#also yes I know there's so many gods left from the Underworld but I only have so much space

[moonchild-in-blue]

@feralsrock tagging you as promised!

Part 2 in an hour besties ✨

[bisexualpercyjacksons]

no wait wait wait hear me out about how the four beads is a truly devious and smart addition

so starting off with four beads from the dryad establishes a few things:

1. getting out of the underworld wasn’t something they really thought about yet (too many steps ahead, I also have ADHD I get it)

2. poseidon HAS thought of that problem and has made the beads in preparation to protect them

3. poseiden thought about rescuing sally when planning how to get everyone back safely, not just percy and his friends

2 & 3 plant the seeds (a long with the dryad’s words and hermes’ comments) that poseiden really does care about percy (and sally!). yes I know I know, bare minimum to care about your kid etc. but considering this is a show and we don’t get percy’s internal monologue it kinda makes sense to have a little more details that make poseiden seem better to the audience

[read more break to not clog up the tag. I promise I get into the angst shortly]

all these little bits that imply poseiden really does want to be there for him but can’t, that he’s been watching from afar because he didn’t want zeus to find out he broke the pact and take his anger out on his son and former love (yes, love! this is the man/god that wanted sally to be his queen with him in his underwater kingdom!!!). I actually really like the idea of those posts about how he has been helping out in little ways over the years because. let’s be real for a second. NO WAY does sally afford that apartment AND have the ability to send percy to specialized boarding schools with the salary of a CANDY SHOP EMPLOYEE. I get it I get it, the gods are deadbeats, but I’ll admit I kind of like the idea that he’s been doing what he feasibly could without getting caught by making extra money appear in sally’s bank account or sm

making him seem (and possibly be) more sympathetic is another reason that fuels percy to change the system rather than join luke to tear it all down. he knows the system is bad but he sees hope and truly believes it can be changed for the better. that is something that can be saved, not destroyed

4. this is kinda irrelevant but I like that it is the dryad that agrees to give percy the pearls after poseiden says for him and his friends to go back to camp because she wants him to have a chance to change things. gives her a little bit more agency. (also y’all she’s SO pretty in gay but moving in)

so. four beads.

if we want to keep the dilemma and character growth that comes with there only being three beads and someone having to make a sacrifice, something needs to happen: one of the beads breaks or someone loses it

is it percy? who has realized they need four beads for EVERYONE to come back and is horrified that they now only have three, meaning either he himself or one of the most important people to him has to be left behind in actual hell in order for the world to be saved? think about the dread and self-loathing that would come from that

or is it annabeth or grover? where the horrifying realization is the same but now there is a gut reaction from percy to be upset with the person who loses/breaks it. he loves his friends and can’t stay mad at them but now they are in this impossible dilemma to choose who stays behind and it’s killing all of them. the impossibly guilt of the person who breaks/loses it knowing that it’s their fault someone doesn’t get to go home, someone has to stay behind in the underworld

and when does this happen? early on, and we spend the episode watching them all try to figure out the dreadful problem of who gets left behind. looking at each other thinking, I can’t leave them behind, I can’t. they’re my family. but we can’t leave percy’s mom behind either.

or does it happen right before they have the chance to go, and they all think everyone is going to make it and sally is in percy’s grasp only for everything to fall apart and now everyone is looking at each other thinking, who is going to have to be left behind? who has to be the sacrifice?

anyways, I think there is something truly devious about them KNOWING there NEEDS to be four beads and HAVING THEM only to have something happen and the option of everyone going home safe being ripped from their grasps

[anxious-witch]

Let's talk birthstones of the main four in Dead Boy Detectives (aka the ones that we know sun signs for) because man, idk if this was on purpose but they fit SO WELL.

Edit: Sorry for reposting, I realized og thing was so fucking long, so I separated it in two parts. This one is on Charles and Edwin's birthdstones

Let's start with Edwin, our resident Capricorn, whose birth stone is garnet. Dark red stone, that is coincidentally associated with the underworld.

"There are many different myths about the origins of garnet. One such myth suggests that the garnet originated with Persephone, the Greek goddess of sunshine. Persephone was captured by Hades, the god of the underworld. Before Hades released Persephone, he wanted to guarantee her return, so he gave her some pomegranate seeds. The word garnet comes from the Latin "granatus," which means seed. The next time you eat a pomegranate, you will notice the seeds' resemblance to garnet."

Like??? Goddamn?? Quite literally perfect for Edwin.

Furthermore, let look into garnets in their natural state. Garnets are very tough stone, and as it is fairly resistant to abrasion and chemical weathering, garnet is often found in sedimentary rocks or material that is highly weathered and where only the hardest materials have been left behind, like mineral sand dunes.

Quite literally only the toughest ones even survive being collected, in a very difficult environment. Despite that they are very beautiful and prized stones. But let's also take a look at their spiritual meaning.

Garnet cleanses and re-energises the chakras. It revitalises, purifies and balances energy, bringing serenity or passion as appropriate. Inspires love and devotion. Garnet balances the sex drive and alleviates emotional disharmony. It activates and strengthens the survival instinct, bringing courage and hope. Stimulates past-life recall. Sharpens perceptions of oneself and others. Garnet removes inhibitions and taboos. It opens the heart and bestows self-confidence.

I think we can EHEM, all agree that, given Edwin's journey is S1, especially centered around his sexuality that garnet is very fitting stone for him. Especially since it inspires love and devotion, and we see several characters quite literally change themselves due to the fact they fall for Edwin. Boy might be repressed, but he inspired such incredible amount of devotion, both romantic and platonic in people, that it's insane.

Also "removes inhibitions and taboos" could very well fit with his journey of accepting that being gay isn't a taboo. Extra interesting that his inhibits are fully lowered and he confesses his love for Charles while getting out of the underworld for the second time.

Now, onto Charles, a Taurus(and yes, I am aware some people still think he is an Aries and Crystal a Taurus, but I fully subscribe to Charles being a Taurus) whose birth stone is emerald. From a historical context, this is how emerald was described:

Emerald representing youth in the age of man, the power of this lush crystal stirs the soul like the heart of spring, symbolizing hope and the future, renewal and growth. It is a Seeker of Love and a Revealer of Truth, inspiring an ongoing search for meaning, justice, compassion and harmony.

Look at me and tell me this doesn't fit Charles. Representation of youth, not only because he died at 16, but because he seems to always carry that youthful optimism(yes, which is in part a mask, but I do believe he is genuinely a very positive person), also he definitely tries his best to search for meaning, justice, compassion and harmony. Like. This boy died trying to make things right, by fighting for justice because why should someone else suffer when he isn't, and they are so alike? He also has increidble amount of compassion and we see how he best tries to harmonize between Edwin and Crystal.

Now to look at a more spiritual layer of it.

Emerald is a life-affirming stone.  It opens the heart chakra and calms the emotions.  It provides inspiration, balance, wisdom, and patience.  It is said to promote friendship, peace, harmony, and domestic bliss by enabling the wearer to both give and receive unconditional love.  Because it promotes honesty and loyalty, it is also beneficial for business transactions and all types of partnerships.

Emerald fortifies the spirit and helps to overcome misfortune.  It brings a sense of joy, recovery, and rejuvenation to the downtrodden.  It cures claustrophobia and rage as it inspires a sense of wellbeing.  It brings subconscious thought to the forefront, and promotes self-awareness.

Life-affirming stone. There is something poetic about an emerald, who is life affirming, being paired up with garnet, who is connected with the unerworld, isn't it?

But also, a stone that helps overcome misfortunes, and help with rage, specifically. Poor Charles clearly had his fair share of misfortunes, and rage as well so he could use an emerald. But he seems to embody it's qualities very well, especially as he begins his healing journey. When he learn how to be more self aware and quells his rage, he truly does embody joy and rejuvenation to others around him.

[takaraphoenix]

Godly Gifts

Main Pairing: Thanatos/Percy

@polympians-event Prompt: godly gifts

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Summary: Ever since Percy moved to New Rome for college, he's had a secret admirer. Death.

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Godly Gifts

Death was courting him. Which sounded like the opening line to an Emily Dickinson poem, but actually, Percy was not being metaphorical, he was being very literal. Death, the god of Death, the angel of Death, was courting him. Not that he had known that for long.

Ever since Percy had moved to New Rome for college, he'd had a secret admirer. Yes, he noticed that. Flower bouquets and chocolate boxes didn't just randomly sprout in front of someone's door. Well, in the beginning he hadn't thought that it was for him, since he'd literally just moved there one day ago, so he thought that maybe the last tenant's partner had sent it, not knowing their beloved had moved. But it continued, for weeks. And then the food started. First a pizza delivery that he hadn't ordered, but it was his favorite, and it was already paid for anyway, so he took it.

He'd also been finding more black feathers outside his apartment. At first glance, they looked like raven feathers, but when the light hit them right, they shined so many colors, they were mesmerizing. So he thought maybe some special magical Roman bird. Not knowing what bird they belonged to, Percy decided to collect them anyway, because they were beautiful.

Only when Nico and Jason were over about two months into Percy living in New Rome did he learn what the feathers really were. Because Nico recognized them, and he was so startled by them, by the amount of them that Percy had collected. He said he'd seen them before, in the underworld. They were Thanatos' feathers and the Death God usually lost one or two after shadow traveling.

That was silly. Why would Thanatos come to him, that often? He laid awake the whole night, after Nico and Jason left again (holding hands and whispering and with a highly blushing Jason, so, Percy was high-key glad that they weren't staying over at his place).

The next day, he went to talk to Hazel and Frank. Maybe this was a gratitude thing, since the trio had saved Thanatos' life? Maybe Frank and Hazel were also getting tokens of appreciation?

They did not. Percy was the only one getting near daily gifts of sort from the Death God. The gifts varied, the flowers, chocolates, sometimes it was just… a pretty rock? Or a sea shell. Small things. Other times, it was the food being delivered to him and already paid for. And sometimes, he would even get something expensive, like jewelry or clothes. When winter started to get colder and Percy shuddered and muttered about needing a hoodie jacket, he found an azure blue hoodie jacket that was so soft and comfortable, just laying out on his couch.

Now, that one tipped him off that Thanatos wasn't just leaving gifts. He was keeping tabs on Percy, he must have heard that Percy wanted a jacket, and he must be aware that Percy knew who left the gifts for him, because this was the first time there was a gift waiting for him in his apartment. Breaking and entering, kind of problematic, but shadow travelers did have fewer boundaries there. So Thanatos had taken Percy knowing it was him as an invitation. Percy knew he should find this creepy but he found it weirdly charming. He felt looked out for, taken care of.

Still, now that he knew it was Thanatos, and that Hazel and Frank didn't get special treatment, there was absolutely no denying what was happening. Death was courting him, romantically.

Percy found himself laying sprawled on his couch, wearing the comfy hoodie he had gotten two days ago, since the jacket was nice but he needed more comfy clothes for at home, eating leftover pizza from last night that had just arrived paid for, again. He tilted his head.

"You know this is ridiculous, right?" Percy asked the empty room. "I mean, the gifts are really nice and I appreciate the food, I really do, because this whole college life thing is exhausting and… Wait, that's why you're even doing that. The first one arrived when my fridge was fully empty. That's… sweet and stalkery at the same time."

Percy tried to his smile. He really should not find this as charming as he did, but oh he was smitten.

"C'mon," Percy tilted his head back. "Stop making me talk to an empty room like I've lost my mind, I know you can hear me and are probably lurking in the shadows, pretty bird."

A flicker, in the darkest corner of the room, and then the sexiest god Percy had ever met stepped out. Tall, broad-shoulders, those strong arms had distracted him the first time they met. He wore his hair in dreadlocks that were loosely tied together in his neck. His pitch-black eyes bore into Percy's very soul – and that had never felt as literal as with the Death God. Percy smiled softly as he saw the near flustered look on Thanatos' face. Cute. Percy tilted his head and watched, waiting.

"Pretty bird," Thanatos repeated, clearing his throat. "I…"

The smile on Percy's lips turned into a bit of a smirk as he leaned back. "You gotta know that I'm interested at this point. What, you think I'd have let this go on for this long if I wasn't? Granted, I was just… generally flattered by someone liking me. But after I learned who it was, do you really think I would have just… let it go on for free stuff? Or that I, who has kicked major gods, titans and giant ass, wouldn't tell someone I'm not interested to stop, huh?"

Now, the god looked startled and a little lost. "I… do not know what to do."

Involuntarily, Percy started laughing. "Wait, you have been courting me for like three months now and you… you didn't prepare for the moment I say yes?"

"...Yes," Thanatos looked a little sheepish. "You are the hero of Olympus, you are sought after by… possibly every demigod around, I did not think… Why?"

"Damn, pretty bird, you are really throwing me off here," Percy huffed, shaking his head. "For one, really, really, really good looking, I mean, have you seen yourself? You're also kind. And… you seem to care about me a lot, you've been kind of taking care of me, which is… nice, it's a… I'm not very used to that, beyond my mom. You're thoughtful, with the things you gave me. Look, I'm not saying I want to marry you or anything. I'm just… saying that I'm interested, and that I wouldn't mind to get to know you and, I don't know… go on a date?"

Thanatos' eyes were wide as he stared at Percy, like he had genuinely not expected this outcome, just to then smile. And it was the brightest smile Percy had ever seen, it made his heart jump a little. That made the Death God look even prettier. Blinking a couple times, Percy got up and walked over to the god, resting a hand on Thanatos' biceps. Strong, strong biceps. Percy blinked and licked his lips, tilting his head a little to the side as he leaned up.

"You're not moving," Percy noted after a moment. "And you are… too tall for me to do this on my own. If you want to kiss me, you will have to bend dow-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as Thanatos wrapped his arms around Percy's waist to pull him into a deep, long and passionate kiss that left Percy dizzy and very pleased. He grinned happily.

~*~ The End ~*~

[princedetectives]

P4G Persona Mythos

DISCLAIMER: i started writing this post forever ago and kinda abandoned it halfway through, but i figured i'd post what i did write. so enjoy this unfinished summary!

hi! i'm doing a small dive on the stories all the party members' personas in persona 4 golden; most of them are based on japanese mythology; i'm reading Medea, which reminds me of chidori p3 and peaked my interest in this kind of stuff drastically. because these figures were chosen for each character for a reason! they all link back in different ways.

this will not be extremely detailed. just a bunch of surface-level facts im putting together for fun, and trimming a lot that isnt as related to the characters. look into it if youre interested!! i also highly recommend Hiding in Private's detailed analysis that i actually haven't watched yet but the rest of their p4 content is good so i definitely plan on it

each of the big 3 persona games have an overarching theme to their main characters' initial personas; p3 is greek mythology, p4 is japanese mythology, and p5 is popular historical/fictional figures (usually thieves).

as a rule of thumb, the name suffix no-okami means Great God. it'll pop up a few times! as another rule of thumb, a character's first persona will typically be a less important figure, awakening into one better-known.

since a lot of these myths are linked, sometimes other characters' personas pop up in relation to another! as such, i'll color code these names when this happens.

yosuke - chie - yukiko - naoto - [protag]

Yu Narukami (Protagonist)

Izanagi (Initial) - izanagi is an extremely important figure in japanese mythology, being its creator figure. he and izanami (yes that one!) married. in some sources it's said that they raise the japanese islands from the sea and in others it's said izanami gave birth to them. either way, they brought life to earth, having many diety children. one of their children, the flame god, kills izanami and sends izanagi into despair.

to bring her back, he goes into the land of the dead. he finds her and izanami makes him promise not to look at her, concealing herself in darkness. she explains that she cannot return; annoyed, izanagi breaks the promise and lights a fire (some sources say that his comb is lit here - you may remember a bamboo comb if you ever did marie's social link. yes, this is what it refers to!) and finds the truth. izanami is nothing but a rotting corpse. we see this reflected in the phases of her boss fight in-game.

enraged, izanami chases him off. in other sources, this is where he uses his comb; he turns it into grapes and bamboo shoots that his pursuers eat. he locks her in the underworld, knowing she'd destroy the world if let free. here, izanami curses him, promising to kill a 1,000 people each day; izanagi shoots back by promising 1,500 people would be born each day. she becomes Yomotsugami, the goddess of Yomi (this land of the dead).

to cleanse himself from his visit, he bathes; as he does so, very important deities are born, called the Three Precious Children. these are Amaterasu from his left eye and Susano-o from his nose. (Tsukuyomi is also born from his right eye but he holds no relevance to persona.) the world is split between them, each child given the heavens, the seas, and the night respectively. in other versions, the three of them are born when izanagi looks into a bronze mirror; Amaterasu from the mirror in his right hand, Tsukoyomi from the mirror in his left, and Susano-o when he tilts his head to the side. for convenience's sake i'll only refer to the first, more popular explanation.

this will probably be the longest description in this post (i hope). he is just that important to the mythology. very fitting for the protagonist! and it puts a whole new light to the final boss fight.

Izanagi-no-Mikoto (Ultimate) - another way to refer to izanagi, with more respect. not much to say about this one.

Yosuke Hanamura

Jiraiya (Initial) - protagonist of a japanese folk tale. it's a ten-book series so i won't go too far into detail here; you can read the whole plot summary on its wikipedia page. very basically, he's a cunning samurai and bandit that manages to achieve great feats like escaping from jail, assisting revenge plots, and killing a giant snake.

jiraiya befriends the immortal Toad Ascetic (which is probably where the theming of his shadow boss originates!) thanks to its admiration of jiraiya's loyalty, despite his history as a criminal.

Susano-o (Awakened) - the powerful diety of storms, seas, harvest, and love, and one of the Three Precious Children, son of [Izanagi] and younger brother of Amaterasu, born when the former washed his nose. his name literally translating to Impetuous Male, he was appointed to rule the seas and was promptly banished from the heavens by [Izanagi] because he just would not stop whining about how much he missed his mother* and did not do his job, causing the waters to dry up. personally, i draw a link to yosuke here based on his moving to inaba.

*(i honestly can't figure out who she is? izanami didn't help with the Three Precious Children, idk. in some versions of the story she did, so it's most likely her.)

before he left the heavens, he went to wish his sister farewell. untrusting of him, she dresses as a man in armor to see him, and he challenges her to prove his trustworthiness. they both create dieties by chewing up and spitting out an items the other possesses; Amaterasu creates three, and Susano-o creates five. Amaterasu, though, argues that since it was her item he used, the five deities were hers, dubbing herself the victor. enraged by this, Susano-o throws a fit, destroying her fields, flaying a heavenly horse, and killing a weaving maiden. this causes him to be banished again while a distraught Amaterasu hides away, coating the world in darkness temporarily.

now actually banished from the heavens, he finds an elderly couple that tells him their woes about how seven out of eight of their kids had been eaten by the serpent Yamata no Orochi (a persona in the games, by the way! you may remember it as a miniboss in p5's ship palace) and he agrees to help out, but only if he can marry their last daughter, Kushinadahime. he succeeds, slaying it by turning kushinadahime into a comb to protect her and getting yamato no orochi drunk. from its corpse, he uncovered the powerful sword Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, which is eventually passed down to Yamato Takeru.

there is much much more about him, he's very important, but i'd like to keep this from being a complete essay if possible - read more if youre interested!

Takehaya Susano-o (Ultimate) - another name for Susano-o. not much to say here!

Chie Satonaka

Tomoe (Initial) - most likely based on Tomoe Gonzen (wherein Gonzen is an honorific), a samurai in japanese history, esteemed for winning many battles, being very skilled with many weapons and horses, beheading several. she once led 300 warriors against an enemy's 2,000 and came out victorious. her gender increased fear of her, most fleeing to avoid the humiliation of being defeated by a woman.

most actual facts about her are unknown. as such, she's more of a legendary figure than a historical one.

Suzuka Gongen (Awakened) - another figure in folklore with many unknown traits, suzuka gongen is presented as many things, including a thief, a divine being, or an oni. i, um. expected to write more here but there genuinely isn't much information about her. chie's personas are the mysterious type, i guess? if anyone can find information about her please let me know i'm so interested

Haraedo-no-Okami (Ultimate) - same case as above. from what i can tell, this term refers to many gods, the Three Precious Children specifically (Susano-o, Amaterasu). a harae is a ritual of purification, and a haraedo is where those take place. chie seems to be a weird case just in general.

Naoto Shirogane

Sukuna-Hikona (Initial) - a diety of healing, sake, magic, etc. he's notable for being so small he fell out of his mothers fingers. so probably a few inches. (which is pretty fitting LOL) it's often not believed that he is such an important diety because of how small he is. also notable for being said to create cures to a lot of illnesses despite the fact naoto learns no healing spells. he's often paired with the diety Ōkuninushi, who is also a persona but never relevant in-game.

Yamato-Takeru (Awakened) - a japanese legendary prince(!) who killed his twin brother and was exiled by his father, the king, out of fear. he went to his aunt for help; she is Yamatohime-no-Mikoto, priestess of Amaterasu, and she lent him a holy sword which Susano-o won in battle, which helped him in many sticky situations - it could control the wind. one of his battles was won by cross-dressing as a maid (you can see how this links back). he died thanks to hubris, not taking his sword with him into battle, and it is said his soul turned into a white bird/plover and flew away/disappeared. this, along with his ability to control wind, might be the reason he's depicted as flying in Persona. read more

(completely unrelated, but i think it's a very neat coincidence that yamato-takeru's persona design is remniscent of akechi's phantom thief outfit. i like to think this is intentional)

Yamato Sumeragi (Ultimate) - this isn't actually an individual diety. sumeragi is a epithet indicating royalty. so, this basically means "the royal yamato". fitting!

--- OTHERS

under the cut, i'll continue this post for non-party members, with a LOT of endgame spoilers, including golden content, and a spoiler for persona 4 arena. beware!

Marie

Kusumi-no-Okami (True Identity) - honestly? researching this one really stumped me. there's no english-translated direct link to kusumi-no-okami. (which was kinda annoying, because for literally every single other god there was. consistency, persona 4, please!!) maybe it was just translated differently; her untranslated name is 熊野久須毘命, which does directly correlate:

kusumi-no-okami is almost definitely based on the god kumano-kusubi. kumano-kusubi was born from the diety-creating contest Susano-o and Amaterasu had, the latter creating him. other than that, there isn't much info on him that i can find. it's a bit unsatisfying of a link, being so minor and male (which is strange - the genders typically line up), but there's nobody else it could be. i considered the god Kushinadahime, Susano-o's wife, but the only link there is the fact that she's turned into a comb, which is already linked to [Izanagi's] comb, so it doesn't make much sense. oh well!

this is another design i love, by the way. it feels directly linked to izanami, and by extension, [Izanagi]. i want to take a second to appreciate all three, their shared motifs showing they're clearly linked. in this case, specifically with izanami's boss forms, because WOW, they share a LOT. the transition from white robes hiding red (izanami phase 1 -> phase 2, marie pre-fight -> kusumi-no-okami), the cross hanging below the waist, to name a couple examples. it's so cool!! these are some of my favorite designs in the game.

but to conclude: she isn't as directly linked to the mythos like the others. what's really important is that bamboo comb, and the in-game explanation of her being a part of izanami.

speaking of...

Izanami

i already explained her main story during the [Izanagi] section, so i'll try to keep this short (and probably fail - she's very important.)

her palace in-game, Yomotsu Hirasaka, is the stretch directly between the land of the dead (Yomi) and the living world in japanese mythology. this fits her, considering it's where [Izanagi] imprisoned her and where she became the goddess of the land of the dead.

"General Teddie" (P4A)

Hinokagatsuchi (True Identity) - i have not played any of the P4 spinoffs so this will definitely be brief, but i discovered it while looking into Izanami and thought it was extremely cool. hinokagatsuchi is the flame god son of izanami that killed her by burning her, throwing her and [Izanagi's] whole "divorce" into motion. [Izanagi] responded by immediately cutting his body into 8 pieces out of grief, becoming 8 volcanoes. his birth marked the beginning of death. briefly scanning his SMT wiki page, it looks like his goal is to end the world or something, which fits. IDK it's up to you here to link him to the game LOL

[aroaceleovaldez]

hello :)

i want to make an oc with wealth/riches based powers and wanted to know if your dis pater oc has any powers of the sorts?

or would you say those powers are just for the roman god pluto and greek god plutus?

Yes, actually! My main theme with Mac is primarily focusing on wealth/riches stuff, with just a slight amount of death. Since canon focuses on Pluto as the roman Hades, I like to associate Dis Pater more with Plutus-type stuff along the lines of Dis Pater's older associations, and specifically veer away from the death associations to keep them more distinct. Also, just for plot purposes, I have to make a distinction between Dis Pater and Pluto or else Mac's technically related to the Death Sibs and it'd make things not make sense :P I like having different divine ancestors in the riordanverse emphasizing different strengths/powers, so that there's not too much overlap between different demigods and they can all have unique strengths/themes even if there is some overlap.

With Mac, I don't get into it on Deadangelos, but he's a legacy of Dis Pater through his grandmother being widowed and left poor (with her first kid being Brennus' father, which is how Mac and Brennus are cousins despite being different legacies) and that combo of wealth + death stuff attracts the attention of Dis Pater which is where those themes come in. She has another kid with him and he blesses her with good fortune or something (and that's what starts the family feud stuff - inheritance nonsense, etc etc). I haven't gotten much into Mac's powers, but I imagine they're almost entirely wealth-focused, specifically with a lot of coin themes. My friend suggested the idea that Mac is where Jason got his coin weapon and I implied that a little bit in at least one panel where Mac has a coin weapon of his own cause I think it's fun. The only death/underworld-specific related powers I imagine Mac having is being able to sense deaths (referenced a bit in these panels). Not as specific as someone like Nico might be able to, but he can basically tell a.) how many deaths might occur nearby within a specific span of time and a very vague "who" (in this case, only able to distinguish Roman vs TA deaths), and b.) if he's thinking of someone specific, he can tell if they're alive or dead. But that's about it.

[britishassistant]

A twst and NeverAfter crossover! A Twisted Neverland! There are so many possibilities!

Warning: NeverAfter/twst chapter 7 spoilers

I imagine the RSA princes’ motives might be a combination of the Fairies and the Princesses; something like, destroying twisted wonderland in order to return to the “true” version of the story. Because imagine how unfair it must feel to go from being the most important character in your story to barely even getting a name. I could see that leading to a mindset of setting right what once went wrong, only their definition of “right” is a bit myopic. Nevemind that their plan would doom all of the NRC students because “they’re villains, villains don’t deserve happy endings”

I know he’s taking the role of the Stepmother but Malleus’ goal also gives him a lot in common with the Baron of Bricks. A beginning with no ending. And a conflict with death (which is perfect since Idia, twisted from the ruler of the underworld, is gonna go up against him in canon). Perhaps that’s why he’s not too far gone to save? Because he doesn’t want to completely destroy everything, instead he wants to preserve certain parts of the story at the expense of everything else. Or is he at a point of “if I can’t have you no one can”?

What’s Lilia’s role in this? I can’t imagine he’d willingly go along with this insane plan if he understood what was going on, considering his reaction at the party. So is he being controlled? I guess that would mean Silver is in a similar position to Pinocchio.

If the students are sticking to the script doesn’t that mean that Yuu has to meet with Malleus? Not very often (thank god) but I doubt he’d take kindly to being denied their friendship, not after everything he’s sacrificed to keep it. Man, imagine meeting this eldritch creature and being expected to act all clueless and call him Hornton like you’re not painfully aware that he wants to eat you or something.

And are all the students aware of the nature of their world? Was it harder for some of them to awaken than others? Specifically the ones without an obvious analog from the other stories? Like Jack, or those twisted from plot devices instead of characters? (Epel: I’m a goddamned apple)

Sorry for the long disjointed rant, your au just combined my two current hyperfixations:D

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

These are literally my two hyperfixations right now, I am vibrating in place—

(Also this is just one of the two possible crossovers I’ve had in mind. After all, if Disney interpretations of fairy tales exist within Neverafter, who’s to say our intrepid heroes couldn’t wash up on Sage Island one fine morning?)

And yes that is what’s happening with the RSA princes—much like the Neverafter princesses they have basically decided that the villainous world of Twisted Wonderland is only making people residing in it unhappy as things get worse and worse every run. Therefore the only way to save everyone and make them happy is by making sure this backwards, twisted world no longer exists.

Yes, Malleus’ goals are basically an amalgamation of the two—like when the stepmother started out and the Baron, all he wants is a way to keep Lilia from getting sick and to keep his human in Twisted Wonderland without needing to ever worry about parting. Except, then he discovered that his story was written to be a tragedy where he confronts loss and learns to move on despite it. And in his current mindset, the being formerly known as Malleus Draconia was not prepared to accept that this narrative would only take from him that which he held dear.

Isn’t it better that he sacrifice the very thing binding him to this tale, the name of the heir to the Valley of Thorns, if it means he can surpass the Thorn Fairy and destroy all that which is unnecessary to his happiness? Even if his current power is insufficient to do so, all he needs to do are consume the other manifestations of “Dorm Head” or “Villain” until he is the only being left with any claim to these titles, no?

He’s not quite at the point of “if I can’t have you, no one can” but he is getting there. Oh boy is he getting there.

Lilia, Crowley and by extension Sebek are trying to work against the Diasomnia Dorm Head to get things Back on Track (or what they think Back On Track is). As fae, they’re a bit more aware of the ways in which the narrative should run, and the beings whose attentions they do not wish to attract for fear of them making the story worse.

For Lilia and Sebek this is hard as they need to try and keep Diasomnia running like how it was when the Dorm Head was still mostly person shaped, while ensuring no one deviates from the script by force, if they must. They can’t do much about the Dorm Head, as he’s basically drifting around doing whatever he wants to try and gain more power, but for the more human students? Well, it’s not like these individual, self-centered mages can really fight back against Crowley or Lilia’s capabilities, right? Just stick to the plan and everything will be fine, they promise.

Of course, this is without the additional factor that every parallel version of Twisted Wonderland our heroes end up in after they die incorporates more of the darker and grittier aspects of the original tales than the ones before it.

Kalim al-Asim hasn’t had the freedom to think for himself since the start of the year, for example. Crossing the Octavinelle trio is a sure fire way to find yourself vanished without a trace, the dorm students of Ignihyde seem to be halfway to the underworld already, and some say the dorm head of Heartslaybul will paint the roses red with the blood of those who fail to live up to his exacting standards.

Yuu, Grim, Silver, Rook and Ortho are all part of Team “maybe we shouldn’t have to follow our stories to the letter to find happiness but we don’t want the world destroyed either thnx”.

Grim, quite understandably, does not want his story to end with him turning into a monster that either kills his friends or gets killed by them, and so is trying to find a way to avoid this fate.

Silver and Rook, thanks to their more light-aligned origins, are similar to the RSA students in that once they’ve “awoken” they’ll stay that way across every version of themselves. Silver is taking it much harder than Rook is, though it’s not easy for him either.

Ortho, thanks to Idia modifying his memory databanks so they can be transferred across dimensions, is able to pretty much “awaken” whenever an alternate version of him is destroyed.

Yuu’s notebook, which they originally used in their Villainous Paranoiac ‘verse to record everything that happened to them and try to figure out a way to prevent overblots, functions very much like Timothy Goose’s storybook, if more…prone to overwriting its wielder with the memories stored within.

Most of the students who “wake up” usually join this side as well. It’s actually much easier for the students who aren’t twisted from defined character within their story to “awaken”. After all, it’s much harder for a person to be twisted into a worse version of their story counterpart if that counterpart is say, an apple, a pair of cards, or a wolf that never appeared in the first place.

Thank you for ranting though! I really enjoy reading through things like this!!

[mmkin]

A Most Willing Queen (Hades x Persephone)

Chapter 2 is now up. Let us all rejoice. It can be found here on AO3 but also on this post under the cut. Enjoy and all feedback/reblogs are very appreciated.

Content Warning - teen safe. Mention of bullying/trauma but still pretty light mood overall.

II

o0o0o0o

Persephone had gotten pretty buzzed off the martini Hades gave her. Not drunk, but she worried that the nymphs or her mother might see it in her face. It was a nice buzz though, and made the music a bit more tolerable as her friend scolded her for wandering off.

“You know how your mother gets. If you want to wander off, at least take one of us with you!”

Persephone held back a sigh. Sometimes she did. And… well, sometimes she just wanted to be alone. Or to meet new people that her mother hadn’t picked for her.

Like Hades. She had to bite back a smile as she thought of his roguish grin. He wasn't the first person who'd looked at her with desire. But he was the first whose desire had drawn out a definite response from within. Cold as the Underworld was said to be, he looked like the type of person who'd be all too happy to keep her warm, especially since he had flames on his head. And his lips certainly had heated her, even if it'd just been the back of her hand.

His pick-up lines… yeah, they were cheesy, but he was trying, and at least he hadn't tried to impress her by being all boastful, or macho like a lot of men tended to be around attractive women. Plus, he'd listened to the feedback she gave him, which was more than could be said for some people.

She didn't know how she felt about him per se, but she could say that she found him interesting. And yes, attractive. Okay, okay, he was hot, Pun intended. She'd spend more time with him and see how things turned out. It certainly would be a refreshing break from her routine. Maybe there was something about the trope of good girls and bad guys…

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One disadvantage of being a friend of the God of the Dead was that there was no easy way to reach him. The other gods often liked to mock Hades and his dead realm, but Persephone sometimes wondered if it was just because they didn’t understand or were afraid of the place. Even if gods weren’t mere mortal humans, there were still a few things beyond even mighty Zeus’s understanding.

Toss an overprotective mother and gossipy nymphs into that mix, and it left Persephone wanting Hades's company more than she would have thought. And yes, the nymphs weren't supposed to gossip, but what else were they supposed to do? There was only so much active tending that nature needed, especially with Demeter's power to nourish the earth. So when Mom was away in this land or that, blessing the harvests, Persephone inevitably picked up some juicy stories, whether the nymphs intended her to hear them or not.

Hades was quite lean pickings, though. Jokes and insults about him were plenty, but Persephone could not recall hearing many stories of substance. Hades didn't go on heroic journeys to prove his godhood, grant a boon to some city or tribe, or bring some great innovation to humans. Unlike so many of the other gods, Hades had no grand temples built in his honor. Service to the God of the Dead was a lonely occupation.

“You be a good girl," she heard her mother say. "Ares and Athena are fighting, and their soldiers are just tearing up my fields to feed themselves! You see why I don't like to bring you to Olympus too much. The squabbles of the gods spill over all too often!"

“Yeah, Mom. Don't worry. I have my weaving and gardening," Persephone said. As soon as her mother was gone, the younger goddess wanted to spin around the house and run outside. Not that she was happy about the destruction of her mother's sacred fields, but at least it meant she'd have some freedom for a while.

After quickly peeking around, Persephone slid out of the house, darting into the forest that hugged the north side of her mother's sanctuary. She used her powers to shield herself from the nymphs as she ventured further into the woods. It was quiet, but not completely – there was the singing of birds, the rustle of leaves, and her footsteps. Mom never could seem to understand why Persephone liked being alone sometimes. The Goth phase she went through as a teenager had vexed Demeter greatly, but Persephone had eventually tired of the look.

She hadn't quite let go of her love of some of the Goth aesthetic, though. Bright and cheery colors and fresh flowers certainly could liven up any space, but sometimes she wanted things a little darker. It was more soothing on the eyes, at least for her. Wasn't variety supposed to be the spice of life, after all?

It seemed that her mother was determined to keep her life as bland as possible.

“Damn, you look pretty mopey there. I hope it’s not because of me,” she heard a voice. She gasped and spun around, seeing Hades sitting in a small clearing between the trees, black smoke swirling under and around him as they held him aloft.

“Hades!” she said, her voice quiet, but she was unable to hold back a note of joy. “No, no. Just… my mom being a mom, I guess. Um, how are you?”

“Much better now that I’m with you,” he said with a grin. She smiled back at that. “Are you still interested in more pick-up lines?” he asked.

“Haha! Yes, please.”

“Then pull up a seat.”

She needed no further invitation and made herself comfortable near him. He looked particularly delighted to see her. Not that she hadn't seen it in others. She was the Goddess of Spring, she was supposed to bring joy to other people. But there was something more profound in the way that Hades looked at her as if he was drinking up her presence but trying to not be obvious about it.

“I put a lot of effort into picking the best lines for you. So, here we go…" He cleared his throat, swiping his hand over his head and squaring his shoulders before looking down at her. "If you were a chicken, you'd be impeccable."

She giggled at that.

“If you were words on a page, you would be fine print.”

“Wouldn’t that make me hard to read?” she asked with a teasing smile. The corners of his lips quirked up almost imperceptibly.

“Life without you is like a broken pencil… pointless.”

“You make a fine point.”

He leaned in, enjoying the banter. She felt her heart thud in her chest and almost didn’t hear his next line. “Did the sun come out, or did you just smile at me?”

“If I can bring a little light to your life, I’m glad for it.” This time, she was the one who leaned in, or rather up, as she lifted her chin, looking at him. A few thick wisps of dark smoke curled loosely around her legs and waist.

“I was wondering if you had an extra heart because I just had mine stolen."

“Pretty bold to accuse me of theft,” she shot back gently, her eyes twinkling. He grinned as he leaned down further, and the smoke around her intensified, now curling around her arms.

“I’m learning about dates in history. Want to be one of them?”

“I imagine I’d be a lot more interesting than all these other dates you mention.”

“I would bet my kingdom on it. Though I'm afraid that'd be insulting to someone like you because no one else wants the Underworld."

“You sell yourself short. And so do your brothers. The Underworld serves a valuable function in the world.”

Even though her mother didn’t like to talk about Hades, she did acknowledge the importance of keeping life and death in balance.

“You don’t need to try to upsell me on this, babe. No one else wants it. It’s a dumping place for dead souls. That’s what I rule over, a dead-end.”

She reached out to touch his hand. He looked surprised, but quickly relaxed and placed his other hand on top of hers. “It can’t be easy, being you. Your house is dreary and depressing and no one wants to visit it, and when you do leave it, your brothers and others make fun of you and give you a hard time and then slap the term ‘brotherly affection’ or ‘Oh, I’m just kidding, you’re too sensitive!’ on the bullying they do to you.”

He stared at her for a moment, and she saw something raw and vulnerable in him, an exposed nerve that she’d unwittingly touched in her sincere attempt to be kind to him.

“Jeez. I came up here to see you and hopefully put a bit of light in my day and yours, and things got serious, fast. Baaaaaabe." He blinked and that vulnerability was gone, like a candle being blown out.

“I’m sorry!” She pulled her hand away from him, looking at him with a stricken expression. “I didn’t- I wasn’t- Hey, wait. You’re the one who brought up the Underworld in the first place-”

He squared his shoulders again, and she recognized the macho act he tried to keep up with the other gods. Somewhere between being kind of a douche, and being smarmy. She had to nip this in the bud, fast.

She grabbed his wrist, and he blinked and focused on her. “You don’t need to do that. Don’t try to act like you don’t have emotions. At least, around me. I’m sorry if I said anything that hurt you, it really wasn’t my intention.”

He scoffed quietly, looking away as if it meant nothing to him, but she saw through his act even as he spoke. “You didn’t hurt me,” he said with an almost defiant edge to his voice.

She let it slide, but she maintained her grip on his wrist. “If you don’t like how serious things got, then why don’t we just go back to what we were doing before? The fun banter and all that? How about it… tall, dark, and handsome?”

“You think I’m handsome?” Hades asked skeptically.

“Believe it or not.” She stared at him evenly. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she smiled. “So… are we still on for that date?”

“Date? What date? Oh.” He blinked and grinned. “You name the place and time.”

She paused, feeling a bit of panic creep in. What if she set up something, and then Mom wanted her help with something, or wanted to spend time with her daughter? She blinked and looked up at Hades.

“Is something the matter?” he asked. “Not having second thoughts, are you?”

“Oh Gaea, no! It’s my mom. She's strict about who I hang around with outside of the virgin goddesses or the nymphs. Kinda hard to jot down a date when you have a helicopter parent who monopolizes much of your schedule."

“No need to fret. You want this, and I want this, so we’ll make it happen, all right?” He looked down at the pale purple hand that was hooked around his wrist, and put his other hand on top of hers, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “The problem is, Demeter doesn’t have enough distractions, hm? So I’ll provide some.”

She could tell by his faint, devious grin that he had several things in mind already.

Some might see her behavior as teenage rebellion. But she’d gone past her teens a long time ago, regardless of how youthful she might look. Her mother might praise her for her maturity at times, but never for things that Persephone actually cared about.

“Thank you,” she said. He looked down at her with a wistful expression.

“It's been too long since anyone's thanked me for anything. I know I said it before, but you are a breath of fresh air. So I promise you a date you'll never forget, all right? Just let me take care of things, hmm?"

“Is there anything I should do?” Persephone asked. He lifted his hand, stroking his chin and staring off thoughtfully for a moment.

“Just bring your sweet self," Hades said with a slight purr to his voice. "If you want to pick something nice to wear, I know you'll rock the look, but as I'm sure you know, there are other things I enjoy about you." He punctuated this with a grin.

She laughed quietly and looked down shyly.

“Is that a blush I see?” Hades asked, and she could hear the curiosity and titillation in his voice. “Ohh.” His tone took on a softness she hadn’t imagined anyone was capable of, especially one such as Hades. “Am I making you blush?” he asked in that same soft tone that was having a much stronger effect on her than either of them could have imagined. She felt his finger under her chin, and she let him coax her face upwards.

“Persephone, you’re adorable. And believe me, I don’t mean that in the way you hear it from others. I mean, babe, this is so sweet you’re practically giving me diabetes here, but I mean that in the best way. If anyone’s going to make you blush like that, I’m glad it’s me. It puts a bit of warmth in my cold, dead heart.”

Her blush only deepened at that, and she found herself unable to break free of his gaze. His finger slid along her jaw, and she took in a slow, shuddering inhale.

If Persephone was aware that Hades was entertaining thoughts of kidnapping her, she would have had a hard time deciding if she wanted to stay or run. Without thinking, she reached up to touch his hand, feeling the warm flesh under the cool-toned skin.

Cold, dead heart. Yeah. After thousands of years ruling a place that no other god wanted and scorned by heaven and earth, no wonder Hades would describe himself like that. Her other hand reached out, and it was Hades's turn to become still, watching her and her actions. Her hand came to rest on his solar plexus, and she could feel the beat of his heart.

Well, his heart wasn’t quite dead. Nor was his flesh, if the warmth of his hand or lips were any indication. She drew her hand back.

“So. I’ll go home and pick something for the date, and you’ll come pick me up?” she asked. He blinked as if coming out of a trance before a slow smile came onto his lips.

“Count on it.”

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Count on it. He’d said these words to her with a calm and collected expression, but inside, his heart was pounding, his pulse racing, his mouth dry. It was hard to not just pick her up and sweep her off, and coax her to put her hands on other parts of his body. He looked down at his hand and wrist. There was no visible discoloration on the skin, but Hades could almost imagine that he saw a soft glow where she had touched him.

The God of the Underworld was many centuries old, but right now he almost felt like a teenage boy, overwhelmed by the maelstrom of emotions that surged within as he watched her walk off. How easy it would be to reach out, extending his arm with smoke so that he could hook it around her and pull her back.

“No, no. You got this. Don’t blow this,” Hades whispered to himself. “She digs you. She thinks you’re funny and she wants to see you again. Patience, patience.”

I don’t want to be patient, damnit, Hades growled to himself. For too long he’d been lonely. For far too long he’d been relegated to life in the shadows. For far too fucking long he’d watched as others – god or mortal – made happy homes for themselves with loving and supportive partners who made even a shabby hovel seem like a mansion because of the warmth they provided.

For far too goddamn fucking long he ruled from a cold and lonely throne, hearing the wailing of human souls, going to an empty bed when he needed rest. No one to unload his sorrows upon, no one to laugh with, no one to offer him comfort on these long days and longer nights. Not that there were nights in the Underworld, but the point remained the same.

He sighed. Would Persephone even want to live in the Underworld with him?

“Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you?” he muttered to himself. He hadn’t even had a first date with her! Speaking of…

“Pain! Panic!" he growled, summoning his subordinates. He had a fair amount of demons and servants in the Underworld, but for some reason, he couldn't fathom, these two were near and dear to his heart, though no one – not even Pain or Panic themselves – would ever guess that. "I have some errands for you..."

[saltylittlecreature]

Okay, the inspirations of the Copper and gunpowder idea

I have some ideas stirring in my head for a little while listening to some videos. So I'm contemplating how certain people work in the setting, alongside inspirations and sources I primarily used. So while those ideas are cooking, I'm Gonna list out my inspirations for this setting, so if anyone wants to do something with it, they'll know some places to draw from if they're interested (This List may expand in the future, please keep this in mind).

Insperations

The Bronze Age: The basis of the setting with many of its technologies embedded in it. It is quite blatant in some of the setting's areas. Although I see it as early into it, I do often pull from it's later histories.

The Copper Age: It was the transition between the Neolithic and Bronze Ages. I dare say it holds some of the primary foundations for many towns.

The Pirates of the Caribbean: Although not by any means traditional, curses and magic in general in this setting are the primary focuses on deals or magic items. There's always a price. For those reading this in an RPG community, think of it like a warlock pack, or artificer. if you want to run this in a system that doesn't work like that, it could be possible more stereotypical magic like wizards or bards will possibly be Trail Blazers, people who are exploring new ways of magic.

Shadow Runer: This could be a bit out of left field, but it's largely from the fact that magic came back and is slowly growing. The very presence of magic is coming back to the world. With enchantment, spirits, and god-kings just being the most recent results. The magic will only grow as time goes on.

Ancient Greek Mythology: This is Cleshay, I know, but it just has so much to pull from. Granted, this is more jumping up points and inspiration of certain elements. I also pull upon Greek mythology because Mikanain Greece is wrapped in here, including bits and pieces of what we know about their mythology. For Example, how Posiden was both king of the earth and underworld and leader of the pantheon (Hadies didn't exist, but Persephone did. Or how Arimiss is present, but Apolo isn't. Or for more recent Greek mythology, how Apollo and Artemis weren't associated with the sun and moon, they had their own gods and myths about them. It's genuinely cool to study to me).

Epic the musical: Yes yes, clearly. But the music of the Epic albums has earned their name ten times over in my opinion. Not to mention has a really good story, and is based on the oddisy. Which as a mythology nerd, is near and dear to my heart. Alongside the songs being a vibe. (The inspiration is both the toll of war on soldiers, the gods having personality, and monsters having one hell of a vibe).

OverlySarcasticProductions: They have so much to draw from, that it be a waste not to include them. The humor and writing advice are very fun to look over and listen to as these are written. At the very least they're worth a good listen.

American Gods: It is something a little strange, but I really enjoy the idea that the more faith a deity has, the more power they get. So even though it is largely animistic, the more faith they get, the more power they get as a result, this doubles for epithets.

[t0rturedangel]

: ̗̀➛ ⚝  Ꞌꞌ    : Яₑdₑₘₚₜᵢₒₙ ━━ ; THE PPROLOGUE

━━ WARNINGS ; swearing, interpolations of hell / heaven, kinda shit, so is the pacing but that's only BC I had a very limited time 🖤

Sitting at your desk you typed away at the laptop you were provided for so you could do your job. While it was boring to be the devil's personal secretary you did manage to get all the juicy details a normal devil or a high ranking demon could only dream of knowing and also, since SATAN was having extreme trouble with his relationships - or better known as sulking because he doesn't have a boyfriend - you were given the responsibilities of attending all of his meetings, and those meetings included meeting GOD, yes that same entity that billions devoted their lives for.

When you first started this job you honestly didnt expect any of the things that did happen to you. For one you were given your own rank within the demon society, leading the hierarchy to go like this : ADAM & EVE - the original sinners, the rulers of the underworld, feared and loved by all the miserable and dammed souls of hell, notably Eve has much more power and status over Adam, since after all it was her who took the bite from the apple, once they died due to their new morality they were sent to a place under the the land they lived on, quickly they claimed it as their own and swore for revenge against god. SATAN & DAMIEN - the son and grandson of the original sinners, though adam and eve have the most power they are barely ever seen, if not they are NEVER seen thus leading satan (their son) to take over the place, but due to his lack of responsibility and want for a relationship he created Damien though he also sucked at the job causing the need for you. [ NAME ] - yes you get your own little rank? aren't you lucky? though you dont have much power and your rank is barely even acknowledged by other demons its still there, making you much much more important than other demons. DEMONS - demons are low ranking, most of them barely even have any powers and they are forced to work, though not as much as devils do. Many demons are rich and boast about it. DEVILS - devils are the lowest of the low, no devil has any powers, they are forced to labour and never catch a break.

You were honestly so happy you had your own rank, it meant that you were something, not an ordinary sinner or hell-born like all the rest. Though now, you couldnt focus on that, instead you tired to type away- trying to plan another meeting with the royal family of the southern rings to discuss their want for more land. Key word "tried", your attention was drawn to a blinding light that shown through your office, a small white letter with a golden wax stamp of angel wings, leading you to immediately register that it was indeed from heaven. You left your email half-way done, crimson red hands holding the letter. You scoffed, heaven was so under-developed, they practically all refused to develop heaven and introduce technology, wonder what this remind you of. Opening your letters, your jet black eyes scanned over it's contents

' DEAR SATAN'S REPROSENTITIVE

Our god wishes to speak to your sinner self, you must arrive at 7:33am exactly for the two of you to speak.

If you arrive late, as your kind tend to do, you will not be let into heaven

Kind regards, THE SAINTS FROM ABOVE `

You rolled your eyes at the language used by the angels, while they loved to preach about how wonderful they are, they hated anything that wasnt them, degrading them silently as to not fall from grace if god hears them. Though after some thinking, you rose a brow- what did god want to talk to you about? All of your meetings with it was completed and done exactly on schedule ( as you tended to have a hate for showing up late ) , werent they? Perhaps it just wanted to have a normal chat with you, the two of you have done that previously as it had gained a 'fondness' of you - its words, not yours - and enjoyed your presence. Deciding to just stop thinking about it you looked at the time, ' 7:30 ' , great you had three minutes.

Standing up you fixed your outfit (which consisted of an overly large beige turtle neck and a long lack skirt that clung to your fiery red skin) and made your way up to heaven via the Latin based spell that you memorized just for these occasions " Peto ut anima mea, licet peccatis mortalibus infecta, ad portas terrae sanctorum perducatur, deus caelorum ingrediendi coelorum potestatem mihi concessit. "

Within seconds you were at the golden gates of heaven, two faceless angels guarding it, wearing normal ancient roman like armor, glass spears in their stiff hands, silver rings acting as helmets . Upon noticing your arrival, though not having faces you knew they scowled and yet still they let you in. It didnt take long for you to find the palace of god, entering it you were greeted with the figure of it. God wasn't a large white man, with a long beard and white robes, God wasnt a reptilian monster who was the same height of a ten year old. God was a voice, a feelings, a thought, it wasnt physical but for the sake of it's subjects it forced itself to have a physical form one that consisted of a tall lanky person ( no one could tell if it was a male or female thus leading people to refer to it as well . . . 'it' ) with long white hair that stretched out like branches that belonged to a tree, long lanky limps and most noticeably it had no face, only a body.

" my friend " it refered to you making you bow out of respect, though many sinners hated god as they thought it was the reason for all the angel's bitchy attitudes it had no control over what it's 'children' did. God always referred to saints as ' my children ' and sinners as ' My lost followers ' hell it even refers to adam and eve, satan and Damien as ' My opposites ' but he always called you ' my friend ' it made you wonder.

" Yes, holy monarch ? " you raised you head, making 'eye contact' with it. " My friend, due to your respect for me and all angels, your sinless actions towards everyone. I have granted you the gift of redemption " it spoke gently yet firmly, not caring to call you out on your shock at the words that felt its mouth " what ?! " you yelped, wondering if this was some type of trick " You heard me, friend, i'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself and join me withing the heavenly walls of peace. The question is, will you take this chance ? " you answered it's quetion with a breathy 'yes' still quite shocked with it's random and sudden proposal " That is most wondeful, my friend. Though you cannot simply be granted redemption just for your acts here, you must prove yourself even more to me. " " How, holy monarch ? " " I will send you to a mortal town, by the name of south park. You are to go there and preform acts of purity " it stated calmly " But. " of course there was a but " You must. MUST. " it's voice boomed, showing how serious it gotten " Follow two rules, understand? " " Yes . . . " " One, you are not to tell anyone what you are or speak in your tounge, their mortal brains will not be able to handle such information and will be forced to end their own lives " though the rule sounded extremally over dramaticated you nodded " and Two, you are not to fall in love with any mortal. Breaking these two rules will never grant you a place in heaven. You will be chained to hell forever. Am i clear? " You nodded, those rules were simple. Simple enough for you to follow and never break, while you were a 'demon' from hell you liked to think you were different from Adam and Eve, they broke god's rule, you will not.

" I will grant you the knowledge of mortals and send you to their land " God's boney hand reached out to you, once making contact with your forehead you felt a rush of adrenaline fill you, your impish body not being able to handle the contact from a god fell onto the cold, damp cloudy ground, everything going black.

" do not disappoint me. my child "

An extremely strange and new hotness engulfed the town of south park as the earth's crust burst opened, the screams of the damned filled the town's silent atmosphere and a figure of a girl landed on the ground, the snow crunched under her weight, the moonlight shown on her face making her look almost angelic if anyone was there to see her, though due to nights reign over south park no one was there to see how she rose up groggily, looking around.

TAG LIST ; @ky-uwu @mishstuff

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

It's been many years since I read the homeric hymn to demeter but let's see how well I remember it from memory (there are definitely free translations out there on the web though do check them out)

It begins with Persephone as a girl who is just beginning puberty. (not at the end of it. context: child brides are the norm) Hades, her uncle, sees her playing with her friends and decides he wants her. So he goes to her dad and asks if he can take her, and her dad Zeus says yes. Then he sinkholes her into the underworld. At no point does he speak to her or anything. Persephone is screaming and crying.

Demeter, her mother, is left completely in the dark. Her pubescent daughter has vanished off the face of the earth and she has no idea what happened. She spends days frantically searching. Hecate, the cthonic moon goddess, tells her that she heard Persephone scream, but didn't see what happened. She joins Demeter in searching. They talk to Helios, the god of the sun. He saw everything- Hades and Zeus agreement, and Persephone's abduction. He doesn't understand why Demeter is so upset though. Zeus consented, and Hades is a king. So what's the problem? Why are you crying?

Demeter sinks into a deep depression. She takes the form of an elderly woman and wanders aimlessly around. There may have been some incident where she turns a boy into a frog. At one point, three teenage girls find her sitting by a well, and try to cheer up because she's so miserable. They convince her to come home with them, so she can have a house to stay in. They think she'll be able to find work.

She becomes the nurse for the newborn son of a rich family. She decides she will make this boy immortal, and no one will take a son from her. But making him immortal involves putting him in a fire every night and at some point the actual mother becomes aware of this and panics because her baby is on fire. Demeter leaves.

She holes herself up in her temple and starves the earth. This is a problem for Zeus and the others, because they're no longer getting sacrifices. He sends messengers and she turns them all away with the same ultimatum: that only seeing her daughter again will convince her to stop.

(It should be noted that multiple gods and goddesses defied Zeus in myth, and are punished. Demeter is the one who succeeds.)

He caves. Hermes goes down to Hades and explains that he has to return Persephone. Persephone is described as shy and a 'reluctant bride'. The reunion with her mother is joyful.

She explains to her mother that Hades tricked her into eating a few seeds though. That is how she tells it. Hecate offers to be her companion and attendant when she has to return to the underworld.

And obviously, that's just the story. It's a rich, complete story and I love it. But it also fascinates for it's cultural context, the festivals associated with it, the society it existed in. All super interesting.

Apart from, I guess drawing attention to how different this is from the popular modern version, I don't know how to convey why the popular modern version feels like the single worst thing you could do with this myth in every single way. Tone-dead, divorced from everything it originates from, shallow as a puddle.

I enjoyed Disney:Tangled. I enjoy other stories about smothered young adults escaping their abusive mothers. Those are not shallow or bad stories or anything. I like dark romances. This isn't about those kinds of stories being inferior on their own merits or anything.

They're just very very bad at being adaptations of Persephone. The worst. They suck as adaptations. The contempt I feel. Can you see why

I think to myself I'm probably over it by now, but then I'll see it again, and nope, the modern persephone/hades remains an eternal instant noodle cup of contempt

[hobeemin]

dionysus

🌸genre: smut, pwp, angst, romance, fantasy, established relationship, greek god au

🌸pairing: hades!min yoongi x oc (persephone)

🌸rating: 18+

🌸warning(s): swearing, jealousy, public sex, exhibitionism, secrecy, doggy style, reverse cowgirl, praise kink, body worship, multiple orgasms, overstimulation/edging, cunnilingus, dirty talk

🌸word count: 1.3k

🌸credits: a few thank yous are in order, to @meirkive mei i love the banners you made! it was so hard to choose 💜💜💙💙 also to @rkivian kiri thank you for beta reading this on such short notice 💜💜💙💙

🌸a/n: this drabble is a prequel to Jamais Vu It will give an insight to the beginnings of their complicated relationship. hope you enjoy 

Lovers Through the Ages

⁂ Hosted by: Professor Naia through @bangtansorciere

⤐  AU Type: a legendary love

⤐  Theme(s): soulmates, star-crossed lovers/forbidden love

⤐  Kinks: public sex, exhibitionism, secrecy, doggy style, reverse cowgirl, praise kink, body worship, multiple orgasms, overstimulation/edging, cunnilingus, dirty talk

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

The deep baritone voice behind her had washed over her. She smiled to herself as she turned around to see him standing there. A smile had spread across her face as he stepped forward wrapping his arms around her. His lips pressed against hers in a breathtaking kiss. It would’ve knocked her off her feet if he hadn’t been holding onto her. She left out a soft purr as his lips ghosted her neck. Her fingers gripped the leather jacket he wore.

It seemed like her brain short circuited when it came to him.

“I-"

He pulled away with a smirk as his dark eyes drank in her form. “Yes, Kitten?”

Her cheeks glowed under his gaze as the flowers adorning her hair began to bloom rapidly. A trait he always loved about her.

“I tried to leave early but you know how she is,” she explained.

He nodded in understanding as his fingers massaged her side with care. “I do. You didn’t have any trouble getting down here did you?”

She shook her head, making her curls bounce. “The forest nymphs are covering for me.”

He frowned slightly at the news. “I don’t want you to get in trouble Persephone-"

She placed her hand on his cheek with an endearing smile. “Yoongi, I love you. I’d find a way back to you.”

His heart swelled at her words. As God of the Underworld, there shouldn’t have been any emotions, but when it came to her, his Goddess of Spring, he’d lay down his life for her. She was the best thing that ever happened to him, and that was saying a lot. After eons of loneliness she practically fell into his lap-literally.

Since that moment, she haunted his thoughts. Much to his surprise, the feeling was mutual. It took some planning, but these secret rendezvous became more frequent. Even though the consequences would be dire if they were ever found out, they decided it was worth it.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you? I was ready to send Apollo to Tartarus for looking in your direction,” he muttered before nipping her earlobe.

“I don’t pay him any attention,” she whispered.

“If he would have touched you, I would have killed him,” he growled.

Persephone looked up at him in amusement. “That jealousy is your Acheille’s heel.”

Yoongi sighed as he nuzzled against her. “You know how he is, but I’ll try to not be jealous.”

“Good. Cause I only have eyes for you, Yoongi,” she said before kissing his cheek.

His cheeks reddened from her confession. It took a lot to get him flustered, but she always found a way. Feeling nervous all of a sudden, Yoongi glanced at her, unsure of what to say.

“Persephone, I need to ask you something.”

The change in his voice made her worried. Was he second guessing their relationship? Was it too much to handle? Would he rather be alone? So many thoughts ran through her mind, she didn’t notice Yoongi dropping to one knee clearing his throat.

She looked down as the realization crossed her face. “Oh my Zeus…Yoongi?!”

He smiled up at her, taking a small box out of his pocket. “I thought I’d be alone forever… I accepted that fate for so long until you came into my life. You wonderful, beautiful being whose heart is so full. You made a place for me and let me love you. I want to spend the rest of my life devoting myself to you. Will you marry me?”

Persephone was stunned. Did she hear him correctly? Yoongi asked her to marry him.

Her eyes misted over as she tried to not get choked up as he slipped an obsidian ring set with amethyst gems. As soon as he stood, Persephone jumped into his arms pressing her lips to his. Yoongi gripped the back of her legs, picking her up and pushed her against the rail.

The party went on below as he kept her on the balcony.

He pulled away, running his tongue against her ear.

“Gonna make love to you right, now my Goddess of Spring. I don’t care who sees us.”

“Y-Yes. Please,” she begged.

The rustling of clothing was muffled by the music below. Yoongi dropped to his knees looking up at her pussy as he pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side. Groaning, he spread her legs stroking her outer lips. She jumped at his touch, biting down on her lower lip.

“Your pussy smells delicious. May I have a taste?”

“Yes, my Hades,” she moaned softly.

Yoongi buried his tongue past her folds, moaning as he tasted her. Such sweet notes. Persephone tried to stay quiet, but he felt too good. Her knuckles tightened on the balcony railing as she threw her head back in pleasure.

Her fingers dragged through his dark hair. He let it grow longer than before. The ends touched the back of his neck. Just enough for her to grip onto. He was relentless. His tongue swirled around her clit, loving the sounds she made. Her sounds grew louder as his fingers added to the pleasure, pumping two while he continued his feast.

Persephone clenched around his fingers and he knew she was close. He stopped his movements, pulling away. She whined out as he stood up kissing her as she tasted her essence on his lips.

Yoongi grunted, feeling himself tighten in his pants.

"I need you now, Kitten."

She nodded as he turned her so she faced the balcony. Suckling on her neck until marks bloomed, he leaned in close to her.

"I want everyone to know we're together. I don't care who sees us.”

Without a pause, Yoongi slipped past her folds. They groaned out in unison. He let her adjust before snapping his hips. She jerked forward, grabbing onto the railing as she tried to keep her sounds muffled. Yoongi sucked in his teeth, taking a handful of her hair and tugging it with a sharp snap.

"Let them hear you."

"H-Hades!!!"

His eyelids fluttered shut from her voice. "Fuck yes Persephone. Say my name."

He slid his hand up her shirt tugging at her bra releasing her breast from their confines. He squeezed, pinched and pulled on her pert nipples as the sound of skin connecting filled the air along with their sounds. If anyone at the party could hear them, they didn't let it on. It was better to not feel the wrath of the God of the Underworld.

His fingers dug into her hip as his movements quickened. Persephone could only cry out as her eyes rolled back. This was a new side to him. Normally he'd be gentle with her but this was a welcome change. Yoongi being rough was becoming a turn on for her.

As if she couldn't have become deeper in love with him, her body readied for her orgasm. She'd been building it since he ate her out. The electric current ran through as her sounds went an octave higher.

"I-I'm gonna…. fuck Yoongi please-"

He smiled wide, kissing her shoulder, and pinched her nipples once more.

"Cum for me Goddess."

Persephone threw her head back as the flowers in her hair burst open as pollen sprinkled down. Yoongi gasped as he followed suit, holding onto her as his forehead pressed against her back.

It seemed to last for some time until both collapsed against the railing.

Breathing hard, Yoongi smiled at her, kissing her cheek and neck before sliding out. He helped her clean up and redress before leading them back to the party.

He couldn't keep his hands off her as she couldn't help but giggle.

The moment was short-lived as a shrill voice screamed over the music.

"PERSEPHONE!!"

She froze in her tracks, gripping Yoongi’s arm.

"Oh no."

"What baby?"

The color drained from her face.

"My mother's here."

[theunexplainable]

Not my idea but @hmshermitcraft . They posted an ask that revolves around gridoc. It's a Persephone and Hades au where Grian is Persephone and Doc is Hades, and Scar is Demeter. It's up to you if you wanna write something abt it but it is a really good au to write about. So ye.

Have a nice day.

The conclusion:

Scar stared at his brother, shocked and elated that Doc had let him free. Although Doc seemed to have taken a toll on Grian's bright demeanor, leaving the once happy god sad and gloomy looking. scar could only imagine the things that the disgusting god of the underworld had done to him, even the though of Doc around his brother made his skin boil. But he knew that because of Doc's deceptive tricks, Grian was now tied to the underworld, and would have to go back eventually.

Grian spoke little while he was there, instead seeking out things that he knew he enjoyed, and staying away from the thoughts that reminded him of his love. He kept a journal to write reminders in, and to write notes about the day. He also sent messages to the underworld, and received many in return, it appeared that Doc missed him as much as he missed Doc.

Scar continued doing his best to cheer up his brother, making flower crowns and gifting him everything he could ever want. But it seemed to do little, so he left the man alone, leaving him to do whatever he pleased although he kept a close eye on the god of spring. So Grian spent his time reading books, he gathered a variety of them from the library, ones on architecture, science, animals, rocks, and even horror. Wasting his time until he was allowed to return to his beloved, the strong but gentle soul that seemed to always make his day brighter.

He smiled down at the letter in his lap, sent from Doc, it had arrived yesterday, and it spoke that only two weeks remained before Grian could return home. Return home to his love, his life, the only person he knew he would ever truly need.

"Grian, I know we have little time left, but I promise I'll save you from that retched barbarian," Scar reassured Grian, sounding sorrowful.

"Scar, I don't need you to save me, and that 'retched barbarian' is the best part of my day!" Grian exclaimed, clearly frustrated with Scar, standing up and pushing his brother away from him.

"Clearly he's bewitched you somehow!" Scar retorted, eyes filling with grief, or were those tears?

"Doc hasn't done anything! He's been nothing but kind and loving since the day I met him!" Grian shouted back, the constant insulting of his boyfriend enraging him.

"WHY DO YOU LOVE THAT FREAK SO MUCH!! Scar shouted, grabbing Grian's wrist harshly, while thorny vines sprung from the ground, grabbing at everything around. Digging their thorns into Grian's ankles, blood erupting slowly from the deep cuts that the vines created. The god of summer seemed enraged with his smaller and younger brother, unaware of the damage he had caused.

"BECAUSE HE TREATED ME BETTER THAN YOU EVER DID!!" Grian screamed back, tears rolling down his cheeks from emotions and pain. Flowers started growing from the vines, their petals a sad dark color, it reflected the pain and emotion in the room perfectly.

[Im gonna leave that there! If y'all want me to write about Grian meeting back up with Doc, tell me! And I hope you have a good day as well @delusionaltalent !]

[holdyourwine]

Praise The Heavenly Goddess and Her Love.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ featuring Poseidon and Hades

YOUR FONDNESS, LORD POSEIDON ; masterlist

(.n) Divination is also the agent which brings about good relations between Gods, because it knows what aspects of love. With the words that helps the couple from Hades’ wise head, it is how their love started to appear.

“So, she just flew away to Demeter’s place as soon the news reached her ears?”

Silver strands of hair swayed following the direction of his head, glancing to the bored expression that etched upon his brother’s face. A small thud aired after Hades lets his frame fall atop of the cozy sofa, earning a frown from the sea God. Those ocean eyes of his move up from the pile of papers on his desk, gazing at his older brother’s strong presence. “Yes, so you may go.”

A deep chuckle grumbles under his breath, “Why so? I did come here to see my Little One, but I do have another Little One here, am I correct?”

His face scrunches in disgust as he notices what Hades referred to was he himself. Hours prior, the sea God was savoring the only time he secretly enjoys in his day ; being with that little Goddess who he demanded to stay in his manor longer than what the agreement with Morpheus and Hera said— with a reason that she still needs learning for she is still very mortal, though every souls who stands upon Olympus could say, how divine she already is and how wise she is as a half, within just 2 years.

Poseidon had to witness how the beam spreads in second within those cheeks of hers, gleaming orbs distracted from him upon the arrival of the Underworld couple in the Heaven, and the very courtesy she granted before those feet bring herself hastily to where the spring Goddess is ; she is very fond of these two, even in her early day of immortal, for her, Hades and Persephone are the closest deity she claims to have a human relationship with herself, since many Gods do not have much benevolence towards others— Poseidon, as in example.

“Out of curiosity, I may know her development, since Melinöe and Morpheus did talk about the work involved with her.” Says Hades, never grows tired of wasting his words for his dear brother.

“Ask her yourself. I did not remember anything.”

A squint in Hades’ eyes brings a slight discomfort to the sea God, as those piercing eyes of his glance to the opened luxurious box in an empty rack of his bookshelf, filled with hand-picked finest pearls of his ocean, messily rearranged in a gold thin chain as if someone tries to stringing it into a necklace. “Then, mind telling me about that feminine thing?”

Poseidon lets out a grunt, slamming a hand to the table as seconds prior he used it to let his face rest upon. It is clear that he does not want to answer, whilst he himself scolds his reckless act for not hiding the stuff, did not expect his brother to come in without any arrival announcement. “There is nothing.”

Hades nods to himself plenty of times, observing the room while his pointer finger taps upon the armrest. Though the words that left his brother’s lips are bold and stern, he himself can dive down to the look that Poseidon has each time Hades mentions the Goddess’ name. Not to bring only warmth to the sea God, the elder deity does have a peculiar sense of being affected by the way a love does change him.

For the ruler of the Underworld, the first 6 months after her ascension were not always filled with the tenderness of his fatherhood— instead what lies beneath is vigilance he showed in his mien before her. With his very brotherly instinct, and for eons he watches the God of the sea ; who has never lowered those eyes of his to any Goddesses, let alone a half-blooded one, it is plausible to aim that he is cautious with what awaits ahead. Does she serve to attract luster for herself? Does she desire the gold crown to be claimed as the one in his reign? What makes his little brother accept her?

O, darling Hades. With only 3 months of association, the very obviousness poured its wet realization to his own version of herself ; whilst his dearest wife— the spring Goddess, Persephone, does take the fascination upon her company around with twinkle within her eyes that speak, “Husband, if only I can wish to meet her before Lady Hera did and be the one who escorts her to this very stage.”

It is truly the power she has in her full consciousness ; what enchants any mortal to immortal lives to take a look with their adoration and astonishment. No one expected that her perfect facade managed to break down the most fearsome God alive— Poseidon himself.

“I found no mistake in being smitten, brother mine. Let alone denying what your heart already urges.”

He witnesses the growth of their chemistry, how the light shines brighter in her face when she encounters her loved one, how something equivalent with affection writes itself within his eyes each time he sees her, how the atmosphere goes dreamy and fluff with the two of them. There is no mistake, they are in love.

“What do you want, Hades?” The sea God seems to grow fatigued with his own brother’s fuss in his place ; while he puts down whatever engages him, he lets those cold blue eyes meet his other ones.

He shrugs his shoulders, “I see the stars shine within those cold blue of yours each time she is before.”

“What an ugly statement. Try again.” His sharp tongue throws a sarcasm which pulls a chuckle from Hades’ lips.

“My, for I certainly cannot say what greater blessing there can be for any man or God To have the right of heavenly Goddess and her love.” An amused glint is shown upon his eyes as Hades notices how his brother’s chiseled body grows tense with the mention of the sweet one who has dwelling inside his mind every day since the 2 years.

Those soft lips go in a thin-pursued line, eyelashes illuminating the softening look he tries to hide from Hades with his usual stern demeanor. “The love that belongs to the heavenly goddess is fair and fairer than any gold, hence those who are showered with the love revealed doing something graceful too.”

“I alone am already—“ “We all know it, Poseidon. You are becoming more humane around her, which is holding the grace in the art of living as a perfect God. Do take care of your own loneliness. Even the wisest king does have a caring hand of a woman who sincerely stays in a marriage.”

His jaw tightens as a form of response to his brother’s insolent sentences— but what holds him back? Is it because it came from the lips of the first one who gained his whole respect as his equal? Or is it also because what he said is true?

“What makes the heavenly love fair, since it compels the lover to take great care with regard to his own excellence and the beloved to do the same. All belong to that sweet goddess, when will you take it to be yours too?”

“You know nothing. I demand you to stop telling me what to do for I am the one who has the right to give myself an order.” Poseidon throws a menace in his gaze, yet the tone that wraps his voice is evident for anyone who hears it, that he just is protecting his pride.

“Said the little brother to his older brother who has been married for eons, having the greatest love with his only eternal flower that blooms in my dead atmosphere?” A frustrated sigh leaves his lips as he gets up from the cozy sofa, walking closer to where his brother sits

Hades puts a gentle smile upon his face, though Poseidon can not witness it for he is dismissing his sight from him, which brings the God of the Underworld a giddy feeling of seeing the sea God being his little brother. “Do not ever waste the time, Poseidon. never thinks of you procrastinating on claiming her heart before her light leaves your world. let it surge like your sea to your veins.”

Before Poseidon can slam whatever force he has within his fist or summon his trident, the elder God gives a soft pat upon his fluffy blond head before disappearing to wherever the God of the sea does not know, not even like he wants to think about it too.

He lets his body fall to the backrest of his chair, eyelids flutter close to conceal the sapphire eyes. It is only a half of the day, yet his brother’s visit did waste his energy. But what a shame, Poseidon finds himself recalling what Hades had said to him, connecting the dots by the end he meets her name echoes within his head. Indeed, she is a goddess. Each sway of her legs, the universe yields to her. Her wise wings which cradle the world, not even he realizes that she cradles him too.

If only Hades did not mention how he might lose her at any time, Poseidon would not let his head full of many things related to her. He remembers how the sun always beams upon her cheeks ever since they first met and until this very day, and how it grows sweeter and delicate with her loving touch, that speaks to him, speaks of her love. How silly, he himself declared God needs no companions as for he might not understand what is so great from being in love, since the matrimonies around him are filled with treason that brings only pain.

Or maybe, if it is as strong as her pleasurable love and with the high tenet I have for living without betrayal, it will not be a really sorrowful union. What did I think?

What a tiring coversation— no, he really wants her. And it does help to encourage him.

***

“Oh? You are finished with her?”

Pulling out one of his hands from his pocket, Hades waves his hand playfully in the air as soon as the sight of a gleaming Goddess enters his range. The satin fabric of her simple dress flows as her legs bring her hastily to him, with a smile full of blithesome she puts in her face to greet the God.

“Yes! I remembered I have not said anything to Lord Poseidon but ran away hours ago, and I feel bad.” A soft chuckle leaves her lips as she tiptoes her feet many times to cease the flooding feeling inside ulon seeing whom she respects after Poseidon, for a month did not meet him due to the business.

He bends his body down, close enough to make her shoves her head back with a funny expression ; a mix of embarrassment and disgust. “So you neglected my wife, hmm? What a bad kid.”

She hurriedly puts her hands atop of his shoulders, forgetting the small gap between them as the panic rushes her countenance. “It is not like that! We sure did spend a good amount of time with tea and sweets, though Lady Persephone wanted me to stay a little longer, but I do think I have to give Lady Demeter her time with her daughter.”

A laugh breaks under his breath as he lets his hand fall upon her head, giving it a soft stroke while he straightens himself. “Sure, sure. Papa knows what my ladies think. So, I will take my part now?”

Hades offers his arm to the younger deity, insisting her to come with him for a talk— which she gladly accepts since she knows the sea God will be fine with or without her presence around, oh, he may not care at all about her though. As she wraps her arm around his, her small giggle splits the air. “Yes, the special time for a special God.”

A sweet and full of joy coo comes from Hades whilst he dramatically lets his other hand clenched around his left chest. The walk is not so long, though it looks like the God who escorts her, it is her who actually points the direction to her private chamber ; not the bedroom, but another room for her to paint, to sculpt statues, and play instruments. It is specially made for the Goddess, under the demand of the owner of this manor himself— Poseidon, as he wants her to feel comfortable in working here.

The smell of hyacinth, and the mildness of vanilla ; the usual scent that trails her body wherever those feets wander shrouds his lungs, with the hint of jasmine essential oil on the table for stuff, acrylic paint fumes and clay— not so strong and intoxicating. The room is in a medium size, with many finished to half finished paintings of the sea under any skies and colours, the soft touches from any subtle silk that hugs the Divine's body, and the majestic within the sea that he notices to be the one God deserves her art ; Poseidon. In the middle, a fancy sofa stands still with a small table that is decorated with a vase of white roses, which she kindly welcomes him to sit above.

“Little one, is there something you want to tell me?”

With an usual amused grin, Hades watches the younger deity pour an exquisite teapot to two teacups, revealing a brown clear liquid that has a mild smell of jasmine. A confused mien showed within her face as she let her body rest upon the soft cushion of the sofa in front of him. “As in what?”

Sipping the sweet tea for a moment, he lets the taste explode on his tongue with its warmth. “Hmm, about my brother? Do you need any help?”

As for her, any emotions can be shown clearly upon her face ; and this time, the shock and embarrassment show. Not very dumb, she knows what the God meant with his brother, and where this conversation leads. “No … ? Why is it about Lord Poseidon?”

A deep chuckles grumbles in his chest as he finds it is enticing to see how the little Goddess tries so hard to conceal whatever she has inside from him, when in fact it is obvious how the butterflies break free from her lower tummy whenever their skins colliding in a small form of physical touch, or when those blue eyes find themselves in her eyes.

“Shan’t you keep your feelings to yourself?”

Teeth against her lower lip, she calms her breath before those orbs glance back to his other ones with wavering sparkles. “He is not someone worthy for me, it is what it is.”

Oh, Hades tries back a snort upon the funny statement— or at least for his ears. If only she knows what he can see through his little brother. “No one deserves to say such a thing, sweet. I am baffled now, why do you two keep denying it?”

“Because he will not want me, and I do not want to get hurt!”

The demi-Goddess seems to not recognize the words you two as she unconsciously cries out with the frustration she tries to suppress all these years with her pure devotion solely for him. “It is love who is concerned with the good and finds fulfillment in it in the company of temperance and justice, whether in the earth or here amongst the gods.”

With the guilt starts eating her up ; for the insolent act, she finds no harm within Hades’ face instead a care that speaks so much. “And with the fulfillment and what I have for him, which I am confident enough to say to be the fairest sense of adoration, it is enough to not desire his heart to be mine.”

As I thought, what comes is the greater blessing from heavenly Goddess and her love. “For if, instead of gratifying your love with only existing in the same divinity equal with Goddesses, as he does claim to be, why not honor both you and his heart?”

The silence pours a cold water all over her sense, for how the astonishment shines within her visage— Hades finds it as a sweet scene inside his head ; how he feels a sense of proud over his apathetic brother, who now has the greatest love and lets any warmth she can give surge into his marble heart, not to mention her true nature where the red that was running through her veins prior. To how such a Divine can hold a majestic loyalty for years, never lets the fatigue eat her, and shower The Poseidon with the given clarity in her love.

“Do speak your heart, little one. For what he has you shall know it if you’re willing to be open first.”

“What if it does not go the way we hoped it …”

The faint voice sounds holding a concealed despair within, as those small hands clench the fabric of her dress. She does not know, though with all the affection she has and the many days she spent with Poseidon— never did she be brave enough to say that the sea God returns her feelings. To even when Poseidon is well known to shove people away from his gate, putting thick and tall wall around, but how he was willing to sleep in her chamber, listening to her worries, or how he often offers his arm to escort her in a hall full of Divines, as if she is his consort. She only thinks it is a courtesy he shows to one who stays loyal to him.

Afterall, he is Poseidon. A hard God to approach and crack. No one is to blame if the Goddess thinks that way.

Hades gets up, doing the same thing he did to his brother ; patting her crown softly before he walks his feet around the room to appreciate the arts. “Trust me, as his brother.”

A puff of breath leaves her lips as she chooses to give up, accepting the advice he gave her as she follows his steps. The king of the Underworld has his fingers upon his chin as his eyes wander to a painting that does attract his attention ; somehow it speaks Poseidon, with the light blue sea water that glimmers under the sun, which is slightly disguised beneath dark clouds, and the rest of the sea seems dark for its unthinkable depth. “You do love him so much, too much, little one.”

She giggles in flattery as she stands beside him, ready to give him a guide to her small gallery. “And is it a bad thing for being too much?”

Hades tilts his head to her direction, a gentle smile is displayed upon his strong, handsome face. He feels proud of her to finally admit what her heart desires, to show it with confidence lies in it.

“Never in heavenly love.”

[] nesi’s note : AHHH IT FEELS NICE TO POST AGAIN!! i hope you all enjoy this hihi btw for references i read plato’s symposium lmaoo so yeah if you feel like reading his mind, yes you are <3

[cyberr-v0id]

This is a copy and paste of my message to my friends

Right: listening to epic the musical the underworld saga.

First note: six seconds into ‘the underworld’ there has already been a repeat of the running motif of ‘full speed ahead’ a throw back to both ‘Storm’ and ‘full speed ahead’. I could make a note about how Odysseus’s speeding into every situation has caused the loss of many of his men, but that would be cruel. I wonder if he will see POLITES down here…?

2. Odysseus has said to ignore anyone else that speaks to them except the prophet. We just know he will not follow that order himself

3. ⁠is that the screams of souls I hear in the background of this instrumental section, or is it my mind again?

4. ⁠’all I hear are screeeeaaaams’ ah. Comprendo. Also mood

5. ⁠oh my god ‘every time I dare to close my eyes I no longer dream, only nightmares of those who died’ _oh my god_.

6. ⁠this is on its way to overtaking ruthlessness as my favourite epic song

7. ⁠’when does a man become a monster’ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

8. -AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. AA. Yes when DOES. A man become a monster. When? Does a cabbage become a meteor. When ~does a cabbage become a blaze. When does a cabbage become a monster~ he has sacrificed everyone in pursuit of his own goals? Are you a monster yet Odysseus? After everything you’ve done? Is that you and your men asking this question, or is it the men that you lost, calling out to you.

9. ⁠this is a throw back to just a man, and it is also repeated in ruthlessness after Poseidon kills most of Odysseus’s men. It is so far repeated every second saga after the Troy saga

10. ⁠’558 men’ ah so it is the dead ones calling out to you Odysseus, calling for your sins

11. ⁠’five hundred and fifty eight men who died under your command’

12. ⁠OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

13. ⁠OH

14. ⁠OH MY WORD-

15. ⁠’Captain why would you let the cyclops live when ruthlessness is mercy-‘ here Odysseus’s cuts off the souls, however they are echoing Poseidons words from ‘Ruthlessness’ when he questions the soundness of Odysseus’s decision to spare Polythemus, and to reveal his name, and when he repeatedly tells Odysseus that ‘ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves’. While the few men who were with Odysseus had not argued his decision to spare polythemus, highlighting their previous deferential respect and strong belief in their leader, as well as their shock at the deaths of a few close comrades, the hundreds who had not been in the cave and who were on the boats now question Odysseus for the decision which he made, but which cost them their life at the hands of Poseidon

16. ⁠’all I hear are screams’ can’t you hear your crew?

17. ⁠‘I keep thinking of the infant from that night’ _OHHH_

18. ⁠AH! POLITES?????? I WAS EXPECTING THERE TO BE A FLASHBACK RIGHT THEN TO JUST A MAN BUT OPEN ARMS????? ‘this life is amazing’ IM GONNA CRY ITS POLITES

19. ⁠this is sung in a more minor key and is far slower to the original song

20. ⁠Odysseus’s gasp and then ‘POLITES’ (in lower case, autocorrect is refusing to keep it small) in such a sad and hopeful voice is just AHHHHH

21. ⁠second ‘POLITES’ after POLITES’s extract from open arms is sadder, and quieter, as if he has realised fully that this is very much a dead POLITES. As if for a moment he had forgotten that his freind was gone. As if his heart is being broken all over again.

22. ⁠oh hello a woman is singing who are you. Let me guess- Anticlea?

23. ⁠’mom?’ Oh that’s sad. Did his mother die before or during the war. He said ‘that voice, it can’t be’

24. ⁠she is singing ‘waiting’ so imma guess during

25. ⁠‘Odysseus when you come home I’ll be waiting’

26. ⁠quick google- yeah she killed berserker out of grief for her son while waiting for him to return home from war. She cast herself into the sea and drowned, hearing a false report that Odysseus had died. This may be the first time Odysseus is realising that the people he left behind could be gone already

27. ⁠‘even if you’re the last thing I see I’ll be waiting’ ‘I’m right here ‘

28. ⁠‘I took too long and ventured too far’

29. ⁠’why mom?’

30. ⁠very sudden build up of the scrams from the quieter section of Odysseus’s dead loved ones, and then he is scream singing, a repeat of ‘all i hear are screams’

31. ⁠‘your past is always close behind down in the underworld’

I’ve spent over fifteen minutes on one 4:13 minute sing, my keyboard is struggling to keep up with my typing. May not have time to do this all today

I started laying to the underworld saga half an hour ago, and I’ve been doing my usual thing of commentate and analyse the songs to my freinds while I do so and-

I’ve managed one song. I’m taking that long, it took me over fifteen minutes to do one single song

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hi, me again! Can you please make a one-shot about Nozel's thoughts about looking for his sister who is fighting Megicula until the part where he and Noelle finally defeat Megicula? Thank you! :))

Hiya,

Ah, more Silva angst, and filling in gaps that canon left. Which is the very purpose of fanfic XD You're very welcome dear

Characters: Nozel Silva & Noelle Silva Genre: general/angst Fanfic type: oneshot Length: ~0.6k Warnings: references to Acier's death, mentions of war, angsty mood

The guard demons had been left behind, and the Spade castle was up ahead. The ground was covered with frost and snow; the air heavy with the mana that seeped through the ground, the cracks of the seal to the world below. But what Nozel felt the most, was the creeping sense of dread. The worry, laced with ice that had collected around his train of thought back in Clover.

It was so strange, that he didn’t know what to think. There was the role that he was supposed to fulfil. In fact, he had many roles to fulfil. He was a captain, and thus he had the role of being a strong, capable mage who’d do his part in keeping Clover safe, along with saving two fellow captains.

He was a Silva, and thus he had a role in avenging his mother by battling against the culprit, who had brought such travesty to his family; who had killed his mother. He had a role in bringing his mother’s soul peace, in the afterlife.

But he was also a brother. And… though his methods had been wrong, the goal was still the same; to keep his siblings safe. Especially the youngest, the one who was there, at that battle as well.

Why is she here…? Yes, she is strong, and yes she wishes to avenge our mom the same but… it was never her battle. He thought to himself while flying forward as the demonic mana grew stronger with each second, along with another.

She really does take after mom too… So, she wouldn’t agree to stay back, even if told so. But it’s still not her responsibility! It is mine! Because I am the oldest. I should be the one to keep her safe, keep all of us safe. I should be the one to go up against Megicula.

I should be the one…

There was another source of mana, one that flowed, roared like the wrath of an ocean. And he knew that mana. There was only one person it could belong to.

If someone is going to bear the price of failing to protect our family, it should be me. Not my sister.

There was a source of malicious mana, one that he could remember so well, even if the memory was from over a decade ago. The memory, the foul stench of that demonic mana would never leave his mind; he’d never forget it, for as long as he lived. Because that demon had taken so, so much from all of them.

Not my sister…

The swirling of the mana, like a vortex, ready to gulf ships into the depths of the oceans, was quieting down; because even an ocean grows tired.

But there was another kind of storm, a raging tide of all the grief, mixed with hatred, that he had harboured for all these years. The grief that had so desperately wanted to shield the family he had left, was boiling over.

“Not my sister…” he uttered to himself, under his breath, barely recognizing it, as he stood on the darkened sky, held up by his mana, and his mana alone. Like a forgotten god, cast down from the heavens, ready to push down the weight that pulled him to the ground once upon a time.

Though he didn’t feel like one. And he didn’t care to feel like one.

All that existed was the fury against the demon, from the depths of the underworld, that was trying to rob him of a family member yet again.

But not this time.

Not this time.

Not ever again.