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mywifeleftme · 6 months

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196: Earth // The Bees Made Honey in the Lion's Skull

The Bees Made Honey in the Lion's Skull Earth 2008, Southern Lord (Bandcamp)

The most money I’ve ever spent on a vinyl record is on the stupid fucking quadruple LP Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness boxed set, but that was only because I allegedly scuffed the first track on the first side of LP1 of my friend’s copy while putting it away at a party, so I had to buy him a replacement and got his old dinged one—but I’ll write about that another time. The most money I’ve ever spent on a vinyl record I wanted was on Earth’s The Bees Made Honey in the Lion’s Skull, and specifically on one of the editions bound in faux Bible leather that Southern Lord reissues from time to time. From the first time I heard the record back in 2008, from the first time I read the title really, Bees has held a strange fascination for me. Despite being a broke college kid, I ordered a Bees Made Honey hoodie using my first credit card and hemmed and hawed over whether to snag the leather record, though I didn’t even know how to use a turntable. I didn’t end up actually scoring a copy till more than a decade later, by which time I’d already pretty well carved the thing’s grooves so deep in my brain I didn’t need to listen anymore to hear its contents.

The inner sleeve.

Still, there’s the pleasure of handling it, opening up the gatefold and reading the hoary language in elaborately-filigreed gold text:

“from strength sweetness from darkness light the bees made honey in the lion’s skull”

A1. Omens and Portents 1: The Driver A2: Rise to Glory B3: Miami Morning Coming Down II (Shine) B4. Engine of Ruin C5: Omens and Portents II: Carrion Crow C6: Hung from the Moon D7: The Bees Made Honey in the Lion’s Skull D8: Junkyard Priest

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I grew up just religious enough to really fear God and love His language, especially as filtered through all the fantastical art that’s borrowed the diction of the King James Version to command a sense of gravitas. It’s a tone of voice that still compels me, and it’s the perfect dressing for this era of Earth’s looming, desertified music. Starting with 2005’s comeback Hex; or Printing in the Infernal Method, Earth has been working on a form of Western-inspired instrumental post-rock that looks to the Bible and fire-and-brimstone writers like Cormac McCarthy for words to match the weathered lurch of Dylan Carlson’s lithic guitar. Bees continues this direction, and it’s broadly considered the best of the band’s later efforts: something elemental captured in the songs; extra pristine production; sterling contributions from Steve Moore on a variety of pianos and organs, plus famed jazz guitarist Bill Frisell; and above all the languid pulse of drummer Adrienne Davies, the sheer weight of her pauses (best exemplified on the title track).

When Davies joined the band in 2002, she became the long-term musical partner Carlson had never really had, and her playing has become as distinctive a signature of Earth’s sound as his. In the exhaustive 2023 documentary Even Hell Has Its Heroes, her interview is the most enlightening from a musical perspective. An amateur when she began casually jamming with Carlson, she soon found that all of the drumming instructors and guides she consulted emphasized focusing on how to refine the angles of her playing, minimizing the time and effort required to play a beat. But for Davies, playing in a band whose rhythm swells and resides like the breathing of a massive steer, this advice ran counter: her arms wave in slow, swooping arcs, drawing out the tempo in the air before falling into the drums, letting gravity provide the consequential force.

Despite the band’s mugshot stares and stupendous volume, that signal phrase holds: “from strength sweetness / from darkness light.” There’s no violence in this songs, only some obdurate quality of endurance; no aggression, only flickers of the transcendent among the amps. That’s the notion embedded in its title, a nourishing work transpiring within sinister ruins.

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#earth #halloweek #drone #drone metal #post-rock #ambient americana #dylan carlson #southern lord #'00s music #minimalism #music review #vinyl record #seattle music #adrienne davies

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joanofarc · 2 months

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entry level position, toadliquor (2024).

#entry level position #toadliquor #back in the hole #southern lord records #sludge metal #doom metal #sing a song #Bandcamp

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musicollage · 1 year

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Big Brave – Vital. 2021 : Southern Lord.

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#rock music #drone music #heavy metal #post metal #sludge metal #big brave #2021 #southern lord records #2020s #2020s rock

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revkilltaker · 10 months

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High On Fire – The Art Of Self Defense - 2xLP - Southern Lord Records - LORD 164

Pressing Stats

Pressing #: 2021 Gimme Metal Press

Color: Blue Vinyl

Qty Pressed: 1500

Additional Info: Other Pressings Available

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Baghdad

10,000 Years

Blood From Zion

Last

Fireface

Master Of Fists

Steel Shoe

The Usurper

Blood From Zion

10,000 Years

Master Of Fists

8.0/10

#High On Fire #Southern Lord Records #Sleep #Stoner Metal

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nofatclips · 2 years

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Angel Dust by Engine Kid

#music #engine kid #greg anderson #brian kraft #jade devitt #brad wood #brad boatright #john goodmanson #southern lord #southern lord records

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thebeermetalshowpodcast · 5 months

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Beer Review: Red Horn Brewing Company Festbier

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#Austin #Beer can #beer review #Black Breath #Cedar Park #Children of the Horn #Craft Beer #Festbier #Red Horn Brewing Company #Southern Lord Records #texas #TX #Youtube

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scoop16 · 10 months

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#power trip #live in seattle #southern lord #vinyl #vinyl records #rip riley gale

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savage-kult-of-gorthaur · 11 months

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WHEN T-SHIRT DESIGNS MEET MASSIVE SUB-HARMONICS -- ONLY ON SOUTHERN LORD.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on a "Let There be Doom" T-shirt design by the Los Angeles-based DOOM/drone/black metal/hardcore punk record label, Southern Lord Records. Furthermore, the T-shirt design is based on the sleeve art to the SLR CDr compilation sampler titled "Let there be Doom: A Kult Collection of Massive Sub-Harmonics" (2002).

Bands on the compilation include: SOURVEIN, PLACE OF SKULLS, WEEDEATER, TOADLIQUOR, BORIS, KHANATE, EARTHRIDE, SUNN O))), GRIEF, WARHORSE, BORIS, & EARTH.

Sources: www.pinterest.com/pin/let-there-be-doom--232216924514115187 (and discogs).

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writingwithcolor · 6 months

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It wouldn’t be historically accurate for my story to include BIPOC!

This is an argument often made about European-style fantasy media like Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings, and Disney’s Frozen. Audiences, often white, assume that due to the majority-white setting, adding any visible number of BIPOC to the story would be unrealistic.

What these critics fail to realize is that BIPOC do in fact live, and have lived, in these settings, and records of BIPOC presence in places assumed to be majority-white have been buried, written out, or not taught due to white supremacist and/or colonial bias in the field of history. There are historical European settings that were far more diverse than is often portrayed. Consider:

The Moorish Empire exerted an extensive influence over life and culture in Southern Europe from Spain from 711 to 1492

The Ottomans were heavily involved in European affairs up until the treaty of Karlowitz in 1699, but still considered a part of Europe even through the 19th century

The sheer size of the Roman Empire ensured the continued movement of people from various backgrounds within the Mediterranean well until the end of the Byzantine Empire.

“Historical accuracy” should not be used as an excuse for media to be exclusively white in its casting. While there are places which are or were predominantly white, there will always be factors like global trade and immigration that bring multiculturalism to their doors.

And even if the presence of a certain demographic is unrealistic for a certain setting? Consider that we’ve accepted far worse inaccuracies in historical fiction in the name of artistic license. Consider that our understanding of human history is, and will always be, incomplete.

Further Reading:

Historically Diverse London, “Historical Accuracy,” and Creator Accountability

Making a Black Pride and Prejudice Resonate

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This Q&A is an excerpt from our General FAQ for Newcomers, which can be found in our new Masterpost of rules and FAQs. If you're new to Writing With Color and/or want more writing resources, check it out!

-Writing With Color

#writing with color #writeblr #representation #poc representation #history #historical fiction #historical accuracy #writing advice #writing tips #writers on tumblr #diverse books #diversity matters #faq

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achaoticeternal · 1 year

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he has beautiful bones | a.t

AEMOND TARGARYEN x FEM!STARK!READER

summary: after your quarrels with alicent and aemond, you and aemond must come to terms with his actions. word count: 2.3k warnings: internalized misogyny a/n: i love this little war criminal and i don’t know whether to fix him or join him in his madness - but this is a fix him fic lol

part one | all that he sees

Three full suns had risen and set since you last lay with Aemond in your room, much less spoke with him. Rather than accompanying your husband where ever he be in the walls of the Red Keep, you took up the company of youthful noble ladies and your lady-in-waiting. And while you laughed and soaked in their kind company, the ache in your heart remained.

You had only seen Aemond, even Alicent, in passing through halls and gardens. Alicent would keep an eye fixated on you during the brief encounters, but you paid no mind to her as you passed by. You had nothing good or kind to say to the woman, so it was better that you keep your mouth shut. When Aemond would catch a glance of you, his expression became slightly hopeful, only to fall as you brushed past him. Instead of attending dinner, you took them in your maiden chamber within the presence of your lady-in-waiting and personal guards.

There was no doubt in your mind that Alicent had plagued your husband's mind with terrible thoughts and words about you and your behaviors. A small part of you hoped that he would retaliate against the unkind words, but you truly expected him to silently accept her words or even laugh along. Cruel thoughts...

You had taken to a daily habit of checking in with the maesters to see if words had come and go from your brother, Cregan. At first, it shocked you to hear that there was no correspondence from either side. Only one response from the Greens, requesting time to deliberate while a swarm of Lords from the Southern region congregated at the Red Keep. There was some relief on your part that Aemond had not just simply acted on his mother’s wishes... yet.

Currently, you were to be found in the grand library of the Red Keep. There was a pile of books on one of the desks closest to you; organized by records, stories, and histories. During your courtship with Aemond, he would often read you the histories of the Targaryen line and even the tales of Old Valyria. He thought it important that you knew and understood the family you would be marrying into. Admittedly, it was a kind gesture and a privilege that very few people who had married a Targaryen had ever received.

The love both of you had for your separate heritages was what helped to plant the seed of love in your marriage. While he taught you small and loving phrases in High Valyrian, you would tell him of the fables that your parents told you as a little girl. Stories of the children of the forest and the first men in exchange for the history of Valyria before the Doom. Such a small act of love was what truly made you, a Northern lady, feel welcome in the Southern kingdoms.

In your searches for the next book you would be mulling over for the next day or so, you came across a children’s book with stories of the Sigils of each house and how they came to be. The illustrations were silly and you even giggled at the depictions of the Mormont bear and Greyjoy kraken. You flipped through the pages, continuing your amusements until the wolf of your own house came into view. Ironically, the pages for Stark and Targaryen were next to each other in the section of the great houses. You read over both pages...

House Stark - the Direwolf: a house of ice and honor

a man of the north is an honorable man as there ever was he is strong he is fierce he does what is best, right, and good

House Targaryen - the Three-Head Dragon a house of fire and blood

a man of the dragon with fire in his veins he is steadfast he is regal he does what is best for the house

Your forefinger traced over the words as you compared the descriptions of both houses to the men you honored most in your life - your brother and your husband. But then you dismissed such comparisons and thought of yourself - how you embodied such traits of both houses. With a firm nod, you closed the book and turned on your heels... you knew what to say to your husband now.

As if divine timing was on your side, one of Aemond’s personal King’s Guard entered the library and announced himself.

“My lady, Prince Aemond requests your presence.”

“Thank you, ser,” You spoke with a curt nod as you began to exit the library, “And it would do you and others good to address me by my rightful title — Princess.”

The guards escorted you through the halls of the Red Keep until you came upon the familiar oak doors of your marriage chambers. As you approached, you waved the guards off to dismiss them and knocked at the great doors. There was a pause, and then Aemond opened the door.

Your husband, though still stoic and tall in posture, looked utterly exhausted. One might even conclude that he had barely slept since you were last properly at his bedside. This surprised you - as Aemond rarely showed any emotions outside of his amusements, teasing, and eagerness in training. His shoulders were even slightly slumped as his good eye met your gaze.

“My wife,” His tone was far softer than when you had last spoken with each other. His eye then trailed to the outskirts of the door, “Where are the guards?”

“I dismissed them,” You spoke bluntly, “We are speaking as man and wife, are we not? What reason do they have to be posted outside your door?”

There was no reason. Both you and Aemond knew that. He simply nodded his head, but there was a pause hanging in the air. It did not release until you broke it yourself.

“May I come in? Or will be speaking at each other through opposite sides of the door?” You questioned, cocking your head to the side.

Aemond’s eye trailed over your body before he fully opened the door and stepped out of your way. You could now fully step into the chambers and see what a disheveled mess it had become.

“Have the attendants not been coming in? It looks a full mess in here. They-”

Aemond quickly cut you off, “No one has been in these chambers except myself since you took the bed in your maiden chambers.”

There was another long silence. Your eyes flickered across the room and looked anywhere but at Aemond.

“Why?”

“Because even if you left my side in anger, I did not want to see you erased from our marriage chambers,” Aemond spoke softly, truthfully. His stature was wavering, you could tell that he wanted to grab your hand but fought against his touch-starved desire, “My mother tried to send in maid after maid to clean and tidy, but I sent them all away. I would not have her commands pull you from me - even in the smallest of details like your soft scent upon the bed pillows.”

Your brows furrowed, not in hurt, but more in surprise at his words. Your heartbeat picked up with each honest word. Though he was never an overly affectionate husband, especially before others, he did have his own special way of always taking your breath away.

“Aemond...” You breathed out...

You shook your head, knowing that you wouldn’t betray yourself by returning to his arms with just a few kind words.

“I’m glad to hear that you dismissed Alicent’s requests, but why not have avoided any of this?” You ask him with a twinge of hurt in your voice, “Why not defend me to her in the first place?”

Aaemond thought for a moment about your question. He thought over the consequences of his lack of action and how throughout his life, he rarely stood up to or disagreed with his mother. It weighed heavily in his heart - the comparisons he made between his mother and his wife.

When he thought of Alicent, he saw a woman who fought for her children. A woman who deeply loved him and cared for him when he lost his eye. A woman who admittedly helped to build him into a far better Prince than his elder brother. A woman who did her best to give him what he desired.

When he thought of his lady-wife, he saw a woman who seemed a direct foil of who young Aemond imagined he would marry. You were an engaging and intelligent young woman. You never wanted to simply bear the heirs of the Dragon Prince, but rather love him in the ways his family could never. You had taken the parts of himself that he hated or others had damaged and loved them.

"I am sincere in my apologies, my love." Aemond began, "I have... neglected my duties to you; made you feel undermined, underappreciated; and bit my tongue when I should have defended you."

He began to slowly approach you. As he came closer and closer, he reached out his hands to gently take one of your own between his palms. His gaze focus on your hand, more specifically the golden wedding band, as he collected his thought to continue his apology.

"I love my mother dearly — but I love you more..."

"When I was growing up, my father dismissed all of his children except for Rhaenyra, so I depended on my mother who was fighting her own battles. Aegon was... he is just Aegon, and Helaena had to process her own life. I did not feel so open to cherish or love anyone until you came into my life," he raised your hand to his lips and pressed a tender kiss to your knuckles.

"I should have corrected Alicent instead of allowing her to brush you off. Your council is something that I deeply cherish and require with this matter. Please, join me tonight at the meeting of the small council so that we can finally provide an answer to Cregan."

A smile twitched at your lips with each word. You could feel the sincerity in each word and tell how much thought he had put into such. This was the man whose hand you had accepted in marriage. With his lingering question, you answered with a grateful smile, "Thank you, Aemond. I would love to be at your side tonight, and to return to bed with you after."

Aemond chuckled and fully pulled your frame against his chest, "Good," he whispered. He pulled you into a soft kiss, glad to have you back in his arms.

A chair had been drawn up next to Aemond's seat at his orders long before the pair of you arrived at the meeting. As a couple, you both were the last to arrive before the top of the hour. You had other catching up to do outside of apologies...

Once you entered the room, a small gasp could be heard — obviously from Alicent. The other Lords of the table held similar shock in their eyes but did not reveal their opinion with their words or faces. Arm in arm with Aemond, you approached your seats. Aemond pulled out your chair from the table like a gentleman and you stood in front of it. All members were standing, awaiting the arrival of King Aegon.

Your eyes shifted about the room, looking from Lord to Lord. Based on their expression, you knew Aemond had a look on his face, daring them to say something.

"It is good to see you back by your husband's size, my lady." Alicent finally broke the silence, "But may I ask why you are present?"

As you reached for your chalice of wine and sipped from it, Aemond answered his mother's questions, "My wife is originally a lady of the North and Lord Cregan is her brother. She is an excellent resource for us in this current predicament. She is here to provide us with useful insight which we may be unaware of."

Alicent did her best to maintain a composed smile as her eyes flickered between Aemond and you, "Interesting..."

As you returned your chalice to the table, Alicent quite noticeably cleared her throat, "My lady..."

"The Prince is smart to bring in your assistance for this meeting. I do encourage you not to make many interruptions as there is much to discuss this evening. In fact, your advice should only be to your husband and not the council, my lady."

The Queen mother seemed content with her backhanded words as she finished with a nod. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Aemond's knuckles go white as he clenched his hand into a fist. Though you appreciated his refusal to back down, you rested your hand softly atop his fist, insinuating that you would handle her words.

"My Queen, it is an honor to join the small council this evening and provide my insight where it is needed," You spoke with a smirk, "but I must say - much as I respect and even admire all the hard work you've poured into the ears of these fine Lords, I expect that you acknowledge my words as well. For as you, I believe it would be appropriate for you to reciprocate the respect that you expect of me."

"My lady—" She attempted to interject.

"My Queen, I wish for you to address me with my proper title — Princess..." You stopped her with a smirk.

All eyes were on you in shock that you had corrected the queen. However, your eyes glanced over to Aemond for a moment to see him smirking, clearly proud.

Before another word could be said, King Aegon finally entered and the meeting finally began. As you took your seat, you felt Aemond's hand reach under the table to grab your own. He squeezed it affectionately and kept it there the entirety of the night.

|| thank you for all the wonderful comments on part 1

|| i’ve tagged below those [the ones i could] who commented to part one

@violet2507 @malfoytargaryen @melsunshine @lol-im-done @thenovelcarnival @xoxo-pepprmnts @sl-ut @hoziersfairy @merovingianprincess

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burningvelvet · 3 days

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ATTENTION ROMANTICS, JANEITES, BYRONISTS, GEORGIANS, & OTHER 19TH CENTURY NERDS!

this website jane austen's music has resources all about the music jane austen composed by hand, like a link to this song captivity.

this website romantic-era songs has recordings of a bunch of music that was popular in the romantic era, including recordings of poetic works that were originally intended to be set to music. examples incl. lord byron's famous poems vision of belshazzar (a real banger!) & she walks in beauty (not what i expected having read it beforehand without it's music, but it was byron's own favorite to listen to). i really love this one the waters of elle by lady caroline lamb, also composed by isaac nathan. he was a famous jewish-english musician who later relocated to australia and introduced classical music there, & is thus sometimes called "the father of australian music" (apparently, according to his wiki, he was also the first person in the southern hemisphere to die in a tram incident after he got there... oddly specific factoid, but alright).

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goblinwithartsupplies · 11 months

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PJO AU

Ancient history professor Sally Jackson

The reason Poseidon fell in love with Sally in canon wasn’t very clear she had no connection to any of Poseidon’s domains. Where other mortal parents have some connection to the domains of the gods that carry favor with, Annabeth’s father was a professor, Piper’s father was handsome, and he was object of desire, Leo’s mother was a mechanic Frank’s mother, who was a soldier, wills mother was a musician, so why does Sally whose only connection to the ocean other is the vacation house in Montauk and she doesn’t have any connection to his Earthshaker title.

So in this AU Sally is a researcher in Mycenaean mythology and she didn’t have Percy with the Hellenic Poseidon but his Mycenaean form.

Disclaimer The Mycenaean name for Poseidon, the is not entirely clear as the Mycenaean civilization is older than then the Ancient Greece we are familiar with and not a lot of the myths survived the Bronze Age collapse. Some scholars believe that the Mycenaean name for Poseidon was "Potinues," which appears on inscriptions found at the Palace of Pylos in southern Greece. Other possible Mycenaean names for Poseidon include "Posedaon" or "Poseidaon" based on the later Greek name for the god. So I’m going to use Pontiues as that is different enough from Poseidon to be to distinguish the two.

Sally wrote her dissertation for her doctorate in history and mythology about the differences between the Hellenized Greek Gods and the older Mycenaean Gods and how the Mycenaean culture focuses mostly on chthonic gods meaning gods relating to the earth and underworld. Pontiues’ earth shaker title makes him a chthonic god and because of this Pontiues was the chief deity and king of the gods. Because Zeus is a sky god the Mycenaean mythology didn’t really view Zeus as an important god. Pontiues is still the god of the sea but he has more emphasis on his earth shaker title and lord of earthquakes. After the gods were Hellenized during the Greek dark ages where ther are little records Zeus was somehow supplanted as king of the Gods. When Pontiues was Hellenized into Poseidon he became more of an ocean god and his role of lord of earthquakes is greatly diminished.

Zeus doesn’t like to be reminded that he wasn’t always king. He forbids the gods from taking their Mycenaean forms. Pontiues naturally hates this.

When Sally publicly published her dissertation it caught the eye of Poseidon or rather Pontiues who was happy to finally have someone respect and acknowledge his time as the king of the gods.

Sally basically professionally insulted Zeus and Pontiues was immediately smitten.

Rather than meeting Sally at the beach in Montauk Pontiues attended some of Sally’s lectures at Columbia University

Pontiues is impressed by Sally’s knowledge of Mycenaean history and culture

Pontiues is even more impressed when Sally confronts him about being a god

Pontiues had Percy two months (as per canon because Rick can’t count) later and left Sally with a celestial bronze sword and instructions to pretend Percy is a son of Poseidon

This is why she delayed sending Percy to camp for so long.

Sally never really ended her relationship with Pontiues. She built a small shrine to Pontiues in her apartment (no smelly Gabe she figured out how to hide Percy’s smell by herself) and she raises Percy with full knowledge of his father’s divinity

Percy’s eyes are never calm sea green. They are perpetually raging seas.

Percy has shark teeth. Not in the literal sense but in the sense that he is always growing more teeth.

Sometimes when Percy has a strong emotion the ground shakes.

Sea creatures don’t call him lord. They call him prince Percy or when nobody else is around they call him prince of the gods. He hates it.

Percy’s personality is the same he is just freaks people out more.

Percy sensed Kronos’s aura around Luke he just didn’t think Kronos was bad. So he was still friends with Luke until Luke tried to kill him.

The first time anyone suspected that Percy might not be a Hellenistic demigod is when Percy met mr. D. When Mr. D with Percy alone for the first time something in Mr. D regresses to his Mycenaean form. Horns grow out of his head. Mr. D doesn’t mention it.

The first time Clarisse tells Percy about how the Ares cabin thinks she is weaker because she’s a girl Percy drags her to Sally who tells Clarisse about the most famous of Ares’s daughters the Amazons.

Percy knows about most of the gods because of his mother’s work. He goes to her for help when he doesn’t know what to do. Sally gives him a rundown of how the monster or quest was originally defeated in the myths. She is constantly looking for loopholes in prophecies.

Annabeth is surprised that Percy dumbass Jackson is the son of a professor.

Athena is the first god to figure out that Percy is the son of Pontiues. She finds Sally’s dissertation.

Oracle: a half blood of the elder gods…

Percy remembers the Mycenaean gods are older the Hellenized gods:

Fuck!

Whenever Percy is around a Hellenized god they get a mild headache. They didn’t notice until after the Roman and Greek demigods united because they were already getting headaches from the whole Jason and Thalia situation.

Paul doesn’t exist in this au but after the war with Gaea Sally has a newborn daughter and is regularly seen with a man who looks suspiciously like Percy

Apollo shows up at the Jackson family apartment sees the ancient king of the gods with a baby girl in his arms and decides that maybe he doesn’t need Percy’s help

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