#Heir to Olympus

[pinkiemachine]

I was today years old when I learned that 1970s live action Wonder Woman show had MULTIPLE OUTFITS THAT DIANA COULD TRANSFORM INTO and I had some ideas…

WWII 👇

Etta Candy 👇

[valzhangism]

sometimes i wonder what exactly the zhang family business is... the only information about it (as far as i know) is that it's an "import/export business" but it's never specified what exactly they are importing and exporting. food? clothing? firearms? the idea of frank's family being this giant shady criminal company while he himself has no idea about it is kind of hilarious.

[gingermintpepper]

As I usually do when I'm ill, I've been thinking a lot about Argalus and Clio and really, sometimes I wonder if the reason why Clio didn't take more records of her family is because she simply couldn't bear to.

There's a compulsion to make Aphrodite's curse on her something purely out of anger, and sure that was definitely part of it, but more and more, I'm tempted to think that she also wanted Clio to learn compassion. History and record keeping tends to make one jaded. You look at things through the lens of patterns and natures - it's easy to commentate and make logical decisions when you always have the benefit of hindsight -- we look unfavourably upon Aphrodite and Ares' affair but Aphrodite in particular was stuck in a miserable, loveless marriage, which is not only terrible from an emotional perspective but was also directly humiliating to her as the Goddess of Love and Passion. Getting caught and made a mockery of in such epic fashion is just as strenuous, and for the scribe of history herself to tell you off when you're venting about it -- things might have been different if Clio was a little more comforting is all I'm saying.

Falling in love and having a family of her own probably taught Clio a lot. Not just the joys she so often recorded, but also all the tragedies. She lived a full life as a mortal - a beloved queen and mother, a wise counsel and friend, a pillar and a teacher. She also buried three of her children, starting with her firstborn, saw one of her daughters married into a cursed family and had her life as a mortal completely swept up by the hand of fate and the divine.

Idk, sometimes I just think that one of the explanations for these tales being lost is because Clio experienced them not as the ever-recording Muse of History but as Clio of Amyclae, queen and mother.

[s1utlvr]

Boredom ❊

Leo Valdez x Fem!Reader Smau

Synopsis: a day in the city with ur favorite boy!!

a/n: GUESS WHOS BACK!!!!! Anyways just started rereading The Lost Hero and Leo really is just so ugh anyways trying to get out of my writing slump but for now here’s this. Faceclaim for Leo is Marcel Ruiz!!

DIRECT MESSAGES

Leolikeleo: Do you wanna go somewhere with me?

Y/n.y/n: Like on a date?

Leolikeleo: …..like to the Home Depot in manhattan

Y/n.y/n: Leo what 😭

Leolikeleo: We can look at the light section and I’ll get you lunch

Y/n.y/n: deal

Leolikeleo added to their story

First date kinda nervous 😓 @y/n.y/n

y/n.y/n added to their story

shoutout to the stranger who airdropped this to me @leolikeleo

y/n.y/n added to their story

Is ur boyfriend normal or does he get excited whenever they bring out the forklift at Home Depot??

@leolikeleo replied: you are so mean 😞

leolikeleo added to their story

What if we kissed in the Home Depot light section?

@y/n.y/n replied: I’m right here Leo

leolikeleo: but you’re being mean 🙄🙄

y/n.y/n added to their story

BRO IS DEFINITELY GETTING SPITED‼️

♫ Gasoline By HAIM (feat.Taylor Swift)

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y/n.y/n: strike a match, strike a match, watch it blow

COMMENTS

seaweedbrain: What do you know about New York🤨

y/n.y/n replied: Manhattan🔥🔥

pipecleaner: Without me??? LAMEEEE

y/n.y/n.replied: miss you babe 😪

leolikeleo replied: womp womp 🙄

♫ Where the flowers bloom By Tyler the Creator (feat. Frank ocean)

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Leolikeleo: My hot funny beautiful amazing girlfriend who I love very much took this picture 👍

COMMENTS

y/n.y/n: Can confirm!!

a/n: This may suck and flop but this was actually so fun to make……I wanna write for leo now

[kbkirtley]

Let me introduce you to the White Knight’s titular hero, Lance Locke, through similar characters/character inspirations!

If you’re a fan of characters like Percy Jackson, Adrian Everhart/Sentinel, Westley/Dread Pirate Roberts, or Jack Swift, you might find a new favorite character in The White Knight!

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[flowerish-cherry-blue]

book recommendation list #2

• the phantom of the opera by gaston leroux [gothic romance]

• the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde [gothic novel]

• the heroes of olympus by rick riordan [ya&greek mythology]

• the selection series by kiera cass [romance&dystopia]

• lovely vicious series by sara wolf [romance]

[lordkingsmith]

@augment-techs

Given the general tragedy of Hades and Persephone and Zeus being a meddling bastard…I very much like the idea they got at least three to themselves.

For my interpretation I’m going with the “Hades and Persephone had three daughters”

Their gaggle will include these three, Zagreus (son of Persephone and Zeus), Melinoe (due to trickery daughter of Persephone and Zeus), Plutus (son of Hades and his first wife and queen of the underworld, a mortal nymph named Leuce-she’s the tree the Olympic laurels come from. She blessed Heracles. Important for the next kiddo), Makaria (either daughter of Hades and Leuce or daughter of Heracles. I’m halving the difference here. In my story, she was adopted by Hades)

And then Megaera, Alecto, and Tisiphone for kids they got to have together. No adoption or cuckoldry necessary.

I find the Royal children of the underworld fascinating lol. I gave them parts to play. I also am trying to make sure I keep parentage consistent with at least some myths and cohesive to my reinterpretation

[meeghanreads]

Top 5 anticipated reads for Q4 2024

Hello friends!! Welcome to Top 5 Tuesday!! This week’s topic is top 5 anticipated reads for Q4 2024!!  It is the LAST QUARTER for 2024!! ARGHHHH!! Which means it’s our final chance to scream about new books coming out this year. LOL, only joking. We should always scream about new books. Because books. Also, I only got through October releases… So maybe my freebie later this quarter will continue…

[amphitriteswife]

Heir

Pairing: Emperor Geta x wife reader

Warning: nsfw content. Also he’s hairy because i say so okay. You are too because it’s normal to have hair there. I’m bad at smut. Idk squirting ig

Summary; Geta was thinking about having a child after you once held one in your arms, unknown that he was experiencing baby fever.

Note: i’m seeing the movie next monday aaaaaaahhhh and it got cringe to write this sorry🥲

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Geta walked up to your chamber, he had just gotten back from visiting another temple. This time the temple of Juno. He had visited Venus last week and found that it was pretty effective. His cape was dragging on the cold, flat tiles. He hadn’t seen in you in a while even if you were his wife. It was common for you to spend your time occupied with something or with someone else. It’s not like you hated him, no. He knows that you love him and only him. But the duty of the empress calls just as often as the duty of the emperor. The last time he had seen you was when the both of you sat in the throne room, you holding a baby and giving your blessing to the little one. He doesn’t know why, he really doesn’t. But that interaction had sparked something in him. You were holding the baby so gently, and it looked up at you as if it could feel your gentleness. The way your eyes held a soft gaze, something you only shared to the peasants and children. You looked so motherly that it made him wonder: what would it be like if you indeed had a child? Ofcourse he knows that such a thing is not an easy task nor job.

He knows that in the early staged when the two of you were just newly wed, that you didn’t want any children. You found it to be too soon. Too much work. He knew your stance on it. It meant your life was now about the child on top of being and empress and wife. There was going to be a lot on your shoulders if you indeed had his child. But apart from that, it also raises the discussion of the baby being a boy or a girl. Most would think that a boy would be the ideal child, it would take over his legacy and conquer more land. It would be a good emperor and continue his bloodline. Yes it always had been like that. But girls are cuter, and he can’t deny that girls usually seem to be daddy’s children. Besides he has his brother who counts as a child…having a girl doesn’t seem so bad…men just exaggerate. Yes. They’re just dramatic. Baby girls are cute. Geta snickered to himself as his mind wandered to images if him holding a baby girl in his arms, brushing her hair and her smiling at him. She’ll be so cute! But…his mind also wandered to images of having a son, teaching him how to use a sword or spear…making sure he turns out into a great man, husband and emperor….oh gods on mount Olympus help him. He can’t decide. He wants both. They’re both so cute. So little. His heart feels as if it’s about to burst. Geta’s footsteps came to a halt, his eyes wandering over you. You were eating pomegranates…it made him sigh. You always had a fixation on Proserpina and Pluto. Many often even feared to speak their names yet here you are, eating the fruit they symbolize. But then again, it’s not like he doesn’t know you. It’s such a you thing, being so daring. It makes you sexy. He noticed that you were reading something. Probably about taxes. At least that’s what he assumes. His eyes lingering on your stomach…he feels weird, did you notice him being weird too?

‘What are you staring at emperor?’

The question made him let out a stunned sound. He hadn’t realized that you were looking at him while he was staring. Did you notice something? Should he tell you? Yes, he should. It’s making him feel very weird and he really wants it. Besides, it won’t hurt to have a conversation about it right? Yes you had your stance but maybe you changed your mind? After all you had grown to love him and he loved you back. Perhaps you shared his desire to have a child? It won’t hurt to ask. He walked over to you, his heart a pumping a little faster, he didn’t necessarily feel nervous…just a little…scary. His hands fumbling a little with his cape as he sat down next to you on the sofa. Placing your legs in his lap and rubbing your them.

‘Empress…do you have a moment?’

‘Yes, speak your mind emperor.’

‘I wish to have a child with you…i am uncertain as to why i suddenly feel this way, but it has been on my mind for quite a while. I do not expect to have one right away. But i would like to actively try for one.’

Your silence made him a little nervous. Did you not feel the same way? He doesn’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to. It’s just an idea…an idea that makes him feel very aroused and made him lay awake for many nights. He feels embarrassed, embarrassed that his mind is filled with such scenarios. He wants to try for a baby. Oh my gods he wants to have a baby. He has to make one…which means he has to has sex with you! His expression turned a little shocked. He totally hadn’t thought about that. The two of you never did it before. Venus help him! He can’t take this!

‘Emperor? Hello? Emperor! You look like a gaping fish!’

‘Ah- uhm sorry i was thinking about…stuff.’

‘Oh…okay…but to answer your question, i had been thinking about the same thing.’

The room was filled with the sounds of pleasure, mainly Geta’s voice overpowering any other. Even the sound of skin coming into contact with one another, his hand’s were holding your hips, moving along with your figure going up and down in an unsteady rhythm. He knows that you’re doing it on purpose. He knows it, you’re trying to make him come first. The many rings around his fingers felt cold against your skin, making you shiver when they moved along with you. Geta watched as he saw himself disappear into you, he could feel the wetness of your pussy staining his ginger pubes. His lips came unto contact with your neck, licking along side it and sucking onto your skin, he took his hands away from your hips and instead wrapped your arms around you. His mouth dry from the moaning and groaning, geta’s fingers reached for your folds, his lips pressing onto yours as he rubbed his fingers against your clit. His middle finger flicked against your clit, rubbing and stimulating it until he felt a sudden gush of warm liquid against his hand and a strangles of moans from you. Geta smiled and grabbed your face with his other hand, making you look back at him and pressed his lips against yours, the insides of his mouth invading yours. His eyes focused on the wet spot on the bed.

Geta moaned in your mouth before pulling away. He flipped you on your back, pulling your legs over his shoulders and leaning into you. His hands grabbing his heavy cock and gently pushing the tip inside of you. His voice was deep and hoarse when he whispered in your ear.

‘There we go…shhh…it’s okay…I’ll make you feel good okay?’

He moved slowly, only letting the tip enter your body and holding you steady, his voice laced a little with concern. He patted your pussy with the tip of his fingers. The soft and gentle touch to your sensitive clit making you groan a little.

‘Are you holding on my empress?’

He chuckled when you nodded at him and placed another kiss onto your lips. Geta hummed in your mouth and gave you a wink, his other hand stroking your hair. You’re holding on so well. You deserve a reward.

‘Think you can take it all? We’ll do it slowly okay?’

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Could you write for a female concubine that both Geta and Caracalla are in a relationship with?

The concubine of two gods

Geta/Caracalla x concubine!reader

warning : comfort, kissing, touching, mention of smut (rather smutish) nothing explicit, no use of y/n, nicknames : sun, heart, goddess

Summary : Her past uninteresting, her future uncertain, but in the present she had her place, she belonged to the emperors of Rome. A single concubine for the care of two gods, two men who desired and possessed her. She was theirs and had no choice but to obey...

info : Thank you so much anon for the request, I am so pleased to get one for Gladiator II. I love the idea, I wanted to do something similar myself someday, so this fits all the better. Have fun reading ;)

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A scandal in the eyes of the senate, two emperors who had only passed their twentieth birthday a few moons ago without an heir were having fun with a concubine rather than looking for a wife.

But the Senate's secret was kept under wraps and the people hardly noticed, so Emperor Geta and Emperor Caracalla were all the more furious when the golden hands were placed around their handsome possessions.

The blue eyes of the imperial siblings had settled on them, both had been on a quest for something more fun, someone who was not tainted by lowly origins.

A woman who was a nobody and lived only for the bedie, ,,Give us our desire and we'll give you the world” Geta had promised her when he had put the tight gold bracelet on her, engravings of Apollo carved into it. It belonged to Geta and the chain that could be attached to the gold bracelet had a leather handle made by Caracalla.

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Emperor Geta

°For Geta it was Olympus, the sky he could turn to at any time when he disappeared from the light of attention. After a Senate meeting or a visit to the Colosseum, she was waiting for him, would always find him and he didn't have to search to catch sight of her. ,,My heart” he greeted her, placing a kiss on the back of her hand, kissing the golden rings he had made for her, she was his property.

°Above all, he could do anything he wanted with his property, satisfy his lust for her in every conceivable way. At night in his chambers, he went to her under the furs and pillows, saw the emperor without make-up and golden clothes, while he ran his hands over her golden body. Lips that tasted hers, that kissed and tasted her body, grips that would leave colorful stains like a mosaic and two bodies that demanded lust, ,,My...you are bound to the emperor” he reminded her and fingers closed tightly around her jaw.

°As lustful as nights and days could be, she was just as magnificent when she was at his side. He appeared with her in the safety of the palace, two gods whose hearts seemed to wander through the corridors, ,,More divine than they will ever be” she flattered him and adjusted the golden laurel wreath before they entered the senate together. With her at his side, he had the missing piece in his government, what he had in ideas and plans, she had in eloquence and influence behind him to make it happen.

°His past known to her but hers all the more mysterious, something that harmonized when they joined forces in the Senate against the "false" friends and he held her hand as they witnessed the stabbing of some senators, ,,Thanks to your grace" he whispered to her, a hot breath and a kiss on her neck a sign for more, for the night. But especially when the sun went down and the moon came out, the light of the goddess gradually lost its meaning and only the young man Geta remained, without make-up, without gold, only with a name that she spoke with her lips.

°When he lay there on the bed in pillows and furs, the goblet of wine in his hand and looking vulnerable, she was there to keep him from being alone with his thoughts. She would run her hand through his hair, kiss him and run her hand over his hands where the gold lay, ,,You will never lose your power...my Emperor” she would murmur to him, looking over the rim of the goblet at him and resting her hand on his chest.

°Two hearts that beat the same in dark hours when the burden of a ruler becomes too much. For when her olive ring felt too tight, he was there to loosen it, a reminder of his power, but in the same breath it was he who wrapped his arms around her, not letting go because he needed her not only physically, but also to have his human side protected by her.

°Above the gold, he and she were two gods when they wanted to be, but underneath they were two humans caught up in a larger thing. Love and devotion was the only thing holding them together before they became Emperor Geta and his nameless concubine again with the rising of the sun...but with the sun, a second desire settled over them, one with a lust for blood.

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Emperor Carcalla

°Caracalla did not see the divine when he saw her, he saw an amusement that never ended. Like a personal spectacle, a coliseum, a fight, a never-ending blood...more like a pet he dragged behind him on a leash...but in the figure of a woman in whose arms he wanted to lie when his existence became too heavy.

°His interest in politics was hardly an open secret, he could hardly make decisions himself without Geta being there. But now that he had the need, the desire for something for the first time, he didn't let himself be dissuaded. ,,If brother gets you at night, I'll take you during the sun,” he made his intentions clear, his smile revealing the gold tooth, the same sound of the leash rattling as he started to move and she had no choice but to follow.

°A follow she did day in and day out from the colloseum where she sat next to him, his hand wrapped around hers, sharing his excitement with her when one of his gladiators killed the opponent and blood spurted through the counter, ,,You bring us luck sun!” he proclaimed and a kiss as a reward. An intimacy he lived out with her in a different way what Geta wanted to have control over, Caracalla wanted to see everything free from her.

°When lights from the sun were reflected in mirrors, the emperor's chamber was illuminated and a trail of blood ran around the room, a throaty moan could be heard every now and then between the laughter. ,,Wonderful! My goddess is as beautiful on the outside as she is on the inside!” he shouted as if he were entertaining an audience as he applied the knife once more, her naked body ran across the room, the chain slept across the floor and one of Caracalla's hands lay on the knife while his other lay under his toga.

°Despite his fits, he knew better than to take her than to pursue his lust physically with her, but both benefited from such a game. With each thrust as he pulled her to him, her skin warm and bleeding, her gasps and moans as he kissed her just to taste and lick her blood, his amusement grew, ,,Such a good king,” she replied, the pleasure in his eyes turning to a smile and another moan leaving his lips.

°Despite all the blood and lust, he was eager for her anchoring, for the woman in whose arms he loved to lie like a child who could do no wrong. A child who listened to stories of war, he giggled when another one died and stretched out to her touch when she gently stroked his cheek and gave him a kiss on the head, ,,My handsome emperor” her praise turned him on, soothed him and made him clasp the chain tighter.

°For Caracalla she was everything, a wife, an entertainment, his desire, the mother he ever wanted to have and he was almost like a child born with a golden tooth in his mouth. A king who was addicted to her and her feelings for him went deeper than that of a concubine and her emperor, it was recognition and love that united them both when the sun was in the sky before she went back to his brother at night because she was sworn to both of them for all time.

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@potatoesenpaii , @sigiismunda , @cottoncandiescupcakes , @somepallings , @abundance-of-fic-reblogs , @trampstampbrbie

@orphdices , @k-yurieee

[pinkiemachine]

More Wonder Woman outfits…

‘69 👇

WWI 👇

Etta Candy 👇

[fan-kingdoms]

extremely silly epic the musical thought:

so imagine that everything in ithaca has settled down, suitors and families dealt with, kingdom up and running, etc. now that there isn’t an active crisis in the country, athena has to return to her usual godly duties and can’t be around all the time— she still drops in to train telemachus and check on the general state of affairs, but she can’t Always be on ithaca when she has an entire domain to rule over/business on olympus. so she comes by less often, which telemachus is obviously very sad about (she is kind of his only friend, after all)

and now imagine athena, who obviously cares about telemachus very much (and is well acquainted with his not-so-subtle abandonment issues), deciding to leave a token with him to comfort him during her absences. so she tames an owl for him, a beautiful barn owl with a massive wingspan and honey-colored feathers, because of course her student/friend deserves nothing but the best

(more under the cut bc i care for your dash)

athena gives the owl to telemachus so A. he has a loyal animal companion again (he’s been down ever since argos passed) and B. so he knows that athena might be away from ithaca, but she’s never really gone, she’s still with him

telemachus is overjoyed and he names her after one of athena’s many epithets: Acraea, meaning “of the heights” (yes, because she’s a bird. he’s not the most creative prince on the planet). and he absolutely ADORES this owl. takes her everywhere with him— to the marketplaces, on the royal hunting grounds, she even sits on the arm of his chair while he and his parents hold court. no one sees telemachus without seeing acraea perched on his forearm, or on his shoulder, or even plopping down right on his head when his arms are busy (he looks especially silly like that, average-sized prince with a very large bird roosting in his hair, but no one would dare to tell him. not because he is the prince, but because he looks so entirely happy that they don’t want to ruin it)

so everyone knows about telemachus’s (very large, very beautiful) owl friend acraea

at this point— after the trojan war, the slaughtering of the suitors, athena’s odyssey-canon appearance in order to stop more bloodshed— it’s common knowledge on ithaca that athena favors the royal family. the bards sing about odysseus’s patron all the time, and telemachus is the heir to the throne.

so now imagine. that the wires got crossed somewhere and now the entirety of ithaca thinks prince telemachus is casually carrying the goddess of wisdom around on his arm.

it all makes sense— it’s very clearly a special bird, with its size and the way its feathers seem to glitter in the light, it is attached to the ithaca royal family (it sits court with them! it must be advising them!), and it literally has one of athena’s names. that has to be it, right? right??

and one day at the market telemachus notices that more people are bowing to him than usual. as the prince, he’s used to signs of respect, but he always considered himself friendly and approachable. one of the fishermen even kneeled to him as he walked past, isn’t that strange? and when one of the guards asked him to come over to the armory and help take stock of their weapons he seemed to direct his eyes at acraea when he said “if that’s alright with you.” at first telemachus thinks it’s an odd series of coincidences, until one day a servant who came to his room to deliver a message bowed to his owl before even addressing him

and on one hand telemachus wants to immediately clear up this misunderstanding so people will stop being weird to him (and his owl) again. on the other hand, the opportunity to royally fuck with the entire island is just too good to pass up and who knows, athena might find it funny

so he starts talking to acraea more often and more loudly, publicly asking her for advice and pretending to consult with her before he makes a decision. he has her fly beside him more often to show off her wings, and best of all, he brings owl treats with him everywhere to see the look on people’s faces when they see him feeding “athena” a treat and telling her to behave. odysseus is mildly concerned that using athena’s image like this might offend some god and cause them more issues all over again. penelope thinks it’s fucking hilarious.

TLDR: athena gifts telemachus an insanely pretty owl so he doesn’t miss her too much post-odyssey and now all of ithaca is convinced that telemachus’s emotional support animal is actual literal athena

[hunterofartemis7]

Adopted by the gods AU pt.15

Anticlea: *holding an ice pack that Hera gave her to her cheek*

Laertes: *sitting by his wife rubbing her back*

Zeus: I deeply apologize for the way my daughter acted today. She is never like this. I assure you, she will be punished for thi-

Laertes: thank you lord Zeus, but that won’t be necessary.

Apollo: your wife got slapped in the face twice by one of the eldest goddesses on Olympus and you don’t want her punished? Bro you need better priorities.

Laertes: I at the very least want her to apologize for..that and for us to figure what ACTUALLY happened that night. I don’t believe Lady Athena just took him and made up this story of us abandoning our son. Something had to have gotten lost in translation the night she found him.

Aphrodite: found her! *dragging Athena in by her arm*

Athena:🙄

Hera: *crosses her arms* Athena. Do you have something to say?

Athena: I’m only here to find out what really happened my son.

Aphrodite: *elbows her in the ribs*

Athena: ow!

Hermes: *flies in* okay! Got the spell from Hecate!

Anticlea: what does that do?

Hermes: this will show us what really happened, from both your perspective.

Zeus: and when this is over, you will apologize to the queen first the way you acted

Athena: *rolls her eyes* when it shows my son was abandoned, those people will stay the fuck away from my kids.

Hera: and when it doesn’t, you will return both boys back to their home kingdoms.

Athena: THE FUCK I WILL!!

Hermes:….okay! Let’s get this show on the road! *throws the vial on the ground and blue mist surrounds them, showing a vision from the day Odysseus was taken*

*The vision shows baby Odysseus being taken from his crib in the middle of the night by some random man. Laertes sends the guards out to chase the men and they follows him to the waterfall, where he throws the baby off the edge. It then shows Athena catching baby Odysseus and hiding behind a tree when the guards look over the edge for. It shows the guards leaving and Athena taking the baby back to Olympus. She flies to the palace where the captain tells the king and queen that their son has died and his body wasn’t found. What Athena heard made it sound like the king and queen planned to kill Odysseus, but in reality they were just in shocked that their newborn son was dead. She had flown off before she could hear the queen break down in tears*

*the vision ends, and all the gods look between Athena and Anticlea*

Hermes:…….so at least we know this was a huge misunderstanding *laughs nervously*…this is awkward.

Anticlea: I told you I never abandoned my own son.

Athena: he’s not your son

Anticlea: are you still going to be like that!? You just saw with your own eyes what really happened—

Athena: and that doesn’t change the fact that neither you or your husband actually looked for him, and I’ve been the one raising him for the past 11 years! You might have given birth to him but he is my son!

Anticlea: need I remind you that you were the one who hid him when he fell!?

Athena: he would’ve died if I hadn’t!

Zeus: BOTH OF YOU ENOUGH!!!!

Anticlea and Athena: *shut up*

Zeus; where is the boy? He needs to know the truth

Odysseus: *comes out from under the table with Diomedes* right here grandfather, and I heard everything.

Zeus: well that saves me some work.

Athena: Odysseus…

Odysseus:….*runs up and hugs her*

Diomedes: *follows and hugs her too*

Athena; *drops to her knees and hugs them both close*

Hera: Odysseus, since you heard what really happened, it seems you have a choice to make.

Odysseus: *let’s go from the hug* what do you mean?

Athena: yeah what do you mean?

Hera: the boy knows he’s the real heir of Ithaca, and that he wasn’t abandoned as you previously said. So it seems he has a choice; stay with you till he turns 18, or go with his birth parents now.

Athena: over my dead body is he going with them!

Hera: you don’t get a say Athena.

Athena: he is still underaged and I’m still his mother! There is no choice to be made here!

Apollo: wouldn’t Anticlea have a say in this since she’s his birth mother?

Athena: stay out of this!

Apollo: yes ma’am!🫡

Athena: and no she doesn’t because she didn’t raise him!

Laertes: lord Zeus, if I may. I don’t want to lose our son again after just learning that he is in fact alive, but I don’t want him taken away from the woman who’s raised him either. Isn’t there some kinda of compromise we can come to?

Odysseus: how about we forget this whole thing and I stay with my mom and brother?

Hera: the boy needs to learn how to be king Athena.

Athena: I can teach him that. Besides he has 7 more years before he can even become king!

Artemis: than just do that. Both boy stay with Athena till their 18, and in that time she will teach them how to be kings.

Laertes: or at the very least until they need to become kings

Artemis: what he said.

Hera: I suppose that could work. Athena? Could you comply with this?

Athena: *sighs* if I must.

Odysseus: what!? Mama I don’t want to leave you!

Diomedes: me either!

Aphrodite: you won’t be leaving her immediately, just when you become adults. By then you’ll be sick of her and want to leave anyway

Athena: hey!

Odysseus: *clings to her leg* never!

Diomedes: *clings as well* yeah! We’re never leaving mother!

Zeus: you both will when it is time for you to become kings. End of discussion.

Anticlea: wait, does this mean I still won’t get to see my son for another 7 years?

Zeus: well—

Athena: that’s exactly what that means

Hera: Athena!

Athena: I’m not going to make Odysseus go somewhere he doesn’t want to!

Zeus:..*sighs* if the boy wants to visit his birth than he shall, but he cannot be forced.

Athena: *mumbles* thank the gods.

Odysseus: *buried his face Athena’s side* yay

Diomedes: *does the same*

Athena: *holds them close*

Hera: now I believe there’s still the matter of an apology that you owe Anticlea for slapping her.

Athena: *rolls her eyes* I’m sorry I hit you, after you called me a bitch in my own home😑

Zeus: just go

Athena: *takes her kids hands and leaves*

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How would be dead royalty au zagreus with his own queen/king of the underworld? He would want heirs? I just want the fluff before the heavy stuff appears(yandere asks)

That would be kind of cute honestly.

Concept of the AU

To refer to Zag's partner in this Au (or reader, as you want) I think they would be called "Consort" (because 1- it is gender neutral and 2- they have the same rank as Zagreus).

and in a way I imagine that Consort was brought as a kind of gift to Zagreus from Zeus (since in a dialogue in the game he offers to give Zagreus a mate when he arrives at Olympus. as Zagreus now replaces his father, He is part of the Olympian pantheon, so Zeus wants to keep his word).

However, when Consort was "chosen" they were SUPER intimidated by the idea of Zagreus (after all, he was the god who killed their FATHER, ANOTHER GOD and ruled the Underworld, they had reason to be afraid) and Zagreus was taken by surprise with all this, because he didn't think that Zeus would continue with that (the poor guy was so involved in the paperwork that he didn't even notice how the other gods were winking at him about it).

Consort would be surprised with a Zagreus who is very shy about the situation and who is not at all as intimidating as they thought. Apart from that well, Zagreus cares about their opinion despite being a mortal (in this case, I love mortal readers, sorry not sorry), giving them a rank equal to his, total freedom of movement through the Underworld, security protection anti-escape, etc.

but above all, Zagreus would be PATIENT with Consort. He knows he has a bad reputation, so he lets them approach him on their own, at their own pace. He honestly finds their nervousness adorable, but doesn't rush anything.

But when they are already in a relationship? The man is CLINGY, Zagreus is touch-starved, you can rip this Headcanon from my cold, dead hands.

We all agree that one of Zagreus' love languages is giving gifts, although in the context of Dead Royalty, now that he is the KING of the Underworld, he can afford to give his partner more extravagant gifts, but they come from the heart, Like, does Consort want to start any new hobbies? Now they have a sewing set in their shared room, do they need clothes? They have a new set in their favorite color, are Consort's gold accessories too heavy? now they are of silver, etc.

He still maintains some of his customs before "that" happened, such as randomly giving Consort bottles of ambrosia/nectar, playing together with Cerberus, walking through some parts of the Underworld that are not dangerous (although no one tries to attack him anymore because well, he's the boss). Consort ends up bringing back a bit of the old Zagreus in a way.

As for the topic of children...it's confusing, on the one hand I think Zagreus WANTS children, but he definitely still has too much of his own trauma with his own father to think he would be a good father, even if Consort reassures him, he would still somewhat insecure. There is also the issue that he does not know if the child could have the same problem of being stillborn, he does not want Consort to go through that traumatic experience for a "whim".

It doesn't help that some gods are concerned about this prospect of Zagreus having children and suffering the same fate as his father (and grandfather), especially Zeus.

although if Consort wanted children/became pregnant, Zagreus would be very, very happy at the idea of having a child, and would definitely be a better father than the one he had.

Although he definitely does not judge Consort if they does not want to have children, it is not obligatory with him.

that's all for now :3

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(ESPAÑOL)

Eso sería bastante lindo sinceramente.

para referirse a la pareja de Zag en este Au(o lector, como quieran) creo que les dirian "Consorte"(porque 1- es neutro con el genero y 2- tienen el mismo rango que Zagreus).

y en cierta forma me imagino que Consorte fue traída como una especie de regalo para Zagreus por parte de Zeus(ya que en un diálogo del juego se ofrece a darle a Zagreus una pareja cuando llegue al olimpo. como ahora Zagreus suple a su padre, el forma parte del panteon Olimpico, asi que Zeus quiere cumplir su palabra).

sin embargo, cuando Consorte fue "elegido" estaban SÚPER intimidados por la idea de Zagreus (después de todo, era el dios que mato a su PADRE, OTRO DIOS y gobernaba el Inframundo, tenian razones para tener miedo) y Zagreus fue tomado por sorpresa con todo esto, porque no penso que Zeus siguiera con eso(el pobre estaba tan metido en el papeleo que nisiquiera se dio cuenta de como los demás dioses le estaban dando guiños al respecto).

Consorte seria sorprendida con un Zagreus muy timido con la situación y que no es para nada tan intimidante como lo pensaban. aparte de que bueno, a Zagreus le importa su opinión pese a ser un mortal(en este caso, amo los lectores mortales, sorry not sorry), dandole un rango igual al suyo, total libertad de movimiento por el Inframundo, proteccion de la seguridad anti-huidas, etc.

pero sobretodo, Zagreus seria PACIENTE con Consorte. sabe que tiene mala fama, por lo que deja que se acerquen por su cuenta, a su ritmo. sinceramente encuentra su nerviosismo adorable, pero no apura nada.

¿pero cuando ya estan tal cual en una relación? eo hombre es PEGAJOSO, Zagreus esta hambriento de tacto, puedes arrancar este Headcanon de mis manos frias y muertas.

todos estamos de acuerdo que uno de los lenguajes de amor de Zagreus es dar regalos, aunque en el contexto de Dead Royalty, ahora que el es el REY del Inframundo, puede permitirse darle a su pareja regalos mas extravagantes, pero que vienen del corazón, como, ¿Consorte quiere iniciar algun hobbie nuevo? ahora tienen un set de costura en su cuarto compartido, ¿les hace falta ropa? tienen un set nuevo de su color favorito, ¿los accesorios de Consorte son muy pesados? ahora son de plata, etc.

igual mantiene algunas de sus costumbres antes de que pasara "eso", como darle a Consorte botellas de ambrosía/nectar de forma aleatoria, jugar juntos con Cerbero, pasear por algunas partes del Inframundo que no son peligrosas (aunque igualmente ya nadie intenta atacarlo porque bueno, es el jefe). Consorte termina trayendo un poco del viejo Zagreus en cierta forma.

en cuanto al tema de los hijos...es confuso, por una parte creo que Zagreus QUERRIA hijos, pero definitivamente aun tiene mucho de su propio trauma con su propio padre para pensar que sera un buen padre, aun si Consorte le tranquiliza, seguiria un tanto inseguro. tambien esta el tema de que no sabe si el niño podria tener su mismo problema de nacer muerto, no quiere que Consorte pase por esa experiencia traumatica por un "capricho".

no ayuda que algunos dioses les preocupe esta perspectiva de Zagreus teniendo hijos y sufriendo el mismo destino que su padre (y abuelo), especialmente Zeus.

aunque si Consorte quisiera hijos/queda embarazada, Zagreus estaria muy, muy feliz de la idea de tener un hijo, y definitivamente seria un mejor padre que el que tuvo.

aunque definitivamente no juzga a Consorte si no quiere tener hijos, no es obligatorio con el.

es todo por ahora:3

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Because I had no other plans for April fools, you're getting this.

Enma family headcanons!!

It's been stated before, but probably long enough people have forgotten, my version of enma is the child of Ancient Enma's eldest daughter, Hecate(yes, that hecate).

Enma's father in this instance is the one of hecate's recorded consorts most known for their capacity for mischief... Hermes. Where did you think Koen got it from?

Hecate and Hermes were never formally married, but they were dating at the same time Ancient Enma was expecting his daughters to produce heirs, because only men can take the throne for some reason, and he would have preferred to have retired before he reincarnated. (Spoiler alert: he didnt.)

Koen(our enma) was raised mostly in a split with Hecate, as the enma in the room, getting majority custody, and Hermes got weekends

Hermes was simultaneously a bad influence on his kid as he enabled the chaos gremlin behavior toward random civilians, and a good influence in that as the God of trade and language, Koen learned in many of the fields a king would need to maintain some semblance of order

Hecate by contrast was the more grounded parent of the two, but was still a doting mother when she could make time.

Also previously stated, Loki, Norse God of mischief, is related to the enmas

No one is exactly sure HOW Loki is related to the enma's. Just that he's somehow close enough to the main branch that should no heir be present in the main branch, he'd be in the running for King

Loki himself is a father of three, mother of one(long story) and his closest relationship is with his daughter Hel, Norse goddess of death

Hel and her brothers are considered just far enough from the main branch to not qualify as part of the Enma tribe.

Loki for the most part keeps his connection to the main branch on the downlow, mostly so the rest of the Norse don't suspect his lineage has anything to do with the tricks he plays on them.

Related to above, the Enmas made up the Ragnorak prophecy because Odin is a little paranoid, and they knew he'd take it seriously.

The Enmas originated from ancient India, but after establishing themselves as the defacto rules of the yokai world, they have ties to just about every major pantheon you can think of.

Despite their feats of strength, most enma kings have treaded lightly with their rules. They can defeat basically any other yokai one on one, but would fall if enough of the yokai world turned on them.

Koen is the first king in a long while to ignore this prior point, as while he maintains relationships, he mostly does whatever he wants.

No one likes to think of how Ananta came to be, giving his mother was a human woman and his father is the second largest snake in the family

Koen plays poker with some of the other gods

Zeus somehow knows every possible way to enter the Enma pavilion. It's one of his first choices to crash when Hera locks him out of Olympus

And finally, nothing related to enma in forever friends happened in the natsuki au.

Hope you enjoy

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(I am incredibly grateful for the support and love on the first post of the AU! I'm so happy you liked it, and I hope this second part resonates with you just as much. If there are 20 reposts of this, maybe I'll bring the third part and post it on Ao3! Thank you from the bottom of my heart, and feel free to share your thoughts! 💖) ---- The God and the Monster

Poseidon felt the weight of guilt on his shoulders. The sacred oath of the Big Three had been broken once again, and he knew there would be consequences. There always were. But the truth, plain and simple, was that he did not regret it.

Sally Jackson was an extraordinary woman. Strong, determined, full of life in a way that had been erased from most mortals over the centuries. It had been a long time since Poseidon had met someone like her—and he couldn’t force himself to regret loving her. Nor for getting her pregnant.

What tormented him wasn’t the act itself, but fate. What would happen to the child he had fathered? A hero’s life was never easy. And, as much as Poseidon was a god, an emperor, an immortal and indestructible being, he was still a father. And he feared for the future of his youngest.

So, he remained alert. Vigilant. Silent in his own anxiety, trying to keep calm, hiding any trace of having committed this transgression. He didn’t want anyone to notice. He didn’t want the gods to turn against his son.

But then he felt it.

It was as if the ocean shattered within him. A deep impact, impossible to ignore, reverberating through the very core of his being. Poseidon had felt this before, in ancient times, when a great spirit was about to be reborn in the mortal world. But this time… this time it was different.

For a moment, he didn’t understand. There was confusion—an echo, broken between past and present, as if a dark whirlwind spun through his soul, pulling old memories to the surface. The sea inside him roared, impatient, feeling the dissonance in the thread of his son’s life.

He sought to recognize the soul of his heir, expecting to find a new spirit, free from past marks. But all he found was an abyss of old memories, of battles and betrayals, of a name buried in time.

And then, he realized.

The revelation hit him like a destructive wave. His son—his youngest, his little prince of the sea—was not just a new life. He was an ancient shadow. A reincarnation.

And worse than that.

He was him.

The monster.

The one who had defied the gods, who spat on the mercy of Olympus and returned from death covered in blood and lies. The man Poseidon had personally cursed, the one he swore to make suffer, the one who should never have come back.

OdYsSEus.

Poseidon's chest tightened. Chaos spread within him, a whirlwind of emotions impossible to contain. Anger. Horror. Despair. How dare they? How dare the Fates have the audacity to bring this soul back through him? How could Styx condemn him in this way?

His body reacted before his mind even could. The invisible sea currents around him stirred, the salty mist swirling in a violent dance. The sea inside him screamed, a storm trying to break through his mortal form. His primal instinct screamed to end the threat before it was too late.

Destroy him.

Eradicate him.

But then, an image appeared in his mind.

Sally.

She had no idea. She didn’t know the history her son carried. She didn’t know that the baby she held in her arms had cursed the gods in another life. That he had been a king, that he had been a soldier, that he had been a strategist so cunning that even Olympus couldn’t stop him.

She saw only her son. Her little Perseus.

What if he was wrong? What if, in trying to prevent the monster from being reborn, he tore away from Sally not just her son but her soul? Poseidon knew: destroying that child wouldn’t just punish Odysseus — it would break the heart of the woman he loved. And that thought hurt more than any curse from Olympus.

Poseidon closed his eyes, feeling the sea inside him still roaring. But now, it wasn’t just anger — it was fear. A deep, crushing fear, because he knew what this meant. That boy would grow up. One day, he would remember. And Odysseus always found a way. The ocean outside, once an untamable force, now lay still, reflecting the father — wild, but, for a rare moment, at peace. Each wave seemed to echo the silenced storm within him, a reflection of what he had become.

A distant thunder rumbled in his mind, a reflection of the war waged within him.

For a moment, he almost gave in to the darkest impulse — to end the threat before it could blossom. But then, something fiercely protective grew within him, a wave that swept away his hesitation.

Because that child was his too.

His son.

Not just the shadow of a monster, but the blood of Poseidon, an heir of the sea.

And no one — not even the ghost of Odysseus — would dare take that from him.

When Poseidon opened his eyes, it wasn’t just fury. There was a raw possession, a wild and violent love, like a crushing tide.

Mine.

If Odysseus wanted to exist again, he would have to do it under the waves of his father.

And this time, the sea would not let him escape.

Poseidon didn’t wait a week. Not even three days. The torment inside him wouldn’t allow it.

Time felt like poison coursing through his veins, a salty pulse driving him forward. Each hour spent away from that child was a rising tide in his chest, a current that threatened to drag him to the depths of his own chaos. He needed to see. He needed confirmation. He needed to act.

When he finally appeared, there was no sound. Just salty mist and a damp breeze that filled the small mortal apartment. The moonlight spilled through the window, bathing the crib in silver clarity. The air was too dry, the space too small, and everything smelled of humanity and solid ground — an insult to what he was.

But there, right there, lay his answer.

The baby slept. Curled up, breathing softly, oblivious to the god who now watched him. Poseidon stood still, every muscle rigid, his gaze fixed on that tiny, helpless form. And inside him, something ancient and fierce roared.

He knew what he should do.

If it were true — if that tainted soul had returned — he would end it. Right there. Now. He would kill the child and give Sally another. It wouldn’t be the first time a god had shaped such a destiny. It wouldn’t be the last.

Or at least, that’s what he tried to convince himself.

But the sea… the sea is not made to kill its children.

Poseidon felt the conflict scrape at his insides like a whirlpool. His feral instincts were at war — the primal urge to destroy a threat collided with something even older: the wild, possessive instinct to protect his offspring.

Because the children of the sea were rare.

The ocean, by its nature, was not kind. Infant mortality among the sea peoples was cruelly high. The waters claimed their young with the same ease with which they created monsters. And so, those who survived were precious. Touched by the sea, shaped by it, they were part of the ocean’s soul. And any mother or father who dared to harm a child… well, the ocean itself would crush them.

And Poseidon was the sea.

His fists clenched, and he growled low, a guttural, hoarse sound like a wave breaking in the distance. The idea of destroying something of his… something that carried his essence… wounded his very nature. But what if that thing was him? What if the man he hated — Odysseus, the shadow who had cursed him for so long — was there, reborn in his blood?

A soft breath.

Poseidon stopped.

A delicate sound, almost a sigh. He looked at the cradle.

Two eyes were staring at him.

The world seemed to tilt.

The irises were the color of the sea — his color. But the shape… the shape was hers. Sally. They were gentle, wide, innocent.

Poseidon held his breath.

The baby laughed.

It was a small, pure sound. A carefree giggle that exploded like foam on the waves, and Poseidon felt something inside him crack. The storm within him stalled for a brief moment, like a raging sea suddenly becoming smooth under a gentle breeze.

He stepped forward — a shaky step, then another. Powerful hands, capable of destroying cities with a gesture, now hovered over the cradle, uncertain. Then, with a hesitant movement, he took the child into his arms.

Small.

Light.

So… fragile.

Poseidon trembled. He could smell the sea air that surrounded the boy, undeniable proof of his lineage. But there were no fangs. No claws. No scales or gills. Just soft skin, dark hair, and eyes that stared at him as though he were the only being in the universe.

His long fingers traced the baby’s body, instinctively counting and checking.

Two eyes. Check.

Two arms. Right.

Two legs. Right.

Ten fingers on hands and feet, all in place.

No monsters.

No threats.

No curses.

Poseidon let out a ragged sigh, something between a sob and a hoarse laugh.

His son was perfect.

“I’m sorry, my pearl…” his voice was just a whisper, almost inaudible, as he held the baby more firmly. “None of what happened was your fault. None of what will happen will be your fault.”

Little Percy smiled at him, babbling something incomprehensible, and Poseidon felt a violent wave of possessiveness rise within him.

Mine.

That thought hit him like thunder.

mY SØŊ.

Not a punishment.

Not a threat.

Not a reborn enemy.

Just…MINE.

“You are not a punishment for me.” Poseidon murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You are a punishment for him.”

There was a dark flash in his eyes — the cruel irony of it all. Odysseus, the man who had most challenged him, now reborn as the heir of the one he despised most. What more poetic punishment could there be?

Poseidon laughed softly — a bitter sound, but laden with something new. Something dangerous. A wild, raw love, as vast as the ocean.

“Funny, isn’t it?” he whispered to the child. “Perfection born of the greatest offense. The most monstrous man reborn… as my son.”

Percy just yawned, his eyelids beginning to droop, snuggling deeper into the god’s chest.

Poseidon closed his eyes, feeling that tide of emotions drown everything that had once driven him. The unbalanced hunter fell silent. The king-god stayed behind.

Only the father remained.

With the utmost care, he placed Percy back in the cradle, adjusting the blanket around him. His fingers brushed through the soft strands of the baby's hair.

"Nothing will ever be your fault. And I will always be proud of you." His voice was a promise, sealed by the ocean itself.

A final kiss on the forehead.

And when Poseidon left that night, the sea became calm.

In the following months, the weather remained perfect.

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