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Immortal Danger II

Apollo x wife!Reader

Summary: Despite an extravagant wedding, Apollo is still confronted by those who want to end his marriage

Warning: Smut; Ares, Demeter, and Phobos slander; attempted assault; alcohol consumption and mentions of underage drinking; probably some ancient greek wedding inaccuracies

Word Count: 5k

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Apparently a wedding in Vegas wasn’t good enough for my mother because I found myself in her green house mansion on Olympus being lectured and listening to her berate Apollo.

“Dem, we’re all adults here,” my husband tried to reason.

“She isn’t even a century old!” Demeter cried in exasperation.

“Twenty-four is considered an adult on earth,” I offered. “Didn’t Persephone run off with Hades when she was seventeen?”

“Oh don’t even get me started on him!” my mother ranted. “What is with you gods and my daughters?” Apollo opened his mouth but she just held a hand up, silencing him. “No! I don’t want to hear all the perverted things you think about her.”

“When did you become such a prude, Dem? My father told me all about your wild days.” If Apollo could die he’d be trapped in Tartarus right now based on the glare she sent him.

“A ‘Vegas’ wedding officiated by a mortal is not a real wedding. I won’t have you two living in sin.”

“Well we’ve been ‘sin-’”

I clamped a hand over Apollo’s mouth, silencing him. “Firstly, with all due respect… Mother, you have the wrong religion there.”

“Well we don’t have set moral codes like Christians do!” she cried. “Urgh you’re both so infuriating. You two are going to have a proper, traditional wedding. You,” she looked pointedly at me, “will be staying here until your wedding because I don’t want you,” she turned her glare to Apollo, “defiling her more than you already have.”

I shared a glance with Apollo who appeared to share my sentiments. “Fine,” I agreed. “As long as the wedding occurs within a month.”

“And after you are married you will stay here. Apollo can visit you but that’s it. No spending nights at his home or going out to sneak around,” Demeter insisted.

“Mother!” I immediately chastised.

“Demeter!” my now fiancé cried simultaneously. “That’s unreasonable. I know you think of her as your baby and you’re afraid you’re going to lose her like Persephone but she’s my wife. She’ll be my wife again. You can’t treat her like an untrustworthy teenager. Besides, you know as well as I do that according to tradition, the marriage isn’t legitimate unless we live together.”

“Well then you may as not get married at all!” Demeter offered sarcastically.

“Mother, it’s not as if I’m disappearing or we’re just fooling around. I love him,” I professed, looking back at Apollo with a smile.

He returned it before standing up to confront my mom. “Y/N’s right, we’re not just fooling around. After all, we’re already married.

She only rolled her eyes before giving a sigh of defeat. “Be ready for the wedding. Hera, Aphrodite, and I will be planning it,” she said with an accusatory finger before disappearing.

Two weeks later and my mother had managed to pull together a wedding she deemed acceptable. She had wanted to hold it a century from now but I forced her hand. But in preparations for the wedding, I met all the gods. Except for Ares they were all excited for me. Even Aphrodite who had reprimanded Ares when he got aggressive.

“You know, it’s not too late to join the Hunt,” Artemis offered again as she braided my hair back for the wedding. Ever since we met she has been trying to convince me to dump her brother and swear him and all other men off for forever.

“Artemis!” Aphrodite whined from across the room. “Stop putting ideas in her head. Why do you hate true love?”

“Don’t you have a husband that isn’t Ares?” Artemis quipped.

“That’s different,” she claimed, standing up from the sofa she was lounging on. “That was not true love.”

“And don’t you have dozens of children that are neither Hephaestus’ nor Ares’?”

“Ugh what do you know?” Aphrodite scoffed. She stood on front of me, stooping down to make eye contact. “Y/N, don’t listen to her. You and Apollo are meant to be, I know it. And running around in the woods for eternity won’t bring you joy. Do you really want to camp with a bunch of 12 year old girls for the rest of eternity? It’d be like… well… being stuck at Camp Half-Blood for all eternity.”

I chuckled, appreciating both the goddesses’ efforts. “Thanks for the assurance Aphrodite and thanks for the offer Artemis. If he pisses me off enough in like 500 years then I may take you up on your offer.”

Hera then entered wearing a traditional chiton. “Today’s the gamos!” she said excitedly as she entered. She seemed shockingly excited considering I was marrying her husband’s bastard. “Aphrodite, put a beauty charm on her and then get her in her dress.” She then left after barking orders much like my mother.

Both goddesses complied and soon enough I was dressed in an extravagant chiton, decorated in gold, and with a lace veil over my face. They led me to an enormous dining hall decorated in white and gold, the gorgeous ceiling enchanted to reflect the sky outside, depicting the stars and the moon. As I was looking around in awe, I caught Apollo’s smile. Upon noticing my attention was directed at him, he raised his glass to me which I recognized as his attempt to compliment me.

According to Athenian tradition, the bride wasn’t supposed to have contact with the groom until the unveiling ceremony but there was a feast beforehand.

I was sat where Apollo couldn’t see me so I was fortunately allowed to eat. On my plate was a square of ambrosia and with just a wave of my hand it turned into a proper wedding dish.

As I was chatting with Artemis and some of her hunters—who wanted to sit as far from the male guests as possible—Hera and Demeter came flitting up next to me. “It’s time for the unveiling ceremony!” Hera gushed.

“It’s not too late to back out,” Demeter offered again. “You don’t have to swear things off with Apollo but you can at least postpone,” she pleaded hopefully.

I looked up at her sympathetically. I knew she just wanted to have her daughter to herself but I couldn’t help but be reminded of the half-blood daughters that were never this important to her. “Mother, I want this,” I informed her earnestly again. “I love Apollo and he loves me too. I’m ready to begin my immortal life with him.”

“Demeter, I know there are a lot of feelings here but we have to go,” Hera tried to calm her sister before flipping the veil back over my head and ushering me from my seat. I complied until I reached the grand entrance of the hall. Stood in the doorway was Apollo also in a traditional chiton. Just past him, awaiting us outside was the chariot that would take us to his home.

I stepped up closer to him, smiling up at him as he beamed down at me. He literally was the sun personified and I couldn’t wait to spend eternity with him.

If there were any formal rituals associated with the unveiling ceremony they had either been long since forgotten or Apollo didn’t care because he took a more modern approach. After a whispered, “I love you,” he took the veil and flipped it over my head before gently placing one hand on my jaw, the other on my waist before kissing me deeply. Much like modern Christian ceremonies.

Although, the kiss wasn’t very Christian as it was deep and passionate and Apollo seemed reluctant to end it. Every time he pulled away slightly it was just to connect our lips deeper again. He only pulled away when a shout came from Hermes. “You’re not in your bedchambers yet!”

Apollo pulled away with a laugh while I flushed with embarrassment. Upon noticing me, he pulled me closer with a laugh whilst I buried my face in his shoulder. I could feel his deep, joyful laugh as he turned to address the room. “The sun may be up a lot later tomorrow morning!” he announced to the room.

I groaned against his shoulder, pushing him towards the chariot. As he stepped away from me, he grabbed my hand. He helped me up onto the chariot before stepping up himself. As soon as he was stood firmly behind me, I urged the horses forward.

As we proceeded out, all of our guests appeared along the path all the way to Apollo’s home. Used to all the praise and attention, Apollo waved to other other deities as they cheered us on, with me tucked under his arm trying not to fall out of the chariot.

As we reached the grand entrance of the mansion, we finally had some privacy. The sun god helped me down from the chariot again, before sweeping me off my feet. “And now, we will enter our home, cementing our marriage,” he explained with a smile.

I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me through the magically opened doors. He didn’t even bother to pretend to want to celebrate that we were married now, he immediately carried me up towards the bedroom. “You’re going to hate your mother for not letting me see you for two weeks because tonight I’m making up for not fucking you for that time,” he explained eagerly.

As he went the doors opened automatically until he was placing me on the middle of the bed. He followed, kneeling on the bed with a leg on either side of my hips, looking down at me. I began unfastening the bindings of my chiton but Apollo just snapped his fingers and I was in white lingerie. Before I could comprehend what happened, he tore the bralette off of me as his lips found mine. As he kissed me, I could feel his warm hands on my breasts, fondling them and teasing my nipples.

Soon enough his lips were leaving mine and trailing down my neck and chest until one of my nipples was in his mouth. I let out a soft moan as I felt his tongue swirl around me. He moved to the other breast, simultaneously sliding his other hand to my panties which I now realized were entirely lace as there was virtually nothing in between his fingers and my pussy.

As his thumb found my clit and his mouth continued the assault on my breasts, I could only let out cries of pleasure. My hands found his back as I dug my nails into his skin, trying to ground myself. But one hand overstimulating my clit, the other rubbing circles around my nipple, and the other nipple still being tortured by his mouth was too much and my panties became even more soaked as I climaxed.

Upon feeling my entire body seize, Apollo pulled away from me with a satisfied smile. I stared up at him in slight wonderment. I never orgasmed that fast, I would have thought that I’d be less sensitive as a goddess. Seeing my surprise, Apollo explained with a laugh. “Now that we’re both immortal and married we’re more in tune with each other,” he explained. “It’s like our bodies are made for each other. They just react more to each other than when you were mortal.”

“So you feel it more too?” I asked. He nodded. “Good,” I smiled. I snapped my fingers and all of a sudden his chiton was gone and he was naked. Before he could react, I had pushed him to lay on the bed, my body on top of his. Much like what he had done to me prior, I gave him a brief yet deep kiss before lowering my head to his already erect cock. I met his eager gaze, holding eye contact as I grasped his cock. Stroking it a bit, I brought my mouth down on it while still maintaining eye contact. I felt his entire body shiver as I wrapped my lips around the sensitive head that was already leaking precum.

I licked at the sensitive head ever so slightly, bringing my mouth up and down his shaft the littlest bit, teasing him. But as I reached the very end of his cock, acting as if I was about to pull away, his hand shot out to my head, keeping me in place. Looking up, I found his face contorted in pleasure, the hand not tangled in my hair was gripping the sheets. “Don’t stop,” he said in a strained voice. I complied, continuing my assault on his cock. As a goddess, I no longer had to worry about a gag reflex so I could take his entire cock in my mouth, something he deeply appreciated judging by his deep groans.

I tried to keep going until he came in my mouth but his grip on my hair pulled me away. “No!” he grunted out. “I wanna cum inside you first.” He immediately flipped us so now he was on top of me but my head was nearly hanging off the foot of the bed, ripping off my lace panties in the process. He stared down hungrily at my cunt, licking his lips like a starved man. Rather than fuck me like I thought he was going to, he brought his mouth to my core. Upon feeling his mouth wrap around my core, tongue prodding at my clit, I let out more of a yell than a moan. I was so sensitive from the previous orgasm, I came directly in his mouth this time. But rather than stop there, he kept going. His tongue made its way inside my clenching hole, swirling around, making me see stars.

I was squirming around so much his hands had locked around my hips, immobilizing me. All I could do was beg him to stop as he assaulted my cunt until he finally pulled away after one more release. “I need you inside me,” I begged him as he raised himself to his knees. He smiled, eagerly complying. He pulled my hips up until they were flush with his. I brought my legs up as he did so, resting them on his shoulders as he slowly pushed inside of me.

I screamed so loudly in pleasure you’d think I was being murdered. Gods I was so sensitive from the previous orgasms and our newfound connection.

Once he was fully in me I could feel his cock twitching inside of me and I knew what that meant. He had never cum this fast but then again, never had I either. I rolled my hips into his, wanted him to feel the same pleasure I had and I could immediately feel him spill inside of me. Which made me cum around his cock, milking everything out of him.

But he didn’t pull out or soften inside of me. That was the nice thing about gods, there was no refractory period. As soon as he stopped cumming, his hips were moving again, fucking me.

I quickly became a babbling mess as he continued to fuck me through numerous orgasms each. He had me bent over, riding him, under him, every position imaginable. Sometimes he was rough, other times more gentle and loving. No matter what we did I loved every moment of it.

He only stopped when he had to go get the sun chariot ready. Despite the fact that I didn’t need to sleep anymore, I immediately passed out as soon as he left.

Apollo’s lips on my neck were the only things that pulled me out of the inviting grasp of sleep. I let out a groan so he knew that I was awake.

“‘Morning,” he greeted in my ear. “So today is called epaulia, it’s when everyone comes to congratulate us and bring gifts,” he explained through kisses. “I can tell them that you’re not feeling up to it today if you want. I know you’re new to immortality and last night was a lot.” I could feel his smug grin against the skin of my jaw. “But, if you choose not to see anyone then I’m warning you that you’re not leaving this bed.”

I finally peeled my eyes fully open. Fortunately the blinds around the bed had been drawn so I wasn’t blinded. I rolled over, meeting his gaze. “I know I’m immortal and as much as I would love to spend the entire day in bed with you, I think I might actually die of exhaustion if you do that to me.” A grin appeared on his face as his fingers found their way in between my legs. “Apollo,” I moaned, tossing my head back as his fingers assaulted my still puffy and throbbing clit.

“Okay,” he agreed, as if he weren’t fingering me right now. “I’ll tell them they can come over once I’m done.” He continued, his fingers fucking me to the edge of an orgasm. But before I could finish, a gong rang through the home. I jumped and Apollo pulled away. “Oh shit, I guess they came anyways.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek before jumping out of bed. “I’ll talk to them while you get dressed. Technically today is about you since epaulia is supposed to make the bride more comfortable.” I just stared at him, still a little bit flabbergasted before he disappeared.

After a minute of calming myself down, I got up. Going to the vanity I found my messy appearance. Fortunately I could just give myself a beauty charm, something Aphrodite taught me, and I looked like I hadn’t spent the night being fucked within an inch of my life. I summoned a white slip dress that was still modest enough to be worn in front of my family.

With one last look in the mirror I headed downstairs, finding several goods and goddesses standing in the foyer. As soon as they noticed my presence, several of the goddesses came flocking over to me. They were all asking about last night—questions I wouldn’t be answering considering I hardly knew them—and shoving gifts in my hands.

Seeing as I didn’t have enough hands, they all herded me towards the kitchen, lining the counters with their gifts. Eventually Apollo made his way towards me, throwing an arm around my shoulder. He addressed the crowd with ease, telling them thanks but not to crowd me. His confidence was baffling but I guess when you’ve spent centuries being adored it comes easily.

Aphrodite pushed her way through the crowd, Ares standing behind her with a glare. I retreated further into Apollo’s embrace, remembering how he was trying to kill me just two weeks ago. “Open my present,” Aphrodite gushed, oblivious to her lover’s glare.

Shaking off Ares’ intimidation, I took the pink box in my hand. “Aphrodite, do I want to open this in front of everyone?” I asked, my eyes flickering across the room of mostly strangers and meeting my mother’s scowl.

“Yes, it’s fine!” she insisted. “It’s just perfume.” I opened it reluctantly, knowing that her perfumes were love potions. I pulled it out of the box, the label informing me that it would make me irresistible.

A few other visitors presented their gifts. I was delighted by the plants that Athena, Artemis, and a few nymphs gave me. There were a few lingerie sets that I didn’t take out of the boxes and bags. As well as a few other home goods.

By the time I had gotten through the mountain of gifts, someone had pulled out the alcoholic nectar. Aphrodite quickly pushed a champagne flute of it into my hands. “Have you ever drank, Y/N?” she asked. “You were at camp a long time.”

“Um, once when I was 15 before I became a year-round camper,” I explained. “My boyfriend at the time and I-”

“Your boyfriend?” Apollo demanded in surprise, having never left my side.

“You knew about him!” I defended. “We only made out a couple times.”

“Still,” he huffed.

“I know your children. I grew up with some of them,” I pointed out.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Yeah whatever,” he said with a pout before breaking out in a smile. “Hey, I’m gonna go talk to Hermes,” he informed, pressing a kiss to my temple. He then looked at Aphrodite. “Please don’t let her get too drunk,” he requested. “There’s a difference between mortal alcohol and god alcohol. Even Dionysus has made a fool of himself off of this stuff.”

“Don’t worry,” Aphrodite assured. “I’ll take care of her.”

He gave her an uneasy look but I just pushed him to go. “Go have fun. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he said reluctantly. “I love you,” he told me before disappearing into the crowd.

I looked back at Aphrodite and she was immediately waving her hand, shots appearing on the counter. “Oh we’re getting you wasted tonight,” she laughed. I laughed with her, grabbing a shot off the counter.

“To love,” I toasted with her as she grabbed a glass.

Apollo and several other gods were in the den, talking with an American football game playing when Hermes came in. “Apollo!” he called across the room, obviously a little drunk. “Your wife is fun!” he slurred.

By now all the men were looking at him. Apollo stood up, going to his friend. “What do you mean, bud?” he asked.

“Well I was going to get some food but I ended up doing shots with Y/N,” he explained enthusiastically. A few chuckles erupted from the room. New immortals were rare but when they got inebriated the first time it was always funny. “That girl can drink.”

Apollo chuckled nervously, directing his friend to the couch before going back out to the main room. Stepping into the main living space, he found Artemis with her on the couch, trying to force ambrosia into her mouth.

“Y/N, you have to either eat or I’ll force you to throw up,” he heard Artemis threaten.

“Thanks ‘Mis,” he interrupted, taking a seat on the other side of his wife. “I’ve got it from here.” His twin nodded before standing up and disappearing into the crowd.

His wife looked at him with a smile. “Sorry I got drunk,” she giggled. Apollo couldn’t help but smile. She was cute like this.

“It’s ok, I don’t blame you. Aphrodite was supposed to watch you.”

“She did this to me.”

“Yeah, well, you need to sober up a bit before you rejoin the party,” he said, taking her hand. She followed him up into a standing position but immediately tripped over herself. Catching her, Apollo held her close to help her keep her balance. “Let’s try this,” he said, before transporting them to their bedroom.

He managed to get her to the bed, sitting her down on it. Out of nowhere she gasped. “You’re trying to take advantage of a drunk girl!” she immediately erupted into giggles.

He smiled, joining her laugh. “No, you’re gonna sleep off the shots.” She huffed but agreed anyways. Apollo thanked her for her cooperation. “I’ll be downstairs. Call me if you need anything,” he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek before going back downstairs.

I laid back on the bed, staring up at the windows above me. Despite the fact that there were still no clouds in the sky, it looked like it was moving. My head seemed to swim and it was as if my body was mortal again. I felt so weak now.

Just before I found the strength to roll over and go to sleep, I head the bedroom door open. “Apollo?” I called, assuming it was him. When I got no response I sat up, finding a vaguely familiar figure coming up the stairs. My vision was too hazy to see his face distinctly.

“Hey, Y/N,” the voice came.

As the figure got closer I could finally make out his face. “Phobos?” I guessed.

He smiled. “You remember me and you’re not screaming in terror,” he chuckled. I shrugged awkwardly. He sighed, sitting on the bed next to me. “Listen, uh, I'm sorry about trying to kill you. Father’s orders, y’know?”

“Uh, sure,” I agreed.

“I was hoping you could forgive me,” he requested. He kept moving his head to look into my eyes, as if willing me to agree. Fortunately for me, my vision was going in and out of focus too much for it to have any affect.

“Yeah, we could be friends,” I slurred excitedly.

“Well, I was uh… hoping we could be more than friends,” he said nervously. Before I could ask him what he meant, his lips were on mine. His hands locked onto my jaw and neck, holding me in place as I struggled.

As he tried to lay me down on the bed, I slipped out of his grasp. Literally falling onto the floor. I tried to crawl away but he was straddling my hips, pinning me down in a second. “Apollo!” I yelled, tears streaming down my face in fear.

Before I could yell again, Apollo’s face was in front of me. As if it had replaced Phobos’. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Apollo’s voice came but it sounded hollow. “It’s just me,” he assured. His lips found my neck, hand trailing up my body.

“No!” I cried. “I don’t wanna right now. I feel weird.”

“You’ll feel better,” he assured, continuing to touch me.

“Phobos!” I yelled, pushing him away, or trying to at least. “Apollo wouldn’t do this to me!” I insisted, recalling all the times when I told him I didn’t want to do anything and he backed off. “Apollo!” I screamed again, hoping he’d hear me over the talking and music.

I cried harder as his hands found the neckline of my dress. But before he could work the garment off of me, there was a flash of light and a yell. “What in Tartarus are you doing, Phobos?!” Apollo’s enraged yell came. The god on top of me immediately changed back to his original form as Apollo yanked him away.

The vague forms of other gods appeared as Apollo was still holding Phobos. A girl I recognized as Athena came rushing over to my side, making sure I was ok. “What happened?” she asked.

It was hard to explain through the alcohol and the tears but I told them about how he came up and started trying to assault me.

“It’s not like that!” Phobos insisted. “Ares told me I should try to get with her.”

“Why?” Zeus’ booming voice demanded from his son and grandson. No one answered. “Tell me or Hecate will be administering truth serums.”

An angry voice belonging to Ares answered reluctantly. “I thought that if Y/N cheated on Apollo she'd leave him for Phobos and then he’d be devastated that my son stole his wife.” There were a few murmurs and I could vaguely hear Aphrodite reprimand him. “But I didn’t tell him to force himself on her.”

Apollo started yelling, causing some of the others to start yelling until Zeus silenced them. “Enough! Ares and Phobos, you’re coming with me. Apollo, take care of your wife. Y/N,” I think I vaguely looked in his direction, “I'm sorry your epaulia was ruined and this happened to you. Everyone else out of Apollo’s home!” he yelled to the rest of the house. There were a few groans and disagreements but within a few minutes everyone had disappeared, leaving just me, my husband, and mother.

“C’mon,” he said, picking me up off the floor. I curled into him as he carried me to the bed.

Meanwhile my mother was still there, arms crossed and tapping her foot like a cartoon. “See I knew something like this would happen.”

“Dem, can we not do this now?” Apollo asked as he placed me on the bed.

“You can’t even protect her!” she continued anyways. “You knew she was vulnerable but were too busy with your friends. I knew you weren’t capable of being a husband.”

“Hey-” Apollo began.

“And you!” Demeter continued anyway. She appeared in my still hazy vision. “Getting that drunk at your own epaulia? What were you thinking? He wouldn’t have tried to force himself on you if you hadn’t been so irresponsible.”

“That’s enough, Demeter!” my husband yelled at her. “You’ve been nothing but critical ever since you found out about us. But we’re married, twice now. You can’t change that. And are you seriously blaming her for what just happened? You of all people should be sympathetic and be glad I got there when I did.”

I could hear Demeter’s huff. “Well she wouldn’t have been in danger in the first place if you never got involved.” Then there was a flash of light and she was gone.

Apollo’s sigh came before he settled down on the bed with me. “I’m so sorry that happened,” he stated, pulling me tightly into his chest. “I never should have left you alone.”

“‘S ok,” I consoled, still slurring my words. “Not your fault.”

“I love you so much,” he said, hugging me impossibly tighter. “I swear that nothing like that will ever happen again.”

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cheese-ducks · 2 days

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i don't think I've ever properly ranted about this but the fact that Phobos is/was royalty is so funny to me. I mean he is Lord Phobos. That sarcastic, bread loving, possibly fruity, potato of a guitar player who thinks he's a robot was once in a position of power and prestige. That is just funny to me.

#twrp #twrp band #lord phobos #headcanon #he was probably always a mess

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stuffforme2 · 8 months

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Long ass rant yw. Tw!! Rape.

Welcome to my Ted talk. I will be beginning with Ares. Also my trashy grammar.

Ares is usually depicted as a cruel violent man who would abuse his children or not give a fuck about them. He is depicted as a villain, a terrible person, in modern literature/film. This is entirely incorrect here is why.

Ares is war. He is the god of War. Yes war is violence and carnage and hate but it is also loyalty, unquestioned rule follower, fighting for the ones you love, trust, kindness when needed, mercy. Ares would have all these attributes and he does in Greek literature. Ares is one of the 12 major gods meaning he should be very powerful but he is seen being bested over and over again be it by demi gods or gods this is because of his loyalty and care. Ares cares deeply for his mother Hera [momas boy] and his sister Athena he cares deeply for Aphrodite and all his children. Ares has purposely given up fights, decided to lose, etc. Just to make his family happy he has put himself into embarrassing situations to protect them, honour them, or so they do not have to suffer embarrassment.

In the Trojan war literature by Homer and many others Ares was meant to side with the Atheians he had wanted to be on the side with his sister and mother but instead he was convinced by aphrodite to side with the trojans. Since Ares is the God of War he is able to tell which side of War would win. Which means he put winning below his love. War put love first. This is important because it is the true meaning of War. War is fought over love. Pride is love. Your pride is your love for a certain hinf be it yourself, country, family, honour, etc, and Ares chose his pride and love Aphrodite and his family because he has had children with aphrodite making her his most important family member.

Ares is not a villain he is war itself he is an unwin war that's constantly being battled and yet he still contains himself he even puts his children at his side Deimos and Phobos instead of ignoring them or throwing them off a mountain or beating them he makes them equals.

Ares is also one of the few gods who have NEVER sexually assaulted or raped a woman or man. He himself has actually been raped when he was trapped in the jar by the twin giants. In many descriptions of Ares kidnapping and being trapped in the jar he was described to have been raped and tortured by the twin giants. Ares was only saved by Hermes, he himself could not escape. Ares would never ever put anyone through what he went through because for someone to use your body unrightfully is the opposite of honour it is horrifying and lives on with you forever as a traumatising.

So yeah. There's still so much I want to say but I think this is to long.🧍‍♂️✌️🐢

#pjo hoo toa #pjo #pjo fandom #pjo series #writing #rant #tw #ares #hermes #alexander hamilton #riordanverse

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abstract-crossverse · 1 year

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Hi it's me, a Jeb enjoyer. Can I request Jeb reacting to finding his s/o after the fall of Nexus city? Like it's years later and he's given up hope but they just pop up in one of the buildings killing agents and shiz, maybe he's meeting with Doc and his s/o is there? Thank you :))

Hello Jeb enjoyer, Im Phobos enjoyer- *gets shot*

Im so sorry this took so long hdbsns

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"Together at Last" [Jeb x Reader, fic, angst/fluff]

You and Jebediah were very close even before he began making his plans to take Nexus down, anyone could see it, he was often found around you if not with Hofnarr and drowining himself in his work

It was obvious there was something going on, some scientists that worked under Projects the Director put him in charge of would see him out with you, talking as if you knew each other for years(which you kinda did) and began placing bets on wether or not you were together, even Hofnarr was in on it- which was funny because he knew you both were together for a good while now

He told you a lot of things from work, venting out his frustrations to you if you allowed him, you were the one he most trusted with anything, you heard a lot of shit talk about Phobos and Crackpot specifically, it was honestly amusing seeing Jeb rant about their bullshit while resting his head on your lap and make angry gestures with his hand as you played with his hair

He'd sigh at the end and look at you thankfully, thank you for letting him rant, and apologizing if he got too intense in certain parts, you'd shrug it off and kiss his forehead for reassurance, saying its nothing he needs to apologize over, he never told you, but everytime you said those words he'd fall for you all over again. You were just the light of his life

That being said, he confined the information of his plans with you as well, telling you how things would work out and the plan he had for you end others involved directly with the plan to go out safe and sound

After Phobos fired him, he quickly got home and began to quickly organize everything for when he'd need to be off to put the plan in action, all while muttering curses at the damned Director under his breath. After you got home from your own work, you were initially confused about the gear on top of the table of your shared apartment, until you remembered the plan

You sat with Christoff in the living room as he rapidly typed emails to his friends, he looked at you once he unfocused from the computer, wondering if you were getting home, almost startling him as he spotted you on the couch messing on your phone beside him

".. [Name]... Welcome home, dear... Did- you get home just now or-"

"Nah, been here for a few minutes, I didnt want to interrupt you since that seemed important... Is everything okay?" You asked, turning off your phone and turning yourself to him as you spoke, he sighed

"my apologies for not realizing your were there sooner, my dear.... That- foolish Director fired me today." He hissed lightly, your eyes widened, that wasnt good- "oh god... Thats-... how are you going to go about the plan now then?" Your eyebrows furrowed in worry, he gently took your hands in his

"worry not, all will go as planned, t'is but a minor inconvenience, Hofnarr will give me access to the back of the Tower, Ive already planned the route from the plaza to the room I must go to." He gently stroked your knuckles with his thumbs in attempt to soothe your worries, he didn't tell you everything about it though

You looked down, nodding as you processed through this new route, you both fell silent for a moment before you looked back at him

"are you sure you still need to go through with this?"

"Dear, you know I have no choice. If he goes through with Gestalt, we're all doomed, we must act as soon as possible."

You sighed "I know I know- I just... I just keep worrying for the worse.. what if the plan doesnt work? What if you get caught? What if Phobos wins??- Jeb I dont want to lose you.." you looked at him with worry, that look of fear in your eyes gripped at his heart, he moved his hands around your waist, hugging you close

"all will go as planned, my Love, I wont fail, thats something I promise you, and you know Im a man of word." He gave you a gentle smile, you smiled a bit, letting out a small chuckle "I know that very well... I trust you dear, Im sorry, Im just scared for you."

You gently leaned your forehead with his, he smiled, a faint purr rumbling from his chest "I know... But try not to worry, I wont fail, and I'll come to pick you up on our spot as soon as Im finished with everything." You took a moment before mumbling an 'alright.', he mumbled the same, placing a gentle kiss on your lips as he held you close, attempting to soothe you once more by gently rubbing his hand on your back as you held him just as firmly

Trusth be told, he had the same worries as you, he was worried domething would go wrong, mentally going over anything that could go wrong in his mind from the plan on to ready himself, he completely expected to go down with Phobos in worst case scenario, losing isn't an option and winning may be of little chance.. Though he'd try not to think too much about it, he doesnt want to end up jinxing himself, for now he'll spend as much time as he can with you.

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By the next day, you helped him get ready to go meet with Hofnarr by the Rift, helping him with hiding his weapons and the bullet proof vest under his clothes, you both went over your plan again

"alright, again, while I go meet with Hofnarr, you-"

"I head to wait with the Sheriff guy by the gate to the indrustrial sector until you come back." You recalled as you adjusted the colar on his coat and adjusted his tie "I have my bag all set already, I'll head out as soon as youre out of view so its not too suspicious."

Christoff nodded in approvement, a hum coming from his throat "alright, I'll be off then... [Name], my Love, please be careful." He placed his hands on your waist, looking at you with almost pleading eyes, you placed your hands over his, giving him a light peck "of course I will, dearest, I promise, you be careful too, I dont want to have to go break you out" you half joked, laughing softly as he chuckled lightly.. you always loved his laugh

"I will... I'll see you soon, Love." You shared a kiss again, a bit longer then the one yesterday, as soon as you parted, he gave you a smaller, shorter kiss, for good measure, y'know?

"see you soon, Dear... I love you." He hesitantly let go of you, you gave him a small smile as he opened the door behind him

"I love you too, more than my whole existence." And out the door he went, you simply stood there as the door closed, your smile fell, eyebrows furrowing, why did you get a bad feeling in your gut all of the sudden...?

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Well, if youre here this far you must know how it played out, he defeated Phobos and got out alive.. that- wasn't his expectation but all for the best, he's glad he survived to see you again. he quickly darted through the city to the Industrial Sector's gate, he read the MERC Laborers ready to close the gates for you..

But you were nowhere in sight.

He asked them about you, but they just shook their head, looking confused, his stomach dropped, feeling dread grow on his chest, he looked around a bit, clearly hesitant before he gave them the orders to close the gates, we were too far in to stop now, they needed to be safe and the Zeds are beginning to rapidly grow in numbers. He'd find you, its fine! he'll find you, he's sure of it

After speaking with Hofnarr, he asked him about you too, the shorter scientist nervously afirmed he didn't see you that day at all, making more dread overcome Christoff's very being. He thanked his friend anyway, asking him to get you to him if he happens to find you around, Hofnarr nodded and flew off with his jetpack as Jeb began to roam the falling apart city frantically.. you need to be okay, you must be alive, you have to...

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Years of search and nothing. not a single trace of you since the Fall... But Jeb never stopped searching, he searched everywhere he could multiple times, flipping the city upside down in search of you, searching out of the city for you, MERC, Somewhere, nowhere was free of his search, but nothing, not a single trace aside your bag with your old things he found on the route he set for you that day..

He refused to believe you could be dead, for all he knows a Zed or- or a robber couldve gotten a grip on your bag and you let it go to get to safety! you just... didn't make it to MERC...

Countless nights he came back toyour old shared apartment he still used as a hideout after the Nexus Core agents were done searching for him in his old home, he'd just sit down on the couch and look at a broken picture frame with a picture of you two in it for hours, he would barely even realize he'd been sitting there doing bat shit with a blank stare

And no matter how his eyes got fucked, or how the dissonance from the Halo was slowly deteriorating his mind, he'd still search for you... he may have lost his friend, he may have lost his job, he may have lost his life or part of himself, but you is someone he cant bare acknowledge he lost. and countless nights.. he actually shed tears, he wept, praying so hard you'd come back, praying you were okay, praying he wouldn't find you as a mindless Zed roaming the City's streets. He felt like he failed you... But he had to keep his head up, you must be okay, you must be safe.. if you weren't, he would've found your body by now, wouldn't he?

At least thats what he told himself to keep himself from giving up on your search, he needed to keep going, he knows you're alive.. he has a feeling you are at least...

He was on his way to purge another of Auditor's AAHW bases, until he caught movement with the corner of his eye, he snapped his head to where he saw it, immediately jumping on guard, seeing a hooded figure take down a zed and shoot a grunt running in the distance. He'd dismiss it was another survivor just trying to survive in this wasteland until you made eye contact..

He could recognize that face anywhere..

His eyes widen, so did yours, but neither dared to move, it wasnt until he muttered your name that you snapped out of your stunned haze and run at him, yelling his name as you both collided in a hug

You hugged him tightly as he was still stunned to see you, hovering his hands over your form until he realized this wasnt a dream and immediately hug onto you tightly as well

Tears slipping out of your eyes as you pulled away a bit, smiling as you cupped his face in your hands

"Jeb! Oh god its you!"

"[Name]... You're here.. you really are..." He leaned into your hands, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as emotion overwhelmed him

"yes! Yes Im here! I was so worried, I thought I'd never see you again!" You felt his rough hand be placed on your cheek, you leaned into it as he gently wiped your tears

He smiled, tears finally falling off his eyes, he pulled you into a kiss, longing and loving, he missed you so much its unreal, after parting you hugged again after wiping his years with your thumbs, holding each other until Jeb was alerted by someone clearing their throat

He pulled you behind him, taking his sword out and looking at where the sound came, only to be met with Hank just, standing there, of course they were covered in blood like always, which only made them seem like more of a threat

"... Wimbleton. What are you doing here?"

"... Mission."

Jeb hummed, you gently tugged on his arm

"it's- it's okay, I work with them."

".. what-" he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow

You explained what happened to you on your way to MERC, how 2BDamned helped you after getting cornered by thugs and asked you to join SQ as a way to return the favor, he was still confused why you would accept it, you added the zeds began swarming by then and you both eneded up too far away from MERC's gate

Then he understood, nodding as he lowered his sword, after a ment of silence he asked if youd still work for him, you said you kinda liked there so yes, he nodded

You asked Hank if they could tell Doc youd be back later and that they could go without you, they shrugged, turned around and left

You leaned on Jeb, taking a hold of his hand and smiling up at him, you two hugged again, I think that purge can wait a day, he swept you off your feet, holding you bridal style, asking if youd like to go stay with him at his hideout, obviously you said accepted

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Over at his old apartment, you two just cuddled, he held you strongly as if you'd vanish, though you can't complain, you were doing the same while gently playing with his hair

He sighed as you burrowed your face into his neck, gently petting your arm with one of his hands, muttering things about how things have been over the years, things youve seen, occasionally laughing at something silly or funny either of you encountered

You learned of what happened to Hofnarr and how Crackpot went missing, it saddened you, at mostly over Hofnarr- he was a great friend to Christoff, you felt like he blamed himself for it, and you were right

Eventually your conversation died down as exhaustion washed over you, both your eyes feeling heavy

"... I missed you.. so, so much, love." He muttered, nuzzling into your hair

"I missed you just as much... Im sorry I worried you for so long, 2B- gives a lot of work to do so I was always away doing something.." you answered, arms going limp as you snuggled close and closed you eyes

"I know.. he does his best for his cause, he's a good man." You hummed, falling silent before muttering a last thing sleepily

"I love you, Jeb..."

"I love you too, more than my whole existence... Sweet dreams, dear..."

You muttered a barely coherent goodnight before you drifted off, he smiled, huffing a small laugh as he held you, drifting off to sleep easier than ever before

You were home, you were safe, and you were there with him, nothing more gave him more relief than knowing that

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cosmica-galaxy · 1 year

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can we have headcanons about Phobos pick me girl please? 👉🏻👈🏻

Sure thing! -- + Phobos is pretty needy and likes to call the Player a lot. Does the typical school girl pose while he's on the phone with them talking about anything. + "Hold up, pause the meeting. My BGF, best god forever for THOSE of you who DON'T know, is calling me. You all are just gonna have to wait." + Listens to what the Player is interested in and tries his best to impersonate being a professional on the subject or fake being into that hobby. Usually embarrasses himself in the process. + "I'm not like other grunts. I'm the director and the god of Nevada! So, like, of course I can hang out with you. Other gods are sooo much easier to hang out with than other grunts." + He tries so hard to convenience Player that he's godly and 'just like them' that it comes off sad at some points. Especially when you use your powers to basically outperform Phobos at everything. "I...uh...I can totally do that too! I just...don't feel like it right now." + Will try something, really anything, even if it's deadly for mortals like him to attempt. Like eating a god-only fruit or touching something meant for gods only. "I can totally touch it! Watch--wha!? Hey! Put me down! I need to show you I can touch it too!" + Dresses up in new outfits and tries so hard to get Player to notice. + Does NOT like being left on read. Will reply 'hey' every 3 minutes when getting no response. + Unintentionally annoys Player from time to time, which causes Player to "go missing" for some time. I mean, really. They need a break from Phobos every now and then. + DON'T LEAVE YOUR STUFF LAYING OUT. PHOBOS WILL TRY IT ON AND SAY HOW MUCH IT FITS HIM AND HOW GOOD HE LOOKS IN IT. + LOVES the Player's smell. Rubs himself all over your garments and 'borrows' steals your scent-related items. + Has had made custom dolls of you and cherishes them and rants at them from time to time as a way of comfort. + Daydreams about being with Player all day. Barely focuses anymore. + WILL be FIRST in ANYTHING. He is the most competitive when it comes to getting somewhere first just to make you proud. You want dinner? Gone. You need some errands run? He's on it. Need an outfit for a meeting? He's on--what? What do you mean you'll get it? Don't be silly! HE'LL get it. + Wants to be picked over anyone else. Goes to desperate lengths to be your go-to for choices. Will not settle for second place. It HAS to be him. + Writes fanfiction and draws fanart about his precious Player and him being with them.

+ Will sacrifice others to appease you. No questions asked.

#mr-i-don't-care-sick #my asks #y/n x madness combat #yandere madness combat #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #human!reader x madcom #madcom tag #madcom self aware au #self aware m:pn au #self aware au #madness combat self aware au #my writings #haxorus imp #cosmica galaxy

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poryphoria · 1 year

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outghh birdphobe thoughtse.

thinking abt how if you asked anyone else abt crackpot they'd cite how obnoxious he is abt his interests and how he never shuts up abt birds and does he even really have a personality outside of that? or make remarks about how he must be hiding something ugly under that helmet if he wears it so much and trade rumors about what it must be- a cleft lip, a chemical burn, bad acne, a horrible scar, maybe there's really nothing there at all. they might even say "who? who's that? well, what did he do?" and only faintly recall the enmeshment program ever having a name attached to it. or they might mention how creepy or over the top his dedication is to his job and laugh a little about how he must really want a promotion or must really not have anything better to do.

but if you asked phobos abt him he'd remark abt how passionate and knowledgeable he is and how his way of speaking is so captivating, he really could just sit there and listen to him rant on forever if he didn't have better things to do. or how it's a shame he never takes off his helmet bc he's seen that face and he thinks it's the most handsome thing he's ever seen, but he doesn't mind the helmet too, he thinks it's sort of charming, it makes him distinct. he'd be able to recite every project he's worked on for nexus off the back of his hand and probably some prior inventions and contributions at various sites before he joined nexus, and precisely how each little thing positively impacted nevada in some way. (he'd definitely have to reach, but he would try to stretch it anyways.)

likewise thinking abt how if you asked someone about phobos, their immediate response is fear, an air of uneasiness creeping into their tone as they recant the size of his claws or the way the memory of his voice keeps them up at night or speculate and embellish on exactly what he did to the last person to be fired from the company. they might remark with scorn or even laugh. that joke of a leader? the clerk behind the food stand does more for this city every day than he's ever done in his lifetime. they wouldn't be able to tell you a thing about him as a person that wasn't made up but they'd be perfectly capable of reciting the last law he passed or idea he proposed.

but if you asked crackpot, he'd be absolutely jazzed to tell you how lovely his laugh is or how gentle he can be with his hands or how warm he is to lean up against, how safe he makes him feel, like a fortress, a guardian. he'd be able to list all of his achievements off by date starting from the very formation of the city, and exactly how he's helping you right now as we speak!! just as well though he'd tell you how endearing it is to watch him take care of his bugs, the way he talks to them and about them and absolutely delights in all their little mannerisms. he'd be able to tell you something sweet he said or funny he did right offhand without even having to think, and he'd say it all with such blatant saccharide sweetness you'd get a toothache just from hearing it

they're both elites isolated from other people due to their positions. they're also undeniably horrible people yes but so is everyone else in nevada. they're bound by the blood on their hands and the unique circumstances they both find themselves in and it renders them an intimacy like no other. i love them a lot

#pory turgles #madcom #madness combat #madness project nexus #project nexus #birdphobe #phopot #dr crackpot #director phobos

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comfysofti · 2 months

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Before i go to bed, just gonna rant a bit about Sanford from my madness combat au(or just talk about him in general), mainly because everyone that knows about the au, just absolutely adores him for unknown to me reason???

Also, I'll probably makes this a series so, this is part 1 out of 20-something parts, of me talking about characters in my madness combat au

Character trope: misunderstood by everyone

Metaphors/comparisons: duality of how people view sharks; torture as "art"

Sanford, like some other characters in the au is an animal hybrid. In his case, he's a shark hybrid. He has very few features(mostly like everyone) those being: webbing between his fingers, fins, gils and huge shark tail(over 2 meters long, just in length). Due to experiments that led him to becoming this hybrid he lost his legs(he does has prosthetics) and gained huge sound sensitivity(has to wear special headphones that partly muffle the sound 24/7)

Sanford is a rather interesting person to say the least. Bloody artist, "organ stealer", experiment victim. Sanfords main motivation for what he does is revenge. He kills absolutely anyone who has something to do with Auditor and Phobos, before they united their organisations or after, no matter if person left their organisation years ago and changed, he doesn't care. He believes that by wiping all of those who worked for them, is the only way to get justice for all those innocent people who died because of the two. Surprisingly or not, this often leads to him having arguments with his friends that don't agree that he needs to kill absolutely every single person who ever worker for Auditor and Phobos, especially if they changed(what in Sanford's opinion those people can't do)

He has good intentions with what he does. For example, let's look at this whole "organ stealer" situation. That's one of the nicknames people gave him. He collects organs of most of his victims, and oh lord, is his collection HUGE. However, despite the fact that some of those organs are simple "trophies" he uses most of those organs, to help people who need organ transplants. Heart, liver, lungs, you name the organ, he has it!

But despite all this, like with sharks, people only see "bad" and cruel side of him. There's no denying that he's cruel in ways, like a shark, but only to those he considers enemy or dangerous, but heck, in lots of cases, he gives victims of his torture quick ways out of their choice, because he does have sympathy for them, even if he supposed to hate them to the core

He can be gentle, he can be sweet, he can be caring, but everyone only sees this "scary aggressive shark". No one sees the man that almost died during inhumane experiments on him, from which his friends suffered too, thousands if not more, people died because of them as well. They don't see the man who wants to avenge all those poor souls, who were tortured and died in pain. They don't see a man who wants to do what's best, even if his ways of doing so may seem wrong. They don't want to understand. They don't want to see any other of his sides outside of the aggressive, cruel, two-sided shark

And he's alone because of this even with his friends. They don't understand him either. Perhaps they simply don't see the need for that. Perhaps they tried, but failed to understand

Another thing that's rather interesting about Sanford, that he's an artist. His paintings are always grey, with red accents. That's how he sees Nevada. Hollow place, only filled with blood. And his art sometimes is bloody too

He sometimes carves paintings on some of his victims(usually those being clones that Auditor makes) to "...make them beautiful, give them purpose before dying, because those agents were never made to be beautiful. They were made to be nothing. Or to be monsters...". He believes that some people are either made to be empty canvases in this hollow Nevada, or to be ugly. So he fixes them! He makes them beautiful before dying. Plain canvases finally "drawn" on, fulfilling their purpose, while the ugly, the monsters, are finally made beautiful before passing. He believes that he makes Nevada more beautiful with this. Although, he knows he just adds more red to the "painting" that is Nevada, but at least, he adds something unique. Unique bloody strokes on the grey canvas

Also, as some finishing notes: people aren't wrong about thinking that Sanford is two sided, because he is! He knows his way with words, and doesn't look all that threatening, and he takes advantage of that. He often uses most of his victims for his and his friends interests, to get some information that they need, for example, and then kills them, when they become useless. But despite everything, Sanford is really nice to civilians, and often helps them with everything they may need

Not sure what else to add about this shark man, so that's all, unless someone will have questions about him. And if someone does, please let me know because i absolutely love talking about my au and every single character in it so I'll be more than happy to answer <33

#madness combat #madness combat sanford #i have strong lovehate relationship with my au Sanford #he's silly sharky tho #still why all my friends simp for him #why #anyways #Vee's madcom au rambling #a1110 archived project au

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p0t3nt1al · 2 months

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Camp Hamato:

“I Don’t Like Christmas Trees Anymore.”

[warning for implied major character injury]

Ever since last week, everything went quiet. The camp was silent, it felt like a ghost town…except with sobs.

It was just one call to a counselor, and it wrecked a heartbreaking havoc on Camp Hamato and Camp Usagi, and it was just the start of the new year, even after so many things have happened.

“Shhh,” hushed Hibiscus as Khaos curled in her arms, her hands rubbing Khaos’ back as he quietly held back tears, as he barely ever cried much around others, but this, this was a day Khaos may never forget. It was just a few hours after something happened, and only a handful saw it, even the younger ones. Everyone was rushed inside while the other Cabin Leaders tried to calm down the situation…but it was messy- especially to Khaos, who now would feel pure fear being near a body of water.

“Khaos..” whispered the siren. “I can’t do it..” Khaos mumbled, his voice hoarse, “I’m not ready.” Khaos shook his head in denial, his mind flooding with the thought of being in charge of many, many campers, especially since Camp Hamato was unfortunately understaffed that they didn’t really have much of a system when it came to how many campers were with one counselor or Cabin Leader. “I wasn’t prepared.” He spoke up as Hibiscus listened, before she looked up, seeing all the other purple ponderer counselors looking devastated before looking back down at Khaos, “…for what?” Hibiscus softly asked. “For this- for him to get hurt, and now I’m in charge taking care of the campers, watching over a whole cabin when all I’ve ever been was a counselor, a counselor. I don’t know how to be a substituting Cabin Leader, I’ve always been a counselor helping a few campers, I’ve never helped over 60 campers at once, and we are just getting rookies and new counselors, along with registering season coming up.” Khaos ranted anxiously, his hands fidgeting with his long ears as Hibiscus listened. Hibiscus’s large tail curled around her and Khaos as Khaos continued ranting as Hibiscus kept listening, before looking back up and seeing the rest of the counselors’ cabin- and seeing the other counselors get comforted by each other, with Amora comforting her brother, Diamanté- who just came to visit and say hi, Deimos was talking to her twin brother, Phobos, who witnessed the recent accident, and Trickster going out to check up with the campers along with a few other counselors.

At the Purple Ponderers’ Cabin, Mirage- a Maroon Mischief, was entertaining a few younger campers by answering questions about his two tails, which Mirage had names ‘Alpine’ and ‘Lavender, who had mouths and minds of their own. “What can they eat?” Asked one camper, “Anything that I can eat.” Mirage kindly answered with a smile before another camper asked curiously, “Does that mean that if you have allergies they can’t eat that?” Mirage answered again, “Yeah, that’s right!” He chirped happily before one of the tails- Alpine, wandered towards a camper, before said camper started to pet Alpine, petting it like a dog or cat. Mirage smiled as the campers sought interest on his odd tails and distracting them from the ongoing panic and worry going on outside. Then, another Counselor approached Mirage and the campers, it was Astoria, a yōkai with whip-like tail and a distinctive star on his forehead, along with streaks along his face that faded to a bright blue, somehow earning him the nickname “Shooting Star”. “Astoria!” Mirage smiled seeing him, while Astoria had a grimace, making Mirage’s smile dull. “…Astoria? What’s wrong?” Mirage repeated, the campers still distracted by his playful tails. Astoria would exhale, before speaking, “They’re calling a meeting in the headmaster’s cabin, he’s requesting for all the cabin leaders and counselors, even the ponderers.” Astoria detailed quietly, as Mirage looked at Astoria, before looking back at the tech-adorned cabin, with half of it’s campers worried and sad, while the other half was either trying to cheer up the first half of the campers, while the others kept themselves distracted with their projects and little inventions. Mirage’s eyes laid on them for a moment, his mind wandered about how the campers would- are feeling about this. “…I’ll be there.” Mirage assured as his mind still wandered on that thought as Astoria gave a nod before leaving the cabin. Mirage soon looked back at the campers who played with Lavender and Alpine, their smiles bright as his was gone. “Okay, guys, I gotta go for a bit, okay?” Mirage said, as Lavender and Alpine tiled towards him in confusion, “Say goodbye, you two.” Mirage whispered, before the two tails playfully nuzzled and nudged at the campers like playful dogs, making them giggle and laugh before they waved goodbye to the playful two before Mirage stood up and left, opening the door, hesitantly nudging the door open - before closing the door of the cabin.

The Headmaster’s Cabin was quiet, tense. Headmaster Splinter was on the phone, Mikey was consoling Raph, April talking to Diamanté, Deimos was sitting with Phobos, Hibiscus comforting Khaos, Streak trying to talk to the others, Amora dialing a number on her phone, and Casey giving everyone some coffees or teas- or a soda. Soon, Splinter ended the call, before everything went quiet- waiting to hear what the headmaster had to say. The headmaster sighed heavily, before finally saying it. “The hospital called, they said that he’s in stable condition, but he has critical injuries, so he has to go into surgery.” Splinter announced, his tone full of concern “Did they say if he’s going to survive?” April asked, “We are not sure...” Splinter detailed, which gave everyone a sense of relief. “What about…the tree?” Casey asked. That question itself slammed tension back into the room as Splinter’s eyes widen, but soon softened. “…It’ll be taken down by someone else.” Splinter uttered, avert his eyes from the others. “Who’s going to watch his cabin?” Mikey questioned, but that question stalled Splinter. He never really thought about who would take the place of the missing Cabin Leader while he was unfortunately away. Splinter thought about this first a few moments, unprepared for such a scenario that he never knew would happen, trying to make the wisest decision possible, “How many counselor are in that cabin?” he asked, only for 5 counselors to raise their hands, including Khaos and Phobos, and doing the math made it realize that this wasn’t going to be easy, especially with the low amount of counselors they have, just now getting ready for registering season. “That is a hard question, Orange.” Stated Splinter, before thinking of something, “Would he have some sort of protocol for this?” Splinter asked, raising a brow towards the others before they all looked at each other in confusion or unawareness- leaving Splinter with nothing. “Well then, I have no choice. You there, purple rabbit.” Splinter said, pointing towards Khaos, who just looked back at Splinter with a sour face, “I’m…I’m not a rabbit.” Khaos corrected quietly, “Ah, apologies, You will be in charge of the cabin.” Splinter declared..again. “What?!” Khaos exclaimed, “Headmaster, I am not able to do this,” Khaos replied unsurely, “I cannot be a substitute to a cabin leader in charge of nearly 60 campers, and possibly more in the upcoming registering season!” Khaos reasoned as the others collectively agreed- with the registering season coming up, there is a high chance that a lot of campers may join due to their year-round camp- and that made Splinter…almost reconsider. “I have seen you be with us for years, I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it.” Splinter assured. “Headmaster,” Khaos repeated, “I cannot handle this. I have been a counselor, and I’m sure you have seen how many campers we get every registering season.” Khaos reasoned again, trying to express how unfit he is to the role. “Splinter, Khaos is right- we aren’t really able to handle that many campers, and with this, it leaves the counselors of that cabin with more campers, and with him in the hospital, there will be no Cabin Leader in that cabin to handle the main stuff, meaning that while he is in the hospital, the campers may have to reside in our cabins, imbalancing everything.” April warned, “And, with the campers spreading out, the counselors may spread out, and possibly scramble up the system we have already made for Camp Hamato, so the best option is finding a replacement.” April suggested, before Mikey spoke up again, “But why would we find a replacement for someone who you can’t replace, especially someone like our brother, our friend, our inspiration- why would we?” Mikey said, confused about April’s suggestion. “Raph agrees, why would we replace him?” Raph joined in, before April reconsidered. “You guys are right, we can’t replace him, which puts us back in square one; what do we do?” April said, now confused again. Splinter now was back at the question that started it, what now?”

“Well then, we will keep the campers in their cabin until further notice, Khaos, Phobos, and all the other counselors that were assigned to their cabin, you will be postponing any activities planned for February, let’s try to rest. It’s been a..stressful day.” Splinter set forth, before dismissing them.

As they left, the other cabin leaders went to their cabins as the counselors resided in their cabin- the counselors’ cabin. Soon the counselors were getting ready to rest, some cuddling up to their partners, some putting on music to fall asleep too, some with their stuffed animals that they bought from home, and some doing their own thing for nighttime. Phobos clung to his partner, Diamanté as they both tried to rest, but they both couldn’t. “Can’t sleep?” Diamanté mumbled as he held Phobos in his arms, his nose tucked into his neck, nuzzling as he gave out a hum. “Yeah.” Phobos murmured tiredly, before thinking of something, trying to say it before he forgot about it.

“Hey Di?” (<- Pronounced “die” (One of Phobos’ odd nicknames))

“Hm?”

“Do you…wanna stay here?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you don’t have to really deal with bad customers, just a lot of kids.”

“That..seems cool.”

“You..aren’t gonna say no?”

“At what? The last part?”

“Yeah.”

“Phobos.”

“What?”

“…You do remember I have eight other siblings, including one that comes here?”

“Really? Who?”

“…your sister’s girlfriend?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

Phobos looked over to her sister, Deimos’ bed, seeing her and Amora giggling at a video they’re watching together on her bed. “Y’know,” Phobos whispered, “I dunno what’s gonna happen next, with what happened.” Phobos blurted willingly, looking at Diamanté, who just listened to him quietly. “Mhm..” Diamanté agreed with a hum, l?.Do you think it will ever get back to normal?” Phobos questioned, his tone hinted with skepticism, as Diamanté assured him. “I’m sure it will, just hope for the best.” Phobos took Diamanté’s words to mind, before relaxing as Phobos tried to doze off , as Diamanté held him- his body radiating warmth, making Phobos wonder if Diamanté was secretly a big campfire.

#p0t3n1al!#p0t3n1al’s aus!#camp hamato #rottmnt au #p0t3nt1al’s fics!#there are some mispellings and grammar mistakes

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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(o;TωT)o okay, I just got into Madness Combat a few days ago and I’ve become infected with the brainrot.

Anywho, I wanted to see if I could buy some headcanons of yandere Hank. I don’t know why but I just adore him, if you don’t want to do that, then what about a scenario with yandere Phobos ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ?

I'll do some Phobos as I did a Hank concept! Also, yeah, the brainrot is real....

You can see the Hank concept here!

Worship

Yandere! Director Phobos Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, God complex, Forced relationship, Forced kissing, Manipulation, Abuse of power, Dehumanization, You're called a pet, Possessive behavior.

"Kneel...."

The two tower guards beside you growl out the command, forcing you to your knees. Not enough to make their master unhappy, luckily. It was enough to get you compliant.

Here you sat in the office of Director Phobos himself. You had your own speculations on how you got here but you weren't expecting it so soon. Admittedly, his size was intimidating and you felt small compared to him and his guards.

Everyone else had vacated his office by his request. It was only you, him, and the guards. Admittedly the red glowing orb of the helmet was terrifying to you.

"It's so nice to see you, Dr. (Y/N)." Phobos greets, smiling to show sharp teeth. You have a hard time making eye contact... something Phobos ignores for now.

"Yes, Director. It is nice to see you too."

Phobos' smile falters for a moment at your reply. The guards block the doorway while you talk, saying no words. Making it feel like it was just you and him.

"Oh, please, Dr. (Y/N)! You can do a better greeting than that, can't you?"

The last 'can't you?' sounded challenging so you corrected yourself. It was best to play into his little game if you wished to keep your head long enough to know why you're here. You clear your throat.

"Yes, my God Emperor. It's an honor to meet you."

Phobos smirked at you stroking his ego. It was enough to satiate him. Saying such words made you nauseous....

"Good. Now, you must be wondering why I called you here?"

"Yes, sir."

Phobos paces back and forth in front of you, never leaving your sight. He was making this a big deal. As he always did.

"You are one of my best workers..." He begins, looking at your reactions. "Your work for Project Nexus is amazing! Truly deserving of the spot you're at."

Phobos then stops in front of you.

"But..."

He kneels down, forcing you to make eye contact with him in your kneeling position.

"You're lacking something."

The way he said it made your skin crawl. Lacking something? You've done everything you can to get by in your work. What did he mean?

"Like what, sir? Is my work still not up to your standards?"

"No, no. Your work is fine. It's your allegiance."

You go speechless. Phobos hadn't called you in because of your work ethic. It was the fact he didn't like you not worshipping him.

When Phobos was around everyone was on edge. They either had to kiss up to him or suffer the consequences. You, on the other hand, chose to just stay out of the way.

You wanted to be out of sight, out of mind. It appears your work gave you away in the end, however. As Phobos had caught on to your behavior.

"My apologies, sir. I will work on it."

"That's not going to be good enough, (Y/N)."

You're then forced to your feet, large hands picking up your small body so now you were standing. Phobos still managed to tower over you yet that was to be expected. Now you were scared.

"You're one of my best scientists but you are not dedicated."

Phobos huffs, glaring at you through his helmet. He was fully capable of having you executed. Instead, he rants to you.

"You should be more grateful. I gave you a job high on the chain here at the Science Tower! Yet you just pretend I'm not there!?"

Phobos then forced you back on the ground. Your knees land wrong causing you to hiss in pain. Another thing he proceeds to ignore.

"You're supposed to worship me! You're supposed to dedicate yourself to only me! You would be NOTHING without me!"

You're forced onto your hands and knees, Phobos standing in front of you.

"Now bow down. Bow down and dedicate yourself to me! I want to hear you say my name and pledge yourself to me!"

You feel humiliated at what he's doing but go through with it to please him.

"I pledge myself to you, my God Emperor Phobos. Everything I do is for you and the Nexus Core!"

"... not good enough, (Y/N)."

You temporarily give a confused expression before Phobos picks you up like a ragdoll once again.

"Guards, leave. Lock the door behind you."

Doing as they're told the two tower guards flee, the doors being locked behind them. You panic at this, especially when Phobos places you on one of his desks.

"Do as I say, (Y/N). Kiss me."

You pause, confused and afraid. Phobos glares at you but you still ask a question.

"What, why?"

"If you will not worship me as one of my head scientists..." Phobos hums, placing a large hand near your chin. "Then you shall worship me as my pet. I always thought I liked you the most...."

With that Phobos doesn't even wait to have you answer, you feel him push his lips onto yours. He's possessive, using just one hand to press your head against his. Instructing you to comply to his wishes.

You feel you're suffocating when he pulls away, gasping and panting while he watches.

"See? I make you a mess, don't I?" Phobos laughs, tracing his hand over you.

"Only I can do this, got it? I am changing your job."

"Huh-?"

"I don't want those other scientists near my most precious pet. You will stay with me and worship me. I will be your God and master..."

Phobos grins a cocky grin again, drawing your face in closer to his.

"... and you will be my pet."

#yandere madness combat #yandere madness combat phobos #yandere phobos #yandere director phobos

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takealooks · 1 year

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He likes to rant about how stupid Phobos is

#fanart #madcom #madness combat #madness combat fanart #art #madcom fanart #dr. hofnarr #dr. hofnarr fanart #madcom hofnarr #madness combat hofnarr #hofnarr fanart

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cheese-ducks · 1 month

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In response to the Twuppets:

Sung and Teeth's conversation would be incomprehensible because of the sheer about of made up words.

Meouch and Floyd would swap bass tips while talking shit about everyone. Floyd would ask to touch his mane and Meouch would ask to touch his moustache.

Phobos and Janice would take turns ranting to each other about guitars, zonal ascension, candles, certain bass players, vocal techniques, and then they would fall asleep the minute they run out of things to talk about.

Havve and Animal are enabling each other's impulsive thoughts and half the studio is destroyed.

Zoot and Lips are just watching the chaos unfold.

#twrp #twrp band #lord phobos #commander meouch #havve hogan #doctor sung #the muppets #the electric mayhem #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #dr teeth #janice #floyd pepper #animal #zoot #lips

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askmadcomcrew · 11 months

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Hoffnar, how did it feel when Christoff first told you what you were planning?

i...didn't like it. still don't like it. but i get it, y'know? i empathize with him. phobos...isn't a good person. he is responsible for many terrible things. unspeakable things. of course crackpot would immediately run his mouth to phobos at the first sign of any dissenting opinions and, well...again, i'm really bad at saying no. i let christoff confide in me and i shared the burden of his troubles. it was exhausting at times, having to deal with him stumbling in, either outright drunk or hungover from another night of binge drinking, going on swear filled rants about how much he hates phobos.

again, i understand, but...sometimes it just feels like he doesn't really care about what i want. sometimes it feels like all he wants is my higher clearance to the building. but i'm probably just being paranoid again.

#dr. hofnarr #dr. christoff #questions #relationships

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yippie-ki-yay · 2 years

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Hello! :D I see the request are open so if you don't mind me asking, can you write headcanons of being friends with Phobos? Love that guy and I love how you write so I really would like to see your interpretation of what it feels like being friends with him :]

Ohhh I really liked this one! Also I’m glad you like how I write him, it’s a little bit of a challenge since I’m not used to writing for characters like Phobos so at least I know I’m kind of doing something right!!

Also I kind of went in on this one. Not sure if he’s ooc at all but for some reason my brain had double the amount of hc’s saved up-

Being friends with Phobos? How did you manage such a thing?

There’s a couple different ways this could happen - whether you were working for him or you both met outside of Project Nexus, either are almost as likely as each other. I’m only going to say that the latter of the two has more of a chance since he wouldn’t already view you as under him like he would someone working for him.

He’d still view himself as superior ofc, but it’s a little different in this scenario if that makes sense

Phobos is also very likely to see potential friendships as more of alliances in the beginning, like if you have something valuable to him then he’ll play nice. He’ll assist you here and there so long as you do the same for him, sound fair?

Despite his domineering personality, another thing he appreciates is someone who listens to him. This doesn’t mean just following orders (but that’s a big one, too) but actually hearing him out - plans, ideas he’s had for other departments to take on, even the occasional rant when he’s become comfortable enough with your presence.

That’s another big thing - being comfortable with you.

With how violent Nevada is, among other things, it’s hard to trust people. Even someone as high and mighty as Phobos has felt this sometimes. With all that power comes a fair amount of paranoia and the director is hardly immune to it all. Letting those walls down and risking being stabbed in the back (quite literally in most cases, might I add) is something that doesn’t happen often. True, genuine friendships are as rare as a quiet day in the desert and let me tell you those don’t come often either.

But, let’s say this does work out.

There aren’t very many noticeable changes, Phobos generally acts the same way he always did around you, but you may notice that he doesn’t seem as tense.

It takes him a little idea to warm up to the idea of physical touch, but he’ll get there eventually. Just leave it up to him and try to follow from there.

The first change you’ll actually pick up on is when he gets a little… short with his employees (or anyone for that matter) for even the slightest accident that involves you.

Like you could be telling him about how you accidentally slipped because you didn’t notice a wet floor sign or there was a spill someone was already working on cleaning up, thinking it’d be funny right?

The next time you come around it’s much more obvious - either there’s a few signs placed around or one that’s just upscaled in size. The poor soul who was ‘responsible’ also got a talking to, but he doesn’t let you in on that part-

Basically anything he’d view as a slight on himself also applies to you now. Even if you do pick up on it and try to squash that aspect it’s going to be more difficult than just talking to him about it.

Another thing that’s easier to pick up on are the more vulnerable moments between you two.

Like how I mentioned he’ll eventually feel more at ease opening up to you? It isn’t something that occurs super often but when they do he goes kinda deep.

Phobos presents immense confidence, and while it holds up a lot of the time sometimes that strength wanes every now and then. Before he didn’t really have anyone to air these concerns out to, so when this friendship forms the first couple times are going to be rough.

If you do see a couple tears fall, no you didn’t.

Use kind words as you fix his bandages and coat. He’s likely larger than you (or just larger than most in general) but treat him as if he’s the most delicate thing you’ve ever come across.

This isn’t to say that you should take up a patronizing attitude, though. It’s a fine line to balance on but not that difficult so long as you pay attention.

Don’t think this leaves you out of things either - while his approach may be a lot different, he’ll still help you handle your own problems.

It’s easier if there’s something physical to target. If that ends up being the case then he can just wipe them out no sweat! There’s no chance that person will be bothering you again, and even if they somehow do manage to come back from whatever horrific punishment he inflicted he’ll just do it again and again until they learn their lesson.

If it’s more of a mental or emotional thing? He’ll try to talk you through it, but it’s never been his strong suit. In the event that whatever help he does offer in that regard isn’t really helping, he’ll find someone who can help you. There’s a lot of nutcases in Nevada, and while you don’t exactly qualify as one there’s still likely people who’ve studied ways to help them. Surely one of them has a few resources or tips for you if they aren’t able to help you outright!

Besides, with someone as menacing as a 9+ft. powerhouse like Phobos, you likely aren’t going to be turned down by any sane person deemed qualified enough.

Now onto more lighthearted events!!

If you’re more combat-inclined, he’ll definitely invite you on any little outings he goes on personally. There’s something oddly thrilling about fighting side-by-side with someone else, especially with the close sort of relationship you end up having.

If not, though? That’s okay. You’re always welcome to spend a quiet evening in his office. It can get pretty hectic in the rest of the building, so he completely understands if you need to get away from it all.

In all honesty it’s a bit of a surprise to everyone that Phobos, someone so cruel and egotistical, was able to gain an honest-to-god friend. Not that they’d express such an idea, though, considering it likely wouldn’t end well for them.

As for Phobos’ thoughts? It initially surprised him. Of course he’s smug about it, holding that ‘of course you’d want someone like me at your side’ attitude, but he does find himself thinking back on things with a hint of a smile.

Yes, he thinks, this’ll work out just fine.

#madness combat #madness project nexus #madness combat phobos #director phobos #platonic #I really don't know where the surge of headcanons came from #one minute I'm writing and the next I have a load more than I've written for any of the other posts #Phobos brainrot?? Sounds right

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