#save me hecate save me...

[usurperss]

Hecate doodles 🧎

[raventriquolist]

OUU MY GOD OH GMY GOD OH MY GOD IM INSANE YOU AHVE NO IDEA>

[waxwitch]

Hades 2 Spreadsheet

hey! are you a... - Hades2 fanfic writer looking for references - Hades2 player trying to find dialogue

well do i have a spreadsheet for you!!

featuring:

every line of dialogue in hades2!! (yes, even the Olympic Update ones!)

Book of Shadows entries!

tagging of the dialogue by concepts (~35% done, dont judge, its been a lot of work)

at LEAST 170 hours of my life

beloved mutuals @mellohirust, @sourluck99 and @raven-campanile have been big helps in finishing this (and some straggly bits that ive handed to my interns lol), thank you so much!!

^^ the spreadsheet, also linked above!

[lesbianbanana]

Please know that it's not anti feminist to say that a woman (*cough* Helen and Persephone*cough*) who was kidnapped WAS kidnapped and didn't go by choice ❤️

[bolszaja-miedwedica]

Hecate please help me understand his stupid ass logic so i wont kill him and push him to communicate like a human and not a stubborn donkey

[bluebellplayinggames]

i met hades last night and i almost started crying

[pagan-sloth-witch]

Massive shoutout to Lady Hecate who helped me find my missing earbud

Last night I noticed it was missing, and I’m with my family on a really long drive. I knew the drive was coming, so I was stressed about that on top of it missing. I looked everywhere I was that day after it went missing, since it was already turned off from being disconnected so long. But I didn’t find it anywhere

Eventually I just laid in bed since it was almost 5 in the morning. I was crying and I prayed desperately for her to help me find it. She comforted me that night and I was able to calm down and get to sleep

Then this morning as I’m getting ready and accepting my fate that it’s just missing, my sister calls me out to the living room: She found it in a spot I looked last night. I hadn’t even told her it was missing

I need to give her an offering when I get home as a thank you. I’ve already thanked her in prayer a whole bunch, because oh my gosh that was so sweet of her and I’m so grateful

[luvseraphh]

interview i. midoriya

In which pro-hero Deku is getting interviewed by a news reporter, but he's a bit... distracted during the conversation.

"Pro-hero Deku! Can I have a word with you?" you asked, bounding up to him, microphone in hand and camera following close behind you.

"Yeah, of course," he replied, soft smile gracing his face, standing beside you as the two of you looked towards the camera.

"Live," the camera person mumbled.

"I'm here with pro-hero Deku who just finished a vicious villain battle, Deku, what's something that keeps you motivated through out your hero work?" you ask, game face on as you locked into work, pointing the microphone towards him so he could speak into it.

"My biggest motivation is knowing how many fans I have looking up to me and how many people are counting on me to succeed. If I can save just one person I'll go home satisfied," he commented, eyes beginning to trace your features.

"We all know All Might is one of your big inspirations in your hero work, what other pro-heroes do you use as an inspiration for your moves?" you ask a second question.

However, the green-haired pro-hero was seemingly caught up in thought, forgetting to answer for a moment before he heard you repeat his name.

"Oh, sorry, Dynamite is definitely a big inspiration in my combat, I learned a lot from him at UA and even before that. Cellophane really helped me learn to use my black whip. Honestly all of my classmates at UA helped me in one way or another," he gushes, thinking back on fond memories with the people he used to share a class with.

"That's great, it seems like they had a huge impact on your life. Are you still close with your old UA classmates or has time made you guys drift apart?"

"We don't have as much time to hangout anymore with the hero work we're all doing, but we're still pretty close and try to get together when we have the time to," he responds with a soft smile.

"Alright, I'll stop bothering you, thank you for your time and answers," you say as the camera cuts off, dropping the microphone to your side.

"Maybe you could thank me with dinner?" Izuku asks, a wave of confidence flowing over him.

Taglist - @justmylvr @lwcedribbons @im0nsaturn @dvartefox @failurewater @f0reverfaded @t0asty1 @iv-vee @mp3nai @straows @grenadehearts @hecate-frenchfries

ⓒ luvseraph

[adharaantheia]

🫧The Importance of Epithets🫧

Adhara's post introduction: Hello, lovebugs! Today's post is about epithets! Hope you guys like it! I've always found Epithets something essential in my practice, so I wanted to share some knowledge and information for you guys!!

🎐What are Epithets?

🦢 Throughout ancient Greek writing and mythology, there is something known as epithets. The definition of epithet is repeated descriptive adjectives or phrases linked to a specific character, either a God or Hero, that are used to describe a specific characteristic of they hold.

🎐 What is the importance of the Epithets?

🦢 Epithets are important not only to know more about your Deity, but also to know what type of works they do with their devotees, and also to know which energy you may resonate more with.

🎐 How to know which Epithet I'm working with my Deity?

🦢 First, I recommend you to do multiple researches about your Deity, then see which one resonates more with you, then you ask them for confirmation, it's best if you have the Epithets in hand and go through it with your Deity, especially if you don't feel your intuition pushing you towards an specific epithet.

🎐 What are examples of Epithets, and what they can mean to me?

🦢 Here's some examples of Epithets and their meanings and what they could mean in works (from my perspective, of course):

- Aphrodite Areia, the warlike. A surname of Aphrodite, when represented in full armour like Ares, as was the case at Sparta: It can help at getting more confident in yourself and getting through challenges.

- Athena Paeonia(Paiônia), i. e. the healing goddess, was a surname of Athena, under which she had a statue at Athens, and an altar in the temple of Amphiaraus at Oropus: It can help through mental and physical traumas and how to live past them.

- Hekate Atalos; the tender-hearted, or Hekate the delicate: Helps through understanding that even if you're powerful, you can still be kind and soft-hearted.

- Ares Aphneiós; rich, wealthy: It can help with finances, such as saving and controlling your money better.

- Demeter Brimo;(Brimô), the angry or the terrifying, occurs as a surname of several divinities, such as Hecate or Persephone: It can help understanding where your anger comes from.

🎐 Are all Epithets usable in our worshipping?

🦢 That's a tricky question, some Epithets were used in a specific part of Greece or another place, so they may not be fit for some of us.

[sillylittlespam]

she got, she got away

percy jackson x daughter of hecate!fem!reader ( childhood friends/crushes to enemies to lovers , SLOW BURN , ANGST , multi-chapter series )

summary : percy hadn’t seen (y/n) since she betrayed him after his quest to save annabeth and artemis. when she corners him in the labyrinth, he can’t help but notice she seems a little…different. what the hell happened to her, and why is she so convince that it’s nothing?

AUTHORS NOTE : (y/n) is a daughter of hecate with magical powers! i’m not exactly an expert on hecate magic so i kinda made it up because this is fanfiction

and for anyone who cares (i’m not expecting you to) here are some of the songs i was listening to while writing this!

race by alex g

motion sickness by phoebe bridgers 

everyone adores you (at least i do!) by matt maltese 

this isn’t helping (ft phoebe bridgers) the national

birds don’t sing by tv girl

knives out by radiohead

series masterlist here !!

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“Didja miss me, Bambi?”

Percy’s reaction to the familiar voice behind him was delayed by the violent flinch that went through his body

 After he gathered himself, he whipped around, sword raised as he came face to face with his best friend.

Ex-best friend, he had to remind himself. It was so easy to forget how (y/n) betrayed him as he looked upon her smirking face. She had no weapons in her hands, but he knew that didn’t matter.

He had gotten significantly taller since the last time he had seen her. They used to be about the same height, but now she looked up at him. Her face had gotten a bit slimmer as well, and her eyes held heavy bags of exhaustion. The grin on her face, however, was just as he remembered. Paired with the teasing look in her eyes and the way her head tilted to the side, it was the exact same look she had given him when she had cornered him in Capture the Flag.

And here she had captured him again, this time in the Labyrinth. 

He had known the risks of splitting off from the group, especially with Luke and his army wandering the Labyrinth’s corridors, but it was the perfect distraction. If (y/n) knew he was here, he knew Luke would know soon, if he didn’t already. All he could hope was that Annabeth and Rachel hadn’t been caught trying to find a way around Anataeus’ arena, which was being occupied by Luke.

“I did. I missed you a lot,” he finally responded to her question, his sword unwavering despite his long moment of silence. (y/n)’s grin widened, and Percy did his best to ignore the way his heart swelled.

“Aw, you’re so sweet,” she gushed, her tone far too casual for the situation. Her eyes looked past the blade in front of her and instead focused on his eyes, which were fixed on her arms. Her hands were tucked behind her back, but Percy watched for any movement as a sign that she was casting a spell, “I missed you too, Perce.”

“You know,” he started slowly, carefully, as his eyes drifted up to meet hers, “You wouldn’t have to miss me if you just came back to Camp,” he quickly realized his mistake as the smile dropped from (y/n)’s face and was replaced with a cold stare. He kept going anyway, “We can forget this whole Luke and Kronos thing and just go back to the way things were. We can be okay again-“

“The way things were?” (y/n)’s voice was calm as she repeated his words. Too calm, “Percy, do you remember the way things were for me?”

He remained silent, readjusting his grip on his sword. Despite the empty coldness of the corridor, his palms were slick with anxious sweat.

“I had nobody,” (y/n) continued, a layer of cold rage creeping into her voice, “They threw me into the Hermes cabin with half the fucking camp and expected me to be grateful to the Gods! The same Gods who send their own children off to sacrifice ourselves in their name! Does that not sound wrong to you? My mother is considered kind because she decided I was worthy of being claimed only after I got my powers, but has never cared enough to ever actually meet me.”

Percy swallowed the absurd amount of saliva that had pooled in his mouth. He would never admit it out loud, but he knew (y/n) was right. 

He would never forget his early days at camp, before he was turned into some mighty hero. Back then, he was seen as just another scrawny kid who just happened to be a child of the Big Three. A bit unusual, but nothing that anyone wanted to pay too much attention to. 

He always enjoyed being around (y/n), since she made him feel normal. The two demigods got along quickly, as they were both looking for a person. And for a couple years, they were each other’s person. The camp almost never saw one without the other. (y/n) knew everything about Percy, and Percy knew practically everything about (y/n). At least, he thought he did.

The worst moment of his life would always be that night last year when he got back from the quest to save Annabeth and Artemis. Not only did he have to tell Nico that his sister had died, but that was also the night when he learned that his best friend, his person, had been working with Luke and Kronos the whole time.

Percy had never been very good at regulating his emotions, and almost flooded the Camp several times following that night. Nobody blamed him. There’s no way to deal with something like that in a normal way.

“That’s not true,” he said, finally lowering his sword, and his steady voice surprised him. He felt as if he was going to cry, “You had me. We had each other. You decided to throw that away. Luke doesn’t give a shit about you, (y/n), he’s just using you for your powers,” Percy nearly missed the way (y/n) flinched at his words, “Once he gets what he wants, he’ll just throw you to the side-“

“You’re a liar,” (y/n) hissed, and Percy was able to detect a purple aura around her that made him take a step back, “Luke has told me about his visions. Visions of great things, not just for him, but for me as well! And if you join me, Percy, great things can come for you too.” Somewhere in the middle of her rant, she had gone from angry to practically pleading with him.

Percy’s mouth pushed itself into a frown as he felt the tears begin to form in his eyes, realizing that the girl in front of him was different from his friend. Something had happened. He wasn’t sure what, but this was not the same girl that he had picked strawberries with.

“(y/n)-“ he said her name for the first time since that night, stopping for a moment to fix his shaking voice, “Witch, you know I won’t do that. I can’t. If I did, I.. I wouldn’t be me anymore.”

(y/n) watched him, and for a moment, Percy liked to believe that she was how he remembered her. No crazy mood swings. No radical ideology that set them on opposite sides of the war. Just (y/n).

“I know,” her voice was quiet. Her eyes got a far off look to them, as if she were lost in thought.

“I don’t…” Percy paused once again as her eyes snapped to him, a bit surprised at their sharpness, “I don’t really think you’re you anymore, if we’re being honest.”

(y/n)’s eyes immediately dropped to the floor, and Percy knew he had struck something. The problem was that he wasn’t sure how to go about it.

“I don’t think so either,” (y/n) practically mumbled, looking anywhere but Percy, “Lately I’ve been feeling… Well, I don’t really know. I just feel weird. Like something’s not right.”

“Witch, I’m sorry,” he said, and he meant it. The torch behind him casted a ray of light onto her face, illustrating the stress lines that she definitely didn’t have a year ago. The glint in her eyes was gone, and replaced with a dull tiredness. Her hands, which he turned his attention back to, looked a bit odd.

He reached down and grabbed one, much faster than she could pull it away. Holding her wrist, he examined her fingers in the firelight, his eyes widening as he took in the charcoal-like color that had devoured the skin at her fingers and seemed to be creeping up to her wrists.

“What the hell is this?” He demanded, and (y/n) yanked her hand away, her eyes wide with what Percy recognized as panic. Without answering, she turned and began walking down the corridor that she had just followed Percy down.

She made it almost halfway down the corridor before a strong hand found her arm and made her stop. As she unwillingly turned back around, (y/n) found herself face-to-face with the same green eyes that used to reassure her any time someone made a snide comment about her abilities. Except now these eyes were filled with enough concern to make her feel nauseous.

“(y/n),” Percy repeated, firmer, with far more power than before, “What is going on with you? Is this because of Luke? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” (y/n) insisted, whatever was left of her confidence continuing to chip away. She had forgotten what Percy’s sad face could do to her, “This is my own doing. Just… don’t worry about it-“

“Your own doing?” Percy’s brows furrowed with such intensity that under any other circumstance (y/n) would’ve asked if he finally had a thought circulating in his head, “(y/n), is this because of your powers?”

She wasn’t sure why she didn’t just lie. Percy didn’t care about her. Not anymore. He had chosen to defend the Gods, and therefore he did not give a single shit about how horrible she had been treated throughout her life. At least, that’s what Luke had told her.

But this was Percy. Percy had been her best friend for years. He used to visit her every time she was sick, and he always made her bracelets during arts and crafts. 

(y/n) realized that her silence was answer enough as Percy’s worry lines grew deeper.

“(y/n),” Percy’s voice wavered as he took a step towards her, “Please don’t tell me that you’re killing yourself just to help Luke.”

“I’m not killing myself,” she replied, taking a step back, softly shrugging off his warm hand. She hadn’t realized how cold it was in the Labyrinth until she encountered another person, “It will go away. This is temporary. It���ll go away soon. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“You don’t sound too sure about that,” Percy noted the way she seemed to be trying to convince herself as well as him, “(y/n), I need you to know that-“

A loud cheer erupted, its muffled sound signaling it to be a bit further in the Labyrinth. Judging by the way (y/n) stood straighter, head perked like a cat, Percy figured that was Luke and his gang in the arena.

“Shit,” (y/n) muttered, and she seemed to be speaking more to herself than to Percy, “I was supposed to be following you. I mean, I was following you, for quite a bit actually. But I was supposed to corner you and knock you out. Then take you to the arena where Luke could watch you fight someone to the death while half-conscious.”

(y/n) nearly laughed at the startled look that appeared in Percy’s face.

“Relax, Bambi,” she rolled her eyes, “Obviously if I was gonna do that, I would’ve already. I just needed to distract you so you would forget where you came from and where your friends are.”

Percy’s mouth fell open. Shit. He had chased her down the corridor, completely losing track of which hallway he had just come down, as well as what little sense of special awareness he had in the magical maze.

“I’m sorry, Percy, I really am,” (y/n) said, her lips pressed together in a small frown, “I told Luke I couldn’t hurt you. He said he didn’t care about my moral code, but that goes both ways I suppose.”

When Percy looked down at (y/n), he could almost pretend that they were back at camp and he had just arrived for the start of the summer session. (y/n) always took a couple days to readjust to having a friend around, and it broke Percy’s heart to see her anxiously checking to see that he still cared about her.

“(y/n),” he started, and then stopped. What was there to say?

“I have to go,” she said. He knew it was an encouragement to continue.

But what could he say? Don’t go? Come back? There would be no point.

“I love you,” he surprised himself with how easy the words came out, “And I’m not mad at you. I never was. Please take care of yourself. For me.”

(y/n)’s head tilted to the side, and in the torchlight Percy could see the shine of tears in her eyes. Instead of saying anything, she walked into his already opening arms, wrapping hers around his torso. She felt his arms close around her, and for a moment she allowed herself to close her eyes and live in the warmth. He still smelled like salt water and the strawberries from the field that they used to hang out at. His body heat almost seemed to burn against her cold skin, but she ignored it.

“I love you too,” she said into his chest, a strange sense of guilt and anxiety beginning to pile up in her chest, “I’m so sorry for leaving like that, Percy. I’m so fucking sorry, I wish I cou-“

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said softly, bringing a hand up to stroke her hair, “We can save this for another time, yeah? You have to go and I need to find my friends.”

“Okay.”

And so (y/n) allowed herself a moment of comfort, of which she knew damn well she did not deserve for a multitude of reasons. And Percy allowed himself a moment with his person, who had already abandoned him and was seconds away from doing it again.

But the Labyrinth provided a sense of security. No watching eyes, nobody to accuse them of fraternizing with the enemy. They both knew the other was thinking the same thing, but they also knew that this would be a one time thing. 

“I actually have to go now,” it broke (y/n)’s heart all over again to break out of the hug with Percy, “But, uh, thank you.”

Percy merely nodded in response, not trusting his voice.

“And be careful,” (y/n) added, her eyes holding a sense of urgency, “Not just physically, but with who you trust, too. There’s a lot of things you don’t know, Percy.”

She turned and began walking away, getting closer and closer to a hallway that would take her Gods know where. All Percy knew was that was not where he wa supposed to be heading, and that once she turned the corner, she would be gone.

“(y/n),” he called, “Thank you.”

She returned his nod.

A few seconds later, and Percy was left with only his thoughts and his horrible sense of direction.

[thedraculacat]

Green Eyed Curse ೃ⁀⤵

sebastian sallow x reader

masterlist

synopsis: when you begin spending more time with ominis, sebastian starts acting... odd. cold glares, dismissive comments, and that one moment in the undercroft where he finally snaps and says what he's been holding back for far too long.

w/c: 1.3k

For Sebastian, Defense Against the Dark Arts had never felt so long.

Students shuffle around the room as Professor Hecat paces between rows of dueling partners she’s assigned, yelling corrections in the voice of a professor who expects nothing short of perfection from each one of the students in her class. Her sharp voice slices through the air, each bit of criticism even more bitter than the last. She seems to be especially strick today, eyes like a hawk as she monitors each wand movement.

You’ve been paired with Ominis Gaunt- a solid choice for his competency, grace, and dueling abilities.

You mutter your incantation, your wind flicking just a bit too slow.

“You’re curling the end too much,” Ominis says quietly. His voice is kind, not condescending. “It should be a sharper flick. Like this.”

He adjusts his stance slightly and demonstrates the spell with such precision that you almost forgot he can’t see. It then dawns on you that he is stepping in to help- saving you from one of Hecat’s verbal lashings. Two students have already been yelled at for similar small mistakes.

You smile gratefully, nudging his arm. “Show-off.”

He smirks. “Only a little. I’m trying to save you from Hecat’s wrath. She’s in rare form today.”

Across the room, Sebastian Sallow stands frozen, his want loosely gripped in his hand. His brown eyes narrow in your direction, though he quickly looks away when Garreth Weasley leans over with his mischievous grin.

“Looks like Y/N’s traded in her favorite troublemaker,” Garreth teases, nodding toward Ominis. “That’s got to sting, mate.”

Sebastian scoffs, but doesn’t reply. Instead, he tightens his grip on his wand and sends a spell flying with a bit more force than necessary. Unfortunately, it results from his name being called by the Professor.

You look over when you hear his name, watching your friend be explained the basics of wand usage like he’s a first year. You can’t help but smile to yourself before looking away.

When class ends, you turn to look for Sebastian, hoping to share a smile and a joke about Hecat’s incredible diaphragm, but instead he brushes right past you without a word.

The next day comes with a long-awaited trip to Hogsmeade. You walk with a group of Slytherins- Ominis Imelda, and a quiet Sebastian linger in the back of the group.

You try not to notice his silence. Try even harder to ignore the ache it leaves behind while the others chatter excitedly.

At Honeydukes, Ominis hands you a Fizzing Whizzbee. “It’ll make you float,” he grins just as you pop it into your mouth. And once your feet start to lift off the ground, he reaches for your hand before you can get too far away. You smile, delighted from the free candy.

Outside Zonko’s that evening, you ask Ominis if he knows why Sebastian isn’t bothering to pull any of his usual stunts. He apologizes, says he truly doesn’t know in that sincere-as-always voice, but you can’t seem to get over the fact that something has to be wrong. 

After your last stop at the Three Broomsticks, the sky has dimmed and the temperature has dropped. You rub your gloved hands together.

“It’s getting dark,” Ominis hums, head tilting toward you. “Let me walk you back.”

You blink. “Are you sure? I’m fine, Ominis. Really.”

He gives you a small, knowing smile. “Then humor me.”

Unbeknownst to either of you, Sebastian had been making his way toward you. He stops dead in his tracks, catching the tail end of your conversation.

“Okay then,” you smile casually as you link your arm with Ominis’s.

Sebastian’s mouth tightens into a line.

“Are you alright?” Imelda asks, noticing him standing nearby. 

“Just fine,” he mutters, crossing his arms.

Imelda snorts. “Looks like someone’s got their panties in a twist. Probably hate seeing Y/N and Ominis acting like some sappy couple.”

Sebastian passes her a look before turning and storming off in the opposite direction.

Back in your dorm that night, you’re getting ready for bed when something slides under the door with a whoosh.

Sam, your roommate, is instantly on it. “Ooo, is that a letter? A secret admirer, perhaps?”

You groan as she walks over and retrieves the parchment.

“Let me guess,” Sam says dramatically, holding it up like it’s a prophecy. “Ominis is finally growing a spine. Honestly, by the way you two have been acting this week? Stars in your eyes… It’s no wonder Sebastian’s been so mopey.

You laugh nervously. “Sebastian? Moping? He’s probably just tired.”

Margo wags her finger. “Yeah, tired of watching his best friend fall for his crush.”

You roll your eyes as you stand up and snatch the letter from her hand, only to freeze when you see your name written across the front.

And as you open it:

“Meet me in the Undercroft. Tonight. You know where. -S”

Your heart skips a beat.

Sam peeks over your shoulder. “Guess it wasn’t Ominis after all.”

You quickly fold the letter and stuff it in your drawer.

“Wait- what’s the Undercroft?” she then asks. “Sounds mysterious.”

You try to sound casual. “Uh, nothing. I don’t know. He probably just made it up to mess with me.”

She looks skeptical. “Mess with you? Girl, he wants to kiss you.”

You roll your eyes and smile softly. “I don’t know about that, but I better go find out what he wants. I’ll see you later.”

The Undercroft is quiet, dimly lit by the enchanted candles floating near the stone walls. You step inside, your heart pounding.

Sebastian stands in the center of the room, pacing. He turns the moment he hears your footsteps.

“Didn’t think you’d come,” he mutters.

“You asked me to. Why wouldn’t I?”

He runs a hand through his hair. “Figured you’d be too busy with Ominis.”

You sigh. “Sebastian-”

“No, just- listen, alright?” He pauses, inhaling shakily. “I need to say something before I completely lose it.”

You step closer. “Then say it. Please.”

He looks away, jaw clenched. “You think I haven’t noticed? The way you laugh with him. How he always knows just what to say. The way you let him walk you home, like it’s his place-”

“He’s my friend, Sebastian.”

He turns sharply to face you. “And what am I, then? Just someone you practice spells on? Someone you smile at in passing? Because it feels like I’m watching you slip away.”

“You’re not,” you say softly.

His fists clench at his sides. “You don’t get it. I want to be the one beside you. The one you laugh with. I hate feeling like this- like I’m just the friend watching you from the corner.”

You move forward again, close enough now to heart the way his breath catches.

“You could’ve been,” you whisper. “All you had to do was say something.”

His eyes widen. “You mean…”

You nod. “I’d been hoping. Wondering if maybe…”

“We’re not just friends,” he finishes for you. “Not to me.”

He exhales, stepping even closer, voice lower now. “I know you, Y/N. I know how you trace your wand before casting. How you press your lips together when you’re trying not to laugh. How you can’t fall asleep without letting out a deep breath first. I see all of it. I see you. And I-”

He pauses, his heart visibly pounding. “I love you.”

You inhale sharply. “Sebastian…”

He winces. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

But you close the distance and kiss him.

It is a messy, desperate, full of years of tension and quiet yearning. His hands grip your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. Your fingers curl into the collar of his shirt, holding him there, grounding you both in the truth that had always been there, just beneath the surface.

When you finally pull back, breathless, his forehead rests against yours.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs, “how long I’ve wanted that.”

You smile. “Then don’t let go.”

And he doesn’t.

[afflatusssss]

//HADES 2 UPDATE SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT !!! (Icarus x Melinoe)

UM???!! Excuse me???? *PULLS MY HAIR* MY GOD OKAY....FINE..I MEAN I GUESS I'M JUST GOING TO SIT HERE AND SCREAM RIGHT...JUST....there is NO WAY and i mean NO WAY you can look me in the eye and say icarus has no feelings for melinoe ; _ ; ) my god the yearning is driving me MAD !!!!

and okay, here's what I find really interesting. i know moros and nemesis are also going to be romanceable (i say also because, my god, after all the dialogue i've read, supergiant is definitely making icarus a romance option unless they wanna play some hilariously cruel joke on the shippers *cough* true believers)---but that said, the chemistry that mel has with icarus is...quite frankly, unparalleled. don't get me wrong, i like her with nem and moros as well, each ship delivers an interesting dynamic...but her relationship with icarus just really hits different. he's not a god. he's a mortal turned shade after an untimely demise, someone who was supposed to be nothing but a wisp of himself. physically, yes, but also just...he's living in his father's shadow as well. he still is. there's that kind of inherent pressure to it. SOUND FAMILIAR?? icarus and mel are parallels. it's CRAZY how good their narratives mesh. mel has displayed, on more than one or two occasions, a neuroticism and perfectionism born out of IMMENSE internal and external pressure---from herself, from Hecate (not with malice as we know, but necessity or duty), Odysseus, the shades/denizens of her father's domain, etc... EVERYONE is expecting her to live up to this image she never chose, and yes she wants to save her family and kingdom, but it's still a difficult life. she's also living under the shadow of a family legacy. mel and icarus, i think, understand each other in ways that even the game hasnt really explicitly stated, but you Feel it. in the way they talk to each other, try to reassure one another. icarus believes in mel, not in the "because you're destined to save EVERYONE, it's what you were trained and raised to do" way but in the "i genuinely think you're amazing, and so why wouldn't you?" way. likewise, mel has always believed in icarus. she never viewed him as anything less than his father. you see that in the way she encourages him to build his inventions, the way she praises all the things he makes her. and man idk just....mel has been living the crossroads for so long, it's really all she's ever known, which is why she's so desperate to help her Olympian family, why she wants to get out and Do Something; she can't stand still. icarus can't stand still either, heck, his whole motif is FLYING, all the freedom and longing that comes with it. you know why? in the greek myth, and yes it was already mentioned in a few lines, he was cooped up in a tower pretty much all his childhood because minos wanted to keep his father hostage. both mel and icarus know what it feels to be helpless, to want to do something, to crave this freedom and power---maybe set in different contexts but still. Still.

and okay moving back, i highly doubt icarus' feelings are one-sided. just....the way melinoe talks to him, responds to him. she lights up almost instantly. there's this softness to it, and i would argue (maybe my ears just deceive me) even a wistful longing??? of all the things supergiant could do with their story, why include ^^^ ALL. THESE. EXCHANGES. besides the kinda funny fact that it sounds like melinoe is trying to seek the approval of mom here, just...why??? why does she care this much???? it could be from friendship yea but....idk. just listen LISTEN to the way these lines are delivered when you can. there's so much left unsaid. it's so...different from her interactions with moros and nem??? like yes there's a warmth as well in certain moments, but there's also that kind of...awkward formality? it's like we're still seeing that version of Princess Melinoe when she's with them. she hasn't really put down her walls with nem mainly because she still isnt sure about how the goddess of retribution really perceives her---she hurls insults left and right, and what exactly can she make of that? moros, also, hasn't quit with the formalities. he admires and respects her, but he hasn't really peeled back her layers yet, the ones underneath who she is as a goddess and princess. but icarus has seen it all. he's been with her since her childhood, long before she was ready to be anything, much less a slayer of time and everything else. he wasn't very substantial in form, which is why they underwent that entire dangerous ritual that cost mel her arm: she cared about him so much, and it's clear she still does. i won't get into the tantalizing aspect of icarus' guilt and how that affected their relationship (not great for them, but delicious for the narrative) and this, my dear friends who have somehow made it this far into my delirious rant, is exactly why i love that he calls her "meli." not princess, the way moros and nem do. not "melinoe" the way hecate does. not "goddess" the way odysseus does. not "young one" in the way skelly does. or the kinda silly, super short "M" that hermes does. only two characters really have a special nickname for her that's similar to the kinds best friends give each other, intimate but playful. dora (who refers to her as "mel"), and icarus, who will always call her meli---it's his sign of affection, regardless of who she is. he's never called her anything different. okay yea it's like...1AM right now, I just finished a run and i'm high on waxwitch okkaaayyy ; _ ; )

[moonlightcycle571]

My Take On Evil Captain Marvel / Shazam / Shazamily

In an AU where all the heroes are villains, and all the villains are heroes, I like to think Captain Marvel is like the Poison Ivy but for the Magical Community.

So we all know Captain Marvel is the Champion of Magic, and as such he has duties, be it a hero or a villain. Now picture this:

Homeless Billy Batson, fresh out of being struck by a Magic Lighting, gets taken in by the magical community (be it the fae, a witches coven, magical creatures, or smt). He develops a love for the mystic realm and is thus more active as Champion. They have shown more love and kindness than any human ever has, and eventually sees himself as a magical being / well of magic more than he sees himself as human.

But then, tragedy, and he sees people hunting down members of his beloved community for the sole reason that they have magic. They see creatures under HIS domaine being captured and sold in the black market. He sees butchered remains and fur of his friends being hung as trophies.

So seeing as that there are NO magical protection laws, and knows deep down that Adults Cannot Be Trusted (if his time on the streets taught him anything, it’s that), he takes matters into his own hands.

He hunts the hunters for fun. He rips apart ANYONE who DARES hurt those under his protection. He destroys countries who normalises the destruction of the mystic. He sends plagues and lighting. Those so called ‘Heroes’ who try to stop him aren’t any better, for they stop him from doing his Duty as The Champion.

He gets noticed by a group of individuals who wish to recruit him (evil JL). He joins, not because he actually cares about their goals, but they promised to leave anything magic alone, and even help him take down his adversaries. Morality is something he has long given up on.

The Gods don’t care either. From their point of view, humanity has long forsaken them, and makes a point to destroy what they have created. Hecate is especially supportive, she created most of the magical creatures, of course she has a fondness for them.

Mary, Freddy, Tawny (who in this au might be a creature that Captain saved) and the rest of the Shazamily join in, as they too much prefer magic over humans. Maybe in this au, they were put into more abusive environments.

Fawcette becomes the center of the magical world, and is known as the most protected place if you are of the mystic.

It’s a shame that cursed Black Adam did not join them, his time trapped made him soft, and developed a fondness for people (it’s what his son would have wanted). And really, he ought to get over Kahndaq. Sure, they destroyed the country, but they had it coming! They were trapping a bunch of Gods!

Anyways, this is just me rambling. I might make a part 2 if the inspiration comes to me.

[sunswanchariot]

Worship Without an Altar

I often see closeted pagans (or pagans who don't have the space for an altar) frustrate about offerings, which often requires an altar. So, my liege, here are some tips for worship if you don't have an altar, or a space for one.

Another thing, altars are purely optional. They're worship spaces, all you need is a prayer and a place in your mind for them.

-> Prayer. You can pray anywhere, on your bed, at your desk, at school, at work, etc. If you don't have khernips, you can use normal tap water, or hand sanitizer.

-> Offerings. These are important as this religion thrives off offerings and kharis. Food offerings work best for Ouranic deities, just put food in your lunchbox, and after a few hours. For Chthonic deities, you can offer the food in a drawer until it rots.

-> Devotional acts. These are pretty easy, and none of them need to make sense but to you. You want to honor Lord Dionysus? Watch a musical! You want to honor Lady Astraea? Learn about the stars! You want to honor Lady Hecate? Research about witchcraft! Remember, the best form of worship is to take care of yourself.

-> If you have struggle with creativity and want to write a prayer or hymn, you can always find some online and save it on your phone.

-> Now, candles! Do you need candles? No! Candles, at least in my practice, are sort of representations of the deities, so I know they're there. But its not required. Electric candles work well if you cant light actual candles. Incense also works, get the incense that reminds you of your deity.

-> Representing your deity. Use anything that reminds you of them! A plushie, an action figure, a toy (cough the sheep toy I found that reminds me of Lord Apollon cough dies). Draw your deity! Even if you suck at art, remember kids, being bad at art is better than using AI art!

If I remember any, or if you want to suggest any tips, I'll be sure to edit.

Khaire <3

[helenofsparta2]

Headcannon: Percy is immensely popular among nature spirits and "minor" gods

Oceanids & Nereids

It starts small.

The Nereids and Oceanids are naturally curious about him when they find out about his existence, that’s already canon:

She (a nereid) nodded. “It has been many years since a child of the Sea God has been born. We have watched you with great interest.”

Suddenly, I remembered faces in the waves of Montauk Beach when I was a little boy, reflections of smiling women. (The Lightning Thief, chapter 17)

Later, at the latest by the time Titan’s curse happens, nereids and oceanids see him save ocean creatures from fishing gear, or whales stranded on beaches, or him helping mermaids with hanging nails. (Titan’s curse, chapter 7)  We see him be considerate and respectful to nereids through his interaction in the fourth book at the ranch.

She looked like she was ready for a fight. Her fists were balled, but I thought I heard a little quaver in her voice. Suddenly, I realized that, despite her angry attitude, she was afraid of me. She probably thought I was going to fight her for control of the river , and she was worried, she would lose.

The thought made me sad. I felt like a bully, a son of Poseidon throwing his weight around.

I sat down on a tree stump. “Okay, you win.”

The naiad looked surprised. (The Battle of the Labyrinth, chapter 9)

It’s pretty good established in the books, that smaller gods and spirits don’t get treated with respect most of the time, especially not from heroes of old like Herakles and the Olympian gods. The reaction of the naiad adds to this sentiment, so we can pretty easily conclude that the way Percy treats them, is relatively rare.

In-between the books, Rick often sprinkles in some interactions between Percy and naiads, which further underlines their positive opinion of him:

I looked over the edge of the boat and found a couple of naiads staring at me. They looked like regular teenage girls, the kind you’d see in any mall, except for the fact that they were underwater.

Hey, I said. They made a bubbling sound that may have been giggling. I wasn’t sure. I had a hard time understanding naiads.

We’re heading upstream, I told them. Do you think you could-

Before I could even finish, the naiads each chose a canoe and began pushing us up the river. (Titan’s curse, Chapter 14)

Satyrs & Dryads:

The satyrs know that he, Clarisse, Annabeth, Tyson and Grover were the ones, who returned the golden fleece to camp half-blood and so, have stopped satyrs from getting killed by Polyphemus. During the battle of the labyrinth, Percy is the one who extinguished the fire and stopped the trees and dryads from getting burnt to death. Not to mention that he is best friends with the guy, who discovered Pan and has the title of Lord of the Wild.

“Minor” Gods:

The non-Olympian gods, like Hecate, Nemesis, Eros, Hebe and Morpheus were probably curious about him, even wary, but nothing more at first, until Percy managed to stop the civil war between Zeus and Poseidon at the age of twelve.  

We know that canonically, this already earned him the respect of many different beings:

As I walked back through the city of the gods, conversations stopped. The muses paused their concert. People, and satyrs and naiads all turned towards me, their faces filled with respect and gratitude, and as I passed, they knelt, as if I were some kind of hero.” (The Lightning Thief, chapter 21)

By the time the war with Kronos further escalates and they join his side, this obviously changes again. From this moment on, Percy is their enemy, and probably nothing more for most of them.

But then, they lose, and probably expect the worst of consequences.

Gods who have crossed Zeus have suffered severe punishments before. Prometheus was bound to a rock, with an eagle eating his liver every day because he stole fire from the gods, gifted it to humanity and tricked Zeus, the titans were banished to Tartarus after the Titanomachy. After some of the gods rebelled and tried to overthrow Zeus, Hera got hung in the sky with golden chains, where she cried out all night in pain, while Apollo and Poseidon were forced to work as labourers for King Laomedon of Troy.

They probably expected to get thrown into Tartarus with the rest of the Titans, get stripped of their immortality, or worse. Instead, however, their children finally receive cabins at camp half-blood and they themselves receive full amnesty.

All because Percy Jackson, this 16-year-old teenager, decides to change the entire thousand year old status quo on Olympus.  

He could have wished for anything after their victory over Kronos and the titan army. The choice was not between the oath he made the gods swear and him becoming a god. He could have wished to be left alone, or to never have to do a quest again, or live a happy, and peaceful life away from the pain and wars until the end of his days, or literally anything else, but he didn’t. He made the active choice to make Olympus fairer, and to create equality among the demigods, without even thinking about it for too long.

No one can convince me that this, and his already mentioned other actions, didn’t earn him the respect of huge parts of the mythological world.

Not even Rick himself (no matter how much he may try in his new books)

[deliajackson]

I saw on the PJO side of TikTok cause I was trying to find some book Percy Edits.

And I saw something saying about Annabeth that said "Annabeth is too good for Any Man, Annabeth Is too good for Percy".

And I just started laughing, like I wanted to comment something but I honestly knew that if I did I was definitely gonna get Attacked.

But I found that TikTok very funny because they seriously thought Annabeth was too good for Percy when In Reality it's the other way around.

Like she should be Lucky she's even dating Percy cause if Percy even had a ounce of Self-worth he would know that he deserves better than Annabeth and CAN do better than Annabeth.

Like most of this fandom doesn't understand how much of a Catch Percy is and it annoys me so much

Like he's So far out of Annabeth's league it's not even funny

Imo he's way out of Everyone's League but what do you think about that?

.... What I think is a little bit sensitive.

Look, I really don't like how media portray "feminism" and how that media actually shaped how people especially girls herselves should act and behave.

From early 2000 to here, "feminism" media is about making the woman be a badass/extra intelligent/rude - while passing rude as girlbossing - who doesnt need any help - especially if it comes from a man - and reduce the man to either "stupid boyfriend who cant do anything without her"/"in dark romance they are sanctified because they would commit genocide but he wouldnt harm the girl and do everything she pleases"/"vile stupid idiot sexist who needs to be beaten up by the strong girl mc"

It is literally 50/50. Men are not equal to his partner in those relationships. They are bellow their girlfriend in literally... everything. In other words.... They are used as plot devices to prop up the female mc. It is as boring as the girl being only there to be what drives a man in the narrative.

Like. Their entire personality is reduced to that. And while sometimes that may work in the story, as you know a character in which the purpose in the story is especifically to haunt the narrative like how Epic treats OdyPen - all the new media is streaming this kind of thing and yelling "we are feminist".

No. You are just playing with sexism and believing you are being woke.

It is annoying. It is bland. It is cheap.

Why that long discourse? Because Fandom and Riordan since HoO is making Percabeth and especially Annabeth fall into this category. Where her flaws are not treated as flaws, actually they are praised. She doesn't grow, she acts worse then when she was 12 in many ways, especially regarding her treatment of Percy. Percy is always at fault, and Annabeth is always in the right. The entire dynamic of Percabeth is basically Percy trying to appease Annabeths feelings and insecurities and fears while they are in supernatural adventures, and when it comes to Annabeth, Percy always has to sacrifice something for her, while all of his own traumas are put in second place and in return Percy is mocked, disrespected and physically assaulted, guilty blamed many times by someone that should care for him as much as he cares for her.

For godamm sake, Riordan made Percy incapable of tying his own shows and Annabeth needing to speak up for him, because according to Annabeth Grover and Percy were in awe in Hecates presence because she was a goddess in WoTG.

(You know, the same Grover who is the lord of nature and lived around Dionysus since he was born. The same Perseus who fought gods, titans and giants, who looked at the face of many gods and treats them either as friendly (like Hermes) or openly passive agressive. Perseus who was named Praetor and directly responsible for the fall of Typhoon in the Last Olympian. The same Percy who saved her life from primordials and monsters down in Tartarus. It is the first time in my entire life I see a MC be devolved so terribly on page only to prop up his own girlfriend in the narrative) I will stop here because talking about wotg is bad for my mental health.

In a relationship both people have to deserve each other. It is not about who is stronger. Who is smarter. Who comes from which family. It is about what they do for one another, what they do with each other and put it on the balance. They have to respect each other. They have to cheer each other up. They need to be each other safe place. Where they can be themselves free of cruel criticism, but still be able to grow and envolve to the best versions of one another. (I am highlighting "cruel" because that is important. I am not meaning construtive criticism.)

I will say it till my dying day: PJO Percabeth (the five original main books) it had everything to be a great couple. There were problems, of course, but they could easily - and I mean easily - be solved with the right narrative decisions. They had everything to be as great as hiccstrid in term of the relationship development and (as important as the other) individual development.

From HoO ahead: Annabeth doesnt deserve Percy and Percy deserves someone better.