#prince zag

[skatesfullofsunshine]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hades (Video Game 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Zagreus (Hades Video Game) Additional Tags: Zagreus Needs a Hug (Hades Video Game), Poetry Summary:

A short poem about Zagreus and the inevitable cycle he has found himself in, which was inspired by some game dialogue I came across today while facing the heroes of Elysium.

#Hades #Hades Zagreus #Zagreus #Prince Zagreus #Prince Zag #Hades Video Game #Poetry Fanfiction #Zagreus Needs A Hug

[mariquitascadoodles]

Aunty Eos and Uncle Zaggy !

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I wanted to draw these silly goobers with their niece and nephew >:D

I love these two mfs having hypothetical children , they most non parent material people having kiddos and being aight for the most part

This is so dumb but I love it sm

Idk what anatomy is , LEAVE ME ALONE :,^D

#thedragonprince #tdpart #tdp #the dragon prince #thedragonprincefanart #thedragonprinceart #tdpoc #tdp fanart #thedragonprinceoc #the dragon prince ocs #this is so stupid but I love em sm QwQ #they are just lil silly gooses UwU #mari:tdpoc #mari;tdpart #mariquita;art #startouchoc #the dragon prince startouch elf #also peak me going back and forth with the black hair streaks in zags hair

[hot-footed-heir]

Had I not, as you put it, "put her destiny over her life," she would not have a life remaining in that instance, regardless. This is necessary. Without guidance, all I could do was to make sure she did not become lazy and insolent.

How dare you insinuate I was the one who caused my kingdom to fall? I was not the one who needed to and failed to acquire the one thing that was needed to stop the Calamity. All I could do in that time was to uphold my kingdom as best as possible.

~Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule

And here you are with the same exact words Father used for me. Lazy and insolent. If I had an Obol for every time I heard those words thrown at me for any perceived lack of discipline, I'd have enough to pay Charon to ferry all of Greece.

From what I'm hearing, you pushed a poor girl who was hardly even of age to the point of breaking under the stress. You never even tried to support her as you did so. You just foisted the responsibility onto someone who could hardly even understand the gravity of it at the time and left to tend to your precious throne.

And what did you even do to uphold the kingdom? And I'm not asking what you told others to do. I'm not asking what you delegated to whatever servants to the crown you held so dear. What did you, yourself, ever do to support those under your rule? Did you take up arms alongside your army? Did you pick up a hammer to assist your masons in building your fortifications? Did you ever, even once, do so much as lift a finger to let your subjects know that you truly ever cared for them, and not just your title as King?

I rarely ever use the word, but you've earned it.

You, Rhoam, are pathetic.

#Anonymous #Prince's Chronicles #Pokemon #Pokemon RP #Pokemon IRL #Rotomblr #//This is the closest Zag has gotten to yelling at ANYONE

[kingsbride-a]

Zagreus: We'll see about that.

A first encounter between Zagreus and Dianthus within Elysium!

#💘: [ edits ] #🌺 | daughter of chloris #[ little prince of hell ] #i love writing dia being mean to zag btw its so fun

[flamefooting]

so many things still aren't set up yet but ship with zagreus he's so down for anything-

#zag is transmac poly and bi and that is my canon #;sir this is my emotional support prince of the underworld. (ooc)

[sketchy-galaxy]

If I don't see my fucking mans in this game I'm gonna KILLL

#starrtalks #i love how everyones getting new favs and im like #SHOW ME THE PRINCE SHOW HIM TO ME #melinoë is AWESOME i love her #BUT I GOTTA SEE ZAG

[bledf1rst]

@thanatologies said / " [ intertwine & hold ] // for ZAG 😤 "

it's cavernous, the hole in his chest. he feels as though he will be SWALLOWED by the grief. he doesn't realize his nails somehow aren't biting into his palm until there's a nigh-silent whoosh of air, and mort is extracted from the cramped curl of his fingers.

" than, " he says his name around a mouthful of shattered glass, tongue sticking hopelessly to his palate and leaving him unable to form any other words, " -than. " there's the slide of skin against his calloused palm and he realizes- with a delirious START- that it truly is thanatos holding his fingers, comforting zagreus whilst he weeps silently. he can taste the salt on his lips when he wets them, and than's silent, ASSURING presence lets his head fall forward, forehead landing somewhere between his collarbone and neck. a tremor splices through his gait and zagreus clenches his free hand in the silk of thanatos' robes, gripping like he'll DIE if he doesn't. perhaps he will. perhaps he wants to.

the syllable rolls out of his mouth again, relentless. it's the ONE thing he can manage as he curls closer, gravitates however near he needs to in order to feel consoled, " than. than. "

the intimacy of hands, STILL ACCEPTING.

#i could not come up with a SINGLE thing for zag to be upset about but i made him weepy anyways LMAOOOOO #( in chara. ) * zagreus. prince of blood / fire-footed. #( in chara. ) * inbox / answered. #thanatologies

[trickywanderer]

@cindersteps

(🍹): Thanks to his current adventure to be done, Lognei have went into Underworld to see if he could do any more challenges for himself. So far, he’s in Tartarus with no shocking surprises. It is highly possible that his boat took him in this spirit realm as mockery of his legendary status and being mortal. Of course as “Master of Chaos”, crowded of fire torches couldn’t forbid the wanderer from having really hot sauna day as he just pull out ball chair from his trick satchel and began his narration of this realm.

“The very dark place is full of red and sufferin’, many souls could not have come for their own choice as well as tryin’ to get out of this hell place. Ooh, that was nice one, gotta write that down.” He had his book that can record what he said as part of his task and storyteller. And he’s expert at that. While writing it down on this very page, he just witness someone walking in this realm without trouble, “And now here we are, seein’ the guy who just come in realm without… whoa, that’s the turn of event!”

#traveling is mi thing (ic) #wanderer that walks in spirit realm (adult human au) #prince of dead (cindersteps) #//been playing game #//long time and I just #//wanna chat with zag! #//xD

[shanastoryteller]

Happy holidays! Do you have any zagreus interacting with other gods? Thanks so much

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15

Other people are learning about Zagreus.

Not that they know it's him, of course. He goes by the moniker prince.

Just enough to direct prayers and pay tributes, but a nameless god standing against Demeter? It's enough to send the whole pantheon in an uproar.

It's enough to send Demeter to heights of rage that Artemis previously thought her incapable of reaching.

There are gardens that her frost can't touch. Fruit she she has no hand in growing.

There are people who will not submit and die as she wishes it, blaming mortals for her daughter's death and so making them pay the price for a lost goddess.

Not even Zeus has rained destruction upon the mortals like Demeter had and not even Zeus can stop her.

It's too much. Too much taken, too much suffering.

Persephone was a sweet girl. But her loss is not worth the life of every mortal upon the earth.

Artemis is with Aphrodite, both of them having been evoked powerfully enough to send shivers down their spine. She leans against her spear and tried to think of any other way to fix this.

It's a town on the edge of collapse, a thick forest between them and the rest of civilization. In spring the journey is long but easy enough, but it hasn't been spring for a long time.

There's no game to hunt. Loved ones are dying. They beg and beg to any god that will listen but while every god can hear them no god can save them.

None but one.

But how would they know? This far out, there only contact is other isolated villages too deep in the world.

"I'm tired," Aphrodite whispers, knees pulled to her chest, something about her coltish in her helplessness.

Artemis has never tried this. She doesn't even know if it will work. But he won't ever find his way here on his own. "Can you keep a secret, Aphrodite?"

She shifts her head enough to look at her with a single garnet eye. "What secret do you have, sister mine?"

"Aphrodite," she says warningly.

She huffs, amusement aging her. "Yes, yes, my silence or my life. What is it?"

Artemis hopes she doesn't regret this. She hopes it works. "Prince Zagreus!"

"What's Zag going to do?" Aphrodite blinks. "He can't even-"

She cuts herself off and Artemis knows she's thinking through the first part, coming to the obvious conclusion and rejecting it out of hand.

"Artemis?"

They both turn and Zagreus is standing there. Not as image or projection like he was the last time they met face to face, but solidly beside her in the flesh.

He grimaces in pain and raises a hand to his side before straightening and forcing his arm down. Whatever it is that keeps him in his father's realm still has some hold on him, it seems.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something," he says. There's blood on his teeth. There wasn't any a couple seconds ago. "Oh, hi Aphrodite. Er. Please don't tell anyone."

"It's you?" Aphrodite demands. "You?"

"I am me," he agrees.

Artemis would beat him if they had the time for it. "Can you help them? This village will die. Word of you hasn't reached them and your temples are too far to travel too even if they had."

He grins it's all red. His blood drips down his chin. "It's not going to be pretty."

Artemis has never thought about how exactly the god of life and blood spreads his blessings. She thinks she's regretting that now.

"Pretty's my domain anyway," Aphrodite snaps. "Help them."

Zagreus moves too quickly for Artemis to stop. He grabs her spear and slices down his chest and then there's blood everywhere, pouring out of him, more than should be in any one body.

Aphrodite screams and Artemis wrenches the spear away, horrified. "This is celestial silver! You can't - even gods can't heal from it!"

"Death heals all wounds," he says and there's blood down his chin, spilling out his mouth with his every breath.

Then he's running.

They talk off after him and it's easy to follow his trail, the deluge blood and smell of copper filling her nose as they chase him.

Zagreus is mad. When she wasn't looking he went insane and now she's killed him.

They have to slow him down, have to get him to Hermes. It should be easy, they're goddesses and he's dying, but he stays fast enough to stay just out of their grasps.

He's lose a body's worth of blood a dozen times over and yet still more flows.

He finally trips and falls, giving gurgling breathes.

"Zagreus!" she shouts as she and Aphrodite fall into the snow beside him. "Zagreus, hold on, it's going to be okay."

He laughs and pats her cheek. He's too pale. "Relax. I die all the time."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Aphrodite demands, trying to put her hands over the wound but it's too long to stem.

Zagreus doesn't answer.

His body goes slack and it takes Artemis several seconds to realize the person screaming is her.

Aphrodite is sitting there shell shocked and bewildered and then Zagreus's body sinks into the earth, not even reacting to Artemis's attempts to hold on.

"Oh."

She looks up and Aphrodite is looking behind them. Artemis slowly follows her gaze.

Every place blood touched the ground, there now grows bushes of bright purple berries, more vibrant than any fruit she's seen grow that shade. They grow thick and fat on every branch and if there anything like the other food in Prince's gardens, it will keep them alive and they'll be able to grow more themselves.

If they're willing to sacrifice the blood.

The next time Artemis sees Zagreus, she's going to kill him.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #cherryblossomshadow #hades game

[momchilles]

thinking of that early game line in which dusa tells zagreus that if he does leave they will all miss him and i just … feel so emotional because i don’t think zag realizes how much everyone in the house loves him. to be fair - everyone expresses it terribly bad except for achilles and nyx 😭 but he’s so so loved he’s really THEIR prince .

#zagreus #hades game #hades #he’s like princess diana #i love him

[lcverwrites]

aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader (daemon's daughter) drabble

note: am I playing into the over popular trope of making reader daemon's daughter: yes, I am. am I sorry about it: no I am not.

"No one could love a cripple" Aemond sulked, placing his hands below his chest, feeling the subtle rise and fall of each breath he took.

His alabaster skin was still tickled pink with splatters of blood, the thick oozing had subsided after the Maester had stitched the clean slice across his flawless skin. The stitching zig-zagged across his skin, protruding in places and sinking in others. The dark black thread starkly standing out against the pale hue of his skin. Starting from his temple, coursing down the right side of his face, right over his once violet eye, down to the middle of his cheek.

Right over his once violet eye.

It wasn't something to gloss over, Lucerys had slashed Aemond right across his eye, taking the damn eye with it. There was nothing left behind to salvage, so the Maester had said, he was lucky the blade did not go any deeper.

She shuddered at the thought, loosing an eye was a terrible misfortune, but she would be forever grateful that Aemond was strong enough to survive it.

"I won't listen to you speak so terribly about yourself" She retorted, seating herself on the edge of Aemond's bed, placing her hands gently in her lap.

"'Tis nothing but the truth" Aemond hummed lowly, his single eye stared blankly at the ceiling.

Whatever thoughts that carried their way through his mind, she was not privy to them. She bit her tongue, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him, her Aemond.

The boy she knew, the one who lurked beneath the scared surface, who hid behind his brooding and melancholy thoughts, the boy who couldn't keep a single thought from her, the one person in the world who was nothing but truthful with her.

But now, it was as if she were talking with a stranger. Someone she no longer knew, he was guarded in a way that was strange to her, she wasn't able to see past the solid walls he was starting to build.

"No, it is not true, I won't let you believe that is the truth" She was firm in her words, no stuttering to be found, though she felt as if her heart was about to leap from her chest, nervousness tickling her skin.

"How can you prove something that is so plainly shown" Aemond's voice lowered, sounding as if he was on the verge of bursting into tears, but holding himself back from further humilation.

There was nothing to be ashamed of, not with her.

"You forget yourself, my prince" She replied simply.

"There isn't a woman in the seven kingdoms who would take a second glance at a boy with a scar as hideous as mine own" Aemond finally looked at her.

Her breath caught in the back of her throat, stilling her heart for a mere moment. For the first time since the prince had returned to King's Landing, he showered her with his unbridled emotions. There were so many things swirling around in those violet hues, so many emotions.

She could hear the bitterness pouring from his words, sticking to every syllable that passed his lips. She could see the hatred shading his eyes, stormy and crackling. Like lighting striking the earth beneath her feet, like embers of a flame licking at her skin, it was a searing sort of hatred.

But there was fear, a coldness lingering in the deep hue of his eye, like he was fighting off the sharp, howling winter winds from the North. A frigidness in the way his shoulders sat, straighter, almost vexing, preparing for the foulness he was handed by those whom were supposed to care.

"You lay claim to the largest dragon in all history" She reasoned gently, her stare never faulting from his gaze, despite the intensity of it. "Vhagar wouldn't allow anyone to claim her, less they be anything but extraordinary"

She wanted him to know, she wasn't afraid of his maimed appearance.

"Means nothing" Aemond denied, clenching his hands in tight fists.

"I hardly believe that Aemond" It was her turn to scoff. "You are the son of the King, Prince Aemond, first of his name--"

"And what!" Aemond exclaimed, sounding angry, finally letting something slip past the sturdy walls. "I'm supposed to be okay with my future lady wife only loving me for riding the largest dragon, or for being the son of the king"

"Perhaps, my prince, you should allow me to finish" She didn't allow his raised voice scare her, she straightened her back, looking at the prince with a fierceness that faltered him. + "I mean, those things are only a fraction who you are, you are wise beyond your years, far better with a sword than most of the knights in King's landing, and you are a mere boy, imagine what you shall be like, a man of extraordinary talents, you shouldn't allow a silly little scar--

"'Silly little scar' you think this deformity is merely a simple little scar?!" Aemond cut off the Princess against, sounding aghast at the thought of his wound being compared to a silly little scar.

"Lest you forget my Prince, I am still a Princess, I'd take back the tone of your words"

She wasn't going to let Aemond walk all over her, just because his melancholy thoughts were eating him alive, didn't mean he had the right to treat those who care for him, as if they were dirt beneath his boots.

He was welcome to be upset about the wound, she'd find him odd if he didn't grieve the loss of his own eye, but he was allowing his grief and anger over take him.

Blinding him to what he may become.

"This scar has taken my eye from me, and any chance of living anywhere close to the realm of normalcy" Aemond disregarded her praise, turning his gaze from her face to the tight fists his hands had knowingly formed.

"We Targaryen's are beyond the realm of normalcy" The Princess denied once more, tilting her head a fraction, as she watched a subtle pink hue painted Aemond's pale skin. "We are gods among men, lest you forget"

"No god has a scar like this" Aemond sounded defeated now, tired, depleted of energy to try and fight back.

"Only those blessed by the old gods and the new" She felt herself smile a little as she watched Aemond's eyes slowly trail along the length of his bed, finding her still perched on the edge of the bed. "Those they deme worthy, survive with a mere scar to prove their strength"

Aemond remained silent at her words, but the icy glare had subdued in his violet eyes, gaining a millimetre of warmth.

For a moment, she could see her Aemond, slipping past the façade he was creating.

"There are still people in this very castle, whom love you, scar and all" She replied easily, knowing it to be true.

"My family are the least of my worries" Aemond brushed off with a simple shake of his head, wincing a little as the action tugged at the puckered skin of his face. "They are stuck with me"

"Perhaps" The Princess' voice carried a gentle tone, sounding just above a whisper.

She reached a soft hand to grasp Aemond's closed fist, making the prince jump, breath catching in the back of his throat. She made no moves to remove her hands from his, keeping a barely there touch on his hands.

"I however" She paused her words, and for the first time, she had trouble keeping her gazed locked on Aemond's, feeling heat pinching at her cheeks. "Can choose where I shall reside, and there is no place I would rather be, than by your side"

"Please don't grant pity on me" Aemond whispered, looking deep within her violet eyes, trying to find an inkling of deceit, only to come up empty handed, and feeling his heart fluttering wildly in his chest.

"Never pity, not with you, my Aemond" Her smile was warm, like the feeling of being welcomed home, of the warm summer sun tickling his skin, of being loved wholeheartedly without restraint.

She pressed her palm firmly against his fist, opening the tight hold he had. His resolve melted like butter beneath her palm, hand falling open without fight, without complaint, willing and able. Just hearing her call him, her Aemond, there was not a more thrilling feeling.

"My heart, will always belong to you"

She could feel her own heart beating beneath her skin, rapid and heavy, jumping and leaping. The confession felt light on her lips, like breathing in the freshest spring air.

"And my scar. . ." Aemond was timid in tone, but his hand moulded around the Princess', holding it gently.

"It has never wavered, and it never shall"

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen blurb #aemond targaryen drabble #aemond imagine #hotd aemond #aemond x targaryen!reader #house of the dragon drabble #house of the dragon imagine #hotd drabble #hotd imagine

[moss-on-a-pebble]

Prince and princesses of hell‼️

Zag and Mel would totally be in on the redemption idea

Also have a lil Adam doodle

#hades game #zagreus hades #hades zagreus #hades supergiant #melinoe hades #hades melinoe #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #charlie hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam

[mariquitascadoodles]

🌸[ just a lil family ]🌸

He a FATHER! A DADA

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I literally hate how his face came out but I already fixed it like 3 times >:C

#thedragonprince #tdpart #tdp #the dragon prince #thedragonprincefanart #tdpoc #thedragonprinceart #thedragonprinceoc #tdp fanart #zag having kiddos in his arms makes me so happy ur honor #aaravos #the dragon prince fanart #the dragon prince art #they just a lil happy family #oc x oc

[hot-footed-heir]

ZAGREUS TRANSGENDER REAL?!?!!

...Yes? I don't exactly keep it a secret that I never liked a lot of what Father pushed onto me. It was only thanks to Nyx that Father started to understand that I was his son, not his daughter.

#Anonymous #Prince's Chronicles #Pokemon #Pokemon RP #Pokemon IRL #Rotomblr #//Yes Zag is transmasc in my headcanon and nobody can say otherwise

[kingsbride-a]

To everyone who thought Theseus was handsome with long hair, there's a conversation about it in-game ^.^

#👑 | champion of my heart #[ little prince of hell ] #i remembered really liking how he said 'well then!' here so i hunted it down 😭 #when zag is (justifiably) mean to theseus I'm like 'thats my wife don't talk to him like that!!'

[flamefooting]

not achilles come down playing right after i post bye they heard me

#my playlist is on shuffle too #fine i guess ill make a zag playlist now #;sir this is my emotional support prince of the underworld. (ooc)