#Persephone creates

[queen--kenobi]

I thought about fem!Armand, blacked out, and made this

[onceweweregods]

I am repairing my giant penguin plushie with some yarn I had at home that was actually a really good match for the penguins "fur"

pros of really good colour match: can't see the stitches

cons of really good colour match: can't ae my fucking stitches

[riversgoingnowhere]

mark scout and mark s are soooo victor frankenstein and the creature to me ): creator who neglects/is repulsed by his creation because he just wants to forget its existence (plus it's creation or, in mark's case, the reason behind it's creation) vs creature who just wants to be free from the creator's influence but never can be because of their nature as, truely, the progeny of a stranger's selfishness and therefore can't be anything but selfish either because the apple never falls far from the character flaw tree

[nixies-creations]

For @topgunalternateuniverse bingo. Free space: Hangster - Hades x Persephone AU

“Are you saying you wouldn't fight for me?" Hades sighed, and brushed his finger along his cheek, "Darling, I would burn this world for you.”

[maidmyth]

i miss 8tracks :(

[dixt]

“persephone” ⋅ by mark stopforth

[art-the-f-up]

Me when I remember some old AU I created because someone reblogged it after centuries of it collecting dust

please dont remind me i did that please

[wildfairies]

made my persephone since i'm about to replay fields of asphodel (@chrysanthemumgames) and i'm sooo in love with her. she's based off this art on pinterest 🤍

[starsandsupernovae]

yeah i love discussing the idea of love in the story of Persephone (the love of a mother willing to destroy the entire world to get her daughter back)

[hrrystylesbookclub]

i have such a dumb question 🫣

in the hadestown world, is hadestown/the underworld legitimately death or is it industrialized and contract based as a replacement of death?

because i guess i always interpreted as the contracts being a metaphor for death, but recently ive been rethinking it

[queen--kenobi]

Moodboard for Wheel of Fortune: Devil and The Tower (Part III)

[witchyshit123]

Not my best but definitely my favorite herb! All of these are from my own experience working with and growing so it will be different for you!

[pininghost]

it's a love song, it's a tale of love from long ago

[lesfir]

[purgatory-is-life]

Mechtober Prompt 7/Day 7-Mythology

i just needed to see more werewolves/werewolf adjacent things in this fandom and so i took it into my own hands

@mechtober-2024 and on ao3

Arcadian Dogs - Reality666Rift999 - Ulysses Dies at Dawn - The Mechanisms (Album) [Archive of Our Own]

Tw, death, mentioned/implied child death, murder, implied unethical experimentation, loss of autonomy, probably more/???? let me know if i need to add anything!

The city once known as Labyrinth, but who’s name is slowly being stripped away, has taken over the majority of the planet. So much so that they had to start building on the oceans of the world to keep growing. Or, more accurately perhaps, the City itself was starting to grow onto the oceans.

The Olympians were growing in power, growing in strength, growing in followers. So of course, what was the local head of the government of the Arcadia sector to do, but bow down to those above him? Governor Lycaon had no choice, really. Especially with one of said Olympians gaining control of the Acheron, the power source of the City. Lord Hades seemed to appear from nowhere, but gained power just as quickly. Of course, the true boss of the Olympians was Zeus, but Hades was a haunting thought in the backs of anyone’s mind when they thought of their end. They were the one that brought the brains to the Acheron. They had the ability to do anything they could control nearly the entire City.

But Governor Lycaon didn’t need to worry about that. He knew just the way to appease and appeal to both the god of Wealth and the god of Law.

That’s how he began the Lycaean Games, a series of tests and physical examinations for children younger than the average of the Pre-Selected eighteen to twenty-four year olds, but old enough to be in school. On average, those that did well enough to be deemed ‘acceptable’ were about twelve to fifteen, the oldest was probably freshly turned seventeen. In the Lycaean Games, the children with the highest scores were selected for Acheron Pre-Selection, and with these bright young minds in the Acheron, it furthered the strength of the computing power of the Acheron, furthering the power of Olympians.

Easy way to put himself in the good graces of the most powerful Olympians.

At least, it did until his own youngest son scored the highest in the Lycaean games for his year. Lycaon had always known that his son was bright, he raised his children to be the best of the best. But most of them had already aged out of the general Pre-Selection age range by the time he started the Lycaean games. But his youngest was just young enough to join in on the Games, at age fourteen. He was almost fifteen.

But he scored the highest in his age group and year in the Games. And, well, it wouldn’t be fair if the rules of the games didn’t apply to everyone. Everyone wound up in the Acheron eventually, after all. Why not while they were at their best? Why not while they were young and spry and full of good, new ideas?

And he thought he was doing good. He thought he was helping, doing what the Olympian’s wanted. Doing what was right.

He thought the Olympians appreciated his efforts, he thought they favored him compared to the other sector’s leaders.

Until someone appeared in his home, as he was coming back from a tough day of bureaucracy and governing.

They were just standing there, in his home, unbothered and uncaring.

They had long, shiny hair tied back in a wild bun, and their face had a neatly trimmed beard. They weren’t tall or short, nor did they wear anything in a style Lycaon recognized. A long, brown coat was draped languidly on their body, falling off their shoulders slightly as they leaned against a counter, sipping idly at a drink. They were wearing a soot stained shirt, and an equally soot stained… vest? Underneath the coat. Lycaon wasn’t certain a single thing on the person didn’t have some kind of soot stain, and those that didn’t were stained in something that looked… frighteningly similar to blood. But perhaps the most notable thing about them was their eyes.

Metal things that seemed to glow and whirr as they glanced around the room, technology the likes of which Lycaon had never seen. It seemed so complicated, for being something so small. And it didn’t even seem to take over much of the intruder's skin, though surely it had to have at least taken up or replaced some of the bone underneath.

The person didn’t seem to have heard him enter, but when his eyes glanced around the room with that mechanical whirr and landed on him, Lycaon froze as they lit up, standing up from where they were draped across the counter.

“Hello!” They said excitedly, grinning wildly. Lycaon took a cautious step back towards the entrance to his home.

“Who are you?” Lycaon demanded. “Why are you– how are you in my home!”

“Ah, you see, you should really get better locks, but that’s besides the point. You can call me Despoina, for now!” Their grin widened impossibly, like it was some kind of joke Lycaon didn’t get. “Don Zeus and Lord Hades sent me.”

Lycaon couldn’t breathe.

What did the Don need from him? Could this be a trick? Perhaps he was going to give him something, for his many contributions to the Acheron? Was that too prideful of him to ask, to think? Furthermore, what did the feared Hades need with him, to the point they were collaborating with Don Zeus? The two were known to argue and have petty squabbles over the smallest things. Their territories in ruling over the City didn’t really overlap often. What could they both want from him?

Lycaon’s hands were shaking as he bowed his head, bowing ever so slightly to the person in front of him–to Despoina. “A-ah. My apologies, I- I was unaware you would be… You would be visiting today, Mx. Despoina.”

“Of course you didn’t,” they said, shrugging. “You weren’t supposed to.”

“R-right, of course.”

Despoina leaned back on the counter and took another swig of their drink, which Lycaon was starting to think might have been whiskey on the rocks? The casualness was making Lycaon nervous.

“To what do I uh, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

Despoina grinned widely again. “Well, you see, your Lycaean Games have caught the Don’s eye, as well as my Lord Hades’s eye. My Lord’s eye especially.”

“Y-yes? Has it uh, has it pleased you all?”

Despoina’s grin was downright wicked. “Oh, yes, it’s pleased us all so greatly. Such a creative way to bring bright, young minds into the Acheron. It’s pleased us all so much…” Lycaon grinned and stood up straight, expecting praise… “…That you have been Selected for Acheron research. A brand new branch of research, in fact!”

All the color drained from his face again.

“W-what?”

“Oh, you’ll love it, I’m sure! Real fancy shit, I’ve just been sent to collect.”

Lycaon backed away, eyes widening.

“Welcome to the Acheron! I hope you enjoy your stay~” Despoina pulled something out of their coat–

And everything went black.

When Lycaon came back to himself, or as close to himself as he could get now, everything hurt. It hurt to think, to try and move, everything hurt. As he tried to cry out in pain, a metallic whine escaped his lips instead.

A warm hand placed itself on his head, and he looked up. Hades was smiling at him condescendingly, looking down at him as if he was nothing but a pet. He tried to ask them, plead with them to spare him, but nothing came out but another metallic noise, this time a bark with a ringing ting to it.

“Don’t worry, doll,” Hades said, grinning widely. “We’ll put your clever, ruthless brain to use. It’ll be fun. This will give us a brand new way to harvest brains, I’m sure. Welcome to the Lycosura.”

—-

Ashes– no, Hades grinned down at their new dog. He still seemed disoriented, naturally. This was a much different process than implanting a consciousness directly into the Acheron, and a bit different from Rebodying those lost in the Acheron. Though, they considered, it was probably most similar to a Rebody job. A pitiful whine escaped the metal wolf’s lips, and Hades, ever the merciful host, placed a warm hand on his head to comfort him. He stared up at them, with anger and hatred and confusion and fear. He barked at them, and seemed startled by the noise that came from his mouth. “Don’t worry, doll,” Hades said, as their grin widened. “We’ll put your clever, ruthless brain to use. It’ll be fun. This will give us a brand new way to harvest brains, I’m sure. Welcome to the Lycosura.”

“Do you like your gift, love?” Gunpowder Tim– well, Despoina– wrapped their arms around Ashes’s waist, placing their head on their shoulder.

Ashes leaned into the touch. “It’s absolutely dreadful, darling. Thank you. I should send you to do Jonny’s job more often.”

Despoina laughed. “Oh he’ll hate that.” They looked down at the silver and iron wolf at Hades’s side. “I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson, but here’s a reminder–it is not your job to play god when there are gods to do it for you. But hey! At least you’ll get to keep doing what you love. Putting poor sods into the Acheron. Don’t disappoint us.”

The wolf whined again, and Despoina leaned down and pet him on the head, which only seemed to bother the wolf more.

Hades laughed, a sound that echoed throughout the throne room.

Their fun was only beginning.

[ember-owlet]

25 days of agere moodboards ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ day 11 : characters you’d love to be your caregiver  -> hades & persephone (hadestown) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚