#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.

[therosebunpost]

At this point im just going to be the blog that conjures up Steddie x Reader crossover AUs that no one asked, for but hit me over the head in a burst of divine inspiration. (Thanks Apollo)

Speaking of Apollo, its a Demi God AU baybeeeee~!

Imagine with me, Demi god Steve Harrington who actually comes from a *family* of Demi Gods. His mom is the daughter of Aphrodite and his dad is the son of Poseidon- (does this actually make sense, probs not but Im still sticking with it.) He's an excellent swimmer, and absolutely was blessed by Aphrodite as a baby, so he's a charmer too.

Now, imagine with me, Demi god Eddie is a direct line from Hephaestus! That or he's the son of a child of Hephaestus and maybe apollo? Unsure there, but thats where he gets both his love of the arts, stories and music from.

Now with Reader, im not entirely sure. I'd either want them to be a human or the child of two lesser known gods, or maybe a human and some other mythical creature.

Regardless, all the creatures are sent from Kronos to kill them. Eddie and Steve butt heads. (Maybe Eddie doesn't like Steve cuz his grandma broke his grandpas heart by going with Ares. But damn it, he can't help but fall for the mans charms anyway) and then the Reader is the one who keeps them all together. A middle ground where they both feel safe from the horrors coming after their blood.

Anyway, enjoy XD

[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?”

[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

[thebubblesareevil]

Family grows, it evolves…

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

There was a new exhibit on Ancient Greece at the museum, and as the resident expert Diana was given free range of the exhibit. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue, normally the League doesn’t find a clone of one of its founding members and spend a, frankly, ridiculous amount of time deciding how to proceed.

Diana sighed as she looked at the large room filled with artifacts needing to be catalogued before display. She lamented not having the same speed as the flash for but a moment before getting to work. It was 5:00, if she wanted to get any sleep tonight, she needed to get to work.

She steadily made her way through stacks of paperwork, working with the efficiency that was drilled into her since birth. It had been hours since she began her work, and though she tired, she resolved to head home to get changed for the next day. It wasn’t until she made her way from the basement that she realized something was off. Doris was sitting at reception, though she should have left at 8:00, the sun was still high in the sky, not yet ready to make its decent.

“Calling it an early night, Diana?” Doris asked “Big day tomorrow! Finally setting up the new exhibit. I can’t wait to take the kids, they’re so excited to see it.” She said with a wide smile. Diana surveyed the desk, catching a glance the clock. There in bold numbers and as 7:00pm, she smiled as she replied.

“I finished things up sooner than planned, so I thought I’d head out for the night. I need to get dinner started before my guest arrives.” Doris’ face nearly split in two.

“A guest, is he handsome, oh how could you hold out on me Diana!?” She said excitedly “I need all the details!” Diana laughed.

“Nothing like that, my Grandfather decided to pop in for a surprise visit. I haven’t seen him in quite some time, so it’s a lovely surprise.” Doris nodded along.

“You’re a good grandkid. I miss my grandparents everyday, you never know how much time you’ve got.” She said with a sigh. “Have a good night!”

“All the time in the world.” She said to herself, checking her watch and grinning. It read 4:30 am, she yawned as she left, making her way back to her apartment.

Everything thing was silent when she arrived, though that was to be expected at this point. She wade her way to the kitchen passing by the figure on the couch.

“Would you like some tea? Do you drink at all?” She inquired.

“I am perfectly capable, though I rarely indulge.” He replied in a monotone voice, if she had been anyone else she like would not have caught the edge of sadness clinging to his voice. Diana set the kettle on the stove and made her way over to the couch.

“Something troubles you, something big enough to approach me after all these years.” Clockwork smiled “You’re much sharper than your father ever was” the smile dropped.

“You are aware of the multiverse.” He said, Diana nodded. “As the Master of time, I bear witness to each world, each time line. There exists a world where humans built a bridge to the Infinite Realms, creating a being both born and killed by the infinite.” Diana gave him her upmost attention. “Sometime ago I was tasked with the elimination of this creature, this child, to prevent the tragedy he would bring upon that world.” He smiled “I was never one to listen to orders though, and instead I set the boy on a path that would bring about great change… it had unexpected side effects.”

“What kind of side effects?” Diana asked, worried.

“He began to cling to me, seeking me out for advice. I even found him asleep in my clock tower more than once. I have admittedly come to see him as my grandson.” Clockwork have a soft smile “He reminded me so much of you when we first met.” He sighed “I am here to ask a favor, young Danny is approaching a crossroads. There are two possible paths his timeline might take, one where he lives of the rest of his years moving between living in dead, his truth hidden from those who wish him harm. However there is another path, one I fear is becoming more and more likely than the last.” Diana had never seen her grandfather look so old, his entire form shifting to match his tone.

“What is it? What is going to happen?” Clockwork looked at her with sad, tired eyes.

“He will be betrayed, from this betrayal he will suffer such agony that the Realms themselves will retaliate. Then he will sleep eternal, bound to the infinite. His world destroyed.” Diana gasped. She placed a hand over his,

“What do you need me to do?” She asked firmly.

“Should the worst come about, I intend to steal him away from that world. Cutting off its connection to the realms permanently. However he is a being of both life and death, he cannot neglect his human half. What I ask of you is this, that you allow this boy to stay here, with you. There is no one else I would trust with such a task.” Diana hesitated.

She was a warrior, trained for battle from birth. She knew nothing of caring for a child. She thought her grandfather intended for her assist him in battle but this…. She looked at her grandfather, his sad eyes resigned, as though he expected her to refuse.

“Very well, on one condition.”

“Anything my dear.” She smiled.

“You must visit more, when last we met I told you I needed time. You gave me that, now I ask once more for time, time spent together.” She nearly jumped as his form shifted to that of a child.

“Nothing would please me more.”

“And grandfather? Should the worst not pass, I would still like to meet tho cousin of mine.” Clockwork froze, before he practically melted.

“Of course.” His form shifted once more to that of a young adult. Diana smiled pulling her grandfather into a hug.

“Thank you.” He whispered and he was gone. The kettle screamed. Diana got ready for a long nights rest.

—————————

A week passed before she heard anything from her grandfather. It was to the night before the opening of her new exhibit and she expected everything to go as planned. Just as she was picking out what she was going to wear to the gala, the sound of cars outside her window stopped.

“What do you think? Red or black?” She asked as she turned around holding the two dresses. Her grandfather stood tall, a stern look on his face. Diana set down the dresses. “It happened, didn’t it?” Clockwork nodded. Making his way towards the living room he stopped by the couch. There, asleep on her couch was a young teen, not much older than some of her teammates protégés. He had pitch black hair and pale skin, with lightning scars crawling up his neck. He chest did not move.

“He’s not breathing!” She turned to her grandfather, but he appeared unbothered. He smiled, watching the boy sleep.

“As I said before, he is a being of both life and death, sometime pieces of one form bleed into the other.” He turned to Diana, “He needs his rest, as for your first question, the blue dress will suit you much better on this occasion.” Diana gave him a soft smile.

“Come, I shall make us some tea while you tell me more about my cousin.” Clockwork nodded, taking a moment to readjust the blanket around the teen, before heading to the kitchen.

——————-

When Danny woke, to the sound of people talking he had a horrid migraine. He did his best to ignore the pain as he tried to remember where he was. The last thing he remembered was a dream of his parents yelling and the GIW knocking down their door. He slowly sat up, looking around the room, every wall was covered in pictures. Danny slowly stood and made his way over to the pictures. They all took place over varied times, ranging from, at the earliest, the 1920s all the way to the 2000s. All of the featured the same woman, she remained unchanged even as those around her grew old.

He listen to the voices, one familiar, one not, as he made his way towards the source of the noise. When he opened the door he was greeted by the familiar face of Clockwork. Next to him was the woman from the photos just as unchanged.

“Good afternoon Danny, did you rest well?” Danny did his best to disguise his flinch at the sound, grinning at the old ghost.

“Just fine thanks, what….what exactly happened? Where are we?” Confusion dripping from his voice.

Clockwork looked Danny in the eye, what he said next nearly broke him.

“I’m so sorry, Danny.”

Danny’s legs almost gave out under him. “It happened didn’t it? They tried to turn me in, to the GIW. That wasn’t a dream.” The ancient stayed silent, Danny's eyes went wide. "Is Jazz okay!? She... she was upstairs... if they hurt her!" Clockwork stopped him.

"Your sister is fine, they were only there for you." Danny took a deep breath, trying to process everything.

"So what comes next? Where are we?" Clockwork looked at him with a deep sadness.

"We are in a world separate from your own, connected by the Infinite Realms. I saw the possibility of what was to come and made arrangements. Due to the crimes of your world against you, the Observants and myself decided the best course of action would be to remove you from your world, and cut the living off from the Infinite Realms entirely." Danny looked down, resigned to knowledge of what they planned to do to him. "As you know, as a half-ghost you must tend to both sides of your being." Clockwork turned to the woman, "Danny, this is my granddaughter, Princess Diana of Themascyra. She has agreed to have you stay here, with her." Danny frowned.

"Your granddaughter? But she's...uhh" he paused, not sure how to continue. Diana laughed.

"Alive? Yes, I do believe I am. I'm assuming my grandfather has neglected to explain his past life" Danny nodded "How much do you know of the stories Ancient Greece?"

"More than most I think, there are a lot of constellations named after the myths. That and it's hard to visit Pandora and NOT get an hour lecture on Greece" Diana's eyes went wide.

"You know Lady Pandora? How wonderful, I grew up hearing stories of her bravery!” She smiled “That being said, that will make things a bit easier. My mother is Hippolyta, her desire to have a daughter was so great that she molded me from sand, Zeus, king of the gods, used his power to give me life.” Danny blinked once, then twice.

“So…you’re a Demi-god? I don’t understand how that makes you Clockworks granddaughter.” Diana smiled. “I mean, I know Clockwork probably used to be Chronos, Jazz and I had a whole debate about that, but what does that have to do with Zeus?” Diana smiled patiently.

“Danny, Chronos is the primordial god of time, yes?” Danny nodded “Okay, well he is also the primordial form of Kronos, the father of Zeus, my father.” Danny froze, looking over to Clockwork who merely nodded, as though Danny’s brain was currently trying to shut down. After a moment the dots finally seemed to click.

“YOU ATE YOUR KIDS?!?!”

Clockwork sighed, Diana laughed, Danny had a mental breakdown.

It took close to five minutes for Clockwork to fully explain as Diana grinned in the background drinking her tea. Once he calmed down, Clockwork finished continued expaining.

"As for your ghostly half, I will be providing plenty of ectoplasm for you to eat as well as bringing you to the Infinite realms each week until you learn to create portals of your own." Danny nodded.

"What about school? Or hell, anything really. I don't exist in this world, how exactly do I go about doing anything?" Clockwork smiled.

"I called on the power of the ghost writer for any legal documents and I personally filed them in the proper time period to ensure you have what you need. I have given those to Diana" she nodded "as well as giving her legal custody of you. As far as the law is concerned you are her recently orphaned cousin. Son of her estranged Uncle Haiden and Aunt Penelope, who tragically died a few days ago." Clockwork smiled, rising from his seat.

"I'm afraid I have over stayed my welcome, I think it's best I take my leave and allow the two of you time to acquaint yourselves better." Danny stopped Clockwork, giving him a hug he whispered.

"Thank you." Clockwork gently carded his fingers through his hair before stepping back.

"If either of you need anything, just ask." and he was gone. Suddenly there was an influx of noise coming from outside, just enough to tell them that the world outside was moving once more.

Danny stood awkwardly by the chair their grandfather was occupying.

"You know, I don't bite." Diana said, trying to break the ice.

"I do." Danny replied on reflex, before covering his mouth. He looked at Diana, she looked back before they both burst out in peals of laughter.

"This is so weird, what even is my life?" Diana wiped a tear from her eye.

"Well, considering one of my teammates dresses up as a bat and beats up criminals, while another talks to fish, I think it's safe to say neither of our lives can be considered normal." Danny broke out in another fit of laughter.

"No shit?" he asked. Diana lifted a single brow at the term.

"No shit."

"What kind of team are you on exactly? Extreme cosplaying? Underwater battle royale?" Diana smirked.

"How about we get you some food and I tell you all about it?"

Danny smiled "Sounds like a plan."

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[robin-evry]

If possible, maybe you could do Yuu as demigod? Like, they are child of the God and human, (Maybe Hecate's child for example?)

Sure thing, sorry for the wait. ask and you shall receive

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐃 ( 𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ) 🔮

A demigod is a divine mythological figure, a god who is either part human, or a minor god. In ancient Greece, dead heroes were sometimes thought of as demigods. Greek and Roman mythology have their share of demigods, and so do many other ancient religions and traditions.

( English not my first language )

Dividers made by @enchanthings

Demi-God!yuu is calm and composed, with an air of mystery. They often find themselves drawn to moments of transition—like dusk or crossroads—and have a deep understanding of both the light and dark sides of magic. Unlike others who may see magic as a tool, they views it as part of their essence. They can be fiercely protective of their friends, especially Grim, acting as a wise guide who helps others find their path.

Demi-God Yuu has a nightly ritual where they sit under the moon, either meditating or practicing their magic. Their connection to the night is sacred, and they feel most at peace under the moon’s glow. The other students find this ritual calming, and occasionally, someone will join them—Grim likes to nap nearby while Yuu performs these rituals, as well malleus would join them in meditation.

Their magic is stronger at night, even tho they are still powerful during the day. But during the night,the moon will empower their magical abilities greatly.

They're calm and wise demeanor contrasts with Grim’s fiery impulsiveness. They often acts as a voice of reason, teaching Grim the finer points of magic. They treat Grim with patience, understanding his ambitions and sometimes mischief, while also nudging him toward better decisions.

Unlike most of the students at NRC, Yuu is completely unfazed by the school’s many ghosts. In fact, they can often be found having casual conversations with them, asking for advice or getting information about past events. This has earned them a reputation as somewhat eerie but also cool in the eyes of their peers.

They have an instinctual ability to sense when someone is at a "crossroad" in their life, whether emotionally, magically, or otherwise. When this happens, they’ll subtly offer advice or guide that person toward a decision. They never force their help, allowing the person to choose their own path, but many students have come to rely on Yuu's wisdom during tough moments.

They have created a magical collar for Grim that not only enhances his fire magic but also has protective charms embedded into it. Though Grim likes to complain about it, secretly he feels a sense of security knowing that they are always watching out for him.

On rare occasions, they will disappear from the school grounds during the dead of night to help lost spirits find peace. The students have noticed their absence during these times, but they never explains where they go, adding to their air of mystery.

They have a raven familiar that flies around the campus, often perching on their shoulder. The raven is an extension of their magic and can deliver messages or gather information. Students say that if Yuu’s raven lands near you, it means you're at a pivotal point in your life. The raven was created by their magic and can control them at will.

Thanks to their lineage, they have a innate gift for potion-making, particularly those tied to transformation, protection, or revealing hidden truths. They sometimes make small charms and potions for their friends, often gifting them at just the right moment when they need it most.

They wear several pieces of jewelry—rings, bracelets, and a necklace—that hold minor curses or wards. For example, one ring protects them from harm, while another can trap weak spirits trying to cause trouble. The other students often joke that their accessories are more powerful than any full spellbook.

Have a love of magic, they collect spells as well as learn ancient magic. No matter how useless the spell is they will collect it in their personal spell book. Their spell book is said to hold powerful ancient magic as well modern magic spells, it said that the book will never run out of pages due to demi-hecate!yuu magic. Many students have tried to steal it but every time they want to open the book it wouldn't budge due to a spell that Demi-God!yuu not allowing anyone who's not them to open the book without permission. Occasionally, the book will turn a page on its own, guiding Yuu toward the right spell or piece of information for their current predicament. But sometimes during crisis moments that don't give them enough time for the book to open themselves, they just gonna use the book as a weapon smacking people by it.

They have access to a library of forgotten, ancient spells passed down from Hecate herself. These spells are not in any modern magical texts, and they can be incredibly powerful, though also dangerous. They are careful with which spells they use, knowing that some have unpredictable effects. They only cast these ancient spells when absolutely necessary, often as a last resort.

They also tend to go out at night, to explore ancient ruins for magical objects or spells. Malleus and grim would also tend to come with them just out of curiosity or not just an excuse to hang out with them.

Being the child of Hecate, demi god!yuu would have connections to magic more than anyone, they are able to use dark and light magic as well as a master at ancient magic. but their most skilled is at enchantment, moonlight magic, necromancy and gateway magic.

Using moonlight magic they can manipulate moonlight, using it to illuminate hidden paths, conceal themselves in shadows, or create protective barriers.

As Hecate is a goddess of crossroads, Yuu can create temporary portals to other locations, allowing for quick escapes or strategic advantages in battle.

They excels in charm magic, creating wards, talismans, and spells to protect or enhance allies. They also have the ability to communicate with spirits, guiding lost souls or even summoning harmless ghostly allies to aid them.

They thrive in the quiet of the night, and because of this, their study sessions often take place during late hours. Some students, especially night owls like Azul or Idia, have stumbled upon them engrossed in tomes of ancient spells or researching forgotten magical rituals by candlelight. Their dorm room always has a faint glow, even when the lights are off, due to enchanted lanterns and runes on the walls.

As the daughter of Hecate, who was often associated with cats, they have a natural affinity with felines. Cats around NRC seem to adore them, often following them around or curling up near them during late-night study sessions. Grim pretends to be annoyed by this, but secretly enjoys having their attention split between him and the other cats. Everytime during Mr. Trein lessons Lucius would come to their lap and just take a nap there and Demi-God!yuu would pet them while reading, nothing will let that cat come off of them.

They have a habit of preparing small midnight feasts for themselves, Grim and other of their friends, especially during full moons. They use simple magic to whip up snacks and teas, often involving ingredients tied to the moon or night. Sometimes, when their friends are going through tough times, they’ll invite them to these quiet moonlit gatherings, providing comfort and support through food and conversation.

Deep in the forests surrounding NRC, they have a small, hidden altar dedicated to Hecate. They visit this altar during significant moments—crossroads in their own life or when they need guidance. The altar is a sacred space where Yuu leaves offerings of moonflowers, candles, and herbs, and it’s one of the few places where they feel truly connected to their divine parent.

Vil views them with a mixture of curiosity and respect. Their composed, mysterious nature aligns well with Vil’s sense of elegance and control. He appreciates how they never loses their composure, and their unique appearance under moonlight fascinates him. However, Vil occasionally disapproves of their more cryptic side, preferring directness and clarity in those he trusts.

I would feel like idia and Demi-God!yuu would get along. They usually hang out to play games and basically discuss what they are interested in. Idia talks about his games and idol while they talk about magic and some ancient tunes they come across, and the other party would listen and give opinions.

Because of their mysterious powers, calm demeanor, and connection to ancient magic, they’ve earned a reputation around NRC as being somewhat of an enigma. While they are friendly and approachable, they often speak in cryptic phrases, making it hard for others to understand their true intentions. Most students view them with a mix of awe and wariness, but those who are close to they know that they have a kind and protective heart beneath the mystery.

[backpackingspace]

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

[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.

🪷🍵 Please consider liking, commenting and rebloging if you enjoyed it🍵🪷

[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……

[reaperquinnandkayaquinn-blog]

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.

[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.

[banesberry-anomoly]

Son of Dionysus

[paintedkinzy-88]

I didn’t know you had tumblr-

You literally inspired me with the dragon au so hard that I incorporated it into my universe that has my ocs-

(I’m info dumping all the sudden I’m sorry I hope that’s okay)

Like Dream and Noot have two younger siblings who’s roles are the guardians of positive/negative memories and I made their inspirations biblically accurate angels and probably some demonic stuff (we’ll see), Reaper + his Papyrus had two other siblings who were the god of the sun and goddess of the moon and I think I just made them really big and gave the sun god a bunch of sets of wings and the moon goddess a bunch of stars that looked like eyes, Ink and Error both had siblings who after a very long time of thinking about it both became dragons-

And that doesn’t even begin to explain the chaos that was Demi-gods, because like Cross has a sibling who was born before the events of X-tale and has an overwrite soul so they got listed as one and I gave them wings, both Reaper, Life, and my two other gods have Demi-gods under them (who were in theory born human or monster) and do that, it’s very long and complicated and it’s entirely because of the dragon au and I’m very offended /j

Oh no I’ve been dISCOVERED—

Info dump all you want!! I’m glad my work had any kind of role in a new AU’s creation ;w;

AHHH That’s so fascinating tho?? The idea they ALL have other siblings is something I don’t think I’ve seen before, and I love the ideas for their designs! The memory guardians in particular — biblically accurate angels are so much fun, and I can so see that in the UTMV world(s). Ō-Ō

And obviously you mention dragons and I am very sold on this thank you very much.

Also, long complicated lore is wonderful, excuse you. We love long complicated lore. I’m offended that you’re offended?? /lh (ง’̀-‘́)ง