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then0rthernstar · 3 days

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I hate Odysseus of Ithaca sm. like who allowed this guy to return to Ithaca? get back to the sea, get stranded. bitch. /j

#hades #hades 2 #odysseus #fanart #doodle #grey hair cause i belive in old man supremacy 🫶

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axinite25 · 7 months

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Someone pointed out Nico is Zag's half-brother

#nico di angelo #zag #zagreus #hades #hades game #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #twink protecting twink supremacy #big brother mode #zagreus hades #rick riordan

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hopelesslyhopeful11 · 7 months

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Feysand: The TRUE and ONLY ACOTAR Hades and Persephone Retelling

For those who are unfamiliar with the story of Hades of Persephone, here is a little run down:

Hades aka God of Underworld and the Dead, God of Hidden Wealth, God of Darkness of Night, One of the Most Powerful Gods in Greek Mythology

Persephone aka Goddess of Spring, Goddess of the Underworld, Bringer/Goddess of Death, Goddess of Seasons

Hades was in love with Persephone and kidnaps abducts her to the Underworld while she was in blooming flowers

Hades tricks (or bargains) Persephone into spending a certain amount of time in the underworld

Persephone becomes the Goddess of The Underworld, a title that is equal to that of Hades who is one of the most powerful Gods and rules along side him which was a novel concept in Greek mythology

Since apparently this needs to be spelled out for certain people to stop proclaiming that their ship *cough cough Elriel couch cough* is the Hades and Persephone retelling, let’s go step by step into how Feysand is 100% SJM’s Hades and Persephone story:

Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court and the Most Powerful High Lord in History

Feyre, a bride of Spring, has all the powers of the High Lords (aka has all the powers of the seasons), and is High Lady of The Night Court

In the story of Feysand, Rhys is in love with Feyre and kidnaps her from Spring, a place of blooming flowers

Rhys tricked Feyre into a bargain so she has to spend time with him in his world for a certain amount of time

Feyre becomes Rhys’ equal as High Lady of the Night Court, something that is novel to their world

And before anyone says this is all up to interpretation, this line in ACOMAF literally exists:

SJM explicitly is saying Feysand in a Hades and Persephone retelling here and if you think otherwise, you’re just playing yourself.

And to those that are insistent that Elriel can still be a Hades and Persephone retelling, I’ll kindly remind you that one of your main arguments against Gwynriel is that you believe it won’t happen since it will be like Nessian 2.0. So which is it?

Elriel and Feysand are both a Hades and Persephone retelling and SJM will write the Feysand story 2.0 with Elriel including the same elements that you guys love to harp on?

Or SJM won’t do a retelling of the same story?

The hypocrisy.

Also friendly reminder: Persephone thrived in the darkness of the underworld and her name literally means bringer of death; Elain looks like she’s dead in the darkness of the night court, gets violently ill over death, and her name literally means light. She is a great many things, but she is not Persephone.

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punkeropercyjackson · 2 days

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Hades 2 is up and atem so it's time to finally speak my truth:✨️White streak Zagreus✨️He's Percy Jackson and Jason Todd so duh but also white streaks are a sign of death related things in characters and him and Hypnos can match <3 Also white streaks are hot and Zagreus is meant to be hot and it would add onto my 'Zagreus is Percy's pseudo-dad' agenda and i also really relate to Zag and i want a white streak for gender reasons.Frothing ghosty pink foam at the mouth as i write this btw

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leyrey · 1 year

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i can’t......

#nemesis #hades 2 #hades 2 nemesis #hades 2 fanart #hades fanart #art on tumblr #fanart #digital artist #artist on tumblr #digital art #buff women supremacy #SHE!!!

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capmangacap · 1 year

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#i believe in hades with long hair supremacy 🙏🏽🙌🏽#hades #zeus #lore olympus #rachel smythe #bre boswell #webcomic #webcomics #web comic #web comics #greek mythology #webtoons

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deadpoolsmom · 1 year

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I understand why people are drawing Melinoë as shorter than Zagreus in all their good art but as we don’t have an official height for her yet I think it would be extremely good and funny if Melinoë was actually taller than her brother

#big woman supremacy #let him maintain his short king status #also younger sister that’s taller is fun #hades 2 #hades game #zagreus #melinoë #melinoe

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vampirecatboy · 1 year

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there's only room for one ancient greek personification of a very goth concept in my life

#stuff and things #hades #hades II #thanatos hades #moros hades #this is jokes i love thanatos #but i do like moros' look more #long hair supremacy

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jasontoddssuper · 1 year

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Megzag is Girlboss x Malewife and so's Zagdusa but in Zagdusa,Zagreus is the Girlboss and Dusa is the Malewife.Hope this helps💕

#zagreus is a girlboss in a transmasc nonbinary way <3 #megzag #zagdusa #megzagdusa #megaera #zagreus #dusa #transmasc genderfluid dusa supremacy #trans megaera #trans zagreus #hades game #💌#letters from summer

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clem-chan · 11 months

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Flash Fic Weekend Event Part 1

organized by the @ino-supremacy server

Prompts: “It hurts.”/“I know.” & strawberry field

Title: Awakening

Pairing: GaaIno

Summary: The Lord of the Underworld picked his queen in a greenhouse the same way he would have picked a flower.

Rating: T

Word count: 491

Read it under the cut

In the greenhouse, there was no wind, but his robes billowed with each step.

Ino watched him through heavy lids. The humidity of the greenhouse lulled her mind, stretching past her defenses; she was dizzy, too relaxed, barely hanging on to the strong scent of soil and leaves.

At the back of her throat, Ino tasted rot. It drenched her. It drenched the air.

Gaara walked past her, and Ino rolled her shoulders back, tasting her sweat on her upper lip. Him. It was him who smelled of rot, she thought wildly, and her body sank deeper, her mind drifted.

A smile floated on his lips, fleeting.

And a part of her awoken briefly, terrified, gripping at her plants, clawing at reality.

Gaara’s fingers trailed on the table, fluttering, hunting. He hummed as he made his way between the potted plants, only pausing to admire the burst of colours of the flowers. Quietly to himself, he said the names of some of the plants before turning back his gaze toward her.

She fought against his gaze, and the overpowering rotting scent he carried.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she sucked in a deep breath. Weakly, her fingers searched behind her for support. They shook, they probed. They found nothing. She sat down. And down, and down.

Her feet went through the ground, soil piled up on top of her.

She startled awake again, and again, griping at a drifting soil, her nails biting, black. In front of her, Gaara was now inches from her, towering over her. His pale eyes expanded, swallowing her whole.

“It hurts,” Ino mumbled through ashen lips, shivering, tears rimming her eyes.

She could feel herself dying, her body half-way through the ground. The soil shifted, ceding and receding, and it pulled and pushed and crushed her.

“I know,” Gaara said gently, and his hand pushed her farther down, to the underworld.

Later, when Ino woke up, she was lying in a field of strawberries, her lips puckered, reddened. She could almost still taste the strawberries on her tongue.

She turned her head, her vision whirling. The sky was wrong, too red. The soil was too dry, only the strawberries moved, while the rest was terribly still.

The wind caught the overwhelming scent of strawberry, shaking the rooted limbs of the plants, agitating their leaves.

Ino blinked.

She barely remembered her greenhouse; it pierced through her mind in flickers, a distant dream.

Her hands curled by her sides, digging through the soil.

Ino looked down at them. They were sticky, painfully red, from the juice of the strawberries she had eaten. She raised her hands to her face, blocking out a blackened sun, and when she did, darkness fell upon her and the strawberries.

“Welcome to the Underworld,” Gaara said, by her head.

She shivered as he combed through her long golden hair.

“This is your home now,” he added, and Ino’s soul flicked out of existence.

#ino supremacy #ino yamanaka #gaara #gaaino #rare pairs #gaara x ino yamanaka #my fanfics #ficlet #hades and persephone retelling #queue: flash fic weekend event

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dewi205 · 2 years

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Nico di Angelo Headcanons/Fic Prompts

- sometimes he sings Hazel to sleep

—— like Italian lullabies or idk Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift

- his eyes are actually gold like Hazels but it looks dark because his hair is always in his face

- when Nico is tired or just waking up he calls Hades “papa” or “padre”, Persephone “mamma Seph”, Thanatos “Uncle Than”, and Cupid “the b*tch”

- he likes wearing a small half man bun (with his shoulder length hair) when training

- he sees Lester (mortal Apollo) once in Camp and immediately tosses a wad of cash toward his head and sprints away

—— Lester starts chasing him screaming “ANGELLL!!”

- when he was in Tartarus and about to be put in a jar he bit one of the titans that put him in the jar and ripped a chunk of flesh off one of the titans’ hand, he kept the flesh in his mouth and rationed some of the meat to eat before eating the pomegranate seeds

—— he has always been eating meat raw-ish (it comes from his mothers side of the family)

—— baby has adorable sharp as fuck canines, comes from his mother

- it’s impossible for anyone to lie to Nico because there are no lies in death and shadows (it’s what Nico uses to judge souls), death consumes everything and Nico is The Prince so the only other person higher than his authority is Hades and Persephone, even Demeter needs to do as he asks when they’re in the Underworld

—— (Solangelo) Apollo is also the god of truth so if Will inherits that trait as well then the Will/Nico is just the most brutally honest couple that acts as judge, jury, and executioner at camp

- he is ambidextrous, so is Leo

—— as another way to commemorate his first human friend he learnt how to use Jason’s gladius and duel wields his sword and the galdius

—— he fights and texts at the same time

- Nico is absolutely horrible at archery but basically forced multiple archery experts (no one was spared, he asked dead people, gods, and living) to teach him their skills

—— as a way of coping with Bianca’s decision to leave him for Artemis

- one summer the heat actually became so ridiculous Jason walked up to Nico during breakfast, picked him up and put Nico on his lap to cuddle with an ice pack

—— Nico was only okay with it because it was so early in the morning he couldn’t work up the anger needed to shove Jason off (or eat, Jason ended up feeding him)

- the gods really want to make Nico immortal because he manages to keep relative peace in Olympus, and let’s be real, they can’t do shit without Nico and Hades smacking some sense into them

- sometimes when he’s REALLY happy and excited he doesn’t smile he just wiggles his toes, it’s always hidden under his shoes so no one can tell when he’s happy but yeah —— when he’s talking about mythomagic but restraining his enthusiasm he does toe wiggles

- Nico came out of the war with Gaea with Marie Antoinette syndrome, half of his hair turned white during his 3-day stay in the infirmary the night after they got his shadow traveling thing settled —— people saw his gold eyes during that time as well so people genuinely thought he ascended and became his namesake—an angel —— he meticulously dyes his hair black because he thinks the white hair means his body succumbed to weakness due to stress, Nico doesn’t like when his body betrays him like that (his partners are getting him to work on it)

- Hades and Persephone call Nico “Niccolò” and Mr.D calls him “Nico” ( no one knows why Nico is his favorite)

- he never grows taller, but Hazel also never grows taller, Hades children now forever exist as tiny and cute

- Nico can activate small parts of his Roman aspect as well, but it’s like really derpy (when he wants money he gets a diamond launched at him)

—— when Nico and Bianca were children Nico once really wanted this chocolate bar but didn’t have money so he wished reeeaaallly hard for money and was showered in like $20 in euros, dollars, yen, etc (he jumped like a startled cat, went up like 5 feet istg)

I don’t write fics or draw but if someone wants to use my headcanon please do there is no need to ask.

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beatrice-babe · 7 months

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Ran this on 5-heat with 100% more enemies (the Hard Labor option), using the Twin Fists with the max-level Aspect of Gilgamesh. I’ve been trying to do an under-20-minutes Hades run, so this is incredibly satisfying

#hades game #hades #living my life #I don’t do speedrun stuff like. as a Thing.#but I have all the achievements so now I’m just finding my own goals in the game #yes I am thriving it’s so good #fighting with fists supremacy spear is a close second and everything else? literally why.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 4 months

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Can I request another Anya!Reader if that’s okay?

After watching Princess and the Frog, she looks at Apollo, telling him even if he was a frog she wouldn’t kiss him, instead she would throw him off a bridge (Who’s cackling at her brutal honesty and lack of regard to Apollo’s feelings)

I believe in the Bullying Apollo Supremacy 😂🛐

-Your eyes were bright and sparkly, watching a princess movie, The Princess and the Frog, with your family all around you, as it was your turn to pick a movie for family night.

-The music and the story were both beautiful and you couldn’t help but smile brightly the whole way through. Your family did enjoy the movie, but seeing your smiling face is what made it really memorable.

-As the credits were rolling, Apollo, who was on his belly next to you, turned, beaming brightly, “Y/N~ if I was a frog would you turn me back with a kiss?”

-Your face was that of disgust, turning your nose up, “Eww- no! I hate frogs!” your answer quickly got many of them laughing, hearing your blunt response.

-Apollo then tried again, “What if you knew it was me- you would rescue me, wouldn’t you?” you turned, eyes unwavering, completely serious, “If any of you were frogs I would toss you off a bridge into a river- I wouldn’t want you near me.”

-Can’t breathe because he’s laughing too hard.

-Loki, Leonidas, Zeus, Shiva, Raiden, and Buddha

-Couldn’t help but smile, at least you were honest.

-Odin, Thor, Lu Bu, Kojiro, Poseidon, Hades, Adam, Beelzebub, Nikola, Jack, and Hercules

-Hurt by your lack of willingness to help if they were ever turned into a frog.

-Ares and Apollo

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micah-drew · 5 months

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Record of Ragnarok: How Many…

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How many shots will it takes for me to hookup with the ROR characters? Let’s find out!

Einherjar

Lü Bu: A GOOD…SIX I THINK? I don’t have much reasoning other than I’m pretty sure he bites

Adam: none, because it’s not happening!

Kojiro Sasaki: Uhh, 7?? grandpa doesn’t need to break a hip today

Jack The Ripper: I think 7 again? It just makes sense to me

Raiden Tamemoon: 3 for confidence, praying he doesn’t crush me

Buddha: pass, sorry

Qin Shi Huang: 2 for confidence, yeah

Nikola Tesla: 1 for confidence HE IS SO FINE OH MY LO

Leonidas: 3 for confidence because oh my lord, WHAT A MAN

Soji Okita: pass

Michel Nostradamus: blackout. deadass I need to be fully blackout for a CHANCE

Sakata Kintoki: pass, again

Simo Häyhä: probably not gonna hookup, but I’ll give him a little kiss on the cheek!

Gods

Thor: I THINK 7…NOT GONNA LIE IM A LITTLE INTIMIDATED..

Zeus: PASS. NOT HAPPENING N

Poseidon: probably 7, I feel like he’d insult me the whole time for taking so much shots but iTS FINEEE

Heracles: 2, for confidence. he’s like a teddy bear I think

Shiva: UHH…7, yeah 7 seems good

Hajun: pass.

Hades: 3 for confidence, thank you and we move on

Beelzebub: I love him, but probably 9 or close to blackout I’m gonna be fully honest

Apollo: 2 for confidence, why is everyone in this round so fine

Loki: PASS.

Hermes: I think 4?? yeah 4 seems good

Ares: pass, sorry bestie

Adamas: pass

Odin: IMMEDIATE PASS THIS GREASY MOTHERF

Aphrodite: 2 for confidence

Valkyries

Randgriz: I think 2 is good personally, no reason other than I’m shy

Reginleif: pass

Hrist: SOBER. FULLY SOBER OH MY LORD

Thrud: 1 for confidence! I like when tall women…

Göndul: 1 for confidence, again. can we kiss now

Geirölul: …fully sober or 1 for confidence, because oh my GOD WHAT A WOMAN PLEASE I AM ON MY KN- *coughs* sorry the demons won uh

Brunhilde: 3 for confidence

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Why did I do this instead of actually writing? I don’t know

Anyways Geirölul supremacy—

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kidcosmonaut · 5 months

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I’m at One With the Silence — Luke Castellan x f!Reader — Part One

Description: Luke learns sign language in order to get to know you, the silent, angry daughter of Apollo. Warnings: canon-typical violence, injury Word Count: 1.2k A/N: The reader character in this fic is mute and uses ASL! Descriptions of signs will be used, but it's super duper hard to describe hand signs with text, and I'm not a fluent signer myself, so don't use this as a learning device. Also, I have no idea how many parts this will be yet. Let's say three? Four, maybe.

Part One ☆ Part Two →

Luke wasn’t generally one to people-watch, but this was… a sight.

Your hands were balled into fists as you stormed out of Apollo’s cabin, the sound of a dozen talented singers battling for supremacy spilling out behind you. You were saying — mouthing — something, your lips moving a mile a minute. You cut through the center of camp like hellhounds were on your ass and, as you approached the edge of a hill, bent down to pick up… a pile of pebbles.

Luke watched. Maybe it was the anger in him that enjoyed the anger in you. Maybe he was just curious what your problem was, or what you meant to do with the pebbles. Maybe he liked what the sunset did to your face. He watched.

You began tossing — no, hurling — the tiny rocks at the sky. The sun, he realized; you were looking right at it, a feat only the children of Apollo could pull off without going blind. You were throwing rocks at the sun.

Not hard to figure out the meaning of that.

Your lips kept moving as you attempted this small act of violence against your father, your jaw wild as though you were shouting, and when you ran out of pebbles to throw, you’d move your hands, too, as though by sweeping them wider, you could sign louder. And then you’d dip down again, scoop up more, and repeat.

If Apollo cared at all, if he even noticed his daughter’s rage, he didn’t show it. The sun kept setting, and no one came.

The gods were deaf to their children. Luke knew that better than anyone.

He kept watching, even as you tired of throwing rocks at gods and shuffled off — still away from your cabin, he noted. Not tired enough to go back there.

He didn’t know why you were angry.

Oh, he could guess. It couldn’t have been easy, the fall from grace; going from your father’s favorite child — the gods all picked favorites, it was only the less honest ones who pretended that wasn’t true — to just another in the pile mustn’t have felt good, especially for you, the demigod who gave everything.

But was that it? Was that why you hated your father? Because Hades had silenced you?

Your voice had been beautiful, for whatever ‘had been’ was worth. Luke had only heard you sing once before it was ripped from you, but he remembered being mesmerized.

You were fourteen then, too. It was your second — maybe third, he wasn’t sure, he didn’t know you personally — summer at Camp Halfblood, and his first. He’d been shy, not that anyone remembered that now, and he hadn’t spoken to much of anyone other than those who slept in Hermes cabin, let alone pretty girls with older, meaner boyfriends. But he’d been dragged to a bonfire party by an older brother of his, and you were there, with your guitar and your sunbeam smile.

Luke had never liked old music. His mother had all these dusty records that she’d put on and dance to like they were the only things that made sense, but they never made sense to him. If the lyrics had meaning, he didn’t get them, or at least couldn’t relate, not like the nu metal he’d ripped onto his mp3 player.

But you were singing something that night, a Prince song he’d heard before, and on your lips, the words made sense. They were beautiful, even.

He could still see it, the light flickering across your face, your fingers moving fast as light against the strings. You were talented with your guitar, too, though he hadn’t caught sight or sound of the thing since the quest that took your voice, either. The way you played reminded him of the mariachi bands he’d seen on the New York subways — hard to believe a person could pluck so fast.

And you sang. He could still hear it, too — When Doves Cry. It was different, of course, acoustic and melancholy, but the song was the same.

He must have been staring. You must have noticed.

You were coming towards him. He didn’t think anything of it at first; you twirled, you danced, you walked.

“Touch, if you will, my stomach. Feel how it trembles inside.”

And then you were in front of him, so close, and looking him in the eye, and his breath caught. You seemed to almost smirk at that.

“You’ve got the butterflies all tied up. Don’t make me chase you,” you sang, to him. “Even doves have pride.”

And then you turned away from him, like it had been a blip, like you had never been looking at him at all. You danced on.

“How could you just leave me standin’, alone in a world that’s so cold? Maybe I’m just too demandin’—” you grinned there, head turned up to the sky— “maybe I’m just like my father, too bold.”

And then your eyes changed, cast out to the lake, like your mind was elsewhere. “Maybe I’m just like my mother, she’s never satisfied. Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like when doves cry.”

The next day, you embarked on your quest. You did well, too — returned a week and a half later with the item you were sent to steal back from Hades. Hades the place, it turned out, but not the god himself; it was Persephone who had stolen one of your father's precious sunbeams. She'd missed the sunlight in her months down below, she told you, and took it to keep herself warm. An understandable desire, certainly, but it'd lead to snow in the Sahara and summer blizzards in Boston. She gave it back over without a fight, but her husband hadn't smiled upon you sneaking into his domain.

If it weren’t for one of his furies catching you just outside the barrier and digging its claws into your throat, they’d have marked it down as a flawless victory.

The staff managed to save your life, but not your vocal chords. When summer came to an end, they said they commended you for your sacrifice, as though you’d had a choice.

Maybe it really wasn’t that big a deal; half the kids in camp were willing to die in service of the gods, and given that you’d collected more quests than beads, you were probably in that number. But then, dying is different than surviving with a disability. Not worse, but different. What kid actually considers the limb when they’re risking life and limb? What risks would one take if they had to live with the consequences?

Worse yet, as far as he could tell, your daddy never called you back afterwards. No ‘thank you’s for the maimed daughter, no more gifts. Insult to injury, used and discarded.

He’d throw rocks at the guy, too.

Which brought him back to that moment, alone in the settling darkness. You were gone by then, off somewhere, likely pushing your anger aside for something you considered more productive, though Luke couldn’t begin to guess what that would be. He didn’t know you, still.

He might like to, though. Perhaps the two of you could be… allies. That thing inside him that burned, that he hid… he could, potentially, share it with someone who felt the same.

Feel free to reply or send an ask to join my taglist!

#☆ — story #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #reader insert #☆ — i'm at one with the silence

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captorsicallfriends · 2 months

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why pjo's portrayal of the greek gods is fucked up and how it's affected perceptions surrounding ancient Greece.

*breaks down the door to your inbox with an axe*

start talking now oh my god I want to hear your hot take so bad. I've been interested in religious studies (primarily the Hellenistic and early Roman religious atmosphere (of course acknowledging that the word religion is post-Enlightenment and conceives of supernatural belief as a subjective individual belief, which is inconsistent with how supernatural matters were dealt with in the Ancient world) and how they intersect with early Christianity and proto-Christianity) and I've been fascinated with the Greek gods and I need your hot take on why their portrayal is wrong and leads to incorrect assumptions about Ancient Greece.

oh you bet your bottom dollar i will talk about this. true to the post from which this originated, i will prep no material and all this is off the top of my head so don't quote me!

If you follow my Greek mythology sideblog, you'll know i am unequivocally a Zeus defender. Now I can make a million posts about Zeus alone but I will take a more holistic approach on the gods in general and the perception of Ancient Greece.

The West has been obsessed with Ancient Greece for centuries: the culture, philosophy, history, mythology, mathematical and scientific advancements, and much more. Now it's one thing to take interest in a country's history or a historical era; it is completely another to claim it as your own and make it an ideal state of life to achieve, because if you know literally anything about Ancient Greece, it was anything but. What I'm trying to say here is that Ancient Greek culture has been commodified, glorified, rewritten, and reclaimed by the West when it was never theirs to do so. I've often seen this sentiment expressed by Greeks about their homeland: "The history comes first, the people second." I think a prime modern example of this mindset was when same-sex marriage was legalised in Greece, which was a huge step forward for an Orthodox country with an extensive history of homophobia, but people outside of Greece began making jokes of Greece "returning to their own values" (referring to Ancient Greek practices of pederasty which is hugely problematic and not at all representative of any gay rights if you know what it entails) and people excited to "finally hold lesbian weddings in Lesbos" (signifying the West's perception of Greece as simply a tourist hotspot and not a country with an intricate history and culture). In short, Greece is already unfairly used for the West's agenda of glorification and attempts to build itself a culture that frankly isn't theirs at all.

Now, how does this involve pjo? A lot, my friends, a fucking lot. The publication and popularity of the Percy Jackson series has simply exacerbated all the aforementioned issues in this post. First off, the worldbuilding on which The Lightning Thief relied and the rest of the series ultimately holds is that "Olympus moves with the centre of Western power", which is just. Wow. There are a million things wrong with this concept that would need its own post, so I recommend this article called The Whitening Thief that essentially explains the white supremacy of it all. If you do not want to read the full article, the main premise is that the Percy Jackson series equates Westernism with civilisation and that without it there was "chaos and darkness", which as Paule describes it, is "sipping at a pretty racist cocktail".

note: I have realised how aggressively off-topic this is to the original statement I made, I'm getting there, I promise (although I did warn you it was something I could talk on for hours with little material)

Let's finally delve into the depiction of Greek gods in Percy Jackson. I'll actually start on a bit of a positive note that apart from the weird (for lack of a better term) comparisons of Hades to Adolf Hitler, the original Percy Jackson and the Olympians had some okay characterisation of the gods (I have some reservations about the goddesses on which I will elaborate later). They're prideful and neglectful parents (the myths actually contradict that latter part but I digress) but each with their own complexities and concerns. To use Zeus as an example because he's actually the god who falls short the most in terms of consistent characterisation in my opinion, he lets Percy live in TLT "for the sake of peace in [his] family", indicating a care and sense of duty for Olympus and for his fellow gods, and while he lets his pride and paranoia get the better of him at times, he is shown as a serious authority figure and someone who's trying to keep his realm together, and such characteristics wouldn't be too far off from his mythical counterpart.

But as the series progresses, either Rick got lazy or he attempted to further capitalise his work to make it more palpable, he turns the gods into caricatures by excessively inflating one characteristic they may have into their entire personalities. Returning to Zeus, his paranoia is amplified to an absurd extent that one can simply not fathom why the gods would be the better option than the Titans. As I said initially, he had bouts of paranoia that would be almost normal for someone with such a powerful position, but this is completely derailing any connection with his mythological counterpart, he may as well be an OC with the same name and title as him. To use other gods as an example because I promised a holistic approach and I have seemed to only talk about Zeus (sorry!), the writing of the goddesses Hera, Artemis, Aphrodite, and Athena is simply misogynistic. I'm sorry, there is no other way I can find myself to describe it. Typically feminine goddesses Hera and Aphrodite are extremely demonised and condemned for their flaky and vain attitude; Hera is the evil stepmother archetype and Aphrodite ultimately becomes weak and useless. The "virgin" (quotations referring to Athena) goddesses Artemis and Athena also don't seem to extend past superficial, unoriginal characteristics like being a vehement man-hater who kicked out two sapphics from the Hunt and a goddess who Rick stops at nothing to render her a horrible parent and person (using the Roman myth of Medusa, exaggerating her prideful nature, etc) respectively. And you cannot tell me they're not misogynistic portrayals because just a few minutes on pjo tiktok will show you just how many times Hera is referred to as a bitch (keep my wife's name out of your fucking mouth!!). Then there is TOA and COTG, which makes me want to cry just thinking about Zeus' portrayal there (yes we're going back there). The god who was consistently thought of as a gracious, protective saviour of the people in Ancient Greece (full list of epithets of Zeus, read at your leisure) is an abusive autocratic tyrant?

To go back onto the topic, how do Riordan's works affect the overall perception of Ancient Greece? Well, as I said before, it contributes to the white supremacist view of Ancient Greece as the epitome of civilisation and the glorification of the era, but it also turns Ancient Greece into a fandom to an extreme extent. Now, obviously, I'm not talking about people with a healthy obsession with Ancient Greek history and Mythology (myself included) who like to engage in content about it. I'm talking about people who claim Ancient Greece as an extension of Western, mostly American culture, and ultimately engage in a form of cultural appropriation that strips Greeks of their own history and narrative. This includes writing 'feminist' retellings of Greek myths, taking Riordan's (inaccurate) readings of the mythology as indisputable fact, and removing the myths from their historical and cultural context. People forget that much of these myths were stories written for entertainment and take them as a sort of Hellenic Bible (which delves into the Christianisation of Greek Mythology but that's a whole other post). In short, Westerners think they can do whatever the fuck they want with Greek mythology and Greek gods because they think it's theirs with which to play around, ultimately ignoring the country, history, and the culture from which they actually originate, and it's thanks to Rick Riordan that this attitude has blown up to an insane extent.

*sighs* Thank you for coming to my TedTalk and I seriously admire you if you made it this far.

#diya answers #i wrote all this instead of doing the pile of homework i have so yeah enjoy #sunset-telepath #rr crit

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