#♡ ares

[theway-her-hairfalls]

Praying to Aphrodite for seeing the beauty in the world despite my sadness, as well as loving myself, even when others judge me

Praying to Ares for the strength to keep going, and as the loving hand of a father that I never had

Praying to Hestia in hope that I'll feel at home for the first time in forever, that I'll be comforted with thoughts of my favorite bread in the warm oven

Praying to Demeter in hope that my hunger will be sated while there's no food for me to eat, and again for the caring embrace from a mother when mine turns her back

[diorchids]

would you be willing to write about ares from pjo🙇‍♀️

mentoring.

᯾ CONTENT WARNING: pure smut, age gap, mentor!ares, virgin!reader, oral, penetration, choking. 𐔌 ᥩྀི. ˔ ، ꒱

you dreamt of him often, and he clouded your thoughts during the day, but you’d never thought of your mentor in this way. 

“but you want it. you’re tired of these--these boys. you need a man,” you sat up straight as he said those words. they were almost enchanting, convincing you to take the extra step.

his head cocked to the side as you drooled all over his cock, occasionally gagging as you forced yourself to take all of him in one go. “probably not as big as this, hm? biggest dick you’ve ever had, that’s for sure.” this was mentoring though. this is how it goes. if you want to be the best, you have to, in his words, “be prepared to take it on the chin.” 

ironic.

your spit-soaked lips wrapped around his thick, meaty cock as your tummy fluttered at the mere sight of his face, damp and dazed. your fingers cradled his heavy balls, squeezing and pulling the warm sacks as he pushed himself deeper into your throat. the control he had over you was delicious. thick, calloused fingers wrapped tightly around your neck as tears pooled in your eyes, delicately rolling down your face.

he dragged his swollen cock against your wet cunt, dripping in your warm, sticky arousal. in all honesty, this was better anything he’d ever had. stripping away the innocence of a girl such as yourself. him being the one to take it; it was just perfect. 

“you’re real tight, y’know that? practically chokin’ me,” he spoke as you cried and whined at the pure assault as he held your waist in his hands, rubbing and soothing your stomach which must’ve been aching. “please--hurts!” you said, feeling the ache and stretch of his cock drawing in and out of you. "you can take it, doll, you'll take it."

it's what a good mentor does. he's doing you a favor.

[darby-rowe]

18+ | nsfw | mdni

cw fem!reader, alleyway sex

thinking about crossing paths with ares one night.

maybe you met him at a sports bar while the big game was going on, watching him bet on the team he thought was the strongest and had the better chances of winning. he’s social, extremely cocky, but damn good at keeping conversation.

you found yourself getting roped further into his outrageous stories — mostly of him and his family — and you mentally questioned the validity of his tales. but truthful or not, he was something that felt larger than life. something that made you lightly nibble the tip of your thumb and let your eyes wander to other parts of his large frame.

it was only a matter of time before the two of you completely stopped paying attention the game on the television screens. your bodies grew closer, the words got flirtier, your giggles got more shy. he bought you a drink and without even thinking you drank the whole thing with zero hesitation.

you forgot the events that led up to it, but the next thing you remember is being pressed up against the harsh brick of the outside wall of the bar with your jeans and panties shoved down to your knees. the palms of your hands splayed out against the wall, your mouth agape and emitting whorish moans and whimpers as ares pounded your soaking wet pussy from behind. he had one hand on the back of your neck, pressing your cheek against the wall with the other hand on your hip. he wanted to keep you in place. he needed to have you under his control for just a few more moments.

it was rough and dirty, and yet ares was fucking you as if he was taking his time to feel every inch of your warm, tight walls. it was, for lack of a better word, mindblowing. and when you came on his cock, you swore your vision went white, leaving you a dumb babbling mess with ares’s cum leaking out of your spent pussy.

and you stood there, legs shaking, feeling as if you were just fucked by god himself.

[satirn]

timmoy turner

[hankiki]

Another bonus for Volume 23~

"Come on Beauties! Bonus manga begins!!~" (At least that's how Google translated it for me.😗)

Ares: "Get dressed!"

Source

[ncstya]

i'm struggling with pain , but still believe me !

é apenas ANASTASIA LEE, ela é filha de AFRODITE do chalé 10 e tem 27 ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no NÍVEL 3 por estar no acampamento há 16 ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, NASTYA é bastante DETERMINADA mas também dizem que ela é ARROGANTE. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

in a desperate cry , fight for justice .

ʚ♡ɞ          RESUMO         .

Anastasia cresceu em um ambiente de opulência e privilégio, onde sua maior preocupação era qual presente extravagante receberia do pai. Filha de uma família rica com uma linhagem real, ela foi mimada desde o berço, embora sua mãe tenha falecido em um trágico acidente de carro quando Anastasia ainda era muito jovem (pelo menos, era o que o pai dizia a todos). Aos treze anos, enquanto desfrutava de sua vida protegida em uma mansão em Los Angeles, sua realidade foi abruptamente interrompida por um ataque que tirou a vida de seu pai e a forçou a enfrentar a verdade sobre sua identidade como semideusa. Levada ao Acampamento Meio-Sangue, Anastasia descobriu sua herança divina como filha de Afrodite, mas também teve que aprender a controlar seus poderes emocionais, que muitas vezes a deixavam se perguntando sobre sua influência nas emoções dos outros.

ʚ♡ɞ          HEADCANNONS         .

Nascida em uma família rica que tem algum parentesco próximo com o dono de uma marca famosa de celulares (Anastasia nunca ligou muito para a história), os primeiros anos de vida foram a parte mais fácil da vida dela, que a única preocupação era se ganharia a motinha que tinha pedido para o pai. A mãe dela? Coitadinha, tinha morrido em um acidente de carro, acredita? Mas tudo bem, porque nunca faltou nada para a garota! Não importava-se com nada além do seu dia-a-dia, que era ser paparicada com vários inúteis rosas e caros, apenas para garantir um sorriso no rosto da herdeira da fortuna que ninguém sabe de onde veio (se é que você me entende). Era uma criança adorável, pelo menos até que abrisse a boca para berrar que alguma coisa não estava ao agrado dela. Por onde andava, chamava atenção, fosse pela beleza ou por ser petulante com sua língua gigantesca, pronta para comentar algo que definitivamente não era da sua conta.

Essa realidade durou muito tempo até os 13 anos, em um dia de inverno que parecia comum. Anastasia já estava falando toda a lista do que queria ganhar naquela época, o que incluía os novos tecnológicos e vários itens de beleza da Sephora. Foi quando teve o ataque na propriedade da família em Los Angeles, bem quando estava assistindo alguma coisa na televisão. O pai não conseguiu sobreviver, mas conseguiu esconder a menina embaixo da mesa. Mesmo que Anastasia não tivesse a menor noção do que era, o homem sabia desde o começo, pois conseguia enxergar através da névoa. Quando viu a invasão na mansão, não houve nenhuma dúvidas do que aconteceria. Nenhum segurança seria capaz de manter a criatura longe de Anastasia, sedento pelo sangue da menina de cabelos longos e loiros. A memória do último sorriso do pai, manchado por sangue, permaneceu viva em seus pesadelos durante anos.

Foi levada para o Acampamento Meio-Sangue depois de ser abordada por um policial que entendeu o que tinha acontecido, afinal quem mais acreditaria quando Anastasia falasse que um monstro apareceu do nada e matou seu pai? Quando falou isso para os investigadores, recebeu olhares que diziam: coitadinha, enlouqueceu completamente. Ao finalmente chegar naquele lugar que representaria um pouco de conforto para o coração machucado, a filha de Afrodite percebeu como era fraca em tudo que se propunha. Aquela menina tagarela tinha sido substituída por uma criança traumatizada e que vivia chorando de saudades do genitor, que jamais chegaria a ver. A pessoa que ficou com a sua guarda, uma tia brasileira que coincidentemente estava vivendo nos Estados Unidos, não ligava nenhum pouco para o que estava fazendo, então passava mais tempo no Acampamento Meio-Sangue que qualquer coisa. Não que fosse ruim: estava aterrorizada pelo que tinha vivido, não desejando sequer sair pelos limites. Depois de muitas conversas com o Sr. D e, principalmente, Quíron, compreendeu que precisava treinar para que aquilo não acontecesse novamente. Assim, começou a treinar incansavelmente todos os dias.

Demorou cerca de 3 anos para ser reclamada pela mãe e, quando finalmente foi, as peças em sua mente começaram a se encaixar. Já havia percebido os olhares que recebia, ainda mais quando pensava que um crush podia muito notar ela e, tcham, do nada, ele só tinha olhos para Anastasia. O poder foi difícil de ser controlado, principalmente porque ela impunha as próprias emoções inconscientemente na maioria das vezes. Muitas vezes, ficava se questionando se os outros realmente se sentiam aquilo a respeito dela ou era ela própria controlando inconscientemente o que sentiam. O término com o primeiro namoradinho, inclusive, foi principalmente porque a filha de Afrodite teve um surto, acreditando que jamais tinha sido amada verdadeiramente e estava controlando ele o tempo todo. Mesmo nos dias atuais, com os poderes completamente sob controle, Anastasia pega se perguntando se está manipulando as emoções alheias.

Saiu do Acampamento Meio-Sangue em pouquíssimas situações, pensando que talvez poderia viver uma vida sem medo, afinal o que tinha acontecido ocorreu a tanto tempo atrás. Mesmo com a espada e todo o treinamento perfeito que recebeu, ainda sim Anastasia temia andar pelas ruas e alguém querido acabar ferido. São momentos de constante medo e dúvidas, que fazem com que fique emocionalmente inconstante, o que faz com que manipule aqueles ao seu redor.

ʚ♡ɞ          HABILIDADES && PODERES         .

MANIPULAÇÃO DE EMOÇÕES. Ativo. A capacidade de manipulação das emoções de Anastasia é uma ferramenta poderosa e complexa. Além de simplesmente influenciar as emoções das pessoas, ela pode intensificar essas emoções, tornando-as mais fortes e dominantes. Esse controle pode ser exercido de forma sutil, moldando percepções e reações de maneira discreta, útil em situações sociais delicadas ou em manipulação política e diplomática.

Ela também pode induzir emoções específicas de acordo com sua vontade, como instilar um sentimento de confiança em alguém inseguro, ou despertar sentimentos de culpa em alguém que está agindo de forma prejudicial. Entretanto, manipular emoções pode ter consequências imprevistas e efeitos colaterais. Por exemplo, intensificar demais a paixão de alguém pode levar a comportamentos impulsivos e irracionais, ou induzir sentimentos de raiva em vez de amor. A filha de Afrodite precisa ser cautelosa ao usar seus poderes para evitar causar danos emocionais.

PERÍCIA COM CHICOTES E CORRENTES. Passivo. Anastasia Lee domina a arte única da perícia com chicotes e correntes com uma destreza e elegância que desafiam as expectativas. Seu estilo é como uma dança mortal, onde cada movimento é uma combinação perfeita de graça fluida e precisão letal. Anastasia transforma essas armas aparentemente simples em extensões de seus próprios membros, capazes de desferir golpes rápidos como relâmpagos ou enrolar-se ao redor de obstáculos para alcançar seu alvo com precisão milimétrica.

HABILIDADES. Fator de cura acima do normal e reflexos sobre humanos.

ʚ♡ɞ          ARSENAL         .

Sharp Beauty é uma espada em ouro imperial com adornos em ouro rosa. As rosas estão presentes tanto na lâmina, entalhados, quanto no cabo, que possui adornos retorcidos, que lembram espinhos retorcidos.

Love Vendetta é uma corrente com uma kunai na ponta. Produziu pensando nos símbolos da mãe, o metal é adornado com pequenos círculos brilhantes, pintados a mão com a mesma cor que adornam as correntes, lembrando muito pérolas. Quando enrola a arma na mão, no entanto, ativa um pequeno mecanismo, que tinha sido uma ideia de um filhos de Hefesto que sugeriu enquanto passava por ela no momento. Com isso, a kunai revela pequenos espinhos de ouro imperial. Os espinhos na kunai de ouro imperial são cobertos por um veneno dourado que Anastasia apelidou de Bela Adormecida. Ele produz sintomas semelhantes a um cansaço muito grande, o que pode impactar a velocidade, reflexões e coordenação motora. Tente não bocejar muito alto!

Espelho de Nêmesis é um espelho de bronze polido com bordas decoradas. O espelho pode revelar segredos e desejos ocultos. As revelações são em forma de visões enigmáticas.

ʚ♡ɞ          EXTRAS         .

Altura. 1,63 m. Tatuagens e piercings. Possui diversos piercings na orelha, mas não possui nenhuma tatuagem (ainda). Traços positivos. Determinada, elegante e extrovertida. Traços negativos. Arrogante, insegura e excessivamente protetora. Inspirações. Elle Woods, Sidney Prescott e Aphrodite (House of Night). Instrutora de armas específicas (espada).

[minkothelovergirl]

I can take it when other people hate on the gods but they don't consider them gods, I see their point of view and I understand why they act the way they act

But when other hellenic pagans hate on the gods?

My heart hurts so much

It's really obvious when someone treats the gods as gods and when someone thinks of them as silly characters that they can hate on.

[yuukimiyas]

hello honeybuns & happy sept! ⁽⁽ଘ( ˙꒳​˙ )ଓ⁾⁾ i hope this new month & the coming ones are nice & calm <33 & filled w nothing but tenderness & love (* ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)” mwah!

[kafkasgirlhood]

hi guys ! so i'm completing retheming and repurposing this blog to be for whatever i want - essentially just my main. if you followed me for my helpol / religious posts , i have a new sideblog for that. @kafkaspriesthood is my new religious blog ( tyvm imp for the blog name idea i am forever indebted to you ) but if you want to stay to see my random blogging and whatnot then feel free to stay ! you are very welcome here <333 also my old tags will now be obsolete unfortunately , i'm going to be using a different tag template now so unfortunately i'll be losing a lot of funny experiences i had with the gods , but it's alright ! there's always more experiences to come ;333 tagging some of them on this post just so people know i moved blogs

[estefanyailen]

[theway-her-hairfalls]

hi!! im ethel ,, it/he pronouns mostly (she/hym as well!!) ,, im a minor, and new at hellenic polytheism.. i made this blog to collect resources and things relating to the gods and goddesses i have interest in starting to worship. there are a lot, but currently im going to start slow and precisely with only one or a few

i might be new, but i genuinely love and adore these deities so much; theyve brought me so much joy in the short time ive learned about them and began implementing worship of them into my daily life

my main is @/whenyoureoutonyourown

[jizzlords]

Ars Goetia rose to the challenge. From here, Asmodeus was arranged to marry. The Goetia's saw potential in welding their power with Deadly Sins, something to bring their power closer to Morningstar's. A good move, indeed, if Deadly Sins genuinely seen the potential in actually sticking with the script (which they barely caught a glimpse of).

One by one, Deadly Sins tentatively agreed to wed (under some pressures of their rings, to find some sort of establishment and with limited knowledge of knowing what to do. Still having to find themselves while simultaneously juggling "matrimony", new power and changes with themselves).

Goetia successfully and vehemently married off one of their own daughters to Asmodeus. A petite thing, [redacted], who typically kept to herself. Utmost proper, regal, beautiful with markings of dark grey, white and hints of brown, elegant, a befitting wife! Despite a befitting wife, their wedding day was one of the most miserable days in Hell and the Lust Ring made sure of mirroring Asmodeus' mood. Rain. Storming. Dark and dreary. Despite the violent weather, everything was a haze. A blur, if anyone asked Asmodeus, who grieved internally and drank himself stupid.

Asmodeus' wife ... she wasn't cruel [to Asmodeus] by any means (some theorized she was too reluctant to push her weight around or make any bold moves with a Deadly Sin). But she also didn't understand Asmodeus who in return, didn't understand her. Asmodeus was mocked heavily for marrying in the first place despite mainly seeing it as leverage to help establish the Lust Ring. This only further discouraged him from wanting anything to do with the marriage. This was the bare minimum, was it not? "Embodiment of Lust hitching with a Goetia, a disaster waiting to happen. Lust isn't monogamous. Something bad will happen to that wife of his, marrying Lust like that."

Asmodeus wasn't a passionate partner with [redacted]. In fact, he hated his marriage. He hated his freedom being restricted. The freedom to live true to himself, with his heart on his sleeve, seeking the lustful pleasures of "life" in Hell (as pleasurable as it could get) and take the time to understand his own power, his capabilities, building a foundation for himself (which was stunted from his marriage). Asmodeus didn't even know himself in this timeframe and with the layer of Goetia veiled over his eyes, it made getting comfortable with himself that much more difficult.

With the fall, the loss of his wings and freshly bringing life to succubus, Asmodeus faced chronic pain throughout his marriage. What with recovery and changes to a demon such as himself. Asmodeus preferred to stay hidden, away from [redacted], away from in-laws, especially away from mirrors (though in a Goetia styled mansion, that was near impossible).

Much like any arranged marriage, a heir was expected from this marriage with [redacted] but with his own personal restrictions and physical ailments, Asmodeus never gave [redacted] the chance to be around him save for meals or in passing. And he never made attempts to do anything with her. The furthest they've ever gotten throughout their 15 years together was a cuddle which ended abruptly due to Sin's own personal boundaries having been exceedingly crossed.

Asmodeus always fled from his residence; the mansion was much too dull for his taste. Too crowded. Too dark, too miserable, too dreary. The standard in not being touched still followed and applied to everyone he crossed paths with but whenever he wasn't home, he sought Beelzebub or Belphegor's company. Asmodeus wasn't the most "loyal" husband, flirting (a second nature despite himself), sleeping at Bel's or Bee's homes (talking about their respective marriages), barely dabbling in touch in later years.

Asmodeus faced several chapters of burnout throughout his marriage. He was running on fumes the whole time, letting his guard down only around certain Sins as he noticed change in them throughout the years. Asmodeus had the tendency to snap at individuals. With sensory overload and chronic pain, he's actually been unkind to [redacted]. He'd been tempted many times to behave as if he weren't with a spouse. He'd been especially sharp-tongued with his in-laws who would only come to ask about a heir, taking "lessons" which were tradition in the Goetia family. Never how the marriage was faring. Ignoring the red flags in which he wasn't comfortable around [redacted], around Ars Goetia and their little society. Embodiment of Lust was, in time, gradually being snuffed out.

Asmodeus is a sharp-tongued individual who'd thankfully improved that blade in time but with a sharp-tongue, he had the tendency to blow up. Abusing alcohol, abusing power, abusing their marriage by trying to see how far he could get with antics without crossing matrimonial bounds. Where was the line for him to mess around with others who weren't his wife? Despite wishing to dabble in unfaithfulness, Asmodeus only fantasied about it aside from fleeting touches and playful flirtations.

With that said, Asmodeus was/is indeed, a jealous "lover". For [redacted], it looked amazing being married to a Deadly Sin with a form like his (vivid in color, lively at parties (the alcoholism), fun to talk to) but if she meddled in harmless flirtation the way he did, it was the one thing that got Asmodeus to respond to her. Sometimes, she used that to her advantage as they both knew their marriage barely bore any value as they didn't establish a heir. And sometimes, Asmodeus would get brave when they'd use jealousy as leverage on each other. But whenever they'd get brave, they'd realize the lack in consent and drop it. Then it was back to bland, suffocating Goetia life. The cycle repeated and every time it did, gradually, things became more toxic.

As resentment with Lucifer festered, it also bled into their marriage. Asmodeus' jealousy and resentment, [redacted]'s desire to fulfill her role as Queen of Lust and confusion with their marriage. They'd never cross any s*xual assaults despite growing resentful with each other. Temptation was definitely there (wishing to prove a point in where they stand in each other's lives) but they'd always stop it abruptly.

Instead, with Asmodeus having been a TNT lit from both ends throughout their marriage, all it took was one final visit with in-laws and their partners for him to blow up. He was through with performing in a stiff marriage with stiff, suffocating individuals who all wore masks (a Deadly Sin could see the desires of many, faux masks be damned). All of them having the nerve to tut Asmodeus for doing the same as them.

He still has bad blood with some individuals in Ars Goetia as some attacks were more personal than others but a divorce was in order straight away. No more suffocating, no more shitty monarchies in his ring. Asmodeus learned a couple of things about himself in this bottlenecked arrangement and he found a new power in himself, determined to put it to use. And it started with severing his ties with [redacted].

Despite being divorced from [redacted], Goetia's still hold a high respect for Asmodeus. Asmodeus theorizes it's given the fact he fits their standard in beauty (male birds brandishing vivid colors, bird society over here) but in reality, Deadly Sins are still ranked above Ars Goetia. Rumors of Asmodeus establishing a contract with Ars Goetia also serving as a placeholder, part of what keeps his good graces with Goetia. Still a King, twice now with his own ring and in place of Ars Goetia.

[darby-rowe]

18+ | nsfw | mdni cw fem!reader, daughter of aphrodite, MAJOR AGE GAP (R IS OF LEGAL AGE), dubcon (r is half-awake), coercion, p in v, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, implied size kink, usage of the phrase "little girl", not proofread

something lures you to wake up in the middle of the night. and in the few seconds it takes you to accustom yourself back to reality, you know who’s calling. you’re already praying to him to not make his presence known to his sons and daughters — clarisse is already suspicious enough as it is, and you don’t need her calculating, judging eyes on you for the next week.

it’s risky and stupid — sneaking out of the aphrodite cabin in the middle of the night, but you do it anyway. you do it for him and his persuasive, dominant aura that never failed to bring you to your knees. as your fuzzy slippers meet the cold, forest floor, you’re careful with every step you take as to not draw attention to any suspecting creatures. it's dark, a little ominous, but you feel his presence draw nearer.

and then you see him — standing ever so tall, towering over you, making you feel small and insignificant. you walk towards him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and moaning about how tired you were. a tinge of annoyance spreads through you as you hear him chuckle mockingly at you.

"c'mon, sweetheart," ares taunts, already pushing up against the nearest tree. you feel his large cock, hard and confined within his jeans, pressing up against your clothed ass. "wake up a lil' — it's not fun if you're falling asleep on me,"

you moan again, both from him grinding against your ass and from being woken up too early. "i'll try," you say, voice small and adorable. you gasp slightly as you feel ares rip down your pajama shorts and panties down to your ankles.

slowly, teasingly, ares rubs the tip of his cock through your folds and you're immediately soaked, earning another chuckle from the god of war. "good little girl. already so wet for my cock, yeah?"

you gasp, feeling him enter your tight cunt, stretching you open over his large dick and you throw your head back. ares takes this opportunity and places his hand on your throat as leverage as he ever so slowly begins to thrust in and out of you. soon enough he's pounding his pelvis against your ass, making you emit choked whines with each thrust of his cock.

you hear him growl under his breath. "perfect little pussy. so fuckin' tight for me. you love getting used like this, don't you? and no one ever has to know, right?"

he asked you a question, but you're already drunk on his cock that you don't respond. this earns you a slap on the ass that makes you yelp and little bit too loud for your liking. and ares's powerful frame has your smaller body in his hands. he could break you and turn you into dust if he really wanted to.

"answer me, little girl," ares growled derisively in your ear, not letting up on his thrusts whatsoever. "no one knows that you get fucked by a god nearly every night, don't they?"

you whimper pathetically, shaking your head. "n-no sir," you stutter. "no one knows. not even mr. d, nor chiron—"

"not even your mother knows," ares added. "she doesn't know that i fuck her daughter like some worthless slut, using you like leftovers when your mother doesn't give me exactly what i want. ooh, yeah, but you like that. you like being a slut to the god of war, don't you? say it," ares's big hand grips your jaw, preventing your head from moving. "say you like being a little slut,"

you were already so close to cumming. you could feel your lower abdomen begin to coil to the point of release and your legs begin to shake underneath you. with whiny moans still pouring out of your mouth, you speak, "yes, 'm your slut, sir. just a fucking cockslut, all for you. i love it. i love it so much...!"

as those final words slip your mouth, you reduce to nothing but nonsensical babbling and whimpering as your orgasm rocks your entire being. you don't even notice ares cumming inside you until you begin to feel his seed dripping out of your used cunt.

ares slips out of you and stuffs his cock back into his jeans. and it's incredible how quickly he catches his breath because, in no time, he's no longer panting. you pull up your panties and shorts, and with a ruffle of your hair, ares says his final words before leaving you alone once again until next time.

"go back to your cabin," he commands. "if anyone catches you this time, you tell them you were sleepwalking; dreaming of..." he trills his lips before shrugging. "i don't fuckin' know, going to sephora to get a new liquid blush or something. but don't tell anyone i was here, or we're done, understand?"

you flash him a smile — one so innocent it could have made him hard again. "i understand, sir,"

[satirn]

those random nightcored tiktok audios of songs from the 2010s party scene have captured my youtube automixes

[shwarmii]

You know the books and like Clarisse and I haven't read the books yet, so maybe you can explain something for me? They say the gods don't always claim their kids especially if they don't have 'glory' yet, and they say (and I see on tumblr) that Ares doesn't like his girls, and he's overly mean and almost abusive to Clarisse, but she's HIS.

Does it ever say when/why he claimed her? Was it a possession thing even though he doesn't at first like her or approve of her? Did she do something special and he went yup that's my kid I guess?

this ask is referencing this post

oooooh, okay, uh... important things to note: (1) i have chronic memory loss, (2) i havent read these books in years, so let's see how i do from what i remember lmao

regardless, thank you for asking me a question! very sweet that you thought id have the answer

the answer will be a bit of a spoiler in terms of world-building, so lemme just

⚠️ pjo world-building + mild plot spoilers below ⚠️

so, the last book in the first series ("Percy Jackson and the Olympians") reveals most of the unclaimed kids are actually the demigod children of minor gods

these minor gods were implied to have been fearful of what might happen to their kids if their kids were claimed. because then, their kid would need their own cabin, and a minor god getting a set-up right next to the big 12 could cause anyone in said big 12 to percieve that act as a slight, and might take out that fury on either the said minor god in question OR their newly claimed kid. not even Hestia had a cabin for her kids, and she used to be in the main 12 until she stepped down for Dionysus to be amongst the big 12 instead (when the minor gods are allowed cabins, she gets cabin 21). Percy Jackson is the one who makes the demand that every god claims their kid within a time-frame of arriving at Camp Halfblood, which then gives the minor gods a pass to claim their kid without being worried they or their child will be punished for doing so

Riordan makes this a very small reveal, considering how important it is. but Percy isn't friends with any unclaimed kids really, all the people Percy meets who are new to Camp get claimed within the book they are introduced in. so there's no one to really be our emotional throughline for that reveal, nobody for fans to theorize who such-and-such's godly parent might be. it takes up only a few paragraphs, unfortunately, not much; definitely not a full chapter. i dont remember if there were any stragglers from the big 12's kids who had been unclaimed up to that point? i dont think there were many, if any. it sets up and disillusions in one go that the whole "you get claimed if you are worthy" as having been an assumption the kids made to find "logic" (in a self-deprecation way, similar to how divorced kids or kids of a single parent may "logic" their parental situatuon as their own fault) to their unclaiming

however, the toxic notion of "achieve glory = godly parental attention" is still prevelant in the claimed kids too. it is why Clarisse targets Percy; he comes into camp having already fought a minotaur and won? him doing that sets off her insecurities about not being worthy and makes her jealous, which is why she goes after him so often before Percy's first quest. there's very few chances for kids at camp Halfblood to prove themselves, unless they leave; and they only can leave by either sneaking out (and dying, or at least risking death) or going on a quest (which also risks their deaths). so any chance to prove themselves for glory, in friendly or unfriendly ways, is highly covetted

i mention this because Clarisse HAS proven herself to her dad in some way. her electric spear is from Ares. now, because we dont get a lot of gossip about WHY Ares gave her a gift (esp since he isnt the gift-giving sort. he values violence/battle prowress, strategy, and victory (regardless of if that is an "honorable victory" or not)). she likely proved herself in an above-average way from her cabin-mates but not in a legendary way. if it had been legendary, we wouldve heard about how she got her spear when people were warning Percy about Clarisse. and we know Clarisse didn't earn her spear as a reward for a quest (or as "good luck" gift before a quest), because Clarisse's first quest comes in a later book. but yeah, makes it all the harsher in this world where it is so hard to get godly parental attention that Percy broke the one token of it that Clarisse had (and, no, Ares never replaced it. tho Clarisse does get a new spear called "Maimer"; but all the kids, including her cabin-mates, call it "Lamer" behind her back unfortunately), and Percy breaking her spear definitely adds to her hatred of him. so Clarisse HAS proven herself to her dad once. and it is unlikely that she did something so great that he claimed her and gave her a spear in one go. so the two (her being claimed and her getting the spear) are likely unrelated events

now, did she prove herself in order to get claimed? perhaps. the big 12 gods tend to claim their kids as a reward within their first year or less of being there (fucked up that Poseidon chose "good job humilating that Ares girl who misdirected her anger to be at you" for Percy's, but okay). it isnt until Percy Jackson wins the war that he demandingky bargins for all gods to claim their kids. but yeah, out of the big 12 (minus the Big Three, minus Artemis, and minus Hera = 7 gods), they all are decently prompt when it comes to their own kids. they are implied ot have been, at least. again, very few stragglers, if any, that were not the demigods of minor gods within the books

Dionysus especially was prompt (bc he is AT the camp). which, i know this is a tangent, but i gotta talk about Dionysus as a godly parent because the books barely do. but part of his punishment regarding being exiled to Camp Halfblood isnt just about his punishment being no throwing parties and no Olympus. his punishment is his own kids, and not in the way that initially sounds. Camp Halfblood kids dont live long. theyre considered lucky to make it to college-age, and absurdly lucky to get to their 30s. Percy himself never imagines himself getting older. this fucked up lifespan is resolved in many ways thanks to the "Heroes of Olympus" series. but, before then? Dionysus' exile is about being forced to be a present figure in his kids' life and watch them all die tragically young, being forced to help bury them. he's actually very traumatized from it all. he even begs Percy at one point to keep an eye out for any Dionysus kids during the war's final battle; and he even runs up to some of his kids who survived (i think? it was his twin girls?) and hugs them, crying. we dont get to know any of Dionysus' kids through virtue of none of them being friends of Percy, so we don't get to really know how Dionysus is like as a parent, especially as a godly one that is very present in his kids' lives. we get glimpses of him in the background, and for a guy who misdirects all his bitter anger about his exile onto the campers who are not his kid... he sounds lovely to his own kids? idk, thats at least from what i remember. shitty and bitter to other kids at camp, very loving in a quiet and traumatized way to his own. its not an excuse but it does make sense. (its also why he hates Percy; his presence means dangerous things will happen as long as he is alive, which therefore puts his own kids in danger. ...maybe thats why Percy isnt friends with any of Dionysus' kids, maybe he forbade them from getting close to Percy? idk)

but yeah, the big 12 are all p good about claiming their kids in the book, in retrospect once its revealed that the unclaimed children are largely the minor gods' kids. the timeline Percy forces them into does demand they somewhat untangle the "claimed as a reward" aspect too which is nice, they now just have to claim their kids p much as they are (unless their kid doesnt something great FAST), and not during a moment where it is good for the godly parent's image to be associated with this "moment of glory"

that being said, that doesn't mean Ares is a good dad in the books. the one moment we do see Ares and Clarisse together is in a later book, and she is uncomfortable in his presence and one time even flinches around him. i dont think Ares physically abuses his kids, mostly because i dont think he is present enough in any of his kids' lives to find a fucked up "reason" to hit them (i would not be surprised if the flinch and whatnot was from a sparring match gone too rough the last time they met tho). i think it is more so a flinch because Mrs. La Rue likely has gone after similar men to Ares, therefore making visual markers of Ares (eg. a leather jacket, motorcycle, etc) triggers to Clarisse's mind to be on guard as these other men have been unpredictable and/or abusive; and Ares hasnt been around Clarisse enough for her to trust him not to be the same nor does she trust him enough to be comfortable in general around him (as it's an Event when her dad shows up, not just some Tuesday). and that's in the books. thats not accounting for the tv show deciding "Clarisse will never be good enough to Ares because she is not one of his sons" (which i think makes sense in a representation point of view; but i also think it makes less sense sense about Ares specifically. because Athena is also a god of war, and theres even evidence that Aphrodite is/was a god of war when she was initially worshipped, so Ares is aware of women being equal and capable; Ares was also the patron of Sparta, which was the city-state with the most rights for women, one of which was that it was only one that allowed women to protect themselves against their husbands. and you could also argue, due to some of his actions in his legends, that Ares protected mistreated women. however, "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" states that Olympus' move to New York meant that the gods changed to better reflect their enviroment, and Ares is the most likely best-fit to represent the Western/American brand of toxic masculinity. so. his depiction in the books works well enough for a man still in an affair with Aphrodite who upholds glory in battle as the pinnacle of human greatness, and his built-up depiction in the show to be more abusive and sexist does and doesnt make sense. i care more about representation and a good story than i do have Ares be academically perfect to how we understand his lore to have made him out to be, personally). but yeah, in both versions, he's been set up as a shitty dad. he's inattentive and lacking self-awareness at best (and, again, is still actively having an on/off affair with Aphrodite, which no doubt complicates his kids' feelings for him the same way any irl dad cheating and/or paying more attention to his girlfriend than to his kids would) in the books. which does then feed into Clarisse's relationship with him. Ares, like many of the gods, sees their kids as extentions or representations of themselves. so its good when things are good and you make them proud, but then anything you do badly then "reflects badly on them too" which can be really damaging to a kid

the only gods we see as exempt from this mindset of extension/representation (other than obviously Hera and Artemis, as neither have any biological demigod children. Artemis does have her mistresses of the hunt tho) is arguably Dionysus as aforementioned, kind of Poseidon as he keeps trying to connect with Percy (also maybe Hades for the same? we don't see him a lot, so it is hard to tell), as well as Apollo kind of? Apollo had his initial personality kind of backtracked and retroactively better-dad-ified, as he got his own POV book series ("The Trials of Apollo"), which includes a very heartfelt scene for when he got reunited with his son, Will Solace. so the gods arent terrible parents with all the same ideaologies, but they are absent more than they are present (with the exception of Dionysus, whose punishment is to be present and get attached 💔 not an encouraging move, guys)

which brings up another important point: that we dont really get other points of view in the first series, Percy is all we get. and though Clarisse is his ally (i love that Riordan did not have her betray the camp for the war in the first series. she just doesnt fucking like Percy lol), she is his most argumentative ally. in order for the reader to know Clarisse's backstory and know if she had to earn her claiming or not (which again: i dont think she had to. she may have been manipulated to think she did tho via the whole "i will claim you as a reward/i will claim you when it makes me look good and i can have some of your spotlight" bit), as well as learn how she earned her electric spear from Ares that Percy broke, Clarisse or someone close to her would have to sit down and tell Percy about it. and Clarisse wouldnt do that because she is not close with Percy; and nobody close to Clarisse would do that because they know Clarisse would feel betrayed if they talked about her private stuff to anybody, Percy or otherwise. all we really know about Clarisse La Rue's backstory is she was born in Phoenix, Arizona; and the satyr who led her to Camp Halfblood was Gleeson Hedge. that's it.

and i have a lot of complaints about how Rick Riordan writes (mostly how he writes women and people of color, especially women of color. but other parts of his writing does suck too). and part of the novel aspects of the new show is it allows "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" have a new re-write with a team of writers (which does still include Riordan), so there are likely things that will be changing. hopefully, unclaimed children will have a spotlight (i would love to have a show-exclusive character be unclaimed, but thats unlikely to happen). again, i havent seen the show yet, but it is possible that they will not follow the books in the aforementioned claiming details and will instead go "no, all claimings happen in a moment of glory", rather than "it was going to happen if you were a kid of the main 12 regardless, and we are just waiting to do it when it most looks good for us to announce you are ours". maybe they will explain the circumstances around Clarisse's claiming and spear, i dunno. the first series of books are all written in First Person POV and limited to just Percy's, and the nature of television is to be more Third-Person Omniscient, so there is a good chance we will learn things outside of what Percy knows this time around

but yeah! that's the climate around claiming and parenthood at Camp Halfblood, which even impacts claimed kids post-claiming; and everything we know about Clarisse past and her relationship with Ares before Percy Jackson arrives (at least in the books, lol) if you read this far, i do apologize that this is very long and that i kind of meander into some tangents. i have a habit of overexplaining. however, i hope that makes sense!✌️

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