#ooooh athena

[flaming-toads]

The weather is beautifully chaotic today.

[meggydolaon]

Assorted Stray Gods sillies

[xskyll]

One thing I like about The Odyssey is how Odysseus seems to be a pretty normal-looking dude, but when Athena wants people to admire him, she sprinkles him with bishie dust.

[ask-butterfly-liam]

oooohhh other bug objects? who, can we see??

There are two other bug objects that I know of.

One is a kumquat named Cassie who is some sort of beetle, and the other is a can of spray paint named Westley who is a cricket, I'm pretty sure. I've never really asked, and I don't see them very often.

We can contact each other over long distances using our antennae and something I think is echolocation. So... if you'd like to ask them questions as well, I can relay some of your asks to them. I'll have to ask them first-

*sound of antennae tingling*

...they're fine with it. Ask away.

(Cassie and Westley's asks are open!!! will make art of them soon but also dont count on it aaaaahhhgughhguhguhg)

[maburito]

Ooh spooky, nice.

[joeburrcw]

joeyb_9: Our baby girl arrived just in time for Mads’ first Mother’s Day. I feel like I won the lottery with these two. Thank you for making me a daddy, baby. She’s only a week old and you’re already the best mom in the world. I love the both of you so much. Happy Mother’s Day, my love. @madelyncline

[jtownraindancer]

@icyfox17 it's in how I see a comaduo post and immediately check the tags to see if you've seen it yet ♡

#buck 🤝 bobby baking as a distraction

9-1-1 | 3.06 // 8.07 @lgbtqcreators creator challenge — parallels + free space (requested by @sunnywithachanceofbi)

[blessedbyahuntress]

Blessed by a Trickster

Chapter Four: The Scary Part? He's Tiny

Prev/Next

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 763

You stood at the helm of the ship, next to Eurylochus, who kept glancing at you when he thought you weren’t looking. He’s rather awful at judging that.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, turning to him.

“What?”

“You keep looking at me weirdly.”

Eurylochus hummed, debating whether or not to tell the truth. He settled with telling half of it.

He shrugged. “Nothing’s wrong.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t believe you in the slightest.”

Eurylochus was saved from having to try and stutter out an excuse by Polites, who sprinted up to you, barely acknowledging the second in command’s presence with a small nod as he turned to you.

Polites’s glasses kept slipping off his nose and he continued to adjust them as he spoke. “There’s an island- Ody thinks it might be- what the lotus eaters were- talking… about.”

You blinked. “Oh,” was all you said.

Polites raised his eyebrows. “Oh?” He demanded. “That’s the first thing you think to say?” You shrugged. “Pretty much, yeah.”

Eurylochus snorted in amusement and Polites narrowed his eyes mockingly at his friend.

Then the world seemed to move in slow motion. Eurylochus was speaking to you, but you couldn’t hear a word he was saying. You yourself seemed to move fine; you could shake out the stiffness in your arms and legs in normal time. You snapped your fingers in front of Polites’s face, but you didn’t get a reaction.

You heard laughter from above your head, and you looked upward.

“Reveal yourself,” you ordered.

“Hm… I don’t think I will.”

You smirked. “I meant, please reveal yourself, Lord Hermes.”

A handsome yet short man appeared before you. He had a mop of curly light brown hair and a black mask covering his eyes. The snakes that were curled around his staff flicked their tongues at you as the tiny wings on his sandals flapped. “How did you-” He looked down at himself in surprise and yelped. 

He gave you a reproachful look. “Please don’t do that again, little lady,” he said, shaking his caduceus at you.

You crossed your arms. “Hello, Lord Hermes. Please stop stalking me.”

Hermes giggled and glided around you, studying your stance and scars. “Now, now,” he chided. “You shouldn’t talk to a potential patron like that!”

You raised your eyebrows. “Patron?” You asked, unable to keep the skepticism from your voice.

“Oh, yes.” Hermes came to a stop in front of you, still hovering a few feet above the ground. “I’ve been watching you for quite some time, Y/N of Ithaca.”

“Yeah, I sort of got that part. Your voice in my head and all.”

Hermes laughed again. “Ooooh. Quick-thinker, too, I see.” The tips of his sandals skimmed the deck of the ship as he looked at you thoughtfully. “I think of myself as lucky to have reached you first, before any other god could offer to be your mentor.”

You blinked.

“Come on,” the god urged. “I’m sure Odysseus has told you of his own mentor, Athena? Shame she abandoned him.”

“I-I…” You couldn’t finish, your mind skimming through the possibilities of how this could end. “What could you offer? Why should I not wait for a different god or goddess like Ares or Artemis?”

“So glad you asked!” Hermes beamed. “I am the god of thieves. I will teach you how to steal more than objects in the heat of the moment. I will teach you how to detangle hidden meanings and important information from the most confusing of sentences.”

You tilted your head slightly. That skill sounded useful.

“I am the god of travelers,” he continued. “I can aid you in your journey home.”

“I am the god of speed. I can train you so hard, you’ll have more stamina than any man. You’ll be as fast as Achilles was.”

“I am the god of language, and I can teach you the skill of negotiating-”

“Let me sleep on it,” you interrupted.

“Oh.” Hermes gave you a sad smile. “You won’t be sleeping tonight.”

“What do you-”

Suddenly everything sped up, leaving you stumbling. Eurylochus grabbed your shoulders to steady you. You could feel Polites’s concerned gaze on your back as you grabbed Eurylochus’s forearms in an attempt to make the world stop spinning.

“Whoa,” Eurylochus said as you swayed slightly. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You opened your mouth to respond, only to slump forward.

“I forgot about how fragile mortals are,” Hermes giggled inside your head. “You might be having that sleep earlier than either of us expected.”

Then you blacked out.

[arc-misadventures]

The Lady’s Next Door

The 'Milf next door' when she says she just going to say 'hi' to that cute blond boy your daughters friends with.

Kali

Kali: I just want to talk to him.

Blake: Why do you want to do that, Mom?

Kali: I just want to talk to him.

Blake: Why are you dressed like that?

Kali: I just want to talk to him.

Blake: Why do you want to talk to, Jaune?

Kali: I just want to talk to him.

Blake: Is it because he's a human?

Kali: I just want to talk to him.

Blake: He’s just my friend, Mom, he is not another, Adam waiting to happen.

Kali: I just want to talk to him.

Jaune: Hi, Blake. Oh, hi Ms. Belladonna!

Kali: I just want to fuck him.

Jaune: Beg pardon?

Blake: What?!

~~~

Raven

Yang: Hey, Mom, I’m sorry, but can you do me a favour?

Raven: I don’t wanna.

Yang: Mom! Come on! I just need you to watch over my friend till I get back.

Raven: Back, back from where?

Yang: Blake got…?!

Raven: No! Say no more, since it involves your ‘girlfriend’ I can assume it’s something illegal.

Yang: She’s not my girlfriend!

Raven: But, was it illegal?

Yang: …

Yang: Well…

Raven: Ha! Love the bad girls don’t you? Fine, I’ll watch over your friend. Who is it you want me to babysit; It better not be the, Schnee girl! I swear I’ll shoot her one of these days if she…?

Yang: No, it’s not, Weiss. It’s, Jaune. Jaune’s coming over.

Raven: J-Jaune…?

Yang: Yeah, we’ve got a school project we’re working on together, and Jaune wanted to get ahead of the game. So he asked if he could come over here so we could work on it. Is that okay?

Raven: Jaune coming over here…? T-That’s fine! I’m totally fine with that tasty snack…?! I mean! That fine young man coming over here. W-When is coming over…?

Yang: In… half an hour-ish?

Raven: Half an hour? That gives me plenty of time… Time for a shower, and time to put on something spicy~!

Yang: What was that?

Raven: Nothing! Go, and save your girlfriend!

Yang: She’s not my girlfriend, Mom!

Raven: And, I’m not about to get laid, now get going!

Yang: Alright! Alright! I’m going.

Yang: …

Yang: Wait, ‘Get laid?’

~~~

Summer

Ruby: Mom?

Summer: Yes, sweaty~?

Ruby: What are you wearing?

Summer: A bikini.

Ruby: Why?

Summer: Well, your friend, Jaune is coming over to help clean the pool, so I thought I’d give him a show~!

Ruby: A what?

Summer: I thought I’d get a suntan.

Ruby: Oh… Then why are you taking the sunscreen?

Summer: So I don’t get sunburned silly.

Ruby: Okay, do you want me to…?!

Summer: No! No, noo, no. I’ll ask, Jaune to put it on~! That way I get those big muscular hands all over me, feeling me up~! Oh gods~!

Ruby: What was that mom?

Summer: Nothing~!

(Ding dong~!)

Summer: Oh? That must be my boy toy~! Coming!

Ruby: Boy what…?

~~~

Willow

Jacques: Willow! Where are you! Blasted, where is that drunkard!

Willow: …

Jaune: …

Willow: Well, that was close…

Jaune: Yeah… too close.

Willow: Jacques would have thrown an absolute fit if he caught one of, Weiss’s friends snooping about the mansion.

Jaune: I wasn’t snooping, I was lost.

Willow: In a supply closet?

Jaune: I thought it was, Weiss’s room.

Willow: Not even close dear.

Jaune: Okay… but can you open the door, you shoved us in here to get away from, Jacques, and this broom closet is rather cramped.

Willow: No can do… my hands are stuck here… Feeling your broad chest~! Y-You’ll have to open the door yourself.

Jaune: Okay fine… where is the door knob…? Eh? What is this, a pillo…?!

Willow: Ohh~!

Jaune: Ahh?! S-S-S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to…?!

Willow: Jaune?

Jaune: Y-Y-Yeah…?!

Willow: Harder~!

(Ziiiip!)

~~~

Athena

Athena: So tell me, why are you in such a panic to clean up, our already clean house?

Pyrrha: Ooooh… My teammates are coming over, so I wanted to spruce the place up for their visit.

Athena: Your teammates…? Does that mean… Jaune is coming too…?

Pyrrha: Yeah, he’s coming too.

Athena: I see… Well, then I hope he’ll enjoy visiting us in our humble abode~!

Pyrrha: Uhh… Mom? Your top has come undone.

Athena: It’s a little hot here, I just want to cool off.

Pyrrha: It’s not hot in here at all?

Athena: Oh~? What makes you think that?

Pyrrha: Mom, your top has come undone again.

Athena: So it has.

Pyrrha: Mom, I can see you bra.

Athena: And?

Pyrrha: Mom, do up your blouse, unless you want my friends to stare at your breasts.

Athena: So long as it’s him, I don’t mind if he stares, or even copes a feel. I’ll be very happy by the end of it all~!

Pyrrha: C-Cope a feel? Who are you talking about?

~~~

Carla

Carla: So that’s the, ‘loser twerp’ you’ve been bullying?

Cardin: Yeah, his name is, Jaune Arc, complete loser.

Carla: Jaune Arc…? Jaune ArrrrrrrrrC~! Hmm… Rolls off the tongue.

Cardin: Pff! That’s part of the idiot’s stupid catch phrase.

Carla: What catch phrase?

Cardin: “The nAme’S JaUNe ArC; roLLLs of tHE tonGUE! LaDIEs Love it” Pff! How stupid can you be?

Carla: ‘Love’s it?’ So, he is the boy you are being forced to apologize to?

Cardin: Yeah, the teacher says they’ll end my two month long detention early if I apologize to him… I have no intention of apologizing to that loser.

Carla: I see… You know what, Cardin. How about I apologize on your behalf?

Cardin: You’ll do that?

Carla: Of course! He may not accept it, but he’ll at least get that apology he is owed.

Cardin: You’ll do that? Thanks, Mom. I probably would have decked him in the face if I went over there to apologize to the loser.

Carla: Then I best go over there. Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll make sure he accepts your apology. After all, what better apology can a boy get than fucking his bully’s own mother~?

Cardin: W-What was that…?

~~~

Ruby

Ruby: Amethyst, honey? Why are you dressed so… slutty?

Amethyst: Oh… uhh… Parent teacher conference is tonight…

Ruby: I’m aware…

Amethyst: Yeah… so… Professor Arc is coming over to…?!

Ruby: Jaune?! J-Jaune’s coming over here?

Amethyst: Yeah, he told me so himself.

Ruby: So, you’re dressing like a slut to seduce him?

Amethyst: Yeah… That is the plan…

Ruby: Nonono! That won’t work at all honey! He won’t give you so much as a fleeting glance if you dress up like some common harlot!

Amethyst: He won’t?

Ruby: No! You need to dress in something more conservative, something that shows nothing, but something that emphasizes everything~!

Amethyst: Like what?

Ruby: I’ll show you after I’ve seduce him~!

Amethyst: What?! But, I want to sleep with him first!

[demonic0angel]

Ooooh, Athena as Jazz's guardian goddess was kinda cool. I was like to see a prompt like that.

Red Hood clicked his guns and cursed. He had run out of bullets and the gang members were now about to find him and his henchmen in a few minutes. He glanced to the side, where the rest of his henchmen also shook their heads, waving their empty guns. He turned to Wolf next, who looked largely unconcerned despite her having empty guns as well. In fact, she was holding her hands together in some sort of prayer.

He had never taken her as the religious type, but whatever.

“Alright,” Red Hood hissed. “I’ll stay as a distraction, but you all will scatter and then come back to the base, okay? Stay there. If you don’t see me in the next few hours, wait until the next morning. Wolf is in charge.”

“No need.”

They all turned to Wolf, who finally straightened from her devout posture. “I can handle this, Hood.”

“… there’s twenty-five gang members with guns and only eight of us. You should run. I have armor and I know my way around here so—”

There was a soft cooing noise.

They all glanced up, where an owl had flown in and was now resting on a utility pole. It cooed, and Red Hood tensed, but quickly ignored it as the other gang members finally rushed in.

“There they are!”

Fuck! They were too late to run away!

Red Hood moved to block Wolf from the oncoming bullets, but before anything could happen, a gold spear flew over him and then struck straight through the head of a opposing gang member.

Silence reigned as everyone stared in shock. Before Red Hood could react, Wolf ran past him and took a running leap, jumping into the fray as she pulled the spear out of the corpse and then swung. She was holding a large, shimmering shield with a Medusa head on it to block the bullets as the opposing gang members screamed, and she moved expertly, swinging the spear like she was straight out of Rome.

Like a hurricane, she completely bulldozed the opposition.

Red Hood and his henchmen all stood there in silence, completely and utterly stunned.

When she was done, she stood in the middle of the bloodbath with her shield and spear in hand like some warrior goddess out of the legends. In fact, she was so beautiful that Red Hood almost wanted to drop to his knees and worship.

“… are you a goddess?” Red Hood blurted out.

Wolf paused in flicking away the blood from her spear and then burst into laughter. She was still giggling as she came over and the owl that they had all forgotten about flew down to sit on her shoulders. It fluffed its feathers and watched them all with sharp, golden eyes.

“No,” Wolf said, her voice sounding amused. “But I follow an excellent goddess.”

The owl hooted proudly.

Red Hood’s eyes widened as he then asked, “Holy shit, can I join?”

[somereaderinblue]

Picture this: Imagine your a King on an Island and your wife and love of your life has just given birth to you and her son a few months ago. Everything is blissful٫ you hope to have a peaceful life with parenting your new found bundle of joy with your soulmate as you close your eyes

AND THEN WAKE UP TO THE MOST SHITIEST BOAT VOYAGE EVER IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE WITH YOUR BABY SON IN YOUR ARMS AND THEN SOME TROJAN TWINK PRINCE COMES IN CLAIMING TO BE YOUR NEW HUSBAND AND NOW YOU HAVE TO HANDLE HIS BABY FACE FOR THE NEXT 6-7 YEARS!

Paris: Did you know you talk in your sleep? You kept saying 'Penelope'~

Ody: Yeah, 'cause she's my wife!?!?

At first, Odysseus thought Paris wanted to strong-arm him as an advisor or Athena's favour but nope, this Trojan twink wants him to be his husband & ooooh when Paris mentions Helen being the OG choice that he skilfully outsmarted:

Ody had to be tied to a mast and it wasn't because of sirens.

[patrochilles-or-bust]

This year's Black History Month is going so much better than last year's 🥹 I got:

1. Doechii winning a Grammy, Kendrick winning five for a culturally historical diss track, and Beyonce finally getting that AOTY Grammy she's worked her entire life for ✊🏾

2. my Black folk in my home city chasing out Nazis and burning their flags ✊🏾 (they really thought they were gone walk into our community like we don't have hands and time!)

3. A Black boxer winning wearing jean shorts and Timbs-designed boxing boots for the culture ✊🏾

4. Lupita Nyongo cast as Athena in The Odyssey movie, meaning every racist white fan who wants to see their fave blorbo now has to see a Black person's face in their fantasy 😈

5. The Weeknd dropped an album (which isn't for everyone but it was for me!)

Ooooh man I'm having a great time! What else have we got?

[firewasabeast]

ooooh. A prompt. Maybe Tommy could use some TLC. Some hurt/comfort?

tags: mentions of past physical and verbal abuse, also first I love you's

Just take those old records off the shelf, I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself

It was a little bit jarring when he first heard it. He'd been coming to this bar for years now and this song had never played before.

Today's music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock 'n' roll

He could already feel a thin layer of sweat above his lip. His hands were clammy almost instantly. His heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest.

And he was stuck in the booth, wedged between Buck and Chimney. Everyone was there. Hen, Karen, Bobby, Athena, Maddie, Eddie, Ravi. They were all celebrating Bobby getting reinstated as captain of the 118.

Don't try to take me to a disco, you'll never even get me out on the floor

He needed to get up. It was too hot. Buck was right up against his side, hand on his thigh, and if he moved closer to Chimney they'd practically hit second base.

In ten minutes I'll be late for the door, I like that old time rock 'n' roll

“Need'a gotothe bathroom,” Tommy mumbled out in whisper to Buck. He wasn't drunk. They'd only been there half an hour and he had just finished his first beer. But the song was completely throwing him off.

Still like that old time rock 'n' roll, that kind of music just soothes the soul

Buck looked at him, confused, squeezed his thigh in a way that would usually be sweet but right now felt like too much. “What?” he asked, leaning in closer.

“Bathroom,” he repeated, clearer this time.

I reminisce about the days of old, with that old time rock 'n' roll

“Oh, okay.” Buck scooted out of the booth and Tommy managed to get out without banging his knees on the table. “You okay?” Buck asked, reaching down for his hand and giving it a squeeze. “You're pale.”

He felt like throwing up. Tommy unwrapped his hand from Buck far too quickly for him to not suspect anything, he knew that, but he couldn't help it right now. “Fine,” he managed with a forced smile.

Won't go to hear 'em play a tango, I'd rather hear some blues or funky old soul

He headed for the bathroom, but took a left instead of a right, opting to head outside instead.

Buck glanced back at everyone at the table, who all looked confused. Tommy's abrupt shift in mood was impossible not to notice.

“I'm guessing he knows he didn't just go to the bathroom?” Eddie questioned.

Buck sighed, tossed a few dollars on the table. “I'm gonna go check on him.”

When Buck got outside it took him a minute to spot Tommy. He was a few feet away from the door, swaying slightly from side to side with his hands in his pockets, staring out into the parking lot.

Buck walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, retracting it quickly when Tommy jumped at the touch.

“Sorry,” Buck said, startled.

Tommy closed his eyes once he saw it was Buck, letting out a deep breath. “No, Evan, I... Sorry, I was in my own world.”

“S'okay. Are you okay?”

Tommy let out a humorless laugh, his gaze falling down to his feet as he kicked at some rocks with his shoe. “Um, I'm a little embarrassed, actually,” he admitted.

“What for?”

“The song playing in there,” he said, turning back toward the bar, “it reminded me of a... a not so great memory.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

His eyes met Evan's and all he could see was concern. Tommy knew he wasn't asking because he felt like he had to, or because he thought it was what Tommy expected of him. He was asking because he was genuinely worried, and wanted to be there for him.

“You wanna go sit in the back of my truck?” Tommy asked. He could still hear a slight beat from music inside the bar and, while he was sure they weren't still playing that same song, it's the only thing he could think about when he heard any music at all.

Buck nodded. “Yeah, let's go.”

When they got to the truck, Tommy lowered the tailgate and they both hopped up, their legs dangling over the edge.

Buck stared up at the sky, stars a little more visible in their location than anywhere else in Los Angeles. He waited for Tommy to speak, not wanting to pressure him.

The feeling of Tommy's hand slipping into his brought his attention back to Tommy. Their fingers intertwined, but Buck didn't squeeze too hard. He didn't want to scare him again.

“I haven't really ever told you very much about my dad, have I?”

“Little pieces here and there,” Buck replied. “You said a few months back that he was a lot like Gerrard, and mentioned you haven't spoken to him in ten years.”

Tommy nodded. “Both things are true. He was... There was more to him than that though. He was not a good man, Evan. He'd go to church every time the doors were open, smile on his face, mom and me by his side. The perfect family. That's what everyone told us anyway.”

He scooted closer to Buck, placing their hands on his thigh. He took his free hand and rubbed it gently over Buck's knuckles, finding comfort in his boyfriend's touch. “Then we'd get home, and lunch or dinner wouldn't be ready on time, or the roast would be overcooked, or he saw me yawn during the service, or he thought mom smiled at the youth pastor for too long and-” Tommy's voice broke as he spoke. He cleared his throat, trying to keep it together.

All Buck wanted to do was wrap him up tight and make all his pain disappear.

“-and God, Evan, he'd get so angry. He'd get out his records and we knew, if he played one specific song, one of us was about to get it.”

It all clicked. “The song in the bar."

Tommy nodded. “The song in the bar.”

“Would he,” Buck paused, choosing his words carefully. “Did he hit you?”

“Not with his hands,” Tommy replied, “and never on the face. But he was a big believer in 'spare the rod, spoil the child'. He liked to use his belt.” He felt a phantom pain on his back, from lashes so painful he'd have to lean forward the whole time during the next church service. How it would hurt to sit down at school, often for days. How the belt would sometimes whack against his thigh and he'd have to wear pants for PE, even during the hottest months of the year, just so his shorts wouldn't ride up and someone see the marks. “It wasn't just physical stuff though,” Tommy added. “The things he'd say were worse, somehow. He'd call my mom every name in the book, shout slurs at me before I even thought I was gay. Tell us how worthless we were. Stuff like that. Then, by the next service, there were were, front and center. The perfect family.”

“Tommy, I- I don't even know what to say. I'm so sorry you went through that.”

“I'm okay,” he said, then huffed out a laugh, “except when I hear that song, apparently.”

“Triggers are funny like that, aren't they?”

“Yeah,” he rolled his eyes, “a real hoot.”

Buck let go of Tommy's hand just long enough to wrap his arms around him, letting Tommy rest his head on his shoulder. Buck pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Why don't we go to my place?” he suggested. “Put on a movie, eat a pint of ice cream.”

“We're supposed to be celebrating tonight, Evan.”

“We will be celebrating,” Buck assured him. “We'll be celebrating survival. Celebrating us. Celebrating, I don't know,” he laughed, “we'll think of something.”

Tommy raised his head just enough to look into Buck's eyes. “Love?”

Buck stared back, a smile growing on his face. “Love. Yeah, that, um, that sounds perfect.”

“Okay,” Tommy relented easily. He didn't feel like going back inside anyway. “You sure you don't wanna go back in? You can get a ride home with Eddie.”

“Tommy, I want to be with you. Everyone in there will understand. I'll send Eddie a text, tell him we're headed out. You pick the movie.”

They untangled themselves from each other so Buck could get his phone.

Tommy thought for a moment. “The Notebook, maybe? I feel like crying.”

He'd never been in a relationship before where he could admit something like that. Admit that sometimes he wanted to cry, needed to cry, and a movie could help him with that.

Evan was different though. Evan was safety. Evan was a person Tommy could talk to about anything, and never feel judgement.

“The Notebook is perfect. I'll order ice cream to be delivered while we're on the way.”

They got off the back of the truck and Tommy raised the tailgate. Before Buck could head for the passenger seat, Tommy placed a hand on his hip, spinning Buck back in his direction.

“I really do love you, Evan,” he said, his thumbs stroking at Buck's hipbone.

Buck reached up and rested his hands at the nape of Tommy's neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “I really do love you too, Tommy.”

As they got into the truck, Buck made a mental note to contact the bar tomorrow and ask them to change their playlist.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Ooooh how does Athena feel and react about Telemachus!Percy?

Epic! Athena and PJO! Athena are very different people, which is fascinating because Epic! Athena turns into PJO! Athena. The Athena who learned the value of empathy returned to an unempathetic goddess--maybe not as ruthless as she was pre Ody and Telemachus, but still unyeilding.

Maybe she just naturally slipped back into old habits. Maybe the perception of Athena in the eyes of the masses influenced her without her realizing it. But as she investigates Perseus Jackson, she finds herself uncomfortably reminded of her old friend. But she doesn't even consider reincarnation, she just think Perseus is particularly naive.

Percy, on the other hand, was absolutely thrilled to meet his best friend's kids. Athena has kids! He's over joyed. ...Until he realizes that most of her kids haven't had a conversation with Athena before. The more Annabeth and her siblings talk about Her, the more certain Percy is that something has gone terribly wrong.

He doesn't meet Athena until the afterparty of the Winter Solstice in The Titan's Curse. He listens the silently as Athena explains why she wouldn't chose him as the prophecy and why he'll fail saving Olympus when words slip out,

"Why are you so mean?"

[sarnai4]

Random thought based on a headcanon I found that I believe fits your themes for Athena and ares!!

What if after god games Athena is stuck having random seizures and Ares can tell/sense when they are about to happen (kinda like a service dog)? Like none of the other gods have picked up on this yet and they think ares just has amazing timing?

Ooooh, I love that so much!! Ares is such a puppy to me anyway. Him being like a service dog for his big sister is just adorable. The first time it happens, Athena wonders how he got to her so fast. I think that eventually, she realizes what's going on. She's incredibly touched by this, but they both still have to act hardcore around the others because they're the "war siblings who totally aren't having tender, loving moments." Aphrodite sees through this, though, and ends up helping when she sees Ares about to respond.

[ghosty-elle-thingz]

ooooh for ur epic au i love the idea of the other winners as the gods! i think scott - aphrodite works really well with his focus on the social aspect of the game, and martyn - ares fits too bc of mean gills, and him just generally being pretty aggressive! cleo - hephaestus is a good match for personality and watcher!grian - zeus absolutely fucks. pearl and scar don’t fit as neat with apollo or hera, but i do know scar would absolutely rock the disco look lmao

Honestly yeah you are pretty much spot on with what I was thinking

Grian as Zeus: Watcher, maker of the games, first winner as the technical eldest god, “thunder bringer” smites Scott to end Last life

Cleo as Hephaestus: “Trust is not given its forged….. he sacrificed his own cohorts” loyal to their day one allies until they do something to break that trust (most notably Big B killing her in last life) and fire (arson)

Martyn as Ares: literally what you said about Mean gills and Martyn in the life series in general, the ending of limlife is so Ares coded

Those were the ones I was absolutely sure of

For Aphrodite I was between Scott and Pearl

Scott because as you said, he is very social in the games and is one to love his allies wholeheartedly (man can’t go one season without sacrificing himself to a friend when he is able to) plus one head canon I’ve seen is that the watchers are unable to feed on Scott because he’s just so full of love for his allies (flower husbands, the healing GGGs, mean gills, etc) but even love can be ruthless when need to be

Pearl on the other hand is more so the opposite focusing more on how she knows the pain of being alone “but let her die of a broken heart… let him feel the pain that his mother felt and rot” the winner of double life, the one series where everyone was meant to have someone, she was scorned by everyone around, rejected by her bound, called wicked by people who could have been friends and in the end died without her one true companion, Tilly. But in the same with the following games, she is in a way “healing”. From then on she is never alone (nosey neighbors, mounders, 4Gs and the adopted strays) and makes sure her allies know that she will stand with them

Scar I did have trouble with placing him but honestly him as Hera is a fantastic idea. Like Hera in god games comes off as very carefree in a way but still a threat which is kind of how Scar plays the games (I’m mainly thinking of wild life with the bamboozlers and the rollercoaster) plus the “never once has he cheated in his wife” makes me think of Athena!Gem saying that and Scar just gets flashbacks to double life and the “secret soulmates” which becomes infinitely more funny/angsty since Grian is Zeus

Plus yes he would absolutely rock the disco look I mean just look at his limited life skin

But yeah Apollo is the one I can’t really place with a life winner