#( son of tyche. )

[deathscn]

☠️ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ for the son of tyche ≻ location ; the sauna ╱ @misterluck

               there was not much interaction between the son of tyche and the son of hades, but when he got the chance to, he took the opportunity. the previous son of tyche was nice guy, he assumed that perhaps robbie would be the same. as he walked into the sauna, he looked at the other. " i'm glad we're finally linking up after all this time. this summer really has been a busy one. i'm so happy it's almost fall though. a different vibe. " winter walked in and he sat comfortably, taking in the heat. " i also love the spooky season. "

[p-rtyboy]

Flag id: The Child of Tyche flag. It is a rectangular flag with 5 even horizontal stripes, colored from top to bottom; green off-white, very pastel green, grass green, leaf green, and very dark green. /End id

Child of Tyche

Pt: Child of Tyche /end pt

A flag for anyone who is a son / daughter / child of Tyche. Intended for alterhumans / introjects / in the context of demigods, but can be used for any reason

Coined on August 29th, 2024

Colors based on luck

Tagging @radiomogai and @kin-flags

Banner id: @/prettypinknarc in lavender text, with clipart of a rosy maple moth on the left and a black outline /end id

[seaspraycd]

ronan  had  a  horrible  two  weeks  as  he  jumped  between  cabins,  the  lake,  and  simply  not  sleeping  as  he  waited  for  his  sanctuary  to  be  rebuilt.  the  demigod  did  his  best  to  keep  a  positive  composure  but,  he  was  still  half-mortal  and  it  brought  him  so  much  strife. that  was  until  he  spotted  a  random  person  at  the  lunch  hall,  ronan  deciding  to  grab  himself  an  acai  bowl  and  sitting  next  to  him  with  an  awkward  smile.  "  it's  nice  to  see  new  people  at  camp,  sorry  that  you  came  at  the  most  horrendous  time.  "

@lucklex

[riverpancakes]

Sebastian Gunner: Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder.

Sebastian: *glares at Pierce*

Pierce Clayton: Well, sorry I have morals!

[chaosverse-mainblog]

Kudo and Chiara story sneak peek (I have been working on another story but I am keeping that one secret much like another story I’m chipping away at)

Kudo was anxious. Sure, he probably had no reason to be, but this was a momentous occasion. NIco, a son of Hades, was making him and the other ghosts visible so that Izuku, son of Khione, could introduce them to the other demigods.

This meant he would be introduced to his half-sister, Chiara Benvenuti. He could only assume how this meeting would go, and from the look on Yoichi’s face, so did he. Of course, Yoichi, as one of NIke’s mortal lovers, would be in tune to the mythical world.

Though it did raise a question of how one Shigaraki twin managed to be clear sighted and not the other. 

[redwayfarers]

They're matching.

[too-deviant]

mdni 🃏 second in command!reader is back and is very pissed off…

you’ve grown accustomed to the plush mattress of the master suite on the princess andromeda — despite never sleeping on it.

you know the best combination of pillows to pile up under your back when luke props you up onto the headboard so you don’t feel that ache in your lower spine from the awkward angle.

you know not to sit too close to the edge of the bed — more towards the middle, so that when luke spreads your thighs so far apart you can feel the burn in the crease of your groin, your knee doesn’t knock against the edge of the nightstand and make you hiss into his mouth.

you know not to grip the fitted sheet between your knuckles because it always comes loose from the mattress whenever you do, so instead you squeeze luke’s hip, scratch on his back.

you also know that the bruises on his knuckles aren’t from inflicting pain on other people, but from slipping his hand in the space between the headboard and the wall to cushion the banging noise that comes from his persistent thrusts into you. you know the blood stains on his t-shirt aren’t from a nasty battle, but from that time you bit into his shoulder so hard you broke skin.

you know that if his right hand twitches at his side, you should ready your spear for a fight, but if his left hand stars twitching, you should start loosening the straps of your armour.

but while you’ve committed all these little ticks to memory, luke remains unpredictable. sure, you know how to decipher the looks he sends you, and what combination of movements will make him cum the hardest.

but when you meet with the newest gaggle of demigods that have deflected from camp half-blood, it becomes a whole new playing field.

because that used to be you — quiet, unsure, new. desperate to please the man who would be your leader. but none of these people could become the next you, because they didn’t know the things you did.

right?

surely not.

but then luke starts sending them on missions — the same ones you went on before you got promoted to better things. he starts waking up earlier so he can watch over their training modules. modules that you used to run, but now he is insistent on taking over.

you weren’t stupid. so which one was it? was it the perky daughter of aphrodite? the rugged but submissive son of ares? which one was luke keeping that special eye on? which one got extra special attention, better missions, time alone with luke in the state room?

you shouldn’t be as bothered as you are — but it’s not jealousy. no, it’s just…worry. you worked too hard to get where you are for some newbie to come along and ruin it for you after two weeks on the ship. they didn’t deserve what you had.

that much was made abundantly clear when luke put you in charge of an extraction mission in washington. what a fool he was, picking the newbies to join your team. they weren’t ready for something so taxing. it took almost a month before you were sent on your first extraction, what was so special about them?

it appeared tyche was on your side that day. you were too angry to think rationally and just went in swinging, not a care for strategy or form. and even though luke’s new bimbos provided zero help, you managed to wrangle yourselves out alive and successful.

you stormed your way back onto the andromeda without so much as a glance in their direction. straight to the state room, straight to where luke was waiting for a mission report.

“did kronos smack you upside the head?”

well, you weren’t giving him a report. you were done — he could do whatever he wanted with his new toys, you didn’t care. but don’t send them on missions they aren’t ready for just because they’re an easy lay. your words were sharp talons, just like he’d taught you — and he stood there and took it. face placid, hands in his pockets, calm and quiet until you were done.

and when you were, he laughed.

that asshole laughed at you. perfect teeth on display, sword swinging as he rocked on his feet in complete hilarity. you could tuck your tail between your legs and walk off, let him dump you.

or you could remind him of all the things you know — all the things his warm bodies would never learn, because they weren’t you.

you’d only seen such visceral shock on his expression once, and that was when percy jackson highjacked the boat. this time, however, it was because you had folded your arms, tilted your head, and told him to take off his pants.

and he did — ah ah, slowly. he unbuttoned his cargos and pushed them to his ankles, all the while holding a sick smirk and even sicker eye contact.

and just before he could remove his shirt on your command, he huffed, “just so you know. i wouldn’t take orders like these from anyone else but you.”

you never did see those demigods again.

[jgracie]

Percy Jackson and a daughter of Tyche for the 600 followers event!!

Wasn’t expecting you to tag me at all LOL but I’m grateful bc I somehow always miss the timing 😭

Congrats!!!

💬 THANK YOUUU and ofc id tag u i love u DUHH 😫 i acc loved writing this sm tho i love children of tyche they’re so underrated pls be my friends

SECRETLY ADMIRING — PERCY JACKSON + DAUGHTER OF TYCHE ˚⟡˖ ࣪ in which no matter how many bracelets and coins he has, you'll always be percy's favourite lucky charm

"babe, baby, wake up," you heard a voice - percy's voice - pull you out of the peaceful slumber you were in. turning around, you checked the time on the little clock you had sitting on your bedside table: 4:03AM

you turned back and finally noticed percy himself, who was currently staring very intently at you. rubbing your eyes and sitting up, you said, "what happened, perce? why're you waking me up so early? who even let you into my cabin?"

the boy played around with the trinkets you and your siblings had all over the place, all to protect your cabin and for good luck (although, as children of tyche, you already had more than your fair share of luck)

whilst he did so, he answered your questions, "nothing happened, the question 'what will happen?' would be more appropriate, since i'm gonna be doing that swimming competition with the idiot from cabin 17 i told you about. to answer your question about how i got into your cabin, let's just say you guys definitely need harder-to-open windows."

your brows furrowed as you recalled yesterday afternoon. some child of nike insisted that he was a better swimmer than percy, despite him being the son of poseidon, and so they agreed to meet at the beach and have a competition (judged by someone from nemesis' cabin) at 4:30 in the morning. still, you didn't see where you fit into the equation

"okay... i still don't understand why you're waking me up," you said as you stifled a yawn

"i'm waking you up because i need my good luck charm there, duh!" he replied, rolling his eyes as he grinned. rubbing your eyes, you looked at percy once more and finally noticed what he was wearing: his blue swimming trunks, flip flops, and bracelets made by you from elbow to wrist on both arms. those already had good luck infused into them, so why did he need you specifically?

making yourself cozy in bed, you said, "you don't need me there, not with all those bracelets you're wearing," as soon as the words came out of your mouth, your eyes focused on percy's trunk pockets - more specifically, the way they seemed to be weighed down by something, "what do you have in your pockets, perce?"

"the good luck coins and marbles i got from you as well!" at his words, you decided you should probably go back to sleep. unfortunately, he stopped you before you could, "that's not the point, though! you need to be there so they can be activated!"

"activated?"

"yep!"

you squinted at percy, trying to see if he had any ulterior motives, and smiled at the way he blushed, "you want me to be there so you can impress me with your swimming," you said, your smile widening as percy broke eye contact: he was caught red handed

suddenly, your body surged with newfound energy, "you could've just said so, i think you look really hot in the water," you teased as you made your way out of bed and quickly began getting ready

[ahllohehn]

could i ask which cabin do you think iskall and impulse would be in for your hermits and the olympians au?

I did Impulse in another ask :] so have Iskall and Tango instead

Why is Iskall son of Tyche? Because I swear, the few times I watched him, he was doing games mostly reliant on chance and luck. I thought it'd be funni to have him focus on that.

He was supposed to be in Hephaestus too, but you know how that went!

about au au tag discord

[aliciavance4228]

So... Did Hades Have Any Children At All?

It's very hard to tell wheter or not Hades indeed had any kids. The main reason for this is that Hades is believed to be impotent or at least infertile (though this is never specified in ancient sources) in about 90% of the myths. Which makes sense, considering the fact that he's the God of the Dead and rules over a realm where 99% of its residents are mortal souls.

But what about the other 10%? Well, he has less children than his brothers, that's for sure, and their number varies depending on the myths.

In some myths the Erinyes are considered to be his daughters, whom he conceived either with Nyx or Persephone. But both of these possibilities are labeled as weird by Greek Mythology Nerds because a) Nyx usually conceives her children either asexually or with Erebus, and b) it's very likeable that by the time when Persephone was kidnapped the Erinyes already existed. So people stick to the version where they are the daughters of Nyx and Erebus, and them being reffered to as the daughters of Hades is rather related to the way he treated them.

Another strange case is Plutus. Sometimes he's the son of Demeter and Iasion, sometimes the son of Tyche and Iasion, and sometimes he's the son of Demeter and Hades. Which would be cringe on many levels. Even weirder, Plutus is depicted both in the company of Demeter and Persephone, as well as in the company of Hades, and he's considered the younger brother of Melinoe and Zagreus even when they have completely different parents. My personal theory is that Plutus, being the God of Riches, was basically adopted by his uncle Hades (who's called The Rich One as Pluto) and he's currently treated like his son because they share some attributes. Also, Iasion was killed by Zeus, so he probably needed a new father figure (or someone who rules over the realm where the soul of his father lies now). Furthermore, Plutus is usually depicted either as a young boy or even as a child, so he's literally a babe.

And now, we will talk about the three divinities that are labeled as their children by the majority of this fandom: Macaria, Melinoe and Zagreus.

Macaria

Macaria is the one we know few to no things about. She is a daughter of Hades (who was basically mentioned only once in the Suda and that's how we know about her existence), and she's generally associated with a Blessed Death, being a softer counterpart of Thanatos. To make things a little bit complicated now, Heracles also named his daughter Macaria, so it's pretty hard to separate them both when you try to talk about any of them. Her mother is never mentioned, but technically it should be Persephone.

While specific descriptions of Macaria’s appearance are rare, she is often imagined as a serene and comforting presence, embodying the peace that comes with a blessed death. Unlike the fearsome depictions of other death-related deities, like Thanatos and Hecate, Macaria’s visage would likely be gentle, reflecting her role in easing the transition of the souls to the afterlife.

Since there are no recorded myths about Macaria, we can only guess about her personality based on the few mentions of her name and role. As the goddess of Blessed Death, Macaria would be compassionate and understanding. She represents the aspect of death that should not be feared. Instead it should be accepted as a natural and potentially beautiful part of the life cycle. Her demeanor would be calming, reassuring those on the verge of death.

Also, just as a little Fun Fact, some people ship her with Thanatos and consider them to be a natural pair, considering the fact that their attributes are making them complement each other. It's probably one of the most famous non-canon couples from Greek Mythology at this point.

Melinoe

Melinoe is the Goddess of Ghosts, and is also associated with Nightmares and Madness.

Now, about her parentage... *sighs*

The earliest versions of her story appear in Orphic Greek Mythology, which is completely different and complicated compared to your typical Vanilla Greek Mythology. So depending on the versions, her mother is Persephone, whereas her father is either Zeus or Hades (or both).

The most common version of her myth is that Zeus took the appearance of Hades and impregnated Persephone on the banks of the River Cocytus. Some people are arguing though, claiming that a) Hades was sometimes reffered to as Zeus of the Underworld due to the fact that people were too scared to say his name, and b) In Orphism Hades and Zeus are sometimes believed to be one and the same deity (I've told you that it’s complicated, guys!). What we know for sure though is that Persephone gave birth to her on the banks of the River Cocytus as well, while Hermes was acting like some sort of a bodyguard. One can hope that he got a raise after that...

There's also another version of her myth, though this one was transmitted orally rather than written. In this one Persephone remained pregnant with her after a midnight tryst with Hades on the Nysion Island (Ooo...).

Melinoe is described as being half dark and half pale (though this description might be metaphorical rather than literal, but at least Hel has a twin sister now), representing her dual nature, and is considered both a daughter of the Underworld and of Mount Olympus whoever her parents are.

It is believed that there's a strong connection between her and Hecate. Both preside over realms that are shrouded in mystery, and their domains often intersect in the world of spirits, night, and the unknown. Despite her eerie domain, Melinoe wasn’t inherently malevolent. She was a guardian of spirits, guiding them through the night. However, her association with nightmares and madness meant that she was often perceived with a mix of fear and reverence by the Ancient Greeks.

Melinoe’s primary role was to guide the spirits of the dead during the night. She would roam the earth, accompanied by a host of ghosts, ensuring they did not harm the living. It was believed that the reason why dogs bark at night is because they would see her and her ghosts and get scared. Additionally, she was the embodiment of nightmares, bringing forth visions and dreams that could both terrify and enlighten mortals. Her responsibilities also included maintaining the balance between the world of the living and the realm of the dead, ensuring that neither was disrupted by the other.

Zagreus

Ah, Zagreus... Where the hell should I begin?

Zagreus is firstly mentioned in Mycenaean Mythology, and it seems that he had a great importance thousands of years ago, but for some reason he lost it in time. In the earliest mention of Zagreus, he is paired with Gaia and called the highest god, though perhaps only in reference to the gods of the underworld. Aeschylus, however, links Zagreus with Hades, possibly as Hades' son, or as Hades himself.

In the most famous version of his myth, which appears in the Orphic Hymns, Zeus raped Persephone in the form of a snake/dragon when she was FUCKING FOURTEEN and hidden in a cave, due to the fact that her mother decided to keep her there so that no god would take advantage of her (Spoiler Alert: it didn't work.). Later, when Zagreus was born, Hera found out about him and threw him into Tartarus, where he was dismembered by the Titans. Athena, however, managed to find his heart and gave it to Zeus. Zeus then asked Semele to eat that heart, which she did and soon after that she got pregnant with Dionysus. This is why Zagreus is sometimes called The Orphic Dionysus, why he is associated with rebirth and reincarnation, and why in some versions of the birth of Dionysus it is Persephone the one who raised him.

There are also people who claim that Zagreus is in fact the son of Hades and Persephone that later got merged/syncretized with the Orphic Dionysus, who is the son of Zeus and Persephone.

And last but not least, in the later versions of his myth he is simply the son of Hades and Persephone, and the God of Orphic Mysteries. In this version he is generally depicted as a skilled hunter who hunts during nighttime and sometimes even eats his prey raw. Also, he and Dionysus share a lot of attributes in common, because yes.

Now, it should be ALSO pointed out the fact that in the Orphic Greek Mythology Hades, Zeus and Dionysus are sometimes believed to be one and the same deity. A small hint that many people use as an argument in order to prove the connection between these three gods, more specifically between Hades and Dionysus, is that during the time when Demeter was searching for Persephone she refused to drink wine even when it was offered to her. But that's an idea and a concept that would take me hours to unpack and explain, and I'm already tired.

*Fanarts by Arbetta*

[catcacophony]

damien white, son of nemesis, goddess of revenge and justice (therefore fairness) and chiara benvenuti, daughter of tyche, goddess of luck and fortune (often portrayed as blindfolded to represent luck's impartiality) and they HATE each other

[riverpancakes]

Scarlett Locke: I don't think your father approves of me.

Pierce Clayton: Don't worry about it. He doesn't approve of me either.

[vipvesper]

all is fair in love and war

pairing: octavian x child of bacchus!reader

warnings: octavian 😞, pining, minor cursing, spoilers for son of neptune!!

word count: 1.3k+

“i wish reyna would let me strangle you.”

Octavian? You hate him for the most part. You hate the storm swirling above the Temple of Jupiter that crackles with electricity as another teddy bear augury is completed. You hate the way his piercing blue eyes mock you from behind Reyna as you sit at a Centurion’s meeting. You hate his insane laughter that echoed in your ears 6 years ago when he mutilated your stuffed animal. You roll your eyes. Dakota’s red-ringed lips lazily speak orders to the Fifth Cohort, but nobody’s listening. We’re gonna soften the defenses. Again. Great. As if the looks on our faces afer stepping away from the Officer’s conference wasn’t bad enough, Dakota’s speech isn’t helping. He squeezes a packet of Kool-Aid.

“Listen, guys. This is gonna be a good one, I can feel it!” You take charge, opting to do the talking. “Hazel and Frank, I know you guys are still on the new side, but I think you can do this. First row, create a shield wall with Dakota as you advance to soften the blow. Second row from Cecil over, hide behind the shields to fight off any advancing defenses. The other twelve, try to sneak around the flanks and find a way in.” A smile pulls at your lips, moving your brother aside. “Let’s move out, troops! Victory for the Fifth!”

The child army echoes your cheer as your ranks break. A looming wall stands in front of you, cohorts three and four standing guard behind. How do we see past the wall? When it’s so tall? “I suppose we’re acting as bait again,” you murmur to Dakota.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“Hannibal’s all ready?” You inquire, wanting to make sure your cohort gets the win they deserve. He nods, grabbing another juice out of his pocket.

The war games start, Reyna hovering overhead with Scipio. A circle of eagles fly in tandem with her, awaiting injury. You tag along with the twelve soldiers, attempting to find a crack in the wall, an unguarded plate. A tug pulls in your stomach, long green vines pushing out of the ground of the Field of Mars. Branches split off to grab your cohort, gently placing my teammates over the wall. It’s a struggle to keep Hazel and Frank quiet as they’re plopped right into enemy territory. The sounds of swords clashing rings out before you can even climb up yourself.

As you drop down, armor clinking together, the vines recede to leave a small scar in the earth. Wide blue eyes immediately stare back at you, coupled with the golden glint of a spatha. Great. Octavian’s here. Can’t give him a chance to think, you remind yourself. Your gladius makes a nice noise as you remove it from its sheath, pressing the flat against his smaller weapon. Before long, he’s disarmed. Unfortunately for you, he immediately starts to squawk, alerting any soldiers who might’ve still been preoccupied by their Mythomagic tournament.

“Backup! I need backup!” The lanky blonde yells, fumbling for his secondary weapon. A stray arrow whizzes past your ear as you lunge, grabbing him by his shoulder.

“Fifth cohort, for the colors!” Jonathan and Frank rush for their emblem, narrowly dodging flying furniture. Hazel’s backed into a corner by a First cohort member, her golden eyes filled with determination.

But, Tyche really isn’t on your side, is she?

A last minute elephant mishap knocks your troops away from the battlefield, wiping the scoreboard clean. Eagles swoop down to snatch up a good portion of the teenage militia.

You sit on a stone wall overlooking the city of New Rome, holding an icepack to your cheek. Guess Octavian had gotten you after all. A sigh rolls past your lips. The win was so close, it was right there. Bandages wrap around any minor cuts you may have acquired during the game. The all-too familiar crinkle of a Kool-Aid pouch makes you assume that Dakota had finally found you.

A rather soft object hits the back of your head.

It’s a freaking Kool-Aid packet. Grape flavored, at that.

“Wouldn’t Reyna like to know that her favorite Centurion is throwing a fit over a loss? What a sore loser,” a sarcastic voice jests. You grit your teeth, turning to face Octavian.

Curse him and his skinny body, his stupidly gorgeous blue eyes, his unblemished skin—

Woah.

Where did that come from?

“I’m looking for ways to better myself for my cohort. Not like you’d know anything about self-reflection,” You scoff. Much to your chagrin, the augur sits beside you. Phoebus Apollo rides close to the horizon, signaling the nearing arrival of dinnertime. “Do you mind?”

“No, I don’t,” he smirks. He looks quite stupid with those stuffed animals hanging from his belt, in your opinion. Seven stripes burn on his forearm under the symbol of an eagle, much like your own. His loose white toga hangs off his clothed shoulders. The sun radiates onto his pale skin, bathing him in a warm glow. Cocky bastard. He knows he’s pretty. “Do you have a staring problem?”

You snap back to reality real quick.

“No, I don’t.” You turn your head away, embarrassed. You weren’t staring, were you? Small vines decorated by bundles of purple grapes pop up around you, encircling the area. “Is there a reason you’re here? Or would you just like to gloat.”

Octavian reclines, pressing his hands on the green grass behind him. He picks a grape, tossing it at your temple. “I’m simply encouraging your improvement,” he teases.

“I wish Reyna would let me strangle you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

As you look out at the sunset, you don’t notice his eyes on you. You don’t notice the way his gaze trails over the bridge of your nose and your freckles and the rosy hue covering your cheeks like he’s committing the way you look at dusk to memory.

“Pretty night, huh?”

That’s unusual. Octavian making small talk?

“Yeah, it is.”

“You weren’t too bad today,” he mutters, very clearly avoiding his gaze. It’s very much unlike him to butter you up, even if he wants something.

“Thanks?” you tilt your head, confused by his praise. Should you be offended?

The two of you look out at the little Tiber rolling over the hills, basking in the golden hue painting the heavens. A long, cold hand drapes over yours eventually, gently squeezing. You jolt away, face pink as the clouds in the sky.

“The Pluto?!”

“Shut up.” He shoves something in your lap, and for a second you think it’s a grenade of Greek fire, set to explode as soon as he’s out of range. Tyche must feel sorry for her absence earlier.

A soft green material, as green as the grass, sits against your thighs, a happy smile staring up at you. It can’t be. A fuzzy memory returns to you, a feeling of nostalgia washing over you. A frog plush from long ago. Stitches a bit darker than the original fuzzy fabric reach from seam to seam, head to toe.

“What—?”

“Seriously, shut up. I found it tucked away, thought you’d like to see it again before it gets sacrificed to the gods again.”

You scoop up the piece of your childhood in your free hand, eyes wide as the cosmos. Before that little smirk on Octavian’s face can grow any further, a cold, hard object smacks him right across the face, sending him reeling.

“What the—?!”

“You little dick,” you huff, placing the icepack on the ground. “Thanks, I guess.”

He smiles—a real smile, however small—as he stares into your eyes. “You’re very welcome, love.” His alabaster face is painted red.

You shake your head, amused. “Don’t ever call me that again.”

Like a scene from a fairytale, his hand snakes its way onto your waist, the proximity only forcing more of your father’s fruit out of the ground.

“Like I’d listen to you,” he chides.

You lean forward, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss.

“I really am irresistible.”

“Shut up, you’re ruining the moment.”

[logolepsy-babble]

Marauders in the Riordanverse

(I’m bored and I randomly thought what if they were in the Riordanverse?)

Camp Half-Blood

Cabin 1 - Zeus

- Emmeline Vance

- Aurora Sinistra (adopted by Hera)

Cabin 4 - Demeter

- Frank Longbottom

Cabin 5 - Ares

- Edgar Bones

- Amelia Bones

- Kingsley Shacklebolt

- Ludo Bagman

Cabin 6 - Athena

- Regulus Black

- Sirius Black

- Rita Skeeter

- Lucinda Talkalot

Cabin 7 - Apollo (Greek)

- Poppy Pompfrey

Cabin 8 - Artemis (Hunters)

- Marlene McKinnon (quit)

- Alice Fortescue

Cabin 9 - Hephaestus

- James Potter

- Arthur Weasley

- Pandora Rosier

Cabin 10 - Aphrodite

- Bertha Jorkins

- Zara Zambini

Cabin 11 - Hermes

- Peter Pettigrew

- Gideon Prewett

- Fabian Prewett

- Molly Prewett

Cabin 12 - Dionysus

- Rose Rosmerta

Cabin 15 - Hypnos

- Xenophilius Lovegood

Cabin 16 - Nemesis

- (arguably) Dorcas Meadowes

- Quirinus Quirrel

Cabin 17 - Nike

- Hestia Jones

Cabin 18 - Hebe

- Rubeus Hagrid

- Charity Burbage

Cabin 19 - Tyche

- Elphias Doge

Cabin 20 - Hecate

- Sybill Trelewaney

Camp Jupiter

Children of Neptune

- Amos Diggory

Children of Bacchus

- Florence Greengrass

- Severus Snape

Children of Mars

- Dedalus Diggle

- Bellatrix Black

- Narcissa Black

Children of Minerva

- Minerva McGonagall

Children of Bellona

- Albus Dumbledore

- Emma Vanity

Legacy

- Aberforth Dumbledore

Descendant of Hercules

- Lily Evans

Children of Apollo (Roman)

- Remus Lupin

- Septima Vector

Magicians

- Dorcas Meadowes

- Marlene McKinnon

- Benjy Fenwick

- Sturgis Podmore

- Caradoc Dearborn

- Mary Macdonald

Norse (but not dead)

- Lucius Malfoy (son of Víðarr)

- Tom Riddle/Voldemort (son of Loki)

Vallhalla

- Alastor Moody

- Barty Crouch Jr (son of Tyr)

- Evan Rosier (son of Hel)

[khaire-traveler]

You, I made this post, somewhere, anyway, what are 10 minor deities u know of. This is just for fun 😎

Khaire!

Your wording at the start kind of confuses me, sorry. ^^; But I'll gladly talk about some minor deities I know of!

Triton, a god of the Sea, is one that I was paid to make a subtle worship post on and will be doing one for soon here. Galatea, goddess of calm seas, is another I paid to make a post about! Hippocrates, the god of Silence, was one I hadn't heard of before someone requested I make a post about him; his history is pretty interesting! There's also Thanatos, god of Peaceful Death, who is often confused with and overshadowed by Haides, interestingly. Asclepius, god of Medicine, is a son of Apollo who was actually deified after being killed for discovering a way for humans to not die (seems the gods aren't big on immortality for humans in the myths, and I don't blame them XD). Nyx, goddess of the Night, is pretty lesser known as well but is said to be one of the most powerful goddesses within the myths - someone who even Zeus himself feared the power of. Tyche, goddess of Fortune, is another deity who gets often overlooked but is known to control both good and bad fortune, among many other things. Harmonia, goddess of Harmony, is a daughter of Ares and Aphrodite, actually, who was transformed into a snake along with her lover. Morpheus, the leader of the Oneiroi and God of dreams, is a pretty interesting figure who is a son of Hypnos. And last, but not least, is Iris, messenger of Hera and goddess of Rainbows, who is very often overlooked in modern worship circles, unfortunately.

An honorable mention goes to all of The Muses, who are lesser known than they should be, for sure. Clio (Muse of History), Calliope (Muse of Epic Poetry & Eloquence), Melpomene (Muse of Tragedy), Thalia (Muse of Comedy), Erato (Muse of Erotic Poetry), Polyhymnia (Muse of Religious Hymns), Ourania (Muse of Astronomy), Euterpe (Muse of Lyric Poetry), and Terpsikhore (Muse of Choral Song and Dancing).

Hope this gives you a good answer! Take care! 🧡

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Hey, it's Felix. I'm the son of Damien White and Chiara Benvenuti. Part of the Italian Squad and proud.

NAME: Felix White

ALIAS: Lix

AGE: 18 years old

WEAPONS: Celestial Bronze axe

RELATIONS: Chiara Benvenuti (mom), Damien White (dad), Tyche (grandma), Nemesis (other grandma)

PERSONALITY: Both dumb smartass and smart dumbass. Reckless, sarcastic, looks mean but is actually a huuuge mama's boy. Gets into friendly fights with his father. Texts really weirdly, as in way too many shortcuts, slangs, and numbers.

FATAL FLAWS: Recklessness

FEARS: metathesiophobia, Nemesis

HOBBIES: trying out new things, training, playing guitar, practicing his Italian

SEXUALITY: Straight but questioning.

APPEARANCE: grown out black hair, almond eyes, 6'4"

PEOPLE I KNOW:

@ghost-king-and-thebones Nico di Angelo.

@doctor-sunshine-andcarebears Will Solace.

@olivernothere Oliver Solace-di Angelo.

@daffy-not-a-duck Daphne Solace-di Angelo.

@percy-jackson-xxx Percy Jackson.

@chasing-that-jackson Charlie Chase-Jackson.

@sincerely-anniejackson Annabeth Chase.

@ineedtoescapefromreality Echo and Rosalyn Mclean.

@leo-repairguy-valdez Leo Valdez.

@iggy-mini-miny-moe Iggy Grace.

@notwillingtobefound Will Valdez.

@violent-cinnamonroll Aria La Rue.

@daredevil-larue Lucine La Rue.

@hey-guys-its-sam Sam Zhang.

@yourfavoriteadoptedkid Eloise Zhang.

@not-a-panda Pandora Stoll.

@drea-and-nico Andrea and Nico Lilith.

@praetor-ambrose-asher Ambrose Asher.

@regulus-a-star Regulus Star.

@overwhelmingly-his-son Lukas Castellan.

@evan-is-here Evan Rosier.

@the-poison-and-the-sky Donna Jackson.

@morningstar-of-the-night Kallisto Arellano-Grace.

@estxiell-e Estelle Blofis.

TAGS:

felix all 4 u - general posts

felix b4 anything else - reblogs

2 b seen by felix - ooc posts

ill txt u back - asks

SONGS:

R U Mine - Arctic Monkeys

Wires - The Neighbourhood