#【 hades ❖ thread 】

[chthonic-kids]

lovely little character design detail for moros - the spindle, the measuring rod, and the shears of the three fates

[dogboygirl]

if you want HADES to be a story where the protagonist permakills their dad and runs away from home and stays angry forever? that's hades and chronos. that's the literal exact cycle of abuse and misery that zagreus is subverting by choosing to love his family in spite of hades' poor treatment of him, despite all the factors that exist that would make it so easy to just, not. if you want zagreus to stay angry forever and hate his family for wronging him and abandoning them permanently, you just want zagreus to be hades. and the whole entire point of the story is that zagreus isn't hades. he's better than him.

the tagline of the game is "there is no escape", but the turnout of that is not "so all your efforts are futile." it's "there's no escape, so learn to live anyway. you have no choice."

[street-of-mercy]

Fallout Mythology AU - Hades & Persephone

he thought he knew her, little goddess of sunlight and flowers but she bit into the fruit and spilled the red stepped into his kingdom without fear and the god of the underworld had finally found his queen

[zielshindo]

it's almost 3 am here and i feel awful so here is some of my nico art,

[mythrilthread]

Up until now my projects were a pretty even mix of me being back on my bullshit and gifts for friends, and now this is something different.

This started with me walking by a wrapping station in a mall and going “I can make something cool with this paper”.

So, this is a collection of six short stories about Hades and Persephone (plus a secret seventh thing which is a poem I used as an epigraph). This is also my first print run of 8 copies (I have a surprising number of dear friends who are into this mythological OTP).

Featured works:

Hades and Persephone, a poem by @agest translated into English by erebusodora she would swallow the world by @spacediino I'm here and I'm ready and I've saved you the passanger seat by lanyon We Are the Next Time Around by @skypirateb Pomegranate Seeds by @centrumlumina Persephone on the Counter-World by weakinteraction When the Seasons Change by ghost_maiden_of_delphi

Notes on construction:

🩸Cotton and wrapping decorative paper on the cover, satin ribbon used as accent strip, title linoprinted on the spine; 🩸 Black endpapers with red flyleaves (seriously, those book look like they’ve got sexy lingerie on); 🩸Six pomegranate seeds printed on translucent vellum over the title page; 🩸Body text set in Alegreya; 🩸Edges painted red (my first time doing this, it was fun!); 🩸I used pieces of coral as charms for the ribbon bookmarks.

Very happy with how these turned out!

[captainpissofff]

Eavesdropping in Hades is my favorite job.

[roguerambles]

HOW IS THAT THE ENDING?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

WTF I NEED SEASON 3 TOMORROW I CAN'T WAIT ANOTHER THREE YEARS--

[casareds]

anabel huffs as she sets a box down on the floor as she makes her way into the room , moving a loose strand of hair away from her face before glancing over at hades . " do you want me to put this anywhere in particular ? " she questions , licking over her lower lip as she gently scoots the box out of the way of the direct line of the door . there's something exciting about moving in together finally .

⌗ closed starter.   ﹙ plotted ! ﹚

[timelostobserver]

@brokendreamscreation - Every step the young seraphim took was one step closer to finding his long lost brother! Thats what Lucid reminded himself as he hopped a few more times through the frozen wasteland, the cold having long since numbed his bare feet.

With each hop he fluttered his six wings for lift, each breath huffing and puffing wisps of clouded air. Lucid was determined to find Azrael and he would not return to Heaven until he did! Not like they knew Lucid was in Hell to begin with or looking for the fallen angel.

No one was stupid enough to travel here.

The frozen wastes at the very edge of Hell itself were not hospitable by any means. The neigh eternal cold and storms fueled by the fractured, buried remains of the fallen Angel of Death's own halo. And only prepetuated by said Fallen's own feelings toward the world around him.

Buried, eternally in work that never saw an end. Work only he was capable of doing. Souls didn't just 'appear' in Heaven and Hell, after all. Someone had to sort them, someone had to put them against a criteria and judge them accordingly.

And it was a thankless job.

On a rare moment, he found himself with free time. It was rare due to the sheer influx of souls that often graced the towering, black stone citadel that made up the Halls of the Dead. Built upon the very crater he created upon his Fall.

His free-time was spent outside. His coat hung around his shoulders, his deep red hair listing in the wind as one hand cradled a covered cup. Coffee, one of the few things he consumed, not out of necessity but of habit. Habit born of what he tirelessly worked to do.

It helped ground him, along with the shattering cold of where he lived and worked.

He'd simply stare out at the frozen wasteland, his mind wandering to various stray thoughts here or there. Looking back on the souls he'd judged today. So few sent to Heaven, so few sent to the Gates before Saint Peter.

The rest were doomed from the start, Sinners.

Movement eventually would catch him off guard. A pause as he'd been about mid-sip of his scalding beverage. Frozen.. like the ground itself.

Nothing should be moving out there.

He'd lower his cup from his lips as he looked out, waited even for what ever it was to come into full view. And what did, confused him.

Six wings, angelic hues... That didn't seem right. For Lucid, the terrifying, jagged spires of a looming citadel would come into view, a massive courtyard woven with cold wrought-iron gates that saw little use. Frozen over and piled over with snow.

And at the steps from the courtyard, under a small covering to a massive set of reinforced doors, sat a hulking figure, with deep red hair..

Looking right at him.

[pizzazz-party]

i haven’t touched my copy of hades 2 in over a week because Reasons but damn if that game isn’t always on my mind

[draconhealer]

who: @hadesandpyce

where: emperor's masquerade ball.

Com seus dedos finos deslizando por debaixo da máscara que adornava seu rosto, Maelisara tentava, com empenho, aliviar o desconforto que o acessório causava sobre sua pele, massageando delicadamente as áreas mais castigadas pelo atrito. Vestindo todas as peças de vestuário que considerava incômodas de uma só vez, não pôde deixar de se perguntar se todo aquele sacrifício valia a pena apenas por uma frágil oportunidade de socialização e um buffet repleto de iguarias. Com os pés cansados, ela rumava lentamente para um canto do salão, onde pretendia se refugiar da confusão e do alvoroço causado pela multidão de convidados. No entanto, ao chegar, foi surpreendida ao encontrar o espaço já ocupado por um homem corpulento, que parecia tão deslocado naquele baile quanto ela. Mesmo suspeitando que ele buscava a tranquilidade da solidão, decidiu se arriscar e iniciar uma conversa, sem se preocupar com a quase certa possibilidade de ser rejeitada. Nunca tivera dificuldade de respeitar os limites de outras pessoas, e naquela noite não seria diferente. ── Não se preocupe, não venho até aqui com um convite para dançarmos. ── Embora não fosse algo em que tivesse grande prática, o comentário espirituoso ganhou forma, acompanhado por um sorriso que brotava discretamente sob a máscara, fazendo seus olhos se estreitarem suavemente com o gesto. ── Mas, convenhamos, parece que sobra pouco o que fazer para quem não é bom de valsa e já se deu por satisfeito com o banquete, não acha? ── Posicionando-se ao lado dele, a uma distância respeitosa, se encostou de leve na parede e passou a observar os convidados que transitavam pelo salão. ── Por outro lado, me divirto aqui no canto, apenas observando. Sempre há algo interessante para notar. O único risco é acabar sendo conhecida como a esquisita que fica pelos cantos rindo sozinha. ── Acrescentou sem veracidade no temor, uma vez que reconhecesse sua irrelevância dentro daquele cenário de festa.

[writermuses]

closed starter for @midnightsaboteur

Hadrian hadn't been what Thea Sofia would have expected in this arranged marriage at all. Her father had bound her to not only the McKenzie Motorcycle Club in the States but the De Vrise Cartel in Mexico in some sort of triple alliance or truce. There was a very long time when she thought she was the heir to the Cross Syndicate, but when her half brother Quintrell came into the picture she became a pawn. Low expectations had included swearing to hate the troll of a husband, but the moment they locked eyes on each other there had been a quiet promise that they were in this together. Much to her father's chagrin, she'd send the Cross cronies away immediately and had not put off the wedding. In fact, Thea had been enjoying learning more about Hades whenever they had the chance to talk— though they'd been enjoying married life a little too much for talking.

On the flight to Vegas they'd agreed that their relationship would be open and honest. Then on the flight back to his place in New York City they agreed that they would have a party with all of his friends and family, making no further plans as they joined the Mile High Club. The 'reception' doubled as her 'welcome' party and she was glad it wasn't as much of a party as it was people coming and going, great food, music playing in the back yard while she enjoyed the people Hades considered the best company. Most of the people Thea had met wore the MC's cut or had a thick accent that let her know they were probably tied to the cartel. Almost everyone that didn't fit into those two categories were women on the arm of various guests. She'd wiggled off of Hades' lap only to get hauled back for a kiss, when he asked for another beer if she was getting a drink.

At 4'9, Thea could slip through the thinning crowd with ease and she used her last ounce of energy to hop onto the granite countertop, her head falling back as she took a long breath. It had nothing to do with being socially overwhelmed, rather her body ached and Hades hands had been wandering over the bruises he'd left under her dress, winding her up. Her thighs clenched and she counted the time difference, trying to figure out how much longer people would be around before she could get some of the attention she so desperately wanted. When she opened her eyes she found a man watching her, no cut. Thea's head tilted to the side, her lips tilting into a playful smile. "We haven't met yet. Is this a saving the best for last sort of thing?" Her legs swung back and forth, the sundress licking the tops of her thighs as she grinned. "I'd get down and say hello, but I like it up here."

[cosmorot]

he did not mean to intrude, or stay longer than necessary. she was the one person he felt drawn to in centuries and most of all, he was simply curious of her. it also seemed to help that they had a common place: pottery. " what's your favorite technique? " / @solisocasum.

[nectaric]

unni's got me thinking abt zeus and hades now and I'm literally on my knees begging for. Soft threads between these two brothers who LOVE EACH OTHER and are close as work allows, it's all I've ever needed, all I've ever wanted--

[hauntingblue]

Lost all the shit in my computer somebody sedate me

[skyfcx]

howdy, just thinking out loud for a post.

so for tails's blast cannon, i have it that he has an adaptability chip that allows him to get mega man copy abilities from the people he actually fights on-blog. but since fights are kind of rare but i just love the idea of tails getting stronger due to the people he meets during the lifetime of the blog, i was thinking that i'd have him update it to collect data from the people he's met even in a non-combative situation.

thinking of it like a video game passive. if tails has had a considerable number of interactions with your muse, or even just one impactful one (basically enough of an interaction to consider the two characters in some sort of relation, whether positive or negative), then he'd get a passive activatable boost from your character.

let's use mari ( @rathalascendant ) for example since that thread with her fucks and this is what brought the idea on in the first place. tails isn't fighting mari, but i still want his bond with her to be displayed in some fashion. so instead of him getting an ammo type for his arm cannon, he'd get a passive of some form.

something like [PASSIVE ACTIVE: HEROINE'S ENDURANCE] and it buffs his defense for a short bit of time by channeling mari's fighting force of a spirit.

he can still get weapon upgrades from people he fights, but i wanna find a way to raise up the interactions he has with characters he'd realistically never wanna fight. and i think this is a neat way to do it! smaller passives that he can activate whenever he needs to.