Good.”

With that, Moonshine took off, carrying Atticus with her.

Hmmm…

HMMMMMM…

I have a headcanon that at one point during Blood of Olympus, the girls periods were all synced and so the boys were all trying their best to avoid aggravating them.

(Because you can’t tell me that Leo and Jason haven’t been on the receiving end of Piper and Percy has DEFINITELY made a bad joke around Annabeth during her time of month)

Anyway, at one point during the trip all three girls are on the top side of the boat and they’re fighting wilding griffins. Frank (being the kind lovable oaf he is) kinda gets worried because it sounds like there’s a rave going on topside.

He knows perfectly well that the girls can handle themselves, but he (being Frank) is just worried about his friends, so he heads up to see if they need any help.

When he gets up there all he sees is carnage.

But not of the girls.

There are feathers littered everywhere and monster dust is just raining down along the deck. In the middle of the boat, Piper, Annabeth and Hazel are beating this massive griffin like some sort of piñata.

Frank, like any sane person seeing the wrath of an angry teenage female, runs back below and hides in his room.

It was at this point that Frank truly realised he shouldn’t fear death. Because there are WORSE things than death. Like what he just witnessed.

Now whenever Hazel has her time of month, he gives her a block of chocolate as a peace offering and hopes that it will be enough.

WHAT WAS I THINKING

JHELP I HAVE A PJO OC NAMED ATTICUS (feel free to ask about him, he’s iconic 😍) AND I JUST LOOKED AT HIS OLD DESIGN

WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING PUTTING THIS MANS INTO A S W E A T E R IN FUCKING SAN FRANCISCO?!?!? WAS I TRYING TO KILL HIM OFF??

New(ish) design btw, yes I use Gacha games bc I don’t feel like drawing all the time 😩

me when my favorite character gets killed

I have to walk outside for at least one hour a day or the big sad starts to creep in

meme I drew a couple years ago

Okay, Ethan… WHAT THE FUCK.

Incorrect Percy Jackson Quotes as situations I've been getting me and my friends into again except they make even less sense than the last time. Because it's been a few months. And things happen.

These are only funny in a situational context so imagine if you will.

Travis Stoll: (Pulling off an elaborate prank to slowly steal every single fucking orange off of someone's plate before they notice, and procede to make a game of keep away)

I'm still upset about that.

Idk probably Luke: "Do you think he's aware of being the posterboy for eugenics?"

Will Solace: (Will not stop talking about Hannibal oh my god how does everything connect to Hannibal)

Rachel Elizabeth Dare: (Sending a billion pictures of the same random ass man nonstop)

Ethan Nakumara: "I can hear my eyeballs crunching"

Piper McLean: "Legally too unqualified to have a sugar daddy. Or mommy."

Annabeth Chase: "It's not stalking if they keep everything so public!"

Leo Valdez: (Explaining complex patterns of human thought and how they have a written plan to decipher people's behavior) "Just like Trigonometry."

Frank Zhang: (Holding a clown statue very delicately to his chest)

Percy Jackson: (With full confidence, hands on his hips) "Who the hell is eating pill dill chickle?"

Lester Papadopoulos: "Wait, can someone make that rhyme?.. I'm Dr. Seuss-us.. It's never Lupus.. AHA."

Hermes: "Oliver Twist never FUCKING scammed a person in his life. Yes, there was petty theft. So what?"

Hazel Levesque: (Eating fruit right down to the core. Can't tell me she doesn't do this from time to time.)

Fucking Thor I guess: (Being told about Werewolf Transgenderism Wednesday and thinking of Loki + Alex) "I would like to nominate that one werewolf mask as our hewere/shewere/theywere of honor."

Magnus Chase: "I begrudgingly hope you stay safe and get better."

Hearth: (blankly making siccsor motions with his hands everytime a specific person speaks)

Clovis: (Responding to texts from well over two months ago with just "what")

Sam Samirah Al Abbas: (In the most saddening fucking voice ever) "Oh.. Ham."

Mallory Keen: (Viciously stabbing at a tissue box in front of like five people for a good minute straight)

RARA: (keeping fucking spears at her bedside like a teddy bear)

Octavian: (Keeping a cheese knife under his pillow, weirdly enough, only for snacking on cheddar. Italian ass.)

Am I crazy or are some of the these the same asset time. It was with get for not proof reading at a.

Paolo: "And I guess that's just what BBC does to ya." (Talking about the British baking channel)

Loki: (Walking around someone else's house in the dead of night, flicking their tongue in complete silence like a fucking skinwalker)

Alex Fierro: (Accidentally scaring boys away by talking about a sharp metal chain belt they keep at all times to hit people with)

Jason Grace: (Wandering alone into the woods for a terrifying amount of time, wondering why people seem so scared when he finally thinks to return)

Connor Stoll: (Trying to teach a young child to swindle her little brother out of his Halloween candy and being both glad and disappointed that she won't)

Dakota: (Packing a stupid amount of dollar store, plastic, tacky ass neon cups to bring to a sleepover, only to insist on drinking water the entire time)

Blitz: (Assaulting people who bully his friends with horridly bright glitter)

Rachel Elizabeth Dare: (Painting her entire damn body absurd colors)

Man, Will x Nico isn’t black cat x golden retriever.

It’s pitbull x siamese cat

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.