#demi god au

[randomrando767]

Demi god au.

Pretty much the d clan are Demi gods.

Garp is the offspring of justice, Dragon is mothered by the God of storms. Luffy was born to the sun, Roger with the sea. Rouge was born to the God of the Afterlife.

Ace was just born to two Demi gods.

Demi gods and 1/4 gods all are covered in glyphs. All of them have a circle of their back with a mark to represent their god. Luffy has a sun with a detached inverted spike ring on the outside. Ace has two smaller ones.

They get some form of magic, luffy gets fire, Roger get water manipulation, Garp got disowned and doesn't have magic anymore.

Ace just gets weak ghost sensing and the ability to breath under water.

The glyphs also have an animal type design/familiar to go with it. Luffy has a lion dog on his shoulder and one as a familler. Roger had a sea king on his lower back. Garp lost his tiger, but it was on his upper back. Rouge had a kitsuine on her thigh. Ace gets a salamander on his bicep, Dragon has a western dragon on his lower arm.

The summones are gaint mythical animals, Ace's salamander can grow as large as Whitebeard and light on fire, Luffy's lion dog can get a big as the thousand sunny. Dragon's dragon can get as big as Kaido.

[cursedvessels]

He freezes when she suddenly stops and turns to start messing with his hair. Lips purse slightly, staying stock still as he lets her fiddle with his unkempt curls. They were already always a mess, sort of having a mind of their own. Eternal bedhead. Still, she manages to at least make them look a little more presentable before they wander into the dining hall.

Hayes hardly notices the glares from the teachers. In fact, he just waves at them with a bright grin when he notices them staring. Soon he's being dragged along again, though, by Leo to the table with Hazel and Savannah, though he isn't sure why she's sitting there if she didn't have to. Maybe she didn't have any friends yet either...

"Yeah, well, Hayes has that effect on people," Hazel points out with a laugh, glancing over at Hayes with a loving, albeit teasing, grin.

Hayes just rolls their eyes in response, shaking their head as they take a seat beside Leo and across from Hazel and Savannah. Of course, he knows that Hazel's right, but it was a little embarrassing to admit out loud. Sometimes being the son of the god of sleep was more of a curse than a blessing. It seems maybe the two of them were already becoming acquainted. It made sense, Hazel was a very likeable person. They had a lot of charisma and charm and didn't give a fuck what anybody thought about them. Unapologetically themselves.

"Just food," Savannah pipes up at Leo's question. Dark eyes glance up at her, then away again, poking idly at the food on her plate. It actually looks quite delicious, all things considered.

"Awww, noooo..!! Food's the best part of camp," Hayes whines, already bolting upright to go see what all is left at the buffet.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep!” A huff as she defends herself. “I was drawing and then… well, I don’t know what happened!”

Her cheeks flush red as she turns, bringing them both to a screeching halt. It takes a moment for her to fix their curls and make them look somewhat presentable. She’s a little embarrassed for falling asleep on them and being caught by their roommate. It wasn’t intentional, of course, but she wasn’t so sure she could convince anyone else of that.

“Sorry.” Another sharp turn around and she’s hurrying along even faster – clearing the distance to the dining hall at an alarming speed.

People seem a bit too preoccupied to notice, except for the teachers that are staring at her with arms crossed and narrowed gazes. Hazel stands up and waves his arm to beckon the two of them over. Without saying much else, Leo finds a seat next to the girl and peeks at her name card. Ah. Savannah.

“I fell asleep too… guess I was more tired than I realized.”  Leo lets out a small laugh and looks at the plate of food in front of her. “Did we miss much?”

[robin-evry]

In that case, how about Hermes!demigod!Yuu? I imagine how chaotic and fun it would be)

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐃 ���𝐔𝐔 ( 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐒 ) ⚡🪶

Hermes (/ˈhɜːrmiːz/; Ancient Greek: Ἑρμῆς) is an Olympian deity in ancient Greek religion and mythology considered the herald of the gods. He is also widely considered the protector of human heralds, travelers, thieves, merchants, and orators. He is able to move quickly and freely between the worlds of the mortal and the divine aided by his winged sandals. Hermes plays the role of the psychopomp or "soul guide"—a conductor of souls into the afterlife.

Number one trickster and trouble maker in nrc, the reason why riddle getting older by the day due to them just being there.

They do respect the rules but do not blindly follow them unlike riddle who see rules as absolute. Riddle is always tryna find ways to collar them but is unable due to being able to find loop holes in it as well having a good point.

Charismatic and an expert negotiator—whether it’s getting extra food from the cafeteria or convincing Riddle to relax, this trait is heavily wanted by Azul able to outsmart him in anyway and when he realizes it, it was already to late.

Also work as a messenger for the faculty, delivering paper work as well as messages. Would allow students to use their service but needs something in exchange like money and items.

Pulls harmless pranks in the school to pass time when they're bored. Similar towards their father possessed godly speed if anyone blinks, demi god!Yuu is gone. Need something delivered across campus? They’ll have it there before you finish your sentence. Trey once joked they should be the next Spade dorm leader’s errand-runner—Ace immediately regretted it.

Like I said if you want them to deliver something you have to give them something in exchange for their service they won't do this for free. Usually payed thru madol and school work for example a student asks demi god!yuu to deliver an important paper towards professor crewel in exchange to borrow their notes and copy their homework.

On multiple occasions in the binoculars garden they step on Leona tail multiple times but Leona was unable to catch up against them because when he was about to confront them, they already finished with their business there and already left.

Would photobomb people photos, if a student is taking pictures of themselves or something you can always find demi god!yuu posing in one of those pictures.

cannot sit still for too long—whether tapping their fingers, bouncing their leg, or literally pacing, they’re always moving. If forced to stay in one place for too long, they get visibly uncomfortable.

No one ever knows where they are at any given moment. One second they’re in the cafeteria, the next they’re on the roof of Ramshackle. Even Crowley is baffled by how they get around.

When they walk by, people sometimes feel a faint rush of air, even when there’s no wind. Some swear they hear distant laughter trailing after them.

As well demi god!yuu wear a pair of goggles gifted by their divine parents due to them running fast some particles can particularly hurt their eyes so it's very important to wear them to see and protect their eyes. Because if not they're unable to see due to running too fast.

During the opening ceremony, when grim open the coffin demi god!yuu left the coffin and explored the entire school ground in seconds realizing they're not in their world and they come back grim moving so slow and still opening the coffin that's just by their prospective when using their speed, everything seems it stop but it's moving just slow compare towards them due to moving so fast.

When grim released his fire magic and reeking havoc across the ceremony, demi god!yuu save multiple students from suffering dangerous burns by moving them somewhere safer. And the fire demi god!yuu created a small tornado by spinning to suck the entire fire and putting it out in seconds.

Pretty much a very laid-back person, If they don’t feel like doing something, they’ll weave an excuse so intricate that not even Azul can poke holes in it.

They "borrow" things constantly, but they always return them. This habit drives Riddle insane when his pens go missing, only to reappear in perfect condition a week later ( sidenote ; its out of ink )

They are able to pick up language easily when Lilia and malleus were speaking fae language they decided to respond in the language fluently shocking both of them and they can even speak fluently merfolk language, They can even speak towards animals.

When a group would corner them for trouble or exposing them for doing something bad, in a blink of an eye the trouble makers are dangling upside down by a rope and demi god yuu wiping their hands as if it was nothing.

They tend to tease people that are close towards them, when people say that they are too fast they always reply with "nah you're just too slow" and then leave laughing.

[peace-hunter]

tfone au where OP is created as the last of the primes but way after them, a sparkling born at what were thought to be the last days of the war against the quintessons, the beginning of a new generation of peace after eons of war. a child meant to be loved and raised knowing nothing of war nor sacrifice.

he's kept mostly out of the spotlight by his siblings, who don't wish to expose him to everyone's optics so young, and want to wait until the war is done and over to properly introduce him to their people.

except of course the primes are betrayed and murdered by sentinel, the war is lost and everyone who knows and cared for the truth is either banished or outright killed in order to suppress it.

and the high guard, the ones the primes trusted the most, the ones that were supposed to protect them, the ones who failed in their most important duty, have to make a choice. to take the last prime, their last hope, with them to the surface, a hostile environment where there's little to no supplies and where they'll be hunted down by both sentinel and the quintessons as the biggest threat to their regimen.

or hide him in plain sight. place him where sentinel won't think to look for him. one more sparkling among many. and hope it will be enough to keep him alive. pray to primus that he'll protect his last child long enough for them to come back for him when it's safer (even if most of them have already lost their faith on him when he allowed the rest of his children to be massacred like that)

they almost lose their resolve when they realize they will have to take the little one's cog away in order to make him blend in with the rest of the newborns (and oh do they burn with murderous intent when they see what sentinel has done to their people but it's not the time yet-) but in the end they decide an impaired little prime is better than a dead one.

and so in the chaos of thirteen dead primes and a sudden energon crisis, a little sparkling who very few mechs really knew about and even fewer had seen completely vanishes. and in the depths of iacon a mech in charge of a new batch of newborns scratches their helm in confusion as they realize they must have miscounted the first time.

optimus prime is quietly erased from any official records by sentinel, written off as dead when they find a sparkling's frame mangled beyond recognition after an attack on the base of those rebels that insist on being a thorn on his side. killing the sparkling hadn't been precisely in his plans, he probably could've found some use for it after all, but he's not particularly upset about it either.

and orion pax grows up with an ache on his spark that tells him he's missing something far more important than a t-cog and dreams of gentle and loving hands, cradling him against the frames of mechs he cannot recall the faces of.

[eraenaa]

Stereotypical (Demi-God AU)

Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite Tag List

Synopsis: The daughter of Aphrodite falls for one of the sons of Ares— the second coming of their parents. 

Warnings:  Mature, 18+, Dry Humping, Semi-Public Relations, Not Proofread

Word Count: 2, 720

It’s stereotypical, you were aware—a whole cliche. But what were you to do when you realized that you were growing attracted to one of the sons of your mother’s past paramours? It did not help that he was the strongest fighter in camp— the most mysterious and illusive Demi-God there. You watch him by the benches whilst you sit and chat with one of the daughters of the Goddess Demeter, Helaena. “You’re staring at him again,” She teased as her fingers twirled the stem of a dandelion whose buds she blew away. You rolled your eyes and shifted your gaze, denying the accusation. “Just speak to him; I’m sure he won’t be as standoffish as he seems.” Helaena hummed, but you shook your head. 

“What are you two talking about?” Aegon, the son of Dionysus, appeared, seemingly intoxicated, even though wine was banned from camp. “No— let me guess,” he quickly said. “I’m guessing… the brooding swordsman? Hm?” He asked you, and you felt color bloom on your cheeks. Were you that obvious? You groaned and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear in frustration. “I do not understand! They… usually fall at my feet, trying to get my attention! But not him,” You complained, making Aegon and Helaena smile in amusement at the expense of your irritation. “Whatever, I’m going for a walk,” You grumbled and stood, trying hard not to let your gaze fly over to Aemond, who trained with a sword. 

You find yourself in the woods, threading closer to the lake where you often stare at your reflection in the water. You took in a deep breath and stared at your face blessed by your mother— the prettiest girl in camp, they say. You attracted all sorts of attention, good and bad, but the only attention you wanted was never bestowed upon you. He denied you of his lone gaze. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” You hear a voice ask. You sighed and cast your gaze upward, landing on Jacaerys, son of Hephaestus. “Hello, Jacaerys,” You say politely. 

“Do you mind if I join you?” He asked, dark eyes hopeful. “I… I’d actually prefer to be alone right now,” You reasoned. Watching his face drop. You sigh; if only Aemond were this excited to be in your presence. “Oh,” Jacaerys said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’ll see you at dinner, Jace,” You give him a fleeting smile, and you thank the gods that he actually took the hint and left. You returned to stare at yourself, trying to define which aspect you could improve upon, highlighting them in hopes that it would catch the attention of one of the sons of the God of War. 

“What are you doing?” A different voice asked, a reflection joining yours on the surface of the water. You yelped and backed away in surprise. “Gods, Aemond,” You said as he finally cast his eye upon you. “What were you doing?” He asked once again, leading out his hand to assist you to stand. “Staring at myself,” You mumbled, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as he caught you. You hear him scoff, “Of course,” He said and let go of your hand that tingled from touching his. “Best you be reminded by the fate of Narcissus,” Aemond stated. You bit back your tongue; this is what you wanted. He was speaking to you— his attention on you, but now it came; why were you frozen as if you had gazed at Medusa? 

“Do you not have to train?” You asked Aemond as you perched yourself upon a log near the river banks. You watch him take a pebble into his fingers, skipping it on the water. “I’ve just finished,” he said and moved to take a seat next to you. You took your lower lip between your teeth as you felt your shoulders brush, the heat of him reaching you. “What do you think we’re doing here?” You suddenly ask as both of you stare off into the orange sun that reflects on the lake. “What do you mean? We’re here to train. We’re here for protection from the outside world.” Aemond stated the obvious, but you shook your head. “Train for what?” You asked, “A war.” 

“Is there one?” Your eyes locked upon his. “I… I just do not understand why I was brought here,” You confessed as you saw the confusion in his lilac orb. “They say the world of mortals was filled with danger— but mine wasn’t. I was living comfortably— I do not understand why my mother had summoned me if I am not to do anything here,” 

“The gods have a purpose in every action they make— even if we do not understand it,” You hummed at his statement. “Do you truly believe that?” Aemond looked at you with a question once more. “I just… feel like we’re pawns being played here— born to do their bidding. We make the sacrifices; they get the glory.  I just think that the minuscule scrap of recognition they throw is not at all  worth it.” You saw a smirk rising to his lips despite the seriousness you posed. “What?” Aemond shakes his head; you feel him inch his way closer to you. “My sister seems to think that you’re filled with air in that pretty little head of yours,” You blinked at his statement; should you be offended or flattered?

“And do you agree?” You ask, fearing for his statement. Aemond hummed, gazing at your face. It was the first time in your life that you felt insecure under someone’s gaze— the first time you felt fear that someone might not think you agreeable and comely. “I agree with her when she said that you were pretty… very pretty,” You bit your cheeks as his eyes flew to your blushed cheeks and then ever so quickly to your lips. “But, no, she was completely mistaken to underestimate you,” You feel your lips twitch, catching Aemond’s attention. You inch towards him, your desires swirling with your assumptions. Aemond stayed rooted where he sat; he did not lean in, nor did he pull away. When your nose brushed, you hear him take in a harsh breath. “We should head back,” he said and pulled away, leaving you confused and overly embarrassed and rejected. 

You were so close— you took the courage to move first. It was all Aemond wanted— all that he had dreamed of. All his offerings to the gods were for this moment, which was why he was greatly disappointed and infuriated with himself when he backed away and left like a coward. It was too much— it was so much more than he could handle. Ever since you’ve arrived at camp, all he did was try and keep your attention on him. He trained day and night, purposefully choosing grounds where you would pass by. He would relish with each moment that he would feel your gaze upon him. Watching intently as he would fight and show off his skill, hoping that it would impress you. Knowing that it was how his father had caught the attention of your mother. 

Aemond’s eye would fly to you during dinner, you sitting with your brothers and sisters. There was no smile on your lips, unlike the previous nights; you sat limply and played with your food, your cheek resting on your palm as a pout formed itself on your luscious lips. What had he done? How could he subject the most beautiful girl his eye has ever seen to such a sullen state? Aemond dug his nails into his palms. You were the daughter of beauty and love, and he was the son of war and strife. He did not deserve anything so precious and delicate as you. He could only offer you ruin and struggle. The thought of bringing you conflict only fortified his decision to back away. To instead protect you from afar— to relinquish his desires to be with you, to hold you, kidding himself that gazing at you was enough. That simply looking at you had to be enough. 

Days passed as both you and Aemond avoided each other. You, embarrassed by your wanting actions and him, controlling himself from giving in to his desires. You no longer watched as he would impressively train with the sword, and he would no longer silently trail you wherever you went. Aemond only picked specific moments to follow you and made certain that no danger would find you— even though the two of you were in the safety of camp where no danger could reach, Aemond was just simply cautious. 

You traded the lake for the beach. Walking alone on the sanded path, the moonlight shining bright atop the water. Your mind consistently loops your foolish actions, making you cringe at yourself. You called for your mother the other night, trying to find guidance or perhaps comfort, as rejection did not sit well with you. The thought of someone not falling for your charms when everyone so easily did, scared you. She ignored your offerings and pleas, leaving you to face your confusion and fears by yourself, only solidifying your beliefs that you and all the children in this camp were simply pawns by the gods. Expected to answer their call when it first rings whilst they constantly ignore yours.

You sighed heavily, staring off into the sea where your mother was born. Stepping foot into the water, you tried to connect with the woman who disrupted your peaceful, mortal life only to bring you here and ignore you. You took deep breaths, walking deeper into the water, not caring that you were still clothed as you submerged yourself in the sea. Aemond watched by the shore, battling with himself if he should follow. When you disappeared under the water, with each passing second, you did not emerge; it only put forth fear in the bravest demi-god in camp. 

Aemond shook his head and ran to the sea, diving to where you disappeared only to catch you resurface, shocked as you realized his presence had joined you. “Aemond,” You breathed out, wiping away the salt water from your eyes, the boy holding your arm, the waves pushing him closer to you. “What… what were you doing?” He asked, concern lacing his deep, silky voice. “I wanted to swim,” You reasoned, hoping that the water would clean you from embarrassment and shame. You feel his eye grow downward, looking at the clothes you fashioned. “In your night dress?” He asked, the silk fabric thin, the cool water clinging to your body. “It was a spontaneous decision,” You mumbled, your gaze shifting away from him as your cheeks heated. The both of you floating in the sea. 

“Why are you here?” you asked, realizing that he had gone in the water, fully clothed as well. You met his eye, the sapphire orb shifting around. His thin, pink lips parted as he tried to find a reason. “I… I—“ You bit your lip, as you had never seen him so flustered. The most fearsome son of Ares is at a loss for words when faced with the prettiest daughter of Aphrodite. 

Aemond stayed silent, only the crashing of waves reaching your ears. It took a while for the both of you to realize that you floated in each other’s arms— the past events of the other day returning to your mind, both making you conscious. “I’m sorry about the other day,” You whispered as you saw it best to address your actions in order for the both of you to forget it and your mind to free you from the torment of your idiotic presumption. “It was wrong for me to assume… I have misread your intentions and made you uncomfortable; I apologize.” You say sincerely. 

You hear Aemond sigh, the waves pushing your bodies closer together, his breath fanning your face, your scent invading his senses. “You did not misread anything,” He admitted. Making your brows furrow. “I… I wanted you to kiss me, wished for it for a while now.” He confessed with a small smile, trying to lighten the tense air with his rare but charming smile. “Oh,” was all you could say as you tried to comprehend his words. “Then why… “ you trailed as you had trouble wording out what had transpired in the lake. Aemond sighed, and you stilled as you felt his arms wrap around your waist, flushing your bodies together as the both of you floated. The moonlight lighted your face, illuminating his silver hair as well as your milky skin. “I got scared,” He admitted, daring to cup your cheek. Your skin was soft against his calloused palm. 

“You? Got scared? The favored son of the god of war got scared by the prospect of a kiss?” You asked in confusion, resting your hands on his shoulders. You hear him let out a small chuckle. “I was only frightened because it was you who I would be kissing,” He stated, caressing your cheek. “The most beautiful girl I was ever blessed to see… now, I hope you’d understand why I panicked,” Aemond smiled as the blush on your cheeks deepened. You set your gaze downward, staring at the water that sparkled under the silver light. Your heart stilled when you felt Aemond place a finger under your chin to raise your gaze once more, finally having the courage to place his lips against yours. 

Aemond wanted to be slow and cautious, to not frighten or pressure you to succumb to all his desires. But as a sigh left your throat when your lips finally met, all restraint he had disappeared. Pulling you impossibly closer to him, making you wrap your legs around him, letting your arms cling to him. Deepening your kiss, his tongue asked for entrance, which you were hesitant to give but relished the feeling when you did. Aemond’s chest rumbled with a sound as you accidentally nipped his lip, enjoying your mistake that only fueled his desires further. 

You pulled away from him, suddenly feeling cautious as the both of you were being so intimate in such an open space where anyone could see. You tried to speak reason, to speak caution that the both of you may be caught, but as Aemond placed his lips on your neck, kissing it and leaving his marks, you no longer had the capacity to speak. Pleasure freezing your mind at the new sensation. Aemond hummed as he heard your heavy breathing, your sweet taste mixing with the salted water as he indulged in the feel of your skin. Aemond closed his eye tightly as you, who had your legs wrapped around his torso started to move your hips. Squirming as you felt urgency for something you were yet to know consuming you. 

Aemond’s hand moved downwards from your waist to your bottom, cupping them and aiding your movements that sought for friction. You let go of a shaky breath against his lips, your eyes looking deeply at his sapphire eye that turned dark and glazed with deeper desires and restraint. “Aemond,” You whimpered, filled with anticipation of what was to come. You ground your hips further, making him utter a foul word and turn his head to the heavens. Aemond moved one hand to cup your cheek, bringing you closer to kiss your lips once more. “I… I— Aemond,” was all you could utter as you were uncertain what the sensation was building inside you. It was sharp and urgent and pleasurable— an odd mix. “Are you to come, my pretty girl? Hm?” Aemond gritted as his hips met yours. He bent his head down and placed a kiss atop your chest; his head felt light at the whimpers of his name that your mouth spewed. 

“Aemond!” You shrieked as all finally fell, your body feeling alight as you came at the sensation of riding against the boy you had desired for long. Aemond gritted out your name as he, too, came, spilling himself in his trousers. You hummed as he kissed you again, tasting him and the sea that was witness to your desires and pleasures being fed. 

Sequel: Jealousy, Jealousy

[rayshippouuchiha]

Cloud: takes a bite outta a materia because he was hungy

Sephiroth: trying to gnaw on a fire materia to impress kohai

Zach: we're the best of friends

The rest of soldier: watches on in horror as he hugs the two

Zack: *pointing at Sephiroth* This is Sephiroth, he's a purebred nightmare and he cost Shinra roughly 15 million gil to create and raise.

Zack: *pointing at Cloud* This is Cloud and he came that way

Zack: I love them both desperately

[kupidachillea]

Nereid Achilles HCs (+ you)

🏺🐚In honour of MerMay that’s just around the corner- I’ve decided to yeet this at y’all. I know Achilles is already like half nereid or something but what if he was fully one? Plus what if he was courting you?🏺🐚

🏺-Nereid Achilles would probably act as he usually does, however I do think he’d be more calmer in some aspects.

🐚-Probably still the hotheaded, temperamental b@stard we all know but I match it up with how the sea itself acts. Can be calm and soothing or the things from nightmares.

🏺- There isn’t really a fixed ‘design’ on how a nereid would look but he’d still have his fiery golden hair and seafoam hazel eyes. You recognise them anywhere. His ears are pointed as expected and his teeth are sharp and more fang like.

🐚- His body is toned and a bit muscular too, probably from all that swimming he does and he has webbed fingers as well as pointed nails. He doesn’t exactly have scales but his skin does give off and iridescent shine to it as if to mimic the illusion of scales on parts of his body.

🏺- I’d like to think he would have those spine like fins on his back (I wish I knew what they were called), and have at least some form of bioluminescence on his body, whether it be freckles littering his body or on those fins on his back.

🐚- He keeps his hair long..sometimes it makes him look like a wet rat but sometimes it makes him look beautiful. There’s no in between.

🏺- Achilles loves hunting, anything that gets his adrenaline up. He loves the chase! From chasing food to chasing you .

🐚- If Achilles was courting you he’d probably be waiting by the shore each morning for you to show up. Nothing else catches his attention..he’s focused on waiting for you to show up.

🏺-When you do show up he’s ecstatic l a wide toothy grin on his face showing off his fangs while he smoothers you in a hug. Enjoying the feeling of your body heat while getting you soaked as well. If you get a little miffed from that he doesn’t mind. He finds it funny when you’re mad.

🐚- He often asks you to comb and braid his hair..for him it feels like a very intimate moment where you both could just chill and talk as the waves calm moves against the sand and over the rocks on the beach, he would talk about his day of swimming, hunting, and sparring while in turn listening to you and your day.

🏺- Achilles isn’t much of a ‘gift giver’ but for you, of course he is. He’d usually spend a good hour or so looking for something that would be a worthy treasure to grace his beloved with.

🐚- To your surprise he’d come back with strawberry top shells, conch shells, pearls- or on a special occasion- freaking Aquamarine. And he won’t take no for an answer so you have to take them.

🏺- When he’s not showering you with gifts he’s either being a sea pup or a lil brat sometimes- either way it just him showing how much he loves you by laying on top of you on warm sunny days and enjoying both the heat from the sun and you…he won’t let you go. I’m sorry.

🐚- On the odd occasion that he comes home with you he finds himself buried in your bed. Rolling up in a blanket like a little blanket burrito. His tail swishing slightly at the warm fabric and depending on the time when he comes over to your home..you’ll either be met with a wet blanket or a missing blanket (he has taken it with him.)

🏺- And don’t get me started on how jealous this man gets. Again..he’s not really a red flag..but..he has his moments. He doesn’t take kindly to people getting too friendly or touching with his darling. How he defines that? People talking to you for longer than 20 minutes when he’s around. In his mind- he should have all your attention. No one else.

🐚- He makes the expectation for Patroclus because he’s his therapon and friend, but like..anyone other than anyone he knows..it’s a big no no if it goes past the 20 minute and a half mark. You might want to set a few boundaries.

🏺- One odd thing he likes doing is poking your belly…why? You don’t know. He just loves to do it. Poking it and stroking it…resting his head on your belly and staring up at you with those sea foam hazel siren eyes. If you ask him why he’ll just tell you one thing. “You’re soft and I like that..”, probably due to the fact his body is a little bit more on the firmer side of things.

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[1vylili3s]

So if Shadowmilk is powerless are they mortal?

(demi) mortal pt.54

[capseycartwright]

tidbit tuesday because i need to motivate myself to write more and sharing fic snippets seems to do that djdjd

Buck had always loved flowers. Long before his powers had manifested, he had loved flowers – the bright colours, the way their scent lingered in the air. When his powers had come to light, and he’d spent his first summer at Camp Half-Blood, learning how to control them, Buck had been overjoyed to realise that one of the abilities his mother had passed onto him was the ability to manipulate flowers. Not in the same way as Demeter, or Dionysus, no, but he was still able to make flowers sprout between the cracks in the pavement or bring the flowers Abby had left on her kitchen table back to life, each time they’d died.

He should let go of the flowers – he knew he should. It was sad, to hold onto something that should have died long ago, and Buck was convinced that if his mother was aware (no, she was aware, Buck reminded – she was aware of everything, it was more she didn’t care to deal with the mortal leanings of her children) she would chew his ear off for wallowing in his heartbreak. You’re a son of Aphrodite, she’d remind, in that calm, terrifying voice of hers, the one that brought grown men and Gods to their knees. We break hearts – we don’t have ours broken.

Apparently even being the son of the goddess of love, didn’t save you from heartbreak.

Satisfied with the flowers that were now decorating the cracks in the pavement in front of the firehouse, Buck mooched inside. Life was different now, for demigods. They were expected to live much longer, and so they had begun to join traditionally mortal careers – as it turns out, some of them were inherently suited to the abilities of a demigod.

Buck was different. He didn’t have abilities that made being a firefighter easier. Bobby – he was a son of Hephaestus, the God of forges and fire – if anyone was made to be a firefighter, it was their captain. Hen – she was a daughter of Athena, which was fitting, given she was the wisest person Buck had ever met. Chimney – he was a son of Apollo. Buck was a little jealous, of that one – the God of healing, of reason and knowledge. They all brought powers that mattered and that helped them in their daily work.

Buck didn’t.

It was the mortal side of him, that had allowed him to become a firefighter. He’d gone through the academy, and ignored the jokes, about how a son of Aphrodite would be good for the annual hot firefighters’ calendar – and not much else. Buck had been determined to prove himself, as a firefighter, and he liked to think he’d done exactly that over the last year; he’d worked his hardest, and he’d tried to be the best version of himself he could. They had a shaky start, in the beginning, when Buck took his newfound appeal as a firefighter and used it to his advantage to hook up with every willing man and woman in the greater Los Angeles area, but they were passed that. Really, they were.

tagging @clusterbuck @hattalove @thatbuddie @doeeyeseddie @mellaithwen @sibylsleaves @elvensorceress @livingincolorsagain and anyone else who wants to share some fic!!

[backpackingspace]

Wait wait I am having a big brain moment Addam's family but it's odysseus and penelope

[nicoforlifetrue]

i desperately need a fics that exsplore the fact that alan is basically a god and the hollows are essentially demigods, like, i need a fic where sec asks what a "god" even is and alan describes it best he can and second like "oh so you" and alan goes "no no no definitly not" but like, it goes into this fun lil internal monolog about how alan has to be and its a play on perspectives and shit

like, what is humanity to sticks but a race of untouchable dietys, sure their forms as seen can be destroyed through a shit ton of effort but the being behind the vessel? untouchable

and weve been around from the beginning, we created there world, is alan the only one who can make them? can other animators create them? or are dark and chosen a weird sort of Adam and eve situation bringing life everywhere they go yet destroying it at the same time.

does that play into it? is there a weird sort of mentality around the two who brought the animators gift of life only to rip it away?

what do you do, when your god has yet to realize your even alive.

[calcifiedcadaver]

I always find stuff depicting Error teaming up Nightmare and his gang inherently funny for a really dumb headcanon reason.

Imagine, for a moment, that swap has just joined the star sanses as their third member. He still has a lot to learn about the multiverse as a whole, but so far he’s handling it well, all things considered! Ink and Dream are helping him train, teaching him all the little things they’ve learnt over their years to get the upper hand, all that jazz.

Then it happens.

Nightmare is fucking with an AU and they have to go deal with it. Ink and Dream reassure him it’ll be fine, that if things do start to look dicey, they can swoop in and give him a little help, but they think he’ll handle it perfectly well on his own!

In a scenario where Error is helping Nightmare, Ink immediately shoots off to go fight Error instead of staying to help Swap and Dream follows soon after to face off with Nightmare.

This makes sense to Swap, those two duos have been fighting for years and match each other in strength, so obviously it’s a good idea for him to not be the one to fight them.

Swap turns to face his opponent, confident in his own strength and ready to prove why he has why it takes to be a member of the Star Sanses!!!!

Horror, Killer, Dust and Cross all stare at him, weapons drawn.

In an instant Swap’s priorities switch from ‘Defeat the enemy and prove myself’ to ‘Don’t die, don’t die, don’t die, DON’T DIE’

Ink and/or Dream have to come to his rescue pretty quick once they realize maybe a 4v1 against seasoned murderers wasn’t as manageable as they thought and save him from getting torn to shreds.

That day, he learns two things.

1) Nightmare has a lot more lackeys then he thought

And

2) Maybe don’t trust his teammates (immortal, demi-gods, hundreds of years old, magically gifted) to judge how much he (mortal, regular skeleton of a regular age and magic) can actually handle whilst they go fight their equally powerful counterparts……

[cosmicourple]

the Transfuckmers have taken over my thinker so my first decree as their new host iiiiiiis: T.F.A A.U where Primus n The Thirteen Primes did exist a long, long, long, LONG time ago n war + corruption twisted & wiped away their story in place for a ver that is so heavily altered that it’s basically its own new set of events now 👍 (thru tomfuckerey and other Cosmic Shite, The Thirteen are revived & are jst a lil’ teeny tiny bit ŁÎVĮÐ mad at the current state of Cybertron + the Factions :DDD

[robin-evry]

Hello! Could I get a demigod named Yuu, who is the son of Dionysus?

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐘𝐔𝐔 ( 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐒𝐔𝐒 ) 🍇🍷

In ancient Greek religion and myth, Dionysus (/daɪ.əˈnaɪsəs/; Ancient Greek: Διόνυσος Diónysos) is the god of wine-making, orchards and fruit, vegetation, fertility, festivity, insanity, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, and theatre.

I was listening to the song cult of Dionysus when writing this

Nrc best party gower, they always know how to light up a party or festivity into chaotic fun and memorable parties till the day they died.

They have that effortless charm that makes it hard to say no to them, and their presence can light up any room. Whether it's a casual chat or a high-energy party, they can easily win people over. As well known for their flirting ways.

True to their divine heritage, demi god!yuu despises rules and structure, preferring to live life on their own terms. While they do have some respect for authority, they’re likely to push the boundaries if it suits their mood.

often lean toward the chaotic side, whether it's starting impromptu parties or causing trouble with their unpredictable magic. They're not intentionally malicious but their mischief is never-ending.

They love to flirt with literally anyone, their charm is so strong that they can make anyone open up to them, even the most reserved students like Sebek, Silver, or even Riddle. They often find themselves being the one students turn to when they need someone to vent or tell embarrassing secrets.

Their presence has a mysterious effect on people. Their ability to shift the mood makes others more in touch with their emotions, which can be positive or negative, depending on how they channels it. A quiet and reserved student might suddenly be inspired to perform on stage, or an angry one might channel their rage into a passionate speech. As well releasing people's inner confidence when around.

A very flirtatious person would rizz up anyone literally anyone, their charisma looks are by far one of the most charming of them all and during meeting neige they flirt with him and left to help vil set up leaving a blushing neige.

It's not like they purposely flirt, they would find flirting is a unique way to talk to people looking at their charisma as well knowing that this person isn't boring. It's just their way to communicate with people.

Their humor tends to be a little chaotic and sometimes dark. They enjoy making others laugh, but sometimes their humor can be a bit bizarre. Whether it’s playing pranks or making people laugh in uncomfortable ways, they’re the life of the party, and while their jokes sometimes cross boundaries, they always make amends in their own way.

You know those people that when walking towards a room every time seems to know them, yeah that Demi god!yuu literally who doesn't know them, they threw the best parties in nrc.

They are an ambivert depending on you, demi god!yuu would love to talk and interact with other people would not open up until you manage to get their trust.

The ramshackle before they moved in was a mess and a dump, after they transferred it became luxurious with a lot of plants surrounding it like flowers, vegetables and fruit plus it's much better this way because they don't have to ask from Crowley for food.

They are an art kid, they are very talented in the arts like acting, music as well being an amazing gardener. Since nrc students are still pretty underage they were banned from drinking alcohol at school but they decided to make a healthier version for the people at their party. has an intense love for music and dance, particularly anything that can be performed in a celebratory atmosphere. They might often be found leading spontaneous dance parties in the halls of nrc or playing an instrument like a lyre or flute (even though it’s not always the most "musically perfect" sound). Their dance style is carefree, fluid, and expressive, representing the freedom of the divine festivities they were born from. Crowley would usually lend the task of throwing a party towards them

Animals would be around them, demi god! yuu possessed some form of bonding with animals or connection. They are able to talk and understand animals as if talking towards a real person.

They are considered to be attractive enough to look like a famous model and actor, vil would usually ask them to participate in some of the movies he's acting in.

In their party everyone is invited even malleus they would never leave out someone, the party doesn't necessarily need to be chaotic it's just basically a social event where everyone gathered around and chat.

Vil would initially disapprove of their whimsical nature and the chaos their sometimes causes, but he can’t help but admire their beauty and the fact that she brings an intoxicating charm to any room they enters.

Ace would love their carefree nature. He’d be drawn to their fun-loving vibe and would often join their in mischievous adventures. They’d likely be partners in crime when it comes to pranks and pulling off spontaneous adventures.

Also they are pretty polygamous as well bisexual, they don't mind the gender of their future partner also the big deal of being polygamous, they find it normal. As well having a romantic interaction with people.

Their presence excels at creating an atmosphere of celebration, turning even the most mundane events into something extraordinary. Their presence alone is enough to lift people’s spirits, making them the ideal organizer of festivals or social gatherings. Whether it's a spontaneous dance party or an impromptu feast, they can always be counted on to bring people together and make the event unforgettable.

They thrive during school festivals, where their magic can fully take shape—decorating the space with flowers, creating music that flows through the air, and serving magical beverages that are a mix of both enchantment and fun.

They possessed control over vines, plants, and flowers. They can summon vines from the earth to restrain foes, create barriers, or even form magical constructs such as shelters or weapons. The vines can grow rapidly, reaching out to entangle enemies, form walls, or even act as transportation (creating pathways of plant matter for them to walk on or swing from). The flowers blooming from these vines often carry a magical aura that can enchant or distract others.

Not to mention able to use transformation magic changing the structure of things they once grab an apple and turn into gold to sell for thaumarks after being teleported there as well Crowley suck at being the support they provide for themselves and grim.

[kay-royal]

Welp got another au idea but this one feels like someone’s had to of thought of it before

Stranger things x Percy Jackson

Like if our favorite Hawkins residents were demigods, I was thinking only the older teens and younger teens not the adults. I am stuck on who there godly parents would be though. I’ve got ideas for some but nothing I can settle on. Currently my ideas are

Will Byers as either a son of Apollo or iris

Billy Hargrove as either a son of Poseidon or Zeus

Steve Harrington as a son of Athena or Nike

Nancy as a daughter of Athena or Apollo

Max as a daughter of ares or Hephaestus

Add more if you want

[chairkind]

you find an old photo in the car. it's surprisingly undamaged by the cold lake water.