#Zeus vs Zeus

[this-orange-anon024]

(Character as saved videos) [cause I'm bored & why not?]

(part 2)

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@best-dressed-on-mt-olympus:

We have the exclusive interview with King of God's, Zeus, right here.

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@king-of-the-gods-zeus: I'm King of God's, Zeus.

@lightning-wielder: I'm an eagle

@/king-of-the-gods-zeus:

YOU'RE NOT AN EAGLE!!!

YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE GOD!!!

@/lightning-wielder:

I'M. A. EAGLE.

(THE Horse & THE Infant Noise) 🦅

@/king-of-the-gods-zeus: 🦅

@/lightning-wielder:

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@/king-of-the-gods-zeus:

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@/lightning-wielder:

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[lilislegacy]

jason: father, i pray to you. i ask you for your generosity and to assist me by granting me a single lightning bolt. i will be forever grateful for your kindness and goodness.

zeus: fine. just one though.

percy: *creates waves hundreds of feet tall, summons a hurricane, splits a glacier in half, and drowns an entire army of monsters without even hesitating*

poseidon: haha. nice.

[mediumgayitalian]

i don’t think the big three kids are actually banned from teaming up during capture the flag. i think the stipulation is that they have to take the kids. so it’s like all the brightest and best fighters and most skilled members of camp, including those who have like. made even one plan in their lives, vs. ninety newly armed children who have been fed a breakfast of gushers in orange soda corralled by the most powerful and most impulsive demigods to ever live

[australet789]

I keep seeing people saying Zeus was OOC for striking Athena at the end of God Games and that he was mad at Odysseus

Guys, did we listen to the same song?

Athena's last argument to won the game was literally saying in a magic colleseum full of every single greek magical creature

"Yeah, Zeus is a cheater and a fuckboy, unlike Odysseus"

Athena literally won by insulting Zeus in front of everyone's faces and making Hera, the Goddess of Marriage and very much known wife of Zeus, agree with that.

Zeus was not pissed at Odysseus, he was very much pissed at Athena for using a mortal to compare him (and it goes somehow along the original story, in which Zeus complains about the humans being pissed at the gods for their fates when the gods are basically just "doing their jobs")

[meowmeowmessi]

he birthed them

[gingermintpepper]

“Your hair’s gotten longer.” 

It’s conscious effort that keeps him from tucking the strands behind his ear, from taking the knife at his hip and shearing it all off. He keeps his stance focused, attentive, there’s little else he can do when he’s taken so completely after his mother when it comes to his hair. His father scratches his chin, the clouds of his beard snaking about his finger like mist parting for mountain-peaks. Ares’ chin is still child-smooth. He can feel the tickle of his over-long fringe against his soft jaw. There’s no heart in his chest, but still he feels as though a pulse is lodged in his throat. 

Father sighs, put-upon, disappointed, and Ares feels a slight tremor start in his calves from holding himself so tense. “Well done, Ares. Go clean yourself up and get some rest. Phoebus will want to look you over later.” 

He should be ecstatic to be praised by his father. Over-the-moon with joy. There should be pride emanating from every pore of his body, the blood on his skin should be sweeter than ambrosia. 

Instead, he bows, manages a soft ‘thank you, Father’ around the lump in his throat and immediately flees the room. A mild ‘make sure to trim your hair’ hits the back of his head like a spear through the skull. He almost wishes the great door had slammed on his foot so he would have reason to feel this horrid in his retreat.  

Phoebus Apollo is waiting for him in his infirmary. 

He’s gilded as ever, gold from crown to heel. Perfect like the statues they carve of him in his temples. He has a smile for Ares when he sees him, a crinkle at the edges of his pretty eyes from the weight of his joy. Ares is waiting to see the crack in the marble, to see if that’s the chip that’ll reveal his fangs.

“Brother,” he greets, and his voice is warm - like the arms that embrace him, his voice is so warm, “Welcome back. I’ve heard you’ve done well.”  

There’s a tremble in Ares’ fingers he hadn’t noticed before. Strain from carrying his sword for so many days, a throb from wounds he hadn’t noticed he’d accrued. “Heard? There’s already gossip?” 

Phoebus blinks, disarming, demure, coquettish, “But of course,” and Phoebus’ voice is honey to Ares’ gravel, the juxtaposition is grating on his skin, “It’s Olympus. The gossip began long before you set your course.” Those warm hands lead him further into the room, bodily sits him on the chaise, pulls his helmet from his head. It’s all one, unbroken motion, “It’s summer alas, so I could not watch your war myself, but I hear it was quite the decisive victory.” 

A thousand thoughts run on horseback through his mind then. 

Did Father overhear some terrible slander that pre-emptively disappointed him? Was Ares’ victory merely a rumour, a bet his father hadn’t bothered to take? Was the gossip more enticing than the stark truth? That Ares wasn’t some child toddling about in the shadow of his sister, that his sword and spear weren’t merely for show - he’d think such a thing would warrant celebration. Not -

“Oh my,” Phoebus is in front of him, pleasant warmth more sticky heat with how close he’s pressed himself into Ares’ space. From this angle, Ares can see the multi-coloured flecks of his eyes, like shards of golden glass suspended in ichor. From this angle, with his hand so gently holding his hair, were Ares to blink too hard, he’d swear Phoebus looked just like his mother. “Your hair’s grown long again.” 

He pushes Phoebus off with such force that he bangs into the wall. It’s Phoebus, it won’t make even the impression of a scratch on him, but Ares wishes it would. Wishes he’d hit his shoulder or crack his neck or hit his head just hard enough for all that perfect, gilded gold to bleed. 

“I’m only here for you to heal me,” the tremble in his hand extends to his shoulder now. He flexes and unflexes his palm. Gods what he would give to just have a sword - “Don’t waste time with the pleasant-work.” 

Phoebus huffs, adjusts the fit of his himation, “...Only because we’re meant to be celebrating your victory.” He crosses the room in two great strides, his hair a swirling tempest behind him as he gathers his poultices and wraps. “The only reason I’ll not throw you from the window is because we are meant to be celebrating your victory.”  

There’s not enough acid in his tone for this to truly be a fight. Ares’ jaw clenches, he bites out a terse, “How benevolent.” 

“Aren’t I?” He’s got nectar and his sutures in hand, that focused look falling upon his face when he switches from overbearing busybody to Paeon of the Gods. “Now strip unfaltering Ares, let us see the measure of damage done to your indomitable flesh.” 

(Somewhere between the fifth set of stitches and the gentle frown that crosses Phoebus’ face when he notices the persistent tremble in his fingers, Ares pins his eyes to the far wall and asks, “What does it mean when Father says ‘well done’?” 

Any other sibling would mock before they gave a true response. Any other sibling would laugh and dismiss it, would say that praise is praise and any lingering ill feeling is just the worst of the war still fogging his mind. Phoebus does not answer immediately. He doesn’t make a single sound. The question settles like fetid water between them, unignorable, the scent right there on the tip of the tongue yet firmly unacknowledged. Ares closes his eyes and tries again to settle his squirming so he does not interfere with Phoebus’ work.  The metallic snip of scissors cutting thread breaks the silence. Phoebus bids him to sit up and slides his warm palms up his back until his fingers tangle gently in the ends of his hair. He twists the dark red strands until he’s gathered it all into a neat handful, holding it loosely as he switches his scissors for his shearing blade. “You should know it was not praise,” Phoebus says softly. The first of Ares cut hairs fall like viscera from his head. Phoebus treats each cutting with the sacredness of a blood-sacrifice. If he focused on the moment of tension right before the blade cuts though, Ares thinks he can imagine the agony of his sister’s sacred birth. “It is acknowledgement. Father thinks you’ve done well so he says ‘well done’.”

Gently, Phoebus releases him. Ruffles his head so all the extra hairs fall like red rain to the floor. Ares runs his fingers through the ends now curling against his ear. “Has he ever told you ‘well done’?” 

A laugh, warm and gilded, “No, and it would not make you feel better if he had.” 

Ares swallows down a thousand different questions. Phoebus wouldn’t answer them, he’s infuriating like that. Instead, he clenches his teeth, the phantom of Father’s dizzying tangle of grey cloud-hairs persistent in the corner of his eyes. “Cut it shorter.”

Phoebus doesn’t protest. He never seems to say a word when it really matters.)

[weepingfishturtledragon]

Captain Marvel whenever he needs to drive any vehicle: I don't know what to do, there's a little voice inside of me saying "This is a bad idea!" But I can barely hear that little voice because an even louder little voice is screaming "LET THE 12 YEAR OLD DRIVE!!!"

[rin-sith]

Has this been done before?

Troy Saga:

Zeus, pointing at the infant: I think we're gonna have to kill this one, Odysseus.

Odysseus: Aww, man...

Thunder Saga:

Zeus, pointing at his crew: I think we're gonna have to kill these guys, Odysseus.

Odysseus: Aww man...

Vengeance Saga:

Odysseus, pointing at Poseidon: I think we're gonna have to kill stab this one repeatedly.

Zeus, up on Olympus, in the most sarcastic excited voice ever: AWWW MAN 🫶😌🍿

[hermesmoly]

Iris when Hera and Zeus got together:

[antiph]

Y'know, ever since I stumbled across Epic: The Musical by Jorge Rivera-Herrans, I've been somewhat surprised by the fact that there's been a boon in fanfiction relating to Greek Mythology—even if only primarily focused on the events of the Odyssey. Considering that I'm long since over my Greek mythology fixation faze from middle school about half my life ago (I've never read the Percy Jackson series, I just liked how wild the mythos was), I'm mostly indifferent to the topic, but I do have ONE gripe with all the stories I've been coming across lately.

There's this popular interpretation that Athena is Zeus's favorite child, but when you actually get down to assessing all available (AKA surviving) historical accounts/myths regarding the paternal fidelity of Zeus, it's pretty obvious that his favorite kid is Apollo. That being said, I'm pretty sold on the notion that Athena is at least the favorite daughter, with Artemis perhaps being a not-so-close second.

Honestly, percentage wise, I'd say Zeus's love for his kids goes 55% Apollo, 30% Athena, 5% to Artemis, and 10% split in varying degrees between EVERYONE else.

Ares has like -2 points if we only look at his portrayal in the Illiad lol. The Athenian account of him in Myths is NOT kind to him, despite the fact that he's undoubtedly the most decent male Olympian (never raped women, a good father, surprisingly merciful to mortals who genuinely slight him if they manage to impress or best him, and he was the protector of the Amazon women). As funny as it is, while Ares might be Zeus's least-favorite kid, I'd imagine that despite the differences between the two, he'd be Athena's favorite brother.

[mask131]

I just thought of bringing back some of the Homeric versus Hesiodic differences, after a chat I had with @themousefromfantasyland . This is not exhaustive but just a few points you can bring up in discussions.

Hesiodic Aphrodite: born from Ouranos' cut-off family jewels thrown into the sea (most popular version today). Homeric Aphrodite: a more "regular" Olympian born of Zeus and Dione (poor Dione goes from prominent Homeric character to secondary Hesiodic character).

Hesiodic Eris: One of the children of Nyx the Night, born in primordial times and part of a whole host of personifications of the afflictions of humanity. Homeric Eris: Part of the Olympian family, sister of Ares, daughter of Zeus and Hera.

Hesiodic Hyperion: Definitively different from his son Helios, not the same dude. Homeric Hyperion: almost always an alternate name for Helios (except maybe for one instance...)

Hesiodic Oceanos and Tethys: just part of the regular host of Titans. Homeric Oceanos and Tethys: primordial entities considered father and mother of all the gods, and very likely creation gods that predated or equaled Gaia and Ouranos.

Hesiodic Moirai: the three spinsters we know today, a trio of specific goddesses dealing with lifespan of mortals and the greater fate to which all the gods must abide (though the Hesiodic tradition offers two different lineages for them, either Zeus' children and thus part of the Olympian family, either daughters of Night and thus primordial forces like Eris). Homeric Moirai: do not really exist, as "Moira" (singular) is more of an abstraction/figure of speech than an actual goddess - meanwhile it is Zeus, as king of the gods and master of the universe, who is the "god of fate", in charge of stuff like weighing individual destinities on a scale to check what to do next.

Metis and her legend comes from the Hesiodic tradition. There's no mention of Metis in Homeric tradition: we know Athena was born "without a mother" out of Zeus, but we don't know the how and why. In a reverse, the Hesiodic Hephaistos was born of Hera alone, without a father, while Homer (according to later commentaries and scholia) pushed forward the Zeus+ Hera parentage.

Also... Hesiod doesn't (at least from what I recall) evoke the whole "Aphrodite cheated on Hephaistos" thing? I don't recall seeing him talk about Aphrodite marrying Hephaistos anywhere. The story is present within Homer, but in the Hesiodic tradition, while we do have Aphrodite hooking up with Ares and Hephaistos marrying Aglaia, we don't have anything about a possible adultery that led to this situation... Though for this last point I am not certain, I haven't checked this part in a while.

There's much more, of course - and feel free to add more. But it's already, I think, a good reminder of how the very "basic" texts, the "foundations" of Greek mythology are born of two differing tradition, an "older" one (Homeric) and a more "recent", classical one that dominated in later texts (Hesiod) - meanwhile what we have in "common culture" today is a random mix of the two.

[juridical-angel-blog]

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[booksandmore]

moshang as persephone and hades writes itself

[awesome-shoes-with-wings]

The gods need to play Dungeons and Dragons with the demigods at least one time. Percy, Grover and Annabeth work together tirelessly to create the most elaborate plot line for the Campaign that they could possibly think up and co-host as the Dungeon Masters.

Maybe they act upon this plan on the Winter Solstice as their 'Presentation'. They won't say what their presentation is about, only that the gods need to play DnD and they will understand. But really... now the Celestial Trio have become the fates. Now the demigods get to throw quests at the gods.

Things get highly unstable on Olympus during that Campaign.

Nobody will ever recover.

DnD probably gets banned.

[gotstabbedbyapen]

I’m honour of Zeus absolutely destroying Athena in god games and ares worriedly going “is she dead?” do you have any HCs of how the second gen siblings react when each of them get hurt cause they definitely have the vibe of “only we’re allowed to beat the crap out of you”

Okie dokie pookie :3

But just a heads up first. I am not a fan of Zeus attacking Athena - the VA performance and animatic was thrilling, but it felt too OOC even for Epic!Zeus. So I'm gonna go with my mental rewrite here (which you can now read in words 😗)

Also I can't write too many HCs today, so we'll only stick to the 2nd gen Olympians reacting to Athena facing Zeus 😅

Everyone were shocked at when Zeus threw a giant lightning bolt at Athena, but Ares was the most mortified. Sure, he had fought Athena before and even faced her earlier in the game, but he'd never thought of actually hurting her.

Ares had defied his uncles for his kin before - Poseidon when his son attacked Alcippe and Hades when he abducted Persephone. And now, seeing Athena - his other sister - unfairly struck down, rage soon boiled in him.

Meanwhile, Apollo was clenching his fists to the point of almost drawing ichor. Apollo was no less horrified than Ares. He was Zeus' other favorite child, his right hand, and he had tasted his father's (although not fatal) lightning for his misdeeds before.

But seeing another of his sibling taking such heavy retribution from their father wasn't something Apollo had expected nor wanted. He would never wish upon anyone to take Zeus' lightning bolt to the face.

Artemis... The brave and bold Artemis did not dare to look when Zeus threw the bolt. She looked away, shutting her eyes and blocking her ears to save herself from the scene. She tried not to cry out, but her shaking form and whimpering betrayed her terror.

She had always ben Zeus' darling daughter and had assumed Athena is one as well. Zeus' attack on her shook her to her core, and she tried to lie to herself that was not true.

The other 2nd gen Olympians were ready to jump out of their seats and run to defend Athena if Zeus were to decide to strike her down again, daring to defy their father if he were to forbade intervention.

But as the smoke dispersed, to everyone's utter shock, Athena was revealed to be unharmed (it was a false bolt). The Olympians then shagged down their seats, they had never felt such relief before.

[hanakihan]

I beg you all to read Records or Ragnarok because that’s best fucking concentrated tournament arc (tm) manga with surprisingly amazing character development and explanation on BOTH sides and it honestly feels like watching sports where you hardcore cheer but also your entire life depends on it. Also they’re all delightful psychopaths and what can be more delightful than watch them have chemistry in battle and also trying to murder each other.

also where the fuck else you can see Adam fighting Zeus or Jack the Ripper being an absolute MVP of humanity, being hated by humanity in canon but being beloved by fandom