#disney neptune

[smilechiales]

I got so many thoughts about Descendants Hades and his family and I'm totally not normal about them.

So Hades went to Merlin Academy but Zeus and Poseidon/Neptune weren't there. Are they older than Hades? Have they already graduated? Did they go at all?

Ursula's little sister is apparently similiar in age to Hades (or maybe Hades just failed a lot of classes) which is weird because If Poseidon is actually his brother like in the myth then Ursula and her sister are his brother's grandchildren and there should probably be an age gap there, right? And If Neptune is Hades' brother - that's not better - then Hades goes to school at the same time as his nieces.

Don't even get me started on the Neptune is Poseidon's kid-thing, it's weird, I know but sadly canon. And I'm pretty sure Poseidon dies of old age in the Hercules series, so it would make sense that he's older than Hades but Zeus and Hades actually seemed similiar in age?

Okay, I just checked the wiki:

How big were the age gaps between god siblings?!

[shadowqueendiangelo]

“It’s easy to forget what’s important when you’re alone.”—Annabeth Chase.

I would like to remind everyone about Son of Neptune and Percy’s memories and how they speak for themself.

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Ares: you’ve made an enemy for life!!

Percy: I think you mean that you’ve made an enemy for life square up bitch ( ੭눈 _ 눈 )੭

[girlkisser13]

poseidon cabin headcanons

children of poseidon

• none of them eat sea food because they're allergic to it.

• their state of mind changes constantly, just like the ocean. they can go from calm to rowdy to focused to distracted in a matter of seconds.

• due to the ocean's unpredictability and changing nature, every poseidon child is slightly different than their siblings. some can have calmer, gentler natures while some can be downright unpredictable and terrifying.

• their body temperature changes depending on how warm or cool the nearest ocean to them is.

• they prefer savory foods over sweet.

• eating food with a lot of oil makes them sick. (because water and oil don’t mix).

• they like to collect anything in their father's territory (pearls, corals, shells, etc.).

• their favorite snacks are goldfish, swedish fish, whale crackers, gummy sharks, and any other ocean creature shaped crackers or candies.

• they can communicate by putting folded or rolled up paper into a bottle and letting the waves carry it to its intended recipient.

• some of them help out with at the infirmary since they can heal people with water.

• since skateboarding was invented by surfers, children of poseidon can pick up skateboarding just as easily as surfing.

• some of them can teleport using water, in a similar way with shadow travel.

• if they use a lot of energy, they can cross an entire ocean but they'll probably pass out after.

• the sound of ocean waves are a calming sound to them and the sound helps them sleep at night.

• they all live in a state or country that is exposed to the ocean.

• they all have wavy hair. the hair type varies from child to child.

• they are all flat-footed because it aids them greatly in swimming.

cabin exterior

• their cabin is adorned with various nautical elements such as anchors, shells, and seaweed motifs carved into the walls and pillars.

• they have seashell wind chimes hanging from the eaves outside of their cabin.

• they also have driftwood sculptures and nets hung with seaglass and polished stones.

• the entrance is flanked by columns resembling coral formations, intricately carved with sea motifs.

• they have statues of sea creatures at the entrance of their cabin that come to life when their cabin is under threat.

cabin interior

• the cabin is decorated with ship wheels, anchors, ropes, and lanterns. the beds in the cabin resemble hammocks or ship bunks.

• there are no windows in the cabin, only open spaces to allow natural light in. this maintains the airy and open feel of the cabin.

• there are murals of sea creatures, waves, and underwater scenes. shells and starfish are embedded in the walls and ceiling.

• the lighting in the cabin resemble bioluminescent sea creatures, casting a gentle, otherworldly glow. at night, the room might look like an underwater scene with soft, moving lights resembling schools of fish.

• they have a magical, interactive map that shows the locations of any and all bodies of water in the world. it can highlight areas of significance, like recent sea monster sightings or sunken treasure locations.

cabin traditions

• dunking their heads in the toilet has become their acceptance ritual. the campers basically do it to honour/laugh at percy, but instead of an actual toilet, they just dunk them in a basin of water.

• they have a wall where every kid of poseidon has scratched their name, beginning with percy, so that when there is another occasion in which there is only one camper, they don't have to feel alone.

• before world war ii, they had an initiation where they would send their new siblings into the ocean. they had to retrieve a seashell from as far beneath the ocean as possible. they have a wall in their cabin dedicated to these shells.

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[dorcasmckinnonn]

MAY I REMIND YOU THAT HAZEL LEVESQUE SAID A CURSE WORD SO A NUN WASHED HER MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP.

[shadowhandss60]

Amnesia Percy: “Dude, how many gods and monsters did you piss off?”

Past Percy: “Yes.”

[chaotictoon]

Sea Shells

[riptidelover]

Percy turning into gold on the throne and then later having a fear of suffocating/drowning. 🙁🙁

[celesital]

Silly Symphony - King Neptune

[haveamagicalday]

Battle of the Barbies! Round 3: Fantasy (Sub Round 2)

This is round 3 (sub round 2) of the bracket. All other polls in can be found here.

[booksforevermore13]

Words Unsaid

Summary: A look into a moment Annabeth shared with Percy before he went missing. Set before the events in the Son of Neptune. Chronologically, a few months after the Olympian War. Fluff, and then the angst comes. Loosely based on the song 'Knocking on Heaven's Door ' by RAIGN

Author's Note: It's been more than a year since I've posted anything, mostly because I've been so swamped with schoolwork and assignments and everything that seems unfair and wrong to a student :D But, I finally found time again to write and decided to start with a Percabeth fic for a change. It's my first, and I hope you like it. Reviews would be an absolute treat, and I would very much appreciate them so much.

...

Mama take this badge from me I can't use it anymore It's getting dark, too dark to see

...

It hadn't started with love. No, it really hadn't, for Annabeth was sure that the first time she had seen Percy Jackson, she had absolutely loathed him.

She had despised him, not in the way she despised the folk of the Aphrodite cabin with their daily gimmick and mockery, not in the way she hated her stepmom for creating a rift between her and her dad, not even in the way she despised her own father for letting her leave. No, Annabeth despised Percy Jackson because even with all the odds against him, he still somehow had faith in the world. Faith that Annabeth had lost.

But that had changed. Percy Jackson had crept into her life, and cemented his place in it in a way no one had been able to do. She had learned to believe, not in the world which was set to kill her or snatch away from her, her happiness at any moment possible, but in the boy who had taught her to love, and to hope; the boy whose eyes had witnessed worse things than anybody she could think of and yet it was his green eyes that warmed up to a stranger first. It was his green eyes she sought out when they were in danger, and it was his green eyes that she had learnt to love.

Annabeth had fallen in love with Percy Jackson slowly, and then all at once.

And he had changed everything about her.

There was once a time when she didn't even see herself living beyond sixteen.

But then, here she was, four months into her sixteenth year of life, creeping to cabin three in the middle of the night, not because she had any work to do, but because she simply wanted to see her boyfriend.

Camp Half BLood seemed ethereal in the moonlight. In the distance, she could see the faint strawberry fields, dimly lit by the blinking glow of the fireflies. She had left the Athena Cabin behind her, with its stone walls and camaraderie, and could just faintly make out her way towards Cabin Three, mostly because it always seemed to have the scent of ocean water lingering around it.

Somehow, it always seemed to smell like Percy.

After years navigating around Camp Halfblood, this had become second nature.

Annabeth skipped over the creaky stone that entailed the steps toward the cabin door, bypassing the door, and instead, heading straight towards the window.

Percy always had his window open.

"Hey there, Seaweed Brain," she announced herself softly, as she pulled herself over the edge.

"What-", Percy exclaimed, startled, as he sat up on his bed, putting aside his shield. He watched as Annabeth stepped into his room, and then, almost automatically burst into a grin

"Hi there, Wise Girl."

"What are you doing?" Annabeth asked, her voice just above a whisper, lest the Harpies sense her in the wrong cabin.

"Oh, just the shield," Percy replied, offering Annabeth a hand, as he pulled her onto the bed. She gladly accepted the blanket he offered her, tucking her legs in as she settled herself beside Percy. Sometimes, Annabeth still couldn't believe they had reached the point in their relationship where she could be so comfortable around him like that. "

I know Tyson fixed it, but it seems different now."

"Is there anything broken?" Annabeth asked, instinctively looking over the shield for any changes.

"Not that you can see," Percy smiled sadly, "It just, it seems different from when he fixed it for me a few months ago."

Annabeth nodded wordlessly, as Percy shuffled closer to her, their shoulders now brushing, as they watched the waves crashing against the shore. It seemed angrier than usual, Annabeth noticed, more turbulent, more …..wild, and she exhaled as she seeked out Percy's hands, his fingers closing almost by habit over hers.

"Everything's changed," she said.

Percy squeezed her fingers, resting his head over hers. He towered over her, and yet in this position, it seemed just right. "Did Chiron tell you about the Hermes cabin?" he asked.

"Yeah," Annabeth replied, "It's nearly empty now. Apparently, Hermes did not, in fact, have so many kids."

Percy laughed, his voice resonating in the cabin, as the wind carried his voice towards the sea. "I remember, the first time in camp, there was so little space in the Hermes cabin, that I had to sleep on the cold floor, right under someone's bed. I swear, it might have been Travis's because only his socks could smell like something had died in it."

"Yeah, so like you to remember the smell of his socks." Annabeth laughed, memories of him being once shorter than her resurfacing. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back. "I remember, the first time I reached camp, Luke made me sleep on the bed, because I was too small, and people kept stepping over me." Annabeth laughed, then looked at Percy, "It was his bed, technically, because Hermes had claimed him the moment he had stepped foot in camp, but he still slept on the floor for an entire week before Athena claimed me."

Percy looked down at Annabeth, his thumb rubbing circles over the small junction between her index and middle finger, as if smoothing away the scars which had accumulated over the years of handling knives and blades.

She looked away, a sudden lump in her throat. Annabeth had accepted long ago that her Luke was gone, but perhaps under the weight of the world, she had never accepted the fact that she'd never be able to see him again.

"Everyone's gone," she said, inhaling sharply, as the waves crashed harder against the shore. Poseidon seemed clearly agitated today.

"Some of us are still here." Percy replied back, and Annabeth looked at him again, overcome with emotion, as her own muddled grey eyes gazed into his green ones, which were still warm, and still holding on.

Percy reached up, brushing away a single tear that Annabeth hadn't even realised had escaped.

"Since when does the Wise Girl have an existential crisis?" he joked weakly, and Annabeth laughed, a teary laugh as she opened her arms, Percy smiling warmly as he pulled her into him.

Annabeth breathed in deeply, absorbing the musky scent of sea-water and hot milk, a combination that she herself had never fathomed she'd adore.

"I love you." Percy said suddenly, and Annabeth's eyes snapped open, jerked out of her reverie as she pulled away slightly, her hands still around Percy.

"What, is it too early?" Percy stuttered, "I know, it just slipped out, I didn't -"

But Annabeth interrupted him, leaning forward to press her lips against his gently. Her eyes closed, she smiled as his hand raised up to cup her face, her thumb brushing against his cheek.

She rested her forehead against his, as they breathed in unison, against the noise of the waves pounding.

It hadn't started with love, but it had slowly grown into one. In a way, she had always known he would be the boy in the prophecy. He would never know, but she had kept her feelings aside, locked and kept away fearing for them if he ever happened to die. But last year, it had all changed, and her feelings, now front and centre, only revolved around one thing, to keep him alive.

Perhaps the Fates had listened to her at last. They had kept the boy in the prophecy alive, because she had begged so hard for him to not be taken away from her.

So in the blink of a moment, Annabeth thought to herself that perhaps this was meant to last. Even the Fates couldn't be so cruel to take this away from her. She was meant to love this boy and love him, she would.

Years later, she might scorn herself for being so blind and giddy in love but this was Percy and Annabeth loved him, and yet, as she opened her mouth, words very different from the ones she wanted to say came out.

"I can't lose you," she whispered instead, her hands coming up to rest against his cheek.

With bated breath she waited, hoping Percy would understand the truth between her words, and the emotion behind them.

"You won't," he said, at last, and in answer, capturing her lips in his, and pulling him towards her, even closer, as his arms interlocked around her waist. With Annabeth completely sitting on his lap, they fell back onto his bed, both of them lost to the world.

It seemed as if their kiss lasted for hours, but it was mere minutes before she heard the familiar screech of the Harpies outside the cabin.

Percy and Annabeth sprung apart, Annabeth scrambling up and above the bed, as she looked outside anxiously.

"I have to go," she whispered hurriedly, as Percy grumbled, her hand still trapped in his.

"Don't", he complained, as he pulled her towards him again. "Stay, please." He looked up towards her, his eyes wide and pleading and Annabeth laughed.

"I'll come back tomorrow. I promise, Seaweed Brain," she said, and she bent down to kiss him again.

Before he could deepen the kiss, Annabeth pushed him away, Percy falling back on his bed in mock annoyance, as she jumped out of his window, swiftly running down the path towards the Athena Cabin. She'd have a strict telling off, she knew that, but it would be worth it.

Percy loved her.

She smiled as she reached the familiar stone door, glaring at the owl above the door as it begrudgingly ushered her in.

It would be forever.

Annabeth tiptoed through the dormitory, making her way towards her room, locking her door swiftly behind her, and resting her back against the door, Percy's words in her head, and his voice.

She'd tell him tomorrow, how much she loved him. How long she had waited. She'd tell him she had loved him first.

Outside, the waves crashed relentlessly against the rocks, but Annabeth didn't mind.

…

Mama put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That cold black cloud is comin' down Feels like I'm Knockin' on Heaven's Door

...

The next day, when she woke up from a sleep that was much better than anything she had nowadays, Marcus looked at her judgingly, knowing very well what she'd been up to, but Annabeth could care less. All she wanted to do was find Percy.

Instead, that morning, Chiron issued a hurricane alert, and Annabeth was strictly ordered into her room by Marcus lest she try to sneak away again. She looked outside her window, worried.

Hurricanes were under Poseidon's domain, and a hurricane in Camp Half Blood was never a good idea.

She sat on her bed, her head resting against a pillow, as her eyes lazily floated over one of Daedulus' designs, slightly tweaked by her to make it better.

The next thing she knew, Marcus was waking her up, because Chiron was looking for her urgently.

Annabeth bounded out of the room, as she made her way out of Athena's cabin.

The skies were an abnormal grey, and even from such a distance, she could hear the sounds of thunder rolling over the sea.

The last time Chiron had called for her, Percy had disappeared with the Princess Andromeda.

"Chiron, what's wrong?" Annabeth yelled urgently, as she reached the Big House, her heart pounding in her chest, acutely noticing the lack of a certain son of Poseidon.

"It's Percy," Chiron replied, shaking his head, but Annabeth was gone, sprinting towards the Poseidon Cabin.

But there was no Percy, and no note. There was no wind in Cabin Three, and nor was there the musky blue scent she had always associated it with.

"Percy! Percy!" Annabeth yelled, knowing deep down it was no use.

She snatched a drachma from the bottom of the water fountain, throwing it into the rainbow in the corner of the cabin.

"Oh Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, accept my offering," Annabeth cried, her voice shaking, her heart beating painfully in her chest. "Show me Percy."

But there was no Percy, and as the rainbow faded away, she yelled angrily, eyes burning against the tears that were threatening to flow.

Everything was perfect last night.

What the hell had happened?

And Annabeth, Annabeth hadn't even….she hadn't even told him she loved him back.

But there was no Percy, and there was no note.

The Fates had yet again taken him away from her.

...

[cryptic-loser]

Hey there Descendants peopleee-

Creator of Neptune [as shown on @leftbehindtorot - my boyfriend's blog!!], here!!

This'll be my first time actually interacting with y'all, as a fandom- Yayyyy?-

Anyways, nothing too interesting from me, unfortunately, just an OC playlist!!!!

HAVE THE BOY

Happy listening!!!

I'll probably post some more art of him eventually~ >:]

[sanguine-sanctus]

King Neptune

I loves the Disney Silly Symphony so i thought I would honor it some way!

Ko-fi

[cringefailbooknerd]

I’ve now completed my HoO reread and I’m on to ToA 🫡

[ibelieveinvillainsupremacy]

I had an idea for quite a while...

So, I was incredibly inspired by @seaslugfanclub Disney Villains/ y/n park assistant concept, so I thought something.

What if there was another company (generic name supposedly) that to go against this incredible idea of the Disney Parks to make the Villains turn into actual people decided to do the same thing with non- Disney Villains as well?

And this other y/n had to take care of them, because they are also very chaotic without a lead of some kind?

The Villains i had in mind for this headcanon series are: Rasputin from Anastasia, Eris from Sinbad the Legend of the Seven Seas, Rothbart from Swan Princess, Thrax from Osmosis Jones, Pitch Black from Rise of the Guardians, Mok Swagger from Rock and Rule, maybe the Kung Fu Panda Villains (Tai Lung, Lord Shen and Kai), also the Shrek villains? I'm still undecided tho

They could also interact with the Disney Villains as well, and make up cool scenarios too!

Let me know what you think <3

[lunarnovaking]

Greek Mythology: Poseidon

Disney Hercules (1997)

Blood of Zeus

Record of Ragnarok

Gods school

Saint Seiya

mythic warriors