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More alignment charts
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callmesamuelxxx · 14 days
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what a cute couple :) i sure hope no one drowns in a bathtub
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echo-stimmingrose · 1 month
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Ya know, I expected to laugh a lot regarding Apollo and Commodus's relationship while reading this book (ToA 2)
But this fucking line hit me so hard I almost sobbed.
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I'm not going to obsess over their relationship- I'm not going to obsess over their relationship- I'm not going to obsess over their relationship- I'm not going to obsess over their relationship- I'm not going to obsess over their relationship- I'm not going to obsess over their relationship- I'm not going to obsess over their relationship- I'm not-
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commodapolis · 13 days
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Fuck @emperor-not-little-boots I’ve thanked you multiple times for helping me recover from being blinded, but you still rub it in my face
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I can’t believe Commodus owns crocs and decided to wear them on MY yacht, audacity ‼️
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daisy-mooon · 7 months
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Outnumbered
Whumptober Day 8: Outnumbered
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"You're outnumbered," Commodus said casually, as if the act of him being completely surrounded was a funny coincidence and not the result of Apollo badly miscalculating how well he could avoid him. "It would be in your interests to surrender."
Apollo scowled, and took a step backwards.
He had no idea how Commdus had even found them, but that didn't matter. What did matter was that he'd convinced Meg to flee, and that Commodus didn't seem to be all that interested in her - as long as she was okay and she could get to Camp, then she could get away from Nero. She could defeat him, even. He had no doubts that demigods of all sorts would be willing to tear the emperors apart limb by limb.
But for him, however-
He took another step, and helplessly shot a glance around him. They were in what must have once been a swimming pool - the windows let in an impressive amount of light, though partially obscured by a small but tall row of tiered seating. The walls were a soft blue and the floor a tiled white.white, the tiles polished with dust. There was no exit apart from the one being blocked by Commodus’ men.
“Should we kill him?” One of the Germani grunted, straightening out his spear in preparation for the fight. He had a sneaking suspicion that it would not be nice to be impaled by one.
Commodus narrowed his scarred eyes at him, and Apollo stared straight (ha) back. Out of the corner of his eye, he focused on the door leading to the exit. If the Germani nearest to him moved just a little bit to the right, then it was possible that he could attempt an escape, but he seriously doubted if he could move fast enough. Besides, Commodus could run a lot faster than his flabby, rather flimsy mortal form, but he was still partially blinded, so he supposed-
“I’ve decided to be generous,” Commodus announced, as if he hadn’t rehearsed what he was going to say already. “I want Apollo. Preferably alive.”
So he was wanted alive.
…yipee.
In a heartbeat, the Germani snapped into motion. One charged at him with a sword and he fumbled with his bow, taking unsteady aim yet still managing to nail him in the chest. He dissolved into dust, but before he could celebrate, he was immediately faced against the next Germani. The next shot went wide, hitting the soldier in the arm, and he backed up as far as he could.
His feet hit the edge of the swimming pool.
Panic flared through him, and he nocked the next arrow, brandishing it against his bow in one of the most pathetic attempts at a threat that he’d ever made. The Germani simply charged at him anyway, the arrow simply sliding off his armoured chest and before he could blink to breathe and realise what was going on-
His arms wrapped around him in a deadly embrace, throwing them both backwards into the open air. Apollo couldn’t even muster up the proper feeling of fear, instead being flooded by an empty, numbing sensation of dread-
The crack that arose was the only audible sound he could focus on after hitting the ground. It seemed to echo around him, ringing and twisting and spiralling, enveloping him in a heavy coat of nothingness. His bow had flown out of his hand, and he was vaguely certain that the arrows from his quiver had fallen around him. He supposed he should be more worried for the Arrow of Dodona, but his awareness was so fleeting and he couldn’t focus on his surroundings at all. He didn’t even know where the Germani that had knocked him over had gone.
He guessed that minutes had passed since he had fallen back into the swimming pool, and the God of Healing side of his brain was rattling off warnings about concussions and broken bones, but he couldn’t move or think enough to do anything with the knowledge.
Meg was going to be rightfully and thoroughly pissed at him. Apollo made a weak, strangled groan as he attempted to push himself up for her, but it went nowhere.
Shadows passed around him and he stared at them blankly. Germani, he supposed. He wasn’t sure whether or not he was supposed to feel apprehensive at the possibility of being killed or captured. What had Commodus wanted him for, again? Or did he not say?
Large, rough hands were yanking him upright and tearing the quiver off his back. He made an aching sound of protest, but the noises around him were blurred and distorted and he wasn’t sure whether or not the Germani were talking to him or to each other or to Commodus. The dried-out pool seemed to melt the words around him, as if haunted by the water that once held, years of neglect turning a once loved place into a ghostly memory.
Something grabbed him by the chin and forced it upwards. Apollo stared at the face in front of his own, a pretty stab of colours that he was fairly certain he should recognise. It said something. He continued to stare, and it laughed. The back of his head felt wet.
The face pushed right into his own, and he felt torn between the desire to both tea raway and lean closer. Smug, victorious lips pressed onto his forehead, and he didn’t know whether to be mournful or relieved as they pulled away. Was it Commodus, kissing him? Why wasn’t he kissing his lips? Why couldn’t he just get it over with and gut him instead of whatever this was supposed to be?
A thumb dragged itself across his lip and Apollo tried to muster up the strength to struggle - flailing his arms, kicking his legs - but more hands than he could ever hope to fight locked him into a firm, bruising hold. He heard the laughter again, a delighted, deranged sound, and jerked one last time in a hopeless form of resistance.
He wished that he had stayed with Meg.
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thenewerhercules · 2 years
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RICK ABSOLUTELY DID LITYERSES DIRTY IN TDP.
So, Lityerses works for Commodus a majority of the book.
Commodus goes by 'The New Hercules'
YOU GUYS REALISE THAT IN THE ORIGINAL MYTH, LITYERSES GETS KILLED BY HERCULES, RIGHT?
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Nero, Caligula and Commodus could easily be Tumblr sexymen.
Evil
Wear suits
Bisexual
Problematic as can be
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moodyseal · 10 months
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The most relationship ever
(credit to @thesungod for the idea, always out there with the best inspo LMAO)
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What TOA taught me is that gods Do Not have red flags. Apollo could see a pretty dude doing homicide and think “Oh! What a fun little personality quirk” and twirl his hair and giggle. 
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I know Lester and Apollo are the same person, but felt like adding both
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callmesamuelxxx · 1 year
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ok i had to do it
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echo-stimmingrose · 11 days
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FUUUCCKKK My brain keeps thinking about Apollo and Commodus 😭
I want to write poetry over these two, everything about them is so beautifully tragic. The fact that it always had to end that way and Commodus knew in his last moments that it wasn't just a traitorous advisor who killed him but the love he had before he lost himself to the reign. The same love who promised him a blessing all those years ago.
Apollo, who didn't have the strength to keep up his disguise along with the weight of what he had to do. Apollo, who remembers the feeling of his love's neck in his hands, his last words, and every detail of his face as he drowned even thousands of years after. Apollo, who knew the man he fell for had to die but couldn't bear the thought of it being anyone's hands but his own to do it, leaving him with the burden of guilt even he, as an eternal god could never shake away.
Anyway, I'm having emotions and I'm pissed about it. I DIDN'T WANT TO OBSESS OVER THESE TWO DAM IT
I'm blaming @fanaticastrid THIS IS YOUR FAULT (it's not but I'm blaming you anyway),
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commodapolis · 11 days
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GUYS HOW DO I TURN OFF CAPS-LOCK
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apollosgiftofprophecy · 4 months
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UPDATED 1/29/24
this was inspired by @lubble-underscore's post and I decided to expand on the iceberg and see how much I could throw on it
thanks to the Discord server for filling in on things that didn't cross my mind! :D
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feel free to save and highlight what you know :3 Links to many of these things are below - some are not tho!
Tier 1 - do we even need to SAY anything?
pathetic little meow meow
bisexual
unreliable narrator
Tier 2 - surface level/easy to see
superiority/inferiority complex
bitchsexual (i mean... points to commodus)
raised chiron (see CHB Confidential)
Tier 3 - complete read-through/reread; taking first steps into fandom
breaks cycle of abuse
polldona
great with kids, actually (see Harley, Georgie, ect.)
ordered pizza to chb (see The Hidden Oracle)
domains contradict
best godly parent
still heavily affected by past lovers (see The Whole Series)
Tier 4 - digging a little deeper
love life isn't actually terrible
definitely tried to bang frey at least once (see that One throwaway line in The Hidden Oracle)
malewife malewhore manslaughter
broke up the beatles because paul jilted him (Discord)
sees the faces of primordial gods (see The Hidden Oracle)
copollo could have worked
catboy but cats are competition (See The Tyrant's Tomb; submitted by @trials-of-apollo-my-beloved)
freakishly high pain tolerance (See THE ENTIRE SERIES)
Tier 5 - holy shit we're on to something
that apollo & jesus fic (Discord)
knew hades had kids in TTC
pressured to be the perfect son
fatal flaw is love
not as close to hermes as he used to be
seahorsed kayla
patron of CHB
roman apollo au (Discord: Creator chronictheorizing)
Tier 6 - wait what. OH!
was forced to punish halcyon green
deathsong (Discord: Creator @txny-dragon) (addition)
kids are greek & roman
michael yew is most like him
brings change by being his true self and not the fake one (Submitted by @/txny-dragon)
laomedon is why he hates slavery (Discord: Creator @ukelele-boy)
intentionally made the orientation video to communicate info on the gods
Tier 7 - what the fuck did we get ourselves into
directed travis & conner to tartarus tongs
Apollo x Orion is peek hateship (Discord: Origin in Tsari's server during Eclipse)
unlocked heavenly prophecy powers during trials
dated oscar wilde and inspired the picture of dorian gray (Discord)
half-titan theory
tartarus regenerated him
imperial kids were meant to usurp the olympians
Tier 8 - we're in too deep but will never come out
knows estelle is omen of end of the world
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daisy-mooon · 6 months
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Taunt
Whumptober Day 13 and 14: "It comes and goes like the strength in your bones" and "Just hold on"
Sorry this is late and kinda short! I had an allergic reaction on Friday so I couldn't do day 13 :)
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"Just hold on, Apollo." Commodus taunts, like he isn't the reason he's bleeding out, like he isn't the one that's pinning him against a wall and twisting his arms until they could very much snap.
He kind of wants to snarl, but his throat is constricted and it comes across as more of a sob. He knows that if he were to get an inch of his godly strength back, he could very well kill him where he stands. He could incinerate him with a whisper. Smite him with a blink. But he's not a god and he doesn't have strength, and, the only thing he can do is weakly struggle against the Emperor's hold.
"We wouldn't you to get anymore hurt before your master gets here, would we?" His voice is honey laced with poison. The type that bees make by accident, and the type that kills people just looking to eat. The type that is poisoning Apollo right now, sinking into his skin and refusing to let him move anymore than he can.
His master… Meg. It's a trap and he's the bait. Although Apollo knows that Commodus is valuing him far more than he will ever value the stepdaughter Nero desperately wants back. The mad fire that burns through his eyes is every testament to the sickening worries of what he could do Meg, if he really tried to hurt her. Commodus has stopped twisting his arms at this point, happy enough to keep them pressed immobile against the wall with a strength he was never able to fully feel as a god, but is fully and devastatingly capable of feeling as a mortal.
"I intend on keeping her alive." Commodus comments idly. He turns to a single hand to keep him pinned and starts drifting the over across his collarbone, fingering the base of his exposed neck. Apollo tries not to whimper. The blood from his gut seems to gush ten times faster. "Though why Nero wants her, I don't know. She's rather useless. I may have to kill her-"
Cold rage floods his veins and before he fully recognises what's going on, he felt a fraction of his godly strength fire up and outwards, and he shoves with all his strength-
Commodus goes flying backwards, too surprised to scream. His entire body hits the floor at the same time and he collapses, immortal, not dead, but collapses nonetheless-
The stab wound in his gut doesn't slow or fasten and Apollo is left to clutch his hoodie's fabric around it as he stares gingerly at the pretty crumple ahead of him. He feels weaker than before, and he knows that there would be no hope of his godly power coming back again, today.
He stumbles down a different corridor in Commodus' headquarters to find Meg. He doesn't know if he can pass Commodus without stopping and collapsing next too him.
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