#live hades reaction

[thaliasthunder]

currently wondering what hades gonna think when his son, the boy who was always like "percy this, percy that", shows up in his realm handed by a boy w sun in his hair and flip flops in his feet saying "hey dad this is my boyfriend"

#live hades reaction #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo #hoo #percy jackson #nico di angelo x will solace #solangelo #pjo/hoo #tsats #the sun and the star #mark oshiro #rick riordan #riordanverse

[gildeddlily]

EPISODE 7!!!!!

(spoilers ofc)

-"son of poseidon and murderer of travelers" *silly elevator music*

-"our parents make it so hard, stretching us and twisting us and" and I didn't know I could empathize with him of all people but again this show is something else!!! aaaand he's dead!!!

-THEY DIDN'T KILL HIM WHAT

-the french national anthem?

-SALLY AND KID PERCY

-the underworld is so cool like what

-LITTLE PERCY NOT GETTING THE REFERENCE AND THEN ANNABETH NOT GETTING THE SAME REFERENCE EITHER

-i hope they're don't cut the "I want an higher salary" scene

-SILLY MUSIC AGAIN???? THAT'S THE FUCKING HADES

-"you're not dead" "I mean *shrug" we're all dying🥰🥰"

-"you can buy a new whistle" PERCY

-they cut the "I want an higher salary to buy expensive italian suits" scene💔

-MY DARLING CERBERUS IS HERE oh my fucking god he's so cool what is this

-he just wants cuddles!!!!! and he almost ate Grover BUT HE JUST WANTS CUDDLES

-HADES I'M ABOUT TO SEE MY MAN I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MY MAN grover what do you mean you lost the pearl WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S IN THE DOG

-"you're not getting left behind... period 😘"

-IS HE TRYING TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF AGAIN

-what is this WHO ARE THESE QUEENS regrets? I'm smelling angst

-annabeth angst? again? more? leave her alone

-NOW SHE'S TRYING TO SACRIFICE HERSELF

-19 minutes is that bastard kronos ab to show up?? I don't want him to!!!

-knonos' pit and Grover almost falling in it? that was fucking scary (the way they adapted it? perfect)

-THE BOLT? NOW?

-"zeus is just gonna have to wait" i couldn't possibly explain just how much I love Grover

-little percy is making me cry. like genuinely cry. "why are you trying so hard to get rid of me? I would never do this to you" SHE ISN'T DARLING PLEASE how the hell can this boy make cry every two minutes

-minute 24, going crazy 😊🔥

(made a downtown abbey pause!!!) (like three hours) (here again!!!)

-IM ABOUT TO SEE MY MAN

-HERE HE IS

-why is he so silly

-i thought it was Persephone bc of the heels 😭

-"uh?" IM CRYING

-his reaction at kronos' name- won't say anything else- his daddy issues and eyebrows are what made it for me

-"I'll protect you, you and your mother. and the goat" come on dude

-what is sally doing I'm sorry IS THIS POSEIDON

-this is actually heartbreaking. sally asking him if he wants to see Percy and then quiet and then fucking thunder. and the way he said "you're his mother" knowing that his fucked up dna will never compare to what sally gave percy- everything she had and I just can't. I can't. loved the way they wrote them. i hate you rick but you're a good writer

-ARES I LOVE YOU BUT PLEASE

#pjo #percy jackson spoilers #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson tv show #sally jackson #live reaction #hades pjo #poseidon pjo

[imaginita-est-omnibus]

Twelve towers around the peak of the mountain for the twelve Olympian gods!

#in general these sweeping shots of Olympus look epic #was it this or something else where Hades was a poor reflection of Olympus? #either way I want to compare the two side-by-side #percy jackson #pjo #pjotv #percy jackon and the olympians #pjotv live reactions #percy jackson disney+ #pjotv spoilers

[scentedluminarysoul]

#hades #zagreus #thanatos #live lucius reaction #me: i kinda ship them #the game:

[cross-armageddon]

i just saw someone interact with one of the pjo posts and HOLY SHIT, i do not know how to tell you this!! but that hyperfixation is over due to lack of inspiration AND the fact I got a whole ass boost to work on Prima art!!

whoopsie doo

but something huge is upon us tho, so heehee

#i just find it a little silly #live reaction “YOU ARE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS” #“THAT SHIT IS OVER LMAOOOO” #i would try to draw the ares ranmaru and hades ikuo but too bad #im drawing them in different things

[vagabond-umlaut]

tryst, too tempest

Icarus fell for loving the Sun.

You will, for loving your lover.

▸ trueform!sukuna x wife!reader; 1.1k wc; comprises of elements inspired by the tale of 'hades and persephone' & 'fall of icarus'; warning: sukuna is sukuna, so expect the expected [mentions of violence, murder, cannibalism]; warning 2.0: the reader is not very keen to leave or not love her husband; uraume is the BEST WINGPERSON none of you two ever deserved but still got; FLUFF & ANGST & A MADLY DEVOTED LOVE YOU AND SUKUNA FEEL FOR EACH OTHER

▸ belongs to the series 'mine? yes, mine.' – same universe as the work 'six seeds, like rubies...' — but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!

▸ i don't own the characters, the image or the divider used. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

Foul winds howl through the land, the first year of your life as one Ryomen Sukuna's wife.

Servants cower before you the moment your shadow falls within their field of vision, yet their gaze stays steeped in pity and envy the entire time it remains trained on your feet. Grocers mumble to one another, eyes looking away when you move to look at the things in their shops. Even the very flora and fauna, you loved so much growing up, writing poems on them from the day you knew how to pen a poem– even the same flora and fauna feels so foreign to you—

"You do realize your importance to Master, don't you?"

Uraume's quiet question floats in through your thoughts, much akin a gentle breeze creating small ripples over the water surface. You smile. "Given how I haven't been eaten by him or sent to be murdered by his subordinate curses, I think I do."

Emotion, too similar to humor, flits across the mien of your husband's loyal follower — you decide not to think much of it. Too many days of having only them as someone to speak to, outside of requesting for a second serving of the soup or asking for the cost of yukata, has led to you imagining a smile on a person who is famous for their poker face. Shaking your head, you return to your poems, the quill fluttering over the roll of parchment you found lying at the breakfast today morning, and let out a content sigh — only for your peace of mind to be broken by the bursting of a guard into the garden, appearing too terrorstruck to utter a single coherent word.

It takes you nothing save one glance, moving from him to Uraume to your ink-stained fingers, before you find yourself keeping the papers on the ground beside and rising, feet breaking into a hasty giddy run down the corridors of the palace to the throne room where, certainly enough–

"I was under the impression you've run away in the extra while I spent sleeping, wife."

The world around you comes to a dead stop as the visage of Sukuna comes into your line of sight; you feel your heart skip two beats then begin a thundering rhythm against your ribcage.

Four years ago, if someone were to tell you there is someone who is going to free you from the gilded cage you were forced to call 'home', is going to share with you his name and is going to be the reason you will ponder the meaning of love, you would have given them a second of your time before walking away with a polite excuse.

One year before, if someone were to tell you there is someone who is going to free you from the gilded cage you were forced to call 'home', is going to share with you his name and is going to be the reason you will ponder the meaning of love, you would have huffed a quiet laugh. The first two have already come to pass (with too many lives lost and too many lives threatened) — yet the very last prediction? You would have considered it to be highly improbable, if not outright impossible.

Yet, now, if someone were to tell you the same three things, you think you wouldn't have shown much of a reaction. You would have simply turned to that 'someone' mentioned in the prediction, and gazed and gazed and gazed–

"I left the roll of parchment you bought for Mistress at the breakfast table, just as you asked, Master," Uraume's voice cuts your thoughts into half and you twist to catch them offer you both a very deep bow before hurrying out, to the left towards the kitchen, four baskets full of radishes in their arms.

You look back at your husband, only to find him seated stiffly on his throne, eyes landing anywhere but you. Stifling a giggle, you tilt your head to the side.

"Why do you act so embarrassed, my king?" you ask, stepping a timid step towards him, then another. Gleaming ruby eyes dart to your face then to your approaching feet. Something tingles through your veins. Climbing the stairs leading to him, you hum, smiling, "I don't think it's embarrassing – quite the opposite, in fact. To me, giving one's wife a thoughtful gift as that... it seems quite adorable to me."

"Be careful of your words, woman," the King of Curses growls, rising and taking a large menacing step in your direction; your smile grows intentionally too innocent, which does apparently nothing to quell his increasing fury: the precise outcome you've been wishing so fervently for.

He pulls you by the waist, flush to himself and lowers his lips close to yours, tantalizingly so. He smells very strongly of those bath salts you bought from a travelling merchant three moons back; faintly of blood and death, of the priest he diced last night after dinner — you wonder if you're worthy to be called a human, after finding the curse you have sworn yourself to forever, so terribly dear despite these.

Certainly not — but you reckon you're too far gone to care anyways, so you stop wondering such things – and lift yourself on your tiptoes to brush your lips with your husband's, then pull away a touch, words leaving your lips in a breathy whisper.

"What if I'm not careful with my words? What will you do then, hm? Will you devour me like the monster everyone says you are? Or, will you throw me away like everyone warns me you will one day– when you find someone prettier, smarter, better than me, huh?"

Two moments pass in pin-drop silence between the two of you.

Barking a noisy guffaw, Sukuna weaves his fingers through your hair, still damp from the bath you took a short time ago, and plants a deep kiss to your lips. Then parts his lips from yours, although a mere hair's breadth away, and grins, features teeming with that exotic species of malevolence you never saw yourself regarding to be charming.

Until your gaze met with his, one fated evening, that is.

Your nails dig crescents into the broad muscles of his shoulders.

Your lover's grin sharpens. "Let time tell the tale— yes, my queen?"

The next morning, you find a dozen or so heads waiting for you at the breakfast table, severed by a neat slice at the root of their neck– eyes and mouths which once looked down on your wedding with the King, frozen forever now in a scream of terror.

Forsaking the wonted theme of nature, you decide to pen a poem on scathing, soothing love, instead.

or... everyone: your husband is a despicable monster!!! you: uh-huh everyone: he might leave you for someone better!!! you: uh-huh everyone: you better not stay in this union anymore. you: nuh-nuh. i'm so gonna stay and love and fuck my hubby <3

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[eyepatchcrow]

i’ve been obsessed with hadestown for years now and finally got to see it yesterday on the west end, so here is a non-exhaustive, mostly in order list of things i loved:

- hermes ‘aiiiight’ ing the audience at the start

- the fates looking offended when hermes says they’re all dressed the same

- orpheus getting distracted and forgetting to greet the audience as he’s introduced

- irish orpheus and midlands eurydice healed something in me

- the fates all the time always, actually

- persephone and eurydice’s little moment of connection as persephone tells her to take what she can and make the most of it

- the trombonist dancing with the chorus during his solo

- orpheus and the cast looking out to the audience in a beat of silence as they toast the world we live in now

- everybody collectively gagging at the wine

- eurydice pushing orpheus right across the stage as she sings how she wants to hold him tight

- orpheus swooping in and popping up like a meerkat between hades and eurydice when she draws his attention

- hades putting on his dark glasses in order to immediately take them off at eurydice in hey little songbird

- eurydice holding the coins/ticket to hell out to hermes twice during chips are down and hermes only taking them on the third time

- hermes and persephone flirting at the start of act 2

- persephone not sharing her hip flask and hermes acting all offended until she gives them some

- every reference to hermes’ gender is gone

- hermes

- melanie la barrie

- hades’ slutty little strut on the revolve

- the absolute raw grief and anger and desperation in if it’s true, dónal absolutely killed it

- hades dad dancing

- hades burying his face in persephone’s shoulder after they reconcile

- orpheus’ adorable delighted ‘yes!!’ after eurydice tells him he’s done it

- the chorus’s cute af reaction when orpheus ’proposes’ eurydice to walk home with him

- orpheus’ fidgety, reaching hands as he walks and doubts (devastating)

- the centre of the revolve dropping away the MOMENT orpheus turns, almost before he’s actually set eyes on her. she’s already gone

- orpheus’ voice break on eurydice’s name as she vanishes (DEVASTATING)

- orpheus just sobbing by the gaping hole where eurydice’s gone as the theatre is in total silence (SHOOT ME ALREADY)

- the stage being set in the last minutes to match how it was when the show began. we’re really going to sing it again, aren’t we. there’s nothing else to be done

also do NOT get me started on the set and lighting design bc holy shit you guys it was PHENOMENAL. i so want to see it again to look for all the little details i inevitably missed

#hadestown #hadestown uk #hadestown west end #dónal finn #grace hodgett young #melanie la barrie #zachary james #gloria onitiri

[vivwritesfics]

Dreaming Of It All

One particularly bad crash lands her in hospital, out for the count. Max, Lando and Charles visit her every single day. While she's out the reader lives several different lives. The one thing they all have in common? Her boys

Max Verstappen x Reader, Lando Norris x reader, Charles Leclerc x reader

The First Part The Second Part

"We've tried Harry Potter and Marvel. What's next?" Lando asked as he sat on the end of the hospital bed.

Charles shrugged his shoulders. He had read all of the Harry potter books and, as far as he was aware, she hadn't had any reaction to them. He didn't know what was happening in her head, the delusions she was living out.

"What was that book series she was always reading while we were karting?" Max said suddenly. "She was obsessed. She'd start reading it as soon as we were off the track," he said.

Charles's eyebrows were furrowed as he thought. "Wait," he muttered. "You mean Percy Jackson?"

He and Lando were out searching for copies of the Percy Jackson books that afternoon.

***

"What're we doing here?" She asked as she walked with Lando and Charles, her arm linked through Max's. "And, where are we?"

Max chuckled. "What do you mean? We're at the track," he said.

Nothing was very clear. Team names and logos were a blur. "Wait, Max," she called softly and he stopped walking, allowing her a chance to look around. But it was as if as soon as she looked away from something, she forgot about all of the details.

There was a car, a red one. She couldn't see much more than the colours. It didn't look like a regular car, but it was incredibly familiar as it came racing towards them at impossible speeds. "Max!" She cried and tried to pull him out of the path.

But he stayed where he was and held her tight, keeping her in the path of the speeding race car. Suddenly it wasn't a car. it was transformed into a bull. The Cretan Bull.

She reached for her sword, disguised as a pen (creative i know, forgive me) and uncapped it. But it was just a regular pen. Her sword didn't appear like it should have, leaving them at the mercy of the Cretan Bull.

She woke with a start in the darkness of the Athena cabin. Her siblings around her were still asleep as she climbed out of bed and pulled her boots onto her feet. Her siblings stayed asleep while she crept her way out of the cabin.

There was one place she knew to go. In the furthest cabin, the darkest cabin of them all, was her best friend, the person she had been dreaming about. Max was alone in the Hades cabin, a cabin that had only become his a few months prior.

Before that Max was an unclaimed kid in the Hermes cabin. It was only when a young camper, the son of Poseidon, went to Tartarus, that Max found himself claimed. He hadn't wanted to move to the Hades cabin, hadn't wanted to be alone.

Maybe that was why Y/N found herself going to see him whenever she could.

It was rare that Max was sleeping. He had managed to get gaming consoles into his cabin as soon as he moved out of the Hermes cabin. It was one way to cure loneliness, she supposed.

Y/N knocked on the cabin door. There was a little wait before Max pulled it open and welcomed her in. "What's up?" He asked as he led her back over to his gaming console. Of course, he was playing a football game and he looked to be winning. "Can't sleep again."

"You know it," she said and sat on the sofa behind him.

The Hades cabin was admittedly creepy. She didn't understand how Max lived in such a place. But he himself was warmth and she could stomach the Hades cabin if it meant being around him.

"Wanna talk about it?" He offered, turning in his chair. He hadn't yet unpaused his game, all of his attention on her.

She shook her head and Max scooted back in his chair. He patted her thighs and she stood from the sofa, walking over to him.

They weren't together, but they most of the campers thought they were. They didn't do much to dispel the rumours, though. This much was clear when she climbed into his lap and laid her head against her chest.

Max made sure she was comfortable before he resumed playing his game. She fell asleep like that, warm and safe from the nightmares that came with being a demigod in his arms.

When the kids in the Athena cabin couldn't find her the next morning, they knew exactly where she would be. With Max Verstappen, son of Hades. He had just two friends: Charles Leclerc, son of Aphrodite, and Lando Norris, son of Hermes.

They knocked on the door of the Hermes cabin, startling Y/N and Max awake. She jumped out of Max's arms and sat on the sofa as he went to open the door. "What do you want?" He asked, half asleep.

Sleep hadn't been very comfortable for either of them. But they hadn't minded, not when they were pressed together.

Lando pushed past him, leading Charles into the cabin. He stopped when he saw Y/N, tipped his head to the side, but shook it off and sat beside her. "We were thinking of sneaking out," Lando said as he placed his arm over Y/N's shoulder.

"Call me the brains of the operation, but why would we go outside of the camp where the monsters are waiting or us?" Y/N asked as she leaned against Lando, making herself comfortable again.

Lando shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Boredom, glory, attention from our parents," he said and Charles nodded in agreement.

"C'mon guys," he said to her and Max. "Please can we go?"

Suddenly they couldn't say no time him. Charles didn't know about the power he had. He didn't use it often, and didn't realise when he was.

Y/N returned to her cabin. She and Max got themselves ready. They dressed in the orange camp shirt and grabbed what weapons they had. Once ready the two of them met back up with Charles and Lando and they set off, sneaking their way out of camp.

Turns out, they were actively seeking out Monsters. Y/N hadn't expected it, but they really were walking around, looking for something they could kill. She supposed practicing on something alive, able to fight back, was better than the repetitive training they did at camp.

It wasn't long before they found one. Charles, Y/N and Max sat back as Lando took care of it, wearing a grin on his face.

The next monster Y/N and Max took down together. They always worked well as a team. The monster disappeared into dust before their very eyes.

"Do you guys remember the way back to camp?" Asked Y/N as they trekked through the woods. They had gone this way and that, and the way back to camp was no longer clear.

Suddenly she was thrown against the tree, the wind knocked out of her. "Y/N!" Max shouted as he ran after her. Lando and Charles jumped into action as Max helped her to her feet. Fucking minotaurs.

"I'm fine," she said as she grabbed her sword from the floor.

She and Max charged, swords brandished. The minotaur was no easy opponent, but the four of them worked hard. Sweat was on their brows as they swung their swords. Y/N and Max worked side by side until it was no more than dust on the floor.

Max dropped his sword. "Fuck," he breathed out as he walked over to her. Max grabbed a gentle hold of her head and checked her over for any injuries. "You're okay," he said to himself. "You're okay."

He cradled her head against his chest, his eyes falling shut.

Suddenly they were no longer in the woods. Again they were on the track, the cars out of focus, team names and sponsors unidentifiable. Max was in a blue suit and she herself was in a red one. "Max. What the fuck is going on?" She whispered as she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tight. "I..."

Still he held her head and kissed her forehead. "It's okay, lieveling," he said. "You just need to wake up."

Suddenly they were back in the woods, all four of them in their Camp shirts. "Guys, please. I'm so scared."

"Wake up," the three of them said together as she fell to the floor. "Wake up."

***

After weeks of nothing, her eyes flew open.

"Y/N!" The three boys cried as they rushed over to her bed, her hospital bed. Shit, it all came flooding back. The car hadn't been right for the entire day, but she pushed on. The team needed points and she needed her first championship. That was such a big mistake.

She looked at all four boys. "I dreamt of all of you," she said as she looked at Max, Lando and Charles. "We were superheroes, and then we were wizards, and then we were demigods."

The boys smiled to each other. Those were what they were using to keep her entertained while she was out. It only made sense that her subconscious would do something like this.

"In each new dream I was dating at least one of you."

"That makes sense," Lando said as he took her hand and squeezed. She squeezed back. He'd wanted this and nothing else every day for the last few weeks. "We are your boyfriends, after all."

She looked at them all, at the way they smiled at her. "Oh yeah. You are."

Max and Charles leaned in to kiss her, but she held her hand up, blocking them. "I don't think I've brushed my teeth in weeks. I love you guys but I'm not kissing you."

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[devilmen-collector]

Did Satan rip MC's talisman out of selfishness?

So, recently, I saw that some players are upset about Satan's actions in the first part of Ppyongs/Juno's L card story. However, Satan's actions don't come from him being selfish. So I'm writing this post to analyze and explain his actions.

Also, as an F2P player, I don't have Juno's card and can't read his story, the images come from the YouTube video. The credit I'll put at the end of the post.

Firstly, I'll summarize the story. Spoilers alert.

On April Fool's Day, weird things happen to Hell and every habitants of Hell. The weird things vary and are different from devils to devils, they are also unpredictable. Zagan sticks talismans on everyone, these talismans can predict the weird thing that will happen to each devil. Devils can choose to accept it or not. Of not, they rip the talisman. However, they have to suffer another weird thing instead. As MC is living in Hell, they have a weird thing happening to them too. Zagan's talisman on MC says that MC can return to Earth. Satan grabs the talisman before MC or Sitri can. After reading it, he rips it and teleports away (teleportation is what Satan gets for his April Fool's).

So the problem is this. Many believe that Satan refuses to let MC return to visit their only family, Minhyeok, for one day. But I don't think so.

We'll begin with the reaction of the devils right after reading what the talisman says.

Their first reaction is worry. Why? Because to return to Earth, MC will have to leave Hell, where the devils can protect MC best. Remember, there's currently a great war between Heaven and Hell, dozens or even hundreds of devils die every day, because of the attack of the angels. It's a fact recognized in the main story that after the appearance of MC, angel's attacks begins to focus on wherever MC goes.

Minhyeok story 12

Gehenna has always been the focus of angel's attack since ages, because of Satan and his citizens' attitude. Gehenna is the first county MC stays when they come to Hell, so the change isn't noticeable. But when MC goes to Hades, the country began to receive more attack than usual, even Michael himself comes down. In the Halloween event, it's said that usually, only Gabriel comes down to attack Hell directly, Michael and Raphael rarely show their faces. So wherever MC goes, that place will receive unwanted attention and will be attacked more. And Earth isn't the place where MC can be best protected by devils.

Furthermore, it's weird thing happening to Hell. So I don't think MC will come back to Earth normal way, using teleportation place of Hell, but get ty teleported randomly to Earth. The talisman only says "return to Earth", it doesn't specify where. MC could end up in dangerous places, like in a desert with no water, or in the territory of a crocodile, or in the middle of the ocean. Again, the talisman doesn't specify where. It's a misconception that MC will be back to spend time with Minhyeok.

Also, if MC is back to Earth, MC will be out of Hell and will be out of the influence of the law of April Fool's Day. Any weird things happening on April Fool for devils will be reverted back to normal when the days ends. But because MC is out of Hell, that law no longer applies, and MC's return is not guaranteed. I think it's like you board a flight from your home country to country A. You already bought a ticket for a returning flight. But something happens at country A and they invalidate your ticket. And now you can't return to your home.

While pondering what to do, Sitri says they are concerned with your best interest. Remember devils cannot lie, except Lucifer, Gamigin (who isn't technically a devil), Leviathan and the Hades devils. Sitri can doubt because he studied in Hades, but he can't lie, just like any other Gehenna devils. So they are having your best interest when making the decision with your talisman, just like they said.

As for Satan teleporting away right after tearing MC's talisman. The text makes it sound like Satan gain an ability that he can control. But I don't think so. It's the rule of the April Fool's Day that you can't avoid the weird thing happening to you. If Satan decided not to use his teleportation ability and proceeded the day as normal, the law would fail. All the weird things happening are things that the devils can't avoid (like Ppyong gaining his handsome form, Paimon with animal ears, Sitri showing doubt, Leraye saying whatever is in his head). It's not something optional. So either Satan has no control of his teleportation or he has to use it after a certain period of time. And he can't bring MC with him either. I just can't imagine Satan not spending time with MC of his own volition.

Satan is possesive, yes, but he isn't a jerk who doesn't consider MC's feeling and emotion. It's he who invites Minhyeok to Hell in the Halloween event, just because MC says they want to see Minhyeok.

Credit

Images of the Ppyong's L card story come from Juno P unholy board story pt 1, Hiki channel, 04/06/2024

#what in “hell” is bad? #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad? #whb satan #what in hell is bad #whb mc

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello (づ ◕‿◕ )づ. Requesting a Yor reader (appearance and personality) x ROR gods (Poseidon, Thor, Indra, and Hades) please ๑(◕‿◕)๑ The reader is their opponent who easily beat them.

-Thorn Princess was the alias of one of the most infamous assassins in the world, a beautiful woman who used long stiletto blades, who would always carry out her missions without fail, or die trying.

-You were indeed a stunning beauty, long dark hair, wearing a beautiful outfit of black, red with rose decals, and gold, you looked so beautiful, even with your icy glare.

-You passed a group of Spartans who had been intimidated by your stoic glare, who also were attracted, but as soon as you were around the corner you melted, covering your face with a shy blush, “That was so scary!”

-In Valhalla, you lived a quiet life, enjoying the newfound peace, you didn’t have to fight or kill others anymore, and you got to enjoy life doing what you wanted.

-With Ragnarok, however, came an offer to battle with the gods, you were hesitant at first, but after Brunnhilde told you that all of humanity would be lost.

-This made you think of your little brother, whom you left on earth after you were killed, and fury grew in your belly, not wanting anything to happen to him and you agreed.

-Partnered with Brunnhilde herself, you walked out into the arena, a shy smile on your face as you waved to some people, children who liked you, you didn’t look like a fighter.

-Your opponent was quick to underestimate you even before the match began and as Heimdall announced the start of the fight, your whole demeanor changed, you turned icy, vicious, as you pulled out your weapons, twirling them expertly, “Please do me the honors of dying quietly.”

-Like you disappeared you charged, easily sprinting in high heels, swinging a kick at his feet, breaking the ground where he had just been standing, only barely dodging before he barely missed the stab with your blade.

-Jaws dropped, as not many in Valhalla had seen you fight, you moved so fast and (God) could feel the strength in each of the blows you managed to land on him, harsh kicks and punches, you definitely weren’t a delicate flower, you were a string of thorns, ready to strike!

-(God) was furious that you were forcing him to defend, else he would have been severely injured already, your blows were so powerful, even without the Volundr.

-Poseidon- You managed to kick his trident from his hands before leg sweeping him, knocking him to his back only minutes after starting the match and you had your blades pointed at him, one at his neck and the other at his left eye. Jaws were dropped that you had managed to easily defeat Poseidon of all gods and you were stunned when the threw the fight, forfeiting to you. Almost instantly your face softened with confusion but stepped back, your intimidating aura fading, and you went to ask why before he was quickly on his knees, taking one of your hands, “Will you marry me?” he had never found such a woman before and wanted you for his own, and your reaction took everyone by surprise. You whole head turned bright red, like you were a pure maiden, and you quickly threw him off, throwing him back before running, holding your face. Poseidon, once he picked himself up from the rubble, was more intrigued than ever.

-Thor- Your raw strength was the result of hard work, that much he could tell, your blows had years of training behind them, you were quite the interesting maiden. You looked so feminine and delicate, but after you managed to separate him and Mjolnir, you quickly proved yourself to the other gods who had been jeering you. Thor tried to grab you, his hands on your upper arms but you were quick to react, bringing your knee to his chin, jarring him and making him drop you before you rolled back before charging. You knocked him on his back, straddling his chest and had your weapons pointed at his face. Thor was still, only for a moment, before his hands came to your hips, “Marry me, Y/N!” your face flushing like you were a pure maiden was not the reaction he was expecting as the crowd all roared from his bold proposal. Your weapons dropped as your hands slapped down on his chest, cracking the ground beneath him as you got free and ran backstage, comically crying. He sat up, a bit dazed as you had knocked the wind out of him before he grabbed your weapons and his own and went to go and find you.

-Indra- Dodged his lightning like was child’s play, infuriating him as you were able to slice him a few times with your blades, missing your fatal blows as he dodged at the last second. You kept a level head however, not worrying over your missed mark, as this was a full-on fight to the death, you had more chances. When Indra finally managed to strike you with his lightning, his jaw, as well as the jaws of everyone else in the arena, dropped, seeing you were okay, just a bit singed as you gasped, “Oh no- my dress is ripped!” his eyelid twitched lightly, you didn’t seem bothered in the slightest!! You patted your dress down for a moment before you prepared to charge again but you were surprised when Indra forfeited the fight to you, making you blink in confusion. Indra then spoke, “Wanna go get a drink with me?” Your eyes turned into spirals as you turned bright red, “What-a drink- like a date?!” he was amused, nodding and you surprised him by quickly turning tail and running, holding your face, which didn’t bother him, finding your dual sides cute as he went after you.

-Hades- Was not expecting you to be so strong, breaking his weapon with one well placed kick when he tried to block it with his bident, shocking everyone, including Hades. Your moves were so fluid, but each one held power, you had been training a very long time by the looks of it, you were a seasoned fighter. When you managed to slice his cheek open before he leapt back Hades spoke, “What are you fighting for, Y/N?” You flipped your blades easily around your hands, “I’m fighting to save my little brother!” your words struck a chord in him as he relaxed, his eyes closing for a moment before he lifted his head, “I forfeit the match to Y/N!” your eyes widened in shock as you lifted a hand to your mouth before he spoke, “We have similar goals, but if gods win, I won’t lose my younger brothers.” Your warm and bright smile surprised him, showing him that you had more than one side as you thanked him. You made Hades curious as you both went backstage as he thought about sending you flowers and an invitation to tea, wanting to speak more with you.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror thor #ror indra #ror hades

[captainremmington-13]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊

show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of death, sadness, and lonliness

A/N: the next part is gonna include capture the flag ;))

As soon as you heard the yelling, you were certain that someone had died. 

The sensation that washed over your body confirmed your suspicions. Your powers always told you when a being was truly dead and beyond saving. However, this time, it felt slightly different. The being’s life had been halted, but not ended. They were no longer aging, but their soul remained in their body. 

Putting down the blanket you were folding, you slipped on a pair of worn-down sneakers and left Cabin 11. Walking down the stairs, you internally hoped the scene wasn’t too gory. Even if you were the child of death itself, you weren’t a fan of seeing people mutilated.

Just by listening for a moment, you could tell that the chaos was occurring at the border of the camp. Putting two and two together, you realized a new camper must have arrived. You’d seen several demigods try to get inside the safety of the camp border’s, and lose their lives in the process.  

But as you approached the hill where several other demigods were crowded together, you saw two kids who were very much alive. The more baffling sight, however, was the large pine tree at the highest point of the hill that definitely hadn’t been there before. 

You tapped Will Solace on the arm, making him jump slightly. Ignoring his reaction, you asked, “What in Hades is going on? Where did that tree come from?”

“Uh…” Will said, scratching the back of his neck. “Three demigods and a satyr were being chased by monsters as they approached the camp border. One of the demigods, a daughter of Zeus, sacrificed herself to let the others get to safety. It seems that instead of letting her die or saving her, Zeus turned her into…” He gestured at the tree. “That.”

Typical god behavior. When they try to help their offspring, they only make their lives worse.

“That’s unfortunate,” you said to Will. “I don’t think there’s much we can do.”

“Yeah,” Will replied awkwardly. “Try not to worry about it. We’ll get the two new campers settled into Cabin 11 as soon as we can. You can meet them then.” 

Understanding that he wanted to end the conversation, you simply nodded and walked away. You had learned to recognize the signs that signaled when people no longer wanted to be in your presence, and Will was exhibiting several of them.

But that was alright. You didn’t really feel like sticking around anyways. You were your own best companion. 

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“Hey, uh, is the top bunk taken?“ 

You looked up from painting your nails to see a boy standing in front of you. He had curly brown hair, a lean figure, and brown eyes that had a mischievous glint in them. He was holding a small backpack, which likely contained all of his personal possessions. 

“That’s Kalia’s bunk. You can take that spot over there.” You pointed to a twin-sized mattress squished in between two bunk beds. 

“Oh…okay.” The boy set his backpack down on the mattress and sat down next to it. “So, are you…you know, a Hermes kid too?”

You laughed without humor. “Do I look like one of Hermes’s spawn?” 

The boy flinched. “No.” 

“You have your answer then.”

He sighed. “I suppose it’s for the better that he’s not your father. He’s completely neglected me all my life.”

“All of the gods do that to their demigod offspring,” you said. “Except for a rare few. And even then, the most their children get are occasional visits and favors. Some of the gods choose favorites, which causes chaos here at camp.” 

The boy nodded in acknowledgement. “That seems frustrating.”

“It is.”

“So…if you’re not one of Hermes’s children, are you unclaimed?”

You shook your head. “No. My father just doesn’t have a cabin, so I’m stuck here.”

“And who exactly is your father?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, knowing that your answer will probably scare the boy off. But you decided to be honest. If he can’t handle the truth, that’s his problem. 

“Thanatos, god of death.” 

Instead of going pale and quickly looking away, the boy gave you a small smile. “Cool.” He stood up again, walking over to your bunk once more. He extended his hand.

“I’m Luke. Luke Castellan.”

As you shook his hand firmly and told him your name, a genuine feeling of warmth grew in your chest. 

Maybe, just maybe, you’d found someone who didn’t treat you like a walking time bomb.

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You took it upon yourself to show Luke around camp the next day. This shocked everyone, as you usually didn’t converse with anyone for more than a few minutes at a time. You and him spent the entire day together, and even ate dinner side-by-side at the Hermes table. It was the most time you’d spent with just one person in ages.

You explained to him the unspoken rules of the camp. In order to prevent being messed with, you had to prove that you were worthy. Glory was extremely important, and could be earned by winning Capture the Flag or going on quests. And protecting your cabin’s honor was of top priority. If another cabin somehow slandered yours, you had the right to retaliate (even though Chiron and Mr. D didn’t approve).

The more you interacted with Luke, the more you liked him. 

Luke adapted to his new environment extremely well. He quickly established a reputation as an excellent strategist and seasoned fighter.  Apparently, he had been on the run since he was nine, and picked up a myriad of skills along the way. He was particularly good at picking locks, which wasn’t surprising. 

He also made friends quickly. His charming personality drew in every person he interacted with. He was witty, ambitious, and made good conversation. Plus, his impressive abilities made him a useful ally. 

After he settled in, you expected him to forget about you. He had more popular, less terrifying companions. 

But he didn’t. In fact, he became your closest friend. 

Despite being different in a variety of ways, your personalities blended like a dream. He appreciated your dry, subtle sense of humor, and encouraged you to always keep improving. And you admired his mischievous nature. He’d even gotten you to lighten up a bit, and become less adverse to participating in group activities.

You slowly learned more about him, and he learned about you. You both assumed it would scare the other person off, but that knowledge only brought you closer together. 

But most importantly, you both quickly learned that together, you were essentially unstoppable. 

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[thestarlitnights]

live star reaction to hades 2 technical test

#hades 2 #I NEED THIS GAME IN MY HANDS RIGHT NOOOOOW!!! #but also supergiant games will take their time with it and it will pay off!! #i saw the characters i was most hyped for in the stream (nearly everyone) and i'm satisfied! #hades game

[mytragedyperson]

possibly unpopular Pjo Opinions

Also, if you disagree, that's fine. people are allowed to have differing opinions. But, if you decide to be dick about it in the comments, the comment will be deleted. we can disagree but there's no need to be rude about it. However, if you'd like to respectfully and civilly discuss the differences in opinion, I'd be happy to. I always enjoy hearing different opinions. However I will warn you, while I'm not strictly anti-percabeth, there are some anti-percabeth or negative towards percabeth opinions in this post. If you're one of the toxic percabeth stans who hates on anyone who dislikes or says anything negative about the ship, you have been warned, any toxic comments will be deleted. I won't be arguing with you because it would be pointless. You're not going to change my mind and I'm not going to change yours. civil and respectful discussions only

Is it bad that I don't like Bianca Di Angelo. Like, don't get me wrong, I don't hate her, I don't think she's terrible, she's 12, she's a child, but try as I might I just can't understand her choice. I get that she's 12 and left to take care of her brother but they have no one else at that point and the first chance she gets she agrees to leave him. She agrees before they even get to camp, before she's even made sure it's safe and I've said it before I don't think there's a world where Nico stays at Camp Halfblood. I don't think Bianca necessarily dies in every universe. There must be at least some where she actually listens when told not to touch anything or even where she, an untrained, inexperienced 12 year old isn't picked for this quest where they know one of them will die because it's been prophecised, but I do think Nico, at least in every universe where Bianca agrees to join the Hunters, always leaves camp after discovering he's a son of Hades, and then he's really not safe. they're each other's only family and she chooses to leave him. In 2 years he'll be the same age as her, and a year after that he's older. He'll live his entire life while she pops in and out when they can, maybe sees him if he's at camp halfblood at the time. and, to be fair to Bianca, I don't think the Hunters should offer this to 12 year old anyway. but, no, Bianca will either be dead, or 12 forever as he younger brother grows older, as he nearly dies trying to save his friends and help his family. Although I would love to see her and the Hunter's reaction when Nico shows up in the fifth book, same age as Bianca, with 3 gods and, if I'm remembering correctly, an army of skeletons, as she realises her younger is growing up. Honestly I could see them finding a way to send messages and Nico, despite knowing there's no place for him there, going to Camp Halfblood when he knows the hunters will be there so he can see his sister. see, i like the idea of alive Bianca that lives in my head, because i love the angsty idea of her seeing her brother get older and get married and make new friends and meet the half sister and her still being physically 12 but so much older mentally and wondering what could have been if she hadn't agreed to be a Hunter. But canon Bianca? i get that she's young but, maybe it's because I'm the youngest of a family with quite a few cousins that are very close but I can't imagine a world where my older brother or one of my older cousins agrees to just leave me somewhere without first making sure it's safe, even if they were 12. and the fact that they're each other's only family on Earth at that point? and then in book 4, instead of appearing directly ti Nico and telling him not to come to her, she uses Percy as a middle man? Nico is not Percy's responsibility. No, you agreed to join the Hunters, you agreed to go on this quest when you were untrained and inexperienced (because somehow there was no one more qualified or better suited after the other Hunter couldn't go).

Honestly, maybe my problem is more with the Hunters than Bianca herself now that I'm thinking about it. The way they act like they're better than everyone's else but get upset when they retaliate. The way they hate all men. There's just something about their attitude in the third books I hate. Maybe it's because it's from Percy's POV but, I don't know, they just rub me the wrong way. Maybe it's because they're supposed to be feminists but they're written by a man who thinks the extent of feminism is "we as women hate all men and think we're better than them" which, while is admittedly how some women are, is not supposed to be the point of feminism. I was taught feminism was equality between men and women, not one being better than the other, not hating on one while hating one the other, both men and women being equal. Is this where I realise that my problems actually boil down to problems with Rick Riordan writing women and girls? Zoe's dislike does make some sense and I do like her character but it feels like the other Hunters are, like, radical feminists who believe men and women should be separate?

Also while I'm here, might as well add, as someone who read the first five books but does plan to read the others, Percabeth means literally nothing to me. I don't hate them but I don't ship them either. They're fine as friends but as a couple? I'm sure there are much more interesting ships for both of them. The first five books is more or less them not being together but getting jealous of anyone of the opposite who talks to them, (though Percy's is also annoyance because, you know, Luke tried to kill him and Annabeth still has hope she can get through to him even though he's betrayed them. Percy's fatal flaw is loyalty, he doesn't take betrayal well, we saw how he reacted to Nico's perceived betrayal), and (Usually Annabeth but Percy sometimes) picking arguments. Ah, yes, the old married couple. Now, the moments where they actually bond outside of quests and camp halfblood? Not many of them. They have a couple of cute moments but, as a couple, I don't really care for it. I don't mind them as friends but, as more than that, not really. Annabeth chose Percy over Luke? oh great, and so the rest of camp Halfblood, the others who stay there all year? They mean nothing? If it was't for Percy, she would've just left them? Interesting. Percy gave up immortality for Annabeth? Not really, sure, she may have been part of it, but the main part was making sure children of all Greek gods had somewhere safe to go and would be claimed. also, why would a depressed, possibly suicidal teen want to be immortal? want to be with the gods who have just used him and his friends and half of whom hate him? Also, next to Annabeth Percy is always made out to be the dumb one but he's not really. Sure Annabeth is better at planning but Percy is better at improvising when things go wrong. See: him tricking Crusty. Also in that first book Annabeth also makes some not so smart choices. See: going to the Arch to sightsee in the middle of the quest. Percy is also the one who figures out The Lotus Hotel situation, not Annabeth. They have different types of intelligence but Percy is not dumb.

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #percabeth #anti percabeth #kinda but not really #nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #hunters of artemis #anti hunters of artemis #kinda not really #possibly Rick Riordan critical? like not really but kinda maybe #annabeth chase #no hate towards annabeth chase #I've read the percy jackson and the olympians #No mention of heroes of olympus #i haven't read that so know nothing that happens

[livelaughlovesubs]

Mc as an airhead in hades

What if ra-on was a total himbo, someone very carefree and slow?

Request from @piliki777

part 2

He’d find them irritating.

Levi wouldnt know how to handle them, none of ra-on’s reactions were within his calculations. First he hung them, secondly he glared at them all hostile, then he hung them again. And ra-on’s reaction? “Where did those ropes come from?!” That was all they had to say. Levi did try to tell it to them, saying, “I just hung you, you were dying weren’t you?” To which our little clueless mc would say, “I was dying? When??”

At first it made him furious, what do you mean you didn’t understand? Who wouldn’t understand? He was sure they are acting, but after awhile he’d realise they really are that… can you say stupid?

Then it made him confused and annoyed, cuz you were unpredictable. Normally anyone would get mad when their lives are suddenly threatened, or the devils might feel exited, yet you were none of it. Not to mention the dumb questions ra-on asked him, like, “are you really the most beautiful devil? How are you so sure?” He’d take it as an insult, if he didn’t know you by now. You really were only asking, even so he still took it as a hit to his ego and would hang you again.

Or asking other dumb things like, “why aren’t you smiling?” “Why don’t you trust other devils? I thought you guys don’t lie?” “What do you mean you aren’t a devil? Why else would you have those horns?”

Even he’d get overwhelmed with the amount of questions you have, he might hang you again to silence you, or actually answer them one after another. “There is no need for me to smile.” “I’m not like the other devils, I know how to doubt and be suspicious.” “Just because I have horns doesn’t mean I am a full blooded devil.”

“But you are living in hell, as a devil, right? Then it doesn’t matter what blood you have!”

He doesn’t have any words to counter that. Maybe you weren’t so bad after all, you and your simple way of thinking.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad levi #whb levi #leviathan whb #leviathan what in hell is bad #whb leviathan

[alpaca-clouds]

Some thoughts on the Stray God worldbuilding

Okay, I really, really need to talk about this. Because... look, folks, I usually do have a ton of problems with the entire "Let's make a Greek Mythology fantasy". Mostly because a lot of it downplays the shittyness of the Greek pantheon - and this entire iffy thing of folks giving all this gravitas to Greek and Roman culture... There is a reason we usually know stuff about that and not less about the Egyptian and Mesopotamian mythology. Doesn't mean I loathe all the stuff that includes the mythology (still absolutely adore Hades), but... my first reaction to some western media property including the Greek gods is usually to roll my eyes.

But let me talk about why I actually really liked Stray Gods in this regards.

Spoilers for the game!

The first thing that really stands out to me is, that they actually gave the gods a reason to be in America! In basically any Urban Fantasy setting I have seen so far that includes the Greek pantheon in America (and there are a few of those) there either is no explanation for those very European Gods hanging around in the US - or the explanation is along the same lines of Percy Jackson with "Oh, yeah, center of western culture has wandered to the US, so we are hanging around here now." The first - no explanation - one is fucking lazy. The second is just so... American self-importance.

So it was so nice to see that a) we got a reason in this game and b) the reason was not American exceptionalism. Like, the entire story with the gods being refugees from WWII? Fuck yeah, that is what I am talking about. That is the kinda storytelling I am here for. Not only does it give it a proper reason, but it also just gives the entire thing some juicy drama and... tragedy. Like, OMG, the entire Aphrodite story had me in tears.

But there is also the fact that this story does not idealize the gods at all. They are broken people. All of them. Trying to live out a glorious past that was not so glorious to begin with. The game tots got bonus points from me for making it clear, that Zeus was a fucking asshole all along. And also making Persephone the victim of Hades instead of making their story all cutsy like almost all interpretation these days do.

I also just generally appreciated the choice of the gods in this. Rather than going with either of the big three around, they really played up the female gods in this and that... I appreciate a lot. :D

So, yeah. The game really did good in this regard. I love it. Now... let me go back to fawning over Persephone. xD

#stray gods #indie game #greek mythology

[vagabond-umlaut]

it's easy to ferry souls, not carry them

deep down in the realm of the netherworlds, there exists a rower who transports deceased souls from the land of living to the land of dead-

and occasionally lends an ear and a hand, in the event of yet another collision between their weary queen and her just as cheery suitor...

[uraume deserves a raise.]

▸gojo satoru x fem!reader; the tale of kore!gojo & hades!reader w a guest appearance by charon!uraume; uraume is a very nice parental figure to you [ooc!uraume but ehh]; the reader is honestly so sweet and hot-tempered...; the cutest doggy cerberus too is there!!!!; gojo satoru must be his own warning...; uraume does not like gojo [no parent [blood-related or not] actually wld]; fire hazards; 2k wc

▸ i've nvr read percy jackson and wtv i wrote here is based on my shaky knowledge of greek myths and stuff 😁😁 anyways, this header's from pinterest, these dividers are by @benkeibear and the characters used ain't mine. pls do not plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

▸ belongs to series 'wreaths of asphodel' – same universe as the work 'hey, where is the pomegranate tree?' — but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!

"why is kore so set on marrying me, uraume?"

it isn't the ask itself which causes the rower to nearly lose grip of their oar– but the way it is spoken: soft, solemn and faintly tense. they look away from the endless expanse of the styx before, to find you staring at your reflection in the inky waters, features unnaturally crumpled.

uraume holds back a frown. "has her majesty considered asking the god the same?"

"i have asked him," you mumble, "but i did not receive any conclusive answer in return. the imp was being too vague– must be a trait learnt from those shifty nymphs always sticking to his side."

if your faithful follower detects anything except dislike in your words, they make no mention of it. merely humming as they continue to row the boat, "and may this servant know the question her majesty asked the god?"

"two," you mumble even more clumsily now; they take a beat to grasp it, too concerned by the way you drape yourself over the edge, nearly falling into the water as you say, "i asked him two questions— one, if he loves me; two, if he wants to have children should we get married."

shock must not be uraume's first reaction to these queries, yet it is— and for a moment, it isn't you sitting there anymore.

instead, it is a little girl, no older than seven or eight years, cherubic face fixed in a look of deep concentration and fascination while the rower narrates to her stories from times millennia ago–

only for the child to morph into a young lady– no, goddess– the very next beat... slouched under a regal cloak too heavy for her shoulders, under a royal crown too large for her head... that sweet innocence of childhood nothing but traces now, having been withered by the foul, dirty politics of those damned deities high up on that mountain—

"what answers did the olympian offer her majesty?"

"he said he would love me and sire my children if that is what i want— i asked if he wished anything out of our union— he said all he wanted is to be my husband–"

something between a frustrated sigh and an exhausted scoff erupts from you, becoming an opaque fog the moment it hits the frigid air of the underworld. uraume plucks the oar out the water to come sit next to you, letting the boat be driven by magic.

"you're worried," they state, forgoing all formalities in favour of giving you some much-needed comfort. you never much cared for stations anyways, quite unlike your elder brother, the former king.

"an unfamiliar friend poses more risk than a familiar enemy, uraume," you mutter, resting your head on their shoulder, "why do you think kore wishes to marry me so much, if not out of love or the prospect of the powerful offsprings we might beget?"

"marriage is not solely for love or for procreation," the rower starts to explain, mildly amused before it grows into sympathy at your baffled expression.

ah, they muse fondly, not unlike a parent watching their child witness the world seemingly the first time ever since they learnt to walk, you who presides over something as profound as death yet knows not of the trivialities of life...

"it can also be for many other reasons like–"

the remainder of the words skitter away from uraume— cerberus is playing with gojo.

the fierce guard of the netherworlds, the three-headed hound, loyal and dutiful to a fault: hades' dearest canine companion is frolicking with the god of life in a green meadow, that most certainly was not there so close to the stygian marsh, when they last—

"gojo is laughing," your remark draws them away from their musings, only to find a changed shadow over your countenance— pensive yet not thinking at all; almost as if you too are floating in the stale air of your kingdom akin the soft flower petals...

another ring of raucous laughter pierces the silence, mingled with a delighted series of barks— cerberus is busy licking gojo's face now, the olympian reduced to a puddle of giggles as he scratches behind the dog's ears.

his happiness so clear in the stretch of his grin and the crinkle of his eyes, very much the jarring contrast to the last time—

oh. oh, oh, oh–

"escape," the word leaves uraume in a sudden moment of realisation, as quiet as a breath but loud enough for you to whip your head back to face them, confusion engraved into your scowl. "escape?? what is that supposed to mean, eh?"

the rower feels their lips lift into an infrequent smile. "the god of life wishes to marry you to escape— from his mother, or from his many suitors, or perhaps from mount olympus itself."

"wha– how– hah," you breathe out a disbelieving little huff, "that is simply ridiculous. have you even heard yourself? that is ridiculous."

used to such resistance from yourself, even more from your brother, they move to state their points, only to beaten by you as you persist to speak.

"no one in their right mind will decide to come live in the underworld, no matter how overbearing their mother or insistent their suitors are. have you seen this place? it's too, too unlike the lushness of the earth or the grandeur of the heavens he has experienced. and–" you add, a harsh laugh accompanying it. "gojo satoru is a god. a fish might leave the water— but a god never steps a voluntary foot down that horrible mountain. never."

"but the olympian never truly lived on mount olympus," uraume says once they're sure you've completed your tirade, "and you are a goddess as well. why do you speak so ill of the heavens then?"

"why?" you echo the word. they nod, hoping you take the bait they've intended for you. you do.

"why, because that place is nothing but a shining apple with a rotten core!! everything is polished marble and glittering gold there. people constantly wave at each other, lavishing smiles and praises like there is no tomorrow. everything is so warm and bright— what a bunch of lies and liars!"

familiar fire burns in your aura, the immense heat making the waters erupt into boiling— uraume uses their powers to cool the river down, lest anything disturbs you.

you're too far gone in your rage to be shaken, however, continuing:

"but it never can hide the grime and dirt accrued beneath such shine and sheen. nor the vicious minds and crooked hearts of those deities up above– what lame excuses of gods and goddesses, hah. and you might think me to prefer the light and warmth up there— you will be sorely wrong, my dear uraume!! i much prefer the genuine darkness and frigidity of my beloved kingdom to the faux comfort of the awful mount olympus—"

"is there no possibility the god of life too despises mount olympus for these same reasons, milady?"

you open your mouth and close it, then open it again to let out a very aggrieved whine– momentarily transporting uraume to your younger days. the rower merely chuckles when you punch their arm lightly.

"you're the worst, uraume," you cry, getting up and moving to sit on the other end of the boat. the rower too rises but only to resume rowing the boat by the oar.

"you never spoke this way when sukuna was the ruler— only because his baby sister is the ruler now, and you think she is very stupid—"

"as much as i respect and revere lord sukuna, he wasn't one to listen to anyone else," uraume interrupts gently, "you do, though– which is why i spent so much time telling you this. i hope you did not mind."

"hey, no," you immediately wave away their concern with a wide grin, eliciting a smaller one from the latter, "i could never..."

another peal of laughter and barks rings through the otherwise-quiet. you abruptly trail off, the same conflicting expression from before on your face yet again. though not without a spark in your eyes, uraume notes, almost as if you're slowly learning how to solve the puzzle who is repeatedly offering himself to you.

uraume keeps the silence you initiate, choosing to row the boat while you keep staring at the assortment of hues near the stygian marsh...

until you call their name and declare, an odd firmness in your smile, "well then, it is decided. i shall allow gojo to stay here for as long as the god so wishes to, escaping whatever or whoever he is escaping. and i shall protect him from the latter, should it ever come for him."

a beat. your smile falls into something graver. "would it be better if i swore by the dread water of styx, uraume?"

"uh, um," the rower finds themselves at a loss of words, the first time in seemingly forever, and they have been around since titanomachy– but before they can recover themselves enough to formulate a proper reply, a giggly voice joins in—

"well, if my rose does that, i would consider myself the most blessed amongst all mortals and immortals!"

— and the waters surrounding the boat shoot upwards in a scathing geyser-like jet and steam— the ferocious queen of the netherworlds visibly torn between remorse and terror, as they offer uraume a stiff nod and gojo a horrified look, before vanishing in a wisp of fog.

the boiling waters of the river styx calm down only after a twenty-minute-long struggle by uraume, joined at the very end by gojo.

the latter looks positively delighted, when the former collapses to the bottom of the boat, exhausted beyond belief. "hey, charon. was that a result of your queen getting flustered by me, huh?"

yes, it was. it very much was, the sentences nearly slip past the tired rower's crumbling defences... until it hits them– who they serve, and who they don't.

uraume decides to throw back a glare and a lie. "her majesty was not flustered, lord kore. she was enraged at how you invaded the privacy of her weekly boat ride, intended to make her relax."

"oh, puh-lease," the god makes a face. the rower is certain he would have been punished in the pits of tartarus for all eternity, then some more were he to pursue you this way during your brother's reign, let alone disrespect you thus.

ignorant and insolent, he continues, "in few days time, i'll be allowed into the privacy of her living quarters; what is the privacy of her boat th—"

"you're lucky you did not make such outrageous remarks in front of the queen," uraume cuts him off, none too kindly nor gently, "if you did, her majesty would have certainly burnt you along with the boat to a crisp–"

"i know," comes the defeated reply within the instant. and while gojo is still not in uraume's good graces, the latter decides to notch him a level higher, considering the god of life accepts their queen's powers.

not many do.

he strikes a pathetically pitiful figure, uraume reckons, seeing him sit then slouch on the bench. "was she serious when she said she would protect me?"

your loyal subject nods, certain and solemn. "yes, she was. the queen is never careless when it comes to making promises."

"oh, that's reassuring," gojo says quietly— only to recline even further in the very next beat– an anguished, grating wail tearing from him to the stifling silence looming near the stygian marsh. uraume wonders if it is worth it to steer the boat towards acheron... then push him into its waters of woe...

they decide against it on catching the desperation worn by the god.

for all it is, it might nothing more than a ploy. yet something tugs at their mind to pause and listen when gojo howls, "why does my rose always scurry away after tilting my world on its axis? why does your queen always torment me like this, charon?"

uraume stares pensively at their face in the sacred waters of styx for a while. then heaves a mighty sigh.

certain, this exchange between the goddess of the dead and the god of life will impact not only your and gojo's respective worlds— but the general world and everyone else in it, as well.

did you know, in the actual greek myths, persephone was never called so before her marriage to hades? she got it only after, w the name meaning "bringer of death". her initial name was kore, referring to her being a maiden & the spring goddess.

the river styx was called the "dread river of oath" by homer– in both the iliad and the odyssey [greek epic poems], swearing by its waters is the "greatest and most dread oath for the blessed gods" -> this shows how serious the reader is towards ensuring gojo's safety and freedom, and how deeply this affects gojo as well [source: wiki 😇]

also: the reader is totally ready to jump into the water to swim away when she realises gojo was listening in on her conversations- but then she remembers she can js vanish away and so she does js tht— the queen of the underworld, and of escaping, hehe

also also: the reader is slightly jealous when she is talking of the shifty nymphs always sticking to gojo's side. [uraume identifies it; you think it is js your usual dislike to such frivolous things and ppl as flowers and nymphs etc.] [hades is emo imho 😊]

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