#CHARON MISSES HIM

[weirdasshomo]

the moment i got Charons keepsake n saw this my delulu ass went straight back to charmes train

like H STANDS FOR HERMES!!! CHANGE MY MIND CHALLENGE (IMPOSSIBLE!!)

[paper-lilypie]

the before and after got to me

[sebesun]

Chaaarooooonnn

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

rip elegant-british-bleached-blond-tortoiseshell-shade donning-italian-suit-wearing charon you're the only thing i can't justify losing

[kharonion]

That's Charon. Let's just say... well, he's a loyal employee. Don't mess with me, and he won't mess with you.

It's been Too Damn Long since I've drawn this adorable grumblefuck of a ghoul. 🥴🖤

⊹ available as a print! ⊹

[comfied-chriterature]

Finished the Penacony story and my heart fr stopped at THIS MOMENT

THAT??? That’s love.

And then she LITERALLY died for us.

[ghostofhallownest]

i have little complaint about the scene with charon and cerberus in practicality because i understand it was a detail that can be sacrificed to give scenes like Hades’ room to breathe, but

(a) did we have to lose “we all drowned in a bathtub” that’s An Incredible Line and wouldve taken the same amt of time riordan pls the replacement line was funny but not iconic :(

(b) the point of this post: i am SO sad they cut percy bribing charon, because like, percy’s a manipulative little shit when he wants to be, and it ends up scaring people! i dont have it handy but that scene in HOO where the character POV (annabeth? hazel?) is like… “did percy just manipulate that guy into this choice? on purpose? that’s…disturbingly calculating” —THIS IS A BASIS OF THAT. percy manipulates charon into letting them into the underworld not by throwing a sack of gold at him; he realizes charon wants to bitch and uses that bitching as a doorway in. “you deserve time off [clink] better pay [clink]” (i dont have my book rip the full quote is so funny tho 😭)

like, first of all, the book stresses that percy gets how adults are with alcohol, guy time™️ (derogatory), and money. gabe wastes all their money on poker. he takes any change percy has on him the moment the kid walks in the door. but also, percy mentions throughout the series that he picked up a fair few unethical skills from his boarding schools, too. and this hinted at that, imo. even annabeth was impressed. and that charon ferried them across and then immediately was like “thx for the coin good luck w the dog” —the same couldve been accomplished with charon unlocking a gate for them and then cerberus is Right There. not much would’ve changed.

idk rip “it was a big bathtub” and rip the image of percy slowly stacking drachmas in front of a dude in an italian suit while the guy bitches abt his boss you will always be famous to me

[apheliia]

sometimes i remember that this guy exists

I DO NOT HAVE THE SPACE FOR ALCHEMY STARS RN BUT I MISS HIM SO MUCH HELP

[cannibalspicnic]

little sketch of Ramon Tikaram as Charon in Kaos

graphite on paper

[helianthologies]

killing myself tmrw btw

[littlesolo]

[nogurlstoy]

After headcannoning him as being sort of Thanatos, I like to say Nyx, being both Deaths mother and the literal night sky, constantly watches over her son while he is doing his work she. She does her best to comfort him and be by his side because she knows how much pain and tiredness weighs down on her own child.

Being the literally night however, she can not always be there for him and she might not physically be there to hold him as hard as she can. And it hurts them both because he's the type of person who desperately needs love and reassurance. Yet he is also the type to not be so open about his emotions despite his family knowing better. My boy is straight up EXHAUSTED!

leave me where i lie

[alsofullofflies]

This leads me to assume we missed Medusa and Charon having the fattest gossip sesh previously off screen about his ex who killed him for the fucking fates- peak mlm/wlw solidarity

[oceaneyesinla]

You and Shoto have been dancing around each other for a while. Cautious, lovesick glances when you think the other isn't looking, hiding blushes when your eyes meet. Finding excuses to sit side by side, shoulders and knees brushing as you both pray for the moment to end but at the same time, for it to last forever. You're both scared - scared of what could happen. You both rely on each other so heavily; what happens if you can't make it work?

One of you has to make a move eventually, though. Its inevitable - something just draws the two of you together, orbiting each other like Pluto and Charon, bound to each other by forces beyond your control. In the end, it's you. You're sitting in a hospital bed, nursing injuries from a scuffle with a villain. When you woke up, Shoto was by your side, head resting on the bed as he dozed with his hand wrapped around yours.

You meet Fuyumi's knowing gaze, and you feel your cheeks heat up as she smiles softly at the two of you, "He's been worried sick, you know? I only convinced him to come home for a while because Midoriya-kun agreed to sit with you."

His sisters' voice, though faint, is still enough to rouse him. Lifting his head, you watch as he blinks slowly, seemingly unaware that you're awake. A smile tugs at your lips as you squeeze his hand, and you can't stop the little giggle that escapes you when his head whips towards you, eyes wide and face open. You see shock, then happiness as a smile splits his face, and you hope the hearts in your eyes aren't too obvious - his smile really is beautiful.

They stay a little longer, before Fuyumi reminds Shoto that they have dinner plans with their mother. Shoto is almost pouting as they say their goodbyes, and he promises you that he'll come back soon.

He turns to walk away, and a rush of irrational panic shoots through you. You so nearly missed your chance to tell him how you feel - to tell him that there's nothing more precious to you than his presence, and that his laughter is a melody you'll never get tired of hearing.

You make a split second decision - the only one you could make, really, "Shoto."

He turns back to you, head slightly cocked and question in his eyes. You lift a hand to beckon him closer and he moves without hesitation, stepping into the space by your bed and leaning in when you wave him down.

You push yourself away from the bed, just enough to reach up and cup one cheek while your lips brush against the soft skin of the other. He freezes under your touch and you pull away to assess his reaction. Anxiety is pooling in your gut, but you still appreciate the pretty red blush spreading across his cheekbones.

He stares at you for just long enough that you start to worry you read everything wrong. You're already planning an apology in your head when he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, cradling your head in one big hand for a moment before pulling away to meet your eyes, adoring smile lifting his lips.

"I'll come back after dinner, okay?"

"Okay." As you watch him walk out the door, you're sure that okay has never sounded quite so much like 'I love you' before.

@pixelcafe-network

[hoe4hotchner]

Another idea I have for Hades Hotch & Persephone Reader also has them blending in with humans with Hotch still being the Unit Chief and Reader being a botanist, but this time the rest of the BAU team are also Greek Gods.

Hotch and reader are the only ones who remember being gods, and like to discuss the others and whether they'll remember being gods too, and poke fun at the different relationships the team has compared to their old lives.

The gods I have in mind for each member are:

Reid — Athena

Morgan — Ares

JJ — Hera

Rossi — Zeus

Penelope — Hermes or Aphrodite

Emily — Artemis

You can change them if you think another Greek god fits them

Imposters | [A.H]

Pairing: Hades!Hotch x Persephone!reader | WC: 1.0k | CW: loss and longing, exile and punishment, kind of existential undertones, melancholic tone.

A/N: I changed Reid to Apollo based on a moodboard series that @h0tchnr made a few years ago.

The first time you and Aaron sat down for coffee after another day at the Quantico headquarters, it had been beneath a planter overflowing with marigolds and ivy. The symbolism wasn’t lost on you—bright blooms and creeping vines thriving in the shadow of the lord of the underworld. It was almost poetic, if not a little on the nose.

Mortals might have called it fate, but you knew better. Fate, as the Fates themselves would tell you, was rarely so subtle.

You cradled your mug in your hands, the warmth soothing against your skin, but your mind drifted. The gods may have been scattered, their power diminished, but remnants of their true selves clung stubbornly to their human forms. You saw it in the flash of Penelope’s dazzling smile, in Emily’s ferocity, in the way Derek strode into a room as if it were a battlefield waiting to be won.

“Do you think Morgan’s figured it out yet?” you asked, tearing your gaze from the window, where Derek and Penelope laughed together like soldiers who’d just won a great victory.

Aaron’s dark eyes followed yours, his expression as still and unreadable as the River Styx—oh, how you missed accompanying Charon on his boat occasionally. “Ares?” He took a slow sip of his coffee. “Not likely. He’s too busy trying to win over Aphrodite to notice why he’s so drawn to conflict.”

You couldn’t suppress a grin. “She’s entirely too charming for her own good. Then again, Aphrodite always was.”

“Charm has always been her weapon of choice,” Aaron replied, his voice low, almost reverent.

Your laughter filled the space between you, light and melodic. For a moment, it felt like you were back in another life, in another world. One where your throne was surrounded by endless fields of flowers, and his by the shadowed expanse of his realm. But this was the mortal world, where you were no longer Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, and he was no longer Hades, its ruler.

Still, you both remembered.

“She’s not the only one,” you mused, your gaze shifting to Spencer, who was absorbed in a book across the room. “Reid might piece it together eventually. Apollo’s curiosity will get the better of him. It always does.” Aaron chuckled quietly, a rare sound that felt like it was meant only for you. “Apollo always fancied himself all-knowing, but even he can be blind to the obvious. He’s human now, just like the rest of them.”

That was the cruelest truth of it all. The others didn’t remember. They lived their mortal lives, echoing their divine personalities, oblivious to the power and grandeur they once held. And you and Aaron? You sat in silence, watching it all unfold.

Your eyes drifted to Emily, standing apart from the others with her arms crossed, her gaze sharp and watchful. Artemis, goddess of the hunt, protector of maidens, and champion of independence. She carried herself with the same fierce grace she always had, though she was unaware of it now.

“Do you ever think we should tell them?” you asked softly, your words barely audible.

Aaron didn’t answer right away. Instead, he watched the others, his gaze lingering on Rossi—Zeus himself, laughing boisterously as though his thunder still rumbled—and JJ, her poised demeanor a quiet testament to her role as Hera.

“And what would that change?” he asked at last, his voice steady but tinged with the gravity of someone who had borne the weight of a throne. Who knew the issues it would cause. “We were exiled for a reason.”

You nodded, though the ache in your chest remained. Whatever crime led to the gods’ fall, it was severe enough to shatter Olympus and scatter its rulers among mortals. Now you lived among them, stripped of your divine power, haunted by memories of what once was.

Still, in the chaos of this second life, you’d found each other. As always. Aaron’s hand brushed against yours, his touch grounding you. “We have each other. That’s enough,” he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of an oath made long ago.

“For now,” you replied, your smile bittersweet.

But as you watched the others, their mortal facades wearing thin under the weight of their forgotten divinity, you couldn’t help but wonder: How much longer would they remain in the dark? And when they finally remembered, would the mortal world survive the return of the gods and their wrath?

The next time it happened, it was late afternoon. The sun hung low in the sky, casting shadows over the city streets. You and Aaron had taken a detour from your usual route home, walking past the row of shops where the scent of fresh bread mingled with the distant scent of fresh-cut grass.

Then you saw it—just for a split second, a dog running across the sidewalk, its movements eerily familiar. The way it barked and wagged its tail, the way its fur shone in the golden light. You froze.

Aaron noticed your stillness immediately, his eyes narrowing. “What is it?”

You blinked, but the image of that dog remained—its three heads swirling in your mind like a forgotten dream. Cerberus, once your companion, now reduced to this—an ordinary canine in a world where gods had no power.

Your heart sank. “Do you think we’ll ever find him?” you asked quietly, your voice trembling ever so slightly.

Aaron’s brow furrowed as he followed your gaze, the intensity of his thoughts mirrored in his eyes. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, his thumb brushing over the fabric of your jacket. “I’m working on it,” he said, his voice steady despite the sadness in his gaze. “But a three-headed dog turned into a single-headed one is not so easy to track down. Especially when he doesn’t even know he’s ours anymore.”

You swallowed hard, the ache in your chest spreading. “He was always so loyal. To you. To us.” Cerberus had always been more than just a guardian. He had been a symbol of your connection to the Underworld—loyal, protective, and steadfast. He had been your first real friend when you had arrived in the underworld. And now, like everything else, he was lost.

“We’ll find him,” Aaron promised, his voice carrying the weight of the oaths he’d made. “We always do.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and nodded again. Maybe the gods had been cast down, but you and Aaron—Persephone and Hades—would never stop searching for the ones you’d lost.

[sea-buns]

see this is why i cant miss a live ep cuz now its wednesday and i have class tonight and the hades 2 hyperfixation has kicked back up in full force and bh is gonna be so small on my phone while my attention is so damn split cuz the oath of the unseen is calling my name

Gonna miss the cr ep tonight cuz I'm out of town but u bet ur ass I'm liveblogging that monday upload