#HADES HOLY FUCK

[wyldhunt]

HADES II ↳ Hecate — Ἑκατη, "The Far-reaching One"

#supergiant hades #hades supergiant #hades 2 #hades game #supergiant games #hecate #hecate (hades) #mygifs #gamingedit #gamingdaily #holy fucking CHRIST trying to figure out what things hecate has dominion of to put into a gif is a nightmare #HECATE DO LESS PLEASE #she's got magic the night the moon AND light and fire and plants and ghosts and ghouls and graves and necromancy and crossroads #AND boundaries and according to some people THE WHOLE UNDERWORLD and she works from all realms GIRL JUST TAKE A FUCKING NAP HECATE #HAVE SOME GARLIC AND GO TO SLEEP FOR A BIT QUEEN #also trying to decide between ''the far reaching one'' or ''the worker from afar'' for her name translation was Dificil #but more people referenced hecate meaning ''far off'' or ''far reaching'' so i figured that'd work best as a generalization #anyways hi witch mommy i love you and your unexpected shredded muscles #im gonna be making a matching melinoe one later !

[i-have-no-braincells]

HOO BOY

HOOGH BOY I AM SO UNNORMAL

#i knowww he's like stuck in a deep slumber or something #but #the long hair #um guys :] #guys i'm so :] #:]]]]]] #AUUUUGGGGHHHH #the hades fixation #it's coming back #full force #i'm so #HOLY FUCK I'M SO FUCKING AAAAAAAAAAAAAA #anyways #hades 2 spoilers #hades II spoilers #hades 2 #hypnos supergiant

[field-s-of-flowers]

You either die a Jay Gatsby or live long enough to see yourself become Hades Hadestown

#soph’s posts #hadestown #the great gatsby #jay gatsby #hades hadestown #To remake yourself in the image of the woman you love… bind her with a golden band #Holy fuck I’ve cracked the code

[rukia-writes]

I told ya’ll we were getting HADES!!!

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #HOLY FUCKING SHIT!! #HADES!!!

[lordoflightning]

hades 2 nemesis and hecate oughhhhh….

#holy fuck #desperately rushing to finish the first game so i can play 2 on release #love love LOVE all the new character portraits #everyone looks so SO cool #hades #hades game #hades 2 #text

[spiralingemptyness]

H o l y f u u u u u u u c k

I saw Hecate’s design for Hades 2, saw it while I was in class- I…. Might’ve had a bi panic…. Like I fucking froze and went ‘damn that is (respectively) a really good looking person who isn’t a person’

plus I like the fact that Hecate is Melinoe’s mentor/parental figure

#hades supergiant #hades game #hades 2 #hecate #melinoe #hecate has fucking abs #I- holy fuck #bi panic

[rowanisawriter]

pantheon

hades, thanatos/zagreus, rated t, ~1800 words

In between escape attempts through layers of the Underworld, the gods press their influence, and Thanatos notices their touch on his relationship.

A series of standalone stories inspired by the gods.

Chapter one: Ares

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Thanatos knows this is part of the process, something he is supposed to accept. Zagreus has a heartbeat, although not like a mortal’s but a heartbeat all the same, and blood that pumps and flows through that heart. Sometimes the blood comes out. By the time he makes it up to Elysium, the blood is usually coming out. The sight of it is still shocking, still rattles him, sitting somewhere in his chest where his own heart would be, if he had need of one.

“I’m fine, I just needed a small break and saw that you were coming. So I figured I’d make it easy for you.” He leans back against the stone wall. “That asshole Thesus got me good. The spear… very effective. I may choose my own spear for my next attempt.”

Thanatos stands beside him, hovering over the trampled grass. Slowly, he lowers himself to the ground. There isn’t much grass left alive here after the battle with Thesus and the Bull, so he doesn’t feel guilty for leaving his mark. He can feel the warmth from Zagreus’s body beside him, leaching into the ground and the stone and him. Thanatos finds himself leaning closer to Zagreus, closer to the warmth, the sound of his heartbeat. He always smells nice, even when he’s dying.

#hi lmao does anyone have a priest or perhaps some holy water because I need AN EXORCISM #I am POSSESSED #AUGH!!! #OUGHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAA #hades game #thanzag #my writing #GOD!!!!! #my fics #I have to go retag all my fic posts because going through my writing tag is so fucked it’s all fucked up now

[xx0yeet-everything0xx]

so we're all just going to ignore how in HoH, jason kicked clytius's armour and it just. cracked?? actually, he shattered this giant's breastplate with one kick. so like the fact of how he broke ARMOUR in a KICK (when even swords struggle to do that) is just not important???

#just sayinnn #jason grace #pjo #house of hades #holy fuck its almost 7am and i have Not slept yet. fun.

[mercysheart]

Hades II - Reveal Trailer

#HADES #HADES 2 #No FUCKING WAY!!!! Holy fucking shit I'm so happy right now!!!! #I CANNOT BELIEVE WE'RE GETTING A FULL ON SEQUEL SG NEVER DOES THIS AND THEY'RE DOING IT FOR THEIR BEST GAME EVER #Youtube

[chlorophyllium]

Hades 2 livestream, at least 22763 bisexuals found dead in the streets. More at 11

#AND IM ONE OF THEM EVERYONE IS HOT #gonna try not to reblog any of it until the game drops #BUT HOLY SHIT I AM BISEXUAL. SO SO BISEXUAL FUCKING HELP #hades spoilers

[elenafernan]

Nah cuz why they make Hades fruity AF 😭

#pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #it was so random but holy fuck #hades kinda babygirl in this episode #THAT'S nico's dad alright

[safyresky]

Hello hi, sorry to bother. But i'm in the middle fo righting my own ANGST and everything is horrible but i had a thought!

Have you ever had the idea of an AU where Jacqueline just fucking dies at the day of darkness? Just straight up bleeds out to death and dies. Jack is a full on child killer and Blinter is now back to only one kid. CATASTROPHE for sure, and the entire rest of the story never even happens. Everybody would stay frozen for an ETERNITY, Jack would have to go to jail for actual manslaughter, the works. But this idea has me thinking about what would happen anyway.

Im sorry that this thought is just incredibly morbid and sad, but i'm in my fictional world FEELS atm, and im very curious as to what this would look like/mean.

Me reading this:

My fiancé when I read this out loud: ANDIE ARE YOU OKAY?? DO YOU NEED A HUG????

He then IMMEDIATELY ASKS ME WHAT I THINK WOULD HAPPEN, and he kinda let me use him like a rubber duck (because I've thought of a lot of "what ifs" on the day of darkness, but never this what if admittedly bc. Y'know. Magical healing springs and such) so here's what I've got for you on this fine angsty night! It turned into a bit of a drabble...whoops? Anyway.

Enjoy!!!!! I hope it kills us all dead!!! 😊😊😊😊😊😊

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Jack succeeds in something he never intended to do.

He sees the icicles go right through his little sister's body, all three of them; he sees the blood. He sees the magic on his hand, he KNOWS that it was him. He sees Blaise and Winter make it out of the house.

He panics.

He leaves her there in the snow, and he runs, disappearing into his storm.

Blaise and Winter rush to Jacqueline. They see the blood. They see the icicles. They go into crisis mode.

Maybe they bring her inside and stop the bleeding, but it's too late. Maybe she bleeds out on the spot. Maybe one of the icicles actually hits her heart or another organ that is integral to being alive and she dies before she even knows what hit her.

It'd be nice to think that, wouldn't it?

However it may come to pass, Jacqueline dies. She's gone. Blaise and Winter lay her to rest in Roseterra, hoping that it was fast and quick and that she's being taken care of by someone warm and sweet in Rosehaven. Maybe Mother Gaia; maybe the Goddess herself.

What comes next is hard.

Both Winter and Blaise are overcome with emotion; they've just lost one child by the hands of their other child.

In one fell swoop, they've lost both their children.

Winter freezes almost immediately after the funeral. She's desolate in her sadness; lost not one, but two children because Jack is, in fact, wanted. She has no words. What can she say? All she can do is cry and sob it won't change a thing. It won't bring her back. Nothing can.

Blaise struggles. He now has to apprehend his own son for murder. Murder of his own sister; Blaise's dear, dear little girl.

It hurts.

It hurts to think about how this happened, given that Jacqueline adored her older brother, and he her. He taught her everything she knew up until...that point.

He knows what he needs to do. But he can't bring himself to find Jack and do it. There's just too many emotions. That's his son for the springs sake! But he killed someone. He killed his own sister, Blaise's little snow angel, and murder is murder and it's hard to think that maybe there's some good left when the brightest little sprite is gone thanks to his son. He's all out of hope.

Blaise knows what needs to be done. He knows what he needs to do.

And like he had centuries, millennia before that, he encases his heart in stone.

It's his duty to bring Jack to justice. And he will do what he needs to do to get it done. Emotions be damned.

So both Blaise and Winter are, essentially, frozen over.

And they begin to drift.

Both are frozen; both keep their feelings to themselves. they don't talk like they used to. They focus on their jobs and nothing more.

Winter does as she was meant to do. She keeps the season going. But the winters change. They are cold, so, so, so very cold. Bitterly cold. Temperatures hit negatives that should not be hit. Twenty, forty, sixty, all below zero. They're dry. So very dry. So very dry and cold and there is no snow; just hard ground, cold, cold, cold and frozen. A tundra with no snow.

The joy of the season is gone.

Blaise throws himself into his work. His duties come first. At home, he exists alongside Winter, both numbed by grief and their hardened hearts. At work, he does his governor duties in the morning, and devotes his afternoons to the search for Jack.

The search lasts centuries.

A week after leaving, Jack checks in, as he does in a better timeline, to see if Jacqueline made it. But here, in this timeline, when he pokes around for his dear little sister's link with him, it's gone. It's dead. The spot in his mindscape that once housed the bright blue thread is cold and dead. Empty. The wind howls; beyond the connection, there is nothing.

He knows what he did. He killed her dead. And he knows the consequences, of course; but he refuses to face them. He refuses to face any of the memories, the feelings, the everything that transpired when he flung his hand and shink shink shink and the deep, deep pool of red and the darkness where once there was light.

He stays under the radar. He avoids the Council; he hides. And he is DAMN GOOD at it. Blaise expends so many resources and cannot find the man anywhere.

The years turn into decades; decades into centuries. Blaise intensifies his search for his son, throwing everything he has, all his power as Governor, his connections to other Governors and powerful castors, The Council of Legendary Figures, the operation up North--but he cannot find the man who murdered his daughter. He cannot find his son anywhere, and were he able to feel anything, he'd be furious.

But his heart is stony; all he can focus on is the hunt. Doing his duty. Bringing his little snow angel justice.

"It won't bring her back," Winter says to him one day. Her hair is so frozen it doesn't move; her face cold.

Blaise doesn't reply. Ash floats off his sooty head. His face is stony.

Winter would sigh, if she could bring herself to. But she can't. All she feels is a sadness that is building and building and growing into despair.

The front door opens and closes.

Blaise doesn't look up.

Winter doesn't look back.

---

They drift further and further; they rarely see one another. Winter finds solace in the mountains. Longer and longer stretches. The storms surrounding Bianca's Range grow stronger and stronger. The peaks are obscured constantly, now. The drifting mists from the crystal springs themselves can't even break through the whiteout.

Longer and longer stretches.

One day, she leaves for her new home.

The house, silent before, grows more silent still. Long ago, they had dreamt of filling the house to the brim with little flurries and spitfires.

But that was almost three thousand years ago.

Now it is filled to the brim with ghosts.

---

Jack gets cocky.

Of course he does; Blaise hasn't found him and it's been centuries. He ventures out. Shows up to a Council meeting or two. Plots and schemes and harasses Santa after Santa. Tries to gain the recognition that should be his.

Denial can be quite powerful when you live in it for a millennium and almost a half. You trap the thoughts of what could've been, what you could've done together; what you could've experienced with her. First partner. First major snowstorm. Freeze drying. Taking back the season together. the things you could've done, together!

Down the thoughts go, into the deep dark recesses of his memory until they no longer emerge. He goes about his business, getting closer and closer to taking out Santa, and having some near-misses of his own with the man pursuing him.

But an opportunity comes up; one that's too good to let go. You cause a little trouble here and there, have these amazing standees made of yourself with your own holiday name, and suddenly the entire Council is up in arms. So you go; this will be a fun one to get out of, and maybe Mother Nature will be so distracted by the balance swaying, that she won't think to tip off the authorities. The Authority.

Jack admires Blaise's tenacity. The man has NOT stopped pursuing him. He understands why, of course. Fully. But before he can dwell on it, he shoves the thoughts down down down, as far under the ground as she was now, and continues to do his thing.

And that's when he hears about it. Well, two things.

First off, Santa is stressed. Work is too much and the wife is expecting and he is afraid. He is TERRIFIED even. Jack can see the fear on his fellow Legend's face. He's very familiar with it. He's seen it on many a Santa before. Many a poor soul freezing to death. Falling to their death off a slippery slope. Landing in a heap with three icicles deep through their chest, the blood pouring out--

Down. Down, down, down. Lock those thoughts away. Deep breath. Keep going. Escape Clause?

Escape Clause.

Now that's interesting. Even more interesting when the other Legends don't tell him what it is. That's fine. He's clever. He'll figure it out.

And he does.

And all it takes is a little messing about here, clever words there, frosty meddling on the side, turning Curtis against Bernie, the whole nine yards.

And the family.

Jack chuckles to himself. Humans. So easy to get them upset! Rile them up enough, cause a very upsetting scene, and voila! Trouble in paradise!

A brief segue before this, of course, to follow Santa and the redheaded brat to the Hall of Snow Globes. Waiting just behind the doors and watching the secret door spin; waiting for it to spin back around to get in. Ignoring the very familiar handiwork of the icy walls inside the space and going for the prize.

Bring the man aside at his lowest low, get him to say the magic words, and voila!

Jack was Santa now.

But it didn't bring her back.

---

Not that he thought it would, of course. He'd like to think she was six feet under his long lost memories, but that was a lie.

She was always there. In the corners of his eyes, gone when he whipped around. One room over, gone when he entered it. Ghosts of giggles past and whispers of whoops when she mastered a new technique. Always there. Always in the corners, just out of reach.

So maybe, he had hoped, just a bit mind you, that somehow, doing this would change things!

But it didn't.

She was still gone, and his parents?

As gone as she was when he flipped the script on Santa.

He had it all. He had nothing. And when Scott finally appeared, Jack would've willingly gave it all away and turned himself in--if the man hadn't cut him off.

It was infuriating.

A last ditch effort to fight him for the jacket; a guilt trip that went nowhere (stealing the coat was nothing compared to stealing a life), and they were back.

As if nothing had happened.

And Jack knew that his time had run out.

Blaise had caught up to him.

---

Mother Nature had told Blaise of Jack's presence as soon as she could. Told him he would be staying at the North Pole. He had a large window of opportunity. Mother Nature felt this could be it.

And so had Blaise. His stony heart grew loud; he wouldn't blaze in this time, no. He'd do what needed to be done.

He gathered the Elite Peacekeepers, the Peace Enforcers. The strongest of spell casters. The most ruthless of the fighters. He prepped his staff, making sure he had the right spells himself.

He covered all the exit points of the Pole; pulled some strings to keep his son from escaping.

Murderer, his head corrected.

His heart was silent.

Troops assembling, he made one last trek through the city, past the springs, through the Forbidden Forest and up the Valley to Roseterra.

Her mausoleum was well kept. It always was. Flowers bloomed around it; the most beautiful snow sat on the top, hugging the warm structure. It was all sorts of light blues and yellows, her name written clearly still after all these years.

"I've got him now," Blaise said. "I'll bring you justice, snow angel. I love you."

He presses his forehead against the writing, his hand warm on the inscription. His eyes pricked, but no tears fell; they hadn't in years. He placed his flowers down, the orange lilies and red roses contrasting beside the fresh blue roses and white lilies, little red snow berries in between.

Good, he thought. Winter's okay.

And without a second thought, he kisses the tomb and turns to leave, the moment he had been waiting for for fourteen hundred years finally coming.

---

The Elfficers get him; the Council has him in their grasp. There is no escape. And before anyone can do anything, the Peace Enforcers come in, a stony man leading them, a staff glowing in his hand. His face is steely. Determined. Familiar. Older.

"That's enough," he says, his voice hard and full of a cold rage. "It's over."

"I know," Jack replies, as the Peace Enforcers spin circles of magic and capture him.

He's brought in, finally. Blaise does Santa a kindness and thaws his relatives. He doesn't say anything to the man. Leaves before he can see the family celebrate, together. He doesn't need to see that. He doesn't want to.

Outside, he taps his staff on the floor. It glows a multitude of colours, and Jack can feel so many magical traps and seals settle on him.

The fight is over. Neither sprite have any of it left in them.

And Jack is brought to justice.

He escapes, of course. Multiple times.

But Blaise catches him each time, patching the flaw.

The rehabilitation programs don't work. He keeps trying and trying to escape and a prison, a prison akin to the mortal ones, is made just for Jack.

There are a few more escapes, but they lead nowhere. He's caught each time. Until finally, he stays put. Makes himself comfortable, freezes the building solid with him inside. Brought to justice. (But it didn't bring her back).

Up in the mountains, Winter manages a sigh when she hears the news. Brought to justice. But like she had known the weeks after her darling little girl had passed, like she had told Blaise what felt like eons ago but also, like it was just yesterday, it hadn't brought her back.

And Blaise sits in the empty home, the dust and cobwebs clogging up the surfaces and corners. A sad wind blows through the desolate halls, echoing from bare room to bare room, wailing. He sits at the faded and worn chair at his desk.

He brought Jack in. He caught his daughter's killer. He brought justice.

But it didn't bring her back.

Jacqueline was still gone.

Winter was still gone.

Jack was gone.

They were all still gone, so far gone, and Blaise knew deep down, that he, too was gone.

And nothing could bring him back.

Nothing could bring any of them back.

Not even him.

---

(Comfortably hidden away in the East, The Man chuckles to himself, leaning back in his plush armchair and throwing his feet up on the ottoman below him, a roaring fire crackling in the fireplace. He chuckles to himself. He had heard the news. Blaise had lost everything.

The Man's lips quirked into a sneer of a smile. A simple curse was all it took; and a little bit of time, and boom. Blaise's life? Ruined. The Man closed his eyes, satisfied at last.

He had done it.)

#frowny shots #smile shots #dani writes #tsc #tsc3 #crystal springs #cs #to put this in the tag or not....hmmm...ah what the hell ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #the santa clause 3 #ENJOY THE ANGST #writing blaise visiting jacqueline's grave made me cry and that is not a joke or hyperbole. wholly fuck. #ANDIE YOU HAVE KILLED ME DEAD WITH THIS PROMPT. I HOPE IT DOES THE SAME TO YOU TOO #THEN WE CAN BOTH CHILL WITH TINY JACQUELINE IN THIS NICE SNOWY FLOWERY GRAVE OF ANGST :) #ask box shenanigans #i'd guess this is a solid uh. 2.5k #GOD WHAT A PROMPT #I;VE THOUGHT OF ALL SORTS OF POSSIBILITIES POST DOD BUT NEVER THIS ONE #SO WHEN I GOT TO THINKING AND RICHARD PROMPTED ME? HOLY FUCK. KILLED HIM DEAD.. KILLED ME DEAD. KILLED JACQUELINE DEAD #WOW! I'm gonna go play more hades now and try to forget the angst I have wrought #jack frost #the frosts #jacqueline frost #blinter #well. nega blinter lmao #they wouldn't divorce but they wouldn't support one another and they'd just drift apart as a result! #might make a happier sequel to this. we'll see! #upon posting this. that is NOT where i wanted the read more #but it'll do #i kinda like it there better #anyway time to go cry and play hades! goodnight everybody!

[vilereign]

amidst your cold presence

i am but a prisoner to your pitiful whims

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alternative title hey hi hello here's a hades x y/n thingy which was originally supposed to be another personal yumejo thing but then i reconsidered

#record of ragnarok #終末のワルキューレ #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror hades #snv hades #♱﹔hades #i'll be real honest here . #i blazed through this drawing in just the span of half a week i think and tbh it came out better than i expected #also holy fuck thanks for the love on that last apollo post 😭

[greathairgreatmind]

#god #holy mother of god #there is a god #adam driver #fuck me up #daddy #fuck #suits #hades

[dpurut]

I just got gifted baldur’s gate 3 yesterday night this is a unique kind of euphoria

#me and my dad share a steam account bc we play a lot of the same games and don’t want to spend anything extra #i was playing hades and i get a gift notification from my dad’s friend and im like Oh he mustve asked for something #so i just keep playing for 30 minutes #then i go to check it after closing the game #i see the vampire fucker’s face and recognize the game #i scream #i SPRINT #SPRINT TO THE LIVING ROOM #I GO HOLY SHIT DAD YOUR FRIEND BOUGHT US BG3 #my dad screams #my watch keeps track of my heart rate bc i get palpitations sometimes and the second i saw the game it recorded that it rose from 87 to 140 #i call his friend thank him for like Ten minutes #where did he get that money. idk #idont fucking know i dont want to ask him #800 lira holy shit #i was planning waiting a year or 2 and then pirating #ough

[capmangacap]

#hades is so cute holy fuck I can't #hades #persephone #perséfone #kore #lo hades #hades lo #lo persephone #persephone lo #lo #lore olympus #web comic #web comics #webtoons