#can't help it but Poseidon still gets out of it as the worst one

[tazabel]

Draco Malfoy: "Wait until my father hears about this!" Draco Malfoy: is a spoiled little brat

Polyphemus: tells his father Polyphemus: his father tells the guy who blinded him he should have killed him

Telemachus: "Is my father dead or can't he just get home?" Telemachus: wait until his father hears about this

[keerysfreckles]

Luke x percy’s older sister angst/fluff comfort where her nightmares get really really bad and she hasn’t been able to sleep so she lashes out on everyone and distances herself and her and luke really fight but then he comforts her because reader spilled to annabeth and ofc it’s gonna spread hahahah

bummerland — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem poseidon!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, ANGST!!!

a/n: we get the tunnel of love episode tomorrow AND THE PERCABETH HUG SCENE IM TOTALLY NORMAL ABT THIS..

masterlist !

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y/n jolts awake. beads of sweat dripping off her forehead and cheeks. she's surpsied percy hasn't woken up because of her reaction to her nightmares. turning to her left, she sees percy fast asleep.

half-bloods always had nightmares. some campers had it worse than others. tonight y/n could've sworn she had the worst nightmare any half-blood could have.

the nightmares weren't new to the girl. they just started getting worse ever since she got claimed by her father, which was three weeks ago.

y/n wasn't usually the angered type. in percy's words, "she has her moments", but she never was angry at anyone for long periods of time.

since y/n the only older camper in the poseidon cabin, it automatically made her a camp counselor. which might explain why the campers were confused that she didn't show up during sword lessons today. her, luke and clarisse were supposed to teach them today. luke and clarisse managaed to help all the campers, but having y/n there would've made it a hundred times easier.

no one really questioned it, until y/n didn't show up at lunch or dinner that same day. annabeth asked percy about it at lunch, and he guessed she was taking a nap, which wasn't unusual for his sister.

however when luke asked percy for y/n's whereabouts, he didn't know how to answer the hermes boy. percy hasn't seen y/n all day, which only worried both of them.

the next day passed the same way as yesterday. not one camper saw y/n. this made percy more anxious, as well as annabeth. luke made it his mission to find the missing counselor.

luke checked cabin three, and wasn't surprised to only find two empty beds. he then checked the infirmary, the big house (minus the attic), the climbing wall, and near the lake. he ran his fingers through his hair, sighing once he realized y/n was still missing in the camp.

luke was about to go back to his cabin ans call it a night, until his heard a noise coming from inside the woods. it wasn't any sort of monstrous sound, which was the only reason luke followed the noise without a second thought.

he continued to trek through the woods as the noise became louder. he recognized the path was leading him towards the archery range. he can't believe he didn't check the archery range on his own.

once the trees cleared, he saw an empty range. until his eyes landed on y/n shooting arrows at the overused hay bales. luke caught up to her as she was walking to reclaim her arrows, ready to shoot again.

"y/n, we've all been worried about you. none of the campers said they didn't see you. neither did percy," luke grabs her elbow, stopping her movements.

y/n looks at luke as if he had three heads, all with smoke steaming out of their ears. "what are you doing out here?"

luke's surprised by her tone. it seemed rush and cold. he can't remember if he ever heard y/n talked like that.

"i was looking for you! i was so worried about you."

y/n shakes her arm out of luke's grasp and just continues to collect her arrows. "i'm fine luke, really."

luke scoffs, and follows her as she walks back to her bow at the other end of the range. "you wouldn't be avoiding the whole camp for two days, you think that's fine? that's the opposite of fine y/n!"

y/n doesn't respond. she preoccupied herself with loading her bow with a brown arrow provided by the camp.

"what, now you're going to ignore me?" luke's hands were on his hips, watching angrily as y/n continued to ignore his presence. she shot almost three more arrows before he spoke again.

"annabeth told me about you having nightmares," luke's voice was much more soft, but even more concerned.

"why didn't you tell me?" he sounded hurt.

y/n doesn't look towards luke, she starts fiddling with the bow and arrow in her hand. she shook her head, and luke didn't have to see her face to know her bottom lip was quivering.

"i didn't want to bother anyone. annabeth pushed it out of me, and i guess she told you," y/n responded.

luke grabbed the bow and arrow out of y/n's hand and set them on the ground, before he took both of the girl's shoulders in his hands.

"y/n you have to believe me when i tell you, you're not a bother to me. you're not a bother to anyone at camp, i swear."

y/n shrugs luke's hands off her body, and went back to shooting arrows down the range.

luke let out a sound of anger, mixed with stubbornness. "y/n, can you just come back to the camp so people can stop worrying about you, and we can talk about it?"

luke sighs again since he knew he wasn't getting an answer out of the girl.

"gods, y/n, will you stop and just talk with me?"

y/n could tell luke was getting more and more frustrated. she knew she couldn't ignore him forever. she throws the bow on the ground, and discards her arm protection. the girl was now fully facing luke.

"go ahead, talk."

luke starts to explain again how worried he was, and how worried the campers were that no one knew where she was. no one knew why she disappeared, until luke got the information from annabeth, about y/n's reoccurring nightmares.

"all half-bloods have nightmares y/n, you know we all relate to you about that. so why couldn't you just talk to someone about it instead of vanishing?"

y/n tried to respond. her mouth opened, but nothing came out. it's as if her voice box was completely removed. she looked all around, trying to avoid luke's eye contact. she tried to speak once more, but the same croak-y airy sound came out.

"come here," luke simply said, before pulling y/n's arm. he engulfed her in a hug, and she was quick to respond by wrapping her arms around luke's waist. he whispered comforting words in the air, as he held her head to his sternum. he believed she was the perfect height for hugs.

luke heard small cries coming from the girl in his arms, which soon turned to y/n choking on her own sobs. he was fast at calming her down. he did it plenty of times while she was in hermes' cabin, he practically knew her better than she did.

"are you okay?" luke asked once he heard her cries soften, now she was only sniffling. he felt her nod against his chest, and he started to rock their bodies back and forth gently.

"thank you luke," y/n's quiet, "for calming me down, and for finding me."

"like i said, we were all worried about you," luke responded.

y/n pulled away from the hug, "i guess i should go find percy and tell him i'm alive."

[wlntrsldler]

we can't be friends (wait for your love) | luke castellan

synopsis: where luke survives the battle of manhattan and returns to camp half blood, only to see you (his ex) in a new relationship.

based on we can't be friends (wait for your love) by ariana grande

luke didn’t plan on making it out alive from the battle of manhattan, but here he was, back in camp half blood, wishing that he succumbed to his wounds instead of fighting to stay alive. the camp was different, cold and foreign to him, even though he’d spent a good chunk of his life on the campgrounds. all his best and worst memories were made at camp half blood, but that life seemed unreachable now. at this point, luke didn’t know if the memories that he recalled were actually his or if they were just tricks kronos was still pulling on him. 

the campers knew him as the ‘traitor.’ the kids he used to help with their sword skills cowered in fear whenever he approached them. the apollo kids only tended to his wounds because they had to and even then, they glared at him and wrapped the bandages just tight enough not to cut off blood flow. the satyrs who used to slip him strawberries from their fields, spoke about him in hushed whispers whenever he walked by them. but the thing that hurt the most was seeing you walk around with theo harvey, hand in hand, just like he used to do with you. 

he didn’t have the right to be upset. it’s been years since the two of you were last together, years since he held your hand in his, kissed your lips, felt you asleep on his chest. it was before he turned into this monster with hands stained with the blood of the people he considered friends, considered family. he knew you’d move on. he told himself that he wanted you to be happy, to receive the love that you deserved, but selfishly, he knew deep down that he wanted you to have that with him– not the theo harvey, child of athena, favored by the gods. 

at first, luke thought he’d be able to make it through the summer. as far as he knew, the older kids didn’t stay at camp half blood throughout the year, but he was thoroughly disappointed when he found out that a lot of the older kids stayed to guard camp just in case something happened. luke blamed himself for his own suffering. getting used as kronos’ host hurt less than seeing your lipgloss on theo’s cheek when they sparred; or noticing that the necklace he made for you when he was 15 was replaced by the one that theo bought you; or hearing your giggles from across the campfire while theo whispered corny jokes in your ear. he did this to himself.

it made him sick to his stomach. he discreetly moved into the poseidon cabin with percy (he grew tired of his siblings falling silent every time he walked into the hermes cabin. he no longer knew how to sleep in silence because it was always loud and rowdy when his siblings were involved, but alas, that changed too). luke was scared of it at first, knowing that he was on thin ice with the gods, but percy, being percy, scoffed. 

“you already tried to dethrone them,” the younger boy joked, trying to lighten luke’s broody demeanor, “i think you staying in a cabin you’re not assigned to is on the bottom of your list of offenses.” 

“dude. too soon.” 

“my bad.” 

the trio tried their best to cheer luke up. they knew that it was probably difficult for him to come back to camp after everything, but it became clear quickly that luke’s mood was not just due to everyone at camp hating him, but rather because one person at camp wanted nothing to do with him. 

anyone who saw you and luke interact before everything went down, knew that there was something between you guys that nothing in the world could touch. none of them knew the extent of your bond until it was your voice that snapped luke out of kronos’ control. it took one word. one syllable. luke. the second he heard your voice, it was like a switch was flipped in luke’s brain. 

percy made an ill-timed joke after the dust cleared, “if y/n was all it took to bring you back, we would’ve dragged her to see you a long time ago, buddy. would’ve saved us a lot of time.” 

“percy.” 

on the way back to chb, luke revealed that he made a deal with kronos to keep you out of harm’s way. he only agreed to be kronos’ host if it meant that he would protect you, keep you away from all the bloodshed of the war. the titan agreed but underestimated your stubbornness and prowess. when you showed up to the battle of manhattan, a part of kronos knew that his plan was spoiled. 

so luke’s actions, sulking during meals, spending too many hours training, opting to be alone, made sense to them. you hadn’t so much looked in his direction since he arrived at camp half blood; not even a smile, a wave, an acknowledgment of his presence. it was painful to watch luke stare at you from across the room, longing evident on his face, only breaking his gaze when theo finally showed up to take his usual spot next to you. luke still loved you, that part was clear, but at what point was it too much? 

annabeth, who’d watched your love story unfold, and was your number one fan, was heartbroken to watch your relationship crumble. she liked theo, her half-sibling was great, but luke was her brother and as much as he messed up, she felt bad for him. you were it for luke. if luke was going to end up with someone, it was you. she always believed that it was written in the stars, crafted by the hands of fate, professed by the goddess of love herself, that in this life you and luke would prevail and when your time came to exist in the afterlife, you’d find each other in elysium. but with how things were looking, annabeth began to question her own belief system.

it happened during one of the many nights luke couldn’t fall asleep, no matter how hard he tried. he threw on one of the hoodies he left behind at camp before sneaking out of the poseidon cabin to smoke a cigarette, a habit he picked up during his days on princess andromeda. 

he saw you then, standing by the lake seemingly on patrol. he didn’t know that you’d be assigned to guard tonight. if he did, he probably wouldn’t have come out of the cabin. as much as he stared at you and scratched at his palms wanting to talk to you, he never made an effort to. he knew you well enough to know when you wanted nothing to do with someone and how you were treating him right now made your intentions very clear. 

luke was trying his best to be quiet, but he accidentally burned the tip of his thumb with his lighter and let out a hiss. you turned around immediately, sword drawn, in a fighting stance. you narrowed your eyes, trying to make out who was out of the cabins this late at night. 

“shit,” luke mumbled, stuffing his cig and lighter in his pocket. he’d been so distracted looking at you, trying to hide himself, that he didn’t notice the fire was so close to his skin. he raised his hands up, trying to show that he wasn’t looking for trouble, “i-i’ts uh, it’s just me. sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you.” 

you froze in your spot, arm slowly falling to your side. you placed your sword back in its place, walking over to him, “luke?” 

it was pathetic how the corners of his lips quirked up in a smile at the sound of his name leaving your lips. he hadn’t heard it since that day and it made a warmth spread across his chest. he wiped the smile off his face as you got close enough to see him, afraid that you’d think he was making a joke out of the situation. he stood there awkwardly as your eyes studied his face and his body, probably assessing if he was a threat. 

“hey, y/n,” your name tasted sour in his mouth. he hadn’t called you that in years, always referring to you as baby, or babe, or love, or another cringy pet name that you pretended to hate but the blush on your cheeks said otherwise. using your real name felt too formal, like you were strangers. perhaps you considered him a stranger now. the idea made luke want to disappear. “i just uh, came out to get some fresh air.”

you stayed silent, pursing your lips as you continued to stare at him. luke tried not to think about how much of a mess he looked right now. the sweater was a size too small on him, sleeves falling short on his wrists. his pajama pants were wrinkled and stained with mud where they dragged on the floor on his way to the lake. his curls were a mess on his head. he ran a hand through his hair one too many times while he tossed and turned on his cot. the bags under his eyes weren’t the most flattering and the smaller scars that had been added on his face since the battle were disgusting to look at. 

he cleared his throat, “i can go back to the cabin, i-it’s really not a big deal. i’ll just crack a window open or something.”

“where are you staying?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, “i know you’re not sleeping in the hermes cabin. the stolls told me you haven’t been there in days.” 

luke rubbed the back of his neck, “i’ve been staying with percy. ‘m not really welcomed in my cabin right now.” 

“i see,” you replied. 

“yeah.” 

“you need to stop it.” 

luke gulped, “stop what?” 

“staring at me,” you licked your lips before taking your bottom lip between your teeth. you scruffed the bottom of your shoes on the grass, a tell that you were feeling awkward. he was brought back to the day you confessed your feelings for him. 

you were sixteen, he seventeen, right after he returned from his quest. he’d taken you out into the woods to get away from the judgment of the campers about his failed quest. he was lying on his back, pointing out the constellations in the sky, when you got up with your hands on your back. you shyly rocked back and forth on the tips of your toes and the balls of your feet, staring down at him with a red flush on your cheeks. 

you started dragging your feet on the floor, ignoring the dirt that kicked up from your actions that stuck on the fabric of your converses. you had mumbled that you liked him and luke couldn’t believe it. he asked you to repeat yourself, louder the second time, partly because he wanted to hear it again, and partly because he thought he was hearing things. when you groaned and walked away, fully believing that he was messing with you, luke jolted from his position and ran after you. he wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around, proclaiming his own feelings for you in between fits of giggles and kisses to your cheek. 

this scene was the opposite of that. your stare was cold and serious, needing to get this point across. luke thought you looked different. physically, you still looked like his y/n– same hair, same eyes, same lips, but the look on your face was distant. you’d never looked at him like this before, like you didn’t know him at all, like he had no place in the life you created for yourself. luke didn’t know if it hurt more to have you ignore him like you had been doing for weeks, or have you look at him like this. 

“i have a boyfriend, luke,” you sighed, “you can’t keep looking at me like that.” 

“i-i’m sorry,” he stuttered out, tears burning his eyes. “i just miss you.” 

“please don’t do that,” you whispered, turning your head away from him. luke watched you wipe your tears with your forearm and all he wanted to do was engulf you in his arms like he’d done a million times before and hold you until the storm was over. “you don’t get to say things like that to me.” 

luke rubbed his jaw, trying to keep his hands occupied, “you know i can never lie to you.” 

“i need you to lie to me this time, okay?” you refused to look at him now. “i need you to say that you don’t feel anything for me anymore.” 

“i can’t do that, y/n.” 

“i spent years loving you and you left, luke. you chose to betray us,” you placed your palms on your stomach, trying to steady yourself. you felt like you couldn’t breathe. this is why you’d been avoiding him. you knew that the minute he made his way back into your life, you’d fall on your knees, at his mercy. a part of you knew that he wouldn’t do anything like that again, but you also knew that in the off-chance that he would, you wouldn’t survive a second blow. you barely made it out alive after the first one. losing luke for a second time would ruin you. “i like theo. i’m finally learning to live without you and i can’t lose all this progress over some wishful thinking. luke, i can’t do that.” 

“it’s not wishful thinking,” luke replied, sniffling. 

“stop it!” you sobbed, turning to look at him. your tears were streaming down your face, despair and hurt clouding your eyes, “stop it, please! i’m begging you to let me go. i-i can’t have you in my life. don’t you get it? i’m tethered to you. you’re the other half of my soul. you own a piece of my heart that i can never ever get back, but i-i’m exhausted trying to fight you off.”

luke’s shoulders deflated at the sound of agony in your voice. he took a step back, mouth opening and closing as he tried to will his mind to say something, anything, in response to you. but he couldn’t. where does he even start? 

should he tell you that it was the memories with you that kept him sane all those years he was held captive? should he tell you that he visited camp half blood despite knowing that it would cause more harm than good during those years just in the hopes that he could catch a glimpse of you? should he tell you that when the corners of his vision began to blur, it was the feeling of your hands pressing against his wounds that made him fight to stay alive?

he’d stay alive just to feel your touch, warm and steady hands on his tattered skin as he’d always remembered, for a second longer. he’d use his last bit of strength to place a kiss on your knuckles, injuries be damned because he needed you to know how he felt. he’d use his last breath to tell you that you looked beautiful, bloodied and bruised, under the light of the world burning around you. he’d spend the rest of his life hated by everyone in the world just to have you glance in his direction. he’d spend his time in the afterlife in tartarus if it meant that he had a shot at rebirth, in a life where you loved him again. 

“make it easier for me and put me out of my misery,” you choked out, “you at least owe me that decency.” 

luke knew that he was difficult to love. his mom went crazy because she loved him. his dad abandoned him because he was too much. thalia hated him because of who he had become. annabeth still flinched when percy made jokes about kronos because it reminded her of what luke did. luke knew that loving him was a chore, a burden, but he never thought that loving him would cause someone so much suffering. especially not you, who told him once that loving him was effortless, as easy as breathing in oxygen in the air. you once said that loving him was simple. it was second nature to you. 

now, he watched you cry out in pain. pain that he caused. and he knew he couldn’t in good conscience deny you of your request. luke stuffed his hands in his front pockets, “okay.” 

he looked at you, for the last time, before walking away, stumbling in his steps as he left you alone.

[dionysianfreak]

hi!! i can't get this off my mind - love hear your thoughts!

I don't understand and still need to answer for myself: I generally see us modern polytheists pray for and attribute good outcomes to gods' interference/support (eg. good garden yield, long-needed rain, creative or shadow work breakthroughs) and refuse to attribute gods' interference when "bad things" happen (eg. dead plants, natural disasters) because it would be unscientific to do so.

Obviously "gods" is no longer adequate scientific reasoning for the weather forecast. Godly things can happen, but most of the time the reasons are mundane.

So how can we pray for rain from Zeus, get rain, and attribute this to his generosity, when you can't "blame" Poseidon for an earthquake or tsunami that strikes your home?

hello love. I've touched on this a few times on my pages over time. the post that sticks out the most to me is this one. this answer is also going to be extremely leaning on personal opinion/upg so keep that in mind.

i personally do attribute negative things to the Theoi, that has always been a very central idea for my practice. i definitely wouldn't deem this "unscientific", I would argue that it's unscientific to only attribute positive qualities.

my reasoning is that our concepts of good/bad, positive/negative, helpful/damaging, etc tend to be human-centric. we define things as good based on how they effect humans, not how they effect the earth or any other species. one could argue that, in some aspect, earthquakes are positive because they are a product of the earth's movement and constant change. the opposite is also true, the rains that help our crops grow could be very catastrophic if I was a butterfly without shelter.

so, my answer is people will focus on good qualities and reject the bad because they push their mortal, human morals onto the natural workings of the earth. our planet was not made specifically for us, it's a miracle that our species even evolved and gained the ability to conceptualize religion. the Theoi would have carried on had we not evolved, but we did, and that's the blessing of our existence.

it can be very eye-opening to begin praising the Gods for the bad things in life. it helps you realize that existence, especially with how vast and diverse it is, is not all about humanity. killing that part of your ego allows you to get infinitely closer to the Theoi because you are no longer rejecting parts of Them that don't benefit you. the true blessing is that we evolved to the point that we are able to form the connections and commune with the energetic side in the first place, not the gifts or benefits that may come with it.

especially because, in more cases than not, the bad is what clears the way for the good. your partner leaves you and you're shattered, but it allows you to follow your passion without someone pinning you down. you're kicked out of a job you worked hard at, but you avoid a disaster that occurs in that building. so then, what constitutes something being good and something being bad ?

you generally see people pray for good things because most people aren't inclined to share the worst parts of their lives. this is the internet, you're only seeing a very small part of someone's practice—the parts the choose to show you. behind the scenes, we all struggle, so remember that what you see here is but a small slice of our real lives and praxis. for the ancient people, the bad things certainly outweighed the good. in modern times we live very privileged lives compared to them, especially with modern medicine and widespread access to diverse foods and cultures. it makes sense that they would only wish to invoke the good qualities, the bad ones were already way too prevalent.

this answer is also swayed by my belief that the mundane is the most Godly. I believe the Theoi encompass all that They rule, and are present in every being and object under Their wing. it's an extremely animist-leaning perspective. I hope this can help you come to your own conclusions :)

[udaberriwrites]

Annie! I'm baaaack! For this third ask...

Tell me about Hades - specifically, Hades, Dusa, and Persephone!

Dusa

1: sexuality headcanon

She's canonically ace, which was great! I headcanon her as heteroromantic as well :D

2: otp

My girl is in a QPR with Zagreus and living her best life 😎

3: brotp

With Megaera! As I said before their friendship make sense to me. Meg's direct approach and self-confidence would likely register as safe for Dusa, especially because she'd know that Meg doesn't suffer fools lightly, so if she chooses to hang out it's because Dusa is worth it.

4: notp

I don't outright hate any ship, but there are none that call me either -- see 2.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

She has a little cubicle up in the rafters where no one else can find her if she needs a few minutes to herself. It is lovingly decorated and very cozy.

6: favorite line from this character

"Friends, for all eternity."

7: one way in which I relate to this character

How adamant she is about earning what she has when it comes to her work; her dedication is admirable.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

Being unable to hold a long conversation with Zagreus without fleeing... I just wanna give you nectar and be your friend T-T

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Cinammon Roll in Chief at the House of Hades, it says so in the administrative chambers somewhere.

Hades

1: sexuality headcanon

I jus can't see any of the Greek gods as portrayed in Hades caring all that much about gender and sexuality as mortals understand it.

2: otp

Probably a romantic relationship with Persephone and a QPR with Nyx. But Hades/Nyx/Persephone is great, as is Nyx/Persephone with Hades as their supportive bff.

3: brotp

With Charon, on account of him being the only deity that isn't constantly trying his patience. Also, with Cerberus, because he's the bestest boy.

4: notp

Zagreus and Melinoë. I know,Greek myth didn't shy away from that at all, but the game makes a point of having Zagreus not be his own uncle AND great-uncle so... let's keep it that way xD

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

He keeps snacks on one of the drawers on his desk and waits until no one is looking to indulge. It is the worst kept secret in the house (Hypnos regularly pilfers some whenever Hades leaves)

6: favorite line from this character

"Be still. These waters... teeming with Poseidon's river denizens. That one there, before me... it's been taunting me, I think, for quite some time." <-- Inner dork alert

7: one way in which I relate to this character

Going in to work is hard sometimes xD

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

Him losing repeteadly to his son... until you unlock Extremer Measures 😵

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Probably more problematic fave than cinammon roll. He's not winning any "Father of the eon" awards,that's for certain.

Persephone

1: sexuality headcanon

Same as Hades, gender is very much not a factor when it comes to attraction (she still enjoys peeking at Achilles' pectorals from the corner of her eye, she isn't blind, thank you very much)

2: otp

Same as before, any Hades/Nyx/Persephone combination is awesome.

3: brotp

With Nyx and/or Hades if not romantic. Also, with Hypnos, because the house can really use someone who's able to lift everyone's spirits and she finds him funny.

4: notp

Again, with Zagreus or Melinoë, they are her kids after all.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Skelly was Demeter's lover and thus her father. After dying, he made a pact so he could keep watch over his godly family.

6: favorite line from this character

"My heart soars, knowing you live. Then it breaks, that our time together was so brief." ☹️

7: one way in which I relate to this character

She's getting the whole family back together or so help her--!

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

Did she and Zagreus talk or just stare at each other in awestruck silence for literal hours in some of those cutscenes??

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Has people fooled into believing she's the cinammon roll of the triad. She raises more hell than the other two combined.

[sacrificiallane]

— ˗ˋ PERCY JACKSON c.ai ୨୧ ˊ˗ — 23.12.2024

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  scary? my god you're divine ― you love to defend our fav boy ♡ percy is left to wash the blood from your bruised hands

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  nightly visits ― you sneaked out of camp to visit him & he's worried. you just missed him :(

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  obsessed with his ex ― Annabeth is nothing but kind to you. you despise her anyway...

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  helping with your fears ― you're scared of deep water. our pretty boy is here to help ♡

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  having lukes mindset ― the gods keep disappointing you. percy fears you're drifting away from him...

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  soulmates in every universe? ― he knows he's in love with you, and he hopes you know it too.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  lazy summer afternoon ― sunbathing with your flirty boy ♡

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  love/hate relationship ― even with your sword against his throat, he still thinks you're everything

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  he's being mean' ― Percy doesn't want you to get hurt. he just could've been a bit nicer....

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  good, more water… ― someone treated you shitty. Percy will deal with it.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  campfire drinking ― he loves to see you enjoy yourself

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  lipstick stains ― your relationship is fairly new and 'secret', until everyone sees the accidental lipstick mark you've left on his skin... oops

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  you're hurt, and he's an idiot ― percy doesn't want to freak you out but oh gods! you're bleeding!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  platonic kissing? ― an accidental kiss between... friends?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  cant come between them ― Percy and Annabeth have been friends for a long time. it's hard not to feel excluded...

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  the greatest ― his worst fear becomes reality when someone sticks a sword through you :(

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  the great war ― he trusted you! you betrayed him...

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  home ― Percy back comes home to you. battered and bruised, but alive.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  lucky you ― sloppy make out with our favorite boy ♡

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  husband!percy // the quiet life ― he never thought he would get to settle down...

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  deaf!user // charm bracelet ― Percy makes you wear a charm bracelet so he always knows where you are and if you're safe (mostly makes sense when user is also mute, or barely speaks, as they can't hear their own voice)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  mortal!user // can't reach him ― it's dangerous for demigods to use a cell phones. Percy makes an exception when you haven't been able to reach him for days :(

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  mortal!user // always an angel never a god ― it's hard to understand him when you both live a very different life

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  popstar!user // moral support! ― you're an uprising pop star and Percy is here to make sure you feel supported! he just has to get through your security first...

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  athena kid!user // spidery scares ― you're a force on the battlefield. but gods forbid a spider crawls up to you. a silly one for the funsies.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  aphrodite kid!user // dense idiot ― Percy doesn't understand why you keep following him around. are you - perhaps - messing with him??? pls say you're not.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  apollo kid!user // pls just heal him ― Percy can heal himself, but you just do it so much better! he's crushing

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  ares kid! user // daddy issues ― Percy makes sure to give you the love you deserve, as your father keeps letting you down.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  ares kid!user // enemies to lovers ― nothing gets you more in rage than losing to the son of Poseidon. he finds it hot

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  ares kid!user // all just and act? ― your siblings have always been bullies. it's just a little hard on him when you play along..., do you even love him?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  dionysus kid!user // life of the party ― Percy doesn't do parties, except for when you're there.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  hades kid!user // his fault...? ― you don't necessarily like the son of Poseidon. care to explain why?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  zeus kid!user // a zap to the wrist ― you hurt him because of an argument. he's shocked! quite literally...

♡ masterlists

[flower1622]

Yes! I think the same too. As a person, I think Annabeth got a little better despite her arrogance...but as a partner, no please! She and Percy are just that popular couple that the guy is totally whipped for the girl and does whatever she wants without them having a good communication outside of the only thing they have in common. She even made Percy ask her to dance. It kinda gives me the vibe to me that only her problems matter and his are funny to laugh at or make a joke about it. I know she has her traumas and insecurities, but try to look superior to others making fun of her own boyfriend is not the best way. Percy can even be smarter than her many times. He ends up being the one to save her. She is intelligent and both help each other? Yes. So, I don't get the vibe she gives like "Percy would be totally lost without her". I think if it weren't for Percy, it would be really hard for her to get out of Tartarus, right? (I didn't read HOO). She even was rude to Rachel, a girl she has just met and got jealous because of Percy, a boy that wasn't even her boyfriend at that time. In my honest opinion, from what people commented, it looks like both (Percy and Annabeth) had more chemistry with other characters than with each other. Annabeth's nickname for Percy is the worst. Her actions prove what she still thinks about him: a seaweed brain that can't think by himself. Both don't like each other's parents (Athena and Poseidon). To be honest, I think Percy having Ares or Hades as a father in law would be more funny and interesting than him with Athena. Sorry! 😅

I really don't know Rachel very much, but I think she would be a healthy and better option for Percy because they could balance each other and talk about their lifes without any problem. Rachel wouldn't try to look superior to Percy. She would try to understand him and his traumas. Both could try to do normal things, have a normal life like Percy always wanted too. If Percy was still needed to be the hero, she would also understand it and would remind him that he is still half human (Sally Jackson's son) and that he doesn't need to look strong all the time because what really matters is who he is and not what he can do.

Why Percabeth doesn’t work for me

One thing I’ve noticed with the Percabeth fandom is that there are a lot of jokes about Percy being scared of Annabeth (just saw one where the joke was he wasn’t scared of his mom’s reaction to a bad grade but of his girlfriend’s)

Which is just like, don’t they realize you shouldn’t be scared of your partner? Like it’s not funny at all, it’s just bad. A partner should be supportive and you should feel safe in confiding with them, not scared of their reaction. 

I know some percabeth fans will defend this as lighthearted jokes and I shouldn’t be taking them so seriously, but this is really the root of percabeth’s problem, and why they don’t work for me. 

I love Annabeth, don’t get me wrong, but she’s always been really unfair to Percy. She’s very quick to react with anger as soon as he does something she doesn’t like. It’s also 99% of the time, not Percy’s intention to be hurtful and just honest mistakes. 

Annabeth has that stereotypical girl problem where she’s really bad at communicating what she wants to Percy and expects him to read her mind and gets mad when he doesn’t. Rachel does the opposite of that. She’s straightforward and honest, and Percy himself said that it’s so much easier for him to be with Rachel compared to Annabeth. 

Rachel lets Percy know what she wants, Annabeth expects him to. 

That’s the reason Percabeth doesn’t work for me, and why I think Perachel is better. 

[yourstruly-caycay]

hello hello! :D this is my first time talking to you, so i hope we can get alooong~ i wanted to see how would buddha and poseidon react to their lover's death? i always love good ol' angst, hehe. anyways, i hope you had a great day and stay healthy! much love <3

Thank you so much! I've seen your work with record of ragnarok and damn it was so so good, we can have nice conversation if you want, my message is always open.

Buddha

This man doesn't know how he will react seeing your body in a coffin, it feels like only yesterday he see you doing okay and spending time with him. But, just seeing your pale skin and heart not beating feels unreal to him — time actually is unpredictable. Even after you've been buried, Buddha still sit in front of your funeral just kept quiet, his mind is shallow... he doesn't even know how long he has sit either. He clench his fist as rain finally set down, his tear finally flow down after trying to process everything. He just keep the tears flowing, doesn't know what to think anymore. Ever since his lover's death, no one has ever see him, he's been stuck in his room for... not sure how long, even himself can't tell. He'll always look at the photos of you and him together, he smile at it and laugh at that moment, then come back to reality where he'll feel lonely once again. Unsurprisingly, he won't be in a mood eating snack or sweets. Even if he want too, his stomach will always feel drop and he feels like his weight has decrease day by days. If his lover see what happened to him, oh she will hit him in the head and tell him to at least stay hydrate and eat a lot — which I doubt it would ever happened. Slowly, month pass by, he slowly getting out from his room, but the progress will be very slow. He will eat, but only a little for now. He doesn't smile or talk a lot with other deities too, nor anyone have even see his usual cocky smile or eating a bowl of sweets anymore. Everyday, he always visit you with your favorite flower. Sometimes, he would just chill sitting in front of your graveyard and talk about his days — he even admit that he miss you a lot and wish that you reincarnate to another life so he can see you one more time. Then, months Pass by, he slowly getting better and getting back to his usual self. Although, he'll always remember every moment he have with you, sometimes he still visit you and talk with you to relieve his troublesome days — his love toward you still intact. 

Today is a nice day, your own birthday. And Buddha bring a bowl of sweet and a flowers.

“Happy birthday, Y/n, brought some of your favorite flowers.”

He sit in front of your grave and give you a sweet, “You always eat this chocolate, you probably can eat this for a day.” He chuckle at the thought of a moment where you secretly eat a bowl of his sweets.

“It must be lonely for both of us to be apart,” he continue, “Would be happy if you hug me even though you’re invisible haha.” He jokingly said it as he continue to eat.

But suddenly, the sky become cloudy and it’s rainy, his face show an irritation and curse the rain, “Fuck you for ruining my day.” He seriously just wanna have some nice conversation or probably just sit by your side.

But weird enough, he feel his body is warm, as if he’s being hug. “Am I having a fever?” He become confuse.

Poseidon

He’s seriously will break down hearing your death, not break down as in he’ll go crazy, but without himself knowing — there’s already a tear coming out once he’s all alone. He want to stop it, but it won’t.

His face look dead, but he’s always eat and stay hydrate, he’s not gonna look weak and tired in front of other deities. He still have his usual cold expression, but only Hermes and Zeus who know how tired Poseidon is.

Day by days, he’ll be more cold-heart and his short-temper become worst. He secretly get frustrate easily too. He’s actually been quite than usual, not even interact with other deities unless it’s a work or maybe his brother need a help.

Every night, he always look at your picture, it’s the only thing that make him feel alive. Sometimes, he just want to finish his work quickly so he can see his lover’s picture, does that actually show just how desperate he is at your dead?

He’ll secretly smile when looking at the picture of you both together, every pictures of you will be cherish by him. It feels like he start going crazy at the fact that you’re not here, yet he can still feel your present. 

Of course, he’ll hide the fact that he’s going crazy. It’s embarrass to know just how he’s perfect, but he sometimes pretend you’re here without himself realizing, he’ll remind himself that a perfect god wouldn’t do anything crazy or having a weakness.  

When he visit your grave, he’ll probably just stare at it. Unsure of what he want to said it, but he always have a flower to give to you. There’s another time where he wonder if you watch him from above just watching his routine, or maybe you become a ghost and explore his castle. Nah, that’s impossible, he just wish at this point he want you by his side to stop this crazy thought he have.

Some deities assume that he has finally come back to his usual self, but in reality, he still hasn’t move on from you. Sometimes he whistle the lullaby that you once sang it to him, he’s just covering his sadness from other god/goddess — and no way in hell he would even show it either. He’ll glare at anyone who talk anything bad to you, actually not all god/goddess are even brave enough to talk about you either.

Poseidon are about to sleep after a long and hard work, he’s being in his usual sour expression. 

“Welcome home dear.”

He immediately turn around, but found no one. He swear he just hear your voice somewhere. He clench his fist, clearly irritate and just want to stop this madness he have.

“How’s your day?”

“Stop it.” He thought.

“Hey, umm... can I have a hug from you?”

“I said stop.” He goes to his room and lie down on his bed, just how crazy he has become now, he’s closing his eyes trying to calm himself down. 

“Hey, I miss you.” 

The voice... he open his eyes, and he see you beside him with your usual sweet smile. How long has it been he has saw this face to face? Crazy or not, he feel the need to stroke your face, to feel you for once. When he want to touch it, suddenly your figure is gone, it’s just an illusion all along.

He sigh and glance at your picture, how long will he suffer now?

[greekbros]

"greek-Bros: The Truth"

Poseidon: *waking up tied to a chair and a dark room* ugh ...what?....Where am I??

Zeus: *shines a very bright lamp light into Poseidon's face* Hello brother.

Poseidon: what?! What is all this? Zeus explain yourself or I'm telling MOTHER!

Hades: *comes out of the shadows* Oh she won't help you for the time being.... She is in dispose of at the moment.

*elsewhere in some random island*

Rhea: *reclined on a beach chair enjoying her tropical vacation while being serenaded by a local god who's become romantically enamored by her beauty, clearly will be in disposal for a while*

*back to the interrogation room*

Poseidon: No! I knew this was going to happen but I had no idea you both were in on it! You've come to take my position as God of the oceans, and subsequently take my wife!?! Well you can have my wife, but you will never have my patronage over the seas!

Zeus and Hades: *disappointed but not surprised at the fact Poseidon would trade his wife* .....

Hera: *busting through the door* WHY ARE ALL THE LIGHTS OUT IN HERE YOU BOYS WANT TO GO BLIND OR SOMETHING?!? *Turns on a light switch subsequently blinding everyone in the room for about 5 seconds*

Zeus: Hera! You ruined the tone of the moment!

Hera: Zeus I really don't care, anyway, Poseidon tell us the truth..... Did you have sex with Medusa?

Poseidon: ......what?

Hades: we're asking you this mostly for the sake of clarity, because the implications of you having a sexual relationship with a gorgon not only is a major infringement on the laws bestowed by us Gods millennia ago....but to put it quite frankly....it is very scandalous even for you.

Poseidon: ..........I am no snitch, not even for me.

Zeus: .... That probably sounded a lot better in your head didn't it?

Poseidon: I still stand by my comment.

Hera: ..........Demeter.....get the peppers.

Demeter: *comes in with a little plate of extremely hot peppers, stops right next to both siding, snap opens one of them and puts each open side on his nipples* I sorry brother, but for having sex with a gorgon must be punished by humiliation.

Poseidon: *trying to save face and not show any pain even though his nipples are now currently on fire* I do not care, do your worst, I'm still not explaining myself about my relationship with Medusa.

Zeus: ..... I believe I have a faster way of getting the answers

*later after Zeus has turned Poseidon into a small crab and put him in a jar, is holding a bowl of mysterious white liquid*

Poseidon: ZEUS! ZEUS LET ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE OH GODS LET ME OUT! ILL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING!!!!

Hades: .... I must admit brother, this was a little cruel even for you.

Zeus: what? It's just watered down tartar sauce what did you think it was?

Hera, Demeter and Hades:......

Zeus: Oh come on now, you all such little faith in me?

Hera: yes.

Zeus: My dear you do not speak for everyone here.

Demeter: I don't mind it she's right.

Zeus: Demeter please.

Poseidon: okay, I will tell you everything..... Medusa and I had an affair together, but I didn't know she was a gorgon! She was in human form when I had sex with her in that temple! *starts crying, than stop on a dime* but the whole thing was completely consensual I swear.

Zeus: .... Well in that case that calls for even more humiliation considering you should have known better than to have sex with the mortal inside a temple.

Poseidon: BUT MEDUSA ISN'T A MORTAL WOMAN.

Zeus: .....well...she's not alive anymore.

Poseidon: ......fuk.

Athena: *comes into the scene of all the older gods torturing Poseidon* Father, I have those scrolls you w-*stares at everyone*

Zeus: .... Athena, my dear.... please close the door.

Athena: *closes the door but she's decided to stay*

Zeus: no no, you can leave, you don't have to be here.

Athena: If it involves Uncle Poseidon and....what ever this is .....I want to see it.

Poseidon: YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY LET THAT LITTLE BOOK MAGGOT SEE ME LIKE THIS?!?

Athena: *suddenly sitting and with a bowl of popcorn* ....

Zeus: well, looks like she's staying.

Poseidon: *feeling even more shit*

[posallys]

The fact that Poseidon did nothing against Gabe urks me. I'm declaring he did and Gabe has the absolute worst luck in the world. Like zero. The last piece of luck he got was when Sally found him and married him. Like Poseidon can't outwardly do anything to Gabe because of the benefits for Percy with monsters but it doesn't mean he can't have good luck

i get what you're saying but i'm going to sort of debunk it and say that he did way more than you think he did. it's all below the read more

alright, so we're all aware of sally's "if my life is going to mean anything i have to live it myself" thing and how she specifically says that she can't let anyone take care of her.

now, i find this interesting because this is after the package with medusa's head mysteriously reappears on percy's bed.

and, if you remember, when percy is talking to poseidon on olympus, poseidon mentions a "package"

okay these two quotes are very important, so remember them: "You must make an important choice." "no one can choose your path, percy. You must decide."

well, the "important choice" is obviously referring to what to do with medusa's head, and if you run through the list of options, the only plausible one is what did happen: using it to get rid of gabe. and this is confirmed through percy's thoughs in this part

so it's pretty obvious that poseidon had sent medusa's head to percy's apartment with the intention that it would be used to get rid of gabe.

now the second quote... "no one can choose your path, percy. You must decide." that's a VERY significant quote to me because it sound eerily similar to what sally's famous quote "If my life is going to mean anything, i have to live it myself...i have to find the courage on my own."

so it can kind of be inferred that poseidon knows how sally thinks, and at least guessed what would happen with medusa's head. to me, the fact that poseidon knew sally enough to say something so similar to what she did means that there was a reason he didn't get rid of gabe FOR her, and that it was because he knew she didn't want him to. she didn't want to be taken care of. i think a lot of what we see with poseidon in tlt is him not wanting to overstep these boundaries that sally had set up in her and percy's lives, and outright getting rid of gabe (like he wanted to, which is evident when he gives her a tool to do just that) would have crossed that boundary and gone against her wishes.

Now you may be wondering: but how did he know that sally wouldn't be okay with him doing it? why wouldn't she want him to help get rid of her abusive ex?

well, in my opinion, it's because she quite literally told him that. "You sound so much like your father...He thought he could solve all my problems with a wave of his hand." this leads me to think that her and poseidon had in fact talked about how she doesn't want him to do things for her, and poseidon not getting rid of gabe isn't necessarily him not caring, it's him respecting what sally wants.

not to mention the fact that sally is able to send him to all these fancy boarding schools? there's no way she'd be able to afford that on her own, and i highly doubt that gabe would have paid for it. so where was she getting the money? my guess is that poseidon was helping out somehow there, too, and that the reason sally was okay with poseidon helping in that instance was because he was helping percy by getting him out of a bad situation and not helping sally. ya know?

so anyway yeah i think poseidon definitely did a lot more than most people think he did. in the end, it's sally who gets rid of gabe, and she still gets her "i have to do it myself" thing, but poseidon is the one who gave her a way to do it.

[flightfoot]

2/2 Poseidon outright apologised to Percy for giving him heroes fate. Not all gods were oblivious to how much heroes suffer. Not every god gave them quests for trivial matters, Their existance is necessary, since gods can't do some things, but not everyone averted their eyes from it. Do you think Apollo will realise, that he was one of the worse gods in that regard, and not everybody thought the way he did? That some of the Olympians faced the reality head on, and he was just fooling himself?

It’s true that not all the Olympians averted their eyes from it. Poseidon, Hermes, and most of all, his own twin, Artemis, all seemed to fully realize how tough being a demigod is and how much mortal lives are worth. Artemis willingly took the weight of the world from Annabeth, a girl she’d never met before, knowing it was a trap, so that she could save her! She TRIED to refuse giving the Earth over to Percy, believing that the weight would kill him. And she properly expressed her thanks at them rescuing her, absolutely REFUSING to allow Percy and Thalia be incinerated! I imagine that as horrified as she is at all the pain and suffering Apollo and his friends have been through, she’s glad that he’s AT LEAST now acknowledging to himself, and to everyone else, how much mortals are worth.

I dunno about Apollo being one of the WORST Olympians on that front. He’s worse than Poseidon, Hermes, and Artemis, certainly. But I’d say he’s better than Ares, Aphrodite, and Dionysus (especially as Bacchus). Ares is just kinda a jerk, and can be pretty scary to hang out with. This one sentence in The Last Olympian, where Ares is greeting Clarisse, makes me wonder…

She looked pretty overwhelmed. All she could do was nod and blink, like she was afraid he’d start hitting her, but eventually she began to smile. (343)

I do wonder if he’s yelled and hit her in the past. He seems to really want his children to EARN his help. Also, there was that time he cursed Percy in Titan’s Curse, just because he was still pissy about Percy beating him, fair and square.

Aphrodite just doesn’t seem to care for individual people much. She helped Percy out in Titan’s Curse, but that seemed to be because she loved watching his love story. She was fine with leaving Artemis to rot, and she really wanted to make Percy’s love life more “interesting”. It’s kinda hinted that she’s behind the love triangle that develops between Percy, Annabeth, and Rachel. She also was hinted to be behind the whole love triangle Annabeth was in, with Luke and Percy (that one was always weird). She really just seems to regard mortals -and probably immortals too, given Apollo’s track record - as interesting stories. She accidentally slips up and says as much to Annabeth, Hazel, and Piper in Mark of Athena.

“Well, I can’t take credit for all your troubles,” the goddess said. “But I do love twists and turns in a love story. Oh, all of you are such excellent stories - I mean, girls. You do me proud!” (234)

I think she’s actually the worst one at not treating demigods like actual people. Heck, I dunno if she treats ANYONE like an actual person, except for maybe Ares. 

Dionysus is a massive jerk, but he does help demigods occasionally when he doesn’t have to, like when he drove Dr. Thorn’s minions mad in Titan’s Curse, cures Chris in the Battle of the Labyrinth, and asks after the welfare of his remaining demigod son, Pollux. That being said, that’s AFTER he’s been Camp director for several years at least, and has had to interact with them on a daily basis. He still likes to PRETEND he doesn’t care, at least. And if Bacchus is anything to go by, before being forced into close proximity with demigods for extended periods of time, he really didn’t regard them as people worth helping. Which is especially bad for him, since he WAS a demigod! He should know better!

Athena seems to know and care about the plight of demigods, and she’s especially protective of her own children. 

Can’t judge Demeter, she doesn’t really have characterization beyond “cereal”.

Hestia loves and cares about everyone. She doesn’t really do much directly, though.

Hera is pretty pragmatic about demigods. She helps out Percy and Annabeth in Battle of the Labyrinth because she knows they’ll be needed, not because she cars about them on any personal level, and she wanted to abandon Nico. She lets Percy wander around aimlessly for months while being pursued by gorgons before she FINALLY decides to lead him to Camp Jupiter. The only demigod she cares about on any personal level seems to be Jason, and even that’s REALLY messed up, since she seems to consider him to be her property. No surprise with Hera, though, she’s kinda known for being a jerk, ESPECIALLY to everyone even tangentially related to her husband’s affairs.

Hephaestus just seems kinda awkward around demigods. He does the sort of casual-threatening thing that the gods tend to do, but he’s nice enough, and he doesn’t take offense very easily. He actually seems to have a fairly similar level caring that Apollo does, where he at least TRIES to keep an eye on all his children. He’s just more awkward with people than Apollo is. A LOT more awkward. Honestly, I think he might be on the autism spectrum. It would certainly fit with his social awkwardness and need to stim. Anyways, I guess he might not necessarily not acknowledge mortals’ value, he just doesn’t know how to interact with them in general.

Hades… I think he recognizes mortals’ worth. He certainly cares for his kids. But he’s not above threatening them with annihilation if he’s ESPECIALLY pissed. And he’s a pretty big jerk to Percy, though that might be more him just wanting to vent his frustration with his siblings at someone.

Then there’s Zeus, who seems to be the main one keeping the gods from helping more often. Heck, he didn’t want Apollo helping Percy and co. to rescue Artemis, even though that WAS godly business. He attempts to annihilate the Di Angelo family, and everyone in that hotel with them. He COULD’VE just made Bianca and Nico immortal to stop them from reaching sixteen, but noooooo. He chose the MURDER option. He keeps on threatening to knock Percy out of the sky for flying, even though Poseidon doesn’t threaten anything similar with Thalia. Zeus is also the one who closed Olympus, reasoning that:

“Gods were to be respected. Our children were to be seen and not visited.” (TLH 331).

Plus, he acknowledged Jason as his son, and told him how proud he was of him, but was then ready to blast him to pieces minutes later for DARING to question him, as politely as possible. No other godly parents have been shown to be so touchy, so quick to turn on the dime from respecting and acknowledging their children, to being ready to kill them. 

So basically, some of the Olympians truly seemed to understand demigod’s plight and try to help, not avert their eyes. But a lot of them were way worse than Apollo. At least Apollo loves and cares for his children, tries to protect them, and doesn’t make them jump through hoops in order to earn a smidgen of love an approval. As for Apollo realizing that… I think he’ll realize why Artemis acts like she does, why she was SO insistent on rewarding Thalia and Percy, not blasting them, why she takes in strays so often. Apollo’s doing the same thing now.

Honestly, I think that TOA isn’t JUST a redemption story for Apollo - I think he’s being used as a proxy for the gods in general, to test whether THEY can change, and are worthy of surviving. He’s the best candidate I think, since he’s neither the best nor the worst of them, in acknowledging mortals’ worth. Plus, Hermes states in The Last Olympian that 

“maybe for awhile things will get better. But we gods have never been good at keeping oaths. You were born because of a broken promise, eh? Eventually we’ll become forgetful. We always do.” (358).

Except that Apollo doesn’t. He never forgets the people he cares about. He might not be the best at keeping oaths, but when it’s a promise he actually cares about on a deep personal level, and not simply one borne of frustration, he certainly tries his utmost to keep them. He will NEVER forget the promise he made to Jason. I honestly don’t think that even getting amnesia would erase it, kinda like amnesia wasn’t enough to erase Percy’s memories of Annabeth completely. He’s the best candidate for ensuring that the gods don’t slip back into their old ways. I’m kinda hoping that final prophecy, the one that contains the line “the fall of the sun; the final verse” is going to have some choice in it that relies on Apollo’s character growth being the determining factor in whether the gods have a happy ending.

[asleeg]

[incomplete fic] ‘til thou wert weary of idolatry

[i’ll never finish this so i’m throwing it at you. have fun. read here on ao3 if you prefer.] 

The water was cold.

It was a sign of just how far Zolf had fell that it registered as an annoyance at all. A sailor and a pirate and now an adventurer, he had faced the worst of what the sea had to offer him and survived. He was a cleric of Poseidon, for the love of Triton's barnacle'd nips, and he'd been through the many trials set before him. Two weeks ago he'd nearly drowned crossing the channel, and cold had been the last thing on his mind.

Then again, he'd also had a leg two weeks ago. It had been just the one, but that had counted for more than he'd given it credit for.

Now he was slowly starting to chill in tepid water in the most prestigious hotel in all of Paris, legless, aimless, and without a idea of how his life had gotten to this point. There had never been an agreement to all of this nonsense. Zolf had planned on an auspicious start to the London Rangers (they were still working on the name) as mercenary agents of the Meritocrats, yes, but he had rather thought it would be more of a whirlwind trip around the world, ferreting out clues and fighting grand wizards. Ancient catacombs were supposed to house undead creatures and similarly ancient secrets, not amoral machines carefully managing the whole world.

Saving the world hadn't exactly been in the contract, but they had done it anyway, because Zolf had been an idiot and his friends-- Hamid and Sasha, anyway --were so, so good.

The ache in his bones was a punishment for his sins, Zolf had decided, but it didn't make getting out of the tub any easier.

He'd tried to, five minutes ago, but the flesh around his ports was too sensitive to get a lot of leverage against the bottom of the tub, and the sorrow had melded with the cold to make his bones rattle as he tried to lift himself out. So he'd lowered himself back into the water and told himself to bide his time until he got up the strength to try again.

Twenty staff members below him at his beck and call, two friends and an employee just a room away, and Zolf couldn't get out of the fucking tub. He wasn't calling for help. He wasn't.

Help called for him.

"Zolf?"

The soft, nervous way Hamid said his name had always sent a shiver of regret down Zolf's spine, but now in the supposed silence of the bath, it jolted Zolf guiltily out of his own sorrows and into reality. He turned quickly towards the door, water sloshing around his waist. The door was ajar, preserving most of his dignity, but one brown eye did peek through the crack.

"Hamid," he said, voice cracking in embarrassment. "What are you--"

"Sorry. Sorry!" The crack shrunk as if reacting to Hamid's shame. "I didn't think-- I mean, you were in there a really long time, Zolf, and I honestly thought maybe you were just doing a Poseidon thing and still had clothes on."

"Yes, well... Obviously, I don't."

"Em, right."

Even the quiet sounded heavy on the tile as they sat there for a moment, just Zolf and the big brown eye. Uncomfortable silences weren't something the Rangers were exactly prone to. Uncomfortable ramblings, yes, especially from Hamid and Sasha, but silence wasn't exactly their specialty. Apart from their babblers, they also had to deal with one very shouty priest and a pretentious knight, so any awkwardness on their part was as loud as their comfortability was. Which was to say: Extremely.

"Is there something you wanted, Hamid?" And maybe they had all spent too much time together, because Zolf could hear his voice getting higher and higher with stress and embarrassment, something he was sure he hadn't done before meeting Hamid al-Tahan, the King of Squeaky Anxiety.

"Right, sorry, I just-- I wanted to see if you were alright. Do you need anything?"

Zolf tried not to let the question frustrate him. He knew Hamid meant well; There wasn't a malicious bone in the halfling's body. But while Sasha and Bertie had merely ignored Zolf's new handicap completely, Hamid had been treating Zolf with kid gloves, those wide eyes following him around the hotel room like a worried mother's. The reassurances and frantic questions had been nonstop, and Zolf knew it came from a good place. He knew it did, no matter how many disappointed looks Sasha gave him, alright? Hamid was a good man, and he wanted to take care of his team. Intellectually, Zolf knew there was nothing wrong with that.

The problem was that there was nothing intellectual about pride. Zolf was a cleric of Poseidon, an ex-naval officer and pirate, and the leader of one of the most important mercenary bands in the world. He was, technically, still Hamid's (and Sasha's, and Bertie's) boss. He'd lived through trials both spiritual and literal, survived swarms of botanical nightmares, and had handled losing the first leg just fine. Hades below, he had done most of that without the leg. There was an intense shame in the idea that now he needed Hamid's constant attention now that he'd lost the second. What was he supposed to say, 'yes, Hamid, I've just discovered I can't get out of the bath without assistance, could you please come help me and also deal with the awkward humiliation of seeing my wrecked naked form?'

By Zeus and all his whores, Zolf would rather ask Bertie for help than see pity in Hamid's eyes again.

"Please tell me you haven't drowned yourself in there. I honestly don't know what I'd tell the staff."

Zolf's head dropped back as a dry, shaky laugh escaped him. Hamid unfiltered was more and more of a treat every day. "Gods. Don't ever change, Hamid."

"Don't make fun of me," Hamid said, and Zolf could hear the pout in the tenor of Hamid' s voice. Before Zolf could clear his affront, though, Hamid continued: "I'm only worried about you, Zolf."

"Yes. Yes, I know, but I don't need to be worried over," Zolf groused. "I was doing just fine before. And don't--" Zolf closed his eyes, something that tasted like weakness overpowering his words. "Don't say you do need to, actually, because I will find those prosthetics and beat you with them."

Hamid's voice burned back, caustic. "Stop being ridiculous, Zolf. I'm worried about you because I care about you. Sasha is worried because she cares about you! Bertie--" A pause. "Well, Bertie cares about himself, mostly. But the point is, the only one worried about your bloody leg is you!"

Suddenly, Zolf was colder than the water around him. "Oh, so that's how you 'care' about someone, is it?"

"Oh, you know that's not what I--" But Hamid cut himself off, and when his voice returned, all the fire was gone. "I'm coming in, this is ridiculous."

"What? No, Hamid, don't--"

Hamid was a rumpled mess the likes Zolf had never truly thought Hamid had the capability to be. He'd seen the halfling covered in several "mystery" fluids, half-drowned, and, basically, utterly wrecked, but Hamid had never looked quite as strung out as he did now. There was a sickly ashen cast to his skin, like someone had covered his deep complexion in thin powder. His eyeliner had smeared itself across his face and sleeves-- It was the clothes that disturbed Zolf the most; It looked like Hamid hadn't changed in days.

That thought was so absurd that guilt started to settle in Zolf's chest.

Which was not on, honestly. Zolf didn't owe Hamid anything, and if he came in looking for an apology, Zolf was going to fry his fucking--

"I'm sorry," Hamid said softly.

Oh.

"Hamid…"

"No, really, Zolf. It came out wrong, and I shouldn't have even gone there. I know that." Hamid's huge brown eyes stared down at him, wet with tears. Zolf squirmed. " I'm really sorry."

Zolf's indignation began to crumble. "No, you were right."

"Don't. Don't." Anger flashed in Hamid's eyes, but somehow he only looked wounded, as if Zolf's reassurance had torn him apart somehow. "You're allowed to be upset, Zolf. I won't ask you not to be upset with me, or Poseidon, or the world. You're allowed to be absolutely furious. It was awful, what happened to you and Sasha, truly awful. And the last thing I ever want to do is make you think you're overreacting, or that you can't… talk to me."

Zolf's throat clicked as he swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. "Thank you?"

"I was just trying to let you know that I… I mean, Sasha and I, really-- We care about you."

Zolf offered a crooked smile, trying not to collapse immediately into tears like some kind of… Hamid.

"Even if I'm a legless lump?"

Even though there were still tears in his eyes, Hamid's smile was the most genuine Zolf had seen in days. Weeks, maybe. "You'd still be the legless lump that saved us. You took us in, even though Sasha had a bounty on her head, even though I was a useless public school magician. And then, Zolf, you gave us a purpose. Made us-- Made me something worthwhile."

Tears and laughter were starting to mix at the back of Zolf's throat; If he laughed, he would start blubbering like a baby. He was stuck. Couldn't make a joke, couldn't say anything to break the tension.

They just stared at each other, nervous, for a moment: Zolf, trying desperately to send all his gratitude through telepathy, and Hamid, pretending not to expect any of it.

[naferty]

'Sup? I love all of your AUs and I'm going through all of them now! Quick question, but in the Mermaid AU do Rhodey and Pepper ever find Tony? Like, I imagine Rhodey's mind just going blank, because, "Oh my Neptune, I'm an Uncle!!?!?!?" and Pepper just can't because now there are six more mini-versions of Tony swimming around, she already has her hands full with only one!

‘Sup, how’s it hanging? What’s the dealio? What’s the woord? 

I am glad you asked my friend! Rhodey and Pepper eventually find their way to Tony by following Rhodey’s own suggestion to him. “Head south, keep swimming, find a place to hide and wait for me. I’ll find you.”

After Rhodey and Pepper managed to escape the bull-shark mers safely themselves they began their swim down south, searching every crevice, cave and patches of long grass for their wayward seahorse. Because of Rhodey being a large whale-shark mer it was near impossible not to be seen when searching, meaning if Tony didn’t pop out from his hiding place within the first hour of them searching the spot it meant Tony wasn’t there and they moved on.

It made it easy, but kept it frustrating when Tony wouldn’t appear each time. Further they went, eyes sharp and focused and senses straining for even the smallest sign of their seahorse. The longer they went without a sign the more concerned and terrified they got, thinking the worst because it’s Tony. They can never not worry.

As nights turned to days and vice versa and still no sign and the possibility of Tony lying in a deep ditch somewhere keeping them both up at night they almost threw down the human towel and gave up.

“Where is he, Rhodey? Where is he?”

“I don’t know, Pep. We have to keep looking.”

And they do. Long after they began losing a bit of weight from constantly on the swim and predator mers who felt they were easy prey kept attacking. Nothing Rhodey couldn’t handle but growing weaker did take its toll and one of the mers ended up getting lucky and managed a deep gash.

Needing to rest and tend to his wound they stopped in a cave occupied by fish, scaring them off easily. Not the deepest cave around but it was wide and provided an arch tall enough for them to hide behind and not be seen. It was perfect for them. Rhodey rested as Pepper went out to find food, finding a group of krill and searching for the smallest fishes she could find, knowing anything too big would cause Rhodey discomfort. Filter-feeders, she would scoff.

While in the middle of chasing a good sized fish that would provide Rhodey with a lot of calories while not irritating his throat Pepper had to stop abruptly when she spotted a little girl tiger-shark mer and boy seahorse mer just waiting there and staring at her. The sight of the guppies had her looking around frantically because while she hardly had anything to worry about with the young seahorse, it was the young tiger-shark that had her hesitating to remain in place.

When she didn’t spy any enraged tiger shark parents she calmed down enough to catch her prey and collect her krill and began swimming back to the cave. Not even two twirls down she heard the sounds of little fins flapping and one look behind she found the two young fry following her. She had to stop and let her tail flow in the currents to stare at them in confusion. The two stared back at her in wonder.

“Can I help you?”

The shark-mer swam up. Her golden curls floating and her blue eyes wide. Her grey tail a contrast to the blue of the sea. “You’re really pretty.”

Next to her the seahorse followed suit. Big brown eyes sparkling with something of familiarity to her, adding to it by the red coloring of his tail. Sharp and smart and something had nagged at her about him. “Are you a ribbon eel, ma’am?”

Pepper nodded at them slowly. “I am. My name’s Pepper, what’s yours?”

Out of nowhere four more young fry shot up from the dunes below them, starling her and making her tail curl around her in fright. Among the four was another tiger shark mer, a boy this time with light brown curls and blue eyes just as bright as the girls and another seahorse, a girl with dark skin and a red tail and her hair pulled up in two buns, eyes just as large and bright as the boy seahorse. The two remaining were two octo-mers. A boy and girl. Both with dark blue tentacles, the boy with dark skin and the girl with light and both making their tentacles curl and expand in excitement.

She was surrounded and she didn’t want to die via guppies or lose her food. Rhodey needed it.

She would forever deny screaming when all six of the young fry jumped on her, clinging to every and any spot of her tail they could. They were laughing and giggling and nothing like the murderous human children she heard tales of growing up. At one point she had to stay absolutely still as they all refused to let her go.

“Aunt Pepper!” They all cheered and she swore her mind stopped for a full minute.

“What?”

“You’re our aunt Pepper? Dad said you’d find us!” The girl tiger shark said. Big smile on her face. It made all of them cheer again and tighten their grip. The octo-mers clinging to her tail like bracelets, the seahorse mers anchoring themselves on her arms, and the two tiger shark mers hugging her tail and curling their own around her.

At that point all she could do was expand her arms out and not move a muscle. They clearly knew her, but who were they?

Then, “Young fry, where are you!” someone shouted from behind her and all the guppies cheered even louder together to let them know they were there. Pepper turned her head slowly and nearly paled when she spotted two full grown male octo and tiger shark mers. This was it. She was so dead.

Then all together, “It’s our aunt Pepper!”

Shortly after it was followed by a very familiar seahorse mer shooting forward with his tail wiggling excitedly. “Pepper!”

Sweet poseidon these are Tony’s kids. There’s six more mini-Tony’s, Pepper internally cried.

Rhodey was very well unprepared for the group of baby mers that suddenly fish-piled on him with a shout of “uncle Rhodey!” and for Tony to have joined in the pile, straining his injury. “Oh, my neptune, I’m an uncle??”

Tony’s, Steve’s and Bucky’s kids are -Gwen and Harley - Tiger shark mersPeter and Riri - Seahorse mersMiles and Kate - Octo mers

[its0145am]

I could watch the sea for hours on end, 

sit on the sand and bury my feet in it as the wind messes up my hair and my blouse moves in synchrony with the waves. 

I could see the waters close up and leave, a sweet melody formed by the seagulls and in summer the laughs of kids. 

I could look at the horizon and wonder how many boats are out there and what lives under the surface, 

and I could picture mermaids and sirens and Poseidon ruling the waters and I could imagine the immensity of it all, 

and yet that doesn't change the fact that I'm absolutely terrified of it. 

it doesn't change the fact that I'm four meters in and my head becomes a one track mind, focused on what could be under my feet and swimming around my body and what could sting me and what could bite me

and it doesn't change the fact that when algae brushes past me I jump and tense up and my heartbeat increases and I feel like crying. 

it doesn't change the fact that I absolutely despise having more than my feet it in 

it doesn't change the fact that even on a cruise I look out the window and I can't help but think 'what will I do if we sink?' and breathing becomes difficult so I go to the middle of the boat and convince myself that it's fine and that it won't happen

it doesn't change the fact that my worst fear is being stranded in the middle of the ocean with nothing around but water and depth and myself 

I will love and admire the ocean as long as I breathe, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm absolutely petrified of the ocean itself. 

and I think life is a bit like that for me. 

life, seen from the outside, is such a beautiful thing, captivating in ways no other things can be

so many moments to experience, some tender ones with those you love, some filled by fire and some with guilt, many with the warmth of the sun in your chest, pride as you manage something amazing, a stray tear as you fail, but still beautiful. 

but if I'm truthful, I'm scared of all of them, I'm scared of life, I'm scared of getting hurt and I'm scared of being happy

I don't think I'm a human designed for living. 

I'm not missing my heart, I'm not missing my brain, but there's something empty in me where in others it's full

maybe that's what I'm missing, maybe living was supposed to go there