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Cascading Smokefall!
In which there is a cascade of events and smoke is falling.
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Peter is floored and very glad that he has nothing to accidentally drop from his hands. What? Why? He finds his tongue.
"Why? Are you changing the deal?"
Ooh, that came out slightly more confused and a bit ruder than he intended. Tombstone lays his hands flat on the counter.
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Me: *Shaves off the serial numbers on three of my blorbos to make a horny BDSM series*
The Series: *morphs to include series notes about intergenerational trauma and the ways adult children will both sacrifice to protect their parents and strain against the ways their parents try to control them "for their own good" before I even finish outlining the first two books*
Me: oh no
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Mortality is a Funny Thing
She was dying.
It was a funny thing. She’d outlived countless stars, saw the birth and death of hundreds of planets, and helped foster even more civilizations. She’d been revered as a deity, a god.
And yet here she was.
Dying.
Death wasn’t a topic she doted on. It wasn’t that she never thought about it–she had lost many friends and family to human mortality–but it was almost insignificant to her, to someone who’d been around as long as she had.
She was dying.
It wasn’t a true death, she wasn’t dying from a disease or injury or even because her age finally caught up to her. No, she was dying from something she never considered: being forgotten. Never, in her countless lifetimes, had she considered that one, she would die, and two that it would be from a lack of attention of all things.
She was worshiped as a god for stars’ sake! How could people forget her? Surely there was still someone who remembered her? Someone who still knew what she did?
But she knew this feeling. This cold, dark thing growing in the pit of her stomach. The moments where her hand fell right through the object she was reaching for. The moments where she faded from her own view for a few seconds, then flickered back like a flame.
Her flame was flickering, the candle almost out of wax.
She was dying.
A slow death. Mostly painless–physically painless that is. It ate away at her slowly, the paranoia and anxiety of when she would flicker out, when she would simply cease to exist.
She was dying, but she had a solution. A horrible solution, one that would most definitely fail, but a solution nonetheless.
She took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. This was her last chance.
Her finger hovered over the button. She could still turn back, accept her fate and be done with it. But she was stubborn and refused to die because of a lack of attention. She'd die kicking and screaming. She pressed the button.
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poisoned mercury | lifestyles of the rich & famous
i. lifestyles of the rich and famous by good charlotte (introduction)
a/n: introductory chapter! introducing the dynamics of the band, luke's relationship with his mom, and teenage boy antics. pre-reader and pre-chb. things will pick up quickly after this, i promise! bear with me as i set the scene :)
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“why the fuck am i seeing tabloids on top of tabloids with my kid’s plastered face on the front page of all of them?”
luke winced at the sound of his mom’s voice echoing through the empty event space. chris covered the bottom half of his face with his shirt, trying to hold in his laughter. may castellan was in her usual pantsuit, high heels clacking against the floor, as she waved around trashy magazines. she was furious.
“ignoring the fact that you are not 21 years old and cannot legally drink, what were you thinking, luke?” travis dropped his drumsticks on the ground, motioning for chris and connor to follow him backstage. they’d seen luke get chewed out by his mom more often since they started their world tour. as the three boys walked toward the side of the stage, may turned to them. “none of you are off the hook either. you may not have been on the front page, but care to listen to what they said about you in one of their glorious articles?”
“i would actually prefer not to, mama castellan,” chris mumbled, suddenly feeling caught. all traces of humor instantly drained from his face. luke couldn’t help but scoff, the boys always gave him shit for getting yelled at by his mom, so he was glad that this time around they were all on the sinking ship.
she dramatically cleared her throat, opening up one of the magazines. luke grimaced at the sight of him on the front page. he was sitting on the curb, his sunglasses askew, with a girl awkwardly patting his back. he doesn’t even remember this. may shot daggers at chris, who was cowering behind his mic stand, “bassist of poisoned mercury, chris rodriguez, was photographed away from the band when he was caught outside smoking something that wasn’t a cigarette, if you catch our drift. hopefully, his habits don’t catch up to him anytime soon.”
she stared at the stolls next, “drummer and lead guitarist of the rising band, travis and connor stoll, didn’t miss out on the fun. they walked out of the club with two models, who looked like twins, along with a bottle of dom perignon before heading into their suv.”
“and my darling child,” her words were sweet but her tone was anything but. luke chewed on the peeling skin of his bottom lip, “superstar, teen heartthrob, poisoned mercury lead singer, luke castellan, had a great night as seen in these pictures. the resident bad boy had one too many, it seems, as he walked out of the club stumbling with a mysterious blonde under his arm. castellan couldn’t make it into the car and had to sit on the curb to puke his guts out. let’s hope his actions didn’t ruin his chance at a budding romance.”
may closed the magazine, arms on her hips. she waited patiently for one of the boys to speak up.
“in our defense, this was in canada,” luke tried to reason, scrunching his face up. “legal drinking age is 18.”
that was the wrong response, luke realized, when his mom’s eyes lit up in anger. she let out a breath, “you were in toronto where the drinking age is 19, which you weren’t until yesterday.”
“i did not know that the drinking age in canada varied by region. i always learn something new whenever i talk to you, mama castellan,” travis said, trying to lighten the mood. connor shot him a look, motioning for him to quit talking. may castellan was clearly not in the mood for jokes.
“i am tired of you guys acting reckless,” she roared, dropping the magazines. they fell with a heavy thud. she rubbed her temples with the pads of her fingers, “your parents trusted me to take care of you guys while you chased your dreams and this is what you’re doing under my watch?!”
seeing his mom at her wit's end made luke feel sick.
“mom,” luke hopped off the stage, ignoring the sound of the magazines ripping under his feet as he landed on top of them, “we’re sorry. i’m sorry.”
“sorry’s not gonna cut it anymore, luke,” may said, shaking her head. “after this tour, you guys are taking a break. no touring, no public appearances.”
“what?” connor exclaimed, joining luke off the stage. the other boys followed, looks of bewilderment evident on their faces. “w-we can’t take a break now!”
“yeah, c’mon, mama c!” chris added, shaking his head, “we’re just getting really big. if we quit now, we’ll lose this momentum.”
“you’re not quitting. it’s just a tiny break– three months,” she cut them off, raising a hand in a stop. “we’ll release a statement to the press saying you guys will be taking some time off to work on your sophomore album so people have something to look forward to when you return.”
“okay, so that’s the cover story,” luke ran a hand through his curls. he knew that there was no winning against his mom when she made up her mind. he looked at her and spoke before the rest of the band continued their protests, “but what are we actually gonna be doing?”
“you’re going to spend your summer in montauk, just like old times,” his mom explained, voice still stern. “you’re going to camp half blood.”
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“what the fuck is a camp half blood?” chris asked, plopping down on the couch they had inside their dressing room. rehearsal was cut short following the news delivered by luke’s mom.
“it’s a music camp,” luke explained, fidgeting with random things sprawled across his desk, trying to find the pack of cigarettes he hid. he really needed to clean up. “my dad used to take me there over the summer when i was younger.”
the topic of luke’s dad was a sore subject for him. his dad left him and his mom when he was 7 for some young waitress from their hometown diner. one second, he was signing up for little league with his dad as the coach; the next, he was sitting in the hallway listening to his mom cry after his dad packed a bag and left town with wendy the waitress in the passenger seat. luke hasn’t heard from him since then. last he checked, his dad was lounging beachside in santa monica with his third wife who was definitely too young for him. as far as he’s concerned, his dad was dead to him.
but he couldn’t deny that his time at camp half blood was the place of origin of some of his best childhood memories. he got his first taste of what it was like to be on stage at camp half blood; the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the pounding of his heart at the applause, the wild images in his head about what it would be like to be known for his music-- it all started at camp half blood. he was his happiest at camp, at least before his dad ruined it for him.
“is it fun?” travis asked, twirling a fresh pair of drumsticks between his fingers.
“used to be, yeah,” luke chuckled, hoisting himself up to sit on the desk. “haven’t been there since i was seven.”
“dude, i do not want to hang out with a bunch of little kids all summer,” chris groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall.
“relax, rodriguez,” luke lit a cigarette, inhaling the smoke before continuing. “there’s two sides to the camp. we’ll be with the older kids.”
“oh shit, is camp half blood mr. d’s music camp?” connor asked. the name of the camp was starting to sound familiar to him.
luke took another drag, nodding, “that’s the one.”
“dude, i fucking love mr. d. he always has the wildest stories,” travis laughed, “he’s so mellow and chill now, i wouldn’t’ve ever guessed he used to be like that.”
“it was the 90’s,” chris shrugged, “pretty sure everyone was like that at one point.”
“paid off for him though,” connor replied, opening a bag of doritos. he offered a chip to his brother, who in return, snatched the bag for himself. connor rolled his eyes, reaching over to grab another one. he was used to this. “i mean being a ceo of a multi-million dollar recording company isn’t too shabby.”
luke hummed along, mindlessly, letting the chatter of his bandmates fill the air. the three boys fell into a conversation about the last time they saw mr. d at the recording studio when they were finishing up the vocals for their debut album, but luke’s mind was far away from the topic at hand. he couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment from his body. he knew the way his mom looked at him would haunt him for the next few nights.
it wasn’t like he was actively trying to disappoint her– really, he wasn’t, but he just gets so caught up in the noise of fame that he forgets how to act under the pressure. there was something about his mom breaking down in front of him because of him that tore him apart. he felt guilty. his mom didn’t ask for this life, she didn’t even want it. she was content being a suburban mom in westport, connecticut, but she gave up her comfy life to let luke live out his dreams of being a musician.
he was lucky, he knew that. not every mom would be on board with her kid dropping out of traditional high school to perform rowdy songs about teenage angst, but may castellan was okay with it because she loved luke so much and wanted him to be happy. so when poisoned mercury got a record deal with olympus records, she didn’t hesitate to drop everything and go on the road with four unruly teenagers, promising their parents that she’d take care of their sons.
sometimes, he thinks about what his mom sees when she looks at him. he wonders if she still recognized him, the him before all the fame got to his head.
he was may castellan’s little boy. the boy who used to beg his mom for chocolate chip cookies after a bad day at school, who used to knock on her door in the middle of the night wondering why he wasn’t enough for his dad to stay, and who cried when she got him his first guitar on his tenth birthday. for most of his life, it’s always just been him and his mom.
now, at 19, luke didn’t know who he was anymore. he was just going with the flow, doing whatever, doing whoever, his fame and his status threw his way. he did what any teenage boy would do in his position– he drank, he smoked, he had fun, maybe too much fun, sometimes. it’s a rockstar’s life, his wildest dreams come to life, but it was a distraction, mostly. luke wasn’t brave enough to face the music just yet, so he dove into this fantasy head-first, too afraid to look back.
except sometimes, he fucks up really badly, like in toronto, and he’s forced to deal with the consequences of his actions. one time, his mom cut the band off from playing video games on the tour bus for a month after a heated argument between the four of them caused them to cancel a show. the argument was stupid. luke was adamant that scorpions did not have the same mental capacity for understanding pain that humans do and that did not bode well with travis. rehearsal ended in a brawl because travis kept doing impromptu drum solos to drown out luke’s voice. his mom was pissed that hundreds of fans were disappointed over the canceled show and it was all because they couldn’t agree over a damn scorpion.
another time, she banned them from driving the golf carts around the venue when they crashed it into a very expensive sound system in portland. they ended up owing upwards of $4,000 for the damages and were banned from playing at the event space ever again. the four of them laughed about it when the chaos of it all subsided, and they were fine not playing at the house of hades again, but they did miss the snack bar they set up for visiting talents. chris said he still dreamt about the pomegranate juice ‘til this day.
luke can look back at the punishments over the years fondly now. in the grand scheme of things, none of it really mattered. but going to camp half blood? this was a different type of punishment.
luke didn’t want to go to camp half blood. the last memory he had of camp was not a welcomed one. plus, after what he experienced on tour, he could think of a million other ways to spend his summer months, and living at a camp with spotty cell service and designated arts and crafts time was nowhere near the top of the list.
“yo, castellan,” chris’ voice snapped luke out of his thoughts. “you comin?”
luke put out his cigarette against the wood of his desk, “huh?”
“we’re grabbing food, do you wanna go with us?”
luke hopped off the desk, slipping on his black, puffer jacket, “yeah, i’m right behind you.”
as luke was walking out of the dressing room, adjusting his t-shirt, he saw his mom talking to teddy, their publicist. they were engaged in a serious conversation, no doubt talking about the press release regarding their second album and their hiatus. luke stood in front of the door for a brief moment, a stutter in his steps, not knowing if he should interrupt.
luke pursed his lips, deciding to jog over to his mom.
“i think we should post it on the band accounts first before the boys announce it individually. it make–” may furrowed her eyebrows, noticing luke coming closer to her. she turned her body to face him. she looked much calmer now than she did during rehearsals, “hey, what’s wrong?”
luke shook his head, “nothin’, mom. i just–uh, just wanted to say sorry again.”
“let’s talk later, may,” teddy gave the two of them a small smile before walking away.
“i’m not changing my mind about camp half blood,” she frowned. “sorry, luke but i can’t have you guys running around all sum–”
“no, no, i know, mom. i-i didn’t come here to try to convince you,” luke looked down at his feet, suddenly feeling like a little boy again. “i just– uh, shit. okay, i’m sorry for toronto. it was a bad time and it’s not fair that you have to deal with the fall out of our shit. and uh– thank you for sticking by us even though we drive you kinda crazy.”
may laughed, smiling at her son, “you’re my kid. you know i’ll always be there to set you straight.”
“thanks, mom,” luke chuckled, backing away to catch up with his bandmates. may waved goodbye, making her way to teddy’s makeshift office. before luke left the tunnel, he turned around, “wait mom! last thing!”
she raised her eyebrows, “what?”
luke raised his hand in a thumbs-up motion, grinning from ear to ear, “love you!”
“i love you too, kiddo,” may replied, a hand over her heart. “now scram, i gotta clean up your mess.”
#frances writes#hermes will never beat the deadbeat dad allegations#poisoned mercury#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan fanfic#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan pjo#luke castellan x you#luke castellan x yn#luke castellan x y/n#luke pjo#percy jackson fanfic#percy jackson
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I can't stop thinking about the rings on Hermes' fingers. I can't. Whats the story behind those? Did he start wearing them because Charon gave them to him as a job well done? The weirdest gift imaginable to your professional associate?
Did Hermes steal them to be a cheeky bastard and got them fitted and put them on for the jokes? Did he start wearing them apropos of nothing? Just happen to start accessorizing like his professional associate? Is it part of a shared uniform? Can we see the employee handbook?
Did Charon go out and get rings commissioned to look exactly like his for not one, but two of his partner in crimes' fingers, slide each lovingly onto Hermes' corresponding digits, and then gently hold his now bejeweled hands in his own to see how they match, knowing Hermes will now carry something of Charon with him when he leaves him for his dangerous work?
I'm just. Asking. Questions. But I swear to God, if we get Charon's portrait and he has a feather or an orange ribbon somewhere on his person, I will be inconsolable for days.
#charmes#hades game#hades 2#charon hades#hermes hades#i dont even necessarily want answers to these questions#i enjoy that this ship is about piecing together a scattered puzzle and inferring something from it#they dont even need to be canon for me to go feral again#so long as they still just as weird about each other as the first game and the same kind of mystery surrounds their partnership#ill be so happy without my favorite boys being canon#but dear god if they are. if we get even a scrap of them being explicitly sweet to each other#i just AH ill be ripping and tearing at shit#im gunna write fic again i can feel it in me bones
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Have a little doodle I did about two weeks ago 🫣
I struggle posting thing individually, but I am working on fixing it
#I’m writing a fic for these losers too#I swear I’m not dead and I haven’t forgotten about anything#I’ve just been sick on and off for weeks 😂#this’ll be the the first published fanfiction I’ve ever made so#fingers crossed#anyway#Hermes#Persephone#hades & persephone#Disney’s Hercules#fan oc
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If I ever write a no powers au it is going to be a who dunnit about Zeus’s death because literally everyone has a motive and now since everyone is mortal everyone has the means to murder him.
Murder suspects
Athena- Believes that Zeus is running the company inefficiently and if he just listened to her everything would be fixed. Once tried to take over the Olympian Holdings. Her alibi is completely air tight like she knew this would happen…
Hades- Zeus once tried to harm his lover. Rival business owners.
Posideon- Extreme brotherly rivalry and also rival business owner.
Apollo- Recently disowned son who has taken his disowning suspiciously well… has the medical know how to pull off some interesting stuff. Second most likely to be framed.
Hera- We all know her motive. And you know what she deserves to kill him at this point
Luke- trying to destroy Olympian Holdings for its shady business practices and has his own complicated ties to the Olympian family.
Ares- Recently written out of the will for doing something stupid. Has a gun at all times. Most likely to be framed.
Hermes- Zeus’s aid for a ridiculous amount of time with no career advancement. Has info on the other suspects that he is very willing to share. Has recently been in hot water with Zeus over the actions of his son Luke.
Thalia and Jason Grace- Zeus’s bastard children who are set to inherit a lot of his money.
I have no idea who the detective would be since there isn’t an unbiased demigod with the intelligence to deal with this mess. Tempted to have the detectives be Percy and Annabeth. Will Solace would also make a great medical consultant.
Who do you think would do it?
#percy jackson#this is my most complicated fic idea ever#fics i will never write#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo zeus#trials of apollo#lester papadopoulos#pjo#toa#jason grace#Athena pjo#Hermes pjo#pjo ares#luke castellan#annabeth chase#pjo hera#will solace#thalia grace
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Hermes is the exhausted traveler who spent almost a full twenty four hours traveling from one place to the next. He drags his feet along the floor as he lugs his overstuffed suitcase of souvenirs behind him then immediately perks up when he sees the time and rushes to make his next flight.
Hermes is the excited tourist who struggled to save thousands of dollars for the chance to visit another country that they've admired for so long. He zips around from place to place, stopping to take photos of the gorgeous sights he may never see again, and he dives in head first at any opportunity to participate in or witness cultural traditions.
Hermes is the newly-wed groom who enthusiastically jumped on his flight with his spouse for his first honeymoon. He tenderly holds hands with his lover, resting their heads on one another, as they both stare, wide-eyed, at a strikingly clear sky populated with glistening stars and makes a wish as he mistakes a satellite for a comet.
Hermes is the single father who desperately needed a vacation but couldn't find a babysitter in time. He smiles contently as he lounges on a beach chair, soaking up the sun, and watches his two girls pretending to be sea monsters in the ocean's waters a few feet away.
Hermes is the college frat boy who travelled to the beach a couple cities away for his spring break vacation. He chugs down another glass of beer and belts out karaoke with his best friend to the song I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston at 3am, likely annoying their neighbors in the hotel room next door.
Hermes is the fragile old man who finally got the chance to return to his home country after years of having no choice but to live abroad. He smiles nostalgically at the small town he grew up in, sipping at a cup of coffee as he sits in an old café he used to visit often, admiring the scenery and feeling torn about how much things have changed in his absence.
Hermes is the anxious student who managed to get an opportunity studying abroad with their school. He nervously examines the map of the metro lines and stations, attempting to catch a metro back to his temporary housing after a full day of wandering the city and being too afraid to ask a stranger for directions.
Hermes is the young boy who took his first plane ride alone to visit his dad after the separation. He shyly converses with the nice lady seated next to him on the plane, sharing very little information but enjoying the company regardless.
Hermes takes the form of all travellers. His spirit journeys with us as we travel by plane, car, bus, or train. He waits in line for the metro ticket by our sides, he rocks out to our favorite songs with us in our cars, he squeezes our hands during the turbulence on the plane, he stares out the bus window with us as we listen to headphones.
Hermes is the spirit of The Traveller, and on every trip we take, every journey we embark on, every first step on the road of life, he wishes us safe travels.
#hermes deity#hermes worship#helpol#hellenic polytheism#deity worship#devotional writing#hellenic pagan#not sure if this counts as poetry lol#but i hope y'all enjoy this#i wrote it while being wxhaused from travel that almost lasted a full 24 hours#so it may not be that good lmao sorry
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In TOA, I like the idea that because Apollo is usually associated with fertility deities, which can sometimes present itself as being his lovers in mythology / being generally associated with him, sometimes fertility deities have an unexplainable Thing for this guy / want to be besties / immediately feel amicable towards him for no reason.
they look at him and go “man that seems like a swell guy. I feel really happy now. Why”
like:
Hyacinthus being worshipped as a fertility deity.
That one time he mentioned the flock of nymphs that love him.
Frey. (Just Frey)
Maybe Persephone had a crush on him when they were kids and Demeter was like “AWW do you want to get married when you’re older??” And Apollo cried because he didn’t want to get married to her.
also the fact that in the Orphic hymn Demeter / Rhea prophesies that Persephone will marry Apollo. You can spin it to imply she would approve of this marriage?? Which given Apollo Love Life™️, implies, with even more stretching, than Demeter approves of Apollo??? (At least until the time they fought bc she wouldn’t let him date another one of his daughters??)
Apollo was (once) Zeus’ favourite son.
Hera is jealous bc he’s capable and “a good son”, which is therefore only possible if she thinks he’s capable and talented.
That One Time in That One Hymn where Aphrodite was basically like “if I was mortal and I could be Apollo’s wife I’d drop everything to be with him!! But not because I like him or anything haha” (I’m so sorry I completely forgot where it was from BUT I REMEMBER A SCREENSHOT OF A TRANSLATION I KNOW IT’S REAL I SWEAR). Also the idea of Aphrodite having a crush on Apollo at some point where he literally just Does Not Care or Doesn’t Even Notice is so so funny.
Being Best Buds with Hermes and Dionysus.
oh yeah couldn’t Artemis arguably be fertility bc childbirth? In that case. Twin.
ALSO IMAGINE IF COMMODUS GOT DEIFIED AS A FERTILITY GOD. THAT WOULD BE SO FUNNY. Imagine going “I’m going to persist as a god so I can D E S T R O Y my E X who I HATE SO MUCH I’m GOING TO KILL HIM and you become People Who Like Apollo type of god.
#apollo#toa#hyacinthus#dionysus#hermes#persephone#demeter#aphrodite#frey#freypollo#commodus#I literally love freypollo so much why don’t I write about them more. Auaghgh
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fluff headcanons
Super excited for the new season, and had to come up with some fluff scenarios for some of my faves
Heron
He just needs someone to talk to, listen to him, hold him if he needs it, a close anchor as he navigates through his newfound life and powers
Apollo
Allow him to recite you a new poem he’s created in his spare time, or a new composition from his lyre
Ares
Not the most conventional type of fluff, but he’s either down for a good duel or wants you to help him relax after his fights
Hermes
Spending quiet quality time with the god messenger is the best way, given he’s most likely exhausted after his responsibilities
Seraphim
He needs all the fluff there is!!
In the rare moments he can, gentle touches and playing with his long braid are a sure wha to have him be putty in your hand
#blood of zeus#boz x reader#my writing#boz seraphim#boz hermes x reader#headcanons#boz heron#boz apollo#boz seraphim x reader#boz ares#BoZ hermes#writeblr#writers on tumblr#blood of zeus apollo x reader#writers of tumblr#blood of zeus ares x reader#BoZ headcanons#blood of zeus hermes x reader#blood of Zeus headcanons#blood of zeus x reader
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Rainer Maria Rilke, from Gods & Mortals: Modern Poems on Classics; "Orpheus, Eurydice, Hermes,"
#lit#rainer maria rilke#poetry#sky#words#poetry in translation#fragments#selections#orpheus eurydice hermes#writings#gods & mortals: modern poems on classics#p
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There came a day when there were two mortals, one beloved by Dyonisus and another by Hermes, who fell in love.
They decided that, when they were wed, they wanted to both be united in worship of the same deity. However, they could not find a fair way to decide which.
So, on their wedding day, they communed with their gods. They did this by consuming a quite astonishing amount of mind-altering substances.
(This went largely unremarked upon by the guests of their tastefully rustic ceremony, as they did so during the photos. Thus, everyone was busy with Instagram and/or fistfighting that one uncle who had really had it coming.)
Being quite thoroughly stoned - to the degree that they were not only *out* of their gourds but that if you asked the gourds about them then the gourds would have denied them three times - their consciousnesses drifted up into the firmament to walk upon Olympus.
Hermes and Dyonisus agreed that they would settle this in a game of poker.
The couple nodded and smiled beatifically, happy to be valued so highly as to be chips in a cosmic game (also, snacks were provided, which was a real win).
The two deities locked eyes over the poker table, their two drugged up devotees between them.
"Well, I think we can agree on one thing." Said Hermes, stuffing cards up his sleeves.
"Oh yes." replied Dionysus, as he spiked Hermes' ambrosia.
"The stakes have never been higher."
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"Don't suppose you know which way I need to go?" He asks the lazy eye of the moon, peeking down at him through a hole in the heavy blanket of winter clouds.
If the moon has an answer, it keeps its own counsel. He scoffs, walking onwards, crunch of his boots in the frost deadening the sounds of night creatures and the hiss of the wind in the iced trees.
"I left the midwest to get away from this shit," He says, shooting the moon a wry glance. That and other things. The flash of teeth, the wet undulating howl of a thing that will haunt his nightmares flashes in front of his eyes, cutting away to the cold, unimpressed stare of his father across the dinner table. Steve shakes his head, "Goddamn."
Ten years out of high school had found him skittering out along the the interstate, drifting through college and then picking up any job he could land that wasn't "A waste of all that money we sunk into you."
Steve's neck aches, drawing tight, an old familiar tension. He shakes it off. Keeps trodding along the empty road, working his fingers over the gas can. He knew he'd fucked himself passing over the gas station a good hour behind him, but the way the clerk's eyes had roved over him at the last one, the long pause before he'd said "sir" had him hedging his bets that his tank could make it to the next town, not considering that Oklahoma wasn't any better than Indiana on that front.
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Polympians Event!
Clarifying right off the gate: This does NOT mean exclusively Percy x poly Olympians, it means any god/Percy ship.
EDIT: I made a sideblog for the event: @polympians-event
EDIT 2: Here's the link to the AO3 collection!
What is the Polympians Event?
What I have in mind is an open event for any and all god/Percy ships. You ship Percy with only one god? Fill the prompts with only that ship! You sail many different god/Percy ships? Fill each prompt with a different ship, if you want! A full Percy/Olympians poly ship, OT3 or any poly constellation? Primordial gods, titans or non-Olympian gods? Any god(s)/Percy ship goes!
I've seen, in recent years, that god/Percy ships have gained quite some traction and I love that, so much. But while there are bigger ships that do have their own events, there are also the tiny rarepairs that don't get these chances, and even with the bigger ones, not everyone has the time/energy to participate in all their ships' events. So one blanket event, where the biggest of god/Percy ships and the rarest of god/Percy ships are equally welcome.
Are there rules to this?
Yes, but only the most basic. No ship bashing or harassment of other participants. The event is open to all god/Percy ships, which means people will participate with your NOTPs too. Don't like them? Don't read them. Instead, focus on the new content to your own ships! If you can't be a civil, normal person about this, then this event isn't for you.
Whether you want to write smut or not is entirely up to you, but you ought to tag appropriately!
What's the plan?
I chose the dates of the Lightning Thief quest for this event! Meaning it will run from May 28th (Percy waking up at CHB) to June 21st (Percy returning the Master Bolt and Helmet).
That length works out well for there to be 12 prompts, and you would have two days to post each prompt, plus an additional 13th prompt on the last day, to keep with the theme of the Olympians.
I'll get an AO3 collection started to which you can submit your entries on AO3 and, if there would be interest in it, I could start a sideblog specifically for this event to which entries (with proper ship tags so you can filter out your NOTPs) will be reblogged as a signal boost.
What are the prompts?
May 28th/29th: Roman
May 30th/31st: wedding/marriage
June 1st/2nd: The sea does not like to be restrained
June 3rd/4th: family focus
June 5th/6th: jealous/possessive [god]
June 7th/8th: role-swap AU (god!Percy/demigod![god])
June 9th/10th: Modern AU/no powers
June 11th/12th: metamorphosis/shapechange
June 13th/14th: godly gifts
June 15th/16th: Aphrodite ships it
June 17th/18th: Percy accepts godhood
June 19th/20th: yearning/pining
June 21st: Mythology
And because I'm bad at phrasing short prompts, here some explanations on what I had in mind with them, though you are of course free to interpret them in whatever manner you read them!
Roman: could mean the Roman aspect of the god, a Roman!Percy AU, or whatever else you want to make of it!
family focus: Are Percy and the god married with children of their own? Percy as step-parent to campers? The god meeting Sally, Paul and/or Tyson?
metamorphosis/shapechange: the gods have a track-record of turning people into animals or plants. Does this mean full animal, or catboy/other hybrid? Is this angst or fluff?
godly gifts: magic powers granted to Percy, or literal physical gifts to court, or something else?
Aphrodite ships it: Aphrodite as wing-woman, hyping and helping, can also very much include Aphrodite/Percy since she would be her own biggest shipper
Mythology: could be a mythological AU where Percy takes on a role from the past, or specific elements of a tale that recur, anything
Let me know if you're interested so I know I won't be hosting this just for myself!
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I’m a Hermes devotee, of course I’m a writer
I’m a Hermes devotee, of course I go “COWS!!” every time I’m in the car and see a herd
I’m a Hermes devotee, of course I’ve learned 4 languages in my life (and of course I’ve forgotten most of them)
I’m a Hermes devotee, of course I wrestle my husband
I’m a Hermes devotee, of course I’m impulsive
I’m a Hermes devotee, of course I double majored in musical theatre and English
I’m a Hermes devotee, of course I steal from corporations but never mom and pop shops
I’m a Hermes devotee, of course I wait for packages in the mail with feverish excitement
I’m a Hermes devotee, of course I tip well
I’m a Hermes devotee, of course I’m obsessed with chickens
I’m a Hermes devotee, of course I’m DMing multiple separate DnD games
I’m a Hermes devotee, of course I love stand up comedy and improv
I’m a Hermes devotee, of course I’ve been to 38 states and 8 foreign countries
I’m a Hermes devotee, of course I don’t have a drivers license and use my passport as ID
#hermes deity#paganblr#hermes devotee#hermes worship#hermes#helpol#hellenic worship#hellenic polytheism#hellenic paganism#hellenic pagan#the wolf speaks#devotional writing
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The similarities between Apollo - Hermes and Apollo - Heracles friendship is honestly kind of delightful:
- Steal something from him: Hermes stole the cattle; Heracles stole the tripod (well, tried to)
- Indulge in his favourite activity to build friendship: Hermes played music; Heracles built a city with Apollo
- Get their titles and some gifts from him: Hermes was appointed as the messenger of gods and given his rod; Alcides was renamed Heracles and was gifted a bow
- Try to get a share in his oracles but fail to do so: Hermes asked Apollo to share the secrets of his divination; Heracles tried to create his own oracle using Apollo's tripod
- Share a celestial object with him: the planet Mercury was called as Apollo in the daytime; the constellation Gemini were believed to be Apollo and Heracles.
All of this can't be a coincidence. Hermes must have shared his notes with Heracles.
#Apollo#Hermes#Heracles#Hermes: here's how to piss of Apollo and still be his friend#Heracles: *furiously writes it down*#also if i had a nickel for everytime Heracles killed someone and got sick and went to Apollo to get rid of the sins#I'd have like 3 nickels#which isn't a lot but I bet Apollo's tired of his brother getting himself in such troubles#Apollo info#mine
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