#fuck zues honestly

[theaceofarrows]

I love watching the pjo show with my sister, because both of us have read the books and we're having the time of our lives yelling at the screen. Here are some of my favorite things we've yelled so far

My sister, "It's the Grover cheese scene!"

Both of us "BLACKJACK!"

My sister about Nancy"Have you considered that she's a bitch?"

Me about Chiron "Gaslight, gatekeep, NOT girlboss"

Both of us when Gabe showed up on screen "That fucker" "Asshole"

Me "The Blue candy!"

Sally "I believe my kid" my sister "what a great mom"

Me "di Angelo's delly! My boy!!"

Both of us "poor Grover" "honestly"

Me, when Percy asks about the minotaur wearing underpants "it's a fair question"

My sister about Sally in the car chase "she's got this. She's a New Yorker"

My sister "oh, look it's Thalia"

Me "Annabeth said the thing"

Me, when Dionysus shows up "PETER JOHNSON!" Mr. D "Peter Johnson" "YES!"

My sister when Chiron first shows up as a centaur "give the kid some warning before you just walk up like that"

Me about the Hermes cabin "the crime cabin. The fun cabin"

My sister "unrealistic how none of the Hermes kids stole Percy's stuff"

Us almost everything time Luke says something we know has double meaning "you know, like a liar"

My sister when Percy makes the toilets explode "gee, I wonder who your dad is? Hmm?"

My sister every time someone asks Percy why he doesn't know something "because you don't tell him anything. You are not fucking telling him anything!"

My sister when Percy gets claimed "Why does that trident look more like a dinner fork?" Me "aren't all forks just small tridents" "Okay, true"

My sister about the Poseidon cabin "why is there just a giant water trough in the middle of the room? Why did you think that was a good idea?" "to put rubber ducks in" "okay, fair"

Us whenever Zues is mentioned "FUCK ZUES!"

My sister when Hades is acusesed of stealing the master bolt "would you leave him out of this?! The man just wants to stay with his dog and wife"

My sister when Luke says the shoes are a gift from my dad "that's why they're old hand-me-downs" "so true"

[your-mom-friend]

Okay I just reblogged a LOT of Chalice of The Gods stuff and y’all are right it’s really really adorable but something I wanted to see people talking about but didn’t so I’ll have to be the bearer of bad/good? news is that

Along with all the more childish (and well deserved honestly) moments we get with the trio, we also get parts that make my skin crawl.

Specifically Zeus.

And his treatment of Ganymede.

Y’all know what I’m talking about.

We been knew his ass was creepy as hell but it’s so…prevalent in COTG. From Ganymede freaking out about the alleged presence of an eagle and saying he has unresolved trauma about them because Zues simply thought he was too pretty and turned into an eagle to kidnap him, to towards the end where Zues comments “oh how I love watching him walk away” and even Hera has to tell him to dial it down, and even Percy at one point sympathises with him, forced to be forever young, forever gorgeous, forever an object of Zeus’s attentions.

Rick is covering topics like this now in his books too, which I can appreciate, and the fucked up-ness really sticks out to me because reading it makes my skin crawl.

[wyrm-in-a-closet]

Science fact of the day- Jupiter!

Jupiter is the big guy of the planets. it's mass is 2.5 that of every other planet combined (which is extra impressive considering saturn makes up well over 2/3rds of that other mass). Jupiter is probably the oldest, too, which is likely why it was able to get so large. Because of this, Jupiter has long been the primary force influencing the other planets, and scientists are very interested in the history of Jupiter and its location in the solar system because of its effects. one theory states that Jupiter formed further out from the sun than its current position, then drifted all the way in to where the asteroid belt is today, and in doing so disrupted the orbits of super-earth planets, which collided and were destroyed, leaving behind rubble which would've become earth and the other rocky planets. This is just one of several theories on Jupiter's past, but I don't really have time to go into that all. nowadays, Jupiter mainly affects asteroids. for awhile, it was thought that jupiter protects Earth from asteroids by sheparding them around and flinging them outta the solar system, but in reality, it actually brings more asteroids down into earth-hitting range than there otherwise would be, so at the very least, it's neutral in the matter. don't blame jupiter for the dinosaurs going bye bye.

aside from how it affects the other planets, Jupiter itself is a very interesting planet. it's actually about as big as a planet of its size and age could be- if you continued adding mass, the planet would stay roughly the same size until about 40% more mass, at which point it would begin contracting due to gravity. Saturn shows this pretty well- it's almost the exact same size as Jupiter (about 8000 km less in radius, which is a lot but less than 10% it's total radius.) however, Jupiter wasn't always this size- its been shrinking for a long time, and letting off heat in the process. Jupiter lets off about 2x the heat it gets from the sun. when Jupiter was first formed, it was probably about twice it's current radius, meaning it would've been far, far less dense, and it would've been exceptionally hotter. it for sure would've been very bright in the night sky.

But even now, Jupiter is still the second brightest object at night, after only Venus (not counting the Moon and Sun). as such, it's had a fairly signifigant culture impact. The Romans and Greeks asigned it their most powerful gods who sat at the top of the Pantheon, although they actually didn't do it first- ancient Babylon assigned it one of their most powerful gods, and that probably influenced Zues and Jupiter's mythology and representation as the planet. In the East, Jupiter was the basis for the Chinese Zodiac- Jupiter has a roughly 12 year orbit, and so each year of the Chinese Zodiac is named after the constillation that Jupiter was opposite from at that time. It's actually possible that a chinese astronomer over 2000 years ago observed at least one of the Galilean moons, observing it as "a star which travelled alongside Jupiter," although this claim is still debated.

As telescopes were developed and we could observe Jupiter in detail, astronomers noted major cloud bands, and most notably, the Great Red Spot. The great read spot is a massive storm in Jupiter's atmosphere which is just. enourmous in scale. when you see a picture you're like, oh, that's not that big, but the width is wider than the fucking Earth and the whole storm is hundreds of kilometers deep and extends several kilometers above the other clouds. The Great Red Spot has been there since we started observing Jupiter, and is probably a permanant feature of Jupiter- or at least, it'll be there for a long, long time. frankly this thing kinda terrifies me and if there's one thing in the universe thats caused by an eldritch horror it's the Great Red Spot. i dont trust it. honestly this image only sorta does it justice. earth is so fucking small compared to jupiter.

[jellybeanium124]

thinking about what if ofmd characters were demigods. not exactly in a pjo way I'm more of a greek mytho nerd but like this isn't necessarily like, strict. izzy's the son of discord, obviously. I think ed would be the son of hermes. jack's daddy is absolutely dionysus. I know athena doesn't fuck but she creates zheng somehow. I'm honestly the least sure about stede but I want to say he's a child of apollo. lucius is zues's kid. pete has always claimed to be zeus's kid and lucius is like "ew cut it out you're not" once they get together. jim doesn't believe in the pagan gods. just point blank refuses. they had to miss jack turning water into wine otherwise jim would've immediately jumped to the conclusion that jack's the antichrist and started trying to murder him or exorcise the devil from him.

[shanastoryteller]

Your greek mythology fics are absolutely beautiful, I'm speechless. Your writing captures the like dark/horror-esque tone of old fairytales and then blends in something more modern? It's brilliant and incredible and I love it. If you have the time/inspiration, could you write another? Preferably with lesbians and/or Artemis but literally anything at all is totally cool I just want so many more of these

Artemis is born first. She’s a babe for only moments, springing into gangly-limbed childhood between one breath and the next.

Her mother is red faced and sobbing, prostrate on the ground and reaching for her. “He’s too big,” she sobs, “He won’t come out – I’ve failed! Hera has won and I have failed!”

There’s blood, too much blood, blood that she herself is still slick with. “No,” she says firmly, kneeling in between her mother’s legs, “We have not failed.”

It takes too long, too much blood and screaming, but hours later Leto sleeps, exhausted and pained but alive.

Her brother does not grow as she did, and she cleans him and swaddles him and hold him against her chest. There is too much intelligence for a freshly born-babe in his eyes. She pets the soft golden curls on top of his head.

She looks to Leto, bloody and torn and nearly forced to die with her son inside of her, and decides that her mother’s fate will never be her own.

The only man she’ll ever love is the one currently in her arms.

~

Apollo grows, faster than he should but slower than her until they match, until they are not-quite adults, beautiful adolescents in a godly package.

Her brother worries her; sometimes he reminds her too much of their father and she fears for him. She’s never afraid of him, her golden twin brother, but in that regard she thinks she may be alone. He’s too smart and not careful and feels as if every beautiful thing is his to possess.

The first time he forces himself on a mortal woman, she shoots a silver arrow through his shoulder. It bleeds, an arrow shot by her, more than it would if any other goddess had done it. “They are mine,” she declares, standing in front of the scared girl with her torn clothes, “You will not touch what is mine.”

Apollo says,“Very well, sister,” slick with blood, and she wants to go to him, to heal him and take care of him as she has their whole lives, but she stands her ground. In this she will not be moved.

He leaves, and when she turns to comfort the girl she’s already gone.

~

Her brother doesn’t touch any other unwilling women after that, although there are still plenty of willing women. And why shouldn’t there be? Apollo is gorgeous and strong, brave and just when he forgets to be selfish and petty.

There are men, however, whom are not always so willing. Nothing so harsh as that first time with that girl, nothing that dramatic – but enough that it pains her to see the callous way her brother treats them. Artemis stays silent on that. She is not the patron god of all of humanity, and she can’t hoard them all.

Her brother is a warrior and a poet and harnesses his chariot to the sun so that he may bring light to all the world. She loves him, but sometimes – sometimes she hates him. She is a huntress and a midwife, a bringer of life and a taker of it, and there is something terrible in her power. She thinks this is what Persephone must feel like, as the goddess of spring and queen of the underworld. It’s intoxicating. But it is a quiet sort of power, a harder one.

He is the sun and she is the moon, and there are times she fears that is all she is – a reflection of her younger brother’s brightness, cursed to be nothing more than a poor imitation.

~

She’s fully grown the first time it happens, older than many cities and twice as beautiful as her brother’s sunrises.

She’s sweat soaked and blood covered, but the mother and her sons sleep soundly and safely after the difficult birth. If she were to tell the other gods this they would not believe her, but being the goddess of childbirth is her hardest job by far.

“Come,” the sister of the mother says, a pretty young thing with large eyes and a wide mouth, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Artemis could clean herself up just fine, but allows the young woman to lead her to her room, to remove her blood stained clothes and run a warm cloth over limbs that are sticky with dried sweat. The woman goes to her knees before Artemis, running the cloth over her legs, and then the woman touches a place no one has ever touched.

Artemis jerks with surprise, looking down, her mouth agape. “My lady goddess,” the woman murmurs, parting her wide mouth and licking her lips, “I would thank you for aiding my sister, if you be willing.”

There’s a low curling heat in the pit of her stomach and something fluttering high in her chest. It’s something she hasn’t experienced before. “I am to remain a virgin,” she says, blank, because many men have looked at her like this woman and she was revolted by all of them. She’s not revolted now.

“Virginity is a man’s invention and a man’s concern, my lady,” the woman says dismissively, beginning to move her hands in way that makes Artemis flush all over, “There are no men here.”

That’s the last bit of talking they do until morning.

~

Artemis has many more eager women coming to her, offering to worship her. She accepts, again and again, and there’s never anything more than temporary sparks of desire, yet she enjoys all the women who seek her out, is delighted by them and seeks to delight them in return.

She is bathing in a lake one evening, golden hair having grown longer than she usually keeps it and brushing past her shoulders. She’ll have to cut it soon. She ducks beneath the serene, smooth lake, and when she pops her head up there’s the sound of rustling and footsteps, then clothing being shed.  

There’s a man dipping his toes into the lake, and Artemis rises, ready to kill him for his insolence.

Then she meets his scared eyes, and she’s done nothing to provoke his fear, not yet. Then she has to look again, eyes raking over his naked body, and this person certainly looks like a man. Yet –

“Who are you?” she demands, hands on her hips.

“Sipriotes, miss,” the person says, and bends to pick up the discarded clothes. “Apologies, I did not expect anyone to be here. I’ll go.”

“Why?” Artemis asks, taking a guess, “There’s plenty of water for two women to share.”

She knows she’s guessed right when Sipriotes’s mouth parts in surprise, and then widens in a pleased grin. “Thank you, lady,” she says, dropping her dress back at the lake’s edge and stepping into the water.

“Your hair is a mess,” she observes, looking at the tangled bun on top of Sipriotes’s head, “Let me help you with that.”

“It’s okay, miss,” she says politely.

Somehow this woman hasn’t figured out she’s a goddess yet. Artemis is in no rush to tell her – she’s scared enough of her as it is. “I insist,” she says, swimming over and twisting Sipriotes around so her back is to Artemis. The woman’s muscles are tense, and Artemis runs light fingers over the pale, criss crossed lashing scares. Artemis is smart, so she doesn’t ask the obvious, stupid question and undoes the woman’s bun. Her tangled long black hair tumbles down to her hips. “What a mess,” she says quietly, not explaining whether she talking about her hair or her back.

Sipriotes relaxes, tilting her head forward as Artemis gently untangles her hair until it lies smooth.

~

Artemis tries, but she can’t get the woman from the lake out of her head. She lives alone at the edge of the village, doesn’t bathe with the other women because they don’t welcome her. They don’t shun her, but they don’t wash her hair or her back and it makes Artemis’s blood boil.

She expects better from those she has claimed as her own.

The sun’s just setting when her brother appears at her side, watching her watch Sipriotes gather water from the well. “He’s not your usual type, is he?” he asks, leaning against her and tangling his fingers in hers.

“Yes,” Artemis says, “she is.”

~

For the first time in her life Artemis feels uncertain, but kicks at the door anyway.

It opens. The wariness on Sipriotes’s face is replaced by confusion. “Hi,” Artemis says, “Do you like bear?”

The creature is slung over her shoulders. She’d just killed it, and it occurs to her too late that a normal woman wouldn’t be able to casually hold a bear across her back. “I like you,” Sipriotes says, stepping aside to let her in, “you can bring the bear if you like.”

She offers Artemis warm wine and insists she sit as she skins the bear, sticking chunks of it on a spit and salting the rest of it. This time she keeps up a steady stream of conversation, eyes warm and smile soft, and Artemis wishes she could blame the wine for the heat on her cheeks.

“I like your shoulders,” Artemis says, watching her finish up preparing the bear meat.

Sipriotes pauses and turns to Artemis, eyebrow raised. Her dress is stained red with the bear’s blood and her silky black hair is braided to the side. Artemis wants to run her fingers through it. “You do?”

She stands, moves slowly in case this isn’t what Sipriotes wants, and presses her hands to her back the same way she had in the lake. “Yes, they’re broad. Strong. Like mine.”

Sipriotes turns, and Artemis trails her hands from her shoulders to her face, pressing her thumb against Sipriotes’s bottom lip. “The bear will burn,” she says, eyes dark.

“I’ll bring you another one,” Artemis says, walking her backward until they reach the bed, until Sipriotes’s knees hit the edge of it and she falls back, until Artemis can climb on top of her and straddle her waist.

Sipriotes holds up a hand, and Artemis captures it in her own and turns it so she can leave a butterfly kiss on each knuckle. “I know who you are, Artemis,” she whispers, “Are you – are you sure? No man can touch you.”

Artemis leans down, pressing more kisses across Sipriotes’s collar bone, and says, “There are no men here.”

That’s the last bit of talking they do until morning.

gods and monsters series, part v

[josnhoes]

I'm replaying Hades because I missed it; doing a whole new save file and now I got the brain rot again lol. So have some of that modern reader zagreus stuff. Not exactly imagines more scrambled thoughts.

-Obviously Zagreus is the main romance option with Thanatos and Dionysus as back ups but everyone has a crush on reader. Well everyone *but* Hades, and Persephone.

-Hades and Persephone slowly grow to view reader as family rather. Many jokes in private to Zagreus from his mother about making you their in-law. Hades is just slightly nicer to you not a lot but enough that the regulars in the house know the weird misplaced mortal has somehow managed to endear themselves to the lord of the dead. Funnily enough instead of wondering *how* you did it Zagreus just kinda goes, "Makes sense."

-Now despite Readers obvious distate for Zues he too gets a small crush, honestly it'd go away if reader acted interested in him but having the king of the gods Moon over you just makes it easier to get away with insulting him.

-Ares doesn't know how to approach reader. But he sees something inside you waiting to go feral and wants to see it be set free... little does he know if that happened your first mission would be castrizing his father or trying to anyway.

-Second would probably be an emotional blow up at some of the house of hades. As good as they have been being the in home therapist sometimes you have to bite your tongue when you want to call Hades an idiot for not just fucking talking with his son and wife.

-Reader isn't super interested in the Olympian gods, well some of them are cool and fun to be around but your dead and your soul is bound to the house so nothing could come of it...right? Either way read is happy trying to have their little crush/budding romance with Zagreus, Thanatos, Meg, and Dusa.

-Oh and watching Achilles train between shifts when he isn't visiting Patroclus. But can you really be blamed? Yes you can because Zagreus caught you oogling his good father figure once and simply told you no. If he had a spray bottle he'd use it but he settled for carrying you away from the spot.

-Which is really common for people to see Zagreus carrying reader around in various ways to various places. Zagreus isn't a cat guy (he likes them but he does have Cerberus) but he basically treats you like a harmless kitten to be picked up for cuddles whenever he so chooses. Which being starved for affection like he is and everyone else in your relationship being busy 99% of the time means very often.

[i800anime]

— seijoh four + yahaba and kyotani + demigod AU

pairing: iwaoi with slight matsuhana and implied kyouhaba 

description: oikawa meets the goddess of love, and can’t seem to figure out who she reminds him of.

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genre: alternate universe , au

wordcount: 2.0K

warnings: none

tags: aobajohsai au , seijoh four , haikyuu au

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: just a drabble of an AU me and my friends came up with. more content possibly coming soon if this does well!

— lowecase intended

. . . . . .

“i swear, do you have to be so DRAMATIC?” the group of five boys we’re currently walking up mount st. helens, and oikawa had just done something incredibly stupid.

“but it was annoying me,” the son of zeus waved his hand nonchalantly at iwaizumi.

“that doesn’t mean you SEND IT FLYING!” oikawa decided that since a nymph was nagging them about forest safety and he didn’t want to listen, he would use his powers to blast it to the other side of the mountain.

“i swear you guys bicker like an old couple..” matsukawa, their satyr friend; piped up from behind the two demigods. their other satyr friend, hanamaki walked beside him, trying to hide his laugh. he was doing this highly unsuccessfully. iwaizumi scrunched his nose up in disgust while oikawa cooed at the idea, throwing an arm around his best friend.

“imagine us iwa-chan, as an old married couple. though naturally, you’ll have wrinkles cause of all that frowning you do.” oikawa poked the boys forehead wrinkles and pulled away, marching ahead of the group. “now let’s go, people! we have a mirror to obtain.”

iwaizumi couldn’t help but roll his eyes, but nonetheless followed his unspoken “fearless” leader. although he may look untouchable to everyone else, iwaizumi always noticed the falter in his face when he was challenged with a hard choice, before plastering on a fake smile. he noticed that too. oikawa had only smiled genuinely three times in their life.

one, when he was awarded best setter in elementary school, before they got drug off to camp by matsukawa and hanamaki. two, when oikawa had gotten claimed. it was very ironic that the boy was the son of the most powerful god. and three, when iwaizumi had given him an alien plushie he’d bought at a store during a camp field trip.

iwaizumi couldn’t help but notice these things, as he’d grown up with the boy.

they we’re currently on a quest to retrieve aphrodite’s mirror that had been stolen by a group of cyclopes. a prophecy had been relayed by their oracle, and iwaizumi, oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki and yahaba were on their way;

“three half bloods shall go west,

their friendly satyrs put to the test,

a love shall be revealed

the storm and wise used as a shield.”

it was obvious who was meant to take it, as everyone at camp had known about the groups story.

oikawa and iwaizumi we’re on the volleyball team with hanamaki and matsukawa when yahaba and kyoutani joined. their satyr friends seemed stressed by this, but the boys couldn’t figure out why. until one day after practice a shrilling shriek was heard behind them.

“i knew i smelled demigod! you’re gonna be a great full course meal!” the group turned to see the form of an old lady shift and churn before it launched into the air. oikawa immediately dove behind the bleachers and yahaba passed out. kyoutani ran over to the boy to catch him, setting him down in between the seats of the bleachers.

“what IS that thing?” oikawa yelled, peeking between his fingers.

“shit.” matsukawa and hanamaki said in unsion. the pair began to pull off their joggers, causing oikawa to scream again, and iwaizumi to close his eyes. when he opened, his two friends were sporting furry legs on their bottom half, pulling out silvers swords from their pockets. they charged at the monster as it dove and dodged, getting a few hits in.

“what the hell..” iwaizumi muttered to himself, staring at the scene in front of him. he glanced at oikawa shaking behind the bleachers, then kyoutani vigorously waving a folder over yahaba’s face.

the ace looked around for any type of weapon, before feeling a sharp pain on his side. iwaizumi cried out as he gripped the wound, feeling dizzy as he pulled his hand away and saw red. the flying lady gasped with delight, training her black eyes at him.

he stumbled back, glancing behind him to see his two friends with newfound legs scurrying over to him.

“iwaizumi! are you-“

a crack in the atmosphere cut his friend off, as the hairs on the back of their necks began to stand.

“you HAG! how dare you hurt my iwa-chan!” the three boys turned to see oikawa glaring at the monster, static forming in his hands. iwaizumi could feel the anger radiating off of the boy, as he watched in awe.

she looked almost worried as he approached, static growing more powerful with his every move.

oikawa almost seemed to glow as light produced off of him, eyes powerful as a hundred suns.

“you’re gonna pay for that!” he moved his hands in a downward motion and a lightning bolt broke through the ceiling of the gymnasium, slamming the monster into the ground. it immediately disintegrated, just as oikawa began to wobble in place. the static started to dissipate, and iwaizumi found himself running over to the him, just like his friend had.

“oikawa?” he put a hand on his friends back, leading him to sit down next to kyoutani.

“what just happen-“ kyoutani cut the boy off with a growl.

“the fuck was all that!” he stood and got into matsukawa’s face. “you mind telling me what’s going on?”

“maddog calm down-“ hanamaki started.

“don’t fuckin call me that!”

“GUYS!” oikawa shouted, immediately regretting it as he grabbed his head. iwaizumi immediately placed a hand over his in their laps. “let them explain, maddog. sit down.”

kyoutani grumbled but took his place back next to a sleeping yahaba.

. . . .

iwaizumi smiled at the memory, proud of how far him and his friends had come. they went from fighting that fury to fighting minotaurs. though the journey to camp was hard at just 14, they’d made it. it was crazy to think three years had passed.

he was drawn back to reality when oikawa was slowing down, beckoning the group forward with his hand.

the four boys crouched behind him to see what he saw. there were three cyclopes surrounding an object that reflected right into iwaizuni’s eyes. aphrodite’s mirror.

he glanced at yahaba, who had seemed slightly distracted during their quest. kyoutani couldn’t come with them, as he’d sprained his ankle during capture the flag. the son of apollo was oddly upset about his absence. during their years at camp, the duo had grown fairly close. they went on all their quests together, and this was the first one where they were apart. they were an odd pair, a son of the sun god and the son of the war god, but they made it work.

oikawa crouch walked around the clearing, diving behind rocks to stay hidden. the rest of them spread out, trying to create a proper ambush. the monsters climbed down the mountain, settling on a peak a few down from the mirror.

they all grabbed their weapons, oikawa with a dagger, iwaizumi with a spear, hanamaki and matsukawa with swords, and yahaba with a bow and arrow.

“hey onion breath!” oikawa called, stepping out from behind his rock. “mind giving me that mirror back?”

iwaizumi inwardly cursed at the boy, his bold tactics always taking him by surprise. the three cyclopes turned around, taking in the human beneath them.

“oh look, a snack!” one of them cheered. he had specs of brown hair on his head and a wide blue eye.

oikawa shook his head. “no, not a snack. but now that i think about it, i’d probably taste delectable.” iwaizumi could hear hanamaki snicker at this, and he couldn’t help his smile.

they watched the boy as he tried to reason with the cyclopes, trying to hide his nervousness.

oikawa was a pro at hiding his emotions, being a son of zues and all. as he stood in front of the one eyed family, he tried his best to put on a calm face.

“are you sure you can’t? i mean honestly what good is it doing you? you guys aren’t specifically known for your looks.” as soon as he said it, he knew he’d said the wrong thing. the one on the left roared and swiped a hand out at him, causing him to have to roll away to dodge.

he landed and hopped back on his feet, smirking as yahaba shot an arrow directly into the one in the middle’s eye. iwaizumi ran out, sliding between the right cyclopes legs, and swiping at its calf with his dagger. the monster roared, trying to stomp on him, but matsukawa ran by and pulled him out the way, stabbing its pelvic bone.

oikawa turned to face his own cyclops as iwaizumi and matsukawa’s disappeared into dust. he sidestepped as it tried to slash him, but he was a second to slow as it got a scratch on his shoulder. oikawa winced, internally grateful it wasn’t his fighting shoulder.

the 6’1 boy continued his assault, jabbing and slicing. as they fought, they climbed the peaks, getting closer to the prize. oikawa could feel his power rising as the altitude increased.

‘just my area of expertise,’ he thought. ‘the sky.’

once he was able to manipulate the wind enough to get eye level with the one eyed figure in front of him, stabbing it in the chest. it became a pile of dust and oikawa had to wave away the particles as he coughed.

he realized he’d fought his way up the mountain, his friends nowhere to be found.

a young lady appeared in front of him, making her way over. oikawa was taken a back by her beauty; spiky black hair with olive green eyes and thick eyebrows that were raised on her forehead as she took in his appearance.

“with looks like that i’m surprised you aren’t my child.” the lady proclaimed with a frown. the expression looked vaguely familiar, but oikawa could not place it.

“aphrodite..?” he uttered cautiously, backing up to guard the mirror.

“yes son of zeus. no need to panic.” she hummed and the boy exhaled in relief. “i see you and your friends have defeated the cyclopes.”

oikawa fought the urge to roll his eyes at the goddess stating the obvious. he himself had initially thought he was a son of aphrodite upon arrival to camp. but after being around her kids for a few years, he couldn’t believe he’d even thought that.

“yes we have.” he responded, placing his dagger back in its strap on his thigh. “this is your mirror, yes?”

the goddess smiles and oikawa swears his heart stops. she gives him a knowing look and goes to collect her belongings, just as his friends race up the mountainside.

“oikawa!” iwaizumi calls, looking around frantically, until he spots him and the goddess. the four boys bow as they watch her take them all in.

“son of athena.” iwaizumi looks up and his eyes grow wide. he then changes to a look of confusion before deciding his spear was more entertaining to look at.

“thank you demigods, for retrieving my mirror. your work will not be forgotten.”

she gave a wave of her hand, and a gold chariot with beautiful white horses attached appeared in front of her.

“here is how you will get back to camp. i grant you safe travels.” a cloud of pink smoke engulfed her, giving off scents of roses, then cedar, before it and the goddess disappeared.

“i HATE the smell off whiskey.” yahaba exasperated, cleaning his arrows off on his shirt. oikawa raised an eyebrow, as that wasn’t what he’d smelled.

“whiskey? smelled like rain to me.” iwaizumi said, his spear forming back into a bracelet.

“hm..” oikawa started, sitting on a nearby rock. “she looked.. oddly familiar? i couldn’t place it.” he played with his dagger, scrunching his nose up at the monster blood splattered on it. the brown haired boy looked up at his friends for any type of explanation.

iwaizumi hummed at his declaration, then frowned. oikawa froze. suddenly, he knew why the goddess had looked so familiar.

he’d heard stories about how looking at the goddess would have you gazing upon the one you love most. her magic could transform her face to look different for everyone who saw it. but oikawa had never thought that would mean he’d see his best friend.

[greenflamedwriter]

Percy AU

Percy Jackson AU

Keith as Nico di angelo and Lance as Percy Jackson.

But Lance was never claimed so he assumed he was Hermes kid he meshed well with them.

But once Keith got claimed so did lance and then shiro their dads had some sort of rivalry.

They didn’t account for the three to fall in love with each other. After an intense mission to save medusa. For lance.

Personophene for Keith and Ganymede for Shiro.

1 Lance is really nice and open with people until he realises that both Keith and Shiro are Roman descendants and not greek so they clash a little, Keith insults greeks and Lance is offended.

2 dinner and theres a party and lance is in the middle of it trying to get the daughter of Athena (Allura) To dance with him and that’s when it happens. Shiro is claimed by zues and everyone applauds then Keith by Hades and hears other say (it was so obvious he was an emo) But then lance is claimed by poseidan and everyone just stops and stares. What?

3 Lance is mad, he was a hermes kid wasn’t he? He looked like them, he had the same jaw line and nose and they all got along so well...this had to be a mistake and why now? He blames the new kids and this is when the party Lance becomes grouchy.

4 They get a quest (to save the victims by the abuse if the main three gods. Medusa, Personophene, Ganeymede)

5. Lance remembers his mother, and he always heard the tale of Medusa and thought it was sad. So when they go to the statues, and realise it’s people Lance keeps talking about how sorry he was and how being how she looks was to protect herself, Lance wanted to sacrifice himself and asked to let Keith and Shiro go to save kids. Medusa realising no trick lets him go.

6. Personophene and Keith, Keith apologises since Personophene hates Hades he thought and she blinks “I’m a god, I don’t eat.

Period. I knew underworld food would keep me trapped I hadn’t eaten in months and all of a sudden I’m peckish? Pul-ease.” Keith blinked confused.

“And I don’t hate you, you didn’t ask to be born. And I know Hades returns to me in the end.” Personophene brushes his cheek “You have his eyes, maybe thats why I can’t bring myself to hate you.”

7. Ganeymede. The boy who was stolen, raped and made into Zues personell wine waiter then demoted to a fate taxi cab telepromter. Boy he hates Shiro because who can actually hurt Zues?

Camp halfblood, was Lance’s home since before he could remember. He was here when he was seven years old and in all that time ten years later, he’d never been claimed.

He like any other child who wasn’t claimed stayed in the Hermes Cabin. They’re cabin was huge and the many children and teens there were very sociable. Sure at times they were a bit..much. But their pranks were legendary.

Lance always figured he was a hermes kid, he looked like them. Racheal was practically his twin, with long curly hair and Veronica was like his big sister, Luis and Marco were always taking care of him.

The hermes kids were amazing but Lance?

He just existed, everyone in the camp had gone on a quest, they’d been choosen. And some kids died young. Most die on they’re missions and Lance was the oldest person here.

The looks he got...it made him feel guilty and yet he was terrified of a prohecy that would choose to kill him.

He felt like on of the unlucky kids whose wisdom teeth hadn’t grown in yet.

And he was terrified.

But living his life in fear got boring after awhile and who had time to be afraid when an honest to god goddess lived in camp half blood whose name began with an A?

No not aphrodite, they weren’t that lucky.

Allura Altea- The most beautiful girl here also his age, but she has been on more quests and regained so any trophies. Lance could only gaze from afar and hope that one day he’ll have a quest and prove how much of a badass he was, maybe she’d give him the time of day.

Allura was at the pool, still in her white vest top and brown trousers sitting crosslegged and plaiting Romelles hair. They were best friends and girls always did stuff like that.

He sighed wistfully, maybe one day he’d sit over there playing with Allura’s hair and she’d kiss his cheek.

“Lance?”

“Fuck Zues!” Lance cried out almost punching himself in the face. Alfor the camp’s leader raised an eyebrow.

“Are you busy?”

Lance stood up hastily “No- No not at all.” He brushed grass of his legs, he would never admit his feelings for Allura with Alfor.

The guy was like her dad, well he was like everyones adoptive dad, along with Coran. So Lance would never tell him anything about that.

“What is it?” Alfor had his arms crossed and a knowing smile.

“Lance I would’ve asked but since you’ve been here longer, I hope you would do me a favour?”

Lance blinked “And what’s that?”

“Two kids from the roman camp got lost and found themselves here. They have no where to go and I thought someone like you would help them settle in, show them around.”

Was alfor...dumping these kids on him, why couldn’t he do it?

“I’m already introducing the first year campers, my hands are tied.” Lance raised an eyebrow then sighed “Fine.” It wasn’t like he wasn’t doing anything anyway.

Plus, being a tour guide to a bunch of snot nosed brats might not suck so much.

They were not brats.

Lance didn’t even think they were kids, he took a step out the cabin where they reside and made a show of looking around.

“Excuse me, have you seen any kids from a roman camp?” Because these guys had to be counselors, one was built like superman with beefy titties of doom, and a thin dorito shaped body and Lance had a good feeling he had a nice ass to go with the combo, he had a lock of white hair and beautiful almond eyes with a scar along his face. The guy could stop a room and the other one wasn’t bad looking either.

He looked like the type of guy Lance would ask to step on him, he was scowling with a cute pout and raven coloured hair that curled around his face and- god that was a mullet, well everything else made up for it.

These two were sculptures carved by pygmalion himself.

“Eyes up here,” The big one spoke and oh god even his voice sounded delightful. It was obvious, some higher power made these two to tempt him and Lance honestly didn’t mind.

He grimaced “Sorry,” He slid inside placing a hand in his pockets “Well I’ll take it you guys are the roman kids- and not some new counselors?” Who happen to model in their spare time, he kept to himself.

“Yeah, the roman camp just wasn’t for us.” The big man spoke again. Lance shrugged “Ever since the whole Roman and Greek exposure everyone feels as if their camp isn’t the right fit.” Lance shrugged “Who knows- am I the son of Hermes or the son of Mercury?” At this the scowling one looked surprised.

“You know the roman equivalents?” Lance winked “Not just a pretty face.”

He looked flabergasted and Lance almost laughed at him, he heard the other chuckle.

“I’m Shiro, and this is Keith. We were not selected yet which is why they sent us here. In case the greek gods want to claim us.” Lance grimaced “You might not get claimed some kids here have lived here years and still hadn’t been claimed. The greek camp is just a glorified holding place for the newbies and the unclaimables.” Lance beamed.

“So want a tour?”

Both glanced at one another then shrugged “Sure.”

Lance gaped at the white lighting bolt floating above Shiro’s head and then a purple scythe above Keiths. The other campers gasped as they drew away from the two except Lance as he beamed.

“Dude that’s amazing!” He clapped Keith on the shoulder “Claimed on day one, I’m jealous.” Then everyone was staring at him.

Keith looked up “I thought you said you were a kid of hermes?” Lance frowned “I am?” He glanced up and froze.

Above his head was a blue trident.

Poseidon's trident.

His eyes fell to the Hermes cabin and felt his heart shatter. They weren’t his family- they weren’t his brothers and sisters.

Alfor came and the rest was a blur, Lance was mostly in shock. It wasn’t until after when Alfor told him he’d have to move his stuff to his new cabin that he realised how severe it was.

His empty cabin, not much children of the big three stayed in the greek camp all of them were moving to rome. It was the only place that was big enough where they could live past eighteen. Allura the daughter of Athena mentioned moving there once, Lance never thought he could, he had his family here- or he thought he did.

His eyes slid over to Keith and Shiro, both looking excited and relieved that they were claimed.

Lance scowled he was never claimed before. Not once, then they show up and suddenly he is?

It was their fault.

Their new quarters are empty, there has never been children to the great three gods in a while, he’d been told. Shiro lay upon his bed glancing up at Zues. He looked ready to smite Shiro where he lay.

Where was the happy Zues from Disney? Shiro sat up, unable to sleep. Waking up somewhere different has always been scary and knowing Keith isn’t there? It’ll kill him.

He stood up from his bed and moved towards the back door opening it up with a slide onto the patio and took a step onto the wooden decking.

“Oh.” He flinched looking up then relaxed to find Keith there, looking awkward.

“Keith,” He asked relieved and the other relaxed too “Want to go for a swim?” Shiro glanced at the lake then smirked.

Lance couldn’t sleep.

He was in a new bed, with new sheets and a much larger, emptier room.

He rolled over and sighed, and that was loud. The silence was killing him, he sat up scowling into the darkness. He wasn’t sleeping no matter what.

Lance slowly makes his way towards the lake, he’s done this thousands of times and when he couldn’t sleep it usually helped in the past.

He heard a sound of splashing then laughter his head shot up and froze to see both Shiro and Keith in the lake.

Making out.

That...makes so much sense. But honestly Lance felt even more peeved.

“Oh come on! Really?” Both startled away to see Lance but he scowled shaking his head and tossing of his towel violently “No it’s too late,” Lance began to take of his shirt “I’m already out here, keep your cooties to yourself.” He dived into the lake and started swimming making lots of noise. He loved the glare the two had then dived into the water and kept swimming.

It felt fitting, sharing a lake with the kids that started this.

Sure it wasn’t their fault but if they didn't come to the camp Lance wouldn’t be choosen by poseidon in the first place.

He couldn’t see beyond the moonlight but he felt calm, he hated poseidon for doing this but it answered questions, made him lighter why he liked the water why sometimes the hermes kids were a bit...much.

And Lance just floated in the water and shut his eyes. There was a prophecy long ago about the greek children of the big three would cause the apocolpse. It ended and it turned out they didn’t do the apocalypse just the trigger for it, it was all dumb, but the fear remained. Roman kids were the exception...until now.

Lance opened his eyes still fuming, it happened four hours ago- he had a family, his friends in the Hermes Cabin now they looked at him weirdly he even had a chance with Allura (He didn’t) But now she couldn’t stand the sight of him.

It took him a few moments to remember that he wasn’t holding his breath, Lance brow furrowed huh?

He took a long inhale and he was breathing, like he was breathing air. This was- he was close to panicking now, had he ever tried this before? Well no what idiot breathed in water besides drinking it, of course he hadn’t tried this before. Until suddenly something grabbed his arm and he thrashed and felt something pull him up, the surface broke as he gulped in large bursts of air that burned his throat he was still being pulled he blinked water out of his eyes to see-shiro?

Shiro picked him up and practically tossed him on the back gasping, Lance gasped hand on his chest.

“Dude what the hell?” he asked outraged, what was Shiro’s deal?

Shiro glared at him then a voice spoke behind him “We thought you were drowning, idiot!” Lance turned and gasped to see not only Keith in a towel dripping wet and looking pissed, there was also

Alfor the Camp leader and Coran were standing just behind him.

Lance felt his throat close up “Uh h-how long was I…?”

Shiro looked up through his bangs grey eyes brewing up a storm that could rival Zues’s thunder “Almost twenty minutes.” Lance eyes bulged.

“I...I wasn’t drowning, I was always able to hold my breath under water.” Lance couldn’t say he wasn’t holding his breath period but admitting something like that would only solidify he was the son of Poseidon.

But shiro rolled his eyes “Son of posedion, typical.”

Alfor cleared his throat “What I have to ask boys, is what were you doing out in the lake past curfew.”

Now Lance almost stopped breathing. His first time in trouble, he glared at Shiro and Keith.

This was all of their fault.

Lance hides behind a pillar panting with a cut down his cheek. Oh god he was going to die!

“Hey!”

Lance turned to see Shiro lunge forward eyes closed “If you want a fight come and get me!”

Lance gaped what?

They were in the car silent, “Um, a-about medusa? I pretty much handled it.”

Keith snorted from the back even Shiro’s grip tightened on the wheel “Walking out into the open to face Medusa knowing full well what she was going to do to you?”

Lance felt himself flush “We had to save them shiro- she was my responsibility- you didn’t have to jump in there to help me,”

“She was going to kill you!” Shiro snapped almost swerving on the road, Lance and Keith gaped as Shiro continued his tangent “Like hell I was going to sit there and let her.”

“I’m trying to say ‘thank you’ you ass!”

The car became silent and Lance shuffled in his seat glancing away “You didn’t have to help me but you did, so, thanks by the way…”

He crissed his arms and Shiro was surprised even with Keiths bewildered look in the background “Your welcome.” Shiro said softly as they aimlessly continued west

“Cone on Keith wheres your sense of humour!”

“Lance, no.”

Lance grabbed his arm and dragged him backwards towards the carnival with Shiro following behind. Lance pulled Keith onto every ride forced him to eat cotton candy but what stopped Keith from snapping at the kid.

Was when Lance played a shooting range gane and gave Keith a hippo.

“Only the best for the prettiest boy.”

Lance grabbed his hand and pulled Keith fir more open stalls with merchendise.

Keithseyes were shinning theough the whole trip and Shiro was able to watch it all.

Carnival leads to persophene

After Aphrodite crisis to pair the three up.

Lance jumps at the teenage girl sitting at the pool beside him, “So why don’t you try them, I know you like them.” Lance flushed “What?”

“It’s obvious, except not obvious enough for those two. Love does make a person go blind.” Lance shook his head “What no? Come between Keith and Shiro?”

She looked amused as he babbled “I can’t do that to them, they’ve been through so much.” Lance looked over to the two his eyes softening “Shiro has been hurt so many times, gladiator fights? It was compeltely barbaric and his hair is white- and Keith he’s a demon with a sword and can raise skeletons from the dead! Both are so strong but only vunerable around each other...they’re perfect for each other. When I think of Soulmates I think of them two...I hope I can find someone like them one day.”

“Like them? Why not just court them, I doubt the two would mind.”

“Making them pick each other or me? That’s stepping down.” Lance said unknowing why this stranger tried to sabotage Keith and Shiro, was she a siren? If so it wasn’t working.

She shook her head “No, it is possible to be partners with three people. I should know, Hephaestus is very accepting of who I am and who I bed with.”

“Heph- wait.” Lance’s eyes widened in shock as he looks at the golden teen properly.

She was big, round belly and thick legs and arms with golden healthy hair curling at her shoulders her face plump lips tilted into a smile as sea green eyes seemed to swirl, unnatural. God like.

She looked exactly like the painting, Venus stepping out of her sea shell.

She stroked his face “We share waters, both are lovers of the sea.” She kissed his cheek “If Gods could adopt demi-children, all of Poseidon's folk would be mine. Artemis can do it, why can’t I?”

Lance gaped “I can’t turn my back on poseidon he’ll drown me.” She smiled “What’s wrong with co-parenting? Do him proud by defending his name and waters and do me proud,” She nudged his shoulder and glancing at Keith and Shiro “By falling in love.” Lance’s eyes widened “I give my blessing, and I wouldn’t do this for a lost cause I stoke the fires for love. Never extinguishing them.” Lance blinked and she was gone.

The beautiful teenager, Aphrodite.”

Ganeymede they use their powers keith summons dinasaurs lance dives underwater to save shiro (ganeymede drowns shiro as zues cant save him)

Ganeymede “Zues is gay!?”

Both Ganeymede Keith and shiro raised an eyebrow “Ih yeah, who wasn’t gay with the greek gods.” Lance felt as if his whole life was a lie.

“I feel like I should know this as a fellow gay,”

Keith oatted his head “Your a newbie gay it’ll take a while to figure out.”

[thebrutalballadoffangusklot]

HEY HEY HEY FANG THE KLOT super duper excited to see you getting into Hades! What're your favorite Gods, both for their Boons and their personality? What about weapons? Have you unlocked any secret aspects yet?

Yeaits  super fun! looooooots of replaability and i love SGG as it is.

Boons I’d say Aphrodite And Dionysus cause they both have great boon selection. IT honestly goes like, Aph, Dio, Artemis Demeter, Ares Hermes, Zues, Pos. Boons wise

Personality, i love dioysus and Artemis  so much. All the gods are great honestly. I love how Art is trying to be a cool aunt to you but she’s kinda fucking it up but she is trying so hard to be cool for you.

The fists usually. That or Arthur’s blade.  And as for unlocking only Arthur and Guan Yu. Im working on Beowulf as we speak by working with the Pact OF Punishment!

[roskii]

Like okay Greek mythology is just so..batshit crazy it really speaks to the times of what people thought than.

Okay so zues..His dad ate him. He rapes women and cheats on his wife/sister (his sister. Yeah uh..ew) zues bro Hades rapes and married his daughter Persephone (in some stories she's also the mother of Dionysus..that means she slept with her dad which is just disgusting. Or it's his other sister demeter. Point is Dionysus has alot of moms cause mythology can't decide)

Cronus also married his sister..which probably explains why the rest of them are kinda fucked up. Also this guy attempted to eat his own children so that's also doesn't help.

Than Hera just goes around causing shit for the offsprings of zues, like girl..if you are mad why don't you attack zues Instead? Or get Cronus to eat him. There is away for revenge that isn't killing Hercules (I know that's his Roman name)

Point is it's so batshit crazy and full of rape, incest..and parents eating children (puts a whole new spin on 'parents eat their young") I don't really see why people enjoy it, tho I guess it's moreso the aesthetic People enjoy in Greek mythology rather than the...gross shit in the stories I would hope dnndjd. Tho Medusa is cool. She deserves better to be real. Also she..gave birth to a flying horse?! Dude. Wtf is Greek mythology??

Honestly I can't it's just too wtf for me.

[duckversestories]

Director’s commentary for your adopted mer au?

Honestly the discord built this up and I just spew out my ideas on there.

Anyways the adopted mer au is one of my favorite ones I made. I have been wanting to rewrite the beginning but I'll get to that another day. It was one of my first au's.

I wanted to have diversity in it so alot of Poseidon's kids are in the LGBTQ+ community.

This au also helped me to discover who I was as a person because I had to research in order to identify the characters.

Also Zues is a good uncle in this au fuck cannon Zues!

Scrooge is also very sad someone help him.

[soleminisanction]

Your answer earlier got me thinking about how not with just Steph it's weirdly common for fans to outright ignore canon characterization? I can't even count the amount of times Ive seen Tim painted as the pushy overconfident one, who blackmailed batman into making him robin(preaching to the choir here but he just wanted there to be a robin, he had to be talked into doing it himself, he just wanted to help!) 1/2

Same thing with Cassie, I constantly see people describing her as this take no shit bad ass done with everyone's bullshit from day one, i've even seen people say she threatened zues into giving her powers(she stumbled like an excitable dork? not even in her own retelling does she threaten or demand anything?) and it just makes me so confused. I get ignoring large parts of canon cause canon often suck but at a certain point if you ignore core characteristics do you even like a character?

I waited until I was home to answer this because it’s...well, complicated. 

See, I think more common than fans ignoring canon characterization is fans honestly not knowing any better. Canon is huge and, even in the age of digital media where you no longer have to go hunting for old back-issues, there’s a big barrier to entry in terms of time and monetary investment, especially if you’re trying to untangle the massive web of a popular character. And that’s not even accounting for differences in personal perception.

So I can’t say that I blame any fan for not adhering to a nuanced understanding of canon. If their gateway series was Brian Q’s Batgirl run, then of course they’re going to think Steph is an insecure whoobie and Tim is a knucklehead creep. They’re wrong, but they’re not to blame. Brian is. 

(And frankly, he should fucking know better. Professionals working with the characters should be held to higher standards.) 

It gets even more complicated when you consider cultural perceptions. Like with Tim: A Lonely Place of Dying isn’t sold independently anymore and isn’t even a part of the Robin omnibuses; your only options to find and read it involve online research, out-of-print trades, or certain modern editions of A Death in the Family. So when someone hears the elevator-pitch that Tim is, “A detective prodigy who figured out Batman’s identity and approached him after Jason’s death,” they have no opportunity to grasp the nuance of that story and know that he’s not the typical arrogant smart guy. 

t doesn’t help that Tim -- despite being a modern character -- has THE classic superhero motivation of wanting to do the right thing, for the sake of doing the right thing, because somebody has to. That’s fallen out of favor in recent decades, to the point that people think we need “a good reason” why superheroes shouldn’t kill. So if you’re used to a Robin like say, Damian, for whom the role is primarily about him and what he needs and gets out of it, of course you’re going to assume that Tim is the same way without knowing better. Ditto for Batgirl if you’re invested more in Steph than Cass.  

And then there’s Cassie, who gets wrapped up in the exact same Strong Independent Woman Who Ain’t Like Them OTHER GIRLS bullshit as every other female character because we’ve finally gotten culture at large to accept that women can be awesome but we’re still working on getting people to think of them as complex individual humans.

So yeah. That’s my textual vomit for you. It’s a Thing, but like most Things, it’s a culture Thing, not a personal one. 

[silvereyedempath]

The Story So Far

The world is a decidedly more dangerous place than even most humans believe. It is filled with powerful beings that want to destroy and concur. To be worshipped and to be feared. Some of these beings even hunt humans for sport. I should know, I was one of them. I am one of them. A Godling among mortals. But I should probably back up and introduce myself. That is if anyone is still interested in what I have to stay.

My name is Alician Kova, Most people call me Ali and I am immortal. Actually, I am more then that.I am the Goddess of Emotions. An Empath with a unique and manipulative gift. I can literally fuck with your emotions if it pleases me. Fortunately for you all as a collective human race I’m not like the others, I have a respect for the mortal realm that many of the other Gods and Goddesses don’t. Well I used to anyway. Back before everything happened.

I still don’t know why I was hidden as a child. The Muses in all their glory have yet to explain that to me, and don’t get me started on Zues. He’s a whole different issue. Anyway, I was born human. But even as a child I was different. My eyes never stayed their natural grey, they were constantly flashing and changing and I could see aura’s. I didn’t realize back then that it was a way to gauge emotions and avoid some of the more.. Unsavory people. Then again as a child I wasn’t exactly well brought up.

My family was your typical american family. Well sorta, dad was a pastor, my mother stayed at home to keep the house and raise the children. I was the youngest and the only female. I was also a freak. Even from little onward I had dreams and could react to people around me without speaking. My father made it his mission to beat the devil out of me. I remember being locked in a room with chains and beaten regularly. I learned to never look anyone in the eye and how to cover up the marks from the beatings. Even as a child I knew to remain silent. The only time I cried out was when they whipped my skin.

When I was a child we moved quite a bit, settled in neighbourhoods that wouldn’t ask too many questions. A flock of sheep easily fooled by the preacher and his perfect family. I remember trying to escape and run away. Especially after my father declared me a witch and a demon and performed several exorcisms on me. Each one more severe then the next. I almost didn’t survive any of it. That’s when I met Bonnie. Her very soul called to me. Her aura wasn’t like the others around me.

In my curiosity even as a young girl I found she needed help. And so all those tricks I learned to use to cover up my markings I used on her. And we became friends of a sort, I also really liked her mother Roxii, When I was able to see the beautiful woman that was. Bonnie and I remained friends until my father found out and found stronger locks to use on my door. Bigger chains and more creative methods to deal with the ‘Demon’

Fast forward a few years and mothers death, she had been sick for awhile and losing her wasn’t as upsetting as it should be. She did me no favours treating me like I didn’t exist. I overheard the males in my family talking about another exorcism. I knew my body couldn’t handle anymore. I was weak from lack of nutrients and the beatings. So I took a chance and packed what little clothing I had and ran. Stealing what I needed and somehow convincing adults that I was older then I looked and getting jobs that I could leave at a moments notice.

This continued for several years. I’d sleep in graveyards and sometimes in the bush. Civic centers were good for showers and I made enough money to eat regularly and buy secondhand clothing. And because I was so attuned to my families aura’s I kept a step ahead of all of them. And the other weird creatures that seemed to hunt me. I had no idea what they were but they seemed to appear at night and would seek me out. I’d been saved by some strangers a few times.

When I was 15 I made my way to New Orleans for the first time. The city called to me in ways I didn’t understand.Not back then anyway. I found a job as a waitress and settled in. Hoping I’d get more then a few weeks in the city. I got several months before I was forced to flee into the swamps. My family didn’t find me there, but I made friends with a Gator. Who I later learned name was Beth. I used my money to feed her and myself and she in turn protected me when she could.

Returning to the cemetery in New Orleans was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I didn’t have to deal with people. The Dead don’t have aura’s. But a curse because those weird vampire things kept finding me and trying to kill me. I also met Astrid. Who I found out was the Goddess of Justice. She was amazing and patient and after a time I moved into her home. My life changed irrovacably with that meeting.

Just after my 16th birthday I came into my own. By that I mean that as I was dying Astrid saved me. I didn’t know then that I was actually a godling. That my powers were outstripping my mortal body. Thats why Daimon’s hunted me. They wanted my power and my soul but they never got it. Anyway, I came into my powers as the Goddess of Emotions and while I was sceptical of mortals I still loved them and helped as I could. Although I took great pleasure in destroying every daimon I could. They never saw me coming and for that I was glad.

Learning to control my powers took time and energy. But it was a good time and energy. It wasn’t to say things were easy, far from it. Zeus found out that I existed and had a temper tantrum. Hurtful words were exchanged, and I faced the first big loss as a Goddess when Astrid went away. I honestly thought her dead. Her Aura disappeared completely for a time.

I leaned heavily on Artemis, we were close even then. I found the beautiful redheaded Goddess to be someone amazing. She taught me so much about my powers and about being a goddess. I don’t think she realizes just how much she actually taught me. Then, there was my other mistake.. I mean My now Ex-husband Blake. Rule of thumb, if avoidable don’t mix pantheons or lexicons. Marrying the Archangel was a lesson I will never forget. It was the start of the end of me as someone who actually cared. We parted after a time and although I was heartbroken, it was nothing to the soul shattering experience of losing my daughter.

Losing Aubree Rose was the final piece. Not just the how or where but the actual loss sent me spiraling. I had been almost eight months pregnant when the Daimons somehow breached the defences of the island. Granted the ex wasn’t around so the wards were weakening but still. They attacked and I won but it cost me my daughter. I went into labour and because of what had happened my sweetheart was stillborn.

I had always thought myself a fuck up. Always knew I was a curse. My human parents thought so. Zues definitely thought so and I thought that they must be right. After all I couldn’t protect the one thing that meant anything to me. My daughter was my world. My reason for breathing and existing. The very joy and peace that I gave freely to the world was because of her.  

I moved back to New Orleans, found a dingy apartment and hid away after burying my daughter in the graveyard I used to live in. From there I made it my life’s mission to eradicate the Daimons. Every night I was out hunting and if a Hunter got in my way I banished them. I respected Artemis enough not to actually harm her warriors. Only one I left alone was Talon. I like Talon. He was a good man. And I respected him.

And now, My sister in all but blood has returned. I thought her dead because I couldn’t sense her. Now I need to start dealing with everything. But first I have more creatures to destroy.