#hades nix

[niagaragrape]

been playing hades a lot so i decided to sketch some girlies twirls hair

[fsiw]

She is so perfect, please adopt me nyx!!!

[solstravels]

for one of my class finals we had to make something while experimenting with letters, and so I made a little something inspired by the soundtrack of my favourite game

[pineapplesaresalty]

Hadesd them because i love them (credit for Mari is still my beloved @justneo )

Bonus cringe insert under the cut

[webstersdiary]

just saw hadestown. webgott orpheus and euridice au IN THE WORKS!!!!!

[mercuriobebop]

Zagreus' mamas and papa! I love Persephone so much...

[comfortless]

MASTERLIST

image credit: Paula Mela, Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl (1898)

all stories depict a female + afab reader.

may contain content such as: horror (light), violence & gore, sexually explicit themes, etc. please heed all content warnings before reading. MDNI.

SERIES:

𓇗 Only Other ; historical au. Gothic soldier! König x Roman! reader.

One -> Two -> Three

SHORT STORIES:

𓇗 In Our Angelhood ; 10k words.

𓇗 A Place For Us

Frankenstein’s creature! König x horologist! reader. 10.6k words.

𓇗 In the Arms of Flowers

priest! König x prostitute! reader. 11k words.

𓇗 All That You Don’t Want

witch! reader x apprentice! König. 7.7k words.

Roach Head

slight role reversal, necromancer! reader x lich! König. 6.7k words.

𓇗 This Time Around

soft! König + house sprite! reader. 8.5k words.

𓇗 Deep Water

nix! König. 4k words.

𓇗 Hades! König & Persephone! Reader ; 4k words.

𓇗 Pygmalion! König & Galatea! Reader ; 4k words.

𓇗 Bull Hybrid! König ; 11.5k

+ unlisted works can be found in my König x reader tag!

CONCEPTS:

◌༘͙ lighthouse keeper! König & harpy! reader

MISCELLANEOUS WORKS:

𓇗 Spin Cycle ; Roland “Swagger” Kaminski x mercenary! reader. 3k words.

[an-idyllic-novelist]

Buddha headcanons with Muichiro!fem!reader

warnings: spoilers, ooc, reader is aged up to early or late twenties.

In all honesty if Buddha did not have a love for sweets and cloud gazing, he would not have met his significant other: [First Name] [Last Name], the Mist Hashira.

Most of the gods were unaware that he even had a lover, and he planned to keep it that way. It was not because he doubted the Mist Hashira’s love and devotion towards him, rather he knew that the other deities would try something if he wasn’t around. Right now, they couldn’t afford to have too much attention on them.

By being in a relationship with a Demon Slayer who is sworn to never engage in a relationship with anyone belonging to the divine pantheons, Buddha had to tread carefully when he or both of them weren’t lounging underneath his bodhi tree. He might have Brunhilde’s blessing, but that would not stop Hades from trying to replace the Mist Hashira as soon as word got out that one of his rules had been broken.

After the Bifrost had been destroyed by the human named Nostradamus, the king of the underworld employed the Demon Slayer Corps to ensure the protection of Valhalla’s denizens. The organization had prided itself on being efficient and possessing powerful humans in their ranks who have gone toe-to-toe against Muzan Kibitsuji’s Twelve Kizuki, but presently they were running thin on available members due to a rise in demon sightings. That was part of the reason why [First Name] traveled frequently or stood guard in Helheim as soon she received a summons via her crow.

Buddha knew the job took a toll on her health, even if her face didn’t show it.

“Is it really a lot…to ask for more days like this?” [First Name] said one sunny afternoon, laying on flat on her back next to the honored one in the grassy field as she gazed up at the misshapen clouds shifting in the blue skies. “Being here on this little island, not worrying if your next assignment isn’t the one that’ll send you to Niflheim for good, or what you could have done but didn’t do?”

“It’s not, petal.” Buddha murmured, his calloused fingers weaving through [Hair Color] tresses before pressing a kiss on her forehead. “It’s not.”

Cuddles and meditation sessions are an absolute must once a mission is completed, no ifs, ands, or but’s. Mental health is important. Braiding each other’s hair won’t happen until much later on in the relationship, but it is definitely worth it.

This bond between two unlikely individuals took a long time to build, but the result is Valhalla’s chaotic power couple who adore each other and only show their vulnerable, softer side when alone. Like a pair of grumpy cats who don’t like anyone except for one person that gives them attention and treats when they want it.

Bonus Content:

Nothing warmed Buddha’s heart more than hearing his Mist Hashira talk shit to any god comes between them and a sweets shop. Especially when if she says ‘shaddup’ with that spaced off look on her face~.

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[cherrycola27]

false god

Series Warnings: Mythology!AU. Language, alcohol, drinking. Military inaccuracies. Mutual pining, unrequited love. Allusions to and eventual smut. Minors DNI. 18+. Individual chapter warnings will come as needed. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

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Chapter 2: You Should See Me In A Crown

The rest of your first week with the Dagger Squad is spent working on team building. You spend the week being professional with them, especially Rooster. In your time, you've learned it's better not to make friends. It saves you from getting hurt.

That doesn't mean they don't try, though. Every time they go out, they invite you with them. You turn them down each time, a new excuse fed to them that seems to satisfy them.

It's been a month since you've been working with the Daggers, and you've settled in nicely. This week, you've been working in the classroom with Maverick. It's a nice change of pace and gets you far away from Rooster.

He's been nothing but nice to you this month, and you aren't sure how someone who's faces so much loss in his life can be so kind. You've never seen him be anything but kind to his teammates. Sure, he and Jake shoot the breeze and tease each other relentlessly, but there's no animosity behind it.

When the squad is at the Hard Deck, it seems like he knows everyone. People are just drawn to him. He has a light that shines from with in, just like—

Stop, don't go there

When Friday comes around, you're scheduled for an early morning hop with Hangman and then an afternoon one with Rooster.

As much as you don't want to be, you're excited to fly with Bradley. It scares you, if you're being honest.

It would be so much easier for you to deny the feelings you have for Rooster if he acted like Jake did.

Unfortunately, he was just shy of perfect. You knew that Aphroditie had to be pulling some strings and laughing as she watched you try to resist.

Bradley was kind, smart, and had an infectious personality. He was a ray of sunshine. A golden boy who rivaled Apollo himself, and you—you were darkness, chaos, death. You were a monster. And he needed to be protected from you and the pain you would inevitably cause him.

He's too good for you

You shook the thoughts from your head as you geared up to fly.

You would be working against Bob, Phoenix, and Hangman. Your goal was to take them down, theirs was to take you down.

In theory, they should have been able to do it. Two against one seemed like pretty good odds. However, Jake still had a lot to learn about teamwork. From what you've been told and what you've read, he'd gotten better at it, but when it came down to it, he was still self-centered. Today was going to be a good opportunity to teach him a lesson.

You were cruising along under them when a wicked idea came to mind.

"Hey, Hangman, what do you say we make a little wager?" You purred into your headset. "Oh, you know I'm a betting man, Hades, what do you have in mind?" He asked you.

"You take me down, and I'll let you take my Rover for the weekend. I know you have a giant hard-on for it." You goad him.

"Ohhh, I like that idea. Now if by some chance I don't, what do you get out of this?" He shoots back. "You have to stop hitting on me, because it's never going to happen." You state.

You'd rather swim in the River Styx

"Deal." Jake answers quickly. "Perfect." You reply.

God, he was making this too easy

"Fights on!" You tell him and Phoenix before popping out from under them.

"Hades? In front of us? Really, you're making this too easy!" Jake snickers.

You smirk to yourself. You've got him right where you want him. You quickly change gears in your jet and take off, leaving both of the other planes in the dust.

Jake follows hot on your tale, leaving Phoenix and Bob behind. You can hear both of them swear at Jake. You quickly break right and circle back to them.

Phoenix tries to shake you, but it's no use. "Sorry, Nix and Bob." You tell them before tones ring out.

You can hear the radar warning that Jake is on your tail. He thinks he's got you, but boy is he wrong.

You swoop left and right again and again. Jake can't get a lock on you.

You quickly climb up towards the clear blue sky.

"Phoenix, I can't see her! How close am I?" He asked her. "Phoenix?!"

"I'm dead, dick head." She calls back to him.

You laugh to yourself. This is exactly what you planned. You invert your jet and double back over his head. The glare of the sun provides a cover for you as you level out and drop into the pocket behind him undetected.

Hangman is good. You'll give him that. But you weren't just the queen of the Underworld. You were the queen of the skies, too.

"Hades! Where the fuck are you?" Jake huffs out.

Jake struggles in the sun and levels out. You take the chance to pop back up behind him.

"Right here!" You shout as you pop up and light him up with tones. He lets out a string of curses before banking left and heading into land.

You don't see him, but Bradley is in the rec room listening in on the exercise. He beams with pride when he hears you take out Jake.

"See you in the afterlife, Bagman." Bob chuckles.

"Alright. That's enough for now. Let's bring it in." You say.

As soon as you get out of your jet, everyone starts to high five you for besting Jake. You all break for lunch, groups heading off in different directions to eat.

You grab your lunchbox from the fridge and a book from your locker before heading to the rec room which is thankfully empty right now.

You'd just sat down and cracked the cover of your book and kicked your feet up in a chair when you heard the door open and a set of heavy boots on the floor. You don't look up. You already know who it is.

Sigh

"Can I help you with something, Rooster?" You ask, eyes not leaving your page. "I was hoping I could have lunch with you?" He asks.

You sigh and look up from your book. He's standing there with his lunch box in hand, looking at you with those damn baby-cow eyes and a small smile. You can't help but give in.

Good Gods, why did he have to be so handsome?

You take your feet off the chair and nod that it's okay for him to sit. You bookmark your page and set it to the side. He smiles bigger before sitting down and looking at the cover of your book.

Maybe he won't talk to you

"A Good Girls Guide to Murder?" He asks you, looking at the cover with a quirked eyebrow.

"I love a good murder mystery. I like trying to figure out the ending before the author reveals it." You shrug before taking a bite of the wrap you packed.

"Why do you try to do that?" Bradley asks you as he pulls out what is supposed to be a sandwich, but looks more like a toddler's art project.

"I don't like surprises." You tell him honestly. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to come off harsh, but Rooster, what the fuck is that?" You ask as you point to his pitiful excuse for lunch.

He laughs and rakes a hand over his face. "'It was supposed to be a club sandwich, but I was in a rush this morning, and I may have accidentally set my gym bag on my lunch box during my drive here, and so now it's— I don't even know. If you think this looks bad, you should see pretzels."

You can't help but snort out a laugh at his misfortune. You watch him struggle to separate the layers of his sandwich from the plastic wrap. You give him a few minutes before taking pity on him and snatching it out of his hand and tossing it in the trash can.

"Hey! I was going to eat that!" He jokingly scolds you.

You roll your eyes at him before unzipping your lunch box. You were sure you'd regret this later, but you needed him properly fueled up for flying with you, that's why you were doing this.

Maybe a friendship wouldn't be so bad

"Here," you say as you extend the extra wrap you had packed towards him.

"Thank you, but I can't take your food." Bradley politely declines.

"You can, and you will. That's an order from your superior officer. Can't have you flying with me at anything less than you best." You firmly state.

"Yes, Ma'am, Commander." Bradley relents. There's an edge of something in his voice when he calls you by your rank. It's smoother than how he normally addresses you. If you didn't know any better, you'd say that there was a hint of desire in it.

No, don't go there. He's just messing with you

He leans forward and takes the wrap from your hands. His eyes linger on your for just a moment linger than necessary. You can feel a flush creeping up your cheeks. You quickly settle back in your chair and clear your throat.

"It's spicy." You blurt out. Rooster looks at you confused. "The wrap. It's spicy. It's buffalo chicken. Sorry, I should have told you that before." You shake your head.

"No worries. I love spicy things. The hotter, the better." You winks at you. He honest to gods winks at you.

Is he flirting with you right now?

You open your mouth for a witty comeback, but you can't think of one. You're too focused on watching him take a generous bite of the lunch you've offered him. You transfixed as he lets out an appreciative groan.

"'Holy shit, this is fantastic. You make this yourself?" Rooster asks you after he swallowed another bite.

"Yeah, I love cooking." You spit out. His happy little sounds he makes when he his eating has you flustered for the first time in a very long time.

You haven't felt like this since you were a young God, lying in a wildflower field, your head in Persephone's lap as she braided poppies in your hair and hummed under her breath. It makes your heart ache that he's so much like her.

For a fleeting moment, you wonder if she knows about Bradley. You wonder if she sits on her flower throne and looks down upon you to see what you're up to. You wonder if she misses you.

But then you think better of it. She has no reason to miss you. Not after—

She doesn't miss you

No one does

"Hades, you ready to go?" Bradley asks as he pulls you from your thoughts.

"What?" You ask him, not sure what he just said.

"Our hop is in forty-five minutes. We might want to suit up." Bradley tells you.

"Oh, yeah." I'll meet you in the hanger." You say before quickly gathering your things.

"Thanks again for lunch!" Bradley calls behind you as you bolt for the locker room. Thankfully, it's empty when you go in there. You shove your belongings away before dashing over to a sink and splashing some cold water on your face. It sizzles and turns to steam in an instant.

"Stop it!" You yell at your reflection in the mirror. "Stop letting a silly mortal throw you off." You say to yourself. "Feelings are for the weak. Love and desire will only hold you back or hurt you." You say before shaking your head. You splash some more cold water on your cheeks. As much as you want to give into the desire that is sparking, you know it's a bad idea. You gave in once, and look where that got you.

But you like the way he makes you feel

You like that he isn't afraid of you

You roll your shoulders back and compose yourself before heading out of the locker room. Your sleek black helmet with neon blue flames and letters bearing your call sign is tucked up under your arm.

Rooster is chatting with Maverick inside the open hanger when you meet up with them.

"You ready for this test run? You and Rooster will be working together to try and take me down." Maverick says.

"I've been told no one has been able to take you out, sir. I hope you're ready for that winning streak to come to an end." You tell Maverick with a serious look. He laughs at your enthusiasm.

Before the three of you head to your planes, you quickly blink three times to make their lifetime counters appear.

Maverick's is unchanged from the last time you saw him, but your heart drops when you look at Bradley's. The nearly fifty years he had this morning had now been replaced with a little over an hour. That meant something was going to happen during your hop.

No. You couldn't let that happen

"Wait!" You screech. Both men turn to look at you. "I haven't done my preflight check. Have you?" You ask them.

"'Lieutenant Myers, from mantanince gave them a once over for us during our lunch. We should be fine." Maverick assures you.

"Still, I think we should go over them again just to be safe." You try to persuade them as you watch Bradley's timer dwindle.

"Hades, Lieutenant Myers knows what he's doing." Rooster tries to convince you.

"I—I just have a gut feeling. Call me crazy. I'll make you a deal. We do a deep check on the aircrafts. If everything is fine, drinks are on me tonight at the Hard Deck. If something is off, we can prevent anything bad from happening." You say.

"Fine. I guess double checking couldn't hurt." Maverick reluctantly agrees.

The three of you spend the next half hour going over your jets. Well—you pretend to be. You're more focused on Rooster's time clock. It still hadn't gone back up. If it didn't before the flight, you'd have to be extra vigilant during the hop to make sure nothing happens to him.

You're checking some gears when you hear Bradley call out. "Oh shit. That's not fucking good."

You and Maverick both cone around to see what he's talking about. You don't really care what it is. You're more concerned with his clock. You turn the corner of your plane and see that his timer has gone back up. You breathe a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?" You ask him.

"The fuel line is loose. If I had taken this in the air, it probably would have detached, and I would have been screwed. Mav, you need to talk to Lieutenant Myers and make sure he knows what he's doing." Bradley says as he stands there with his hands on his hips.

"Well, Rooster, you're definitely grounded for the rest of the day. It looks like we will have to reschedule the software test because it's a three pilot job." Maverick sighed.

"Damn, I was really looking forward to Hades and I kicking your ass old man." Rooster laughs.

"Well, we still have the range for the rest of the afternoon. Are you two up for something fun?" Maverick says in a low voice with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Define 'fun'." You say as you turn to him. "I was thinking a little ace versus ace action Hades. You and me, first one to get missile lock on the other wins. I've seen you fly. I know you're good, kid. But I want to know if you can beat the best." Maverick smirks at you.

"What's the wager?" You ask him.

"200 push-ups and bragging rights?" Maverick propositions you.

"500, bragging rights, and a joyride in your P-51 I've heard so much about." You counter.

"Deal." You and Maverick shake hands.

"What about me?" Rooster throws up his hands before putting him on his hips and staring the two of you down.

You pause for a moment and look around the hanger before your eyes land on Phoenix and Bob's plane. A devilish grin spreads across your face.

"Rooster, have you ever been a back seater?" You ask him with a Cheshire smile.

"Oh no, Hades, I don't like that look." He shakes his head, knowing exactly what you're thinking.

"Too bad, it's the only one I've got." You shrug before taking off towards the two seater aircraft. Bradley follows hot on your heels.

You climb into the cockpit, and both of you go over your preflight checks. "Hades, you know I'm fucking clueless back her right? My dad was a RIO, and I did not inherit his skill set." Rooster tells you as he fits his oxygen mask to his face.

"Don't worry, Roo. Just buckle up and enjoy the ride." You tell him as you head down the runway.

Wait. Are you flirting with him?

Moments later, the two of you are airborne and on the hunt for Maverick. "As far as I can tell, nothing on radar, and I don't see him." Rooster reports as he scans the sky. You acknowledge him as you do the same.

"Come on, Maverick, where are you?" You mumble. You think back to your training. If he's not on radar, he's either too far away or directly under your or above you. You doubt he is above you, so your best guess is he is flying under you just out of sight.

Trusting your guy, you climb higher. "Holy shit. Hades, what are you doing?" Rooster asks you, startled by your sudden movements.

"Trust me," you say. Once you're high enough, you invernt and, bingo. Just like you thought, Maverick is below you.

"Hang on, Rooster. I've got him, " you say before dropping down straight for Maverick.

The glare of the sun helps hide you, but Maverick is smart and sees you coming. You drop in behind him.

Rooster is shouting directions at you trying to help. He's known Maverick longer and knows his tricks.

Soon, the two of you are locked in a battle of wits. Maverick can't shake you, but you can't get a lock on him.

"I need to get him to a higher altitude. Any ideas?" You ask Rooster. "One, but you aren't going to like it." Bradley chuckles before telling you his plan. He was right, you didn't like it, you loved it.

You rose and hovered over Maverick, inverting and keeping pace with him before forcing him into a climbing cobra spiral. The two jets danced across the sky, higher and higher.

"Alright, Hades, you put us here. What's your plan?" Maverick asks as he matches you, turn for turn.

"A magician never reveals all her secrets." You tell him as you narrow your eyes.

"Now, Rooster?" You ask Bradley for confirmation.

"Now!" He confirms. One his signal, you let up of the thrust and break out of the spiral before dropping into the pocket behind Maverick. He wasn't expecting the sudden change, and it throws him off. Maverick quickly corrects himself and attempts to evade you, but it's no use. You have him right where you want him. For the first time in a year, Maverick hears the missile lock tones ring out in his head set.

"Holy shit! You got him!" Rooster cheers as he celebrates in his seat.

You wish you could turn around and see what he looks like right now. You're sure a bright smile is spread across his face just under his oxygen mask. You bring the plane in for a landing as he continues to cheer. His joyfulness is infectious.

Just like hers was.

When your boots hit the tarmac after landing, you're prepared to head to the locker room. You're making Maverick save his push-ups for Monday so everyone can watch. Rooster is itching to get to the Hard Deck to tell everyone about today, and he's eager to see you outside of your uniform.

What you weren't prepared for, however, was for Rooster to wrap his arms around you in a crushing bear hug and for him to spin you around while praising you.

You face smooshes into his chest, and you inhale his scent. He smells like jet fuel, sunshine, and poppy.

You want to fight the hug, but at the same time, you want to lean into it.

He's so warm

Something about him feels—safe

When his brain finally catches up with him, he quickly puts you down before taking a step back and looking down.

"Sorry, I—I shouldn't have done that." He apologized, scratching the back of his neck.

Do it again

"'It's fine. You were excited. No sweat." You brush him off. He sighs out an agreement, and you see the flash of hurt across his eyes.

"You were really something up there, Hades." Bradley remarks as the two of you walk towards the locker rooms.

"But, I gotta know. How did you know something was wrong with my plane?" Rooster asked you. "I just had a gut feeling. Something felt off." You shrug.

"You basically saved my life. If I'd gone up with that leaking fuel line, who knows what could have happened." Bradley said.

You know what would have happened.

"Maybe we should start calling you Angel instead of Hades." Bradley chuckles. "Seeing how you were watching out for me, it fits." You pause and stare at him.

"You know, because Hades is the God of death, but you were like a guardian angel looking out for me today." He tries to explain to you.

"Trust me, Roo. I'm no angel." You say with a hint of sadness in your voice.

"Too late." Bradley fires back. "I've already decided, that's your new nickname. Now, I will see you at the Hard Deck so we can rub it in Jake's face that you were the first one to take down Mav—Angel." Bradley smirks at you before disappearing into the men's locker room.

You shake your head

If only he knew

You quickly shower and change. You knew you were going out with the team tonight, so you remember to pack something nice to wear. You slip into a black body body suit that has a tasteful amount of cleavage that is accentuated by the lace of the bralette you have on underneath it.

A dark pair of ripped jeans and black ankle boots complete the look. You tie a flannel shirt around your waist just in case it gets chilly this evening.

You pull half of your hair up away from your face before applying some very out of regs make-up. Just because you were going there to keep up appearances didn't mean you had to look like a slob when doing it.

There was something about fashion that made you feel powerful. And if Bradley just so happened to like it and give you a little extra attention, what was the harm in that?

"And Aphroditie thinks she's the pretty one." You chuckle to yourself after you swipe your final coat of lipstick on.

.............

Jake let's out a low wolf-whistle the second he sees you approaching the corner pool table that the Daggers take up residence at every time they are at the Hard Deck.

"What do we have here? If it ain't Hades." He calls out as you approach them. "And here I thought I we were the good-looking ones, Coyote." Jake chuckles as he approaches you. You roll your eyes and grab the pool stick out of his hand.

He goes to protest, but you don't pay him any attention. You line up a shot and look up just in time to lock eyes with Rooster. You hold eye contact with him and give him a crimson smile as the ball drops into the pocket.

"Eat your heart out, Bagman." Jake stands there looking at you bewildered with some shot glasses in his hand. You take one and down the liquid before handing it back to him. "While you're doing that, I think we all could use another round. Why don't you be a dear and grab it for us. "You wink at him as you make your way around the table to Rooster.

"You sure know how to make an entrance." Bradley says as you walk up to him. You don't miss the way his eyes linger on you as he takes in your form. "You look—good." He tells you.

"Maybe if you wore something besides Hawaiian shirts and shaved that dorky mustache, you'd look good too." You tease him. A wide smile spreads over his face.

"You are something else, Angel." He laughs.

"What did I say about calling me that?" You say, putting your hands on your hips.

"And I already told you, I didn't care. What are you going to do? Pull rank on me again to get me to stop?" He states as his voice drops and octave.

You stand up on your tiptoes and whisper in his ear, "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Lieutenant Commander?" A teasing smirk tugs at the corner of your lips when you settle back down.

Okay, you were definitely flirting

Rooster cocks his head to the side before settling a hand on your hip and drawing you closer to him. You let out as surprised gasp as you feel the hairs of his mustache prickle against your ear. "Maybe I would. What are you going to do about it?" He breathes out before walking away like nothing happened.

It takes you a minute to reset your brain. You can't believe he just did that.

Oh Gods

You were fucked

...............

Later that night, you stroll down the hallway to your apartment. You fiddle with your key and unlock the door.

"Cerby, Hydra, I'm home!" You call out to your pets. Normally, your dog and cat both rush to greet you at the door, but tonight they don't.

You flick on the hall light and kick off your shoes before calling out to them. They still don't come. Your apartment is quiet—too quiet. You stay still and listen.

You run your right hand over your left forearm and pull out the dagger for your rose and dagger tattoo. The ink materializes into heavy iron and steel in your hand. You hear a commotion in the kitchen.

You stalk silently towards the room, ready to attack whoever is there. You take a deep breath before popping around the corner.

But once you do, you stop in your tracks.

"Minthe?" You ask as you see her standing in your kitchen with Cerby and Hydra.

"Hades, love, I'm so glad you're home! Why don't you take a seat. We need to talk.

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[confusedstudent98]

Can Zeus be deposed?

I couldn't help but notice how Apollo and Nico's stories focused on the concept of change.

The Sun and the Star addresses how to overcome trauma and how it is always possible to start over, become something new and redefine the vision of elements previously considered dangerous or sad.

A primordial entity obsessed with maintaining co-status and who is abusive towards her children is the main antagonist, even though all the series in this universe have always had the theme of breaking the cycle of neglect Nix is the first villain who consciously wants to prevent change.

Others wanted power (Cronos) or revenge (Gaia), but always remained trapped in their basic archetypes. And in the end everyone wanted to regain the power they already had or fulfill previously designated roles (Loki).

Nix noticed how the world was changing and decided to start stopping it by going after Bob, a titan who decided to embrace the chance to have a new identity. He is not a modernizing mythological figure, but remaining in the same role, he was forced to experience something new when he lost his memories and then chose to maintain his new identity.

I think he was the first immortal and decided to break out of the mold. The gods were basically forced to recognize their children and the minor gods are only now discovering how they can be something other than leftovers with their children no longer depending on Hermes to have a roof over their heads in their own camp.

We can say that Apollo changed, but overall his story was about him repenting for all the harm he caused throughout his life through his own selfishness and learning to see demigods as people and not tools.

Apollo finished his plot by returning to his seat on Olympus. He has changed, but on the surface he appears the same to the other gods, or at least to Zeus, which may be important to Apollo's security who used every word to describe Zeus as an abusive father nothing willing to give up their power.

In general, it was not the first time that Apollo was transformed into a mortal by a punishment and returned to being a god, he fulfilled his role and repeated his cycle, some of his family members may have noticed that he is no longer the same and perhaps even hope that something can change in the dynamics between the immortals.

Putting together everything that happened to the Greeks over the years: now the gods are a little closer to their children, the main mythologies were then linked (mainly through Percy and Annabeth) and Iapetus showed how it is possible to break the mold.

So what I think for the future of the franchise is simple. Zeus will be dethroned.percy

With each book the stakes get higher. Apollo saw the end of what was left of some mythological figures, many minor gods then willing to try new things, Hades and Persephone are no longer the same as they were in the original series (they went through a similar development to Apollo, they show real affection by Nico who sees one of the three main regions of the Greeks as his home).

And as a determiner we can agree that Zeus is a mostly neutral figure in the plot. The king of the gods is a constant threat to the brothers' children and in all his interactions with the heroes there is the fear of saying something wrong and ending up with a lightning bolt to the head.

In that case, what could happen if Zeus came to see one of the main characters as a threat to his position?

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Get to Know Me Meme

tagged by Fruitssalad (THANK U.... :)<3)

Last Song: Eternal Rest by Sidewalks and Skeletons (Nix playlist I miss you)

Favorite Color: Seafoam green and Castleton green (??)

Currently Watching: Rewatching Wolfs Rain rn.. nostalgia moment.

Last Movie: Maze Runner Scorch Trials (I was giving them a go on my long flight)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: SWEEEET BBY

Relationship Status: My boyfrend :)<3

Current Obsessions: VTM, Hades, Lannncerr... All of my TTRPGs actually

Last Thing I Googled: This is awkward... "Shades of Green" to find what my fav was :"D

(You don't have to I just think this is neat...) @apricotstop @dushpshpsh @organovore (I know kas tagged u already srry)

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Looking for edgy/demonic names for an OC. Maybe also names that have to do with duality. You can ignore this ask if u want but ty!

edgy/demonic names:

abel, abaddon, aamon, abraxas, asmodeus, azezel blade, blaze, blair/blaire, bael, belail cane/cain diablo, dagr/dager/dagger/daggar

hendrix, hades, hel/hell, hela/hella kai, knave, keres, kore lucien, leon, lilith, loke/loki, luci, lucifer

malak, maeve nix/nyx, nox riven, raven

saber/sabre, salem, satanus trip/tripp, than, thana, thanatos venom, vlad

xaphan zero, zeno, zenon

names meaning duality:

Ayodeji, arcadia, armonia, Aristotle balance/ballance concord, concordia dove

equinox, equilibria harmony/harmonee/harmonie, harmonia isorropia

justice, justin, justine, justina, janus, jemimah moderatica, moderatus, moderato newton order, olive

polarity, paradox saldo, serenity, symmety/symmerti, symmetra, sophrosnia, sophrosyne tranquil, tranquility, themis wynstan

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THE RESEMBLANCE OF TMBTE GOD AND THANATOS THE GOD OF DEATH/A SEMELHANÇA ENTRE O DEUS DE TMBTE E THANATOS O DEUS DA MORTE

*all credits are at the end of the post*

A brief history of thanatos

Thanatos is the son of Nix (night) and twin brother of Hypnos (sleep). Unlike his brother, Thanatos is portrayed as a merciless and inexorable being, without emotions or compassion. He is tasked with directing the souls of the dead to the underworld, where they are judged by Hades.

In mythology, Thanatos is not usually the protagonist of many stories, but his presence is felt in many narratives where he plays his role in carrying the souls of the dead. He is portrayed as an inevitable and inescapable force, representing the transitory and inevitable nature of human life.

Both Hypnos and Thanatos are fundamental figures in Greek mythology, representing essential aspects of human existence: peaceful sleep and decisive death. Their stories, although not as elaborate as those of other gods, play a vital role in cosmology and mythological narratives.

Uma breve história de thanatos

Thanatos é filho de Nix (a noite) e irmão gêmeo de Hipnos (o sono). Diferente de seu irmão, Thanatos é retratado como um ser impiedoso e inexorável, sem emoções ou compaixão. Ele é encarregado de conduzir as almas dos mortos para o submundo, onde são julgadas por Hades.

Na mitologia, Thanatos geralmente não é protagonista de muitas histórias, mas sua presença é sentida em muitas narrativas onde ele desempenha seu papel de levar as almas dos mortos. Ele é retratado como uma força inevitável e inescapável, representando a natureza transitória e inevitável da vida humana.

Ambos Hipnos e Thanatos são figuras fundamentais na mitologia grega, representando aspectos essenciais da existência humana: o sono tranquilo e a morte inevitável. Suas histórias, embora não tão elaboradas quanto as de outros deuses, desempenham um papel vital na cosmologia e nas narrativas mitológicas.

Photo from THANATOS

Thanatos characteristics:

Greek name: Θανατος

Latin name: Mors

Roman name: Mors, Letum

Translation: Death (Thanatos)

God of: Death

Associated symbols: Butterfly, poppy, sword and inverted torch

Weapons: Sword and scythe

Child: None

Parents: Nyx (mother) and Erebus (father)

Siblings: Hypnos (twin brother), Moros, Eris and Moirae

Características de Thanatos:

Nome grego: Θανατος

Nome em latim: Mors

Nome romano: Mors, Letum

Tradução: Morte (Thanatos)

Deus da: Morte

Símbolos associados: Borboleta, papoula, espada e tocha invertida

Armas: Espada e foice

Criança: Nenhum

Pais: Nyx ​​​​(mãe) e Erebus (pai)

Irmãos: Hypnos (irmão gêmeo), Moros, Eris e Moirae

My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire I will travel far beyond the path of reason Take me back to Eden Take me back to Eden Take Me Back To Eden - Sleep Token

Thanatos, as the personification of death, as well as other similar representations in different cultures, reflects the human attempt to understand and deal with loss, grief and the mystery of what happens when life ends, demonstrating the central role of death in beliefs religious and mythological aspects of humanity. Available at: https://historiablog.org/2023/11/02/tanatos-o-deus-da-morte-na-mitologia-grega/. Access in: [05/16/2024].

Thanatos , como personificação da morte, assim como outras representações semelhantes em diferentes culturas, reflete a tentativa humana de compreender e lidar com a perda, o luto e o mistério do que acontece quando a vida se encerra, demonstrando o papel central da morte nas crenças religiosas e mitológicas da humanidade. - "História Blog. Tânatos: o deus da morte na mitologia grega. Disponível em: https://historiablog.org/2023/11/02/tanatos-o-deus-da-morte-na-mitologia-grega/. Acesso em: [16/05/2024].

Fontes:

Thanatos : God of Death in Mythology, link História Blog. Tânatos: o deus da morte na mitologia grega, link Thanatos characteristics, link

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i was looking through the daily wikipedia things, as you do, and this was fun

the Ruddigore; or, The Witch's Curse, and the picture of the day:

depicts a scene from the opera in which the ghosts of Sir Ruthven Murgatroyd's ancestors step out of their picture frames and accuse him of not having committed a crime every day in accordance with the family curse.

which i didn’t guess was a common theme but i should’ve. there has to be a meme about the amount of times a ghost has come out of a portrait to haunt a relative.

then there is this about the song “When the night wind howls”

When the night wind howls in the chimney cowls, and the bat in the moonlight flies, And inky clouds, like funeral shrouds, sail over the midnight skies – When the footpads quail at the night-bird's wail, and black dogs bay at the moon, Then is the spectres' holiday – then is the ghosts' high-noon!

 that had an ancestor in the song “The Ghost to his Ladye Love” and it goes

Fair phantom, come! The moon's awake, The owl hoots gaily from its brake, The blithesome bat's a-wing.

if this isn’t dpxdc content waiting to happen. what with all the bat, bird, and ghost imagery.

Someone in Gotham has a problem. There are strange happenings happening and they call for help.

This might involve the Bats. This might involve a charity party. Like murder mystery. 

The “owl hoots” could be a reference to the court of owls

Maybe there is a gathering and the ghost of the talon’s mothers come to seek vengeance instead of being ancestors to a cursed lineage

(could just be the ghosts of the unwilling talons.. the place has a lot of them, who’s to say they don’t see them as expendable)

(i don’t actually know much anything about the talons or the court :D)

(MAYBE it’s just the bat family being the cursed lineage even through adoption and they have to deal with this every century or so)

(well. i mean, anyway)

The gathering is in one of the high rankings house, i have spontaneously decided it is that hotel owner i just barely glanced through

or for higher level of indulgent story telling, it could be happening at that Orchard Hotel that was founded by the father of guy who got talon-ed for running away to the haly circus (and maybe, say that it was conveniently where the talon-ed guy was stationed at? and maybe also dick’s talon-ed great-something-grandfather is there too,, for fun and profit,,,)

Understandably, there are no picture frames but there might be files and copies. Imagine a hurricane of pictures and papers surrounding the host and angry faces sometimes peaking out of them, maybe pointing hands and claws 

The women/people become a murder of ghost harpies (meaning snatchers, more wikipedia✨, they were said to steal food from their victims while they were eating and carry evildoers (especially those who have killed their families) to the Furies, the three main girlbosses on revenge and judgement of mortals(?) “spite, anger and destruction”

(tho this could mean anything, like the three furies could be three main ghosts/mothers that became more powerful than the others or 

actually be tucker, sam and danny sharing monarchy custody, as it says they are “daughters of hades and nix” meaning, yknow, death 

and darkness, so you could also say they are batman and red hood and nightwing in this context, idk)

(and that could mean that the someone calling for help was the harpies, which means maybe ominous messages and blood letters, maybe screaming and breathing on a call, or plain “anon tip” call for help)

this mostly has a little to do with the original start but i’ll find som- wait

bonus!

it’s ya boi john constantine!!!

he is the cursed!! the 👏 cursed 👏 lineage!!

Hear ye, this man already knew of the curse, and the curse is that he has to make deals with demons. trade his soul/firstborn or whatever away,

but he decided he didn’t want to just do that, it’s his soul and he decided to break tradition and began what he is known for

the ancestors are a little impressed but still 

every once in a while he will trade a bit of his soul to keep the ancestors from nagging too much. 

and once he hit the required age to ride that malefice roller coaster/curse, he got a too big family reunion of too cunning (read:smartass) and annoying relatives 

the thing is that his house is so magical that most ghosts of his ancestors could be there the whole time 

this is like dora the explorer only they are telling swiper to swipe, and so, john to deal with demons 

So: 

if i want to involve danny in this as the ghost king, and of course i do, it could be about him finding out: 

1, the amount of paperwork he has because of this guy, why is this his afterlife 

2, the guy is actually a heritage student in the very exclusive school of cursed, 

and 3, well, 3 is that now he has to help this guy become uncursed to stop the pile of work on his desk from growing and safeguard the poor smithereens of John’s soul

and his first order of business: being horrified by all the soul thing and tired from looking at the work ahead of him, 

second, because he doesn’t know about the curse, is to be indignant because why are these ghosts just encouraging him to trade his soul (something already terrible) but also make him more paperwork 

and then indignant and angry because they are shaming this guy into it and berating him “you haven’t done your chores”-style like What the hell?

Cue finding out that it’s a condition and being sympathetic and deciding to help

Bonding???

Bonus bonus? 

constantine ancestors: this one came like this, we are moderately proud

john: 🕵️‍♂️🤷‍♂️✨

danny: 👀👄👀

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PLOT DROP I: A Grande Reunião.

O número de semideuses de volta ao Acampamento Meio-Sangue seria impressionante se não fosse óbvio. Logo na chegada, os filhos de Hermes precisaram abrir a lojinha outra vez, pois tudo vendia como água: lençóis novos, camisetas, itens de higiene pessoal... As harpias, por sua vez, não estavam nada felizes em ter que limpar todos os chalés, um por um, de uma só vez, mordendo algumas canelas de vez em quando.

A ordem precisava ser restaurada e instalada, e Quíron, o novo diretor, propôs uma reunião no Anfiteatro. Todos se reuníram junto aos sátiros e ninfas, e inicialmente, tudo parecia bem. Amigos antigos foram se cumprimentar e comentar sobre como haviam crescido e mudado, além de falar de suas vidas mortais. Quando o grande centauro apareceu no meio do Anfiteatro, a reunião começou. A maioria parecia recém-chegada novamente, com os olhos brilhando, ansiosos pelo que viria a seguir. As palavras de Quíron foram claras: "Os deuses não respondem há semanas. É hora de voltarmos ao bom e velho método do Acampamento Meio-Sangue, treinando e voltando a agir como heróis. Não sabemos o que está por vir uma vez que nosso Oráculo se foi há muito tempo, e precisamos agir rápido. O Acampamento e todos os semideuses correm grande perigo." Um silêncio desconfortável se instaurou. Muitos ali tinham cicatrizes recentes, e a enfermaria estava de fato lotada com semideuses mais jovens ou mais acometidos. Todos sabiam que algo estava mais que errado: as tecnologias dos Programadores de Hefesto não podiam ser mais usadas, viver livremente era um perigo. Antes que Quíron pudesse instruir sobre a nova grade de treinamentos e escolher novos monitores, um filho de Ares começou a briga e apontou para os Programadores de colocá-los em risco. Em contrapartida, os Programadores se defenderam acusando os Piratas de não terem feito nada, que acusaram os Castigados e todos os filhos dos deuses escuros de não avisarem sobre os monstros que não morrem mais. Parecia a Grécia Antiga outra vez, pelo menos aos olhos de Quíron. Todos gritando como animais, se acusando e culpando, apontando dedos o tempo todo e até levantando espadas para o alto. Queriam achar um culpado, mas ninguém parecia ter mais culpa que outra pessoa. Os sátiros tentavam separar as brigas, mas recebiam outros empurrões e também foram dar coices para proteger os semideuses que cuidaram desde sempre. O centauro antigo teve um vislumbre de choque antes de gritar tão alto, tão alto, que as árvores dançaram junto. Os semideuses pararam no lugar, estáticos, como se tivessem recebido uma maldição, encarando Quíron que apenas disse: "Não é uma luta por culpados! É uma luta para sobrevivermos! É melhor limparem seus chalés, recolherem todas as armas que tiverem e criarem mapas de rastreio de outros perdidos, semideuses. Percy Jackson, que os deuses tenham meu pobre garoto, foi apenas um aviso." A dor no olhar era perceptível e todos sentiram o peso das palavras. Aquele era mesmo só um aviso.

ACUSADOS ENTRE AS BRIGAS:

FILHOS DE DEUSES ESCUROS (Hades, Fobos, Deimos, Hécate, Tânatos, Nix e Perséfone + Castigados de Caronte): foram constantemente reafirmados de acusações, de não terem dito nada sobre os monstros, quando eles mesmos estavam correndo contra o tempo para se salvar. A maioria foi vista como cúmplice dos monstros que não podem morrer, sendo questionados do porquê não conseguiram levá-los eternamente outra vez.

FILHOS DE DEUSES DA JUSTIÇA E CAMINHOS (Atena, Ariadne, Hermes, Nice e Hefesto + Programadores de Hefesto): acusados de falta de tato para melhorar as tecnologias, mas também de atrair monstros com as falhas das mesmas. Outros, acusados de não terem pensado em nada para melhorias da nova realidade que os semideuses estão vivendo, sem pensar no coletivo.

FILHOS DE DEUSES DA NATUREZA (Zeus, Ártemis, Apolo, Pã, Deméter, Circe, Poseidon + Caçadoras de Ártemis): acusados de não proverem um refúgio para os semideuses que eram acusados, até mesmo da falta de proteção de sátiros que sofreram com ataques e muitos foram perdidos. Foi questionado porque as florestas não eram seguras mais, mesmo com a morte de Pã, que deixou para trás seus guardiões.

FILHOS DE DEUSES DO CAOS E EMOÇÕES (Ares, Afrodite, Harmonia, Hipnos, Morfeu, Dionísio + Piratas Piso Solar): acusados de não terem guiado Percy Jackson, sentido seu pavor e não terem protegido Annabeth Chase. A maioria foi interrogada do porque não terem estado por perto nos mares, próximo onde Percy Jackson vivia, para manter a guarda, e acusados de se manterem instáveis, não ajudando o coletivo.

INFORMAÇÕES OOC.

Pessoal, esse é o nosso plot drop de abertura e esperamos que tenha sido bom de esperar. Não quisemos começar com algo tranquilo rsrs então, trouxemos o oposto. Nesse drop, os hormônios estão à flor da pele, todos acusando todos e há muita discórdia. Cabe aos personagens decidirem se vão resolver entre si ou não. Além disso, existem muitas informações importantes, que foram perguntadas por vocês, escondidas no drop. Fiquem de olho porque em breve precisaremos de semideuses para algumas atividades, e tudo será bem organizado. Para interação, usem a tag #youngstarters e usem do blog de reblogs. É obrigatório responder outros antes de postar o seu, caos já tenha algum. O plot drop se encerra no dia 16/09.

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El arte, el sueño y los límites de la conciencia

En la mitología Griega Nix (Diosa de la Noche), concibió sin intervención masculina a Hipnos y Tánatos hermanos gemelos. Su palacio era una caverna oscura donde la luz del sol nunca llegaba, a la entrada había amapolas y otras plantas narcóticas, mientras el río Lete (el río del Olvido) deslizaba suavemente sus lánguidas aguas con un leve murmullo que invitaba a dormir.

ԅᕤHipnos ᕤ ԅ

Es presentado como un dios de dominación, «señor de los dioses y de los hombres» pues nadie puede resistirse al sueño, ni siquiera Zeus.

A veces es representado como un hombre apaciblemente dormido en su lecho de plumas, acompañado de una serie de atributos: un cuerno del que caen gotas de líquido somnífero (opio), un tallo de amapola, una rama de la que gotea el rocío del río Lete o una antorcha invertida.

Es la personificación del sueño una fuerza primitiva que roba toda conciencia y animación durante la noche. Sus principales atributos son un cuerno de opio que le sirve para inducir de sueño, un tallo de amapola, una rama de la que gotea el rocío del río Leteo y una antorcha invertida.

Como dios del sueño, tiene la autoridad divina sobre este y su poder le permite inducir el sueño, visiones, e incluso manipular los sueños de una manera muy similar a la de su hijo Morfeo, pero mucho más potente como lo ha demostrado en dos ocasiones diferentes con Zeus.

ԅᕤThánatos ᕤ ԅ

Thánatos era la personificación de la muerte sin violencia. Su toque era suave, como el de su gemelo Hipnos, el sueño; responsable del paso preliminar en el viaje del difunto al más allá. La muerte violenta era el dominio de sus hermanas amantes de la sangre: las Keres, asiduas al campo de batalla.

Tánatos actuaba cumpliendo el destino que las Moiras (hermanas) que dictaban para cada mortal.

A Thanatos se le ha adjudicado ser Dios de la muerte aristocrática, que se presupone heroica y serena, aunque ocasionalmente pueda haber acontecido en el campo de batalla y ser consecuencia de un acto violento. Thanatos sería una muerte correcta, percibida como algo deseable, porque se ha producido en la plenitud de la edad, es decir, en un momento de juventud, cuando el sujeto está lleno de fuerza. La llegada de esta clase de muerte privaría al ser humano que la padece de tener que percibir su propia degradación física, ocasionada por el paso de los años hasta la ancianidad y la decrepitud.

Thanatos pueden tener alas en la espalda para indicar que son veloces al recoger el cadáver. Thanatos es tratado como un enemigo implacable, cuyo papel resulta bastante cercano al de las Moiras, incapaz de hacer distinciones entre los sujetos a los que se ha de llevar. En ese sentido, es un dios igualador en su trato con los humanos, sombrío y alejado de los valores heroicos que se le presuponen en el mundo arcaico. En cualquier caso, Thanatos no perdió su condición de acompañante del muerto y guía en su viaje al más allá.

Thanatos como un dios que repudia las triquiñuelas con que las otras deidades intentan engañarle para beneficiar a sus protegidos y retrasar el hecho inexorable de la muerte.

Según Homero y Hesíodo ambos hermanos discutían cada noche quien se llevaría a cada hombre, y aunque Tánatos era el Dios de la muerte, siempre estuvo a la sombra de Hades el señor de los muertos. Hipnos por su parte imitaba a su hermano mayor ya que el sueño anulaba las actividades de los hombres cada noche imitando la muerte.

Carolina Serrano Barquín, Francisco Salmerón Sánchez y Héctor Serrano Barquín (2010). Eros, Thánatos y Psique: una complicidad triádica. CIENCIA ergo sum. 17 (3). 327 - 337.

González Zymla, Herbert. (2021). La iconografía de Thanatos, el dios muerte en el arte griego, y la percepción de lo macabro desde la sensibilidad clásica. Eikón / Imago. 10 (1). 107-128