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#i really like Hades btw
transbutchbluess · 6 months
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classics students who say they hate Zeus but read "dark romance" retellings of Hades and Persephone… i want to scream (i just smiled and said ‘really ? Zeus is one of my favorite gods !’ and then ‘Hades and Persephone are so interesting though, I love the Homeric Hymn to Demeter’)
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isolophilian · 4 months
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just me or does the guy they casted for Hades look really fruity
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he looks like that one teacher at school who is always the best dressed and knows way too much about gen z culture but also has a wife and two kids. like i understand where Nico gets it from
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paperzombiie · 2 years
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I drew this one when the Hades hype was at its peak :D
He's found in Asphodel at a random fountain chamber. He'll try to prevent you from using it but he can be easily scared away by showing him your weapon (but don't hurt him pls)
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pttucker · 6 months
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[Nebula, < Underworld >, has opened a portal that will summon you.] Tsu-chuchuchuchut! Now originally, it was not easy to leave beyond the scenario's boundaries when a massive scenario was already underway. However, the had willingly spent an enormous amount of Probability for my sake. I was really grateful for that. I might be called their successor, but, I haven't even paid them a proper visit to say hello after getting their help the last time… Now that I thought about it, I was kind of apprehensive, too; what if the reason for them permitting my entry without any issues was to beat me up for not visiting the until now?
Dokja, why is your first response to anyone attempting to help you “they're angry at me and want to get close to me so they can beat me up.”
Actually, no, scratch that, why is your first response to someone who cares about you attempting to help you “they're angry at me and want to get close to me so they can beat me up.”
Because I have seen you accept the help from random strangers without anything even remotely close to this crossing your mind but the instant you’ve formed even the teeniest bond with someone you immediately assume they have ulterior motives for wanting to help you. Either to better themselves, to trick or manipulate you, to outright hurt you, or all of the above.
I mean, I know why, this is a rhetorical question after all, but still.
Ughhhhhh and the way he reads the Judges' and army's intention as violent because he assumes they're there to be violent when in fact they're literally moved to tears by the fact that their beloved Prince has finally come back to the Underworld.
And the way he says that he's never had such a warm reception and how it's making the inside of his brain go all soft and mushy. 😭
Which, on that topic...Dokja, my guy, you have absolutely had receptions just as warm, you just mentally refuse to acknowledge them because you think everyone is secretly barely tolerating your presence because you're sometimes useful and this is the first time it's become so obvious that literally even you can't deny it.
The conversation we shared had this festive holiday vibe to it. Since I didn't have any experience in things like this, I couldn't figure out at all on how to carry on with the conversation.
You’re breaking my heart. 😭😭😭
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the-ghost-king · 1 year
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idk how many people have read markus zusak's "the book thief", but everytime I think of Nico, or Thanatos, or Anubis, or really just any of the gods with a lot of sway over death and those in that realm who sort of walk between worlds of godhood and humanity in a certain way I just always think of zusak's depiction of death as this incredibly kind figure who simply goes through the motions but each motion is full of an endless amount of love not because of pity but because that's simply who (what?) death is by nature, thoughtful, seeing an alternative perspective most people miss by virtue of the way death exists, yet constantly kind to humans because death is deeply in love with mortals and mortality and what we make of it
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avaetin · 10 months
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To the anon asking for more headcanons on "that" AU... Give me one more week to think. 😭
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leieryx · 1 year
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Pspspspsppspps
Hey
Do you watch anime?
And if so what dost thou recommend?
Hmm um… I don’t really watch tv so much TT so not really ?
i just live with a bunch of peeps and have all my life so I just let them choose what’s on
I’ve read death note as a manga and that was pretty cool :0 being in the fandom )?)to make fun of light is at swag. also hxh but like. Hisoka exists. Also shoot reminder to watch sk8 and tsuritama cause I want to recommend those but I really can’t cause I’ve seen like 2 episodes of each . if you’re looking for unpopular recommendations I can’t help there lol ;_;
well it’s graphic novels and really doesn’t count but I want to be a nerd about them. The Magic Fish (Trung Le Nguyen) and On a Sunbeam (Tillie Walden) are both really good. I dunno how popular they are but ye. Also super pretty o_o I read the magic fish in one sitting cause like .
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dragoninahumancostume · 2 months
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I hate it when Hades is a villain or the bad guy
LOOKING AT YOU, DISNEY.
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hauntingblue · 1 year
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I FUCKING MADE IT OUT OF HELL!!!! I KILLED THE OLD MAN FINALLY!!!!! ZAGREUS IM SO SORRY YOU'RE CURSED TO FOREVER DO THIS TO SEE YOUR MOM THO
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endlesslyanya · 1 year
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Hey 😊 after talking to you about Hades and Persephone. I went back to working on my book today and like I felt so bad because I remembered I wrote a war between the underworlds happening and kind of killed Hades in front of her 😨. Which I brushed off before but after more research. I feel so bad lol. She did get revenge at least by absorbing his powers on top of her own to obliterate who did it. Though it trapped her in a war and the underworld, while his soul got reborn to the living realms 😔.
😭😭😭😭😭
I mean this sounds intriguing, most definitely!! but PLEASE TELL ME THEY'RE SOMEHOW REUNITED IN THE FUTURE 😭😭😭😭
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lumarys · 2 days
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i am now obsessed with hades supergiant 👍
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mihotose · 5 months
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btw did a couple runs of hades today after a few days break just to max rank all the keepsakes and it just wasnt feeling Right and i realise now i basically had zag kill himself via minotaur
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koipalm · 1 year
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Wait what happened in the Hades fandom? I only ever looked at pretty pictures then left because I did not want to be involved with another Fandom™
ummmm for me personally it wasnt horrible bc i just talked about hypnos but there was whitewashing and weird incest stuff and also the fandom just could be like. pretty annoying which was what the poll was abt so.... most of MY gripes tho were not the main ones because of my obsession with hypnos, considering a great deal of hades players hated him or just didnt care.... but as someone who did not care for megaera or thanatos or nyx.... sigh
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Hi, can you do a Percy x daughter of persephone headcannons pls
⋆⭒˚.⋆ percy jackson x daughter of persephone! reader hc
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content: percy jackson x daughter of persephone! reader hc warning: painfully hozier coded...that's it author's note: this one was also fun!! i kinda dove head first into looking at what being a demigod and a child of presephone meant, so the percy love thing kinda got lost but i hope i recovered it??? i still love this one tho!!
oh, daughter of presephone?! did you mean nico's step sister?? i think that's what you meant
he's protective and for what?? bro youre younger, stfu and walk away fr (we like to joke here, nico knows i love him)
tho the last sister percy had been put in charge of didn't end so well...so you can see where the protectiveness comes from.
i would like to formally apologize for that last one-
on a real note tho that's something that keeps percy up at night
he doesn't want to fail you, doesn't want to put you in any situation where your life is at risk, if you so much as get a scratch he's tearing everything down brick by brick
you're his precious flower girl
and he's willing to kill for you if it means you're safe
it also doesn't help that you really are lacking in the powers domain
you're like a diluted child of demeter (hey, gram-gram) with a minor affinity for graveyards.
that might be where the overprotectiveness comes from, this interpretation of weakness.
they're dead wrong, btw
you could topple cities, if you weren't such a diplomat
during the fall and winter, you make frequent visits with nico to the underworld, helping your mother keep her garden up and your step father with the diplomacy that comes with the underworld.
during the spring and summer, you're not allowed to go, as your mother isn't present. both hades and nico think this rule is stupid, but can't really fight it.
hades really do be losing his wifey and his beloved princess of daughter all at once. damn major L for his ass
anyways, we've lost the plot, back to percy
on the first date, percy made the mistake of getting flowers
typically, this wouldn't be a problem, any girl would kill to receive flowers
but the moment you opened your door and revealed percy with his bundle of flowers, tears began to pool in your eyes and you took them from his hand with a minor glare
"you killed them! they were living just fine and equally as beautiful but then you stomped up with your shears and you cut their heads off!" you cried, walking deep into your cabin and producing a plant pot from some closet, freeing the flowers from the butcher paper and shoving them into the dirt.
"w-what?" percy sputtered, following after you, slightly concerned that he might have completely fumbled this whole thing.
"you're lucky, jackson, that my momma isn't here or she'd have your ass. just picking flowers left and right," the girl continued to grumble before shoving her hands into the dirt with the flowers.
nothing happened for a moment then more sprouts grew in the pot, flowers beginning to grow to match the flowers that percy had brought for her.
percy just stared, not shocked, by trying to figure out how to recover from this massive mistake.
don't worry, he won you over
and, he never bought you flowers again, rather opting to bring you potted plants and seeds
he learned his lesson alright.
nico wasn't exactly the biggest fan of this relationship in the beginning but he knew there wasn't really much he could do.
plus, he could see how happy percy made you, the flowers in your cabin growing faster and bigger and more vibrant.
if anyone made his sister that happy, he'd allow them to stay around for just a bit longer.
on quests with you, percy always carried fruit, which you probably loved more than him
"we should probably stop soon, get something to eat," you'd say with a shrug
"okay, cool. so, i've got oranges, apples, that weird pink one that's white and black on the inside and pomegranates. you want something else?? i'm sure there's a store around here somewhere," he'd reply instantly, somehow managing to pull all of these fruit from the pocket of his hoodie and holding them out to her.
tbh every winter and fall when you aren't around, bro gets mopey
he misses his blossom and it doesn't help that all the plants are matching his mood
he'd rather be six feet under and shaking hands with your step father than anywhere that you aren't.
author's note cont. : another day, another hc collection bc i am a menace and cannot be stopped wahahahahahaha god i love writing this is so much fun!!
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undertheorangetree · 9 months
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Pomegranate Seeds
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Summary- A retelling of the abduction of Persephone.
Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female reader. Hades and Persephone AU. Star-crossed lovers vibes. Uncle/niece incest. Making out. Angst. Fluff. Titty sucking. Handjob. Cunnilingus. Vaginal fingering. Soft smut. Mild praise kink. Mildly OOC Aemond.
Author's Notes- Yeah I was a Percy Jackson/Greek mythology kid, thank you for noticing. I'm still playing incredibly fast and loose with the mythology tho so we're gonna have to make our peace with that. This is a beast btw, it's like 9.6K and you can find the rest on AO3 with the link below :)
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It is moments like these, she thinks, that she loves most.
Alone in the meadow, surrounded by wildflowers, the babbling of the creek as it flows over the rocks. Everything green with the exception of the purple, white, and yellow flowerheads but lush and everbearing and alive, the sun little more than a hazy warm glow, not yet hot enough to be overbearing. It is peaceful here, so much more than she is used to. She had come to an agreement with her step sisters, Baela and Rhaena, that they allow her a few hours on her own in this meadow, undisturbed by anyone else. Though her mother much preferred to that she remain alongside her sisters whenever she is out of sight, she, Baela, and Rhaena had come to an agreement that what her mother didn’t know couldn’t hurt her. And besides, they were never too far away from her. Being water nymphs, they could be by her side in less than a moment if she really needed them, so long as she doe does not stray too far from the river. And she has never been more grateful for it than she is right now.
Stretching her arms high above her head, she stretches out along the grass, enjoying the feeling of every blade of grass, the sweet smell of the blooms wafting on the breeze. Admittedly, this meadow had not been quite so plentiful when they had found it, following along the winding river, but she is the goddess of spring. Flowers bloom at her word and sun shines with her will. It had not been too difficult to turn this meadow into her own personal paradise, away from the chaos often wrought by her mother and brothers and stepfather.
There is a sudden change in the wind that causes her to sit up. Colder than it had been before, something more akin to winter than spring. The ground seems to rumble beneath her, shaking as if the sudden cold has sent it to shiver. Curiously, she turns her head toward the tree line, where the birches and willows keep the meadow shielded from view, only to find a man standing among them. Dressed in all black- breeches, cloak, and the shred of his tunic she can see beneath it- his platinum hair is almost jarring in contrast. He is not a big man, long and lithe, but there is an air to him that feels dangerous, dangerous enough to give her pause. He has not noticed her yet, face turned away, but she can see the long, stern plains of his face from where she sits, looking incredibly serious. That seriousness is only exacerbated by the dark leather eyepatch covering the eye closest to her, a deep red scar carved beneath it.
She does not think she has ever seen anyone here before, not outside of Baela, Rhaena, and herself, and his presence here is almost incongruous. Still, there is an air about him, one that makes it clear that he is a god just as she is, and that alone should make his surprise appearance less shocking.
“Hello.”
The sound of her voice seems to catch him off guard. Quickly, he turns toward her, shoulders tense, but they relax when he takes her in. She cannot imagine that she is intimidating, sitting flat in the grass all alone. “Hello.”
But it is that reminder of the grass that brings her pause. What is this man doing here? Where had he come from? It is not as if this meadow is easy to find, hidden amongst the trees as it is. She feels her brows furrow, head cocking in question. “How did you find this place?”
She had not put a glamour over this meadow, but she did not feel she had too. The forest, though light and airy, was a labyrinth of trees that seemed deterrent enough to keep any unwanted guests away. They were incredibly difficult to find your way through and she had been convinced it would be impossible to try- for God or mortal.
Near impossible, it seemed then.
His eye darts back to the treeline, taking half a step back. “If I am intruding, I can leave.”
“No.” She says it far too quickly and she can see the way his eyebrows raise in response to it, but she can’t find it in her to be ashamed. She is intrigued by this man, more so than she likely should be, and finds she wants to know more. To learn how he came to find this place. “Just because this place is unknown does not mean it is mine alone. You may stay. Beauty like this should be enjoyed.”
“Wise words,” he agrees, coming toward her. He hesitates at the end, torn on whether or not to truly join her, but it seems courtesy wins out as he lowers himself to the ground, joining her amongst the flowers. He looks entirely out of place, black against the blooms, but she says nothing, keeping her observation to herself.
They sit in absolute silence but she does not mind. He sits stiffly, as if uncomfortable, while she continues to take in all that is around her. From here, she can see the way the willows sway with the wind, the white puffy clouds floating by in the soft blue sky.
“I did not mean to,” he says. She looks at him, head tilted once again. “To find this place. It was not my intention. Though I admit I have never seen anything quite like it.”
She smiles, though he could not possibly know that he had complimented her. “It is a rare thing.”
“It feels almost as if it were from a painting,” he adds, looking around the meadow to take it in further.
She joins him in it, finding no shame in admiring her own work. It is a pretty place, though that had always been her intention. Olympus was beautiful in and of itself, but it was stark in that way. Ethereal and otherworldly, but cosmopolitan. Bright white marble, painted statues, stained glass. Everything beautiful, to be sure, but not in the untamed way that she seemed to crave. She preferred the beauty that was found in nature, in heavy branches filled with green leaves, tall grasses and wildflowers and crystalline waters.
“Do you know much about art?” she asks to fill the silence.
He seems caught off guard again from her question, but answers it anyway. “Not as much as I would like, but I can appreciate the beauty in something as well as any man. Though do not tell anyone. It would ruin my reputation.”
She laughs. “You needn’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. Which periods do you prefer?”
They talk for hours, the conversation unfurling as naturally as a bird’s wing. Art, history, philosophy. There is no subject they do not indulge in. He becomes less awkward with time as he grows more comfortable around her and she almost pulls a laugh from him not once, but twice. It seems quite the feat, for a man as serious as this one seems to be, though she does not let her pride get the better of her. When she asks him how she managed to find her well kept secret, he had simply said that one always finds the best things when you are not looking for them. A non answer, but that was alright. She was sure she could coax the answer from him eventually.
“Forgive me, I never asked you your name,” she says after what must have been hours, half appalled by her lack of manners.
He does not seem to mind, a good natured half smile making its way onto his face. “My friends call me Aemond. You may as well.”
It is not uncommon, for Gods to prefer more earthly names. She is often the same. There is power within a name and for such an innocent encounter, she does not feel the need to have him call her Persephone or Kore or any of those that strike some rumination of power and fear. So she gives him her common name, the one she feels is more true to who she is, and he smiles in response to it, repeating it back to her as if to test it. She likes the way it sounds when he says it, the way each letter seems to roll off him tongue, and somehow hearing him say the word alone is enough to make her flush.
She turns her head to hide it and only then notices that the sun has dipped below the trees, leaving the sky a hazy orange. Her mother will be expecting her home soon and there is no telling how poorly she will react if Rhaena and Baela return home without her. She doesn’t doubt that Rhaenyra will send her great serpent Syrax after her should she be even a moment late.
“I have to go,” she says, unable to keep the apologetic tone from her voice.
Reluctantly, she stands, brushing the dirt from her skirts. His lips had parted at her announcement, but now he ducks his head in an understanding nod. She smiles at him, not truly wanting to go yet, and makes her way toward the creek to call upon her sisters to come and fetch her. She does not make it two steps before he is calling after her.
“Can I see you again?”
She turns back to look at him. The insecurity on his face does not seem to match his features, looking almost out of place there. Still, she finds it entirely endearing and she realizes that she would absolutely like to see him again.
“Yes,” she agrees softly.
“Tomorrow?”
She does not bother to fight the smile itching its way onto her face. “Yes.”
He matches her smile then before standing. He comes forward and takes her hand, bringing her knuckles to his lips and placing a chaste kiss there. “Then I shall see you on the morrow, my lady.”
She can do nothing but hope he does not notice how hot her face has become.
“On the morrow.”
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srvbryn · 3 months
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Luke Castellan. Moonlight
Luke Castellan X Hades!Daughter!Reader
FLUFF <333
Summary: "we're running in the moonlight, can you show me the way again?" In which Luke fucking Castellan somehow managed to make you fall in love even more with him (ts doesn't make sense btw 😭)
A/n: GOSHH I love him sm<33 can we ignore whatever he did in the books aaaaa & CHARLIE BUSHNELL is perfect 100% I'm so desperate if you look like Charlie Bushnell hmu 🥹🥹
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The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the beach as Luke Castellan slipped away from Hermes Cabin.
His mischievous grin was illuminated by the moonlight, and he sought the company of a specific person - (Name), Hades forbidden daughter.
As he approached (Name)'s cabin, the shadows seemed to illuminated around him, concealing his movements.
Knocking softly, he waited for (Name) to open the door, her demeanour reserved and cool, a trait inherited from her godly lineage.
"Hey there, (Name)," Luke greeted, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "Mind taking a stroll with me? The beach is calling."
(Name) hesitated, her shy nature evident, but curiosity sparkled in her eyes. "Sure, Castellan. Just for a little while."
Avoiding watchful eyes, until they reached the shoreline.
The sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air as they found a secluded spot, away from prying eyes.
Luke interrupted the silence. "Wonderful night, isn't it? The moonlight reflects off the water like diamonds."
(Name) nodded, "It's... nice."
As they walked along the shore, "There's something mysterious about you."
A faint blush tinged (Name)'s cheeks. "Being Hades daughter tends to make people wary."
Luke chuckled. "Well, they don't know what they're missing. I find it intriguing."
(Name) shot him a quizzical look. "You do?"
"Absolutely. You've got this aura, but I think there's more to you than meets the eye."
They continued walking in companionable silence until Luke abruptly paused, his gaze fixed on the stars. "Hey, (Name), have you ever wished upon a star?"
(Name) shook her head. "Not really. Why?"
"I heard that wishes made under moonlit skies are more likely to come true," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes.
(Name) smirked slightly, a rare expression for her. "I doubt that."
"Care to test it out?" Luke grinned, taking (Name)'s hand gently. "Close your eyes and make a wish."
As (Name) closed her eyes, a genuine smile played on Luke's lips. "I wish for (Name) to open up, to let people see the warmth hidden beneath that exterior."
When (Name) opened her eyes, Luke's gaze softened. "Well, did it work?"
(Name) blushed, avoiding eye contact. "Maybe a little."
They resumed their walk, the atmosphere lighter. As the night wore on, they found themselves sitting on the sand, staring at the moonlit waves.
Luke turned to (Name), his expression earnest. "You know, (Name), I'm glad I sneaked out tonight."
(Name)'s cheeks flushed again, but this time, it was accompanied by a genuine smile. "Thank you, Luke. I enjoyed tonight."
Luke grinned, his mischief returning. "Well, maybe we should sneak out more often."
The air between Luke and (Name) crackled with an unspoken tension as they sat by the beach.
Luke turned to (Name), his eyes searching hers. "You know, sometimes words aren't necessary."
(Name) met his gaze, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "What do you mean?"
Without answering, Luke closed the distance, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, lingering kiss. The world seemed to pause for that stolen moment.
As they pulled away, (Name) looked at him, her cheeks flushed. "Luke..."
He grinned, the spark returning to his eyes. "Some things are better felt than said."
A small smile played on (Name)'s lips. "I never expected this."
"Life's full of surprises," Luke replied, his tone sincere. "And this? This was a pleasant one."
They sat in a comfortable silence, the light casting a gentle glow over their intertwined fingers. Luke couldn't help but break the quiet. "Who would've thought the daughter of Hades could be so enchanting?"
(Name) rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "Flattery won't get you far, Castellan."
He chuckled. "Maybe not, but it's worth a shot."
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