#hades!nightmare

[zu-is-here]

Minthe

[3/31] Happy belated anniversary ★

Greek Gods AU by @help-im-a-gay-fish

Dream & Nightmare by jokublog

[justachaoticgremlin]

Seven Apple Seeds Drabble

When Hades had first discovered Pais, the new godling who protected The Sacred Tree, he was shocked. Furious, even, that the gods would dare replace him. That is, until he realized he could use this to his advantage. And he did, telling the child stories of the world around, making him wonder what all there was to see. He knew from experience, it was a lonely job. A boring job. Of course Pais would be desperate for new things, new faces. For a while, Hades saw Pais as a tool. A means to an end. That is, until he thought about the fact that… technically, they would be considered brothers, by some standards. 

Hades did his best to ignore this. It didn’t matter how they were related, as long as he got what he wanted. As long as Hades got one of the golden apples, as long as his chains were broken, who cared what happened to the child? Though, Hades caught himself mentally referring to Pais as his little brother. That would not do. Yet, he could not seem to break the habit. This feeling only grew when he learned that the little god couldn’t read. It had been the one thing that had kept him sane when he was the guardian, his one solace, yet Pais was denied even that. This little godling was denied many things, he noticed. 

Hades’s first reaction was pity. He quickly reminded himself that his little brother replacement was but a tool to be used and manipulated, to achieve his goals and get what he wanted. Still, he found himself leaving the godling little gifts, and soon he was even considering teaching the child to read. He had… sympathy for the little one, as he knew just how empty and lonely and downright miserable it could be, sitting there all day. Of course, Pais got visitors much more often than he had, yet he could tell the young god was still lonely.

Hades wondered what would have happened if they’d grown up together. He wondered how it would have been if they’d been the guardians of The Tree at the same time. Would things have been better? Worse? Hades shook those thoughts from his mind. The past was the past, and this was now. His little brother was more rebellious than he’d been at that age. When he was Pais’s age, he was complacent. Content with his books and his endless amounts of time to read them. It seemed the other god’s attempts at keeping Pais from drifting had made him wish to wander even more. 

Over time, Hades developed a certain soft spot for his little brother. He understood Pais’s struggles, and he began to want to help the godling, not just for his own sake, but also for the child’s sake. His gifts, though ever enticing, were picked more for the young one. The curiosity they brought was just a bonus. He tried to keep himself from getting attached, but he had failed, miserably so. However, Pais seemed perhaps even more enticed by this. Not only was this mysterious figure telling him all sorts of stories, they were a friend. This was even more invaluable to the lonely guardian, who only had a few friends whose interactions didn’t feel forced. Hades’s newfound fondness for the child was… useful. The godling was more likely to listen to a friend. An ally. His brother. 

One cold, dark night, Pais was curled in the roots of The Tree. The wind was bitter, the sky a deep black. Rain fell, even here, in heaven, and the poor godling was soaked, with nothing but The Tree’s leaves to shelter him from the storm. He shivered, feeling forgotten by the other gods. The child wondered why no one had come, not even to keep him company through the bitter storm. Thunder raged and lightning flashed. Pais winced, the storm was big and bright and loud and he was small and cold and alone. He reminded himself that he was a god, that he should be fearless. He protected The Sacred Tree, he wasn’t afraid of a little storm! This confidence didn’t last long, though, and soon Pais was curled against the tree, shivering and shaking, from fear and cold. 

The little god tried to shield himself from the rain, tried to block out the sounds of thunder, but he couldn’t. Pais whimpered, wishing he wasn’t alone. Eventually, he managed to fall asleep, though his dreams were dark, filled with danger that he had to stop all on his own. He awoke with a start, soul pounding. It was all too much for the tired little god, and he began to sob, pulling himself into a little ball, going completely forgotten and unnoticed by the other gods. 

It was cold and he was soaked and everything was too loud and it was too dark but also too bright when the lightning flashed and he was so scared and why was he out here alone and- 

Tears flowed from the child’s eyes, though it was hard to tell with how the rain pelted him, relentless and unending. 

Hades was awoken that fateful night by some sort of instinct.

He had this feeling that something was wrong somehow. What, he didn’t know, but it felt important. Hades had a feeling he wasn’t going to be able to sleep if he didn’t solve it, a deep unease settling in his soul. The dark god felt restless, though he didn’t know why. It was incredibly frustrating, yet also worrying. What had happened that was so important? Something was very wrong, he was sure of it, but he couldn’t find the source of this awful feeling. Everything was normal in the underworld. His wraiths were fine. The only thing he could think of was Heaven. 

Had something happened? He didn’t care about most of the gods, but- 

It was Pais. It had to be. Something was wrong with his little brother. As he thought this, the feeling swelled, that instinctual feeling that something wasn’t right. What had happened? Using the shadows and the darkness caused by the storm, he looked upon his brother’s perch, curled against The Tree. He could tell, from here, the child was distressed and almost panicking. His brother was pretty much completely exposed to the storm, and the poor godling looked terrified, shaking and whimpering, eyes squeezed shut. Why had no one come to check on him? Why was Hades the only one to even notice? He knew he had to do something. This was for the dark god’s gain, of course. If Pais was exhausted in the morning, he’d be of no use, and that would be a waste.

It was rather obvious that the dark god was still in denial. 

Either way, Hades stopped watching for a moment. There was something in particular he needed to find. It took a bit of searching, but he found what he was looking for. He grabbed the faded purple and yellow cloth. It was an old blanket, soft with colors faded by time and use. It had been his once, one of very few comforts he had when he was the one curled against The Tree. What made this blanket especially important was what it could do. He had long forgotten which god had given it to him originally, but it could repel the rain. The fabric had gotten him through many a storm, and now it would belong to Pais. Hades hoped this would calm the child as well as the feeling of wrongness in his soul. 

The child in question was still shaking, still afraid, still soaked, still alone. Pais wished he wasn’t all by himself. Thunder boomed overhead, and the little godling sobbed again, flinching at the loud sound. Then, he spotted it. A new gift, a soft… something. He didn’t know what it was called. What he did know was that it looked warm. Shakily, the child stood, walking over to the object. He wrapped it around himself. As he did so, he noticed that it was protecting him from the rain. The blanket was the perfect size, big enough to cover him comfortably but not so big he would trip on it. He headed back to his spot by The Tree, sniffling softly as his tears subsided, grateful for the warmth and comfort the blanket provided.

Hades sighed in relief as Pais settled, falling asleep once more. The uncomfortable feeling in the dark god’s soul faded, and he found he was rather tired now that the restlessness had eased. He checked on his little brother one last time, resolving to eventually teach the little god how to read. He would get what he wanted in due time. For now, though, he could wait.

SAS belongs to @calcium-cat

[ponds-of-ink]

So um

@calcium-cat’s Hades!Nightmare is giving me such a rush right now.

I am officially beyond digging the design and am currently fighting being too flustered too type by the sheer coolness factor this guy has.

[loadingbones]

Hades Micolash ✨🫰🏻

[the-ratallion]

tinky in the hades art style!! this game has fully taken over my life recently so i wanted to combine it with the other thing currently consuming my brain (silly musicals) and huzzah

+ bonus without text

[aura-maybe]

you don’t understand. melinoë is the BRINGER OF NIGHTMARES. and she idolises SLEEP. aaaugh i hope we get good interactions when hypnos wakes up because like. nightmares cannot exist without sleep and mel’s fascination with hypnos is a big contributor to her will to fight. ough me when themes

[petr1kov]

one reason why i think hypnos will end up being more relevant to the story than we might initially assume in hades 2 is because melinoë is known as the goddess of both ghosts and nightmares. we see her connections with ghosts quite plainly already, with how they even implemented her helping to guide lost souls as a game feature, but we haven't seen much of the nightmare part of her yet, and i think it stands to reason that a goddess connected with dreams and illusions should be closely aligned with the god of sleep

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Kidnap my heart

Happy anniversary to the Greek gods, au!!! 3rd anniversary woah...I love this au so much! It's so nice to draw with the new designs.

Hope you are all having a good day. When this que posts, I'll be at work, lol.

Original Dream and Nightmare by jokublog

Greek gods au by me!

[terristre]

I know request says closed but I just wanted to tell you that we’ll finally be getting the Glorious Masquerade event this month. Any thought pookie? You excited?

I AM COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS til i can bully this man 💥🥊

[nymphsupremacy]

Zeus' nightmare (Part 1)

He was told not to stray too far because his father may find out that he's still alive.

[mango-peach-strawberry]

Nintendo may have forgotten about Kid Icarus, but I sure haven’t

(Redraw of Lucifer by Guillaume Geefs)

[ep2nd]

I'm gonna be real

I feel like Hypnos is an amazing dad, Hades Game, Percy Jackson, whatever

Also that the Oneroi are his sons just makes sense

In that sense...

IT MUST REALLY SUCK FOR THE HYPNOS CABIN WHEN SOMEONE DIES

LIKE, SURE, MOST GODS ARE RELATED, BUT HYPNOS CABINS UNCLE IS LITERALLY DEATH

Hypnos be like to his twin, Pwease don't kill my baby I know it's you job but I love em 🥺,

Like he has so many immortal children it's so hard for him to imagine his kids dieing, like he'd put them in a coma to save em or something

I feel like if they do die, or close to death, he may turn them into Oneroi, is that possible??, so he can always be with them

Man can go visit his kids in their DREAMS, Zeus got nothing on him, buddy would be visiting his kids probably to spite him, we all know that one myth

Last note, I feel like Phobetor, God of Nightmares and son of Hypnos, wouldn't give his siblings nightmares, and only them, gives everyone else nightmares too

Hypnos family is probably the only good functional loving family tell me I'm wrong

[blood-starved-beast]

Do you think cause she's the goddess of nightmares that anyone who falls asleep next to or in close proximity to Melinoe has nightmares? Basically something like this:

Only it's like, normal nightmares

[mollysunder]

Now that I know Narcissus is in Hades 2 I hope his story is about becoming his friend.

It must suck to have a whole myth dedicated to how you suck for just rejecting people. Imagine strangers from your village, or just not randos in general "confessing their love" to you left and right. All the time, probably every fucking week, I'd probably get a little mean about it too.

[diaryofasugarfiend]

It's all true and you can't change my mind.

[thatlesbiancrow]

ok WOW that was fun!

thanks @deadbaguette for inspiring me to do this run again!