#poseidon(derogatory)

[punkeropercyjackson]

Stuff that's canon in the Pjo books:

Percy is amab but hates men and defies manhood as a major trait and even a plot point in The Titan's Curse and constantly loves femininity,women and girlhood

Annabeth wishes she wasn't blonde and wants to have been born with dark hair

Nico is chronically fatigued and frequently needs physically assistances due to problems with his body and health

Piper was traumatized out of femininity by racist white girls for being a brown native gnc queer girl but is okay with non-toxic femininity,including black femininity(her respect for Hazel)

Hazel is as much of a troubled kid as Percy was and is as important to Percy and Nico as they are to eachother and is tied with Percy as the strongest demigod ever too

Frank didn't loose his fat when Mars gave him his blessing but rather became jacked(buff and fat)

Jason's closest male friend is Leo

Sally was 19 when she dated Poseidon and Poseidon is mentally middleaged

Clarisse and Silena are a Patrochilles parallel

Luke was a cryptofascist and serial pedophile('destroying everything and remaking it from the ground up' is a dogswhistle and he believed in eugenics and the only people out of 4 in entierty he had romantic/sexual connections to were all underaged girls,one of who he non-blood related familial connections to)

Stuff Pjo fans get mad at or deny is in the text:

Transfem Percy takes

A black girl playing Annabeth because she's not blonde

Calling Nico disabled and drawing him with physical aids

Saying Piper wasn't a pick me and owed femgirls nothing after how they treated her

Pointing out Hazel isn't a good girl pure cinnamon roll and that she matters to Percy and Nico more than the white boys they're popularly shipped with

Potraying Frank as a fat man with a realistic features and proportions and not a pro-wrestler

Putting Leo above Nico in Jason's circle

Dissing Poseidon x Sally by roasting Poseidon over dating a young adult as an old man and then deadbeat dading their kid

Butch lesbian Clarisse and he/him lesbian Beckendorf x Silena and bi Silena x Clarisse and Beckendorf as a polycule

Thinking Luke wasn't right since he didn't make any points Percy didn't make better and at a younger age and didn't actually fight for the rights of half-bloods and aknowledging him not telling Annabeth he loved her romantically is a faset of irl grooming and not a retcon at all in the context of the series since he was already into 15 year old Thalia when he was 20

[zambomarti]

If you write a derogatory tag under my posally posts I block you😊

(I didn't understand why you reblog them if you don't like it)

[sayoneee]

☆ AND I KNOW IT’S OVER (STILL I CLING)

percy jackson, who never seems to know when to quit, keeps coming back. (2.9k)

contains: percy jackson x daughter of minor god! reader. post tlo (alt universe - everyone lives). book percy descriptions. apollo (derogatory).

kashaf’s note: book percy descriptions bc that was my first love. (sry if i get some of the words wrong, english isnt my first language pls be patient!!)

SUMMER BURNS. at camp half-blood, the scorching heat has dwindled to soft caresses, from the heat of the fire during sing-alongs where your cabin joins hands and toasts marshmallows to the cool breeze balming the sun’s glare at its zenith in the sprawling strawberry fields. at home, the scorching heat leaves marks — the biker with flames for pupils who clutched an openly bleeding wound as he thrust a first-aid kit at you, and the girl not much older than yourself with tears marring her face as she handed you a pregnancy test to ring up, avoiding your curious (sympathetic) gaze.

however, despite it all — you stand infallible, much like your grandfather’s part convenience store and part pharmacy, a poor man’s family heirloom.

you stand idly, flipping through an edition of seventeen when the rusty door swings open to admit a familiar face — with unruly black hair and an equally reckless grin (you know exactly who it is from the ba-dum of your heartbeat), the infamous son of poseidon (with the same smile as shawn hunter from boy meets world) is easily recognizable.

you glance at the crimson blooming around the crevices of his knuckles, tightly gripping a faded and worn-out skateboard, his scruffy converse squeaking across the tiled floor, raising an eyebrow as you coolly say, “band-aids are in the back, on the right.”

jackson laughs, an all-consuming sound (the wind-blown half-blood hill where apollo seemed to smile down at you, the laughter, like the memory, evanescent), “thanks, doc.”

you discreetly watch him perusing the aisles, before stopping in front of the ancient fridge — your grandfather’s store was something of an 80s pompeii with the peeling posters of back to the future and motley crue and the antiquated maroon and cream color scheme — and pulling out an arizona green tea.

when he finally goes to look for band-aids, you attempt to fix your attention back on the magazine in your hands, but like a moth driven to a flame, percy jackson was unbelievably hard to look away from (a magnet among mortals and immortals alike). 

jackson’s hands are on his hips, his tupac t-shirt creasing, thick brows furrowed as he decides between different types of candy with the same intensity as a single mother with two children and a nine-to-five (even in the mortal world, there is something else entirely about him, something that made it so that you could never truly write him off).

when he approaches the register again, it’s hard not to look up and watch his ascent. when he finally does come to a stop in front of you, he looks the same as he did the last summer, though the tiny silver trident earring is new, the camp beads resting peacefully atop his collarbones aren’t.

you ring up his items: a box of band-aids, the arizona green tea, and a pack of blue gummy sharks, looking away from him all the while.

“good to see ya, doc,” jackson says, a wry grin on his face, and his eyes are so green — as green as they were at twelve.

“it’s never good to see you, jackson,” you snark back, reciting his total, “four ninety-five, by the way.”

he laughs again (your heart goes ba-dum again), and hands you a five dollar bill, shoving his things into the seemingly bottomless pockets of his baggy jeans, with a salute on his way out (his turning back was a sight far more innocuous than the last time).

the next time jackson breaks whatever tacit agreement lies between the two of you, your hands are similarly stained. reds and purples line your palms, much like the burgundy seemingly permanently staining your grandmother’s fingertips; the culprit (the bowl of pomegranate seeds) sits innocently beside you. 

“back again?” you say, glancing at the familiar scarlet stains adorning jackson’s hands (a familiar blue friendship bracelet sits on his wrist, edges frayed with five years of wear, and there’s a lump in your throat). 

“why, did you miss me?” jackson asks, again with that wry grin of his, skateboard in hand. 

“you’re the one who came back,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest, willing the constricting feeling to disappear.

“doc, i’m sorry to have to be the one that has to break this to you,” he sighs sympathetically, putting a bleeding hand over his heart, “but the sun doesn’t revolve around you.”

“actually, jackson, the sun kind of does revolve around me, ‘cause y’know apollo, the sun god apollo? my grandpa apollo? my grandpa, the sun god, apollo?” 

“going by your logic, that would mean time revolves around me, ‘cause y’know kronos, the time titan kronos? my grandpa kronos? my grandpa, the time titan, kronos?” jackson says, a shit-eating grin on his face as he sets down another band-aid box, an arizona green tea, and a pack of blue gummy sharks on the counter.

“y’know, if you cared this much, you might’ve passed greek,” you say, referring to the progress report cards you were handed at the end of summer.

he shrugged, handing you another five dollar bill, and proceeding to shove everything into his black holes of jean pockets, “yeah, well — wait, are those pomegranates?”

“yeah,” you say, “i peeled them myself — do you want some?” 

(your father liked these, your grandmother had said earlier this afternoon, your mother liked to peel them for him, as i peeled them for her, and your grandfather.)

jackson suddenly looked bashful, fidgeting with the hem of his a tribe called quest t-shirt, “i’ve never had pomegranates before,” he confessed.

you blinked, taken aback, “you’re seventeen years old and you’ve never eaten a pomegranate before?” you pushed the china bowl toward him, “now you have to eat it.”

“my mom liked telling me the myths when i was younger,” he begins, setting down his skateboard, and reaching for the spoon before halting, like he was shocked, “she told me about persephone —”

“jackson,” you say, sardonically, leaning over the register to look him in the eye (there was always a storm brewing in his eyes), “i promise you, hades won’t come out of the ground and drag you to the underworld if you eat the pomegranate seeds i peeled.”

“i know what my next sleep paralysis demon is gonna be — thanks to you,” jackson says, looking down at the bowl and its floral blue pattern around the edges, playing with the spoon, and shifting the seeds from side to side.

“percy jackson, i swear to asclepius, you’re missing out on pomegranates,” you say, coming out from behind the register, and looking percy in the eye again, and there is something so earnest, so raw about your next sentence that his breath catches, “and, i swear on the styx, if hades does somehow come out of the ground to drag you down to the underworld, i’ll come down myself to drag you out, even if it’s tartarus.”

a rumble of thunder can be heard overhead despite the clear sky and scalding sun; percy blinks, before breaking out into a slow grin (your stomach seems to grow wings of its own, on the verge of flight.)

“invoking your dad, huh, doc? these pomegranates must be serious,” percy says, finally taking a bite — stepping around the bomb you just dropped.

you watch him intently, studying him as you studied tennyson and homer, “they are that serious.” there is something innocent about the way he eats, starved like every other teenage boy with black holes for stomachs. 

“y’know, i can put that into a tupperware container and you can take it with you, right?” you offer. 

“really?” percy asks through a mouthful of seeds, looking up from the bowl at you, “won’t you think i’ll steal it or something?”

“not really,” you shrugged, “i trust ms. jackson.”

percy nods solemnly — sally jackson is sally jackson after all, a queen among women, and an achilles of sorts, with her soft smile and steely eyes. 

steeling your nerves, this is already the longest conversation you’ve had (ignoring the forever-ago late-night debriefs under a firmament of stars), you step up to the plate and take a swing, “how is she, by the way, haven’t seen her in a while.”

percy swallowed, eyebrows furrowing, “great — oh, wait, did i tell you she was seeing someone new now?”

“no way, really? good for her, honestly. i know, poseidon’s a god and all, but like, she’s always deserved just, so much more.” (you manage to make contact with the change-up thrown your way.)

there is something so sincere about your words, that percy can’t help but grin back, finally reaching the depths of his sea-green eyes, and there is something still so boyish about him, that you can hardly believe any time has passed at all, and that somewhere within this demigod who successfully defeated kronos, while saving luke, there is still a semblance of your percy. 

“yeah, the guy, paul blofis, he’s an english teacher — absolutely worships the ground she walks on.”

“sounds perfect for her.”

“you should come over some time — see her, meet paul, y’know,” percy offers, still funneling spoonfuls of pomegranates, meeting your gaze head-on (this is the home run you were waiting on).

you grinned, a slow smile overtaking your face, pushing your hands in the pockets of your jeans, “might just take you up on that, before you change your mind.” (you’re leaving the ball in his hands now; it’s up to him to tag you out or let you reach home base safely.)

“nah, i won’t change my mind, unlike someone else i know.”

you ignore the jab (a smaller, suppressed part of you itches to shoot a reply back), instead choosing to focus on the hesitant hand of friendship being offered — as your father liked to say, keep moving forward.

you shrugged, and you swear, for a second you think the intensity of his gaze has lessened, almost as if disappointed. almost as if mentally shaking it off, percy hands you the china bowl back, empty, running a hand through his shaggy hair with a sheepish grin.

you smiled wryly, glancing down at the bowl and back to his face. “fatass,” you say, affectionately, and then almost freezing, wondering if you somehow overstepped the invisible lines constricting you. 

percy laughs — a green light. 

“lucky for you, though,” you say, disappearing behind the register for a moment before reappearing with a tupperware container filled with peeled pomegranates, “i peeled more.”

you hold it out to him, and he glances down at your outstretched hand, then at your face, before seemingly making up his mind, and accepting the olive branch, “you’re really committed to seeing my mom, huh?”

“well, obviously — the other alternative would be seeing you, wouldn’t it?”

“aw, c’mon, doc, i know you missed me,” percy says, a bit smug, picking up his skateboard, the tupperware container in his other hand (the one he still wears your bracelet on).

“in your dreams, jackson.” there is a peal of odd laughter in your voice as if you were unused to this kind of jocularity when fumbling over his name.

“in my dreams, we do more than just argue,” percy says, with one last smug smile and salute, before walking out the door, leaving you behind in the worst state of confusion you’ve possibly suffered (percy jackson: 1, you: 0).

(your grandmother admonishes you later that evening as you stand beside her stooped figure at your kitchen counter, peeling pomegranates, you gave the rest of it to that boy, didn’t you? her voice is not scolding, but you feel like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar once more. your immortal grandfather, the nuisance that he is, stands in the doorway, hands in an 80s leather jacket and matching sunglasses, waiting to be welcomed in. in contrast, his son — your father — brushes past him, grumbling, and takes on your grandmother’s burden.)

the analog clock reads ten fifty-five as you start mopping the floor, yawning when the front door swings open with a jingling bell, and a sharp metallic smell wafts into the store.

you whirl around, gripping the mop in your hand as a baseball bat, immediately alert as your demigod reflexes come into play. you physically relax at the sight of percy clutching his side, crimson pooling on the edges of his white t-shirt. 

“of course you would attack a man when he’s injured,” percy says with a grin, blood dripping from a gash over his eye (luke had returned to camp some years ago, with a similar scar), and a split lip, collecting like rust on his t-shirt collar. 

you scowled, dropping the mop and immediately rushing toward him, your healing instincts kicking in. lifting one of his arms and letting it curl around you, you shouldered him to the register, cringing with every audible wince percy let out.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked, as you sat him on your stool, reaching for the ambrosia and nectar you kept hidden under the counter for emergencies (one could never be too careful).

percy grinned — it came out more of a grimace, “what isn’t wrong with me — that’s the question you should be asking, doc.” he nodded to himself, and then immediately cringed at the action.

you glared at him, shoving an ambrosia square in his mouth, before turning away from him to put antiseptic on cotton pads. “does ms. jackson know you’re here?”

“no?” percy says. you walk over to the fridge, grab a water bottle, unscrew the cap, and drench the part of his t-shirt covered in blood.

“ow? in case you forgot, i’m still injured here, doc?” percy clutches at his side.

“you dumbfuck, your mom is probably worried out of her mind right now,” you say, scowling, stepping closer to percy (he still towers over you, even when sitting down).

“i iris messaged her,” he shrugs, looking at you as you shift even closer to him, cotton pad in your hand, “she just knows i’m with you — pretty relieved at that, dunno why.”

reaching out to grasp his jaw in your hand, you begin dabbing at the bruises on his cheekbones, his eyes fluttering shut as you try to ignore the way his hot breath is fanning across your face right now. “you didn’t tell her what happened?”

percy opened his eyes, staring at you. “no, how could i?” he says, slowly, “you were her favorite — still are, by the way.”

you don’t say anything for a moment — after all, how could you? (sally jackson’s homemade cookies drift to the front of your treacherous mind — the sunny afternoons with her kind voice, and percy’s loutish laughter.)

“you didn’t come to see her,” percy says, the statement not accusatory, his eyes fluttering shut again (you try not to let the way his eyelashes sit so prettily distract you) as you dab at the gash over his eye.

“i didn’t think i was welcome,” you say gruffly, turning away to grab bandages. “after everything.”

while the deeper wounds have eased into far easier, superficial ones, you still make sure to wrap and bandage everything — percy had a penchant for getting into trouble (one that you knew all too well), so it was the least you could do.

“i just told you that you were welcome, last time i was here, didn’t i?” percy says, an accusation.

“yeah, well, it was hardly an invitation was it?” you say, turning away from him, packing your supplies up. 

“doc, you didn’t even come to take your tupperware back.”

you ignore him, moving to walk away when his hand is enclosed around your wrist (the hand that wears your blue friendship bracelet), tugging you around to face him. 

percy’s standing up now, his green eyes looking more like a swirling storm with each passing second — he still hasn’t let your wrist go.

“what do you want from me?” you ask, trying to snatch your hand back from him, to no avail — his grip is ironclad.

“i can’t let you walk away with your back turned to me again,” he says (the dim, lantern-lit night comes back into focus, and you wonder if you were too consumed by your own pride, if you had just turned around, if you had just stayed).

you realize too late that tears are pricking in the corners of your eyes, and you manage to successfully wrench your hand out of his grasp, a watery, sarcastic laugh escaping, “you’re a couple years too late, asshole.”

“i know that,” percy says, earnest, reaching out to cup your cheek, and wipe a stray tear (the action stuns you into paralysis), “but i miss you, and my mom misses you, and she hasn’t gotten off my case about you, yet.”

the thought of tender-hearted sally jackson scolding percy is an amusing one, and draws a laugh out of you against your will (percy’s smile grows a little brighter, and asclepius knows you’ve never been able to resist that smile of his), “i’ll come over for ms. jackson, not you.”

percy’s smile is even wider now (his hand is still ghosting your cheek), “same thing.”

“shut up,” you say swatting at his shoulder, trying to duck out from under his arms. 

percy avoids your attempts to escape him, instead latching onto your hand, and pulling you out of the store. “c’mon, she’s expecting us for dinner.”

you let out an incredulous laugh, and let yourself be dragged out anyway (you would follow this boy anywhere, even to the depths of tartarus). 

(your grandmother watches from the apartment window above the store, a soft smile gracing her lined features.)

[my-name-is-apollo]

One thing I like about Apollo in Hades 2 is that he is usually polite, especially respectful towards his elders, but if they provoke him he will get back at them. But in a subtle manner, and only after a few seconds will you realise that he was throwing shade.

I'm paraphrasing here but here are two examples:

Hera: you are just like Zeus (derogatory)

Apollo: did you just compare me to your husband ? How awfully kind of you :)

Poseidon: haha Apollo has finally decided to join the war because he couldn't withstand the pressure from his dear mortals anymore

Apollo: it's because I want to help you, uncle! since I know that you guys cannot handle this situation on your own :)

[meggannn]

list of nicknames for Mel so far

(Olympic Update)

Hecate: Melinoë/Witch

Dora: Mel

Odysseus: Goddess

Nemesis: Princess (sarcastic)

Moros: Princess (sincere)

Skelly: Young one

Charon: Arrrrrggghhhhhhh

Artemis: Sister (sincere)

Zeus: Young lady

Hera: My dear

Poseidon: Little Niece

Apollo: Cousin (initially)/Sunshine (later)

Hermes: M

Hephaestus: Witchie

Aphrodite: Gorgeous/Love (rarely)

Demeter: Flower

Chaos: Spawn of Hades

Selene: Little Star

Arachne: My friend

Narcissus: Laurel

Scylla: Lady

Echo: N/A

Hades: Daughter

Chronos: My girl/Granddaughter

Heracles: Sister (derogatory)

Medea: Sorceress

Polyphemus: Meat (among other things)

Circe: Little Miss

Icarus: Meli

Eris: Trouble/Babe

Athena: Cousin

Dionysus: Mel baby

Prometheus: Agent of Change

Personal predictions:

Ares: Soldier(?)

Zagreus: Kiddo when he’s messing around, Sis otherwise (it would be funny if there was acknowledgment that everyone else has taken the obvious nicknames and he’s stuck with “Sis” because even “Sister” is taken, twice)

Persephone: Sweetheart

Nyx: My child (I just think she’d call all her kids and “young” family some variant of this). ALTERNATIVELY “my sword,” based on how Selene calls Mel “Night’s sword”

Achilles: Lass

Meg: Kid

Thanatos: ????

Dusa: Miss/Ma’am

[cynthiav06]

I was just having a Percy jackson Brainrot and I was curious about something...

Considering the fact that Most Demi-gods Rarely ever Live that Long it makes me wonder just How Dark the Percy Jackson Series is

Like despite casting Neglectful Gods Aside, I can't imagine wanting To be a Demi-God due to the fact of how much Danger your in the moment you realize your a Demi-God

Percy said that once you figure out your a Halfblood it's only a matter of time before *They* Figure it out too and they'll come for you

I'm guessing he's talking about The monsters but even if he's not I can't imagine wanting to be a Demi-God cause I Genuinely wouldn't be able to handle being in that much Danger

And worst imagine how your mortal parent would feel, well that is if they care about you enough to care

It's just thinking about some of the things that were in the books it really made me think about the amount of Danger the Demi-Gods are in just really thinking about it

I mean it is the main premise of the Percy Jackson and the Olympian series, not to mention the opening words of the book.

It's also the theme that haunts the narrative of Heroes of Olympus or any other sequel after that.

It's the driving force behind Luke's actions, behind Percy's actions and beliefs, it's literally the motto of being a demigod.

It's the reason Kronos was able to rise with an army, it's the reason why Percy loathes all if not most gods.

Because Demigods are stuck in an all loss system. Choose the Olympians and suffer through neglect and quiet oppression, living and dying by whims of ignorant gods, or choose rebellion and be exterminated like pests. Do nothing and let yourself be molded by the gods into a dutiful child and even then death awaits you at the mouth of monsters.

Even having to suffer many abuses from their mortal parents at times and lack of any safeguarding system or protective group.

No matter what bargain they pick, the demigods will always get the shorter end of the stick. It's inevitable.

Even Poseidon, despite how greatly he loves Percy and how dearly he favors him, still tells him immediately after they meet that a heroes fate is always tragic. That even a god cannot undo it. That he, a god, is entirely and utterly sorry for the fate he has subjected Percy too. That it's his greatest mistake because he has doomed his son to die a painful death.

Hermes foresaw to some extent what would become of Luke and did nothing for he could do nothing.

It's why Hades promptly had to leave his children to their fate after their hiding place was uncovered. It's also why he could even if, in a fit of anger, dare imply that Bianca would have been of better use to him than Nico to Nico's face.

It's why Zeus, the supposed strongest Olympian (I have doubts), couldn't prevent Thalia's death and could only trap her essence in a tree. It's also why he has the audacity to offer up Jason, an actual child he sired as some sort of collateral and apology gift to Hera.

An object to use and throw. That's what gods view demigods as. They can always sire more, at least that's what they believe.

Even Athena, enraged and blinded by her hate for Romans, had no problem sending her children (who are quite literally a manifestation of her own essence) on a death quest to retrieve her statue of power, not a few times but for countless centuries, with no remorse not even when she regained her sanity as Athena.

Even Chiron is but all too happy to send demigods to die to fulfill the whims of gods.

It's also why the series should end in Percy and the two camps overthrowing Olympus. Maybe not all the gods but Zeus definitely. A new order. Maybe they team up with the so-called minor gods (I think the title is derogatory and an inaccurate term), and Percy will need to ascend (let's admit it, that's unavoidable. He is more god than mortal at this point. But maybe just maybe he will not become a god but another type of immortal, something different and stronger. (Cause he had the power to manipulate and take control of the domain of one of the protogenoi and use it to overpower the said protogenoi in their own place of power).

Either way, your ask is literally the entire premise of everything, small or big, that takes place in the books. It is also why Rick should commit to the idea of toppling down the system that enables such a thing.

I have no hopes for Riordan but in my mind, that's what Percy and the Seven and all the demigods from both Camps did with the help of minor gods and even Atlantis [Poseidon won't say no, not to this, even he knows the extent of Zeus's depravity, of his own past actions. He will help, and so will Hades. After all that's been done to his children. I think Tartarus was the final straw for both Poseidon and Hades. After that, they would do anything to protect their children. The true canon really, but Rick is too much of a coward to write it. ]

Sorry, I just had to rant. As you can tell, I have thoughts and feelings on this. Quite a lot of both.

[the-epic-amphinomus]

*he thinks* you know... I heard the Spartans are about marrying age! May not be easier but boy oh boy would it be worth it!

*shows antinous the trident poseidon gave him* LOOK WHAT I GOT WE'RE UNTOUCHABLE!

~ @the-epic-amphinomus

Now you gotta defend us. 'Cause there ain't no fucking way in hell we can take out the king now that he's back!

Also, it looks pretty cool, dude! Is it made out of gold?!

[universe-of-peoples]

Half-baked CHB OC’s that expand on each cabin and (sometimes) break cabin stereotypes:

Son of Aphrodite who’s an absolute himbo, nicest guy ever, loves everyone. Uses charmspeak to hype up his friends and encourage people before battle. Bow from she-ra energy.

Alternatively, son of Aphrodite who is ripped and attractive, captain of the football team jock type, but who uses his charmspeak to make people hang on to his every word and do whatever he wants. Future politician (derogatory) vibes.

Child of Hermes who inherits the “god of travelers” aspect of their father’s domain instead of the “god of tricksters” aspect. Excellent internal GPS and navigational abilities. Favorite foods include trail mix.

Daughter of Hephaestus that struggles with balancing her femininity with her cabin. She’s just as crafty as the rest of them, and she’s head of her school’s robotics club, but to her siblings and the robotics kids, she’s too feminine, and to general patriarchal society, she’s not feminine enough. Bonus: she designs a purse for herself that’s bigger on the inside.

Child of Poseidon who isn’t into the ocean and water at all. Instead becomes a meteorologist (“stormbringer”) or a horse farmer (“father of horses”) or a seismologist (“earth-shaker”). Poseidon is proud of course but is also confused.

Child of Zeus who is just really, really enthusiastic about birdwatching. Hey, they’re part of Zeus’s domain, right?

Child of Apollo who is terrible at reading and memorizing music but is great at musical improvisation. Not necessarily breaking stereotypes for Apollo kids, just annoying when they want to learn a piece of music but can’t for the life of them figure out how. They’d be great in a jazz band though.

Kid from an entirely different pantheon of gods. Chiron knows of course but he has no contacts with people from that pantheon currently, so until he finds someone, the kid is safe in the Hermes Cabin. Only Chiron and Mr. D know.

[manzanamarim]

Been replaying Hades obsessively (as you do) and I love how almost every character addresses Zagreus differently? it's so small but it adds to their charm

Long-ish post and some small spoilers for characters and relationships!

Meg and Than call you both Zagreus and Zag. your partners!

Hades calls you Boy (derogatory) and only later does he call you by name occasionally

Nyx calls you child or my child. She is mother of many

Achilles calls you lad, in a gentle way, your mentor

Dusa calls you Prince, and later as she gets more comfortable also calls you by name

Cerberus... none of his heads posses the gift and curse of speech.

Skelly goes BOYO! I love him

Hypnos I noticed never calls you by anything, usually just goes "you"

Persephone calls you my son, as well as Zagreus of course

Charon calls you hhhrrrgggghhhhhhh...

Sysiphus calls you Prince Z. very casual, he's your buddy!

Alecto calls you redblood (derogatory), or uh. trash god. very sweet of her

Tis goes murrdererrrrrrrrr (and zagreus!)

Chaos says O Son of Hades. I love how they speak

Orpheus calls you friend or my friend, in that melancholic way of his

Eurydice calls you Your Royal Majesty and such, all very playful though!

Patroclus calls you stranger, keeping his distance even though really you aren't a stranger anymore

Theseus calls you all sorts of things of course. Deamon, fiend, blackguard, etc. very extra

Asterius calls you short one. ouch but fair I guess

Zeus calls you nephew,

while Poseidon also calls you Little Hades which is cute ngl

Athena calls you Noble Cousin, very fancy

Ares calls you my kin, he is very into all this fighting huh

Aphrodite calls you little godling (<3)

Dyonisus calls you man, and sometimes Zag, he's chill like that

Artemis calls you "you" mostly, sometimes by your name. she is more introverted and awkward

Hermes calls you Coz. No time to say the full word

Demeter calls you little sprout. very cute actually

And I think that's all, hopefully! if I missed anyone I'll add em later but do you see what I mean? I bet you could hear all of these in their respective voices too, they all have so much personality

[punkeropercyjackson]

something else transfem percy fixes (kinda— but shhh) about the narrative is why there isn’t a daughter of Neptune

Estelle is a daughter of Neptune in my rewrite so two bbgs with one deadbeat dad😁

[milo-knight]

SMASH or PASS (Epic the Musical Edition)

Explanations (mildly suggestive) below...

Boywife : Tiresias - Beautiful, No Notes, Would Treat Him Like a Princess and a King

That's My Wife : Polites - My Buddy, Lovely Angel, 600 Kisses

Hit At Least Once... + Telemachus - I mean... he's cute. Not much else to say. + Siren Penelope - Monster. Woman. + Calypso - She's pretty... sue me... + Scylla - Monster. Woman. + Ares - I don't know. I think it'd make for a good story. + Aeolus - If they were down, I'd be down. + Hermes - Obvious Choice.

Hate Fuck + Antinous - I would beat him up. Fail. Then gay sex. + Poseidon - Remember the ending of 600 Strikes? Cause I do. No Thanks (Polite) + Odysseus - Not a homewrecker. + Hera - Too much respect for her. She's like a mother to me. + Penelope - Not a homewrecker. + Hephaestus - No thanks sir. + Aphrodite - Far too beautiful. She intimidates me. + Athena - Far too powerful. She intimidates me. No Thanks (Neutral) + Eurylochus - No hate. I mean... maybe if he asked... No Thanks (Derogatory) + Zeus - I AIN'T DOING ALL THAT.

No Thanks (Incapable of Sex) + The Winions - Would kiss their foreheads. + The Lotus Eaters - Infinite cuddles.

[endmeenby]

I like to give my *Hades* builds fun little names

Demeter, Zeus, Dionysus, Ares: Team "Said some not cool shit during Christmas dinner"

Demeter, Dionysus, Ares, Poseidon: Team "Was once kicked out of a Walmart"

Demeter, Zeus, Athena: Team "Overachiver (derogatory)"

[lilly-of-the-water]

"Am I Supposed To Know You?"

Name: Lilly Damien

Parents: Poseidon(biological dad), Avery Damien(biological mom derogatory), Hector(adoptive dad #1), Odysseus(adoptive dad #2), Penelope(adoptive mom)

Gender: "don't know, don't care", any pronouns

Age: 16

Sexuality: "if you have a chance, you have a chance. If you don't, you don't."

Relationship: Single

Weapon: A bracelet with charms that turn into bows or daggers

Powers: "Any power that comes with being a child of Poseidon, I have it."

Fatal Flaw: Hubris

Death Count: None "-surprisingly."

Kill Count: "you expect me to keep count?"

Possessed By: Nyx, Scylla, Styx, Hera

Champion Of: Athena and Achilles

"Yeah I got a lot going on."

"Here's me"

Ooc: Lilly needed a fresh start. So did I.

[11queensupreme11]

Is daddyseidon straight but not the derogatory kind? We know he's racist, sexist and misogynist but is he phobic too? 😭😭😭😭this god is making me work overtime tryna defend my ship but issokay he already commits genocide for breakfast i can take a few more hits 😭😭

homosexuality in ancient greece is nothing like what we know in modern times. it's not like ancient greeks were going around saying 'love is love 🥰🏳️‍🌈'. they weren't homophobic like people are nowadays, but again, homosexuality was perceived very differently back then. there was actually no concept of it, just the concept of being masculine and being feminine.

homosexuality between males was okay-ish. it was seen as okay as long as it pertained to dominance. it was very common and normal for older men to lay with younger boys because of the "power play" (older man is dominant whereas the younger boy is submissive). however, a guy taking the submissive role was usually looked down on if people knew about it, ESPECIALLY if they knew he was also being penetrated. also, a man laying with a man around the same age group might have been considered weird back then (and even taboo) but i think there's only like two sources i could find saying that, so i'm not actually sure.

homosexuality between females? absolutely not. there were probably many lesbians back then (sappho??) but the idea of a woman finding sexual pleasure from another woman and not a man was unbelievable and weird to them.

sooo for poseidon, let's say he finds out his son is with another dude. he wouldn't care about it UNLESS he finds out that his son is taking the submissive role. he'd call his son a "kinaidos" which is basically the ancient greek equivalent of the f-slur 💀 (it was used to call men/boys who were the ones being penetrated/submissive). he'd probably kill him for it too, imagine it coming out that the son of poseidon was a kinaidos?? absolutely not. he cannot let anyone find out

and even if his son was the dominant role??? he would be okay with that UNLESS his son would actually wanted to get married to the other guy. gay marriage was absolutely not allowed in ancient greece, marriage back then wasn't about who you loved but about ensuring children and the passing down a legacy, power, etc. he'd only be okay with a passing relationship or a one-time thing, but not marriage

same goes if his daughter was into another girl. he'd just look at her with a blank face and say "don't be ridiculous, either marry a man or become a virgin goddess 😐🔱"

so in modern terms, yes he'd definitely be seen as homophobic 😭 thankfully! the other yanderes would be a lot more lenient/accepting about it!!!

[percabeth4life]

do people not know how annoying it is to have Egyptian mythology mix in with Greek there no Zeus equivalent there different gods the Romans (derogatory) are the worse cause they started that shit as if Egypt doesn’t have a rich history of it own I hope Rick stays far away from India or I’m Polynesian and I ever hear him compare Poseidon to Kanaloa I will scream cause no just no

I mean, the Greeks and Egyptians also have a long history of trading back and forth. So yeah they did often do comparisons of their Gods, and even traded some of them.

Like they don't necessarily have exact equivalents... But they did compare their Gods often enough.

[king-nyx]

The Rising Son sexuality and gender headcanons

Apollo - bisexual with a preference for men. Apollo is a romantic who dotes on all his lovers. He definitely can connect with both men and women very very easily. He's a feminine guy which lands him in a weird area when he's perceived, but he is cis.

Artemis - butch lesbian. honestly, don't think Artemis ever thought there were options outside of lesbianism. she definitely leans into dressing more masc and enjoys presenting as more masc, however she is cis and has her moments where she wants to wear dresses and put on makeup (Apollo helps her)

Dionysus - bisexual with a preference for women. Dionysus has an easier time connecting with women and also tends to have more romantic relationships with women. His relationships with men, while some are romantic, tend to be mostly about physicality. Gender-wise, he's trans and uses he/him pronouns.

Hermes - bicurious to bisexual to pansexual. he didn't have a whole crisis, he kinda just wondered what it would be like to date men. started dating men, enjoyed it and it kinda spiraled from there. he's gender neutral, still uses he/him pronouns because that's what everyone assumes and he doesn't really bother with pronouns. it's all just meh to him. he's a guy in the same way a group of people are a guy.

Ariadne - femme lesbian. her issue is that she didn't think lesbianism is an option. with theseus and dionysus, she thought she was on the aspec or the arospec, because she didn't have any of the firework, heart leaping into the sky type of excitement. but, when she ended up dating women, she knew she was a femme lesbian. she is pretty sure she's cis, but she isn't against exploring her gender if that ever comes up. and, she has used she/they pronouns before

Ares - unlabeled. he hates labels, he hates when people ask him what his label is. he hates when people assume his sexuality. he hates when people try to push labels on him. he hates all the discourse. he hates all of it. to him, all that matters is that he likes the person and the person likes him back. nothing else is important to him. this has led people to assume he's pan online and those people have become public enemy number one to him. ares appears to be a macho buff cis dude, but honestly he's a softie. he is cis though. he's also definitely experimented.

Aphrodite - pansexual and nonbinary. they also hates labels and they don't really appreciate what they deem a simplistic way of perceiving a person and their capabilities of love. the reason they chose their labels is because, unlike ares, they wanted to end all discourse around their sexuality and gender identity. however, they are also just a person. they're femme and they're attracted to all things that are feminine.

Persephone - thought she was a lesbian, is actually a bisexual with a strong attraction to women. she never really considered dating men until she met Hades. Hades was where she started exploring her sexuality more. not in a "turned her straight" way but in a "oh, i thought i only liked x turns out i also like z" way.

Hades - straight (non-derogatory)

Poseidon - straight (derogatory)

Zeus - sexually fluid, biromatic and cis. listen, you don't sleep with that many people and not be sexually fluid /lh.

Hera - demiromantic, demisexual, cis. Zeus is the only person she has ever felt romatically and sexually attracted to.

Athena - aroace, uses she/they pronouns. thought she was a lesbian asexual at one point, but she realised that she did not feel any romantic feelings either.

Lex - lesbian and asexual. she always hated sex and sexual relationships were never something she ever wanted to explore. she is happy in romantic relationships.

(Bonus because I love her) Peitho - bisexual. she thought she was straight for the longest time, but after befriending Aphrodite, she decided to experiment and found out she actually did like girls. She and Aphrodite had a thing for a bit, but they decided staying as friends was a better option for them.