#dionysus needed tricks

[thingsphoenix21]

Dionysus*in front of the mirror*: I love this song, do you Ariadne? Hebe*sneaking into Dio's room*: Yeah I love it. But not as much as I love you Dioooo! Dionysus: GeT oUt Of My RoOm!

[gukikoya4]

Billy meeting pjo

I find it really if Billy meets the campers from camp half-boold. I'm not really in the pjo Fandom, but I do know some key things that are important to the plot.

Anyways I just imagine Billy baston taking one step into the camp and all the campers stopping what they are doing because they feel a strong power coming from the entrance of the camp. All the campers almost prepare themselves for the worst when the aura of a powerful God getting closer.

But oops, it's just a little scrawny kid that looks about 12 or 11. But both percy and Annabeth don't think this is some malnourished kid. No, they think it's a powerful god playing tricks on them. That is until dionysus come and greets Billy like he would greet a camper. And that confuses the whole camp because they can clearly sense some strong ancient magic from this kid.

I am not finishing this. My brain needs a break from all the aus and storyline I try to make and try to remember. Ask me if you want any more Billy batson stuff. I will gladly try to make something with my bad storytelling.

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Twenty minutes later, Solace hurries out of his cabin in cowboy boots.

And jeans.

Nico gapes at him.

“Go go go go go, questions later,” Will hisses, herding him behind the Apollo cabin. “We are on a time limit, we gotta —”

“You’re wearing close-toed shoes.”

“Yes, yes, sometimes I wear the clothes that I own. Wild. Let’s go.” Will tugs, uselessly, on his arm, but Nico’s half-certain his jaw has taken root in the ground, cementing him in place, because what the actual shit.

“Solace, you wore flip-flops to the snow-smothered bus stop in January. I thought you had, like, a condition!”

“I do have a condition. It’s called You Are Not Hurrying, Death Breath, let’s go —”

This time when he pulls, Nico stumbles after him, ducking under windowsills and inching around flower gardens. Every time someone so much as looks in their direction, Will plants both hands on his chest and shoves them into a corner somewhere, craning his neck to watch until they move on. Every time he does, another piece of Nico’s soul breaks away from his body and descends into hell. There is an actual trail of bones and tilled earth and dead grass behind him. Will doesn’t need to worry about being stealthy — the death aura of Nico’s dignity is large enough to scare off anything within a four mile radius.

“In here!”

Undeterred by the death aura, for some reason, Will seizes his bicep and shoves him in a crack between the Hypnos and Dionysus cabins. He slips in a millisecond later, crowding him against the warm bricks, forearm pressed awkwardly next to Nico’s head.

“Hnggh,” Nico gasps, mournfully wishing his last sliver of self-respect goodbye. Rest in fucking peace. “Do you have to be so — close, Will, gods —”

“Shhh!”

“If you shush me again I am going to rip your throat out —”

“Go, go, go!”

Yanked forward again, Nico doesn’t have the time to finish his threat. This time, at least, they sprint the final stretch to the shed without any more hiding and shoving.

Thank all the fucking gods. One more second of Will’s stupid torso — since fucking when does he wear polo shirts, huh, what the shit fuck is up with that — pressed against his and Nico’s bronchitis was going to come back. And this time he’s going to succumb to it.

“Okay,” Will says. He stands in front of a tarp-covered lump, gripping one side and jutting his chin out at the other. “On three, we tear this off and start pushing. We need past Thalia’s tree in under thirty seconds. Got it?”

“No,” Nico says stubbornly, “you still haven’t explained what the rush is —”

“One two three go!”

Will, unfortunately, has been tricking ADHD teenagers into doing things they don’t want to do for years, so Nico’s ripping off the tarp and shoving the chariot out of its stall faster than he can register what he’s doing. He practically sprints to keep up with Will, chariot wheels creaking happily as they rush over stones and sticks and forgotten weapons.

“We’re leaving now, Chiron! Bye!” Will hollers, moving too fast to give him a second to respond. Luckily, Chiron is similarly busy, galloping after a speeding Harley without more than a backwards wave and a sharp don’t die, please!

“That dynamite I gave Harley’ll only keep everyone distracted another thirty seconds,” Will mutters, ignoring Nico’s alarmed the fucking what you gave Harley, “so we need to move, let’s go.”

“Will — slow down a half fucking second, Christ, not everyone is seventy percent leg — we don’t even have pegasi!”

“Will you keep it down.” Will looks back and forth, eyes wide, like he’s worried someone is going to pop up with a pack of the winged animals. “Just — stop asking questions! We’re almost home free!”

“You’ve gone insane. It’s finally, actually happened, after all these years, who woulda thought, fully bonkers at age sixteen —”

“Oh, shut up.”

Muttering his complaints, Nico helps him push the infernal chariot down Half-Blood Hill. Among his grievances, he makes it abundantly clear that 1) this is stupid, 2) he did not agree to physical labour, 3) he would not have agreed to come if he had known about the physical labour, and 4) this is stupid.

“Just a few more yards, then we can —”

“Okay, no, that’s it.” Nico lets go of the chariot, letting the wheel dig into the soft ground and send the whole thing halting. He meets Will’s pout head-on; arms crossed, jaw set, foot tapping, refusing to give into those big blue eyes.

“C’mon, Neeks.” A faint explosion sounds off in the distance. Will’s eyes get more pleading, more hopeful. “We won’t have much time after the diversion wears off…”

“You have three seconds before I turn the hell around, Solace.”

“Please?”

“One.”

He pushes uselessly at the chariot. It spins a sad little circle without someone pushing the other side. “Neeks!”

“Two.”

“Alright, fine! Help me push again and I’ll explain on the way down.”

“Much easier when you just do as I say,” Nico grumbles, starting to push the stupid (horseless and therefore useless) chariot again. “Isn’t it?”

Will, predictably, rolls his eyes, although he can’t quite help the smile that pulls at his lips. Nico tells the butterflies that go buck fucking wild in his stomach to go to hell. This does nothing.

“How much do you know about the chariot?” Will asks eventually, after a couple minutes of shoving the stupid thing past a deep trench in the soil, leftover from the war. (Nico is going to set the fucking thing on fire. It’s a flying chariot — shouldn’t it be lightweight? Why is he suffering?) They’re nearly three quarters down the hill, and it takes everything Nico has not to risk it all and shadow travel the last couple dozen feet. Yeah, it might kill him, but then his problem would immediately go away. Tempting does not begin to cover it.

“Uh, big source of drama, right? Apollo and Ares worked together to seize it, argued over who got to keep it?”

He cuts a careful glance over to Will, well aware it’s a sensitive topic. He knows the question isn’t a trap — Will would never do that to him — but it’s probably best to tread lightly. As far as he’s concerned, this is a sore point that’ll take more than a couple years to heal.

Luckily, there’s no tension to Will’s face. “Mhm. I wasn’t there for much of the planning, ‘cause I was busy in the infirmary and also, like, twelve, but it took a lot of time on both sides. When Michael and everyone seized it, though, it glowed gold.”

“…Ah.”

Will snorts at his awkwardness, nudging his shoulder. “Yeah. Sure made it hard for the Ares cabin to claim, as dicey as it may be. Here, help me park it on the side of the road.”

There’s a thatch of weeds and undergrowth separating the road from the base of the hill, so dragging the chariot over is a struggle and a half. Nico can’t help but think that this task would be very easy if the chariot was harnessed to a couple pegasi and flying over the fucking thatch, as it is meant to do. When he voices this very valid thought, Will does not respond.

He does walk into a thistle, though, so Nico feels considerably better about the whole ordeal.

“The thing about the blessing —” Will grunts, yanking the chariot onto the gravel shoulder with one final tug — “is that it’s not that big of a deal. My dad blesses shit all the time. Our cabin is blessed. The infirmary is blessed. Hell, half my scalpels are blessed, and I throw those things out all the time ‘cause they’re dangerous when they get dull. Just because my dad blessed it doesn’t mean we actually have to keep it.”

“Okay…” Nico says slowly, “then why was it such a big deal?”

“The blessing on its own wasn’t.” Will’s voice gets fainter as he lowers himself onto the pavement, dragging himself under the belly of the chariot. Nico is confused for a full three seconds before a particularly rough patch of asphalt snags Will’s shirt and drags, and wow, are those jeans low rise. His throat is suddenly very dry. “Blessing a chariot on the other hand…”

Will makes a dorky little noise of success, crawling back from under the chariot. When he resurfaces, he’s grinning, carved piece of wood the same material as the chariot clenched in his hand. There’s soot smeared across his left cheek, his curls have tangled themselves into more of a mess than usual, and there are three separate scuff marks on his nice jeans.

Nico ducks his head, hiding a smile. What a dorky loser. Even dressed up as he is (boy, has Nico fallen low, if he’s calling jeans and cowboy boots dressed up), he still manages to look like…Will.

A really, really hot version of Will, but. Whatever. Details.

“The hell is that?”

“This,” Will says grandly, feeling around the wall of the chariot until he finds a specific spot, “is the reason my brother gave a fuck about a dumbass chariot.” He sticks the edge of the wooden tool in a tiny groove, wedging it open to reveal a hidden panel and a small, golden button. Nico meets Will’s grin with raised eyebrows, impressed.

“What do you know about Michael?”

“Uh, not too much.”

“You think he, in any reality, would have had that much interest in a hunk of wood?”

Nico had scarcely met him more than a couple times, but Michael Yew made an impression, that was for sure. For someone who was shorter than Nico when he was ten years old, he sure took up a lot of space. In the few times Nico remembers seeing him, he’d been concerned with his bow, his camera, or showing any given person who so much as blinked at him wrong just how quickly he could turn their ass concave. If Nico is correct, actually, the one time he and a pegasus had been in the same vicinity, they’d hissed at each other. Nico didn’t even know pegasi could hiss.

He tries to find a delicate way to say this.

“He seemed more interested in other endeavours,” he says politely.

Will laughs loudly. “He would rather shove an arrow in his eye than race a chariot!” His bright smile is impossible not to match, and Nico is relieved to find him totally comfortable, relaxed; hell, even excited. Usually, any talk of his siblings, even fond, makes him quiet. He’s glad for this change, however unusual. “Man, I loved my brother more than anything, but he was the most ornery motherfucker I’ve ever met in my life. He taught me every swear in every language by the time I was nine, just because he knew it would drive Lee batty. He didn’t care about some spoil of war.”

He smirks, wide and devilish, and Nico’s knees go weak. Dimples like that should be illegal.

“He was smart, though. And he figured, if dad’s blessing made this chariot anything like his own…”

He reaches out and presses the golden button with his thumb, letting go and standing back once he registers a faint click. After a couple seconds, the chariot begins to glow, soft at first, then brighter, then Nico has to squeeze his eyes shut to avoid the stinging burn, and then when he opens them, it —

He gapes. Will grins.

Where the chariot used to be, is now a shiny, brand-new, black and yellow motorbike, two helmets gleaming on the sparkling leather seat.

“…Then it might be a little more than some lousy chariot.”

Without waiting for Nico to pick his jaw off the floor, Will rushes forward. He tosses one of the helmets to Nico — which he barely manages to catch, still working on processing what the fuck just happened — and tucks the other under his arm. Nico happens to notice how his biceps flex with the action, and then vows to have his father bankrupt the entire polo shirt industry, because he can never be caught lacking like this by any mortal soul. It’s humiliating.

There’s a click as Will unlatches the seat, lifting it up to access the compartment under it. He pulls out a bundle mass of black fabric, and with a flick of his shoulders reveals it to be a fucking leather jacket and oh, gods, Nico takes back the polo shirt complaints, he can live with the polo shirt. This is too much. This is —

“Any time you’re done ogling at me, you can climb on,” Will calls out. He doesn’t even have the good grace to look in Nico’s direction, instead sliding on the seat facing resolutely forward, amused smirk on his face. And because he wants Nico to die, actually, he straightens his jacket, making sure it fits his shoulders right (by the gods does it ever) brushes his hair backwards (there is no genuine reason for someone’s hair to actually shine in the sunlight) and slides his helmet on. When he finally does look back in Nico’s direction, through his raised visor, the combined sight of his sparkling blue eyes and the cut of his face under the angular helmet actually gives him tachycardia.

“I hate you,” Nico croaks. “Not joking.”

Will throws his head back and laughs, baring his long, tanned throat. Nico follows the bob of his adam’s apple like Tantalus does the forbidden fruit. It’s horrible, and what’s worse is that Will is visibly preening like the fuckin’ peacock he is. Someone should remind him he’s basically a dressed up turkey. Or something. Nico’s brain is operating at twenty percent capacity, his ability to metaphor properly is a secondary concern.

“Just get over here, you goober. We’re on a time limit, remember?”

Shoving his helmet on to hide his flaming face, Nico does, sliding on with a healthy four inches of space between them.

“Mm, not gonna work, ParaNorman. This thing’s enchanted, we’ll be going well over a hundred. Hold on properly.”

Praying to seven different gods for strength, at once, Nico scooches the agonizing few inches closer.

“Hands around waist, Death Boy.”

“I’m fucking — I’m getting there, you asshole, gimme a goddamn second.”

“Do you need help?”

“I need you to shut the fuck up so I can focus.”

Maybe it’s the healer in him, or maybe there actually is a god looking out for Nico and they decide to have mercy. Maybe it’s a third option. Either way, Will reaches back and wraps his callused hands around Nico’s wrist, tugging them gently forward and resting them on the narrow curve of his hips. Nico holds them there, along with his breath, until some of the panicky tension starts to loosen in his chest, and he relaxes forward, resting his chest against Will’s back.

“There,” he says quietly, humming with approval when Nico’s arms link properly around his waist. He squeezes his clasped wrists once — a silent you good? — and waits for Nico’s minute nod, face buried in the back of Will’s neck, before starting up the engine, revving it twice before leaning forward, body flush to the bike. Nico can practically feel his grin, it’s so clear in his mind’s eye, in the delight thrumming through Will’s entire body, that he can’t help his own smile, too, can’t help but feel the thrum of the machine, the sharp smell in the air. He tightens his hold and Will lets out a loud, whooping laugh.

“Let’s ride, baby!”

With a push off the ground and a twist of a thrusters, they’re off, leaving behind only the echo of the roaring engine and the joyful, startled sound of Nico’s shriek.

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[dxrlingluv]

Hi! Saw your asks were open and wanted to request

I loved the modern skeptic reader with the big 3, can I ask for that same prompt but with apollo, hermes, dionysus and aeolus please? Love your works btw!!

You’re joking

A/N : Too lazy to post. Sorry, chat. Thank you roseinbloom for requesting this! Original idea is from here.

WARNING : GN!Reader. Scenarios. Includes Hermes, Apollo, Dionysus, and Aeolus (individually).

Word Count : 3.6k

HERMES

The coffee shop hummed with the usual morning rush, a symphony of clinking mugs, the hiss of the espresso machine, and hushed conversations. Y/N was buried in their laptop, nursing a lukewarm latte, trying to meet a looming deadline. Their brow was furrowed in concentration, completely oblivious to the world around them, until a sudden, almost imperceptible whoosh of air preceded a figure sliding into the chair opposite them.

He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, a smile that could charm the socks off a statue, and an energy that seemed to vibrate through the air, making the very molecules around him buzz. He was dressed in a surprisingly stylish track suit, complete with sleek, almost futuristic-looking sneakers.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice a smooth, rapid-fire melody, not really waiting for an answer as he set down a ridiculously oversized messenger bag that looked far too light for its size. "Every other table is a fortress of solitude, and frankly, I'm feeling rather social. Plus, I saw you wrestling with that spreadsheet, and I'm a sucker for a good challenge."

Y/N blinked, startled out of their coding trance. They looked up, a little taken aback by his sheer audacity and the sudden invasion of their personal space. "Uh, sure, I guess," Y/N managed, trying to process the blur of his arrival.

"Excellent!" he declared, already pulling out a sleek, impossibly thin tablet and a stylus. "The name's Mercury. And you are?" He extended a hand, and his grip was surprisingly firm, almost electric.

"Just... Y/N," Y/N replied, a small smile tugging at their lips despite themselves. He was undeniably charming, if a bit much. His eyes seemed to dart everywhere at once, taking in every detail of the coffee shop, the street outside, and even the tiny, almost invisible tear in Y/N's sleeve.

Mercury, as he called himself, was a whirlwind of anecdotes and observations. He talked about his "delivery job" that took him all over the world in impossibly short times – "One minute I'm in Tokyo, the next I'm delivering a very important document to a remote village in the Andes! Time zones are a nightmare, but you get used to it." He then segued into his "side hustle" as a tech guru who could fix any device with a flick of his wrist – "Oh, your Wi-Fi's acting up? Probably just needs a little... nudge. I've got a trick for that. Trust me, I'm practically the patron saint of lost signals." And then his "hobby" of mediating disputes between... well, he just said "difficult individuals," with a knowing smirk. "You wouldn't believe the squabbles I have to sort out. It's like herding cats, but with more shouting and occasional lightning bolts."

Y/N found themselves laughing more than they had all week. His stories were outlandish, yet he told them with such conviction and a twinkle in his eye that Y/N couldn't help but be entertained. He had an answer for everything, and his logic, while convoluted, somehow made sense in his rapid-fire delivery.

"You know," he said, leaning back with a grin, a stray lock of golden-brown hair falling across his forehead, "sometimes I feel like I'm just a glorified messenger. But someone's got to keep things moving, right? The world would grind to a halt without me. Imagine the chaos! Packages stuck, messages undelivered, deals falling through... it's a nightmare scenario."

Y/N chuckled, taking a sip of their now-cold latte. "Sounds like a lot of pressure for one guy. You must be really important. Like, the CEO of Global Logistics and Tech Support."

He winked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "More important than you know, Y/N. I'm practically indispensable. I'm the reason your packages arrive on time, your internet connects without a hitch, and sometimes, even why you find that last, perfect parking spot right when you need it. It's all about flow, you see. I ensure the flow."

Y/N rolled their eyes playfully, a genuine smile now firmly in place. "Right, and I'm the Queen of England. You're just a very efficient delivery driver with an overactive imagination and a caffeine addiction."

Mercury threw his head back and laughed, a genuine, booming sound that turned a few heads at nearby tables. He clapped his hands together, a sound like two small thunderclaps. "Oh, Y/N, if only you knew. I am the messenger. The divine messenger, to be precise. Hermes, at your service. And yes, sometimes I do have winged sandals, though they're more for special occasions these days. Too much attention, you know."

Y/N stared at him, their smile slowly fading, replaced by a look of utter disbelief. A beat of silence hung in the air, broken only by the gentle hum of the coffee shop. Then, Y/N burst out laughing, a loud, uncontrolled peal that made more heads turn. "Hermes? Seriously? What, did you just step out of a mythology textbook? And winged sandals? Next you'll tell me you hang out with Zeus and ride a chariot made of clouds!"

He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. "Wouldn't you like to know? Zeus is quite the character, let me tell you. Always stirring up trouble."

Y/N just shook their head, still chuckling, trying to catch their breath. "You're hilarious, Mercury. A real character. You should try stand-up comedy. But seriously, what's your actual job? Are you a performance artist? A method actor?"

He sighed dramatically, a playful pout on his lips, though his eyes still danced with mirth. "And here I thought I was being so subtle. The truth is often stranger than fiction, Y/N. Fine, you win. For now. But don't come crying to me when your next online order gets lost in the ether, or your phone decides to spontaneously combust."

Y/N just grinned, shaking their head. "Deal. Now, about that coffee... you buying? You did invite yourself to my table, after all."

He snapped his fingers, a small, almost imperceptible gust of wind rustling the papers on Y/N's laptop. "Consider it done. Anything for my darling. Perhaps one day, you'll see the light. Or rather, the speed."

APOLLO

The open mic night was in full swing at "The Muse's Den," a dimly lit, slightly sticky-floored venue known for its eclectic mix of performers. Y/N was regretting their decision to attend. The poetry was... earnest, the comedy was... trying, and the music was... well, let's just say it was an experience in experimental noise. Y/N was nursing a flat soda, mentally preparing their polite applause, when a man stepped onto the small stage, bathed in the dim, smoky spotlight.

He had a shock of golden hair that seemed to catch the light even in the gloom, eyes that sparkled with an almost unnatural, crystalline light, and a well-worn acoustic guitar that looked like it had seen better days, yet somehow felt ancient and revered in his hands. He wore a simple, white linen shirt that seemed to glow faintly.

He strummed a few chords, and the entire room seemed to quiet, as if the very air held its breath. His voice, when it came, was pure liquid gold, rich and resonant, filling the space with a melody that was both ancient and utterly modern, like sunlight breaking through clouds. He sang about sunsets and starlight, about the quiet power of art, about the beauty of the human spirit, and the fleeting nature of joy. His lyrics were profound, his delivery flawless, and his presence commanded attention without being overbearing. Y/N found themselves completely captivated, forgetting their lukewarm soda and the awkward silence that had plagued the previous acts. It was like listening to the sun itself sing.

After his set, which earned him a thunderous standing ovation and shouts for an encore, he gracefully bowed and then, to Y/N's surprise, found them at the bar. "Enjoy the show?" he asked, his voice just as captivating up close, a warm, golden timbre that sent a shiver down Y/N's spine.

"More than I expected, honestly," Y/N admitted, a blush creeping up their neck. "You're incredible. Seriously, where did you learn to sing like that? What's your name?"

"Just Leo," he said, offering a dazzling smile that seemed to brighten the entire bar. "And you're Y/N." He seemed to know Y/N's name without them telling him, which was a little unsettling but also... intriguing. Y/N wondered if they'd been introduced by a mutual friend, but couldn't recall.

Y/N spent the next hour talking to Leo, and he was utterly fascinating. He spoke about his "passion for healing," which involved volunteering at a local clinic, claiming he had a "knack for knowing what ails people, even before they say it." He then moved on to his "love for the arts," which included not just music, but painting, poetry, and even sculpting. He mentioned a strange "side gig" where he sometimes helped people "find their path" or "see the future," which he dismissed as just being good at reading patterns and human nature. "It's all about observation, Y/N," he'd said with a knowing look. "And a little intuition." He even mentioned a knack for "foretelling the weather," which he dismissed as just being good at reading atmospheric pressure and cloud formations.

"Sometimes," he mused, gazing into his drink, the ice clinking softly, "I feel like I'm meant for something more. Like I have a purpose beyond just... being Leo. A grander calling, perhaps. It's a heavy burden, but a beautiful one."

Y/N nodded, understanding the sentiment. "I think everyone feels that way sometimes. Like there's a bigger picture we're missing, or a destiny we haven't quite found yet."

He looked at Y/N, his eyes intense, seeming to peer right into their soul. "Oh, there's a bigger picture, Y/N. And I'm a pretty significant part of it. I bring light, healing, and inspiration to the world. I guide the sun across the sky, you know, ensuring the days turn into nights and the crops grow. It's a full-time job, really."

Y/N blinked, a slow, incredulous smile spreading across their face. "You guide the sun? Wow, Leo, that's quite the job description. So, you're like, a celestial traffic controller? Or maybe a very dedicated astrophysicist with a flair for the dramatic?"

He chuckled, a warm, melodious sound that resonated deep within Y/N's chest. "Something like that, but far more ancient and far less reliant on technology. I am Apollo, god of the sun, music, healing, and prophecy. And yes, sometimes I do ride a magnificent chariot pulled by fiery steeds."

Y/N burst out laughing, a genuine, hearty laugh that made their shoulders shake and drew a few curious glances. "Apollo? Seriously? You're telling me you're a Greek god? And here I thought you were just a really talented musician with a flair for the dramatic and maybe a slight delusion of grandeur." Y/N wiped a tear from their eye, still chuckling. "That's a good one, Leo. You almost had me there for a second."

He sighed, a hint of amusement in his voice, but also a touch of weary resignation. "The skepticism is strong with this one. But it's true, Y/N. I've been doing this for millennia. The sun doesn't just 'rise' on its own, you know."

Y/N shook their head, still grinning. "Okay, 'Leo,' you're good. Really good. You've got the whole mysterious, ancient vibe down. But I think you've had a few too many of those fancy craft beers. Let's get you some water, or maybe a taxi home."

He just smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of ages. "Perhaps. But remember this night, Y/N. You met a god, and you laughed in his face. It's not every day that happens."

"And I'd do it again," Y/N retorted, still grinning. "Now, tell me, do you have any more of those amazing songs? Because 'celestial traffic controller' or not, your music is divine."

DIONYSUS

The underground club, "The Bacchanal," pulsed with the relentless beat of the music, a kaleidoscope of strobing lights and bodies moving in sync, a heady mix of sweat and cheap perfume. Y/N was trying to navigate the crowded dance floor, feeling a little out of place amidst the uninhibited revelry, when a hand suddenly grabbed their arm, pulling them into the swirling vortex of dancers.

Y/N spun around, ready to apologize or scold, and came face to face with a man who seemed to embody the very spirit of the club. He had wild, dark curls that framed a face alight with an almost unhinged, joyous energy. His eyes sparkled with an intoxicating mirth, and his laugh, when it came, was a booming, infectious sound that cut through the thumping bass.

"You look like you need to loosen up!" he shouted over the music, his voice surprisingly clear and resonant, almost as if the sound waves parted for him. "Come on, Y/N, let's dance! The night is young, and inhibitions are for squares!"

Before Y/N could protest, he pulled them deeper into the swirling mass of people, his energy utterly contagious. He moved with a primal grace, his movements fluid and uninhibited, a dance that seemed to predate modern choreography. Y/N found themselves laughing and dancing along, forgetting their self-consciousness and inhibitions, caught up in his magnetic aura.

His name was Dion, and he was a force of nature. He talked about his "family vineyard" that produced the most exquisite, mind-altering wines – "It's not just grapes, Y/N, it's... an experience. A journey for the soul!" He spoke of his "travels" to remote villages where he taught people how to "celebrate life" and "embrace the wildness within," often involving impromptu festivals and a lot of very good wine. He even mentioned an "unusual talent" for making everyone feel completely at ease, dissolving their worries and bringing out their true selves. He seemed to embody pure, unadulterated joy, a living, breathing party.

"Life's too short to be serious all the time, right?" he yelled, spinning Y/N around, his grin wide and carefree. "You gotta embrace the madness, the ecstasy! Let go! Feel the rhythm, feel the freedom!"

Y/N grinned back, breathless from the dancing and the sheer force of his personality. "You're definitely one of a kind, Dion. I've never met anyone quite like you."

He winked, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, I am. I bring the party, the revelry, the unbridled passion. I am the spirit of liberation, the one who frees you from your worries, who lets you taste true joy. I ignite the spark of life!"

Y/N laughed, shaking their head. "Sounds like you should be a life coach, or maybe a cult leader. You've got a real knack for getting people to let loose."

He threw his head back, a booming laugh echoing through the club, momentarily overpowering the music. "Something like that, but much, much older. And with a lot more grapes involved, and a few more... interesting followers. I am Dionysus, god of wine, revelry, madness, and ecstasy. And yes, sometimes I have maenads, but they're mostly chill these days."

Y/N stopped dancing, staring at him, their laughter dying in their throat. The strobing lights of the club seemed to swirl around him, and for a fleeting moment, Y/N almost believed him. His eyes held an ancient wisdom, and his presence seemed to fill the entire space. Then, Y/N scoffed, a disbelieving laugh bubbling up. "Dionysus? Seriously? Are you on something, Dion? Or did you just have a little too much of your 'family vineyard's' finest? Because you're sounding a little... unhinged."

He shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes, completely unoffended. "A little of both, perhaps. The wine is divine, after all. But the truth remains, Y/N. I am the god of the vine, the one who brings joy and chaos in equal measure. I am the spirit of freedom."

Y/N shook their head, a wide, amused smile still playing on their lips. "You're absolutely insane, Dion. But in the best possible way. You're the most entertaining person I've met all year. Come on, let's get another drink. You can tell me more about your 'divine' family and your 'maenads'."

He clapped his hands together, his eyes gleaming. "Now you're talking! To madness and beyond! And trust me, my family gatherings are legendary." He pulled Y/N back into the dance, the music seeming to swell around them, and for a moment, Y/N felt truly free.

AEOLUS

The annual city kite festival was a vibrant spectacle, the sky a shifting canvas of colorful, soaring creations, from intricate dragons to whimsical cartoon characters. Y/N was struggling with their own flimsy, store-bought kite, which seemed determined to nosedive into the nearest puddle despite Y/N's most frantic efforts. The wind, or lack thereof, was proving to be a formidable adversary.

Y/N sighed in exasperation, their arms aching from trying to coax the stubborn fabric into flight, when a man with windswept, almost perpetually disheveled hair and eyes the color of a stormy, distant sky approached them. He had a quiet intensity about him, and an almost imperceptible hum seemed to emanate from him, like the faint sound of distant wind chimes. He wore a simple, well-worn leather jacket, despite the mild weather.

"Having some trouble there?" he asked, his voice soft but carrying a surprising resonance, like the rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze.

Y/N sighed again, letting the kite string go slack for a moment. "Understatement of the year. This thing hates me. Or maybe the wind hates me. I think it's personal."

He smiled, a gentle, almost wistful expression that softened the intensity in his eyes. "Perhaps it just needs a little guidance. A whisper in the right direction." He reached out a hand, his fingers long and slender, and as his fingertips brushed ever so lightly against the kite string, a sudden, strong, yet perfectly controlled gust of wind caught Y/N's kite, sending it soaring gracefully into the sky. It danced and dipped, then climbed higher and higher, a perfect arc against the blue.

Y/N gasped, utterly stunned, their jaw dropping. "Whoa! How did you do that? That was incredible! It was just... dead still a second ago!"

"Just a knack," he said, his gaze fixed on the now-dancing kite, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I have a way with the air, you could say. It tends to listen to me. My name is Zephyr."

Zephyr, as he introduced himself, was a man of few words, but his presence was powerful and calming, like the eye of a storm. He talked about his "work" in meteorology, predicting storms with uncanny accuracy – "It's all about feeling the currents, sensing the shifts, you know. The models are just a guide." He then spoke of his "hobby" of sailing, claiming he could always find the perfect breeze, even on the calmest days. He even mentioned a "family business" that involved managing global air currents and weather patterns, which he vaguely described as "complicated logistics" and "keeping things balanced."

"The wind," he murmured, watching a distant cloud formation slowly shift shape, "it has a will of its own. It can be fierce, gentle, playful. But it can be guided. Directed. It listens to me. It's like a symphony, and I'm the conductor."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a skeptical smile playing on their lips. "So you're saying you control the wind? Like, you're a weather wizard? Or maybe you just have a really good app on your phone?"

He turned to Y/N, his expression unreadable for a moment, then a small, genuine smile touched his lips, a rare sight that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. "Something like that. More ancient than a wizard, and certainly more powerful than an app. I am the keeper of the winds, the one who commands the breezes and the gales. I am Aeolus. And no, I don't have a giant bag of wind, though the myths are rather persistent on that point."

Y/N stared at him, then burst into a fit of giggles, clutching their stomach. "Aeolus? You're telling me you're the Greek god of wind? That's rich! Oh my god, Zephyr, you're hilarious! What, do you have a secret wind tunnel in your backyard? Or do you just stand on a hill and shout at the clouds?"

He looked at Y/N, his expression unreadable for a moment, then his smile widened, a hint of genuine amusement in his eyes. "Not a tunnel, no. And shouting is rarely effective. It's more about... persuasion. But yes, I am he. I've been guiding the winds since before your ancestors learned to sail."

Y/N shook their head, still laughing, tears pricking the corners of their eyes. "You're a riot, Zephyr. A total charmer. You've got a great imagination. But seriously, that kite trick was amazing. You should work for a circus, or maybe become a professional kite flyer. You'd win every competition."

He chuckled softly, a sound like dry leaves rustling. "Perhaps I should. But for now, I'll stick to my current profession. Though, I must admit, it's always entertaining to see the look on a mortal's face when they realize the truth. Or, in your case, when they refuse to believe it."

"Keep dreaming, 'Aeolus'," Y/N said, still grinning, nudging him playfully. "Now, can you make my kite do a loop-de-loop? And maybe spell out my name in the sky?"

He winked, a rare, playful gesture. "For you, Y/N, anything is possible. Just watch the sky."

[nothing-impt]

(I lost my mind thinking about how the Fried Chicken Au came about and wrote a crack fic ft. Flying snakes. Also I am terrible at writing but I couldn't help myself)

---- “Ah, darling! There you are, as much as I love staring into your eyes, where is your blindfold?”  Hermes chirped, greeting the prophet as he sat next to him near the Lethe. Tiresias scoffed, “Oedipus came by today and pissed on all of them. I sent them to the wash.” “All of them?” “Every single one. Is everything alright? I was told you needed to meet me rather urgently.” He paused. “Is it about Odysseus? Did something happen to him?” Hermes cleared his throat. “No. My lovely great-grandson’s doing fine! He should be heading home pretty soon!” “So what’s the issue?” “...” “Hermes?” “Uh.. maybe you should just feel me to find out.” “Hermes, I am not falling for your tricks to get me to grope you.” “No, no! I’m being serious! Just trust me.” Tiresias leaned over and reached for where Hermes was supposed to be and his fingers brushed air. He scowled “There’s nothing there. I told you, no more tricks.” “You’re almost there! Just move your hands down a little!” “You better not be lying-” His fingers brushed against feathers. “Am I touching your shoes?” Hermes chuckled nervously “No?” The prophet pulled back “What exactly am I touching?” “Uh.. I’m kind of a dove now?” “Please tell me you’re joking.” Tiresias deadpanned. “I wish I was! One moment I was delivering messages and the next- boom! I was a bird! Here, touch me again!” A nearby soul wolf whistled and Tiresias hushed him, face burning  “Please, don’t say it like that!” he bent down and stroked dove Hermes, who crooned happily. “Maybe I should bring you to Lord Hades. He might have an answer.” Dove Hermes (Dovemes?) squawked out a laugh and ruffled his feathers. “I doubt it, all the Olympians have been affected. Dad’s currently an eagle, Polly’s a crow and Arty’s a quail. Don’t get me started on Uncle P, he’s a blue seagull! But Dio’s a little scary…” “What bird did Lord Dionysus turn into? A hawk?” “Worse. He turned into this purple flamingo-looking sculpture. He doesn’t move. Just stares. He kept asking for a drink though. Dad told the nymphs to dunk him in a bowl of wine so we all didn’t have to look at him. Aphrodite was super creeped out. She’s a swan, by the way.” Tiresias shuddered, “A curse must have been afflicted for Olympians to turn this way. Especially Lord Dionysus, to be deprived of movement.” Dovemes crooned in agreement as Tiresias continued to pet his feathers. “Anyway, it’s highly likely that Uncle Hades is a bird too! Look, he’s here now- Oh. nice eyes Uncle H!” Tiresias reached over to grab his staff and stood to greet the ruler of the Underworld. “Lord Hades.” “Greetings, Tiresias. Nephew, I see you have told the prophet about our predicament?” Dovemes lets out a chirp, “Yup! Wow, Uncle, I’m really digging the dazed look you’re going for- ow!” Tiresias prodded Hermes with his staff once more. “He may be your uncle, but don’t forget who you’re talking to. May I ask what bird you are Lord Hades?”

The sound of the ruffling feathers was heard, “I am a Potoo. Though I suppose we are centuries before its kind is made known to Greece. Excuse me, while I go find my wife to explain why her husband is currently a bird from  unknown origins.” With a squawk and a beat of wings, Hades left. Dovemes sighed, “Well, I better get going.” Tiresias raised a brow, “What? But you’re still stuck as a bird!” “Dad just sent out a message, he wants all of us to gather in Olympus to figure this out. I won’t visit for a while, but you can have this!”

Tiresias felt a small-clawed foot slip a feather into his palm. "Wait. Hang on-"

“I’ll see you around, darling!” And Dovemes flew off.

Tiresias sighed. What in Zeus’ name is going on?

[qinnyanimation]

No word needed

My favorite moment of Oinops and Pathoseus is the week after their break up… A continuation from the break up.

Oinops came to the art room the next morning to apologize, but ended up worsened the situation.

The Ariadne thing came from Pathoseus calling Oinops the embodiment of Dionysus…Oinops called him Ariadne back and promised to find him when he needed him most no matter if he was abandoned on a shore.

5 days and nights.

Pathoseus was so mad. He tried his best to keep his act together but couldn’t do so. He tried to do all the things he loved, he painted , he crafted but nothing worked. The frame is completely empty.

He kept on repeating Oinops words. All the meaningful things he needed to hear for all his life. He tried to seek him out but Oinops was nowhere to be seen. He ran away from the academy. Pathoseus was all alone once again.

But when he finally realized how both of them are scared to face with their feelings, he dropped everything and ran.

Oinops was no different, he ran away to the cult he used to drown himself in (Cult of Dionysus, yes this man used to be WILD) but he just stood there, in the middle of all the madness. Drowning in his own feelings, he tried to write down his apologies. But everything turned out like a cheap play script. Days and nights trying to find the right words.

He realized once again, that forgiveness is not what he wanted. But to let Pathoseus know he cared. He dropped everything, and ran.

( Me and moot wrote a whole one shot on each of their perspectives on those 5 days, here’s mine! I’m too tired to translate all those so… uh if you really want to read it I think a translator might do the trick? )

Return to each other’s arm

The closer to the academy, the faster Oinops’s paces is. The further from the art class, the faster Pathoseus ran.

They saw each other again. In front of the academy. In the middle of the center field. No word needed, Pathoseus ran into Oinops knocking both of them on to the grass field.

Oinops having been knocked to the ground, he just laughed. His voice was dry from all the cries and breakdowns but he laughed. Pathoseus just hugged him so afraid to let go once again. Bawling his eyes out crying like a wet puppy.

(The bottom pic was by @aungcha Oinops’s creator!)

They had there moments…after both calm down, Pathoseus mentioned his sister again. But with Oinops telling him that Apatheinia will most likely visit TOMORROW. Giving Patho peak anxiety but this time he had his love cheering him on…

On the other side, a ship slowly reaching Athens. With a girl ready to mourn the loss of her brother for one last time.

[ma1dita]

lovers, or partners in crime

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader prev -> if you need to be mean (be mean to me) | next -> love like a blister: the five stages of loving losing luke words: 2.1k summary: (post-tlt) The one where Annabeth and Percy think you're guilty too. You realize his betrayal a little too late, and he's left you looking like an accomplice. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader a/n: eye twitches drink water and take care luke nation (posted 2/2/24 & betad by ellie and lari ty ladies mwah @lixzey @mrsaluado )

—

Exhaustion creeps up on you slowly, then all at once.

It’s been a long week at Camp Half Blood—with trying to stop a war from starting between the cabins and praying to the gods that the trio can stop everyone’s godrents from destroying the balance of the world, you could say you were kept busy making sure the place doesn’t go up in flames. 

Taking orders from Chiron and your dad has been your daily routine from sunrise to sundown, and you were glad to have Luke’s arms to fall into at the end of the night. But you woke up alone this morning, and a heavy feeling in your chest that’s been plaguing you for a while now feels more prominent as you drag your boots across camp for another long day.

Exhaustion blinds us and dulls the senses, but so does love. Sometimes it was hard to tell which was taking effect.

How long were you willing to ignore the signs in front of you?

Maybe it was just another bad day. Your mind felt like it was playing tricks on you, still in a haze from Luke keeping you up the night before, the feeling of his touch still lingering in your pores—evidence of eyebags and lovebites carefully hidden under concealer. You find yourself almost walking in a dream state, before Katie calls out to you, tapping you on the shoulder.

“Did you hear? Annabeth’s back. It’s all gonna be over soon,” she exclaims, and the both of you sigh in relief. You’d do anything to get this over with and take a long break. The idea of a long weekend with Luke somewhere, anywhere but here sounds like Elysium in comparison to what you’ve put yourselves through recently.

“You see Luke anywhere, Katie?”

She hums, her hand reaching out to fix some of the trampled foliage along the path, before she looks up at you, shaking her head.

“Not this morning, no. Maybe he’s with Annabeth?”

You nod thoughtfully, stretching your arms back to soothe the tension in your back. You’ll find him sooner or later, now that this is all over.

You always do.

—

“Clarisse stole the master bolt.” 

Your fingers wound themselves tighter around Luke’s at Percy’s declaration, but you can’t help but watch your boyfriend’s face closely as the rest of the conversation passes in the background. It’s been a weird day, to say the least—helping to set up for Percy’s celebration, and Luke being tightlipped and distant the whole while. You don’t think he’s actually said a single word to you since last night until he dragged you into his cabin to see Annie and Percy.

“Everyone was ready to join the war here. To start fighting each other. An accusation against Clarisse…” you reason awkwardly, more of a question than a statement. Standing here with your friends, you feel like the odd one out. How could you miss out on Clarisse being the lightning thief? But Luke looks at the two kids in front of you as determined as the devil himself.

He knew. 

He spares you a sidelong glance, a smile quirking up on the scarred side of his face.

When did Luke start making plans without you? 

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, tranquility comes off of you in waves; you barely notice that Luke drops your hand until you hear him speak again. 

“You’ve stopped the war. You’ve saved the world. Now, it’s safe to tell Chiron and finish cleaning up the mess. I told him we needed to meet him away from the celebration so we can talk without any of Clarisse’s supporters noticing.” Luke crosses his arms, trying to avoid the reach of your powers and your scorching stare while his gaze is sharp on Percy, and suddenly, the heavy feeling in your chest has a name, revealing itself as doubt. 

How could you be so stupid? 

Eyes don’t lie, even if Luke does, and you finally see through him, so much that you fear you’ve found his other side. 

Annabeth grabs your hand, your head whipping to look at her as she speaks, “We’ll keep an eye on Clarisse while you’re gone. Make sure she isn’t going anywhere.” You feel your body shake with paranoia as you start to question everything until the daughter of Athena pulls you back to the present. Taking quick steps out of cabin 11, you take a glance back at Luke, seeing him look glumly at you from the doorway, and it reminds you of a simpler time five years ago, with him standing in the same spot he introduced himself to you on his first day at camp. This time, you don’t walk away.

“I’ll find you later, I…I just need to talk to Luke real quick,” you say biting your lip hesitantly. Annabeth’s gaze is cold as steel as she nods, doubt now running through her as well as she watches you walk back to your boyfriend. You catch him by the arm as he tries to glide past you.

“Hey, are you okay?” You’re searching for an answer Luke will never give you, not out loud—as he dodges your glances, keeping a distance between you two. 

“Come on, I’ve gotta go,” he gruffs, anxiety running off of him in waves as his hands fidget at his sides. The sun is setting, and he needs to finish what he was told to do.

“We still have a bit of ti—” He interrupts you swiftly, “Not enough.”

“I know you’re always in charge around here, but not everything can go the way we want, you know?”

Your lips turn into a frown at his words, and you wonder who it is you’re talking to. Surely, not the boy whose arms you fell asleep in last night. You used to be able to figure him out so easily, but now… he’s acting like you’re an enemy. The banter he deals doesn’t usually make you feel like you’re at the short end of a stick, and though he’s right in front of you, it feels like his mind is already miles away. You’re desperate to hold onto whatever you can though, not wanting to let go of whatever’s plaguing him.

“Angelface. Look at me. Percy’s a hero, everything else will fix itself, why are you so—”

Luke sighs, blinking slowly, and you’re surprised when he pulls your hands to his chest, placing them under his camp beads, so you stop speaking. 

You never know when the last time is until it happens. You didn’t think it’d feel like this.

“I need to do this.” 

He’s not talking about turning in Clarisse anymore, and your body reacts before your mind does, surging forward to hug him. Your fingers run up the expanse of his back, the smell of citrus and musk being familiar but the discomfort in his embrace is not. From here, you can’t see his eyes, but his heart rate accelerates as he wounds his hands in your hair, pulling you closer until the space between you is nonexistent.

“Please,” he mumbles. 

Is it a request? 

The shock runs through your veins as you try to think of what to say next—Luke’s never been one to beg.

“I’d do anything to protect our home, Luke, you don’t have to convince me when it’s the right thing to do.”

Your name falls from his lips, almost like he disagrees with what you said, and then you realize he’s begging you.

He’s asking for your permission. He’s asking you to let him go.

“You’re my home, Trouble. You know that right? You’re the only thing that matters to me.”

You try to nod, try to pull away to look at him but he presses you harder into his embrace, like he knows he won’t have the chance again. It hurts, though not in the way you expect.

“L-Luke, you’re hurting me.” Your breath quickens as you try to unravel yourself from him, but you’re unsure where he ends and you begin.

“Just a little bit longer.” 

Your nose buries itself into his neck, and you realize he’s trembling, but you can’t figure out who’s scared, him or you? Voices are echoing in your head and it’s too loud; you clench your fists into his orange camp shirt. Why do you always need to see the proof to believe it’s real? Why do you have to wait until the damage is done?

“I have to do this, Trouble. Everything will change and there’s no other way— either we win or we die. Failure isn’t an option for me. Not again.”

“I thought I was supposed to be the dramatic one,” you mutter, closing your eyes so you don’t have to face the truth for a while more, “but I still love you, despite it.” 

Despite this.

A watery chuckle escapes you, and his hands are trembling as he pushes a strand of your hair back. He holds onto you more softly now, and whether you know it or not, it’s to make up for all the time he’ll have to go without holding you after this. Percy calls out to him in the distance and once Luke frees you from his arms, you wonder why it feels like you’re unraveling at the seams, slowly parting from him. The tether you have on each other loosens, and it’s hard to tell who is being freed, and who is letting go. Luke walks away wordlessly, curls bouncing in the brisk air without a second glance until you call out to him.

“I’ll find you!”

A threat disguised as a promise, you stand there in the middle of the path feeling exposed as the wretched little girl at your core, desperate to be loved, desperate to be enough. 

But it’s not enough for him to stay, now is it?

—-

The truth is, Luke broke your heart before you even lost him, by hitting you where it hurts— he hit home. Camp Half-Blood has always been the one place you’ve known as home, and even if you claim to hate it—you’d die protecting it if that’s what was needed of you. You stay vigilant next to Annabeth, who looks up at your unusually quiet demeanor, and you feel like you have to confess to a crime that you didn’t commit.

“Luke’s leaving camp.”

She nods stiffly without answering you, wondering if you know about what else he’s done, too. Unlike you though, she’d rather find out before the damage is done.

The sun had set an hour ago, and fireworks were going off in the distance, everyone celebrating a hero’s return. You noticed Clarisse still sitting around the campfire with her siblings, Chiron still present and watching the festivities, and what had to be your last straw was noticing Annabeth had disappeared from your side. So you do what you do best, chase after Luke, and hope that you’re not too late.

Your breath heaves as you run through the dark forest without a single plan in mind and hoping, just hoping that no one’s hurt. You run faster towards the sound of swords clanging against each other, two figures illuminated by the fireworks in the distance.

What you didn’t expect to see was Luke’s sword pointed at an injured son of Poseidon sprawled out in the dirt.

“Percy!” your voice yells out shakily, your instincts kicking in as the truth is laid out in front of you, something darker and much worse than anything you could’ve imagined. Blue light illuminates the scarred side of your boyfriend’s face as he turns to look at you with shimmering eyes, and you see Annabeth with her sword raised at…the both of you.

Is this what love is… looking at a person who’s hurt you and still hoping they’re alright? You’re exhausted, wondering how long he’s been lying to your face—while he holds you, kisses you, and takes your pain away… and it all amounted to feeling guilty for letting his deception slip through your fingers and hurting the people you love. 

Luke’s scar you used to compare to a bolt of lightning now looks like a tear cascading from regret. And perhaps he does regret this, losing Annabeth and losing you, but he never turns back on his word once he’s made a decision. 

This one was just made without you. 

There’s a moment where everything goes silent despite the booming in the sky and you both take one last good look at each other, and Percy and Annabeth are unsure if you two look like forlorn lovers, or partners in crime.

“Castellan…”

His face hardens again at the wavering sound of your voice, almost unrecognizable in the dim light, and you know now that this is it. You’ve always been convinced that a love like the one you and Luke share is tailor-made and stitched together by the Fates. But the strings are cut, and like Atropos, he’s the one holding the scissors.

The last thing you see are his dark eyes and how he turns to run away, headfirst into a future without you. 

For a second you could’ve sworn they flashed gold.

—

“I wanted to hurt you

 but the victory is that I could not stomach it.” 

 -Richard Siken

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[superkooku]

Girlfriend, HELP! I had a conversation with two girls today who took Theseus' side against Dionysus in the whole Ariadne affair. And they had the audacity to call Dionysus "the type of lazy husband who does nothing all day and gets his stupid ass drunk". What do I do?? 😭😭

Sounds like these girls are in desperate need for some good ol' Dionysus x Ariadne propaganda ! Don't worry, I'm here to save the day 🫡.

Ok, in all seriousness, these girls are entitled to their opinions buuuuuut they should at least know what they're talking about. If I were you, I'd just present them with the necessary arguments to explain why they work.

A lot of my claims depend on the source but your conversation partners clearly refer to those where he marries Ariadne and not those where she dies alone or with Theseus.

1. "Dionysus is a bad and lazy husband"

Ah yes, Dionysus the notoriously terrible husband that never cares about his wife.

The one who offers her a crown of literal starlight as a wedding gift and honors her in the sky.

The one who grants her a place among the gods and eternal youth.

The one who brings her to his epic journeys throughout the world.

The one whose love affairs are completely separate from his wedding to Ariadne (contrary to Zeus's where it's directly stated that Hera is in the picture) so we can interpret them as him having fun before settling down.

Even in the sources where Ariadne dies in the war against Perseus, Dionysus literally goes in the Underworld to fetch her soul back and resurrect her.

(and also they had a bunch of kids together so we can say they were, in fact, very active 😂).

2. He does nothing and gets drunk

I have a (almost) whole essay series dedicated to debunking this stance. The link is in my pinned post (Dionysus' iceberg)

To sum up, no he's very proactive, had to establish his cult as a god and... idk, just tell your friends to read the Bacchae if they're into Greek mythology and ancient greek plays.

Also, according to one source, he can't even get drunk. Only his followers are in the haze and he's fully in control.

3. He's stupid

Funnily enough, him being a fool is exactly what he tricks OTHERS into thinking.

When the pirates capture him because they think he's a prince, he just stands there, doesn't try to untie himself from the ropes and smiles...

Then he proceeds to fill the ship with vines, summon wild animals and force the pirates to jump at the sea, turning those who didn't drown into dolphins.

This and the Bacchae. Seriously, this play is a must-read before ANY Dionysus discussion starts.

4. They're on Theseus' side

Ok, so they have the right to like Theseus, even though my favorite pastime is making fun of his intellect (like I stated earlier, I don't even hate Theseus).

And my answer to this argument depends on the source. The ones where Theseus just dumps her from his own will or because he "forgor 💀" are 100% a jerk move from his part. Imagine her waking up alone on the island, probably without warning, as she sees the ship of Theseus going away. With black sails btw, because he didn't even think of Aegeus.

And there's Ariadne, crying, lamenting her fate and her own decisions. In the sources where she isn't rescued, she either hangs herself or dies in childbirth, which is absolutely disheartening to read about. She never lives a happy life in those.

But don't worry ! In most other tellings, Aphrodite and Eros know what to do !

Here comes Dionysus. He comforts her with soothing words, instantly smitten with her. After living in a toxic family and with a man that didn't love her, she finally finds love and a joyful entourage.

There's, however, the telling that Dionysus forces Theseus to abandon Ariadne (either by himself or through Athena). In this case, I get why some would be upset.

It's kind of possessive and she has less agency, but it's also proof that he cares about her and isn't a lazy inactive husband at all. So it's a negative that kind of makes Theseus innocent from this incident (though the rest of his love life is an absolute catastrophe).

But the divine couple still ends up happy, Araidne is hailed as a goddess and plays a role in the cult. Besides, it's Greek mythology, so a bit of weirdness and different moral standards should be expected.

This isn't perfectly fluffy or anything but still acceptable since the ending is the same.

Conclusion :

Dionysus x Ariadne supremacy, though I'm ready to take actual counterarguments into account.

At least those that are pulled from sources and not from a retelling like Saint's version.

(also, this works as an apology for procrastinating on the end of my "Dionysus' iceberg" essay. I'll work on that last part one day, promised !)

[fanfic-lover-girl]

The reasoning for Hermes' absence in Luke's life is not adding up

So Hermes says he can't interfere in Luke's life due to the Ancient Laws (are these laws ever clarified somewhere??):

"Luke, I care very much," Hermes said slowly, "but gods must not interfere directly in mortal affairs. It is one of our Ancient Laws. Especially when your destiny . . ."

And we know Hermes loves Luke. Luke is described by Poseidon and Hermes himself as a favoured child. Plus Hermes is really distraught by everything going on with Luke:

His voice broke, and he shrank back to human size. "My son, my greatest pride . . . my poor May . . ." He sounded so devastated I didn't know what to say. One minute he was ready to vaporize us. Now he looked like he needed a hug.

We do see Hermes try to "help" his son by giving him that quest and asking Percy to talk to Luke. Not sure what Hermes was expecting from Percy speaking to his son. It would have made more sense for Hermes to ask Annabeth to do so. But anyway...too little too late either way.

I was reading Titan's Curse and there are multiple actions taken by the gods in that book that directly contradict what Hermes is saying or at the very least could have provided a loophole for Hermes to help Luke in some fashion earlier in life.

Let me go over one by one:

1) Gods can interfere if it relates to their domain (Artemis)

The monster wailed. "This is not fair! Direct interference! It is against the Ancient Laws." "Not so," another girl said. This one was a little younger than me, maybe twelve or thirteen. She had auburn hair gathered back in a ponytail and strange eyes, silvery yellow like the moon. Her face was so beautiful it made me catch my breath, but her expression was stern and dangerous. "The hunting of all wild beasts is within my sphere. And you, foul creature, are a wild beast." She looked at the older girl with the circlet. "Zoe, permission granted."

By this logic, Hermes should be able to interfere if Luke is actively participating in his domain. As a runaway kid, Luke comfortably would be under his jurisdiction as god of travellers or god of thieves/tricks. When Luke was on the Princess Andromeda, a mode of transport, Hermes should have been able to intervene here too. Even if Poseidon could not due to other sea deities.

2) Gods can interfere through prayer (Poseidon, Zeus)

"The blessing of the Wild," Grover said. "That should help with safe passage. Percy, pray to your dad, too. See if he will grant us safe passage through the seas."

"Thalia," I said. "Pray to your dad." She glared at me. "He never answers." "Just this once," I pleaded. "Ask for help. I think… I think the statues can give us some luck."

In Poseidon's case, Percy also needed to make a sacrifice. For Zeus' case, Thalia's life was in danger. Those are some important caveats.

Now Hermes does claim that he answers Luke's prayers:

Hermes readjusted the mailbag on his shoulder. “Percy, the hardest part about being a god is that you must often act indirectly, especially when it comes to your own children. If we were to intervene every time our children had a problem … well, that would only create more problems and more resentment. But I believe if you give it some thought, you will see that Poseidon has been paying attention to you. He has answered your prayers. I can only hope that some day, Luke may realize the same about me...”

Will talk about this at the end...

3) Gods can interfere if you straight up ask (Dionysus)

"You could ask for help," Mr. D murmured to me, as if this were an amusing thought. "You could say please."

Bro, Percy was straight-up disrespectful from start to finish. AND STILL! Mr. D helped after one pathetic, low-effort "please"! COME ON!!! What are we even doing here!?

4) Gods can interfere if they feel like it (Apollo, Ares/Aphrodite)

He put his finger to his lips. "I'm incognito. Call me Fred." "A god named Fred?" "Eh, well… Zeus insists on certain rules. Hands off, when there's a human quest. Even when something really major is wrong. But nobody messes with my baby sister. Nobody." "Can you help us, then?" "Shhh. I already have. Haven't you been looking outside?"

She made a tsk-tsk sound. "Percy, I'm on your side. I'm the reason you're here, after all." I stared at her. "What?" "The poisoned T-shirt the Stoll brothers gave Phoebe," she said. "Did you think that was an accident? Sending Blackjack to find you? Helping you sneak out of the camp?" "You did that?" "Of course! Because really, how boring these Hunters are! A quest for some monster, blah blah blah. Saving Artemis. Let her stay lost, I say. But a quest for true love—"

At least Apollo's motivation was out of love for his twin. Aphrodite's motivation was so shallow it's embarrassing. No wonder her cabin is such a disgrace.

I'm only looking at book 3 but Hera is a notable mention from book 4 and the sequel series as well.

Now let me mull over Hermes answering Luke's prayers -

With how bitter Luke has been towards Hermes, I doubt he was still praying to his father after his failed quest when Kronos began whispering to him. And that's being generous. I bet Luke stopped praying to his dad after he met him the first time.

But we know Luke prayed and asked Hermes for help as a kid:

"Why show yourself now?" Luke demanded. His shoulders were tense, as if he expected a fight. "All these years I've been calling to you, praying you'd show up, and nothing. You left me with her."

My problem here is that we see absolutely no evidence of Hermes ever helping Luke. I bet Hermes was probably guiding Luke subtly while he was on the run but that's up to speculation because I never saw any hints from the Diary of Luke Castellan. There were at least two moments where it could have been clear that Hermes was helping Luke:

How had I known to search for it? Perhaps my dad, Hermes, the jack-of-al-trades god, was guiding me, since he’s got a way with potions and alchemy. Perhaps I’d seen the recipe somewhere before, and searching the apartment had triggered that memory.

I tried to focus on my work. I didn’t realy know what I was doing, but I had no choice. Maybe Hermes was watching out for me, lending me some of his alchemy know-how. Or maybe I just got lucky.

I just wish the signs were a lot clearer in these scenes. We don't know if Luke truly got lucky - we don't attribute Percy's wild ideas and feats to Poseidon, do we? - or Hermes was nudging him. Could be both for all we know but Hermes never brings this moment up.

What prayers exactly had Hermes been answering? We'll never know!

I just think Luke got the short end of the stick. Sometimes I don't know whether Hermes' actions - or lack of - should be attributed to tragedy or Rick's bad writing. How can Hermes see the other gods interfering every other second and truly believe he can't do the same?

Luke baby, you deserved so much better.

[xoxochb]

daughter of chaos reader is new?? I’ve never seen of those ok umm maybe (Also congratulations on 500 feel free to ignore this ask) Daughter of chaos reader x Apollo but she’s training and he has their kid who is more then happy watching their momma practice

oooorr

Apollo meets chaos and its causes well chaos (pun intended)

⋆·˚ ༘ * he was chaos, he was revelry

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, relationship disapproval, endings kinda rushed

pairing: apollo x daughter of chaos

if you could give one sentence of advice to everyone in the universe it would be ‘don’t bring your sunny, egotistical boyfriend to meet your diabolical, dark father’. you were never close with your father in a way that you would tell him everything, like a best friend, no. your relationship was strictly ‘you do as I say and I can tolerate you’. for this reason alone is why you’ve kept your relationship with the sun god a secret from him

you father was the very being who was here since the absolute beginning of the universe, chaos. you supposed he wouldn’t be very happy with the news you brought to his palace. you also supposed that zeus wouldn’t be happy if he were to gain knowledge of his relationship also. although your relentless trips to olympus had been hidden from zeus’ watchful eyes you’d failed to keep your relations private from the prying eyes of aphrodite, and once the news got out to her you found the news spread quickly, however you were quick to shut down allegations once hera had heard through the grapevines (as unbelievable as it sounds- she quite literally heard from the vines, damn dionysus can’t keep his vines quiet)

when you take the very last step in front of your fathers throne, his dark eyes not happy to see the boy beside you illuminating light in the stygian room

your father speaks at last, “what is he doing here?”

you take apollo’s hand in yours, to calm both your nerves and his (you took notice of how his demeanor was the same as his mortal self- scared and he probably peed himself at this point)

“that’s what I came here to talk to you about” you take in a deep breath before continuing, “I don’t really know how to explain this without- well, explaining it. so I’m just going to say it: apollo and I have been seeing each other for quite some time. you probably took notice of my lack of appearance at your palace, that’s because I’ve been staying on olympus. I don’t expect to move back here unless something unfortunate were to occur. that is all”

“no” says chaos

“no what?”

“this relationship”

your demeanor switches from scared to furious in a matter of moments. “what? that’s not-”

“there is nothing to discuss, you are not allowed to see him anymore”

apollo speaks for the first time, “if I may-”

“you may not” chaos demands, “he is rambunctious, egotistical, and an idiot. he is not suited for you”

“but daddy I love him!”

“do you think that matters? love is silly, ridiculous even”

excuse, excuse, why can’t you think of an excuse at the moment you need to most?! a light blurb goes off in your head- possibly the most horrifying thing you could think to say but your mouth moves faster than your brain

you place your free hand on your stomach. “I’m having his baby!”

well that would surely do the trick…

your father doesn’t reply. perhaps he would reconsider? you turn to apollo, his expression horrified mixed with… joy? you turn back to your father, awaiting his answer

he sighs. “Is it true?”

you rapidly nod your head. no it’s not true! how on earth are you supposed to fake a pregnancy?!

“leave. before I have your nightlight boyfriend turned to ashes”

“oh! yes, uhm- yeah, we’ll be leaving”

you hurry out the door, dragging apollo with you as he musters questions

“was it true?”

you shake your head

“oh”

“I’m sorry, it was the only thing that came to my mind. I had to say something quick”

“would you mind?” apollo inquires

“mind what?”

“having my baby”

you bite your lip in an attempt to suppress a smile, shaking your head again

“before anything though- now it’s your turn to tell your father”

[sarnai4]

Driving Test

(Insert new random thought that wouldn't leave me alone)

Headcanons for how the Olympians drive

Zeus: Horribly. What is the law? Wrong question. Who is the law? HE IS.

Poseidon: Also horribly, but he isn't the law, so he gets tickets and pulled over all the time. He drowns people after this happens.

Hades: Very well. He's a bit of a slow driver, but he does it safely at least.

Hera: Just recklessly enough where you think you're going to die, but you don't. She doesn't let Zeus drive when she's in the car, so she has to at least be a bit better.

Demeter: Fine, but she gets mad when she sees people texting and driving. She gets mild road rage and honks at them.

Hestia: Barely. She's a homebody, but when she does drive, it's fine.

Athena: Perfectly. As if there was another choice. She could teach driver's ed and did for her little siblings until that gave her a migraine.

Ares: Interestingly. He's like his mom in a way. You think you're going to die, but you're pleasantly surprised that he pulled it off. Did the car need to do a wheelie? No, but now that it did and didn't get a scratch, you have to applaud.

Hermes: Fast. If this is supposed to be faster than flying, then it's got to prove itself. He could drown in speeding tickets.

Dionysus: DUIs. DUIs everywhere. Don't get in the car with him and please, don't let him drive himself either.

Artemis: With every window and the sun roof down. She wants it to be like she's outside. It's cold? It's hot? She doesn't care.

Apollo: With a purpose. He's probably on his way to go paint something or to heal someone. He's fast enough to not break the law, but just barely.

Hephaestus: Creatively. He designed his own car that he operates. He's actually really good at it.

Aphrodite: Teasingly. She likes to see how close she can come to breaking the law and still get away with it. Surely, a few bats of her eyelashes will do the trick. (They do)

[moonlight-shadxw]

Have chthonic God midas,

I'll explain below how he got here based on the sequence of events I have for him, also, it only makes sense after getting ascendant midas to get ascendED midas, right ???

The myth of the Golden Touch is accurate to a certain extent ; asking Dionysus for everything to turn to gold as a reward for his good deed eventually leads him to realize this power was more of a curse than anything else ー food, water and people all turned to gold, Including his daughter.

King Midas would then implore the deity to free him from this curse, who responds to his prayer by telling him that if his hands are dipped in the river of Pactolus, then the effects would be reversed.

And this is where the reality diverged from the Myth :

Midas attempts to save his daughter by dipping her into the river, but instead, as soon as his hands touch the water, the sands, the very essence of the water and anything else around would turn to gold.

Horrified, Midas knows now that he has been tricked by the deity, Who never even intended to help him, so to punish him for his greed.

What Midas doesn't know is that nothing can really stop the curse, aside from being fully blind, because then, if he cannot see the gold, then is it really gold.ᐣ

Midas is then helped by his servants to limit the effects of the Golden Touch, while his disdain for Gods grows immensely.

After his death, Midas is reincarnated several generations later as the current Midas, who has enough control over his Golden Touch. The same would apply to his eyes, if he were to be legally blind, then the effects of the curse would be nullified, something he doesn't know.

Hence why, even with a cut off hand, the curse would endure through the prosthetic as long as he can touch something.

He retains the same personality, distrustful, haughty, disdainful, and especially towards those who have habits and traits similar to Dionysus.

Considering Dionysus' punishment, his powers stop working when he stops seeing. That means, he doesn't need to lose sight permanently for it to stop working, but losing sight temporarily is also effective.

As in, his powers don't work when he's asleep. They won't either if he's unconscious. They won't if he's blindfolded. As long as he CANNOT see / visualize the gold, then he cannot use his powers. Midas possesses another curse, that of immortality, not in the sense that he cannot die, but that he simply cannot stay dead. It comes from the fact he touched the waters of the river of Pactolus.

Aside from not being able to wash away the gold on his hands, his own touch fused with the properties of the river since, meaning that ever since that incident, his curses both kept feeding off of one another and growing simultaneously.

If he had less control over what he touches, then with each death, he'd grow more capable of controlling it.

If he had to die, then either he'd naturally be reborn after a specific set of time ( 150 years ), or he can be revived, or finally return from the dead with sheer power alone.

That means that with each iteration of himself, his power of adaptation grows, his memories from each death stack up and his knowledge and understanding extend.

But with each iteration, he will have to learn new things about himself. There is always going to be something different about himself that he needs to figure out and remediate to. Eventually, it means that Midas' curse pushed his status farther than mere human, and yet not enough to be a God ー at this point, he could've reached the status of Demi-God.

The major downside of this curse is the fact that he will eternally live between life and death, With no real way to allow his soul any rest ; coupled with the golden touch, these two can either work together or fight against one another.

Hence why, for the moment, the gold coming from his hands is ` immortal ` too, meaning that it will not stop even if a limb were To be lost. After getting killed by Thorne once more as a demi-god, his soul was split between mortal and divine.

Hades wished to put an end to the fate meddling that Thorne engaged in by messing with timelines, and by ascending Midas to divinity, it would put an end To this loop and fate troubling.

Midas would then become the God of riches, greed, prosperity and failure, with a cat as symbolic animal.

Additionally, depending on how angry he gets, the things he touch can turn to molten gold.

His own blood is scorching hot, and gold.

[themainspoon]

I keep seeing polls made for people unfamiliar with a piece of media to ask them to try and identify the thing that does not happen in said media, and I always thought those looked like a lot of fun! So, I decided to make one, and I already knew the perfect franchise for one: The World of Darkness (WoD) TTRPG franchise. The WoD is a franchise containing several different TTRPG’s about playing as monsters, and it has some of the most unhinged lore I have ever come across.

Almost everything above is heavily simplified for the sake of fitting into the poll boxes btw. Also, I promise that this is not a trick. Ten of the Eleven options presented above actually are a part of this franchises seemingly infinite Metaplot. I’ll schedule a reblog containing the answer and some much needed context for everything above.

[actuallygon3]

I've been seeing WAY too much swap au with Epic the Musicals, and I LOVE epic the musical SO much.

So like I did with the Scott Pilgrim post of mine (way down to the depths of the earth) I will make Epic the musical Swap au takes.

If the au doesn't make sense- then my bads.

Swapping :

Odysseus -> Penelope

{ the most obvious }

Eurylochus -> Ctimene

{ Just like Ody and Pen , Husband swap with wife }

Polities -> Helen

{ Polities is considered a great friend to Ody, I can't fine much sources mentioning his wife. Pen and Helen are noted to be somewhat close as they are cousins, hence the swap. Though the story might change because of this. }

Athena -> Ares

{ This makes most sense, me thinks }

Circe -> Medea

{ They're both powerful women in their own right }

Hermes -> Iris

{ God of tricks and messages with the Goddess of Rainbows and messages. Yeah it fits. }

The Prophet -> The Fates

{ I'm not sure how to explain, but you guys gets the Vision right? HAHAH pun }

Poseidon -> Amphitrite

{ Husband swap with Wife }

Scylla -> Charybdis.

{ Both sea monsters who stop / get in the way of Odysseus journey }

Zeus -> Hera

{ do I need to say more? }

Helios -> Selene

{ People forget that the cattle belonged to Helios and not Apollo, that's why in his verse, he sings about sirens and not the cows because they don't belong to him. Also instead of sacred cows it would be horses }

Artemis -> Apollo

{ Their relationship is always special to me, I guess it would make sense to swap them seeing that they are twins, and plus it's a ref to Selene and Helios }

Aphrodite -> Dionysus

{ Actually not sure with this one, it's just the most common swap and I grew to love it. }

Hestia -> Hephaestus

{ I feel like it would fit since Hephaestus claims focus on 'Trust' and Hestia is the Goddess of hearth and the home }

Calypso -> Antonious

{ Both who at least 'tries' to be Ody/Pen's love interest }

--

Characters who still stay the same :

Telemachus , Aeolus , and The Sirens (they're just male now)

If y'all actually made it this far and like- Have some takes let me know :3

[bluelockhalloweek]

Your Blue Lock Halloweek 2024 prompts are here!

👻 Reblog with your favorites prompts & share with your Blue Lock crew!

👻 Find the event on Twitter and BlueSky @/BllkHalloweek

👻 See below for more info, typed-out prompts, & prompt examples if you need clarification or inspiration

👻 If you would like to volunteer to translate prompts so more people can join the Halloween Party, go here!

👻 Original fanart by Qoffee51 (twt | insta) and graphic design by @suosage (​​twt)!

👻 Feel free to mix and match, and take prompts as literally or as tangentially as you want!

👻 Work doesn’t have to be specifically Fall / Halloween themed as long as it fits a prompt. (If you’re writing a Wild West fic for “Cowboy,” don’t feel like you have to stick a 🎃 in a corner unless you want to.)

👻 Work can be as lighthearted, scary, or spicy as you want as long as you follow the guidelines!

👻 Find the 2024 event Archive of Our Own Collection here!

👻 The event is hosted on Tumblr, Twitter, and AO3, so share your contribution on all three!

👻 Thank you to everyone who submitted prompts! Credit to @/unhingednagi who suggested "Dance with the Devil" (😈) & the several anons who suggested an undead/resurrection 🧟‍♂️ theme. A lot of other suggestions were already on the longer list or were very similar, or might be better saved for another year. If your favorite isn’t on the list, it's perfect for “Free Prompt”!

👻 Did you like last year's prompts? Use as many as you want on Day Five for Free Prompt!

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Blue Lock Halloweek 2024 Prompts (Oct. 28 - Nov. 3, 2024)

Monday Oct. 28: Pumpkin Spice + Dance with the Devil  

Tuesday Oct. 29: Myth + Resurrection  

Wednesday Oct. 30: Whisper + Scream

Thursday Oct. 31: Sugar Rush + Haunted

Friday Oct. Nov. 1: Incantation + Free Prompt!

Saturday Nov. 2: Festival + Instinct

Sunday Nov. 3: Space + Cowboy

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Prompt Examples + Explanations 

I’ve had people ask for prompt examples in past events I’ve hosted and this event is open to any language, so here you go! These are the quick brainstorming notes I took while narrowing down the list, now expanded with links & definitions. These are only some of maaaany interpretations—go wild!

Your host is a fic-writer with ADHD, so…you’ve been warned.

🎃 Day 1: 

Pumpkin Spice: Cozy Autumn vibes. Putting up Halloween decorations, carving Jack-o-lanterns, coffee / tea shop, pumpkin patch, scented candles, baking, fall sangria, sweaters and beanies and flannels, momijigari (Autumn Hanami 🌸, basically) / admiring gorgeous fall foliage, fresh hot apple cider in an orchard. Itoshi Bros and their love of turtle/mock-neck sweaters. Pumpkin Farmer Aiku and Karasu scarecrow!

Dance with the Devil: Defined. To dance with the devil is to engage in risky, reckless, or potentially immoral behavior. Or going out dancing; Demon and priest, hell, listening to the angel or the devil on your shoulder (making a questionable decision because it’s tempting), devilish fun or spells, sin, temptation, a deal with the devil. Ohhh, Sae and Shidou, your night has come! 😈 (Suggested by unhingednagi) 

🎃 Day 2:

Myth: Myths or legends from any culture or time period. Greek, Roman, Japanese, Egyptian, etc.!! Gods and mythical creatures and beasts. Dionysus or Eros or Apollo Shidou; Persephone and Hades, so many! Hercules Kunigami!

Resurrection: reincarnation, zombies (Lorenzo!), waking up a vampire or werewolf after being bitten; …having a little too much fun on Halloween and having to pull oneself together the next day (sugar hangover, ...hangover-hangover). (Suggested by several anons!)

🎃 Day 3:

Whisper: soft voices, trying not to be caught/found/discovered, whispering a secret, whispering something spicy, hearing voices. 

Scream: screaming in fear or excitement or…; calling out for someone. Scary movies, pranks. Awkward meet-cute. Bachira’s monster. 

🎃 Day 4, Halloween: 

Sugar Rush: the “rush”/“high” or energy you get from eating a bunch of sugar! Trick-or-Treating, candy corn, so much candy, caramel corn; being sweet, a different sort of rush; ..."give me some sugar"

Haunted: Ghosts, spirit entities like yokai, strange noises in the night. GhostBusters, Ghost Adventures. Gagamaru as a friendly Yokai! Shaman. Possession, possessed or cursed objects. JJK. Ouija board game! Monk Igaguri. Real or funhouse haunted house, ghost stories; being haunted by the past; being possessed or haunted. The twisty, creepy aura thing Rin gets.

🎃 Day 5: 

Incantation: a set of words that could be a sort of incantation / magic words, any type of magic, witches, wizards, curses, Ness the Magician, Harry Potter, Quiditch, Lord of the Rings, crystal ball, tarot. Wands, spells, magical objects, magical creatures, etc.. Making a wish. Non-literal magic words in relationships (saying / hearing just the right thing). 

Free Prompt: Whatever Halloween stuff you want that doesn’t quite fit a prompt. The day to use any of last year’s prompts! 

Just listing some of the things I would draw (if I could) or write (if I had time): Video game au for Hiori! Little French imp Charles as the Joker or a jester. Pokemon! Barou as the “Cowardly” Lion in the Wizard of Oz. And finally, artists, if you’re reading this, please, please consider Noel Noa (of the 🇫🇷 French National 🥖 Team!!) dressed as Bonjour Man from Life Lessons with Uramichi Onii-san (clip, manga cap). This is my second year making this wish. This image has literally been haunting me since starting this event and the manga/anime (even the dub!) is soooo funny. And technically, Bonjour Man is a cursed spirit sooo 👻

🎃 Day 6: 

Festival: String lights illuminating festival stalls, costumes, traditional attire (Aryu looking stylish!), food and drink, games, Isagi devouring fried fair food. Fall Music festival. Mid-Autumn Festival (with all the pretty lanterns and mooncakes 🥮), Harvest / Fall Fests in general. Bobbing for apples, caramel / candy apples, carnival rides and games, Ferris wheel, corn maze. Oktoberfest; Kaiser and/or any Bastard München player in Lederhosen—please, I’m begging!! Fun house / haunted house. Day of the Dead festivities. 

Instinct: fight or flight, fear, instinct to hunt like vampires, instinct to save someone, instinctively drawn to someone, instinct to grab someone’s hand or hide behind them; that gut feeling that it’s time to leave a place. Hairs on arms raising, chills going down one's spine, one's whole body trying to tell one something.

🎃 Day 7: 

Space: All things celestial. Nightfall. Stars and moon, werewolves, moonlight, Tsukimi / moon viewing + Tsukimi dango 🎑, celestial myths and gods. Stars, moon, aliens, Star Wars, astronauts, and planetary hotline Isagi and Kurona! Kurona and Isagi planetary hotline. Astrology. Wishing on a star. Fun fact: The Orionid Meteor Shower peaks just before this event starts, the night of Oct. 21-22, and continues until Nov. 7th! Cowboy Bebop.

Cowboy: Not much is wilder than Blue Lock—except maybe The Wild, Wild West. Outlaws, Gunslinger Isagi (see recent manga chapters), sheriffs Aikuuu and Nio, horses, rodeos, Ego and his little football bolo tie in cowboy getup pleaseee, the works, Nagi and his lil Choki cactus. Ego as a gangly cowboy, ⚽️ bolo tie and all.

Okay, that’s it. Hope y'all have fun. Please reblog and spread the word 🧡🖤

PS: ...If y'all want ✨spicy 🔞 prompt inspiration, I could always make a separate post (that would be tagged #spicy; please remember to block that if you're a minor or uninterested in mature themes). Let me know!

[7s3ven]

hii ! i love your writing so much so you know i had to request a luke imagine 💝

i’m thinking of a reader with a protective godly parent (your choice of which god), who is very selective on who they allow their child to date. luke has loved them for years, so one night he prays to their parent for approval. idk if you’ve watched gilmore girls, but I’m imagining the scene where dave tries to convince lane’s mom to allow her to date ! (if you haven’t seen the show, its a popular clip on tt that you could look up if u wanted)

i’m picturing fluff but could def make it angst too, so it’s whatever you want! also, i’m a fem reader, but i don’t mind gender neutral or anything like that

tysm ! ❤️

DAVE AND LANE SHOULD HAVE BEEN ENDING GAME

I LIKE ME BETTER. luke (pjo)

( master list )

IN WHICH… Luke is on a mission to prove himself to the father of the girl he loves. He’ll do anything for her hand, even if said god is asking him to do some particularly stupid stunts.

“I like me better when I’m with you.”

Warnings: drinking, smoking, and vaping mentioned

A/N: Guys… I love loser! Luke AND I KNOW YOU DO TOO. I feel like Dionysus would be the guy to put Luke through all this stuff just for his own amusement

Also, this is my little birthday gift for y’all 😽. Bc it’s my bday today 🙀

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The first thing when you thought of a daughter of Dionysus’ was a troublemaker, one that rivalled the Stoll brothers. Maybe an alcoholic with bad habits engraved in her mind like her father.

Y/N was a total shock to the camp. How could such a sweet, kind, dazzling girl be the daughter of Dionysus? She didn’t have one mean or sarcastic bone in her body.

She was as bright as Apollo’s kids, as beautiful as the Aphrodite girls prancing around in mini skirts and small tops, and as friendly as the Demeter children who grew roses alongside her. So, it wasn’t a surprise that boys craned their heads to peek at her, something her father hated witnessing. Nobody, not one mere mortal or even a godly being, was good enough for his beloved daughter.

Dionysus held Y/N close. She reminded him of her mother, who died giving birth to her. He had already lost one important woman in his life. He wasn’t going to let history repeat itself again.

“Dad?” Y/N called out into her father’s room, wrinkling up her nose when she almost stumbled over a wine bottle rolling around. Her father was forbidden to consume alcohol but that didn’t stop him from tricking the younger campers into fetching him some.

After concluding that her father wasn’t in his quarters, Y/N took the bottle and wandered to find a bin. The trash cans were always moving around, which made it a mission to find one.

As Y/N passed by the Hermes cabin, she heard her name. She glanced over her shoulder, innocently staring at the pair of boys who were conversing outside. One was leaning against a wooden pillar while the other rested his arms against the railing of the porch.

One noticed Y/N and he nudged his friend, quickly changing their conversation topic.

Y/N recognised Luke Castellan. The Aphrodite girls loved to rave about him, about how handsome and talented he was. How they wished they could kiss him. How they wanted to be held in his arms.

He wasn’t bad looking in Y/N’s eyes, quite adorable actually. She watched as his lips curved into an amused smile as he looked at Chris and how his eyes crinkled slightly. Despite wanting to admire him, Y/N forcefully turned her head. She wasn’t allowed to date. That was one of her father’s golden rules.

She was allowed to drink, allowed to smoke, probably even allowed to go skinny-dipping in the dead of night. Her father was fine with anything as long as she wasn’t around any boys. Of course, she never did consume alcohol or take a much needed hit from a cigarette. She had seen other kids do it.

One of the Ares kids was constantly sneaking in and out of camp to buy new vapes. She had even witnessed Luke of all people, the esteemed golden boy, the role model, blow a cloud of smoke from his lips.

Y/N was always scared she was missing out but she valued her healthy lungs, which had played a part in her surviving a terrifying harpy while on her way to camp.

“She’s perfect.” Luke whispered to Chris.

“Too bad Mr D won’t let you near her.”

It was a known fact that nobody was allowed to date Y/N. She was the camp princess. The only demigod with a parents who cared enough about her to be actively involved in her life. Not even Annabeth had that kind of bond with Athena.

Luke hoped one day Dionysus would let him near Y/N. Until then, he was fine admiring her from afar because he knew no other guys could approach her either.

"You know, I heard Dionysus won't be at the campfire tonight... you could make a move." Chris nudged Luke, muttering quietly so nobody else heard him.

Luke had always been determined to be the first to sweep Y/N off her feet. This was his chance to fulfil that broad claim. He didn't know how he'd do it but when there's a will, there's a way.

All throughout the day, Luke kept close tabs on Y/N. When she was in the arena he was there too, polishing the spare swords. When she was in the garden, Luke happened to be amongst the tall grass too. And he gazed longingly at her from across the pavilion during lunch. She sat alone at her table, Dionysus nowhere in sight.

Luke's heart hammered in his chest as he slowly stood up. Chris slapped his back as a way of encouraging him but it only made his anxiety spike.

“Go get her, tiger.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Luke picked up the pace when he realized that a few other boys the same idea as his. “Hey, Y/N.” He got to her first.

She lifted her head, staring at him through her lashes. She smiled. “Hi, Luke.” She saw his eyes light up.

“You know my name?”

“I’ve been here longer than you. Plus, it’d help concerning if I didn’t know the name of the best swordsman.”

“I’m not that good.”

“You won in a 4 V 1 battle.” Y/N pointed out.

“Did I? I didn’t even notice.”

Y/N let out an amused laugh but she immediately cut herself off when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. Luke cleared his throat, standing upright.

“Good afternoon, Mr D.” He politely greeted the god.

“Scram, Castellan.” Mr D ordered, glowering at the teenager. Luke quickly nodded and speed-walked back to his table, where Chris was trying to muffle his laughter.

“He wasn’t even flirting with me, dad.” Y/N huffed and furrowed her eyebrows. Her eyes wandered to Luke, feeling a little sorry for him.

“Stop looking at him, Y/N.” Dionysus lightly scolded her. Y/N pouted and pushed the food on her plate around with her fork.

“I wish you would let me date. I’m the only girl who hasn’t kissed someone.” She muttered, huffing.

“I will not let you date a hooligan.”

“Daddy, Luke isn’t a hooligan. He’s sweet. He’s the best swordsman in three hundred years.”

“Which means he could easily hurt you.”

“He wakes up early to go for a run.”

“Wow, the perfect set-up to cheat.”

“He’s good with kids.”

“He’ll want his own kids with you soon.”

“That last one didn’t even make sense.”

“I know a man’s mind, Y/N. Luke Castellan is a dangerous boy.”

Y/N glanced at Luke and Dionysus followed her gaze. Luke was attempting to balance a spoon on his tongue while Chris cracked up.

“Dangerous, huh? I’m absolutely terrified.” Y/N sarcastically deadpanned.

“He’s acting innocent.”

“Sure.”

Fathers always had a weird vendetta against the idea of their daughters dating. Dionysus was no different. If anything, he was worse. He was always popping up at the worst times, such as just now. He never let the attention of a boy linger on Y/N for too long, scared it would take her away from him. Perhaps he was doing it on purpose.

“It’s so unfair.” Y/N huffed as she plucked petals off a rose Silena had randomly given her. “He won’t let me date or go to the parties. I’m not even allowed to look at a boy!” Y/N groaned, leaning back in her foldable chair.

She was sitting with Silena in front of the quiet lake, watching as the wind rippled across the still water.

“Have you tried talking to him?” Silena suggested, sipping on a tall glass of whatever drink she had mixed.

“Nothing works! Someday he’ll have to let me date. He can’t stop me forever. I’m almost twenty now!”

Silena hummed before offering Y/N some pineapple juice.

“Any new gossip, though? Besides Mr D being a total cock block.”

“Well… there’s this one guy.” Y/N murmured, shyly flicking her straw around. Silena immediately sat up.

“Tell me everything!” She quickly demanded. “What’s his name? Is he cute? Can he fight?”

“He can’t fight… and he’s good-looking. He’s, uh,” Y/N diverted her gaze elsewhere, “Also a son… of Hermes.”

“Luke Castellan!” Silena exclaimed without hesitation. “I knew there was something going on when he approached her! Why haven’t you taken an interest in him before? You and him have been here for ages.”

“He had a middle part before.”

“Oh, I remember that!” Silena let out a quiet giggle as she relaxed again, kicking her feet in excitement. “Ask him out.”

“You’re forgetting one problem. My dad!”

Silena shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “Make Luke prove himself to Mr D. That worked with my dad!”

“Luke proved himself to your dad?”

“No, silly! It was another boy. But if Luke wants to be seen as worthy, he has to impress Mr D!”

“I guess.” Y/N mumbled as she slowly nodded her head.

“Great. Let’s get ready for the campfire. A new Ares boy arrived and I want to see Melo flirt with him. She flirts with everyone.”

Y/N poked a large marshmallow through the skewer before shoving it into the hot flames in front of her. Silena was talking but she was too spaced out to hear a word.

Y/N aimlessly hummed and occasionally nodded her head. “Yup.” She muttered, turning her marshmallow over and watching as the soft white treat turned crisp.

“Are you even listening? I said Luke is staring at you.”

That got Y/N’s attention. She quickly lifted her head, her gaze immediately searching for the brunette. She found him amongst the Hermes kids and a few of the Aphrodite girls loitered around him. He smiled at her for a split second before his eyes flickered to Y/N’s marshmallow.

He subtly pointed at it and Y/N huffed once she realized her marshmallow had caught fire and been burnt black. “That was my last one.” She threw the skewer into the fire, allowing the hot flames to swallow it up.

“Well, you did keep eating them.” Silena pointed out.

Y/N sent her a small glare. “You’re literally eating one of my marshmallows right now. You have a whole pile sitting on your skirt!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Silena was quick to shove the rest into her mouth. “Bye!” She exclaimed but her words were muffled by the marshmallows.

“You owe me!” Y/N called out after her.

“Is Silena stealing marshmallows again?” Luke chuckled as he came to a stop in front of Y/N. He shoved his hands into his pockets whilst Y/N nodded.

“She does this every time. She’s stealing from Annabeth now!” Y/N wildly gestured over at Silena who was sweetly convincing Annabeth to hand over a few marshmallows.

“She should be notorious for being the marshmallow thief.” Luke grinned. He sat down beside Y/N, their shoulders gently brushing.

“Sorry about my dad at lunch.” Y/N blurted out. “He can be a tad… overprotective. You know how he is.”

“Well, I did see him set somebody’s clothes on fire for winking at you.”

Y/N quietly sighed. “Yeah… poor Nick. May he rest in peace.”

Luke glanced over at Nick who was guarding his marshmallows with his life. “He isn’t dead, you know.”

“Yeah, but he looked like he died back then.”

A familiar presence appeared from behind the pair and Luke immediately stiffened while Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Castellan. What are you doing talking with my daughter?” Dionysus sounded friendly yet when he slung an arm around Luke’s shoulder, he could tell the god was holding back on strangling him.

“We’re just talking about Silena and her marshmallows, daddy.” Y/N quickly piped up, “It’s not a big deal.”

“Castellan, let’s have a chat, shall we?” Dionysus dragged Luke off before either of the teens could stop him.

“Mr D, before you say anything, please don’t set me on fire! And if you do, spare my pants! These were expensive and I even got them on sale!”

“Keep your pants on, kid.” Dionysus grunted, knowing Luke was fully prepared to unbutton his jeans in order to preserve them. “What business do you have with my daughter, hm?”

Luke visibly relaxed at the idea of his jeans surviving the convention. “If it isn’t too bold to say, Mr D… I like her. A lot. I have for… years now. But I’ve always respected your wish to distance her from boys. I’ll even pray to you. I’ll give you wine. I’ll pray to you with wine and vodka and butterscotch and, uh, more wine! And grapes! Big, red grapes! Just give me a chance!”

Dionysus held up a hand to stop Luke’s aimless rambling. “You want to have a shot with my daughter?” He asked. Luke frantically nodded. “Alright. Do as I say and maybe I’ll consider it.”

Luke thickly gulped. He didn’t like that mischievous look in Dionysus’ eyes but nevertheless, he agreed. “Thank you, Mr D!”

Luke was the first camper to wake up. He reached under his bed, pulling out a large bottle of vintage wine he had been saving for this very occasion.

“Good morning, Mr D!” He cheerfully exclaimed, clearly showed the god the label of the alcohol.

“It’s worse now that you’re here.” Dionysus grumbled, yet he held out his chalice for Luke to pour him a much needed drink. Once he had gulped it all down, he turned to face Luke again. “Alright, first task, get rid of some rogue hellhound. Chiron sent me to do it but you’re more than capable, right?”

Luke was in no position to disagree.

“It’s near camp so don’t get ya knickers in a twist.” Dionysus stood up, brushing the bread crumbs off his lamp. “See ya at soon, kid. Oh, and I’ll be taking that.” He grabbed the wine bottle without a care in the world, merrily whistling to him with a small skip in his step.

“Did I just see you talking to my dad?” Y/N raised an eyebrow. Seeing her dad get along with a camper was a rare sight.

“Somewhat.” Luke muttered. “Uh, good morning? You’re up early.”

“I went out for a morning jog.” Y/N smiled as she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “So, hell hound catching, huh?”

“Yeah- Wait, what?” Luke’s gaze snapped to stare at Y/N in slightly shock. She stifled a small laugh.

“I heard your conversation. What’s the hell hound all about?”

Luke quietly sighed. “Don’t tell your dad I told you,” He leaned forward to whisper in Y/N’s ear, “But I convinced him to let me befriend you if I did a few things for him.”

Of course, being Y/N’s friend wasn’t Luke’s main priority but it was better than nothing.

“You better get to it, then. I’m getting lonely.” Y/N laughed as she playfully punched his shoulder. He chuckled alongside her.

“Yeah. I’ll see you soon.” He calmly brushed past Y/N, his smile faltering, “If I survive this.” He muttered to himself, his hands itching to grab a sword.

Finding the hellhound wasn’t hard. Luke spotted its raven black pelt amongst the bright green bushes. It stood out like a sore thumb. It was getting rid of it that would be the problem.

As soon as Luke carelessly stepped forward, a twig snapped under his foot, the hellhound growled. It loudly barked, baring its sharp teeth at the Hermes boy. He pointed his sword at the beast, narrowing his eyes.

“I swear, if you kill me, Hades better revive me so I can date Y/N.” Luke launched forward, tackling the large dog. It howled as his sword scratched its leg. “Nice dog!” Luke nervously chuckled. The hellhound barked again, kicking Luke with its powerful back legs.

“Easy now!” Luke wheezed, the air being knocked out of him from the repetitive blows.

Luke was supposed to be the best fighter at camp. He never dared picture himself rolling across the ground, practically body slamming a hellhound as mud stuck to his orange shirt.

“Just lie still so I can score a date with my long time crush!” Luke exclaimed as he scrambled to stand up. The hellhound paused in confusion, giving Luke enough time to turn it into fine dust.

“I’m never doing that again.” He muttered to himself as he stormed past the tall trees. Dionysus was standing beside the forest, drinking the wine as he seemed to be waiting for Luke. The god pulled down his sunglasses, bursting into rambunctious laughter when he saw Luke.

“What happened to you?! You look terrible, kid!” Dionysus cackled, throwing his head back in amusement.

“You spilled some wine.” Luke muttered, unamused. His usual perfect skin was now adorned with small cuts and bruises. His shirt was covered in dirt. And his hair what probably taken the brute of the attack. Twigs and leaves stuck out of his messy curled brown locks, which caused Dionysus to snicker.

“I told you it wasn’t gonna be easy, kid. You’ll hate tomorrow’s task even more.”

Luke hated every task.

Monday’s was the hellhound. Tuesday’s little chore was to clean the girl’s bathroom. He found out then how much long hair they lost. The Aphrodite girls always complained about their hair falling out. Well, Luke had found it down the drain.

Wednesday’s shenanigan was to steal Clarisse’s beloved spear. Luke wasn’t sure how he was alive after being caught by her. Thursday was surprisingly peaceful. All he had to do was sneak out of camp to buy Mr D more wine.

It was now Friday. Luke was wondering what Mr D had in store for him today. Breakfast whizzed by as usual. A few Aphrodite girls tried to catch his attention but he was focused on Mr D whispering something in Y/N’s ear.

Luke waited patiently throughout the day to be given an idiotic task. It was lunch time when Mr D approached him.

“You finish this one, kid, and you might have my blessing.”

These words made Luke’s eyes light up. “What is it?” He demanded.

“Follow the trail in the forest, jump across some trees, do a perfect dive into the lake from the highest cliff, and swim across the water towards camp. Easy peasy.”

Luke’s small smile wavered. “You’re… joking, right?”

The blank look on Mr D’s face told Luke he wasn’t. Luke sighed. “I’ll get my towel.”

The run through the forest wasn’t so bad. As soon as Luke gave Mr D his towel, he jogged into the thick vegetation. Mr D would be waiting at the finish line for him, if he ever made it. Climbing trees was not Luke’s forte.

His palms were sweaty as he peered down below, quickly gulping at how far down the ground seemed. “I didn’t know I was this stupid.” He muttered to himself before leaping onto a nearby thick branch. He repeated the action, always barely making it and wobbling.

Small beads of sweat trickled down Luke’s forehead as he hiked up the steep hill towards the cliff under the scorching sun. He could see the small figure of Mr D on the other side of the lake.

Luke was thankful he had taken diving lessons before. With a snippet of hesitation, he gracefully jumped. He hit the cold water, shivering. It felt like small needles poking his body. Luke emerged, panting and spitting out a mouthful of water.

He heard Mr D quietly clap. “Good job, kid.”

“What?!” Luke exclaimed, still too far away to hear the god’s voice.

“I said, good job! It was a decent dive!” Mr D cupped his hands over his mouth.

Luke emerged from the lake, drenched and cold and clutching his body as he searched for some warmth.

“Dad? What’s going on here?”

Both Luke and Mr D stiffened at the sound of Y/N’s voice. “Why was Luke in the lake?”

“Mr D.” Luke cut in, “I have something to say.”

“I’m busy, Castellan.”

“You’re literally standing in front of me. That’s all you’re doing.”

“Don’t let the sassy man apocalypse take you too, Castellan.”

“I have a crush on your daughter, sir. You probably already knew that. I know you have strict rules about dating and boys. But I promise to take good care of your daughter. I’ve only smoked once to try it, I don’t drink because I’m scared it’ll make me stupid, I’ve never gotten a ticket. I’m healthy, I take care of myself, I floss for ten minutes every night and that might seem extreme but cavities are no joke. I do well in activities here and I hardly ever play the video games my siblings do in case the theory of them turning you into a psycho is true. I don’t drink coffee. I hate soda because my stomach can’t handle the carbonation. I’ll willingly eat like a cow if you don’t want me eating meat. I don’t mind wearing a suit in the hot sun. I enjoy spending limited time with Y/N and I really, really, really like her.”

Mr D was silent. Luke subtly cleared his throat. “Uh… Mr D? Please don’t make me repeat that list again.”

Mr D broke into a pattern of snickers. “To tell you the truth, Castellan, I was going to let you date my daughter ages ago. She convinced me. It was just so fun making you do stupid things.”

Luke’s face dropped. “I did all that… for nothing… Clarisse almost killed me!”

Mr D, sensing Luke’s anger, merely rolled his eyes and quickly walked off in a drunken manner. “Have fun, you too.”

“Did you really fight a hellhound?” Y/N asked.

“Yes. It ruined my Hello Kitty socks!” Luke huffed. “But I’d do it again for you. What do you say, Y/N? Will you go out with me?” Luke clasped his hands together as a way of begging.

“I feel a little sorry for you, so okay.” She pulled him into a hug. “You know you’re going to have to prove yourself to my friends now.”

Luke stiffened. “No more hellhounds. Please.”

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