#zeus bones everyone

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Imagine there is a god who been asleep as many fear them, till they have forgotten about them, and the moment Ragnarok have started Zeus, Odin, and Shiva feels their presence and it's the physical primordial of primary fear

And they are fighting for humanity survival, as their physical appearance is the every common thing that many fear to a body of a pale white human body who is both beautiful and terrifying

-The day had finally arrived, Ragnarok, the fighters on both sides were ready, ready to fight for their entertainment and their survival, unaware that a long-forgotten storm was about to return.

-The different fighters for both sides were announced, giving the audience a glimpse of the impending fights, all warriors in the center of the ring, sizing each other up, as they didn’t know who was going to fight each other just yet.

-This gave a chance for opponents to see who they could challenge, and in turn, tell the organizers who they wanted to fight against.

-Brunnhilde and Zeus met in the center, going over the rules for the matches, so there would be a fair fight, including weapons and the assistance from the valkyries, to give humans a fighting chance.

-A low rumble then shook the arena, starting off small before growing to a full-blown earthquake, causing screams to echo through the arena, even the gods were shouting, demanding an explanation.

-A rush of power ran through the arena and Zeus, Odin, Hades, and Shiva all froze, turning and looking around as an icy cold aura seemed to fill the arena, one that everyone could feel.

-Many felt chills of fear running down their spines before an icy hold took over the arena, as if a snowstorm arrived. Goll’s teeth were chattering, “What’s going on?”

-Zeus swallowed hard, looking terrified, “Y/N…” confusion filled the arena as many looked at him and Shiva turned, “Parvati- take Ganesha and the others and get out of here- now!”

-Odin then spoke, his voice echoing, “Warriors- humans and gods- prepare yourselves. We may be facing the only person who could destroy Valhalla!”

-Brunnhilde summoned her sisters, preparing to fight alongside the warriors and they were quick to answer.

-Goll then spoke, clinging to Brunnhilde, “What’s happening? Who is Y/N?” Odin, who came to stand beside the two valkyries, answered, “An ancient deity of winter, the first winter deity. Y/N is the reason that the Ice Age caused by the meteorite that killed the dinosaurs didn’t destroy both earth and Valhalla. They pulled the rampaging storm, the cold, ice, and snow, into their body, at the cost of putting them in a sleep for centuries, as it was too much for Y/N to handle.”

-Goll panicked, knowing of the event, holding onto Odin’s robe, “Now Y/N’s awake?!” He nodded, not looking at her, “There is no other explanation to this power we all feel.”

-The warriors prepared themselves, preparing to fight as a figure moved through the icy mist into the arena, slowly revealing you, pure white hair and skin, looking like you were made of ice and snow yourself, stunningly beautiful, and your eyes glowing an icy white, your breathing harsh and ragged.

-Your mouth opened as another wave of energy rushed from you, chilling all of them to the bone as slowly rising scream escaped your lips, one that sounded so pained, like you were in agony.

-Odin’s eye widened before narrowing, “The power is still too much for them!” your eyes closed and then snapped open, ice appearing at your feet, as you were completely bare, but unbothered by your nakedness, as the ice encased the ground of the arena.

-People were screaming in fear, begging to be saved, but Zeus held out his arms to the side, “Don’t do anything! Y/N may not attack us if we don’t attack first.”

-Shiva glared, punching his fists together, “So what we just wait for them to attack us first?” Zeus turned with a slight glare, “You’re one of the few that know just how powerful Y/N is. You know we can’t risk this.” Shiva’s jaw clenched, knowing it was true.

-Your movements were stiff and achy, your back hunched, posture awful from being asleep for so long, the power making you lose control of your body.

-Another rush of energy escaped you with another pained scream before you collapsed to your knees, steam rising from your body as you panted heavily, your eyes slowly returning to normal as you slowly made your power, the power of the Ice Age, submit to your whim.

-Everyone remained still, waiting on bated breath, afraid of something happening before one human, Sasaki Kojiro, ran towards you, pulling off his red haori and quickly kneeled wrapping it around you, as you were completely bare.

-The gods flinched, terrified this human just offended you, but he just smiled, “There- now you’re at least covered.” You lifted a hand to his cheek, and he found you like ice as you gave him a soft smile, “Thank you human.”

-Seeing you calm and not at all hostile, the strongest of the gods, who knew you, instantly exhaled in relief, as they knew, sensing the power in your body, that they would be no match for you, even working together.

-You stood as the others approached, Zeus looking nervous as you looked down at him, reaching out to cup his cheeks, “Zeus?” he nodded, looking hopefully that you wouldn’t be mad, as he was the one who didn’t control the meteor and underestimated the power behind the Ice Age, which led to your unending nap.

-Moments later he was shouting, “Ow-ow-ow!! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!!” you were pinching and pulling his cheeks, scolding him, “What were you thinking doing something so reckless?!”

-After you let him go, you turned and instantly Odin, Hades, and Shiva covered their cheeks with their hands, making you smile before you looked around, seeing the humans and the gods together, “What is all this?”

-Everyone was hesitant on telling you, as you were always soft on humans, as you knew they were stronger than the gods believed, and the gods knew that if you found out what they had planned to do, you would be pissed.

-Zeus then popped up, his cheeks red and swollen, “We were having a fighting tournament to celebrate the relationship between gods and humanity!”

-Everyone froze, panicking that this wasn’t going to work, as Brunnhilde told the humans to go along, as there would be no way for them to fight you and you smiled, “I apologize for interrupting then.”

-Everyone waved off your apology, telling you they could clean up and have the tournament another day, as all the gods instantly agreed, silently, that they couldn’t go through with the tournament and they needed to quickly fix the mess that they caused, not wanting to incur your wrath.

-Everyone had to be careful in the coming days as you got used to life in Valhalla again, not wanting to piss you off, they didn’t want to risk their lives and homes, and keeping you happy was their most important mission.

-However, thanks to Kojiro and several other humans that you got to know, this was easy, as you loved to hear about their lives, hearing about their battles and how they survived, it proved you right, that humans were stronger than anyone expected.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hades #ror zeus #ror odin #ror shiva

[lazycats-stuff]

Hello author. I hope your having a splendid day

May I request a reader x batfamily ( a year younger than Damian)

They are a Demi god of lightning and electricity.

He has been having a hard time with cases and failing and stuff like that, too much pressure. And he’s kind of hitting his breaking point.

So during a fight with a villain, alone. The villain corrupts the reader and makes him evil.

For a few months he became a villain and barely anyone could stop him. The batfamily at first didn’t know it was him but during a mission that was orders by the villain that corrupted him, to kill Althea (your oc) but Althea got away with injures but saw his face and told her mom and her mom told bats.

So with this new information the batfamily were more devastated .

With the help of the justice league the batfamily are in a show down with the reader, somewhere near a cliff and they fight and while also talking about their memories together. Reader was too powerful though and restrains everyone with use his electricity. His eyes are red and with dead eyes he walks towards any batfamily member of your choice and was about to deliver the final blow before the bat member looks at them and says ‘ I love you, my son/little brother’ reader hesitates and his eyes widens and filled with tears, the red disappearing.

He’s of course confused and disoriented, he steps back and not notices the cliff. His mind coming back to me as he slowly lets his restaions of the others disappear. He steps back near the cliff and looks back into the abyss and back at his family and friends. With regret and a messed up mind right now thinking he won’t be forgiven, he purposely steps back and fall down the cliff. No one was fast enough to stop his fall and he dies.

They retrieve his body and they’re just depressed and stuff for a while hut Damian won’t allow his only little sibling to die and takes his body to talia and he gets revived back.  when he brings unconscious reader back, the batfamily are upset at him for doing a dangerous act but happy that it went well.

Sorry it’s too long.

Hi anon, I hope you have have a splendid day too. Also, don't worry about the length. Lets go.

Summary: (Y/N) gets taken and is broken. The family has to save him.

Warnings: angst, fluff, SUICIDE- read at your own risk everyone!, near death of another character, the fam is suffering...

(Y/N) Wayne, the youngest child in the family and the only child who isn't really human. He is a demigod you see, a demigod of lighting and electricity. I think you can guess that his biological dad is Zeus. Because of it, he got close to Wonder Woman her daughter, Althea. He liked them both and he didn't mind hanging out with them.

He was a good detective too. Bruce was happy and proud, but made sure he wasn't over working himself and neglecting himself like, ahem, Tim. He was different from the rest of the family too. He didn't really have a traumatic past. His mom left him, but the Justice League and Bruce took care of him.

He was really close with his brothers too. Jason and Dick made sure he didn't overwork himself, Tim was fascinated with his powers and how they worked and Damian liked to just hang out with him in general. (Y/N) is the only person he liked and tolerated.

But times have shifted a little bit. (Y/N) was overworked and he was just dead inside. The pressure to solve the cases was piling and piling on and while (Y/N) knew that Bruce wouldn't mind if he took a break, he knew it wouldn't fit his own image. He would be disappointed in him, although not outwardly, inwardly.

He was nearing his breaking his point. He hid it well from the others, not wanting to disappoint them or worry them. He worked himself to the bone, closing in and refusing to open up. He knew he needed to do this and solve this. These cases need to be solved one way or another.

One way or another. It was time to get this shit over with and to do this as best as he can. He needs to get as far away from this pressure and from this breaking point as soon as possible. ASAP. Bruce explained to him that whenever he is nearing that point, he should take a break, but there are people depending him to solve this shit.

(Y/N) hated this shit more than anything else in the world. He really wanted to get this over with. Frustration, anger, sadness... He really wants to feel happy...

Is that so wrong to feel and wish for.

(Y/N) knew that he had to tell someone. Maybe Wonder Woman and Althea would be a better option to talk to, but those two were raised as warriors and they probably don't put emotions on the first place. Mental health is a difficult area to navigate. (Y/N) didn't even sleep from time to time, for a few days, school also being a big overwhelming factor in this stuff. He had good grades, not a straight A student, but still a good student. That was more than enough for Bruce who simply says to do your best in school.

If (Y/N)'s grades dropped, then Bruce would've caught on. Really caught on and he would force (Y/N) to stop with the cases and patrol.

(Y/N) knew it was a bad idea to do this. But there was nobody to help him in this fight. It's said that every single batkid has his own villains. Well, (Y/N) could fricking confirm it. This bastard was a pain in his ass for him and for the rest of the family. (Y/N) was thrown into the wall and he grunted as he tried to get up.

It was difficult, but he managed to do it.

He glared at the villain, clenching his fist. He could feel electricity coursing through his veins, out right refusing to back down. He could feel his eyes turning electric blue. The villain used his powers to disappear into the shadows, making (Y/N) scowl.

" Did you really come here alone? " The villain said from the shadows, making (Y/N) look around, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice. He really didn't like this at all.

" That is brave. Coming here alone to face me. " (Y/N) scowled more as he heard mocking tone in his voice, knowing that facing alone this type of villain is not good and not advisable. (Y/N) threw some electricity at the villain.

He didn't know whether or not he has hit him, but he moved, not wanting to stay somewhere where he could be a sitting duck and more so an easy target for the villain. Shadow and darkness is a scary place and although his family could often be found in it, (Y/N) thought of them as some sort of beacons of light. Sure, they were dark figures, but they were bringing hope and justice.

That sounds like a paradox or oxymoron, but it was true. But being a person in the darkness and shadows and being evil... Yeah... Not good. Really not good.

(Y/N) turned his head when he heard something behind him, but that was a distraction. The real blow came from the front, leaving (Y/N) no time to react as he was thrown into the darkness and into the shadows. (Y/N) couldn't get his bearings together and he was panicking now. He had to get out of this cloud of darkness. He really had to.

He had to.

He started walking, hands reaching out to try and feel where a wall is. Everything was dark and he had no idea where he was going. One guess would be hell, one would be the exit for this stupid building. (Y/N) hoped that he was on his way to the exit, but hey, you can't have it all, can you?

(Y/N) pushed on, but screamed only a few moments later when the shadows pulled him in, invading his mind, breaking through his defenses easily. NO! Fighting was futile though, (Y/N) knew it. (Y/N) knew that very well.

" Just surrender. It will be easier. " The voice said and (Y/N) knew that he couldn't fight and with the last bit of resistance, (Y/N) allowed the darkness to take over his mind.

For now, it was over.

The entire family was loosing their collective minds and their shit. Each in their own way. Some were silent, but some were more emotional and taking it out on criminals. Ahem, Jason. Bruce was quiet and worked non stop to to find his youngest son, his child. Alfred was on the verge of killing someone.

It was difficult to even function normally without their family member. Also, there is another problem on the horizon. A new villain was on the prowl and he was good. Bruce saw he had a lot of training that was far too good for some amateur.

What the hell is going on here?

Bruce was overworked and asked Wonder Woman and Superman to try to locate this new villain because his son was a far more bigger priority than some stupid villain coming to their scene so to speak. Bruce had no time or patience for it.

If only Bruce knew.

Wonder Woman and Superman were doing a good job at tracking the new villain, making sure to communicate with Batman and offer comfort whenever they could. They would often see their nephews, trying to bring some comfort to the poor boys who lost their brother.

For a few months, there were no clues, nothing. Not about a new villain, not about (Y/N) either. Bruce was on the edge of an abyss and he can't do anything to stop himself from going over the edge. A little push was needed and then he would be long gone in that aspect.

The entire batfamily was at the Justice League HQ, looking through intel. Wonder Woman and Superman were in the middle of presenting the intel they managed to obtain when Althea burst through the doors, falling down on her knees, making Wonder Woman gasp before running towards her daughter.

" Althea! " She said, clearly worried and Bruce walked up to the duo, trying to see if Althea is okay.

" Mom, it's (Y/N)... " She said before coughing up more blood, making the inside of her mouth red.

" What about (Y/N)? " Bruce asked quickly, hoping she would stay awake and conscience long enough for him to know. Everyone was waiting patiently for Althea to start.

" (Y/N) is the villain. " She said, coughing even more and Wonder Woman picked her up and ran towards the medical wing of the HQ.

When Wonder Woman left, the room was shrouded in silence. Tense and palpable. Bruce had to sit down. No. No. (Y/N) couldn't have... Dick wiped his eyes as he started crying softly. Bruce broke out of his trance and quickly hugged his sons in a big group hug.

" I know... " Bruce said, pausing to compose himself. " But now we know that (Y/N) is alive. He is somewhat okay. " Bruce said as he swallowed with a bit of difficulty.

(Y/N) was alive. (Y/N) IS alive. They will bring their brother and son home. No matter what.

Well, (Y/N) got stronger during his kidnapping. His eyes were red and nobody could even get close to him. Tim and Dick were unable to move from being restrained by electricity and the other three members were trying everything they could fricking think of. Everything. They have tried to awake his memories. From when he was little, from when they did stupid pranks... Anything they could think of.

Nothing worked.

Soon enough, everyone was restrained with electricity and (Y/N) looked like he was going to kill them. Bruce watched his son as he walked over to him, ready to finish him. Bruce watched in silence as (Y/N) was ready to kill him. But there was one thing that they didn't try just yet.

Bruce watched as his son raised his fist up, ready to strike. Ready to kill.

" I love you son. " Bruce said as he smile and (Y/N) stopped.

The red was gone. The red was gone! Bruce smiled even more and the boys were waiting with a baited breath as to what would (Y/N) do. They didn't expect the tears. But by God, it was a sight they were hoping.

The shadow chains were getting broken.

(Y/N) was slowly moving backwards, going to the edge of the cliff, hands gripping his hair and head. Everything was coming back to him... What he did to Althea... His brothers... His dad, father.... What he did when he was under the villain's control...

(Y/N) looked back at the edge of a cliff, seeing the waves crash at the hard stone... Usually, (Y/N) would love to watch it, just to relax. But now, (Y/N) only sees the dark abyss. Everyone at one point is just standing at the edge of that abyss and then, sometimes, the abyss blinks back at you.

He glanced back at his family, who were out of the restraints, just waiting for (Y/N) to say something. (Y/N) couldn't really see their faces due to tears, but he did wonder one single thing.

Would they forgive him? Would Althea forgive him?

(Y/N) shook his head as he took another backwards, he could feel the edge, right at his heels. His mind was in shambles, ruins... He wouldn't be forgiven...

He knew that his family wouldn't forgive him. But Althea might kill him... (Y/N) looked back at his family once more, one last time. He swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment.

" I'm sorry. "

Bruce's eyes widened and he knew exactly what he was going to do and he got up and ran towards (Y/N), but it was too late. (Y/N) took a step over the edge, falling backwards into the waves and onto the hard rocks. Bruce leapt forward, hands grabbing the edge, but it was too late.

Bruce watched his son laying down there, waves washing over him. Bruce closed his eyes as he heard a scream behind him and then there was sobbing. Bruce looked up towards the sky, which opened up and Bruce for a moment thought that the sky was crying over their son.

The boys were destroyed and Bruce was destroyed with them... Oh God... Alfred will be destroyed too... Bruce allowed his tears to fall, and those tears were mixed with the rain.

Bruce swore that someone came in and took a part of soul. Just took it and ripped it out of his chest. A part of his heart was also taken and shattered. He look back at his sons, quickly grouping them into a hug, wanting to give them as much comfort as he can.

" Why? " Damian asked, shaken to his core.

" He said he was sorry... He thought we wouldn't forgive him... " Bruce said, burying his face into Damian's hair.

The boys all cried, crying out for their brother. Their souls and hearts were shattered too.

The world seemed to cry for (Y/N) Wayne.

Unfortunately, they couldn't bury (Y/N) just yet. They had to make sure that there were no restraints on his mind and body... And maybe they weren't ready to bury him just yet. They all hoped for a miracle to happen. Maybe (Y/N) would wake up and just be hey guys... But they all knew that wouldn't happen.

They were all grieving for (Y/N) in their own ways, but Damian was hurting the most. He was thinking about (Y/N) all the time and he cried alone in his room, thinking about his brother. The house was silent and there was no way it could ever be the same.

Damian thought about his grandfather and the Lazarus pit... Maybe... Just maybe...

The way back was easier than the way to Lazarus pit. Talia didn't expect him to come, especially not with his younger brother, well, half brother but still. Talia met (Y/N) and she did like him. She didn't know what happened, but she felt bad for the poor boy. She also didn't expect that Damian would want to use the pit, but she wasn't going to stop him.

She helped him put (Y/N) in the pit, waiting and watching. The color was coming back to his cheeks. There was that infamous white streak in his hair... Damian watched with a bated breath, hoping it would work.

After a few minutes, they checked for a pulse. Damian sighed in relief as he felt a pulse. His brother was alive... He is alive.... Talia watched as Damian took (Y/N) into his arms, lifting him out of the water, hugging him tightly.

She left the two brothers alone, allowing Damian to have a moment to get himself ready. He had to go back home...

As said before, the way back was easier and oddly enough, he made it just in time for dinner. He didn't question it and walked through, carrying his now alive brother.

Bruce spat out his water and the rest paled. There was (Y/N), but he looked like he was sleeping. He had more color than he had...

" Damian, " Bruce started as he stood up, not sure what more to say. The rest was quiet. " What did you do? "

" I used the Lazarus pit. "

That sentence... Bruce's eyes widened as he walked closer to his now alive son... He took (Y/N) into his arms, trying not to cry. (Y/N) was alive... He is alive.

" Lets put him to bed. " Bruce said with a strain in his voice. The other 3 boys jumped from their seats to really see if their brother is really alive.

(Y/N) was alive... They all cried softly as they realized that (Y/N) was alive... (Y/N) is alive!

They were happy, but mad at the same time since Damian didn't tell anyone of them what the hell he was planning. But they were happy and maybe their family could be whole again, once more.

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[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Hope you’ve had a great day. It’s raining like crazy where I am and I have this little wolf plushie that’s reminds me of Jason so I had this thought. This would be a good headcannon or blurb but Jason grace x reader (you do daughter of Poseidon perfectly so please do that) where reader has a wolf plushie that she hugs when Jason isn’t around especially when it’s raining (you know cause she’s a forbidden kid and Zeus probably tried to use a storm to do her in once). Maybe Jason comes in because either Percy (being the overprotective brother he is) was worried about her being alone during it (y/n probably didn’t tell Jason so that he wouldn’t worry) or he just knows, and he finds her either trying to or already asleep with the plushie. So so sorry this is so long. Love you keep up the great work.

✮⋆˙ rain, rain, go away, don’t come back another day!; jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader blurb

content: jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader blurb warning: language and very brief mentions of murder at the end lmao author's note: i LOVED this prompt. so fun so cutesy. also, i feel the need to clarify, bc otherwise ill look dumb as fuck, the wolf's name is 'jason' backwards. and the pronunciation is completely from my brain, bc there needed to be something ig. kinda think 'no' 'sah' and then the 'j' acts like a 'j' would in 'raj'

the daughter of poseidon found comfort in a few things; the rain always felt like a warm hug from a parent, the crashing of waves upon a beach always managed to sooth her mind, the laughter of her friends working to ease the stress that grew in her bones.

thunderstorms, though, were not one of the things she found comfort in. even if they did remind her of her sweet boyfriend.

zeus was mad, for some reason that alluded most everyone at camp, so they had to suffer through some stupid thunderstorm. and every crack of thunder and flash of lightening had the girl curling up in her bed even more, her eyes nervously darting around and her wolf plush tightly squeezed to her chest. she wouldn't put it past the god to strike her down, even in the safety of her father's cabin. it didn't help that she, who he believed to a soiled and dirty greek girl, was dating her golden boy roman son. it gave him more motive and ocean's daughter watched enough criminal minds to know he had more than enough reasons to kill her. smite her into smithereens. to tear her atom from atom-

"i'll be back," percy murmured, interrupting her thoughts, maybe an hour into the storm. her eyes tracked him, swallowing thickly before jumping at another rolling of thunder.

"w-where you going?? it's not, exactly, um safe-"

"it is for me. i'm not dating his son," percy mused, trying to lighten the mood but his smile dropped as he saw the stress in your face deepen.

"well, i wouldn't say he's your biggest fan, either," you managed to get out without stuttering and percy rolled his eyes.

"fair. but ill be back," he repeated, vaguely before tugging a hoodie on and leaving the cabin. you said a silent prayer for his safety before yelping as a flash of lightening caught you off guard, leaving you huffing. you were a valiant warrior and the daughter of poseidon, gods damn it, you shouldn't be scared by some measly storm!

"can you come look after y/n?? the storm's scaring her shitless but she won't come get you because she thinks your dads gonna blast her into particles," percy asked as he shook jason away, the blonde boy groggily blinking his eyes and trying to understand his friends words

"huh?" jason asked, his hand jumping around on his night stand until he found his glasses and slid them on to his face, yawning as he took in a sopping wet percy.

"my sister, your girlfriend, is scared," percy restated, simply, and jason was already jumping out of bed, just barely finding time to grab a hoodie before running out of the cabin. percy rolled his eyes and went to follow before decided he'd rather not spend a night in his own cabin with his sister and her boyfriend...and jason's bed was inviting and unattended and probably would be for the rest of the night. i mean, i'd be downright wasteful if percy didn't sleep in cabin one.

"hon?" jason called as he walked into the poseidon cabin, closing the door behind him before walking towards your side of the cabin, "percy mentioned something about the storm and you-"

jason's words promptly stopped as he finally saw you, his strange girlfriend. you had built a tiny castle out of pillows, your shelter from the storm. you'd clearly stolen some from percy, two on either side of you and then one stacked before your head and one under it. weirdly enough, you had also laid a pillow over your feet as well. jason quietly laughed into his hand, his heard melting at the strange sight. but, you had somehow managed to fall asleep like this, the wolf plushy that you had lovingly named 'nosaj' (pronounced no-s-ah-j) tucked in your arms. jason took a mental picture, eager to remember this moment, before gently removing some of the pillows and replacing them with his body.

you reacted instantly and subconsciously, nosaj quickly abandoned in trade for jason. he smirked, proud to be chosen over a plushie as you wrapped your arms around his neck and threw your leg over his, cuddling into his form easily. jason wrapped his arms around your waist and comfortingly spread his hands wide over your lower back. you muttered something into his neck that sounded like 'i love you' but he wasn't completely sure. for all he knew, you could have said 'fuck you.' and he still couldn't have loved you more, even if you had. he pressed a kiss to your temple at whatever your words had been and he was met by the even lapping of your breath. he waited, watching for a few moments before he decided to speak.

"if my dad so much as thought about laying a hand on a single strand of your pretty hair, i'd tear olympus down and soak the place in his ichor. without a second thought, without hesitation. i'd electrocute the world if you asked me to."

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #jason grace #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x reader

[tylermileslockett]

Prometheus: Ally to Mortals

         In his works, Hesiod relates the tales of Prometheus; Titan of craftiness and forethought. Refusing to fight in the Titanomachy war, Prometheus is spared from being sent down to imprisonment in Tartarus. But the Titan is far from an ally of Zeus.

         In a dispute between mortals and Gods over the distribution of Ox meat for sacrifice, Prometheus intervenes to assist humanity. He wraps one pile of bones with juicy fat, the other, he hides the good meat within a hide. Asked to choose, Zeus is fooled into picking the more visually appealing pile; which is mostly bones.

         In another episode, Zeus keeps fire hidden from humanity for fear that the mortals would make too much progress with such an advantageous tool. Again, Prometheus rebels, stealing the fire from Mt. Olympus and delivering the flames to humanity in a hollow fennel stock. For such a transgression, Prometheus was “…bound with inextricable bonds, cruel chains, and drove a shaft through his middle, and set on him a long-winged eagle, which used to eat his immortal liver; but by night the liver grew as much again everyway as the long-winged bird devoured in the whole day.” (white)

In Aeschylus Tragedy play Prometheus Bound, characters visit and talk with the tortured Titan, who supports humanities autonomy and potential against divine authority, and even prophecies the downfall of Zeus. In the play, Prometheus mentions his role in the formation of humanity from clay and breathing life into it.

Like the later myth of Jesus Christ, Prometheus challenges the established authority, sacrifices himself for the benefit of humanity and suffers the severe consequences of his rebellion. Other examples of self-sacrificing deities from world myths are the Sumerian Goddess Inanna descending into underworld which restores fertility to the earth, and the Aztec god Quetzalcoatl who burns himself, transforming into the morning star and ushering in a new era of well-being for humanity.

Thanks for looking and reading tumblrs! and thanks to everyone for retagging my art! xoxo

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[starlightshadowsworld]

Jason but he was never claimed.

Everyone knows he's the son of Jupiter.

He's known his whole life.

From his mother's whispers to not cry in storms, for they were a sign of his father's love.

To Lupa's howls and harsh temperament that this was not behaviour fitting Jupiter's son.

But never was Jason ever claimed.

There was never a lighting bolt dancing overhead.

No fanfare.

No cheers.

Because Thalia had a use, and she was favoured.

The one he actually tried to save instead of turning a blind eye.

But Jason?

He was the bitter reminder of a mortal having sway over the God's.

Over Jupiter himself.

He was nothing but afaceless soilder raised to fall in battle when his time was up.

Why should the King himself care for one so... Pitiful.

So Jupiter never claimed him.

Didn't acknowledge him until Jason dare spoke out against him.

But Jupiter always knew exactly who that boy was.

He even named him.

He just didn't care.

Jason knew, had known but it was something he never shared.

It was a dark secret, a shameful one.

For you see without being claimed, Jason could never access his full power.

He heard the laughter, the mocks and the digs.

Of how could the Prince of the Sky's be so weak.

Luckily he'd never had another like him to measure up to at Camp Jupiter.

... Which lead him to the bittersweet reunion with his sister.

Thalia was every bit the striking daughter of Zeus.

She even looked like him while Jason shamefully resembled their mother.

Thalia never put him down, never even insinuated he was weak.

Even glaring down anyone she caught whispering at his expense.

But Jason could see the confusion on her face when he failed something she did like breathing.

He would just smile and try again to no avail.

He waited for the day she left him too.

It came to ahead one night when his friends were all there. Laughing and smiling till their cheeks went red.

"And the dress! Ugh it was so embarrassing." Cries Piper, setting off another wave off laughter.

"Oh man, I'm glad I didn't get a dress. I'd burn it off." Declared Thalia with a snort before lightly elbowing Jason.

"Lucky we just got the lighting treatment, ey Jason?" Jason paused, nodding immediately "right..."

Something must've shown on his face because Thalia frowned.

But the one to ask was Leo "hey yeah we never saw yours! Must've been something special for Mr Prince of the Universe himself. Sooo what it was like?"

Jason looked down.

He shouldn't say it, but they were all looking at him expectantly.

He didn't want to let them down.

... But what if they left him because of it?

Sure they fought a war together but Jason learned quickly that can sometimes mean nothing.

But lying to them almost felt worse.

"I... I don't know..."

"What? Sorry can you, say that louder? Can't hear you man."

"I don't...I don't, I wasn't..." He took a deep breathe. "I don't know what it was like because I wasn't... I haven't been claimed."

Silence.

Dread filled his bones, Jason didn't dare look up to see the disgust on their faces.

"That bastard!"

Jason blinked in suprise, hesitantly looking up.

And finding anger.

But not aimed at him.

"How... How are you... How are you still alive?!" Cried Thalia, anger blazed through her eyes.

But there was very clearly fear alongside of them.

Jason didn't understand.

"Before I got claimed I couldn't use my powers without getting tired so damn easily...and that was just your run of the mill monsters..." explained Thalia, seething.

Jason had fought "run of the mill monsters" since he could walk.

Percy clenched his fist "I knew he wouldn't keep his damn promise but... This is low even for him."

His eyes widened in realisation. And gave way to more anger.

"He knew... He knew this whole time! And he didn't do anything! We were fighting Gaea and he didn't..."

No one wanted to add on that it wasn't the first war either.

Jason felt tears well up in his eyes, he'd never known it to be an injustice against him.

He always thought he had deserved it. And he was supposed to die anyway soo... Why waste your powers unlocking his?

.... And by the look of horror everuone was giving him, Jason had spoken that part out loud.

"Jase...you are not a waste of anything. None of this was your fault." Said Piper firmly, angry tears in her eyes.

"She's right, none of this is right...which is why I have half a mind to go ask him what the Hades he was thinking..." Seethed Annabeth.

Nico nodded, his anger was quiet but simmering along the surface.

"I don't get why your so mad at him though... I should've... I should've been better." Said Jason, he'd never experienced something like this before.

If he wasn't so useless maybe his father would've cared about him.

"Besides, I already knew I was his son, that he didn't want me...I always have."

That little admission broke of all their hearts.

"That doesn't make this right Jase, and I know deep down you know that." Said Thalia, gently pulling him into a hug.

"We're gonna fix this, because you deserve it. You deserve so much and I'm going to spend every day of my life proving that to you."

"Me two."

"Me three."

They all began chiming in.

Tears spilled from Jason's cheeks, and for once Lupa's yells of them being weakness fell on death ears.

He was loved.

Jason rested his head on his sisters shoulder as everyone began brainstorming, threathing and maiming.

It was the most loved he'd ever felt.

Jason had always known Jupiter hadn't loved him back.

Would never love him back.

Jason had given up on anyone truly caring about him... And now he knew that he was loved by his little family.

It was worth more than his father's praise ever could.

"You think re-stealing the master bolt might do it?"

"Let's try to make sure we're still alive after this."

"... So that's a no?"

#jason grace #heroes of olympus #thalia grace #leo valdez #percy jackson #annabeth chase #piper mclean #nico di angelo #percy jackon and the olympians

[freddie-77-ao3]

pjo characters as quotes

Thalia:

“I *Audible sigh* I really can’t believe I have to say this, but *another sigh* when someone tells you not to run down the stairs, you do not jump out the window. Thank you.”

"Legally all of us are dead except Percy, so sir, the cops are going to have a lot of trouble finding records of us.”

“For the love of Zeus? What love? He doesn’t have any, except for himself and power.”

Nico:

 “As the only person here who did not, at one point or another, have a crush on Luke Castellan, I’m choosing where we’re eating today. And it's Mcdonalds.”

Travis:

“I have to wonder how many ping pong tables Clarisse has destroyed in her time at camp, oh wait no i don’t. The number is thirty-seven”

“I am a very good person, I just choose not to act on it.”

“Good fucking gods- wait no, the gods aren’t good. Uh, fucking gods. Yeah, that seems more accurate.”

Connor:

‘I have enough money to last for the rest of my life, but I have to die by tuesday.’

“I will pay a nickel for the first person to kill me. Please and thank you.”

“I’ve made a lot of bad decisions today. Most of them involve the soda machine at noodles and co.”

Clarisse:

“Oh, me? I’m the tooth fairy, here to steal your bones.”

“zeus may have fucked his way through the family tree but Percy's gonna fight his way through it.”

Clovis:

“Obviously he has harvesting god trauma, I mean: Titan of time, Goddess of Springtime/Queen of the Underworld, Kronide 2.0, Trip-oh something.. “ about nico (Kronos/Persephone/Demeter/Triptolemos)

Miranda:

“All of our most emotional, important, or depressing conversations happen over a ping pong or card game, and I’m not entirely sure that’s healthy.”

Chris:

“What am I? Well, personally I think of myself as human, but I suppose technically I’m only half human, so maybe just a being of pure chaos. As for why I’m on your lawn, I have no clue, sir.”

Cecil:

“Hold on, if I’m jewish, and you’re an atheist, then who’s going to acknowledge the god in the kitchen?”

Drew:

“What? Ignoring a situation? There is no situation and therefore I have nothing to ignore.”

“My fuck, do you remember that time when Miranda bought a parenting book, and then highlighted it and added names according to the issues everyone had? Say what you will about her, but that was the ultimate power move.”

Malcolm:

"I would say get a room but yours is the same as mine, please try to remember that."

"Morning? Sorry, that wasn't meant to be a question. I mean, I know it's morning. But I meant 'good morning'—"

Katie:

“You look delicious… i mean beautiful- wait, pretty? Handsome? Hot? Yeah. You look hot today.”

Percy:

“Who needs health? I have chicken nuggets.”

#pjo #incorrect quotes #clarisse la rue #percy jackson #katie gardner #malcolm pace #drew tanaka #cecil markowitz #chris rodriguez #clovis #miranda gardiner #travis stoll #thalia grace #nico di angelo #connor stoll

[justamegafan]

Record of Ragnarok Incorrect Quote #23

How Y/N help Hera get Divorced

Zeus refuses to sigh the Divorce Papers, resulting in Hera having a meltdown in front of Y/N, only for her to pat her head and walk off towards the God Side (Who for some reason are partying in her Room) so she can… Talk…

The Gods (Toss out Brunhilde, Adam, Raiden and Goll)

Goll: I don’t understand, we did everything right

Brunhilde: Yeah, (To Adam) Raiden turned responsible and Goll showed some back bone, I don’t get it…

Adam: Hmm, something’s missing… Some kind of ruthless ruler…

Raiden: Yeah… A wrathful divinity, that could crush this joyful chaos with one hit from their iron fist! Someone like-

Everyone paused when they hear a crash and turn to see Y/N who broke the door slamming it closed behind her as she walks over giving each and every one of them a glare, resulting in them becoming frightened and too scared to look her in the eye as she passed by them

Y/N (Slams the door open to see a bunch of gods in her house with her eyes glowing white, thus she simply snaps her fingers, causing a large shockwave that goes through all of Valhalla):

All the Gods (Deadly silent as they all look at the small human in surprise, fear and awe that a mortal did that):

Y/N (Demonic Voice): Zeus, you ARE going to sign those paper. THEN you all are going to clean this place until it looks better than when you arrived. Then you will leave. And never come back…

Zeus (Scoffs): Or what?

Y/N (Grabs him by his neck and has her look into her eyes, which reveal an endless void of suffering souls, death and destruction):

Zeus (Develops even more wrinkles and even looses some MORE of his hair in fear and he immediately runs off to grab a broom to start sweeping):

The other Gods who were present, thus began to clean as well out of fear from the Wrath of Y/N

Adam (Signs happily): Y/N gets that from her mother…

Y/N gets shit DONE… And somehow ended up getting Marriage Proposals herself after this…

#Youtube #record of ragnarok incorrect quote #RoR Hercules #RoR Brunhilde #RoR Goll #RoR Adam #RoR Y/N #RoR Zeus #source: the amazing world of gumball #Y/N just proved she’s more scarier than any Deity in existence #Try to guess who gave Y/N Marriage Proposals! #Y/N got this from her Mama #Mama Eve is proud #So is Adam #The God Fighters are glad Y/N isn’t in the Ragnarok

[rukia-writes]

Odin x (fem) reader

Plot: Odin discovers something interesting about his beloved.

Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞, being turned on by Odin’s menacing aura.

A menacing aura.

Outside of the arena what was once a peaceful garden was filled with excitement, (Name) was on her way to find Odin and in the garden outside of the arena she found a small group of humans and gods.

Outside of the arena what was once a peaceful garden was filled with excitement, (Name) was on her way to find Odin and in the garden outside of the arena she found a small group of humans and gods.

The closer she came to the group is when she decided to hide behind the trees as she could tell they were fighting, and getting a good look without anyone noticing she was able to see who it was. To her surprise Loki seemed to be causing trouble with Buddha, thinking to herself that Loki was probably causing trouble and that maybe she could intervene since she practically raised Loki and Thor.

Since she was Odin’s lover.

However, there was no need for her to intervene as Odin and Zeus had arrived, separating the two groups. Happy to finally find Odin a small smile crept on (Name)’s lips and her heart was moved just to see him. However, hearing the “Stand down.” Made her weak in the knees as she knew Odin what Odin was about to do as she bite her bottom lip as she wanted nothing more to jump his bones right then and there.

Odin began emitting his menancing aura forcing everyone to desist with the battle, including Ebisu who had just made a threat. Everyone felt Odin’s menacing aura as the glass shattered and the place began to shake, while everyone was intimidated (Name) did her best not to moan a loud. Thinking to herself she truly must have been down bad for Odin if she was getting hot and bothered by him doing this.

Things only got worse from there.

Remembering a few hot nights the two shared as the place rumbled around her made that moan of her harder to contain and once Odin was sure no one was about to fight anymore he stopped his aura.

Loki sneezed but it was followed by everyone hearing a “Ahn” sound from somewhere. Everyone looked around wondering who made that sound, Buddha made a comment that it sounded like a woman moaning. Zeus agreed as he stroked his beard thinking it had to be a woman, and as everyone left to go watch the second round Odin walked over to where (Name) was.

Odin knew who made the sound.

“I knew you were here, (Name).”

Odin saw his lover covering her mouth with her hand absolutely horrified of the fact everyone heard her moan, the two ravens squawked in surprise as the figured it was her who made the sound. Bashfully admitting that it was her and that she was looking for Odin, Odin mentioned that he was going to watch round five and that (Name) should join him as he was going to watch in a private room.

Wrapping both her arms around his arms (Name) was excited to for the invitation and it seemed the two ravens were happy about watching the next fight.

However, Odin gently placed the birds outside and told them to come back in a hour and locked the private room door leaving the birds surprised and a little grumpy as the mentioned how Odin was probably spoiling (Name) as he usually did.

Although, once they heard a “Ahn!” Again the birds quickly flew away discussing how they wanted berries now, trying to forget what they just heard.

❣️Rukia-Writes❣️

#Odin x reader #ror x reader #Odin record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader

[mamamiriamxo]

Ok I know no one gives a shit about any of this but I'm rewriting an old fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28998657

Idk how I should proceed with it tho? Should I edit over the old one? Make a new work straight up?

Nejse, there's not enough love about Hestia in this world so I'm here to remedy that.

Aroace legend, hello??? She and her fellow sacred virgins Artemis and Athena were literally defended by ZEUS of all people if anyone tried to touch them.

Not even Sky Daddy ™ tried to bone them because literally everyone would be on his ass in a minute.

She's one of the richest goddesses because many greeks used fire to give their offerings to other gods, and since she was literally the goddess of fire and the hearth (private and ritual) she would always receive a portion of those sacrifices.

So like. A bank.

Her laughter sounded like the cackle of fire which is hella cute.

One time, Rhea hosted a party where she invited a shit ton of people and everyone got wasted and Hestia passed out.

So Priapus (look him up I dare you) tried to SA her but even a nearby donkey was like "EYO THAT'S A SACRED VIRGIN BACK OFF" and yelled right in Hestia's ear so she'd wake up. The rest of the night was spent by the entire pantheon chasing after Priapus to punish him.

Which is why it's tradition for the bride to ride a donkey to the chapel.

Jk jk I don't know the actual reason but it makes sense right????

There's very few myths ab her, which sucks ass, and she's constantly being forgotten in modern literature.

PASS MY GIRL HESTIA THE SPOTLIGHT FOR ONCE!

#greek goddess #greek mythology #hestia #hestia goddess #aromantic #asexual #aromantic asexual #aroace #lgbtq+ #pride #greece is gay #ao3 #ppg fanfic #sky cotl #underrated asffff

[hvrricaneromeo]

PROMPT 001.

ROMEO SITS UPON HIS THRONE LIKE SOMEONE BORN TO BE KING. STRAIGHT back, chin up, shoulders poised. green eyes look around the room, watching as one by one, each godling sat upon their own. he sits in the center, his dais just a touch more elevated than the others. he can make out some expressions on these stranger's faces and, behind them, he can't make out anything but shadowy figures.

he listens, he accepts the chalice, and he listens. a heavy crown rests upon his head, a mantle upon his shoulders. the question is asked, the warning delivered.

ROMEO BRINGS THE CHALICE TO HIS LIPS AND DRINKS DEEP.

the first gulp burns, a wildfire forming in his throat. he sloshes the pink crushed-diamond like liquid in his mouth and continues. he closes his eyes, not watching as the others begin to sip or wait. this is for him. this is what he needs to do. each sip burns more and more and as the final drop slides down his throat, his hands shake and the chalice tumbles to the marble floor.

a scream tears through his throat like a thunderous boom that rattles his bones. his skin crawls, his head throbs, he feels like something inside him is trying to scratch its way to the surface with knife like claws, shredding him from the inside out. when he opens his eyes, he doesn't see the other godlings, nor the thrones, nor the citizens who came to watch as their godlings accepted their birthright.

HE SEES HIMSELF, CROWN ON HIS HEAD, SNEER ON HIS LIPS—HIS FATHER'S smile, the one from before, not the one with lightning in his veins and clouds beneath his feet.

all at once, he hears them, the voices of doubt ringing in his ears like a discordant chorus. his father's voice, his mother's, his sibling's, his teacher's, his friend's, the intern's; himself.

they say, "you will be nothing, no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to be what you want."

they say, "you think you can be the son of zeus? ha! pathetic, you're barely the son of ramiro. he doesn't even claim you're his."

they say, "does he really think he's special? who the fuck wants him to be their king?"

they say, "you're a mess, no one is ever going to love you. they only want you for one thing and you don't even make them work for it. slut."

he says, "when i die, no one is going to mourn me. i've not made an impact on anyone. i've spent too long trying to be what someone else wants me to be."

he says, "this is me running away and just like before, i'll run away again when things get hard."

he says, "i'll hurt everyone around me. i'm too much, too much, too much. i have a storm inside me that will destroy anyone who stands too close."

he says, "false prince, false prince, false prince."

they join in, "false prince, false prince, false prince."

the voice grow louder and louder, like the whooshing of wind, the roar of thunder, the crackle of lightning, the downpour of rain. something inside of him bursts free, desperate and hungry and hollow. an amalgamation of all his self doubt, the doubts of others, the expectations placed upon him to be something for them, not something he wants for himself.

it's a disgusting thing to look at, to see. this visage of himself, body crumpled and rotting, the skin of his face peeling back to reveal gum and bone and tissue. the mountain of his spine peeks out through the skin, like blades protruding through his skin.

it says, "it's easy," his own voice reflected back to him, muddled and gurgling like it's choking on blood and muscle. "to give it all up." it steps closer, extending a gnarled hand, bone poking through skin, black and drenched in ichor. "take my hand and it'll all be over."

it's smile is sinister, grotesque, rotted teeth and bleeding gums.

ROMEO REACHES OUT A HAND, FINGERS NEARLY TOUCHING.

"NO."

a flash of blue, a crackle of electricity that coils around his skin, through his veins like a torrent of power rattles through him. he falls to his knees, eyes glowing, lightning crackling inside his irises, his veins illuminated in the darkness of the abandoned room.

the creature hisses as lightning pierces through its body, raining down from the cracked open ceiling of the temple. bolts of lightning puncture the ground around romeo, encircling him in a cage of electrifying energy that feels overwhelming.

he reaches out a hand once more, this time grabbing hold of the lightning.

IT FEELS LIKE COMING HOME.

his eyes flutter open, orange flickering light dancing over him. he's on his back, he's on the marbled floor of the temple. light is streaming inside, though, light that wasn't there before.

around him lie pieces of a marbled column, a piece of the painted ceiling, and rubble. so much rubble.

"what the fuck." he groans, body sore, an ache that starts at the soles of his feet to the tip of his head, even inside of him aches. his blood feels electric, a buzz; thrumming. "what happened?" he asks to no one in particular. his throat is hoarse, his voice barely sounding like his own.

he hears a chorus of voices in his mind, making him wince, and as they all quiet down, he hears one. a sense of pride, of honor, of happiness, radiates through him.

"WELCOME HOME, SON. MY PRINCE OF OLYMPUS. WELCOME HOME."

#✧ — 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐳𝐞𝐮𝐬 ꒰ tasks ꒱ #godlingprompt001 #body horror tw #self doubt tw #not sure what else i should tag

[daydreaming-in-letters]

Earth & Fire

Chapter II - The most unlikely of places

07/14/2023

Pairing: Hades (Hozier) x Anthea (OFC)

Word Count: 2,937

Warnings: angst, heartbreak and Hades, finally Hades!

Summary: Having barely escaped the ravenous greed of Zeus' desire, Hephaestus is determined to do whatever it takes to keep his daughter safe.

A/N: Buckle up, everyone, we're finally entering the Underworld.

Earth & Fire - Masterpost

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There was nothing but darkness. Darkness and the biting cold that slowly crept into her bones the further they emerged into black nothingness. The only warmth came from her father’s hand that was securely clutching her own ever since they had stepped through the wide cave entrance. She couldn’t tell how long ago that had been. Darkness had wrapped around them soon after and it already seemed like an eternity ago since she had felt the last rays of sunshine on her skin. Her feet agreed, aching as if she had been walking for days on end and growing heavier with each step. 

Still Anthea had no intention of asking for a rest. She knew who they were running from, knew that this was all her fault. If only she hadn’t decided to go swimming that morning and given her father a proper goodbye, none of this would have happened. They wouldn’t have been forced to leave their home in a hurry, running blindly through an icy cave to… Where to? Seeing that it was Zeus himself who was after them, hiding seemed pointless. There was no place on earth he wouldn’t be able to find them. This was his realm, and there was nowhere they could go. 

“Father, please. Where are you taking me?”

He kept on walking as he spoke. “To the only place you will be safe.”

“What place?” She just had to know. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her father. There was no one else she would ever trust more than him, but she just couldn’t think of any place Zeus wouldn’t sooner or later come looking for them, and she wasn’t sure Hephaestus could either.

“You will see soon enough,” he grunted, fastening his step as he kept on pulling her along and she knew the conversation was over. There was no use in pushing any further on this matter. He wouldn’t answer her. And what scared her infinitely more than not knowing was his reluctance to even name the place they were headed to.

They walked on in silence. And on, and on, a glimpse of eternity, until she couldn’t tell anymore what was real and what was not. At some point she had thought to feel a whiff of air, carrying a mild breeze. But it was gone as soon as it had come and the more she thought about it, Anthea blamed it on her senses playing tricks on her. Just like the faint light that had appeared ahead of them a long while ago. Her eyes made her believe that the blueish shine was getting brighter by the minute, but that was impossible of course. They must be so far beneath the earth by now, and everyone knew that there was no light to be found down here. 

But then suddenly a few shapes began to manifest. Sharp rocks mostly, they were everywhere, to her left and right, even above her head, black and spiky, telling her unmistakably that she shouldn’t be here. There was a noise now, too. The further they went, the surer she became what it was and when they rounded another corner, she wasn’t surprised to find herself at the bank of a wide river. It was gurgling strangely, while white mist crawled across the surface and blurred the line between water and land. Like everything down here, it held an odd, blueish glow, the source of which was still nowhere to be seen. A good distance away, the mist slowly began to part. Something was moving through it, heading towards them and Anthea could feel the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand in unease. 

A boat, she realised, steered by a cloaked and hooded figure. Its bow turned into the most hideous figurehead she had ever laid eyes upon. Nothing but a long neck, part of it entangled in thorny vines, the rest covered in fish scales, craned upwards, and topped with a human skull. Long, winding horns were rolled up to the sides of it, and between two rows of sharpened teeth, it held a lantern. Within it danced a single blue flame.

Another shiver rolled over her skin as the bark landed, a bloodcurdling, scratching noise echoing from the high stonewalls, and Anthea stopped, forcing Hephaestus to do the same as to not let her hand slip out of his. He looked back, anger flaring behind his light-blue orbs, but when he realised the horror on his daughter’s face, his eyes softened.

“Please, my flower, don’t be alarmed. You have got nothing to fear from the ferryman.”

“Indeed it is not me you should fear.” The ferryman’s voice was raspy and dark. The voice of an old man. But it also held the warmth of a bemused smile. “Lord Hephaestus,” he then greeted her father. “I would say it is good to see you again, but something tells me that the two of you are not on a pleasure trip.”

“You are right, Master Charon. Indeed we are not, yet I, too, have to admit that it is good to see you again after such a long time.”

The ferryman, Master Charon, nodded, making the grey beard that fell down his chest bob slightly.

“Come now. We need not waste anymore time with kind words for he is already awaiting your arrival.”

He helped them both inside the vessel, Anthea first, and even when her father finally sat down beside her and took her hand, it refused to bring the soothing comfort it usually did. They travelled in silence, nobody spoke a word and strangely enough, the boat didn’t make any sound either as it glided across the water. But suddenly, her ears picked up a whisper. It was not very loud at first, making her question whether it was there at all, but soon it grew louder, several voices mixing together, swelling until she could clearly make out the word they were chanting over and over again: Anthea. 

She didn’t think much of it as she reached out her hand towards the source of the whispers, her fingertips already parting the mist to reveal the pitch black water underneath.

“I wouldn’t proceed if you value your life, girl.”

The unexpected warning of the ferryman made her jump, her fingers retreating just in time as a white, fleshless hand broke through the surface and reached for her. In panic she yanked her hand away, holding it close to her chest.

“Anthea!” 

She could hear the same terror in her father’s voice that had befallen her own heart, and still she flinched as she turned and found his scolding stare upon herself. 

“I’m sorry.”

Her voice was quiet and once again, Hephaestus face softened in a heartbeat for his daughter. 

“It’s not your fault, my flower. I should have given you a word of warning.” His lips pressed to the crown of her hair, one arm wrapping around her shoulder to pull her closer. “Promise me to be more careful down here, will you?”

“I promise, father.”

It was not long after this incident, the fright still lingering in her bones, when Charon broke the silence again.

“We will arrive soon.”

Beside her, she felt her father sit up straight. His arm fell away from her shoulder in the process and with it the warmth it had brought. Anthea shivered again, her eyes drawn to the riverbank where another hooded figure slowly came into view. He was tall, taller even than her father and Hephaestus was already towering higher than any mortal she knew. In his hand, hidden by wide sleeves, he held a bident, its two sharp prongs reaching even higher than his head. Despite the cloak that added to the width of his shoulders, Anthea noted that they weren’t as wide as her father’s, not even close. And somehow this detail calmed her a little. 

It was impossible to see his face behind the darkness of his hood yet, but even as they got closer and set foot onto the rocky shore, the light that came from behind his back made it impossible to glimpse even the tiniest hint of its features.

“Klytometis,” the stranger greeted her father. His voice was calm and measured. If he felt any emotions upon their arrival, he disguised them well. Still, the term he had chosen to address Hephaestus honoured her father and his skills. Anthea knew that there were others he could have used, plenty of them, that made fun of her father’s leg or diminished his craftsmanship. In her mind she thanked the stranger for showing Hephaestus the respect he deserved but so seldomly received. 

“Khthonios.” Anthea watched in bewilderment as her father dropped to one knee, holding his head low. He had never done that before. A god had no need to humble himself before others. “I need your help. We need your help.”

A strange sensation befell her as she could feel a pair of eyes taking her in from underneath the darkness of his hood, for the first time since their arrival. Later she would remember this moment, remember the violent shiver it sent down her spine, but she would never truly be able to fathom whether it had been caused by his gaze or the way her father had addressed him. Khthonios—of the Underworld.

“Stand up, Hephaestus. There is no need for such formality between us.” Her father did as he was told, thanking the hooded creature with a wordless nod. “So you have come seeking my aid.” A long silence followed his words, stretching uncomfortably between them and when he spoke again, his words felt like a slap to their faces. “Yet I don’t recall owing you any favour.”

Like the cold of a rainy winter day it sank in. He wouldn’t help them. They had come all this way for nothing. It was as clear to Anthea as anything. Now all they could do to preserve their honour was leave before they would overstay their welcome. And so she reached for her father’s hand and gently pulled him towards the ferry, but Hephaestus was unrelenting.

“I am well aware of that. And believe me, my lord, if there were any other way—”

“There is always another way,” her father was cut off politely but firmly, still he refused to accept the rejection.

“Not this time. Not with him—”

Again, Hephaestus was cut short as the other lifted his hand to silence him. Anthea was in shock. She had never seen her father like this, pleading and supplicant, just to be silenced by a single gesture. Nobody had ever dared to turn him down.

“Say no more. I could already sense my brother’s foul stench on your daughter the moment you entered my realm.” 

My brother. My realm. His words washed away the last of her doubts about his identity. It was the ruler of the Underworld himself that stood before them, Hades Khthonios, King of the Dead, and it was only now that she fully understood the despair her father must be in. What it must have cost him to take her to the Underworld and ask the most unpopular of all the gods for help. And to be rejected like this after all that torment. 

No, she wouldn’t tolerate this one second longer. As the God of the Underworld had suggested: there must be another way. Maybe there were others they could ask for help. Her grandmother, she despised her husband enough to surely side with them. And probably other gods would follow. 

She was just about to tug at her father’s hand again, to speak up if necessary, when only three words settled the matter, and decided her fate.

“She can stay.”

No. No, no, no, no, no.

“I thank you, Lord Hades. I will forever be indebted to you for your most generous offer. Anthea will be safe here with you.”

“You have my word.”

Anthea watched in disbelief as the two gods sealed their agreement. She knew what would follow now, and still she pushed the thought away as far as she could. 

“You will stay with me, won’t you, father?” she pleaded as he turned around to face her. And with a glance over his shoulder she added, “You won’t leave me here.” With him, she had wanted to add, but even in her distraught state she realised it would be horrendously foolish to cross yet another god.

“You will be in safe hands, my flower. And knowing that, I will be able to fulfil my duties as a father and protect you. I need to take care of Zeus, set him on the wrong track. It will distract him, hopefully long enough for the chase to tire his greed.”

“But—”

“No,” her father grabbed her shoulders and looked at her intently, “this is the way it has to be. The only way to keep you unharmed. From the moment you came into my life, I swore to protect you, whatever it takes. Please allow me to be your father now and keep that oath.”

He was right. Her heart had known even before he had spoken that he was. Still, tears blurred her vision, and however much she tried, soon she could feel them run down her cheeks in hot and salty streams.

“I will miss you, father.”

“Sh, no goodbyes. Or have you forgotten how much you hate them?”

Anthea couldn’t help but chuckle and Hephaestus managed a smile as well as he wiped away the tears from her eyes. He then reached into the leather bag he was carrying to bring a small object to light, wrapped in cloth. Carefully he tugged the fabric aside to reveal a tiny golden robin.

“I made this a long time ago, when I was young, foolish and in love. I kept it for sentimental reasons, but I want you to have it now.” One large finger that looked as if it belonged to a giant next to the delicate bird, pushed down on its chest and the bird spread its wings before a hatch opened up its back. “You can write to me if you like and enclose your letters safely within the bird. The robin will know where to find me.”

Hephaestus pressed the button again, the hatch falling shut to be covered by the robin’s shiny wings again. Carefully he placed it in his daughter’s hands, one last token of his love for her before he had to leave.

Desperate arms reached out for him, wrapping around his strong chest while Anthea buried her face against it. His arms closed around her and for a moment, the world fell away. She could hear his strong heartbeat, the air filling his lungs and leaving them in a hurry as he released a deep sigh. His familiar scent filled her nose and she vowed she would forever memorise it, along with the image of his smile, and his eyes when they lit up in joy, his warm voice when he softly spoke her name. It would have to suffice until she could leave this place and be with him again. 

She was reluctant to loosen her hold, although she was well aware of the inevitability of their goodbye. And so it was her father who softly pushed her away to look at her.

“Remember what I told you, my flower. Courageous heart, calm mind.”

“Courageous heart, calm mind,” she repeated like she had done so many times before. With a proud smile on his lips, he leaned in to leave a kiss on her forehead. She could still feel his lips there when he passed her by to join the ferryman on his bark.

They had already discarded, Charon pushing them down the Styx and away from her, when just once, Hephaestus turned to look at his daughter again, his eyes shimmering suspiciously in the gloomy light. Intuitively, she took a step forward. Not to follow him, she knew she couldn’t, but to lessen the distance, just for a moment.

Of course, he didn’t know that, and so she felt a determined hand grabbing her wrist to keep her from doing anything foolish. She hadn’t even realised he was close enough to reach her, but he seemed to take his promise to her father very seriously. His grip wasn’t unpleasantly tight, but tight enough to remind her very effectively of the only alternative to her exile.

For a second her eyes fell down to the spot where his fingers touched her. Anthea wasn’t sure what she had expected. White bones void of flesh wrapping around her wrist? Whatever horror her mind might have imagined, it was far from the slender fingers she found. Stunned, she looked up at his face, yet again she found nothing but darkness. But it made him let go of her, and when she remembered why he had reached for her in the first place, she turned around. The river lay silent now, the mist unmoved. Her father was gone.

“I know how you must feel, but Hephaestus is right. There is no other way.”

His voice was warm, full of compassion, but she hated it just the same.

“You know nothing about me,” she spat, facing him again. “Least of all how I feel.” 

To her great dismay, he didn’t rise to her venomous tone. She would have loved to allow him a taste of the feelings he had just claimed to know. Instead he silently extended his arm, pointing towards the path he must have walked to come here.

Chapter 3

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@ashesofblackroses 🖤

#hades!hozier x ofc #hades!hozier #hozier #hozier fanfiction #greek mythology au #earth and fire

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I love that! Can I request a Part 2 of Brutally Honest Child Reader, where Reader asks why Zeus looks so old and wrinkly compared to his older brothers (And shows him a book Buddha/Adam got them about dinosaurs, and asks him ‘Your like these old bones that are in museums! Buddha told me that when things are super old they’re called ‘Fossils’. That means your a Fossil right?’) who’s laughing/dying of laughter?

-You were sitting on Grampy Zeus’ lap, looking at a picture book about dinosaurs, something Buddha had given to you.

-You were at the Greek pantheon today, Zeus and his three brothers watching over you, while the other three were discussing things in their own kingdoms, Zeus was happy to have an out by talking to you about fossils.

-Hades couldn’t help but grin over at you, “Y/N~ did you know that Zeus is the youngest of the four of us?” your eyes went wide, learning this information.

-You looked up at him, brows furrowed in slight confusion before you spoke up, “If you’re the youngest, why do you look so old and wrinkly, while Uncle Poseidon and Uncle Hades look like Prince Charming in my princess book? Even Uncle Adamas looks like a prince too. Why are you so old looking? Are you a fossil too, since you’re so old?”

-Adamas was quickly howling in laughter, as was Ares and Hermes, who just walked in with snacks for everyone.

-Zeus had crocodile tears pouring down his face at your brutality while Poseidon was filming, his face stoic but his posture relaxed, showing he was amused.

-Hades chuckled softly, “That’s not very nice to say, Y/N.” you looked over at him, confused, “Why isn’t it nice? It’s the truth, Sister Brunnhilde told me to always tell the truth.”

-Adamas nudged Zeus lightly in his ribs, “Yeah little bro, telling the truth is a good thing, even if it does hurt.”

-More question marks appeared, floating around your head as you were taken by Ares, “Does the truth hurt? How does it hurt?”

-Poseidon had to take you from Ares as he was quickly doubled over with laughter, howling alongside Adamas while Zeus pouted, annoyed that you were such a good girl, telling the truth, even if it did sting.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror zeus #ror hermes #ror ares

[ghosts-junk-pile]

PERCY JACKSON AU GO! Ok so this takes place post PJO and during HOO but as I haven't started it TAO aren't cannon to this au .... yet . This au is will be kinda just a collection of story with very little things relating to the plot of HOO. The reason there are a lot more Big Three God kids than one might expect is I can't think of anyone better to make these people their godly parent(and hey now the cannon big three kids won't be as lonely ) . Here's a list of everyone's godly parents(and some notes) edit : thanks to @skylardoesthings almost everybody who needed a godly parent got one! :

Bdubs : Hypnos

False : Athena

Cleo : Hades

Notes : Makes creepily realistic statues out of bones, lots of stitches

Jimmy : Poseidon

Lizzie : Poseidon

Scott : Boreas

Impulse : Poseidon

Zed : Satyr

Alex(Ex) : Zeus

Grian: Hermes

Pearl : Demeter

Notes : Tilly is a Hellhound she made freinds with and Froggy is just a normal cat

Gem : Faun

Note : Is really good at fighting

Shelby : Hecate

Fwip : Hermes

Note : Him and Gem adopted each other as siblings after a week

Sausage : Aphrodite

Notes : He is Fwip's cousin, Him and Joel made a small automaton that they named Hermes he is basically their son.

Pix : Athena

Kathrine : Aphrodite

Note : She reminds some people of Selina a bit too much

Joey : Glaucus

Joel : Zeus

Oli : Apollo

Joe : Apollo

Mumbo : Hephaestus

Stress : Demeter

Tango : Hephaestus

Doc : Saytr

Note : Hags out w/ the Hephaestus cabin most of the time, has made too many weapons of mass destruction

TFC : Hestia

Note : He's a half-bold who made it to adulthood and works to look after the camp w/ Chiron and Mr.D

Xb : Poseidon

BigB : Hestia

Beef : Saytr

Pris : Poseidon

Note : She's more of a minor character but let it be know she is there

Scar : Saytr

Notes : Bad legs uses a cane, Insanely good at archery

Etho : Boreas

Wels : Nike

Ren : Muses(do they have a cabin?)

Iskall : Hermes

Hypno : Hypnos

Xisuma : Bellona

Skizz : Harmonia

Jevin : Hermes

Note : Thanks to a prank w/ some dye his skin is a bit blue tinted

Xornoth : Hecate

#if you have any ideas #for godly parents even if they already have someone if you have a better idea them please tell me #percy jackson #hermitcraft aus #hermitcraft #Bdubs #falsesymmetry #gemitay #skizzleman #etholabs #hypnotized #ijevin #iskall85 #welsknight #xornoth #rendog #prismarina #vintagebeef #bigb #xbcrafted #tfc #docm77 #tango tek #stressmonster101 #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #joe hills #joel smallishbeans #jimmy solidarity #joey graceffa

[seavoice]

the olympians generational trauma is so so important to me. rick focused a lot on trauma and abuse in toa but he never focused on the fact that for apollo its inherited. he never focused on how it was a cycle and how it all started with ouranos and fathers and sons and wanting to do better and end up succumbing and and and

cruelest thing is that he was so close to touching on it too. in THO, there’s a paragraph about rachel saying they can choose their fate and apollo thinking “i’ve seen thats not possible, i’ve seen people repeat patterns thinking they’re doing something different when they’re just retracing the same paths previous generations took, but there’s something admirable about human persistence.” in TON there was a whole page about how “there never were any good old days since the problems never change as mortals and gods alike carrying their own baggage with them, but we should overcome it and move forward.” like you want to talk about the generational trauma so bad PLEASE DO IT OLD MAN. im on my hands and knees FUCKING DO IT. i don’t believe in the olympian revolution i believe in the olympian revelation PLEASE let them see the pattern and realize they have to change, not so that they can avoid the threat of war, but so they can heal and recover from the trauma they inherited from those that came before them.

SAY that anon!! It's all inherited. They want to change, but no God believes they can! Percy tries to have faith at the end of Last Olympian (a lesson he is quite literally pushed to the edge by Echidna to learn in Lightning Thief), despite Hermes shutting him down, and is paid dust for it. They don't believe it themselves. They don't believe in themselves. Hermes says he doesn't believe they can change. So does Apollo. So do Hades and Zeus and Poseidon and Athena and everyone else -- and even if they do change, it's so small and over so long that they find the world has moved under their feet again. And a lot of it is because they believe they're destined for the same vicious cycle. They wouldn't try so hard to avoid it (and fail) if they didn't.

Riordan really had the bones of a very interesting family story in PJO; clearly by the time he hit ToA he was AWARE that there was a scope for some commentary of generational trauma. He does make allusions to it in Apollo's POV, he's always going on about family therapists and how fear motivates them over love, the whole tyrants are insurmountable monologue. I wish I could quote certain passages because they are certainly...present, but my brain is just too fried at the moment to go searching for them.  But I think at the end of the day, he either felt he didn't want to tackle it overtly or change up the structure of his world building by so much. I think it's a poorer series for not doing so, although at the same time I appreciate that we do not look at the morality of these gods or their (for lack of a nuanced term) trauma, and their familial bonds through an entirely "mortal" perspective. I would rather not have a book long therapy session about this. We had TSATS, and I will do anything to avoid that kind of story LMAO.

I think it's also frustrating that Riordan (despite his many many flaws) comes so close to giving a genuinely fascinating reimagining of godly familial dynamics in a middle grade/YA series. That's why when he falls short of the natural conclusion of like... acknowledging conversations about generational wounds it grates doubly so. That's the great thing about the mythology premise -- it's fertile soil for a fun, monster-fighting series for kids, but it also comes with a meaty backstory to exploit, so to speak!  PJO is about family, over everything -- your chosen one, your lost one, your immortal, messy one. It's about never escaping your shadow, it's about seeing your father's eyes in your son's.

Personally I find it SO great that Zeus kills and entraps and tries to snuff out the prophecy (and the prophecy kids!) because he's scared, he's so paralyzed by fear of destruction and then the real threat is his own bloodthirsty father who hated them. That scene at the beginning of The Lightning Thief when Zeus and Poseidon are fighting and Percy tries to stop them but there's a voice--Kronos!--goading them on? Metaphor city. I wish we kept that energy consistently. It's all in the family, baby!

It's all about the cycles of inescapable tragedy. When you build a kingdom on the ruins of your father who wants to kill you...and instead of breaking the cycle, power and paranoia corrodes you until you propagate it to the extent that you end up afraid not of yourself becoming your father, but of your son becoming YOU. When you've lost the plot so so bad.

#im sorry for replying to this a couple days late! i wasnt on tumblr for a bit #anon #asks #rrverse #pjo #percy jackson

[tylermileslockett]

ARGONAUTICA series 6: "Harpies and the Clashing Rocks"

Book 2 begins with the crew docking upon the coast of the Bebrykians, where king Amykos, with outrageous arrogance, challenges the best argonaut to a brutal boxing match. Polydeuks (son of Zeus, and twin half-brother to Castor) rises to meet the challenge. The men wrap their fists with dried leather thongs, and rush headlong into fierce combat. The warriors exchange brutal blows until finally, Polydeukes sizing up the kings weaknesses, delivers the fatal blow, shattering the bones in the kings head. The warriors on both sides rush into battle, the argonauts fighting like wild wolves, and the Bebrykians finally scattering like bees from smoke.

 The following day the Argo sails out through the Bosporos strait where the ship Helmsman, Tiphys, overcomes a giant wave. Here they put in at the Thynian coast where they meet the pitiful King Phineus, who had been given the power of prophecy by Apollo. But having revealed too much truth to mankind, Zeus cursed the king, taking away his eyesight, lengthening his lifespan, and ever hounded by the terrifying Harpies,(half-bird half-human creatures) that descend from the clouds to steal the kings food as he eats, leaving behind a rank odor that spoils everyones appetites. Here the argonaut twin heroes Zetes and Kalais, (twin sons of Boreas, the North wind) with their black wings on their temples and feet, flew after the harpies chasing them away forever, thus saving the king from his curse.

 In appreciation, Phineus warns the men of the deadly passage through the dark, clashing rocks, advising them to send a dove through first, to test the timing. The following day the men journey through the clashing rocks, using the dove, and with Athena’s aid, barely escape death.

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[i-would-get-in-the-water-naked]

Poseidon character design & headcanons

(ART BY ME)

(hes so hot i cant)

(um)

(anyways)

Headcanons

Hes the oldest of Cronus' children.

When Cronus found out about the prophecy about one of his children killing and overthrowing him, he came to kill all his kids - Poseidon was 17 back then, and as the oldest sibling, he felt the obligation to protect the younger ones - he failed and Cronus killed all of them including him (Zeus resurrected them all after killing Cronus - but thats another story).

When he was trying to protect Hestia from Cronus, his father used his strength of a Titan and literally ripped his arm from his shoulder before killing him.

He made a magical artificial arm later after being resurrected by Zeus - it's made from bones (forearm) and ocean scrap. He could've made it look human, however he wanted to be dramatic.

Speaking of which, he's a total drama queen. He's overly protective of everyone and everything he loves and will indeed make fuzz about not being able to find his favorite mug.

Injuries form deep and visible scars on his body. His chest and stomach are scarred a LOT, aswell as his back.

The scar on his lip is from the time he fell as a child, he barely remembers it, but he doesnt mind because he can make up cool stories about how he got it.

He's not afraid of getting his hands dirty. If he needs to kill someone, he will kill them.

He indeed is traumatized by the time his own father killed him. He hates himself for not being able to protect his siblings. That's the reason he's protective, he wants to make it up to himself. He tries to be the father he never had - he loves all his children. Even though hes quite afraid of Polyphemus, he still sees him as his son.

He often has nightmares about what happened the night Cronus came to kill them. He doesn't tell anyone from the Gods though, he just sort of suffers alone.

He. Doesnt. Like. Zeus. Zeus is the youngest of them and Poseidon missed his whole childhood and teenage years - when Cronus killed Poseidon, Zeus was a baby and Rheia - their mother - hid him away and saved him. Zeus grew into a prideful man, which Poseidon cannot stand.

He's normally calm, but when something really pisses him off, he loses temper very easily.

He carved his trident himself and made it work with his artificial arm.

Yeah and he's bi. Like. The most openly bisexual man you can meet.

#EPIC: The Musical #EPIC: The Fanfic #Poseidon #Poseidon from Epic #headcanons #this man does things to me you don't even know #character design #headcanon design