#ofdeathandwealth

[dawnswake-a]

                    she’s speechless for more than a moment, the god before her both nothing and everything she had imagined. her father. she has always dreamed of meeting him, but even ianthe knew that seeking him out would be a death sentence so long as his wife was present. now, though, it was spring, and after meeting her brother------ she needed to meet him. ianthe just had to. “ lord hades, ” she finally manages to say, dipping low into something like a curtsy. “ i’ve wanted to meet you for so long. you knew my mother. ”

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[bornefae]

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      Mal’s never had much to do with Hades---never had to or wanted to, because that was how it was on the Isle; you picked your fights with the other kids and you avoided any villains that weren’t your own parents, lest they, oh, say, banish you to the far side of the island for ten years. But that’s sort of the problem---because, apparently, avoiding him on the grounds of him not being her parent may not even have been accurate, and she still---she’s still reeling from that piece of circulating information. And now she’s here, on the Isle, again, because she doesn’t know how not to pursue it.

            “Is it true?” She foregoes pleasantries, or any sort of greeting at all, and she wants to sound tough and demanding but she knows she doesn’t, knows it wouldn’t mean anything if she did. “That you’re---I mean---everyone’s saying it---pretty big bombshell for something I didn’t even know for the first eighteen years of my life---is it---” Stopping herself, she manages a breath and then, finally, another coherent sentence.

            “Are you really my dad?”

[iinmortales]

     the goddess let out a huff, lowering her bow from where it had been aimed directly between the eyes of the god of the underworld. he’s startled her, which was really only something her uncle could accomplish. and at least she knew now why all of the life in the forest was suddenly gone. no wild life wanted to reside too close to death, and so there would be no good hunting this afternoon. with a forlorn sort of sigh, the goddess set her bow aside, leaning against a tree and taking out an apple.

       ‘ you know, you really do have a way of ruining a good hunt, hades. ‘ yes, the goddess of hunt was a wild thing, none of that formality in her forest.

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[gildedtma]

are there any nicknames your muse can’t stand?

*      character building q’s   /   accepting       

NO !  he’s  been  called  everything  from  far-shooting  delian  king  to  one  shiny  boy  and  he’s  fine  with  any  of  them.  there  are  some  he’s  heard  a  thousand  times ,   mr.  brightside   ,   sunny  boy   ,   the  first  ones  that  come  to  mind.

note:   leto  calls  him  phoebus  apollo  when  he’s  in  trouble. 

[vindictiveolympianqueen-arch]

" Men die. It’s practically what they’re for. "

Deathless Sentence Meme

❝Too true. Their lives are so terribly fleeting, and their bodies so exceedingly fragile. Please tell me your psyching yourself up to end one of them yourself.❞

[duskb0rn-blog]

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               ‣ 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩, 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜.

               Best case scenario, she’s interrupting deep thought that may or may not lead to him snapping if she were to inquire of the source. Regardless of her consistent divided thoughts on their ‘situation’, so to say, Apphia elects to bite the bullet and - gasp - try to ease whatever has her father so concentrated. Starting with an impromptu run for some food.

In the whispered, lilting voice she tends to use when dealing with most people, the girl stops only several feet behind him and utters the inevitable question.

               ❝ I’m going to go grab us all some take out and maybe some other stuff. Need anything in particular? ❞

[burncdwings-blog]

      “ no “

      end of discussion.

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[daughtersofeternity]

‘ i finally understand some of the finer benefits of seclusion down here. ’ the dark-haired prince says as he enters the room, having left his mother for a time this spring. olympus has been particularly grating on his nerves, and despite protests, he has returned to his father. ‘ you have certainly drawn the favorable lot today. ’

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[lcstinthewoods]

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“You summoned me?” Hecate drawled lazily, the faintest hints of sarcasm leaking into her voice as she stared up at the male.

[propolos-blog]

sc. // accepting.

    “ It’s a nice night for a black wedding. ”

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[dawnswake-a]

                    “ listen, grandpa zeus isn’t my favorite family member either, but still, like, fuck you buddy. you didn’t have to drag my mom into your shit. ”

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[everrafter-a]

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I LIVE FOR THE ANGST

duuuuuhhhh. i mean hades isn't exactly the god of sunshine, daisies, strawberries and cream now is he?

[titansruler-a-blog]

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“ be mindful of your thoughts, dear son, for they’ll betray you. ” kronos lays back against something solid. TARTARUS is such a dark place he’s not sure of what resides down there anymore but he’s got accustomed to it, after all it is the place where his father had imprisoned him too. ever since hades had become the god of the underworld, kronos had found there an opportunity to tease him and occasionally see him coming down there. 

[stoneswept]

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“No use talking about the past, it’s passed.” 

[eternallypetite]

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the marble railing was cool underneath her palms, hot though they were.  “ i’m not staying for a few more hours. ” solely for distraction purposes, her eyes roamed. they landed on Charon, watching him ferrying new souls to be judged into the gorgeous land before her. some deserved her pity. some curiosity. others? they were the ones that she despised. mortals that carried out despicable deeds, and ones she felt justified once they were sent to serve out punishments. the dead couldn’t hold on to her attention for long. she continued, giving a conclusion to the beginning of her goodbye. “ i can’t. me going to see mother on time makes her believe that i am eager to rejoin her company during the spring months. i miss her, yes. but not in the same way that she wishes i might. ”

[ofdamseliisms]

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megara couldn’t contain her fear. with the act she was about to commit, there was no going back, but she knew it was her only chance at bringing her love back to her. she held the bag of drachmae close to her chest as she approached the temple, a place of worship to the god of death. the ruler of the underworld. when she was in front of the shrine, she placed the drachmae on the shrine, falling to her knees. “hades.. god of death... hear my prayer.” she spoke softly, almost fearful to upset the god.