#( th. ) Zagreus

[fearandhungies]

getting Genuinely miserable over the fact in hades 2 hypnos is in an eternal sleep because zagreus isnt around anymore.

[danitheforeverdm]

SUPER GIANT! GIVE ME ZAGREUS REDESIGN AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

i want a new zagreus design so bad

[hymnoeides]

I just discovered your blog and DAM I love your art, your designs for the Gods are awesome! I don’t know if you’ve finished watching those Hades gameplays and it really depends if the person you were watching chose any of the romance options, but would you hypotheticallyyyy ship Thanzag (Thanatos and Zagreus)?

ALSO YES, FELLOW PISISTRATUS FAN, FINALLY!

AUUU TYSM!!! 🥹🥹 I’m so glad,,, I’m so happy knowing people enjoy my stuff … PISISTRATUS FANS UNITE I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!/p

Thanzag? What’s that? Never heard of th//trips and spills out my pockets

Eehhehe take some of the sketches I have 🥺🫶

[givemearmstopraywith]

i just watched someone saying "christianity is and always will be the cultural appropriation of religions" and they mentioned the resurrection, which surprises me a little. do you know what they could be referring to? they also called it a very common trope and i'm no theologian, don't know that much about other religions or mythology, so maybe you could help?

resurrection narratives are absolutely not unique to christianity. there are resurrection narratives in the religion of ancient egypt (osiris), greece (adonis, zagreus, dionysus, and attus), and sumer (dumuzid and inanna). all of these predate christianity by centuries. to consider resurrection myths appropriation is, however, rather ignorant: the mythologies of the ancient near east are absolutely woven together, to the point where they are almost indistinguishable from each other, especially in the early history of the hebrews. the roman empire was heavily influenced by hellenic culture, religion, and philosophy. consider dionysus, the god of wine: plutarch stated that the stories of osiris and dionysus were identical and that the secret rituals asociated with them were obviously paralleled: the second century AD saw the emergence of greco-egyptian pantheons where the god serapis was synonymous with osiris, hades, and dionysus. this is also similar to the interrelationship between inanna, ishtar, asherah, astarte, and multiple other near eastern female deities (and she likely played an influence in the development of lilith as well). how much did the cult of dionysus influence later rites of the wine and the eucharist in early christianity, especially given that within fifty years of christ's death most christians were greeks? romulus and remus were said to have been born to a virgin, and so was the founder of zoroastrianism, zoroaster, a religion that influenced platonic philosophy and all abrahamic faiths.

christianity is more guilty of appropriation that most other faith practices of appropriation because of the crudeness and hatefulness with which it borrowed judaism and then turned on the jews. but attempting to divide western and near eastern religious traditions into pure (original) and impure (appropriated) is next to impossible. otherwise we can start trying to particularize everything as either pure or impure and discard what we deem as "impure" or unoriginal because we think it is valueless, hackneyed, or unethical. religion does not work like that. christianity does require critical consumption and practice because it has both appropriated judaism and because the way in which it exerted itself as a dominant religion over other faith practices. and the appropriation of judaism must be especially viewed as troubling, because judaism cannot be compared, historically, to religions like those of ancient egypt and greece because until the state of israel it was never a dominant or state religion, and the fact that it survived some odd thousand years without being recognized as a state religion is part of why it's particularly interesting. of course, that has changed now, but this ask isn't about israel/palestine and i won't dwell on it this issue much except to reaffirm that christianity appropriating an oppressed minority religion that emerged out of colonial contexts is very different than christianity utilizing aspects of ancient greek religion or zoroastrianism, and also different from jesus being included in islam, for instance.

interestingly, quetzalcoatl, from the ancient aztec religion, was the patron of priests and a symbol of resurrection. this gestures to the hidden sacred, eliade's hierophany: the hidden holiness, the sacrality and beingness of something beyond ourselves, that underlies all existence, with its own explicit truths that emerge consistently in faith practices that, unlike those of the near east, never interacted. maybe we all carried the same stories out of the cradle of civilization; maybe there is a perpetual and accessible truth that transcends boundaries. i don't know. but everything is borrowed. everything is copy. humanity is not capable of true originality: and isn't that beautiful? everything is taken in communion. everyone is interconnected. everyone wants to believe something, and we seem to be universally compelled by the same truths, motifs, meanings, and stories.

[theobjectofmyobsession055]

Of Wonders and Witches: Chapter 2 (Zagreus x Reader)

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It took a very long time for Zagreus to make it back to the surface again. After his initial escape, Hades somehow tightened security even more. But finally, Hades fell once again, staining the snow with golden ichor as he was taken by the Styx. Zagreus was far less injured this time around as he began his trek through the cold. He’d brought the green shawl Y/N had given him to protect him from the chilly air, the keepsake proving tremendously useful during his clash with his father.

As he trudged on through the snow, he eventually spotted a quaint little cottage along the cliffside. As he approached, he noticed a bent-over figure clad in green tossing handfuls of something to several small creatures twittering about on the ground. His eyes widened as the sight came into clearer focus. Was that… Y/N?

She looked up, revealing to him that it was, in fact the woman who’d saved him. She gasped, her pretty eyes just as filled with shock as his were. “Zagreus? What on earth are you doing back here?”

Once his surprise subsided, a wide grin spread across his face. He raised his hand in greeting. “Y/N! Fancy seeing you here! As for why I’m back… well, it’s a long story.” He eyed the creatures gathered around her feet, watching as their heads bobbed up and down as they searched for more food. “Uh… what are these things? They sort of look like some of the paintings I saw in your house last time.”

Y/N stared blankly at him, as though he’d suddenly sprouted several more heads like a hydra. “You mean… my chickens? I mean, I suppose they kind of resemble some of other bird species I’ve painted—but, wait, are you telling me you’ve never seen a chicken before?”

Ah, so they were birds, He’d heard of birds before, he was pretty certain, he just… didn’t know what they looked like until just now. The way she stared at him made him a little self-conscious, a flush starting to creep up his cheeks. “Well, um… No. We don’t… have those where I’m from.”

She looked at him dumbfounded, as though he’d told her Dionysus was the ruler of Olympus. Her brows furrowed in abject confusion as she muttered under her breath to herself, “…Didn’t think there was a place on earth without chickens…”

The chickens clucked loudly, the sound brash and a little obnoxious to Zagreus’ ears. Y/N didn’t seem to be bothered by it, though, reaching into her apron and grabbing another handful of oats to toss at them. “Oh quiet, I hear ya! Spoiled little things.”

Zagreus knew he ought not to dawdle here, with his limited time available on the surface, but he couldn’t deny his curiosity. “Is there a reason you keep them? Or are they pets?”

“I eat their eggs,” she explained. At his look of confusion, she continued, “They’re unfertilized, of course. Seeing as I only have hens.”

He still didn’t fully understand, but he figured he’d made enough of a fool of himself by exhibiting his ignorance already. “I see.”

Y/N’s eyes suddenly lit up, and a soft smile graced her lips. “Ah, I see you’re wearing the shawl I gave you. I trust it’s served you well?”

He returned her smile with one of his own. “Yes, it has. It’s much warmer than it looks. Thank you once again.”

“Think nothing of it,” she said, her eyes shining with warmth. Her expression became thoughtful as she regarded him. “I wasn’t lying last time when I said green suits you. It looks very good on you.”

Heat returned to his cheeks at her compliment. Gods, he was blushing like a schoolboy, he needed to get a handle on himself. But it felt really good to receive praise from her, however minor. “Th-thank you. Ah, speaking of gifts—” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of glistening gold nectar. “I want you to have this. As thanks for saving my life.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion as she took the bottle from him. “What’s this? Wait, this can’t be—” She gasped, her free hand, flying up to cover her mouth. “This is nectar! The drink of the gods! What—where—how did you get this?!”

He grinned boyishly. That might just have been one of the best reactions to one of his gifts yet. His chest swelled with pride. “I have my ways,” he said cryptically. “I hope you enjoy it.”

She stammered, staring down at the bottle of precious liquid in her hands. “Z-Zagreus, I’m touched, flattered beyond belief, but I can’t accept this! This is worth more than gold, more valuable than anything I have in my possession! I couldn’t possibly drink it!”

“Sure you can that’s what it’s meant for, after all.” He chuckled. As she stared up at him in bewilderment, he gave her a sympathetic look. “Tell you what, how about we share it? Would that make you feel better about accepting it?”

Y/N’s expression became conflicted, appearing to war with herself internally. Then, she let out a long breath. “…A-as you wish. Please, come inside.”

Zagreus knew he needed to get going, but a few more minutes couldn’t hurt, right? They’d have their drink, and then he’d be right along his way to his mother’s garden. He followed her inside the cottage and accepted the seat she offered him. She sat beside him on the recliner, a nervous half-grimace on her face as she fiddled with the cork of the bottle. After a moment or two, she finally opened it, pouring it into two cups and handing one of them to him. She took another deep breath. “Well, I, um… I suppose we should toast to something, should we not?” she said, but it sounded more like a question.

“To our new friendship,” he offered, raising his cup in the air with an easy smile on his face.

Y/N gave him a shaky smile of her own and clinked her cup against his. “To our friendship.”

They drank, the indescribable taste of the nectar exploding on Zagreus’ tongue. It was delicate and sweet in a way that was wholly unique, even though he’d sampled it many times before.

Y/N’s eyes lit up with wonder as she took her first sip. “O-oh my! This is… it’s unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before!” She took another sip, savoring the flavor with closed eyes and a pleased hum.

He smiled upon seeing her happiness. That content, almost serene look on her face made his chest feel light and warm. It was only right that she should be happy—if anyone deserved to be it was most certainly her. Someone so kind and gentle, who’d literally given a stranger the clothes off her back, seeking nothing in return. Of course, it was far from ideal that he’d been taken by the Styx shortly after meeting his mother, but a part of him was glad that it happened, if only so that he got the chance to see Y/N again.

Once she finished her nectar, she set her cup down on the side table with a satisfied sigh. She gave him a curious look as she folded her hands together in her lap. “You really are an enigmatic one, aren’t you, Zagreus? You arrive from the Temple of Styx only to return from it once again some time later, and you carry with you the drink of the gods. I do not encounter many people, living all the way out here, but even I can tell there is something strange about you.” A smile that could be described as almost playful graced her lips. “…Would you be willing to play a game with me, Zagreus?”

He smirked, leaning back in his seat. “That depends, my fair maiden. What sort of game?”

Her smile widened, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “One where I try to guess what sort of creature you are, and you tell me if I’m right or wrong.”

“Creature? You wound me.” He scoffed, but there was no real derision to it. “And who’s to say I’m not completely human? Your game would be rather boring if that were the case.”

“Hmm, that would be true.” She gave him a quick once-over before her gaze met his eyes again. “But unless I’m mistaken, humans don’t typically have their feet encapsulated in flame.”

Oh. Right. His cheeks flushed. It wasn’t as though he was wearing shoes or anything, so she had probably noticed that from the start. He cleared his throat, hoping he didn’t look like a complete fool. “Quite right. Very well, guess away.”

She pinned him with her scrutinizing gaze, leaning forward on her elbows as she examined him with a furrowed brow. In truth, it made him feel a bit self-conscious. He’d certainly looked better, when he hadn’t just barely won a fight to the death with his father. He sat up a little straighter. “Hmm…” she mused. “…Are you a shade?”

He let out a soft chuckle. “No.”

She pouted, which he couldn’t help but find adorable. “A satyr in disguise then, perhaps.”

He snorted. “Certainly not.”

“Are you a monster of some kind?” she pressed on.

“You wound me once again, my lady. But no, I am not.” He grinned. This was becoming quite amusing.

“A demigod? A male nymph?”

He chuckled. “No, and I’m pretty sure nymphs can’t be male by definition. Though you are getting warmer, try again.” He leaned forward as well, looking at her with fondness.

The crease between her brows got even deeper. He could practically see the gears in her head turning as she wracked her brain for other possibilities as to what he might be. Then, she stilled, her eyes widening in realization. Her voice was quieter when she spoke again, as though she couldn’t believe the words she was saying. “Wait, you’re not… you can’t be…” She paused. Then, she whispered, barely audible, “…Are you a god?”

Zagreus’ grin widened, amused by her look of amazement. “What gave it away, the feet or my roguishly handsome good looks?” He ran a hand through his tousled hair for emphasis.

Y/N stared at him with eyes wide as saucers in what he hoped was wonder, not fear. After a long moment, she seemed to regain her bearings enough to speak. “O-oh.” Her voice cracked a little on the syllable, so she cleared her throat. “I’ve…. never met a god before.”

He laughed, despite the feeling of dread that began to creep into his gut, signaling that he was soon to be taken back to the House of Hades by the Styx. He swallowed, silently praying to the Fates for just a little more time. “In truth, I’ve—ugh—never met a moral before either. At least… not a living one.”

A look of concern flashed across her fair features. “Zagreus, are you alright?”

“I’m… I’m fine,” he grit out between clenched teeth. Blood and darkness, he thought he’d have more time than this, he didn’t even get the chance to see mother. “I’m just… I have to go soon.”

“What are you talking about, you’re not going anywhere in this state! Unless…” Realization dawned in her eyes. “Oh. You mean you have to go… there.”

Zagreus was glad she was so intuitive, that would at least save him from having to give her a lengthy explanation when his ribs felt like they were constricting around his internal organs. He coughed harshly, his whole body wracked with it.

Y/N’s gaze hardened with resolve. “Wait right here.” She stood and immediately got to work, tossing herbs and spices and other ingredients into the cooking pot in the middle of the room. She stirred the mixture a few times while muttering an incantation under her breath before ladling it into a bowl. She was back by his side in a flash, handing the bowl up to him. “Drink this. If my understanding is correct, then hopefully this should give you a little more time, stave off the call of the Styx.”

He didn’t even hesitate, taking the bowl and drinking its contents immediately. Almost instantly, he felt the dread in his stomach ease, and the pressure in his chest released. Once he gathered his bearings, he looked up at her in astonishment. “How… how did you…”

She offered him a warm smile. “I do live next to the Temple of Styx—I can sense when it is calling someone. And there are many plants with divine properties in this area, hidden beneath the snow as they are. Now go. You wish to see Lady Persephone, yes? My potion will only give you a limited time, so you’d best leave now.”

Zagreus stood, marveling once again at the woman before him. She’d saved his life twice now, as temporary as it may be. But it gave him another chance to speak with his mother, and for that he was eternally grateful. “Thank you, my lady.”

“Oh, but wait!” Just like last time, before he crossed the threshold, she stopped him with a hand on his arm. But unlike last time, she reached up on her toes and placed a gentle, barely-there kiss on his cheek. His head whipped around to stare down at her, a flush crawling up his face. Her cheeks were just as red as she murmured, “…As thanks for the nectar.” There was a pause where they both stood in the doorway, simply staring at each other. Then came her soft, shy voice: “…Will you return?”

His heart thumped hard in his chest. He instinctively reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers ghosting against her cheek. “…I will return as many times as it takes.” And then he was off, sprinting through the snow towards his mother’s garden. Though it wasn’t the physical exertion that left his heart pounding and his lungs wanting for air.

[keru0]

Tickletober 2024

Day 5: Punishment

Lee!Zagreus x Ler!Thanatos

AHHH i forgot how much I adore these two 😭

Warning for minor bondage and themes relating to death

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“Th-Thahan please, let’s tahalk about thihis!” The prince of the underworld pleaded from his place on his bed, panting as his wrists and ankles were bound by magic rope – fireproof and strengthened rope.

“No, Zag. I’m tired of having to haul your body back to this damned palace every time you die! Do you have any idea what it’s like seeing you die over and over?” The god of death explained frantically, pacing back and forth on the burned carpet.

Zagreus looked away with a frown, the extreme guilt he felt as Thanatos said what has probably been burdening him for the past several years. He never did think of what happened to him when he died, he always woke up in his bed, as if the entire ordeal never happened. It was only now, as Thanatos frantically explained his feelings, did the reality truly set in – his boyfriend laid his body to rest in the river Styx, every single time he’s died, for the past several years.

Thanatos stopped to look at his boyfriend, noticing the guilt on his blushing face as he looked away. He sighed heavily, sitting on the edge of the bed by his prince’s head, gently carding a hand through his hair.

“Zag, I’m not…I’m not mad.” He started, gently guiding his head to face him, smiling solemnly as he smoothed out the creases the god’s eyebrows made. “I’m not. It’s just- Every time you die, I have to watch. I have to watch the fiery light drain out of your eyes, Zag. And then as soon as you’re back here, you don’t rest, not even for a moment.” He sighed deeply again, leaning down to plant a kiss on his warm lips. “And I don’t expect you to stop trying to escape this place, but all I ask is that you take a break every once and a while. Let me, or Meg, or Dusa take care of you, whether for a few hours or a few days. I just want to see you rest peacefully in a way that doesn’t end with me laying you in the Styx.” He smiled, scratching the other’s scalp.

Zagreus leaned into the warm touch of Death, closing his eyes, finally at peace for the first time in what seems like forever. “I’m truly sorry, Than. I promise – I’ll do better. For you.”

Thanatos shook his head with a smile. “No, I want you to do better for you, Zag.” 

“I will.” He said adamantly, his signature puppy eyes staring directly into Death’s soul itself. “N-now, could you please let me go…?”

Death smirked, his hands trailing down to his lover’s thighs, squeezing and kneading into the muscle as Zagreus was once again thrust into the realm of mirth, tears cascading down his cheeks as he pulled helplessly at his binds. “Absolutely not, I have to make sure to nail my point in. Besides, seeing you laugh to death would be far more pleasurable than what happens in Elysium.”

[snowbellecity]

If there is life after the Earth-life, will you come with me? Even then? If we're meant to be something, why not together.

Dianthus of Oenoe (also called Dia or very rarely Dianthe) is my main sona / self insert / etc. She's basically me but if i was in Hade game's setting <3 more info below! ( Art credits: Laurel (TH) / 2nd drawing is by me )

She's physically in her 20s and about 5'4. Her father was a human merchant from somewhere in Sub-Saharan Africa, and her mother was Chloris, a nymph-goddess from Etruria. Due to being half nymph Dianthus has some powers over plantlife herself, but they're very weak and mostly useless. Her hair and body will sometimes sprout flowers or even fruit, but it tends to happen randomly, and like any flower they eventually wilt overtime! She met Theseus while still alive, and aided him in his battle against the Bull of Marathon. Afterwards Theseus returned to Athens, but he intended to return to Dia's home so that he may have her hand in marriage. Unfortunately, however, Theseus was soon sent off to Crete to deal with another bull problem overseas, and Dia had to leave her home to avoid an arranged marriage. After this and up until her death, she became a Maenad, a member of the retinue of Dionysus, and thru him became associated with the Eleusisian mysteries. When she died, her body was transformed into a carnation. Later, in Elysium, she reunited with King Theseus, and helped him again, this time in the task of bringing Asterius to Elysium! Within the blessed fields, she works as a librarian. She's a rather sweet girl for the most part, and tries her best to be kind to others. However... she can also be a bit arrogant and self centered as well. She's very stubborn and headstrong when she needs to be, but also won't hesitate to give up on a task if it proves to be too much- she's very concerned for her own rest and relaxation, after all. When it comes to Theseus and Asterius, she often has to remind them to take breaks as well! Silly funfacts: ~ She writes gay fanfiction of heroes even more ancient than those of greece. ask her about her gilgamesh/enkidu yaoi collection (don't actually ask her she'll get embarassed) ~ within a plaza of elysium, there's a board within the plaza where shades can come by and pin things they've written. one user of this board is only known as "championsgirl01" and writes some very passionate posts... most of them in defense of the king himself.

~ Her favourite flower is actually the sunflower, but she also loves pink roses and carnations, her namesake. ~ She collects merch of the champions, and is the vice president of their fanclub. She also watches every match! ...In reality, though, she really doesn't care that much about the sportmanship thing. She just likes watching sweaty buff guys battling it out. ~ Friends with Patroclus, Achilles, Dusa, and surprisingly, Alecto. Has a weird frenemies thing with Zagreus. Co-workers with Hypnos but he's always asking what Asterius is up to which makes her look at him with daggers in her eyes </3

[minyard-05]

4, 5, 12, and/or 22 for Andrew pls :)

character asks

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

HADES. THE VIDEOGAME HADES (2020) i have this meticulously planned AU in my head where neil is zagreus (son of hades and persephone) and andrew is thanatos (god of death) and it's just. Yeah. i think about that a lot. also look up thanatos' design in game and tell me that's not andrew minyard

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

an obvious one is definitely Runaway Train by Soul Asylum but one of my personal favourite songs for The Andrew Thoughts™ right now is probably this

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

oooo okay. okay. i think he has echolalia and/or stims vocally a lot. me and @codename-adler went back and forth with a list of things he sort of mutters to himself sometimes, definitely a lot more once he and neil live together in colorado. things like meowing back at the cats or mimicking the oven timer beep or quoting lines from movies in near-perfect impressions of the characters. think he deserves to be a weird little guy sometimes

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

LOVE it when people make andrew completely lose his cool. like maybe i'm weird but there's so many different interpretations of what would push him over the edge entirely i love seeing how different authors handle that kind of scenario.

very specific but i read a fic once where andrew was homophobic and i just. Huh. like it wasn't even internalized homophobia he was basically seth in tfc. it was so weird

[xjulixred45x]

Hippolytus reader x zagreus where Theseus and asterius learned that the two are together after Zagreus announces that he dedicates his coming victory to Hippolytus while Zagreus is facing Theseus in the arena.

Sure! Wow, Hippolytus is getting popular.

Zagreus x Hippolytus! Reader: Victory!

Hippolytus hated this, with all his might. A LOT.

Having to watch and not being able to participate in an interesting fight, he felt his muscles tense and tickle, wanting to jump into the arena and fight himself. But not. Because of those stupid butterflies he now had to stay back and watch his father and Asterius having fun while he stayed in the stands.

As expected, absolutely no one interesting showed up for much of the day (or night? He never knew how time was managed down there) and Hippolytus could only nod off, feeling more bored with each passing minute. What a waste of time. Although he didn't know if that was worse, his father's attitude or the lack of activity. Or perhaps that Zagreus was taking longer to come than usual.

At least Hippolytus could let his mind wander to escape boredom, and what better way to do it than to think about his stupid, brutish, loving boyfriend. It was strange to see how things had changed, considering how the relationship was formed, but the truth was Hippolytus was very pleased with this.

His bond with Zagreus began to form precisely there, in the Colosseum. When they fought for the first time, it was the first time Hippolytus felt true adrenaline for the first time in years, the energy and bloodlust in his veins, the red blood of Zagreus, being able to fight someone with all his ability... it was incredible.

But it doesn't end there, no. Zagreus kept coming, after all he had a goal to accomplish. And Hippolytus respected that (despite having to stop him) and above all, he liked the feeling of finally having a worthy rival to fight with. Finally, he had something to look forward to. Although of course, not everyone was as happy as he was about this, especially his father (with whom Zagreus already had a bad relationship).

Theseus made it very clear, Zagreus (or as he called him, THE DAEMON SPAWN) was not welcome to him. Not even if he was Hippolytus's friend. Even if the father/son relationship had improved a lot in those times, this was definitely an issue that remained unfinished and tense. Not even the help of Asterius could convince Theseus to accept Zag into his home.

By the same token, it was clear that Hippolytus couldn't even bring up the idea of Zagreus becoming FAMILY as soon as they started secretly dating. His father would go CRAZY.

Fortunately, Hippolytus's ramblings finally stopped when someone of his interest arrived at the Colosseum. Ah, finally. Zagreus finally arrived, entering the Colosseum light-footed as always. Hippolytus wasn't even listening to his father's endless monologue, he just leaned on the stands and stared at Zagreus from afar.

At one point during the exchange of insults between Theseus and Zagreus, the latter spotted Hippolytus in one of the VIP stands, shaking his fist with a smile and a slightly red face. Zagreus, originally bitter because of Theseus's talks, was now smiling from ear to ear, happy to have his partner's support. But then something strange happened.

Hippolytus watched as Zagreus stood still for a second, switching between looking between himself and Theseus, and then, a mischievous smile appearing on his face. Oh no, he had an idea. Not the good ideas. Even if Hippolytus signaled him not to do whatever he was thinking of doing, it was in vain. Although something definitely unexpected ended up happening.

Zagreus silenced Theseus, took out his sword and pointed it at the platform where Hippolytus was sitting. Exclaiming with pride.

- “I am going to dedicate this victory to the best champion of the Elysum! The one who has my greatest affections, My lover, Hippolytus!”-

Yep, if Theseus and Asterius didn't kill Zag, he was going to kill him. Hippolytus thought as he felt how his face was turning red with every passing second. Not even bothering to listen to all the crowd's squeals for the newly discovered new couple. Hippolytus was flattered and somewhat touched that Zagreus would make such a public display of affection. But he also knew what was going to happen next.

Or now better say, he could already feel his father's constant screams in the arena, telling him graphically how he was going to kill him, calling him by every name under the sun, telling him that how dare he talk like that about Hippolytus, that he would surely kill him! He was manipulating HIS SON!

A part of Hippolytus wanted to laugh at his father's fallacies, they were so ridiculous and meaningless that they were laughable. At least Asterius seemed to be taking it better, for now at least, although you could see he was as surprised as Theseus.

While the fight started (finally. And with much more violence than usual), at least Hippolytus thought that they got something out of the way. Happy, seeing his family, whatever the context.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

[marvel-and-dc-geek]

The Prince and the Valkyrie

This is set after the Sun Gods, but it’s not really necessary to check it out

Boy had it been a weird day, and that was without counting the tournament: first she ran into those two brothers who disappeared in front of her, and then the boy who tried to play her a song to cheer her up disappeared through the wall, which on top of that she hadn't managed to figure out how it had happened.

The youngest of the Valkyries had spent the last few minutes trying to get him to respond, but to no avail.

“Lester, can you hear me? Are you all right?” And on top of that she should soon be going with her sister for the next round...maybe there was a trap door or something, but before she could figure out what had happened, Geir was falling.

Where was she falling to? Se had no idea, maybe it was into the sand or into the void, just like that.

Although where she landed was very hot. All around the girl surrounded by lava, and luckily, she had fallen on a rock.

“Well, it could have been much worse...” she quickly realized the mistake about saying that: a strange red skeleton was rushing against her, although of course the most she could do was scream, if she tried to run, she would sink into the lava.

Geir thought it would be her end and closed her eyes, until she heard a metallic sound and annoyed grunts

“Hey, why don’t you pick on someone of your own size?” Slowly she opened her eyes again, honestly Geir had not expected to almost die ripped in half twice on the same day only to suddenly have someone save her.

The boy standing in front of her was curious: he wore clothes like those of the Greek pantheon, but he didn't look like any god Geir had ever seen before. He had short black hair, adorned with what appeared to be red laurels.

She could not see his face, but she could see the blow he struck at the strange being that had wanted to attack her: it recoiled, and a red cloud covered him before it disintegrated in front of her eyes.

“Well, that was the last one ” the boy panted a little. He turned to her and took her hand to help her stand up. Geir blushed a little bit, he was cute...his eyes were bi-colored, one red and one green. His skin was somewhat pale, and he was quite a bit taller than her “are you okay?”

“Yes...” she was still a bit shocked, everything that had happened that day was bizarre. Of course, she couldn't be rude “th-thank-you so much....” Her knees were a little sore from the fall, but other than that she was fine

“I've never seen them attack another shade “although thinking about it, the girl had fallen suddenly, which wasn't normal if she wasn't one of the ones who had to stop him ”you're not a shade aren't you?”

“Ah...I don't know what that is” stop, where was she ? ” Hey...who are you? And where am I?”

“Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself: I'm Zagreus, prince of the Underworld, but you can call me Zag. what's your name ?” asked the strange guy “oh, you're in the underworld”yeah, she definitely wasn't a shade.

“My name is Geir, I'm one of the valkyries “ Well at least she wasn't dead, but still ‘ I don't want to be rude, but I need to get out of here...’”she didn't know they had a direct entrance to the underworld, she thought Nostradamus had destroyed it.

“Geir ? That's a rather peculiar name “ he had never heard one like that before. A valkyrie? Ah, it sure was something like the Amazons “You found the right guy, I'm on my way to see my mother... come with me!” The prince quickly crossed the lava lake to another rock that was in a boat.

The girl stared at it somewhat thoughtfully “I think I can't step on it” she didn't know if it would burn her or something.

“Oh, wait “ he hadn't thought that maybe someone else would have trouble with that. Zag ran back to the girl and lifted her carefully to cross, although that made him go a little slower over the lava “hot, hot !”

“Are you okay?” Geir asked worriedly, she didn't want him to get hurt, and even forgot to blush.

“Yes, don't worry” they were only serious burns “my feet are made of lava, I can stand walking on it”

“Ah, are you a god or a demon?” Geir asked somewhat nervously, she and her sisters weren't exactly on good terms with the divinities that day.

“A god “replied the young man as he climbed with her onto a boat under a strange sphere with some kind of gold coin.

Everything went dark, which frightened the girl, who hugged the god until the light returned.

“I can tell you're not from around here “he laughed a little “don't worry, the underworld is normally a quiet place “the prince assured her as he helped her down. There was a rare coin that Zag grabbed, causing it to turn into several small coins. He offered a few to the girl “in case we run into Charon” he said.

Geir had heard something about that god, and she didn't know if it would be good to run into him “T-Thank you...” although she was still nervous, she didn't know if there would be more monsters around.

The prince of the underworld went to a fountain, though he drank half of what he would normally drink “Come! This will heal you a little “the girl still had scratches from her fall earlier, it was better for her to heal.

Geir shyly went and drank some, instantly her scratches were gone and she felt much more energetic “can't it be bottled?” It would be very useful for the eihenjarr.

“No, I already tried several times “ it wouldn't even fit in the bottle.

Another pair or weird spheres appeared as soon as they finished drinking from the fountain, although this time with a skull under them: one with a pink heart and the other with some kind of purple cup. “hmmm...let's go this way” he waited for the valkyrie to join him.

They arrived at strange of giant boat made of bones, which gave the girl a slight shiver, the underworld was a somewhat gloomy place.

“You'd better take these” he handed her a pair of strange red stones, luckily Chaos had given him a couple more.

“Thank you! “she didn't want to be rude to her savior but... “What are they? ”

“Ah, they're bloodstones. It's best if you stay behind me and the shield, but just in case we get separated, throw them at whoever tries to harm you “he explained before taking her hand and jumping into the boat.

A strange music began to play (where was it coming from anyways?) and two skeletons and some kind of giant gem appeared. One of the skeletons threw a strange pink light that Zagreus easily blocked, though it pushed them back. The boy responded by throwing the shield, though for some reason as it spun around with lightning bolts that electrocuted everyone, he kept blocking with the same shield

“How did you do that?” she asked amused, that would have certainly come in handy for Geirololul and it was a pity they hadn't known of a similar weapon

“Ah...I don't know, Uncle Zeus' aspect does that “ Zagreus answered casually as he hit another creature and the same red mist appeared, though the gem gave the other some sort of force field

“U-Uncle Zeus?” Gods, they were in the underworld, so he must be “are you the son of Lord Hades?”

“Oh, you know my father ?” Poor thing, she had surely been frightened and had fled in terror at the sight of him. The distraction allowed another creature to hit him a little, and suddenly they were surrounded by a dozen hideous skeletons and it was somewhat difficult to staybehind the shield. Geir tried to throw the stones, which although they stunned them a bit, they didn't seem to have done more “well, I need reinforcements...” he made the girl get on his shoulders so as not to leave her behind “Poseidon!”

“Wait, Mr. Hades and Mr. Poseidon are... “before she could finish the sentence, a man with long navy blue beards , tanned skin, a seahorse tiara and with a trident appeared....

“Go get 'em, nephew!...and girl!” he was nothing like the Poseidon she knew...what's more, him being alive to begin with was the biggest difference Geir could think of, what was going on?

She was speeding over some waves with the prince as they ran over all the monsters around them, pushing some of them to the side. A while later the effect wore off, and not a single monster was left standing.

Suddenly, the sphere they had seen before appeared, the boy approached and a laugh was heard: she could see image of a very attractive young man, with dark purple hair, brown skin, a kind of leopard cape decorated with grapes. He was a very unusual god, Geir didn't remember seeing him before.

“Hey Zag...you got a little sister ? Man, Uncle Hades doesn't waste any time, does he?” but who was that ?

“Hey Dio! Ah no no, Geir's not my sister, she's a Valkyrie “maybe he knew what she was, Zag was embarrassed to ask him after that point.

“Ah I see...what's a valkyrie ?” The god sipped some wine in his glass, while offering three possible blessings to his cousin. He wasn't an expert on other people's pantheons

“Mm...this will be useful “ getting the shades drunk was always a good idea, and with his other cousin's blessing it was even better ”oh...I don't know either, what are they, Geir?”

“Well really I'm just an apprentice, my sisters are the valkyries...we take the honorable dead warriors to Valhalla “the underworld was a very different place, plus that specific one was another very strange one....

“Maybe my father knows...Well goodbye, I'll be waiting for you two with a feast as soon as you get to Olympus!” An Olympian? It was strange, she didn't remember his face

“Zagreus...I mean Zag, maybe this is a bad time, but....” Gods , how would she explain it “that man of the waves, was he Mr. Poseidon?”

“Yes, he is one of my favorite uncles...well, I only have two “ and he couldn't tell which one he preferred, for many reasons ”oh you were going to tell me something about father, weren't you ? What's wrong ?”

“Well...I was going to tell you that he and Mr. Poseidon had died, but...” Geir didn't know how to explain it ”gods it's the third time it's happened today, some strange guys vanished in front of me, then a guy playing the ukulele fell down just like me...oh gods, Lester ! “she had completely forgotten about it “you haven't seen him, have you? I don't know him, but I wouldn't want him to get hurt or anything “and that place was very dangerous.

That wasn't good “maybe Charon has seen him, but we'd better find him as soon as possible ”wait, she said something else didn't she? “my father and uncle Poseidon died? I mean father I've already killed him a couple of times, but he always comes back safe...and well, you saw Uncle Poseidon”

“Yes but...it's strange, the Mr. Poseidon I knew was very different, he was blond “and he was in three pieces the last time Geir saw him, but that detail was better left aside.

“There is something very weird happening here“ apparently the girl was not human for example, which made it even stranger that she had fallen there, not to mention everything else she said “let's see if run across find my cousin Athena, she might know what is going on “she was the smartest goddess he knew, besides returning to the house was not an option, he did not know if his companion had the ability to revive if something happened.

Again they went to one of the strange spheres, which had a kind of bag with a skull.

“Why does it always get dark while changing rooms?” The girl asked.

“Ah...I don't know “ it just happened and that was it, he had never questioned it. And Geir was yet to listen to the strange voice that sometimes revealed too much.

They reached the boatman, but upon seeing him, the girl panicked believing him to be another enemy and threw her stone, which bounced off without hurting him.

“Aaaarg....” Said the boatman, who was that ?

“Her name is Geir, sorry about that, she had an incident with a blodless “explained the young man ”maybe I should have told you earlier what Charon looked like ”

“I'm sorry, sir “she didn't even question how Zag could understand him in the first place.

The boatman just nodded, he seemed to have accepted his apology, but still had questions “raaag?”

“I don't know, she says she fell all the way here...and she seems to know father and uncle Hades, but they are different wherever she comes from “ which he still didn't understand ”oh haven't you seen someone named Lester. He's...what's he like ?”

“H-he's a human boy I think, skinny ,with some pimples on his face, curly brown hair, and blue eyes. He had a strange green cloth tied around his arm and he was carrying a ukulele...a combat ukulele “ Geir didn't know that was real but well, that's how he had described the instrument.

“He must be great, I'll ask him to teach me how to use it “he barely played the Lyre but hey, with that one he could practice in his runs.

The boatman shook his head “raaaag”.

“Charon is right, the chambers here change places all the time “ he sighed, it wasn't a good situation ”but we'll find him for sure, take it easy.

“I hope he's all right “ she didn't even know him but that didn't mean she wished him ill , she had already seen many of her sisters die that day, and her brother Hercules...just thinking about them brought tears to her eyes. She felt someone embrace her, she looked up again and it was the prince.

“Don't worry, everything will be fine “Zag didn't know why his young friend was so sad, but he couldn't just leave her like that . He was a little surprised when the girl hugged him back and started to cry, she seemed to need it. He let her vent as much as she needed to, it seemed that something else was making her sad.

The boatman just watched the scene quietly, there were no souls to bring anyway, Thanatos was waiting for the prince in Elysium and Hermes ...well, he didn't really know where Hermes was.

“Sorry, it has not been an easy day “by far it was the worst of her life, and they still had to see if they would win so that the sacrifices of her would not be in vain. She wanted to do something to help, even though she was the youngest of them.

“It’s okay, I'm sorry about what happened to you “ if she didn't want to say it she wouldn't force her. Oh right, they still had to get out of there “hey Charon, here” Zag gave him some coins in exchange for a strange sack.

As he paid the boatman, the bag opened: there was a kind of snowflake, and then an older woman appeared, using clothes that were more appropriate for a long winter

"I trust your ferry-boatman Charon has no qualms about the freezing temperatures up here?" said the woman, though she was surprised to see the little girl” who is your companion, Zagreus?”

“Hello, Aunt Demeter “Zag still didn't know whether to tell her that he was actually her grandson, but well, her mother had asked him to wait...the ten seconds he lasted on the surface last time” this is Geir, she fell here by mistake. She says he's a valkyrie.”

“A valkyrie? I didn't know the one-eyed Norse chief had sent one here “ She knew a thing or two about those frozen lands.

“h-hello, Mrs. Demeter... ”said the girl shyly.

“Well, you can tell me more about your situation when you two manage to get out “and for that, she offered them three rather powerful gifts.

Seeing that he had given a couple of blood stones to Geir, Zag chose something that would help her “this will make them more useful” he told the girl, and the goddess disappeared “and this will make them stronger” he bought some kind of fruit that made the stones glow when she squeezed its juice on top of it

“Raaaar” the boatman suggested that they look for Chaos, if Zag had seen them before, they were more likely to see them again, and he would be of more help than an olympian

“Hmm, you're right “ admitted the prince ”come on Geir! Hopefully we will run into him soon “ he pulled the valkyrie with him to go to the next room, which had some sort of key in its sphere, and again there was darkness.

As soon as they entered the next place, a strange skeleton that seemed to be a dragon threw fired at them. The prince blocked it, but it appeared behind them.

“Leave us alone!” The valkyrie threw one of the stones at it, which this time exploded and froze the creature while some kind of icy lightning struck it until it vanished, to the girl's astonishment.

“Aunt Demeter has cool blessings “ chuckled the young go, he ran with her to the side as a sort of floating skull appeared, though a purple cloud covered it and the head seemed to stop before it took a hit.

There were many enemies. The prince put the shield in front of them, and the girl threw another of the stones: while the beam only hit one, it froze the others, which was perfect for Zagreus to hurl his shield at them which managed to finish off the others.

“We make a great team!” said the prince cheerfully, good thing he had chosen the shield and not the sword for that attempt.

“Yes!” Geir admitted that there was some fun in that, the stones did a lot of damage and they even managed to finish off the last enemies before it was necessary to summon Poseidon.

A key appeared, and as Zagreus took it, a sphere revealed what appeared to be a shield.

“Well, we'd better-” before they took another step, another voice was heard.

“Come with me, son of Hades and youngest of the Valkyries “ how did it know who was there?

“Oh, we are in luck! An entrance to go with Chaos!” wait, Geir might hurt herself going in. He took out a strange egg like object and gave it to the valkirie “Here, this way it's easier to get in.”

“Is it a good idea ?” Geir asked as she accepted the gift. Well they were already walking on islands of lava but hey, better to be safe.

“Yeah, don’t worry “ he took her hand and they both walked towards the voice, to end up in a strange place surrounded by darkness on all sides.

She went in fine, but the boy grunted slightly as he felt a twinge like every time he went in there

“Are you okay?” Geir asked with concern

“Yes, don’t worry…” he was already used to that

“Greetings, son of Hades. Greetings, youngest of the Valkyries “he was an unusual being: their skin was totally gray, but if you looked lower, it was intense yellow, until the darkness merged totally with their body. They had a huge eye in his forehead, like the god Shiva, but this eye had two small eyes inside. They had no abdomen: instead, there were strange heads fused together, all with red eyes. She didn't know if there was anything behind tem, the light seemed to disappear the more you looked at Chaos.

Well it was official, they were the weirdest god (where they even a god?) Geir had ever seen in her life.

“Hello, Chaos! Well I guess you know who's with me “ said the prince very casually.

“I-it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Chaos...” gods, she hoped she didn't offend them.

“I'm not really a lord, child. Nor a lady: I am beyond the genders understood by all beings...but if it's more comfortable for you, you can call me that “well at least there weren't offended ”I see you come to visit us from your dimension ”

“Dimension? Is it something like this place ?” Zagreo asked, why wasn't a little worried ?

“Yes, something like that...it's a place with different gods than the ones you know, son of Hades. Your relatives are there, but they are not the ones you have met” explained the being.

“L-or---lad--- Chaos is right: your father and Lord Poseidon died in combat, their souls disappeared completely, after being defeated by my sisters and their eihenjarr “better clarify that it was that word ” they are humans that my older sister chose to fight to prevent the gods from exterminating humans, us valkyries give them the ability to be able to defeat them ”

“Wow, and one of them managed to defeat father ?” He seemed to completely ignore the small detail where he permanently died “I would love to meet that warrior and your sister, do you think he can give me advice? I still can't manage to defeat him with the cannon or the sword” although there was something else, if she said that her sisters went, and that the gods fought to exterminate the humans, she meant that ”not in all the rounds have the humans won…”

She nodded, though she refused to cry again. Soon she would be a valkyrie and she had to be strong, she would help in some of the rounds with the human she was assigned “my sister Geirololul and her human had just lost theirs when I ran into Lester...”

“Blood and darkness, I'm so sorry “he didn't understand much of what she was talking about, and though for him death was usual, he could tell it wasn't the case with his friend.

“Their deaths will not be in vain if we win “ but well, first she had to go back.

“A noble wish, especially for a being so young “spoke Chaos “both the boy you call Lester and you ended up in places they should not have known...do not fear for him, he returned to his place of origin “ although not entirely safe.

“I understand why you want to go back, but are you sure ?” It didn't sound like a nice death that could await him, and he knew about deaths.

“I can't just abandon them,” said the valkirie

“Then I'll go with you “ maybe he would leave his father waiting for a while.

“I'm afraid it's not possible, son of Hades “said Chaos “it's not possible to enter and leave the same way to the same place, I can help the girl to return, but I won't be able to make you come back “they managed to make a portal different from the others.

“Don't do it, Zag. You should go with your mother “Geir didn't want him to get hurt ”I appreciate your help very much, but it's something I have to do alone.” She took off the wing-shaped clip she wore in her hair, and gave it back to the prince along with the rare object he had given her

“Wait, this is yours” he said as the valkirie gave him the objects.

“Well, it would be nice something you can remember me with, even if we haven't known each other for a long time” she said shyly, maybe he didn't want to.

The prince smiled and ruffled her hair “that's a great idea “god, Zag wished he had something to give her...he took off one of the laurels and put it in the place where the valkyrie had the clip before, and offered her a bottle of a strange liquid “drink it to celebrate when you and your sisters win the Ragnarok”.

It looked like some kind of liquor, which in her pantheon was usual for even children to drink. She hugged the god quickly again “It was a pleasure to meet you, Zag! Give my regards to your mother !” Geir said to the prince before crossing the portal back to his home.

Luckily, she showed up at Brun's office, leaving the liquor there before going to look for her. By the gods, she was supposed to go with a boy named Okita…

Back in the underworld, the prince had entered the lair of the Hydra of Lerna, but instead of fighting, he was talking with the creature.

“Yes, I know Lernie, she's too young for something like that, but she insisted on helping her sisters “the skeletal hydra was closely paying attention ”I hope luck is on her side, at least she took a couple of bloodstones that had Demeter's blessing ”

“Hiiiissssss!” Maybe it was a good sign, if those could hurt her and Lord Hades, they could do something against whatever god it was her turn to face

“I hope so too, though it's a pity I couldn't introduce her to you, you would have liked her “ and it was nice to have some company

“Hisssssss” she would beat them both anyway, as she was about to do with him.

The boy smiled mischievously “we'll see about that...”

On the other hand, in the Elysium, Charon listened quietly to the messenger, who had just arrived

“I'm telling you, boss, it was a strange thing. I was just running, looking for cousin Zag and boom! I ended up where a couple of weird guys were: one was pretty muscly, dressed in a cape and armor, the other like those weird birds that live far away, penguins or something. He had a tattoo on his face, but the weirdest thing was that the big guy claimed to be Ares, and the other one said he was Hermes. I told them it was really weird, because well, my brother Ares isn’t like that at all, and I am Hermes, but he could run as fast as me, so I don't know what to think. I have to tell everything to Zag, although……. “well, the messenger spoke very fast, maybe another day we can know his story”.

[acircusfullofdemons]

GARNET - Are there gods? -🐺👑

[ ASK GAME ] || Eternal Labyrinth is FULL of Gods/Deities! Arcadia has the most by default, obviously, but Earth I & Earth IV have a handful, too. Warning, this got...a lot longer than I thought it would 😅

Earth I

Theia Mortimer — goddess of death

Vitalus Zoticus — god of life

Eloise Jekyll — first angel

Ketrill Hyde — first demon

Josephine "Fifi" Allaway — goddess of time

Emory Warwick — god of space & knowledge

Lucien Jekyll — goddess of order/harmony

Vincent Hyde — god of chaos

Earth IV

Prism — mother of the 7 Emotional Deities, encompasses all emotions

Ares — deity of anger

Hermes — deity of greed

Phobos — deity of fear (+ Harvest aka Harlow Spade, who becomes the new goddess of fear at...some point)

Hercules — deity of determination

Pandora — deity of hope

Eleos — deity of compassion

Aphrodite — deity of love

There's also the 7's first followers & partners:

Orion Guerrero aka The Butcher

Edwin Kramer aka The Merchant

Aurelia Crowley aka The Witch

Cleo Barsotti aka The Hero

Silas Roux aka The Hopeful

Grace Lovatt aka The Merciful

Amanda Lovatt aka The Lover

Arcadia

Alcus (al•cuss) — god of the ocean, rivers, water.

Alia (al•e•ah) — goddess of puzzles, riddles. wife of zagreus. mother of elythia.

Bruma — god of winter, cold. sister of rythsti.

Bytris (bye•tris) — god of technology. often confused for or replaced by vyris.

Calypso — would-be god of imagination, theater. associated with music, dance. son of illulia and joylena. brother of reverie.

Cletho (cle•though) — god of darkness, the void. associated with leadership, fatherhood. father of viktoria and deimos.

Deimos — god of destruction. associated with fear, nightmares. son of cletho. brother of viktoria.

Delphi — goddess of intelligence, wisdom.

Direna — goddess of magic. associated with purple, demons, wolves.

Elliott — goddess of space. also referred to as Mother of the Galaxy, Keeper of Constellations.

Elythia (el•ih•thiea) — goddess of the dead / ghosts, ensures spirits travel to their respective afterlife. daughter of zagreus and alia. caretaker of emrits. commonly goes by “theia (mortimer)”.

Fifi — goddess of time. also referred to as Father Time, Josephine Allaway. has an apprentice, toby reynolds, who is often referred to/confused as the actual god of time. he is most well-known in Earth I/Wonderland and Neverland, mainly for never working properly.

Ignius (ig•nus) — god of battle, strategy. associated with fire, summer.

Ilullia (ill•oo•leah) — goddess of slumber, dreams, nightmares. mother of reverie and calypso. wife of joylena.

Joylena — goddess of holidays, celebrations, marriage. associated with trickery, music, bells. wife of illulia. mother of calypso and reverie.

Lullaby — god of lullabies. son of reverie.

Nynx — god of the moon, dusklight (nighttime). serves as solar's right hand, technically king of the gods but has more respect of a prince than anything else. brother of sola.

Reverie — goddess of daydreams, imagination. daughter of ilullia. sister of calypso. mother of lullaby.

Rythsti (ry•th•st•ee) — goddess of nature. also referred to as Mother Nature. associated with motherhood. mother to zagreus. sister to bruma.

Sola — goddess of the sun, dawnrise (daytime). queen of the gods. sister to nynx.

Viktoria — former goddess of space. see: elliott.

Vyris — goddess of reality. associated with fate, prophecy. often confused for or replaces byrtis in some myths.

Zagreus — god of death. son of rythsti. husband of alia. father of elythia.

Zerlo — god of the weather. associated with storms.

There's other mythological figures & deities but this is just about the Gods + this post is long enough lmao

[colourofthekites]

1, 11, and 23 for the gayming asks :)

1. Platform of choice when gaming? - I play on Xbox One, but it seems I must soon move to the cuboid monolith that is th Xbox Series X

11. Favorite game character? - Probably Zagreus from Hades but I do have a big soft spot and love for Garrus and Kaidan from Mass Effect

23. Do you typically choose to play a male or female character (when asked to pick)? - Tend to play male characters, especially if you can romance NPCs cause my game world gonna be gayyyyy

[hymnblood]

sabazius had no other to turn to in his moment of panic when he arrives in a bright golden flash of light in @cindersteps​’ chambers. he looks unkempt when the glittering light dims, his long braided hair has seen better days as his fingers continued to pull locks this way and that. it looked as if he had seen a horror so inexplainable that the twin remains silent as he paced about. sabazius never paced about, he never looked so horrified. if zagreus was speaking to him, calling out to him in any way, life did not hear it. he did not stop his pacing to look over, this feeling that was welling up inside his chest was one he could not sort out, his feeling of both fear and suffocation, his heart racing for miles and still it would not return.

that is when typically calm hands begin to fan his face, as if trying to wave away these feelings. " i can't - " he finally says, " th - they killed - " he could not even speak in full. his himation already slipping from its perch atop of his head, " i can't breathe - i - i can't "

SOOTHE :  for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack.

[beforecolin]

A NEW TITANOMACHY

Yellow cotton tee with an obscure ass graphic

And this shit is old so you know this shit is soft an cozy

Yellow cotton tee with a cool ass graphic of which i do not know the origins

All i fuckin know is that im based and im gorgeous 

Old buddy burning out at the stop light got the kids crying

Buddy flaring the engine at the stop light got the white moms confused 

I heard my square ass neighbor call that dude a menace

I aint even trippin cause he put me on to hella music

I song i.d.ed hella tracks he blasted in his car from my window

He been bumpin sexy drill way before the city was even on that

He put me on to R2r moe and wolfacejoeyy and i never said thank you

Now that everybody’s on that shit, that shit got hella corny 

Cause every time i walk by he always on some cool shit

I get though bro honestly thats prolly how it should be

I thought cash cobain was hard for like two months now his flows bore me

Now that everybody on it man that shit got hella corny 

I have rejected or at least rebelled against the platonic condemnation of writing as a dishonest distortion of living speech, but i have now begun to experince the truth in the fact of the dishonesty of writing. It is already too much. I have failed. Aand now i succeed myself in becoming honest. It is automatic, yet considered. Fluid, yet fragmented (rococo). The stopping and starting is the path to expressing a real organic shape (notan, mu): a thought line mimics ideals. The concomitant aesthetic values that are associated with classical standards of beauty, a formal essences that exists within a scale from which deviations are novel singularities with their own degrees or kinds of aesthetic pleasure. Executing a technique of inscription with varying degrees  of adherence to the rules of both a conventional practice and  an objective understanding of good design from a cognitive science perspective, or the point of view of perspectival realism founded on an enlightenment model of perspective. The more absolute the deviation from a formal scientific model  of beauty ie applying the golden ratio and principles of design that include scientific approaches to proportion, mathematical curves, etc, the closer this inscription comes to a return to pure matter, l’informe/art brut. The Clash of The Primitives, Or A New Titanomachy: the next birth of the twice born, the return of zagreus, the explosion of the dionysiac into total integration of excess-divinity. The discovery of fragmental organs as fractal perfections, unearthing the perfect as already broken. The reinterpretation of history as essentially orphic, replacing the death on the cross with the myth of dismemberment. Alternative primativisms, each in the future of the other. 

Meanwhile the dope boys still bumpin migos

They hella lame for that for real but i could never tell them

The migos flow kinda ruined rap on god that shit is so lame

But imma keep it moving, stay based, in my lane, doin me

Ceiling designed by Sir Shristopher Wren and exquisitely carved by Grinling Gibbons

That shit got me geeked up 

Real talk im tryna engrave some shit as exquisite as a Grinling Gibbons

It might not be doves but its rats and pigeons wrapped up in some exquisite ribbons

Hell na i dont need no instrumental 

Its impossible to scare me straight thats why they wouldnt let me in the prison 

They tried to lock me up like marquis de sade but they wouldnt let me in the prison

I done been bent the light im michel strangelo now im bout to bend the prism

I can’t believe 03 gredo produced Never Bend

That’s one of the hardest beats of all time time, let alone the song itself

I can’t believe 03 gredo taught Hegel the different samenessess of the in itself and the for itself

I can’t believe 03 gredo came up out that texas pen flexing on some fashion shit, i’m happy for him

Drakeo woulda loved to learn about the changes in styles of french design as they progressed out of the French Renaissance, as they developed and shifted from the late 17th century onward under the rule of Henry IV, Louis XIII, Louis XIV, Regency, Louis XV, Louis XVI and into Empire.

I feel like Drakeo would appreciate the passage from Baroque to Rococo and the distinct characteristics that exemplify the departure from the Baroque into Rococo, i.e. the embrace of classical themes biblical and mythological in nature such as Valor and Exaltation, the subsequent rejection of these themes of high seriousness,  moving away from the supremacy of acanthus leaf ornamentation in favor of a more wild and fluid sense of the comic, embracing a new spirit of movement in stacks of rock, stalagtite forms, broken C and S curves. Yea, i feel like a lot of people in the rap game might fuck with that type of shit, including summrs and acid souljah. Maybe not though idk, i’m just saying that cause it’s based. I don’t fuckin care about what rappers care about, i’m a fuckin rapper and i care about some cool shit so imma talk about it. 

Shout out to my readers aka prolly one or two people. 

Hope you fuckin like it bitch if not than you can suck my dick

Sike you know im playin im just tryna bring that energy

I walk by her every mornin i bet we would have good chemistry

 

I seen this lil cute ass shorty posted in the coffee shop

I could tell she wit it so i told her ass to pop and lock

Drop it for me baby imma see you in the parking lot

I aint got no car but immaa pipe her in the parking lot

Parking lot pimpin wit my shorty now we car jackin

Told her to pick a whip she like so we can fuck inside it

She picked a cool ass one but im not gon say which one cause thas incriminatin

Shorty hit a lick and her head game splendiferous 

Thas a lil story for you bitches just to fantasize 

I aint got no time for ratchet bitches ‘less they family size

Peanut m&ms in her pussy like a movie snack

Munchin on her booty while we watchin classic movie scenes

Critics are saying he’s filtering the bauharoque through based life, supraverting the new clash of the primitives by desublimating the unconscious desires of Art Brut and the new york school of abstract expressionism into an ornamental phase space thereby irrrepressing the fake based in an afterlife with an orphic-like liberatory gestrual cooking dance  technique with a suspicious yet loving embrace of classical themes and annoying, pesky old dusty ass concepts like mastery and power. 

They’re saying he seeks out a new clash of the primitives, calling it the return of the irrepressed as it unfolds in the new Asymbolic titanomachy that is viewed as subtle tug of war of vocabulary through the immediate screens ( also known as a new presentism of screenhood), and upon pressing the tender rewind button from the new orphic afterlife, appears as a tectonic shifting of digbats beneath a nonmusical substrate of unicode, set to a score of the based negative. 

My homie  axed me if  i ever read house of leaves, i said 

bruh im michel strangelo 

of course i have

sike nah ive seen it around and know what it is, 

i feel like i decided not to read it so that i could just write it instead

To which mans replied

Damn okay

OKAY!!!!

That’s turnt!

Everything is mine

I own swag. 

A fallen cherub

Issued by chance, irroyal decree

A kid i fell into milk. (a kid/a goat/ a bull, possibly other ruminants and other big fellas that chew the cud)

It was a disaster. The stars fell as well as the sky, pieces of the undigest sinking through the asymbolic quicks, sinking beneath the waters above the blackest waters of the heavens through the four sections of the stomach the new zeus: nuked rumen, zen reticulum, ornamental omasum, abstract abomasum, each corresponding to a phase of spatiality; point-line-plane-solid, with each dash with its own corresponding triad of shadows: DO, RE, MI / separation, contact, extension / sign, index, icon (pre linguistic, presymbolic, premataphorical) with the prefix ‘pre’  becoming a metaleptic appearance as a precursor to its own retrospective recognition as a grammaleptic antimirroring of these triads with their own uninterpolations of hyle as temporality: instant, interval, succession, duration, a group interpunctuated by: list, anecdote, tale (prelegendary, premythological, before epiphanic and heirophanic) / occurrence,  circumstance, concurrence (precoincidental, before causality and synchronicity) / (excluding planetary interpretations, paradoxically)

 a piece of the sky shaped like a stop sign had fallen on his head when he was sitting under the big oak tree, the Bodhi tree, in the town square. 

Secretly and by great accicendence falling from absolute life into the galactic puddle –the saucer of cream that we left out for the cat, our little galaxy ± A KID – for this IS a song of innocence & experience – º‚·‡fl‚ºªt•‡¶§∞øˆ¨…  did you feel it? That  was a tremble, a solicitation for symbol shifting to inaugurate itself, to be seen as birds through the window

Two birds flying in a calm wind two birds falling through a calm wind

I heard a mother scold her child with too harsh a tone at the park today

I aint gon lie bruh that shit was kinda disheartening 

I feel like a kid i got my bright yellow shirt on 

I feel like a kid im eatin a pb&j wit some chocolate milk

They can’t stand that i’m this handsome and still smarter than them

They can’t fucking stand how god damn eloquent I am

Nobody said they failed yet they call themselves failures and wallow

They know damn well what they signed up for, yet they act like they’re owed something

Fuck all of y’all

all y’all can suck my dick 

they’ll try to undermine you cause they hate themselves to death

I don’t even like to hate but sometimes I become overwhelemed with anger and disappointment

Rare negativity, i identify as a lover not a hater

Hate should bring you shame idk why some of y’all so proud of being hating ass people

Hate to break it to you bruh but hating aint a personality 

Some people wanna be witty so god damn bad and  just start compulsively saying shit really, letting the first dumb ass thought fly out of their mouths after the other person stops speaking in the hopes that their interlocutor stupid enough to assume that because they said it fast enough that it was witty. Even if it made no got damn sense at all

I got news for you bud— POP QUIZ HOT SHOT (dennis hopper as Howard Payne in Speed)

NEWS FLASH WISE GUY. 

Speed does not equal  wit. Fast does not equal smart 

That shit you said real fast just now not only wasn’t clever but it was apropos of nothing

nonsensical AND bullshit. oof, the worse kind. Meanwhile i merely mention fava beans which for whatever the fuck kind of of stupid ass fucking assisine fucked up dumb reason prompted you to shit this little rhtorical gem out of the side of your neck: “clarity just isn’t your M.O. is it?” uhhh for merely naming a kind of bean you’ve weirdly never heard of? Ok… listen. I’m misunderstood. Alanis morristtean irony: like the gust of wind that slams your door shut, leading others to assume it was an act of intent on your part, and that you might be expressing your emotional turbulence, and perhaps you are, but you really didn’t slam the door. This was one of the highest crimes in our household, slamming doors. 

people have their cowardly heads in the sand or up their fucking asses, and then blame me. I’m willing to accept only my accursed share of the guilt fairly and justly allotted to me, only that fine slice of falling sky, guilt pie apportioned out for me by the great arbitrators, which happens to be the same size as the slice for all humanity. 

A kid i fell into milk, a bull i fell into milk. 

A bull because although it may look upon first and second glance like nonsense ( glance-like nonsense, parking lot pimping nonsense), and it very well may BE, my nonsense is never bullshit, cause with the bullshit, i play matador. They can’t stop my boustrophedonic debauchery, they can never fully board the pyrrhic dirigible, tame the maudlin horse, crack the shit shell of the avant-kitsch, and spread it on the walls of the spirit ditch. Though i may look like young stalin mixed with ezra pound, i can assure you that i feel like teletubby swagger. YUNG TINKY WINKY AND IM STILL FUCKIN SWAGGIN i look like lil Laa Laa cause i have televisions in all four of my stomachs on which i watch real children live their lives. Rear window swagger

voyeurism off the richter, welcome to diarrhea city

Never underestimate my savagery, kids go the hardest

Kids are goated, kids aint on no bullshit, 

we knocking down buildings, we knocking down borders

People will target you with their own unresolved bullshit

And with the bullshit i play matador 

Bout to put down the bullhorn and pick up the buhl work

French cabinetmaker André-Charles Boulle work

Yung colin bolton and i care about arabesques 

Scarab flesh, peer into my prayer layer in marrakesh

Undo the accident of separation (the separation of accidents from accidence) only to initiate a new kind of Akzidenz, engraving grotesque faces into the serifs of type, what type of time people ask?  a previtalist duration ( vitalist as in: Read between the lines / What's fucked up and everything's all right / Check my vital signs / To know I'm still alive, and I walk alone)

A nonreductive preternaturalism (with Peter Naturalism already having been courageously initiated by doo doo dog, the lastpre-raphelite ironist of the bauharoque),  a transcendental materialism of green day, and all other bands of color except for the blue man group singing the eurodance hit by Eiffel 65.

did you forget yourself? Or any other phrase used to humble a person

Some communications that i maintain with other quiet initiates feel like the correspondence between levi strauss and jean dubuffet, supportive and curious, on the frontiers of the search for a genuine liberatory exchange

we can come up with a way of living that is beyond praise and blame,  but if we must speak dispraisingly (depressingly), then so be it, but if we must sing praises let real folly be its object, not that counterfit of folly that circulates in such abundance today that it has inflated the value of real folly beyond measure. oh curse it all to hell so much foolishness in the world today! 

ishya man pressure mans 

aka pipe shordies

aka yung pipe layer 

posted in my vamp layer 

indie sleaze bitches off the richter

tripple d shordy fat ass wit the nipples

finna bite her pussy like a shark wit a twizzler

straight A student on my dick like a hooker

riz god vamped up welcome to fucking scotland

wendys breakfast biscuit with the antique boudoir

yellow nipple sharty with the razor blade nail gun

cocaine faggot on my dick like a hustla

suckin bitches off in the shower like a bus driver

i been toting glocks like im santas little helper

nobody understand me cause im gifted and im emo

yea exactly homie i was finna fuckin say that

ancient greek mayo on the sammy like a stray cat

pummel horse pussy with the mack and the strap on

asking for forgiveness on the floor wit my dick out

slizzy off the onions like im stanley fuckin yelnats

kentucky coal miner moonshine when i help bats

locked in the aquarium and im feeling like a thinker

got her wrapped around my finger did i have to let it linger? 

hell na i didnt but shit i went and let that shit linger

i tried to fix that shit but all i really did was tinker

im the savior of worms and i love community service 

yung clock maker im mechanical as shit

brick mason christmas with a question in the ziplock

keep a can of sardines in the crystal cabinet flintlock

aging like a rancher george washington mclintock

asian like an example when i switch the fuckin slip knot

sorry publishers but this is really what it look like

apocalypse enlightenment im a shakespeare lookalike contest finalist lets go

did you get the research chemicals in the gift basket with the fig jam? i left a secret present in the freezer when you get home

all these "artists," give me a fucking break. its complex, i won't go into it again, get me riled up and maybe i will, but overall the term has lost all meaning, to hell with what we call art.

in the spirit of louis aragon, too: fuck all these pseudo intellectuals! charlatans! for i am certainly among them, but to hell with all those who pause before doorways, unaware, this could never be me. But all men are capable of all things.

wow, embiid with the flop and the three to tie it at 69

"that is hilarious, be like yo we takin a charriot"

The nerve, the disrespect to appease the weirdo old white dudes drinking wine watching hockey at Paul's. the bartender switched the kicks game for some Bruins Toronto hockey show.

Like dude, you obviously don't care about basketball, that's crazy. and later he admitted it, saying something weird about the giants. 

when people cheered he said "theres's obviously no nets fans in here, the barclay's center is right up the street" and i'm like dude, come on. and then another guy said "well there aint no nets on the tv's'!" and i'm like thank you

and it was the tv i was sitting right in front of

and I had just given up my spot to a couple that was clearly on some dating vibes.

as a single person you always forfeit the right to claim space for two in the presence of a couple. 

I was sitting at a table, I said, Excuse me, y’all might like to sit here, you should, I'm happy to sit at the bar. They said how very kind. So I got up, but I continued to feel displaced thereafter. 

They're after.

every moment thereafter, but it was funny. he switched the basketball game to the small TV at the end of the bar, and somebody said, after Brunson scored, they said, “who was that?” And this man who was clearly a knicks fan there to see the game immediately said, "why, can't see him?!" at which point he and everyone around burst out laughing. it was the timing, the quickness, it was too good. real wit.

but the knicks got the dub, it don't even matter

Based freestyle in the spirit of the anti-cultural positions 

Some communications that i maintain with other quiet initiates feel like the correspondence between levi strauss and jean dubuffet, supportive and curious, on the frontiers of the search for a genuine liberatory exchange other times: I have no license to confuse, but I do it anyway despite these superimposed confines of regulated knowledge

spit in my direction because my mere presence is a challenge to those weak of character, so frail a self-image, those infested with the most base and pathetic insecurities

you better act like you know! and show some fucking respect

then I guess I'll get all the way out of your way. if my mere presence forces you to feel like you need to take up all the space, I guess I'll just get all the way out of your way then. If it's so hard for you to give a little ground, I guess I'll just get all the way out of your way then. are you so unyielding? Have you forgotten yourself? Have you lost all perspective? i know people who are weak and like to instigate things, they like to back people i to corners with leading questions, they like to lure you into the pathetic rehearsal of their own trite little psychodramas with their limited rotation of talk worn tropes—i even notice men doing it! Hell, even my father. Men who gossip more than their girlfriends or insane wives... god help them! Is this misogynistic? you might say so, but i will deny that whole heartedly, if you think so then be damned, your’re not hearing me. Listen, if you've ever asked me if I was quite proud of myself regarding some trifle of the moment, and in asking this you betrayed the fact that believed for a second that I was in fact, as you put it, proud of myself, then you had me confused from the beginning. And if by asking this it was your intention to pull the rug out from under me, to check my ego, then you misunderstood the assignment. He who is the self appointed poker of holes be god damned, for this cheese is swiss and holy, always already full of holes, full of emptiness. And if i ever had a new lover that asked me what color her eyes are with full intention of revealing my ignorance of the knowledge that they’re green, then you have only succeeded in exposing your own ugly foolishness and lack of faith. If a lover ever tried to set a trap of this kind, one with these childish irritating trick questions (the ugly head of innocence reared), and you she didn't think I knew, then she had me fucked up from the jump. And if you asked this and truly didn't know, then that's on me, but of course i knew— they’re green, for crying out loud! Oh for fucks sake, how could you ask such a thing? But in the other version of the story, the boy was aloof and truly didnt know, and thus got what he deserved— but let us be clear, that boy was not me! Could never have been me. but i know all men are capable of all things. Arbitrators be damned! Children can get their teachers in big trouble by imitating their grandmother's condemning hum, the comedic refrain that condemns to the halls of judgement: "mhm." or drawn out "mmmmmhm." with the tone, “yep, he know damn well what he did.”  this self righteousness that sounds so sweet as the gentlest wind passing through the highest branches of this blooming magnolia or  sycamore. So fresh in the bragadocious gangsterlicious supercali (fragile realistic) fragilistic fragmented magnificence of rapperliciousness, dripping line stalactites, mining these milkshake byways and biodegradable highways for  fossils of rococo rat feet, to speak fax through the beaks of ajax. a fresh star, burst. a fresh start with beggars and jerks, for the cleverest clerks (little kids that play tricks at the counter, like crows), the readers of palms, the eaters of psalms, a bequeather of wrongs in the ether of qualms, but it's not just one, two, three. You get a car! You get a car! You get a car! absolute forgiveness, and  recognition for everyone, oprah style. the forgetting of the coin through unsolicited alms, amen. 

p.s.  "you got any money?" "damn man, i was bout to ask you the same thing!" or "nah man i'm broke too, i aint got no bread brodie" "you a yankee fan?" "yea bro i fuck with the yankees ever since i was a boy" "we enemies then" "oh word? how you live in new york and you boston? thats cursed." "yea, its cursed" "nah but i wish you relentless blessings, blessings be upon you brother, may your cup runneth over, lord knows if my cup were forged i the image of the accursed share, the infiite fount, the gift that keeps on giving, you should rest assured there would be a bottomless well with your name on it, a basin so unfathomable places directly beneath that fount to catch every drop, every drop our faces. 

a group passed by saying they felt like little babies, like curious george on an adventure. i said something similar earlier, or was i the man in the yellow shirt? i know for a fact i have tied this shirt around my head in the summertime. 

[tenebriism]

[ inspo. ] After time itself stopped, Thanatos managed to snap back to his senses. "I'll be… I'll be fine," he reassured in a weak, raspy voice; his words a contrast to the gravely wounded state he was in. "I'll hold him off. But you need to escape, Zagreus… Tell Olympus what happened before it's too late."

( :))) )

Thanatos, oft ( no, ALWAYS ) the voice of collected reason betwixt them, but Zagreus is barely hearing a word he's saying right now when he KNOWS he should be listening. It's the way Than is hunched overtop him right now, borderline GASPING for air as GOLD leaked from the wound Zag KNEW was deep without even needing to look, that has the Prince of the Underworld at a loss for words. His mind isn't catching back up FAST ENOUGH to what has just occurred--- an attack, meant for him, and then, Than had . . .

. . . Than is . . .

" NO. " And there it hits. " I'm not LEAVING you--- what the literal HELL, Than !? " With wounds so grave, even one as powerful and CAPABLE as Thanatos wouldn't make it out of this with his being still intact. Chronos had not come to leave survivors, and if he'd managed to take down even HADES, then . . .

" Don't be . . . d-don't try to be some VALIANT hero, that's . . . l-look at you ! Do you see how much ICHOR you're s-seeping !? " The tremble in his voice, he curses to heaven and back. Why, now, is he letting slip that brave facade of his ? It comes in handy in every other situation and usually gets him admirably FAR, but now, it's failing him. Mayhap because the person he cares for most -- LOVES -- is beginning to dim like a lantern losing its fuel and vibrancy right before his very eyes. " Th-Than, come on, I've . . . I've got you, okay ? I'm not leaving you. NEVER. Please, do not give me that choice. P l e a s e . . . "

@ervaurem ;; ♥

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Zagreus and Meg's relationship arc is fucking great actually