#time to do some aphrodite divination

[gingermintpepper]

I was reading the Orphic Argonautica last night and the author has mentioned the various methods of divination Apollo knows and guess what? One of them is prophesying by studying the entrails of organisms. As soon as I read that I was reminded of your headcanon of Apollo being into hepatoscopy for divination and I giggled.

Awww 😳😳It's so nice of you to think of me!

Hehe, so fun fact, the overall practice of divination by studying the entrails of animals (including blood, lungs, intestines and so forth) is extispicy while hepatoscopy is specifically using the liver in prophecy and divination readings.

If, like magic in old text exactly like the sort Medea is described as using, the types of divination spoken about in the texts are reflections of the popular divination cultures of the time, I much rather prefer ascribing those to Apollo than I do some vague, somewhat mysterious power which he uses to see the will of the fates, especially since it's mentioned a few times that he'll teach his sons the language of the birds and how to read their signs and so on and so forth.

In short: HEPATOSCOPY APOLLO IS COOL!! HE'S SO NEAT!! Apollo at the altar who predicts the coming droughts and famines from the entrails of his flock!! It's just such a neat little image (to me)!

Also the Orphic Argonautica bangs, genuinely I hope you enjoy it! Orpheus is an insane man and I do not think him along with the collective subspecies of mythical man known as 'sons of Apollo' get enough credit for how truly unhinged they are at any given point in time.

[maddieandangel]

Had a weird Hollow Knight-related dream a couple days ago, so I decided to draw a major scene I remembered from it dgsgshf

More context will be in the tags, for those interested!

[nekonaps0]

Ok. This is the first time in a long time I asked someone for something on Tumblr.

What if the Housewardens/dorm leaders found out that Female MC is the daughter of the goddess of Love and Beauty. Aphrodite!

I’ll totally understand if you don’t feel like doing this. I’m like so nervous. ;-;

Your little high and mighty

✦fem!reader

✦characters: dorm leaders

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was already struggling with how effortlessly you turned heads. You were always so graceful, eloquent, heart-stoppingly lovely… and he hated how flustered he got in your presence.

But when Crowley casually mentions your divine heritage during a Housewarden meeting, Riddle nearly drops his teacup.

“A-Aphrodite?! You’re her daughter?! That’s why everyone becomes irrational around you…”

He goes red to the tips of his ears.

He spends the next week rereading Every Magical Law About Deities & Demigods, trying not to look at you too long or think about how good you looked the last time you smiled at him.

Eventually, he admits to himself

“It makes sense. You’re love incarnate… no wonder I couldn’t help falling.”

Leona Kingscholar

He always knew there was something dangerous about you. The way you walked, spoke, smirked at him, everything about you screamed temptation. He told himself you were just annoying.

But when Jack slip your parentage after accidental.

Leona stares. Blinks. Scoffs.

“Makes sense. Aphrodite’s kid, huh? Guess that explains why every guy in this school loses their damn mind around you.”

He acts cool, but the knowledge kills him. Now every time he looks at you, he can't help but imagine you lounging on some cloud in a silk robe, dripping in divine perfume.

He starts avoiding you.

…Only to later press you into a wall with a growl:

“Tell me right now, herbivore—did you use your mom’s powers to mess with my head, or is this just how you are?”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul always prided himself on control, charm, and strategy.

So why did he fumble words every time you got close? Why did the lounge fill to bursting on days you worked a shift there?

Then one night, Floyd lets it slip:

“Shrimpy’s a demigod~! Her mama’s that hot love lady~!”

Azul spills his drink. His first reaction is panic.

“Does this mean I signed a business contract with a goddess’s daughter?! Oh Seven…”

He spirals. Hard.

But once he calms down, it all clicks—your allure, your emotional intelligence, your strange way of getting even the most stubborn eel to obey. Eventually, he shyly pulls you aside.

“I… I hope you don’t think I treated you differently because of your heritage. It’s just… you’ve always been radiant.”

Idia Shroud

Idia almost short-circuits. He learns about your divine heritage through an obscure, outdated wiki link Ortho finds—and immediately spirals.

“This is a love interest route I’m not leveled for!! She’s literally part of the Olympic pantheon!”

He becomes too afraid to talk to you, convinced you’re out of his league. He avoids eye contact, stammers more than usual.

Eventually, you confront him with a smile and a soft,

“You don’t have to treat me like a goddess, you know.”

He turns neon pink.

“T-Too late! You’ve already unlocked my heart’s hidden event!”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is intrigued. A goddess’s daughter? A being who understands the weight of lonely legacy?

He’s not threatened, he’s fascinated. Your aura has always glowed in ways beyond the human, and now that he knows why… he feels closer to you.

“Daughter of Aphrodite… I wonder, does your magic rival mine?”

There’s a strange kinship in your connection now, two ancient bloodlines drawn to one another.

“I, too, know what it means to live among mortals, yet never truly be one of them.”

And when he next kisses your hand, it lingers. Reverent.

“Let us walk this strange mortal world together, my radiant deity.”

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is the most excited of all. When he finds out from Jamil (who knew, but definitely didn’t want to say), Kalim literally gasps and nearly trips over himself.

“That’s AMAZING!! No wonder you’re so kind and beautiful! Your mom’s literally the goddess of love?!”

He starts calling you “goddess” playfully, and showers you in compliments and gifts.

He never treats you differently, but he’s constantly in awe.

“Can I ask what love magic feels like? Do you sparkle? Is there, like, a divine aura?”

The truth is… he’s always been in love with you. He just didn’t realize how fitting that was until now.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil suspected it.

No mortal girl should have skin that glows without highlight or lashes like that naturally beautiful. You were natural perfection, and it irritated him—until it fascinated him.

When your divine lineage becomes public? He’s quiet for a long moment, then simply says:

“So. You’re Aphrodite’s daughter. Hmph. I suppose. It’s explains a lot.”

He plays it off like it doesn’t affect him, but he’s watching you more closely now—studying you. Trying to understand how you walk that fine line between allure and divinity so effortlessly.

Eventually, he pulls you aside.

“Let’s have tea. I want to know more about your mother’s beauty rituals… and you. You fascinate me, potato.”

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[bvrnesher]

❝ Stop Moving ! ❞ ― percy jackson

warnings: smut. fingering. percy's a tease.

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author note: stormy's shitty comeback 'cause school is kiling me and y'know how this whole student life works 🤘🏻

YOU ROLLED YOUR EYES. AGAIN.

Fifth time that night.

And fifth time you wondered what life decisions had led you to this exact moment—sore, exhausted, and forced to share a bed with a boy who apparently thought "sleep" was a full-contact sport.

Thanks, Aphrodite.

You were still aching from that less-than-fun sparring session with a daughter of Ares (because of course she had something to prove), and now—now—Percy Jackson, your boyfriend, your supposed safe space, was tossing, turning, yanking the sheets like he was reenacting the Battle of Manhattan with cotton and fluff.

“Percy,” you groaned, dragging out his name like it personally offended you. It was the sixteenth complaint in ten minutes, and still, the boy had the audacity to mess with your pillow like it belonged to him.

“Hm?” he muttered, completely unfazed, still wriggling around like a restless sea otter.

You sighed. “Stop moving. My neck hurts.”

That got his attention.

He stilled. Immediately. Completely.

For a second, you actually believed it. Believed that Percy had found, somewhere deep inside that half-god brain of his, a flicker of divine decency. That maybe—maybe—he’d be considerate, gentle, respectful.

But then you remembered who you were dating.

And sure enough, even with the lights off and only the silver glow of moonlight spilling through the windows of Cabin Three, you could feel his smirk forming like a threat on his stupidly kissable lips.

“Want me to help?” he offered, voice soft and innocent—dangerously so.

You didn’t answer right away. Not because you were speechless. Because you were calculating. Suspicious.

“How exactly?” you asked, narrowing your eyes into the dark.

In response, Percy shifted closer.

One arm slipped around your waist, pulling you flush against his bare chest, the heat of him seeping through your thin summer nightgown like he’d been forged in a volcano instead of born in the sea. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling in, breathing you in like you were some kind of ocean-scented drug.

His voice dropped to a murmur. “How bad does it hurt?”

You should’ve kicked him. You should’ve.

But instead, you stayed perfectly still—tense as a bowstring—while his fingers slid beneath the silk hem of your nightgown, slowly exploring the skin of your stomach like he was mapping constellations.

“Bad enough that if you keep moving, I might kill you in your sleep,” you muttered darkly.

He laughed. Laughed. The bastard.

Soft and warm against your neck, the sound of it crawling over your skin like a shiver.

Then came the kisses.

Featherlight, maddeningly sweet, scattered along your shoulder, your jaw, your pulse point—each one making it very hard to maintain the moral high ground.

You squirmed when his hand cupped one of your breasts, thumb brushing over your nipple just right—too right.

“Percy,” you warned, but it came out more breathy than threatening. Not great.

His hand didn’t stop. If anything, it got bolder. That thumb of his? Evil.

Your mouth said no.

Your body said please.

Your brain? Somewhere on vacation.

And Percy? He knew it.

“Mmm,” he practically purred, his mouth dragging across your neck like a prayer. “You’re already warm for me. Or should I slide my other hand between your thighs just to check?”

You hissed. Not because you were mad. Because he knew what he was doing, and he was good at it. Too good.

You hated him.

(You really didn’t.)

He shifted again, just enough so you could feel every inch of him pressed against your ass—hard, hot, very interested.

This was supposed to be sleep. Just sleep. Healing. Recovery.

And now your idiot boyfriend was tempting you into another kind of cardio.

“You are the worst,” you muttered.

Percy chuckled into your skin again. “Your worst,” he corrected smugly.

Gods help you.

It was going to be a long night.

And you were definitely not going to be walking straight in the morning.

You should’ve said no.

Simple. One syllable. One word. Easy.

Instead, you let Percy keep going, like your self-control had clocked out ten minutes ago and left your dignity behind with it.

Because the moment his hand slipped lower—slow, teasing, criminally gentle—you were gone.

Gone like your patience when the Aphrodite kids gave unsolicited advice.

Gone like Percy’s towel whenever you walked by the bathroom in shorts.

You bit your lip hard when his fingers brushed against your inner thigh, featherlight, barely there. Your legs tried to clamp shut on instinct, but Percy tsked softly and gently nudged one knee aside with his own, making space for mischief.

“So tense,” he whispered against your ear, his breath hot and smug, his tone that particular kind of gentle that meant he was feeling cocky and dangerous. “Thought I was supposed to be helping…”

You choked on a sound—somewhere between a groan and a desperate laugh. “You’re helping me forget the pain by replacing it with another,” you muttered, sarcastic, though even you could hear the tremble in your voice.

He loved that.

You could feel the grin stretch across his lips right before he bit down gently on your earlobe, making your hips jerk toward his hand completely on reflex. Which—unfortunately for your pride—he noticed.

“Oh?” He chuckled darkly, pressing his palm over the heat between your thighs, cupping you through the thin fabric of your panties. “Was that a twitch of approval, or do I need to verify?”

Gods.

He was a tease.

You also really wanted to slap the smug out of him, except you were currently paralyzed by the way his fingers were dragging slow, deliberate circles over your clothed heat—light enough to frustrate, precise enough to make your spine arch like it had a mind of its own.

“Percy…” you warned, though your tone was closer to a whimper than anything intimidating.

He hummed, pleased, and finally—finally—slipped his fingers beneath your panties. Just enough to touch skin. Just enough to ruin you.

His hand was warm. His touch? Pure sin.

“You’re soaked,” he muttered against your skin, as if surprised, like it wasn’t entirely his fault. “Poor thing… all sore and still dripping for me.”

If you had any brain cells left, they all screamed in protest.

But then he slid one finger between your folds, slow and deliberate, and just like that—complete silence in the upper chamber. Nothing but static and Percy’s voice whispering against your neck.

“Still hurts?” he asked sweetly.

You turned your head just enough to glare at him over your shoulder, but it lost some edge when his thumb brushed your clit, and you gasped—too sharp, too honest.

He grinned like he’d won. Because he had.

“Yeah,” you breathed, almost delirious, pressing your forehead against the pillow. “Still hurts. Everywhere. Especially my pride.”

He laughed again, and you felt it vibrate against your back, his chest flush to you. “I could try kissing it better,” he offered in that voice that really should not be legal.

“You’re a menace,” you muttered, even as you rocked your hips into his hand, seeking more, begging for more without saying a word.

“Only for you.”

Another kiss, another swipe of his fingers, and suddenly, your body wasn’t so sore anymore. Not in that way.

Your mind tried to hang on to the original plan—rest, sleep, recovery—but Percy Jackson had other ideas. Warm, slow, maddeningly good ideas.

And you?

You were doomed.

Because he was the one person who knew exactly how to take you apart.

Softly. Sweetly. One touch at a time.

[celesterayel]

something out of my dreams | luke castellan

pairing : luke castellan x dionysus!reader

request: could you possibly write a luke x daughter of dionysus please? maybe she’s like super nice and when percy gets to camp she becomes like an older sister and luke is super whipped for her? @elz-zalarrr

IN WHICH — all he knows is that you were something out of his dreams.

"trust him like a brother, yeah, you know i did one thing right. starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night" - t.s.

w.c. 1.8k

warning(s) : cheesiness ゜✭・.

✩ ‧₊˚ author's note okay i've begun to realize that low-key i feel like i write in cursive if that makes sense? if a feeling could describe it i'd say its like using poetry to write? that's likely not any better lol :)

there was but one person that everyone could agree they adored at camp half blood.

it didn't matter what grudge who had with whom or what ancient rivalries transcended the ideals of reality, everyone loved you. not the typical type of brittle love that crumbled at the slightest of touches, but pure adoration that endured the sands of time.

you with the gentle soul, who healed others with each laugh and smile. when new half-godlings were brought to camp, you made sure to comfort them and make them understand that they belonged here and would find a home whether they wanted to or not. you made sure that no birthday was forgotten, no deed undone.

children of minor gods or elders, of Ares or Aphrodite, you became an older sister to all who needed you. you, the daughter of fertility and chaos, the god dionysius.

there was no debate that at camp half blood there was only a before you and an after you. you were like that high right before the free fall–invincibility and smoke and curiosity wrapped into the form of a demi-god. you were the gentle breeze during summer nights when the heat became too much. and none ached more to feel it than luke castellan, who had been burning for as long as he knew.

your relationship in itself was tentative, you danced around your feelings–scared one wrong touch or word would break the shaky, fine line that lay between you two. but you could not hide the way you loved the other to yourselves nor the children of the beings of divine blood. 

luke castellan loved you like the stars would fall out of the sky with one harsh touch, free and incandescently self-destructive. like you were a wild, wonderful thing out of a fantasy.

you loved him like there was no hell or heaven but the cosmos that lay in his eyes and the worlds that lay in his soul. something so sacred and rare. a love so true and mortal it put all the greek tragedies to shame. 

you knew that whatever you and him were made of, in every lifetime or the next you two were made for each other. 

loving luke castellan would be both your redemption and destruction in the making, your elysium for whatever good thing you had done in your previous life. 

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you first met percy jackson when he came to camp, he was a scared little thing who had just lost his mother when the veil between reality and deception flickered. everything he’d known came crumbling as quickly as the truth was uncovered: gods and monsters were real and played games of hell and heaven on earth. some thing about him called out to the vulnerability you once knew when you first came to camp so you made it your mission to be the sister he never had. 

you met him at the front of the steps of the main office, “my name is y/n, percy jackson. welcome to camp halfblood.”

“do you just somehow know everyones name,” he raised his eyebrows at you. 

“yes.” no, but you supposed it’d be fun to let him think that. 

“of course you do.”

“come along, i’ll show the ins and outs here. if you're nice enough, i might let you in on the cook's secret stash of blue ice cream,” you laughed out.

he contemplated his choices before grabbing your outstretched hand and shaking it, “deal.”

you showed him who to avoid and the best people to befriend. the history between your kind and why the gods were as they were. the truth behind his bloodline and the legacy that he was now responsible for. the tribulations and the pain that was cursed to follow the children of the gods. 

“and this is chris. the best person to ask if you need to know what plants are poisonous,” you say, introducing him to a guy with black hair and soft eyes. 

percy looks at chris before looking around to see where the hermes boy is, “we’ve met. he was with luke when he was showing me around”

you’re cheeks heated at the mention of his name; looking around to see if you can spot the familiar tan skin and soft eyes that belong to your luke. 

“oh! luke! yeah, he’s around here somewhere. he’s sly like that, wandering and then popping up the next second.”

a voice pipes up behind you suddenly, “y/n, already telling percy everything about me?” 

you whirl around and there he stands in all his glory with the curls you love and the sun in his eyes. your golden boy.

“just telling him the truth, castellan. you’re hard to get a hold of sometimes.”

a hue of pink covers his cheeks, “i’m never far from you.”

both of you oblivious to percy and chris who seem to be conversing about you both and the tip-toe dance you play. 

percy just wonders what’s happening here: firstly, luke is looking at you like you’ve hung the moon and the stars and that’s saying something because he has shit observation skills–his analysis essays can attest to that. secondly, he swears he can see hearts in his eyes from where he’s standing and is that…is that a blush?

he turns to chris, who is just staring at the two like it's not out of the normal for what’s happening, “what’s happening here? is he blushing?”

chris just nods, “yeah. luke’s kinda–very obviously to everyone–in love with y/n. if i didn’t know better i’d say she’s gotten him insane in love. very likely as her dad’s the god of insanity.”

he turns back to the two who are laughing and standing closer than before, “like super, super in love. if there was a word for love, luke’s found it”

“huh.” 

chris says it like it’s common knowledge like how the best food is blue jelly beans, “i mean i ship it, y/n’s the sweetest person around here–the type of person people write songs about. she’s like a sister to us older ones and a mother to the younger ones. the whole camp is waiting for him to just man up and ask y/n. they make each other happy, you know?”

“yeah, i think i do.” 

percy thinks it’s something the poets would write about.

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fridays are capture the flag days.

you’re not the type of person to engage in these types of games all that often but you suppose there’s a first time for everything. someone’s got to show the percy boy how it’s played. 

“okay, percy. remember, keep your senses open and make sure that no one gets close enough to engage. once they engage, it’s hard to fight them off.”

all around you two, people have begun to don their armor and raise arms. the sun has just reached its height and you’re huddled together discussing your gameplan. even though your cabin house is pretty small, you’ve joined athena and hermes for this game. 

percy’s voice rises a little high as he tries swinging his sword around only to drop it, “yeah, okay. i’ll just try not to die, i guess. that’s not like hard or anything.”

“just follow my lead and if i’m not here find luke.”

you're not exactly excited about percy’s odds. the kid is lanky as is and his sassiness doesn’t help him out much when others target him for it. 

that’s exactly why you’re gone to his rescue when he nearly gets hit in the face by a spear after he insulted one of the boys from house ares. 

your heel nearly buckles under a sharp hit after you block the attack that’s directed to percy. you manage to reset your heel and push the sword off before you drop down into a crouch and sweep the legs of the warrior in front of you.

unfortunately you're slightly too focused on what’s in front of you and protecting percy you don’t realize that someones charging toward you from the side. 

fortunately, a block from a familiar sword stops any attack that might meet you head on. no sooner do you hear the block that luke’s got the other guy on the floor and surrendering. 

you grin at him, “i had that handled.”

giving you that grin that makes you feel like your future's right in front of you, he replies: “i’m sure you did. but why let you deal with him when i can save you the trouble.” 

“why don’t you go and help annabeth win the games, romeo.”

he gives you a wink, throwing a quick ‘yes ma’am’ before he’s already running off again. 

no sooner than later, a quick gong resounds throughout the camp, concluding the games. you’re standing slightly battered while percy walks behind you pointing out all the flowers he’s found. you definitely need to teach him how to defend himself. 

the players are just trickling in for the woods they’ve been fighting in to reband together and in the distance you see a figure running toward you. 

holding onto the flag, he continues to look at you like you’re everything he’s ever needed to breathe. he’s taken his helmet off and you can finally see him fully: brown eyes and all dimples.

“see you’ve found the flag.”

he takes a couple of steps closer to you until only two steps separate him and you, “yeah, someone told me to go win the game so I did just that for her”.

“really now?”

he whispers, “yeah.” 

his eyes twinkle and you’ve never wanted anything more than to continue to stare at them. 

you hope he’ll make the next move but luke castellan, the boy you’ve fallen for in every lifetime, is always content to admire you.

so, you take those two next steps, grab him by his neck, and press your lips to his. 

he stands shocked for a minute, wondering if what’s happening is really happening. but no sooner, he’s dropped the flag on the grass and holds you like your the greatest treasure he’s ever had.

there’s a certain type of tragedy that your golden boy tastes like, fire and freedom all in this moment. it’s the price of redemption and damnation that you’re willing to pay. 

to him, it’s the stars aligning like you’d will them to–the power you held and every thing he’s ever needed. your his past, future, and present: the threads in his life giving him the one thing he’s ever wanted. something he’s only ever dreamed of. 

he pulls back slightly before murmuring, “in every lifetime or the next, i am yours. i don’t know what i did to deserve you. you’re something only out of my dreams, y/n.”

"you sap"

you just kiss him again, ignoring all the campers and those still trickling in. 

✩ ‧₊˚

“definitely a child of dionysius. she’s reduced him to insanity,” pipes up percy as he tears off the petals of the flower he holds in his hand. 

chris just grabs a flower and continues to rip the petals off like the boy beside him. 

“damn straight!” shouts luke toward the two.

[itsnotmuchyet]

So if Percy Jackson was going to ascend, what would his domains be? I think we can all agree that Percy would not be a god like Ariadne or Leto is a god. He would definitely be powerful. But the Greek pantheon has most domains already covered. Here's what I think:

Percy should be the god of loyalty, first of all. And, actually, THIS would be the most frightening bit. He'd be a second Eros. Don't see the vision? Imagine Percy deciding on a whim to make Zeus loyal to Hera. I think he should. It'd be the funniest way to get back at Zeus for all those times he voted to kill him, because what's Zeus gonna do?? Complain that he feels really really bad just thinking about cheating on his wife now?????

I don't have a clear picture of what else he'd definitely use this domain for, right off the bat, except I think he'd refuse to make Aphrodite loyal to Hephaestus if asked. Not for any particular liking of Aphrodite, but I think he'd refuse to make someone loyal to a spouse they didn't choose, just on principle.

Secondly, if he's ascending, he definitely should have killed Aklys and taken her domain. That's actually probably how he finds out that 1. Domains aren't fixed and 2. He's burning through his mortality. If Percy is ascending, fighting the goddess of misery should be the thing to instigate the process.

A possible second domain-by-conquest; I think he should get to take Kronos' power over time. As a treat. Maybe he has a confrontation with him in Tartarus, and this is a fight where, unlike Aklys, he knows the stakes and knows what he's doing. And he decides to put Kronos down for good by replacing his role in the pantheon like Apollo once took over from Helios.

Actually, speaking of Apollo. He has given out domains before. I want him to give Protector of Youths to Percy. Why? Well, the pjo Apollo doesn't seem to do too much with it (maybe. Haven't read the Trials. Lmk if I'm wrong). And I think it is PERFECT for Percy. I've seen some people say he should be the god of demigods (currently Hercules' role, and he's definitely not doing much with it), but i disagree. Percy has always cared for mortals, and I don't think ascension would stop that. He should protect young people regardless of their heritage. I think that matches his canon behavior better.

He should get to be god of riptides. Because it's thematic and it pleases me. Percy should get to keep a connection to the sea.

God of filial devotion might also be appropriate. That might already be covered by a different god though, I'm not sure.

Lastly. This might be controversial. Percy should be the god of divorce.

I have reasons. In no particular order:

I like divine duality, ie, Apollo is god of healing&plagues. Percy can be god of loyalty&divorce. (This is not a perpollo post necessarily, apollo just happens to be a useful example of what I'm going for here. Percy contains multitudes.)

He helped his mom get a divorce when he was younger. No - no, really, stay with me here. In many cultures for much of history the only way out of a marriage, particularly for women, was to kill your spouse. This is the original divorce. It's also not an option for gods. The Greek pantheon in pjo has clearly changed somewhat with time, but not as much as i think they should. I think Percy should be a sea change, and one of the ways to do that is provide a way for all those old unhappy bonds to either be dissolved or renewed. A catalyst to either commit to your marriage - hello god of loyalty - or leave it and try again. If we're breaking gods out of the old patterns, then let's do that. Percy can introduce the gods to the modern concept of divorce, and leave the past in the past.

It's either a genius idea or I'm completely deranged. Probably the second one, but there you have it.

I think if you want the gods to be kinder, you have to modernize them in some ways, and also address some of their own perennial unhappiness. Hera would certainly be a nicer goddess, for example, if she wasn't trapped in a bad situation. I don't say nice. I don't know that any god is nice. But nicer.

I guess mostly I want percy to ascend because it would be really funny if the gods were discussing whether to smite or reward him and he interrupts to be like, "okay, but you have to choose quickly, one of those isn't going to be an option for much longer" and that's how they find out that he's ascending. I think he'd have gone through all the stages of grief by that point, he's just. Over it. <- another reason I want percy to be a god is because he doesn't want to be. I think often those who seek power are those who least ought to wield it. Percy, who once chose not to overpower a nymph who was terrified he'd use her spring to clean horse stables, who inspires loyalty so quickly he made Praetor in a week, is extremely well suited to power.

[mehwmidklpe]

hiiii, i have a request. So its a Percy x reader where reader and Percy meet up at the beach to go on a little date, but Percy arrived early and waits but starts to draw readere initial in the sand like a love sick puppy (and maybe starts talking about her to some sea creature) and then she comes and sees percy and just smiles and realized yup that's the love of my life:)

Thank you beforehand!!!!

that's so cute!!

Yes, Percy knows the date wasn't planned till after like 10 to 20 minutes. But what's wrong with being early to make sure everything is perfect?

After many years, Percy Jackson, the most oblivious demigod of all time finally got the courage to ask you on a date.

He hadn't expect you to call him out as an idiot for taking so long to ask that question.

But hey! At least you didn't judo-flip him. And he got a date on the beach out of it, too!

After Percy had set everything up, he was sitting on the picnic blanket, waiting for you to arrive. He was so happy, like he's litteraly a lovesick idiot.

So lovesick he found himself drawing your intial in the sand with a cute smile on his face.

But when he heard a sound and looked up, he didn't see anyone. When he looked back at the sand and the intial of the most beautiful name he'd ever heard, he saw a turltle.

"Ohh. Hey little guy! What's your name?"

He frowned as he heard the turtle answer. "No name yet? Well then I'll give you one!" He started thinking.

"Ooh! How about Leo- No, wait, not Leonardo. I know a boy named Leo. He's pretty cool, but you deserve the best ninja turtle name out there. Michelangelo." He decided.

"Yeah he's totally my favorite." He then said as he watched the turtle crawl towards the pizza he had set on the blanket.

"Woah there buddy. I know turtles love pizza. So do I. But that pizza is reserved for a special lady."

Percy felt a smile growing on his lips as the turtle spoke to him again. "Yeah.. I have a date with this amazing girl. It's our first one. I still can't believe she said yes."

The son of Poseidon hadn't even noticed a sea star coming up to him. "Oh, another friend! What's your name? Also none. Mhmm.." The boy started thinking of a name again.

"Patrick. You're definitely a Patrick." He nodded.

"Wait? About my date? You heard that?" He asked the sea star as the turle crawled atop of him.

A giddy smile rested on his lips at the thought of you. "Her name is Y/n." He looked at the turtle once he heard his voice.

"I know Mickey, that's a beautiful name. But not as beautiful as she herself." Once the star asked about you, Percy knew there was no way back.

So now he found himself talking to at least 18 sea animals. Some of them were in the sea, but you could still see them, others were sitting right infront of Percy.

And Michelangelo, of course, sat in Percy's palm.

Gods did Percy feel like a disney princess.

"Yes, Flounder, she took all of them out. Singelhandedly." Percy confirmed to the fish at the edge of the sea.

"Squidward! Language!" He said to the octopus. "But yeah she's a fucking badass." He silently agreed, but every creature heard it.

Percy turned to the other fish. "Nemo. What did I tell you? She's not going to marry you. I will be her future husband, okay?"

"Don't worry, Alberto. We'll do two weddings. One in land and one in the sea. You can all be there, I'm sure she'll love you guys!"

He then looked at the crab. "Yes Sebastian. Y/n is the most beautiful, gorgeous girl you'll ever see! She's breathtaking! Divine! Aphrodite loosk like shit next to her! I don't understand how she's not full goddess, but I can totally see her godly half."

"Why thank you, you don't look too bad yourself."

Percy froze at the sound of that voice. The voice he'd recognize anywhere. He gulped and turned around to see you in all your glory.

"Y/-Y/n." He stammered.

When he heard the voice you couldn't hear, he leaned in closer to Michelangelo on his hand.

"Yes Mickey, I told you she's breathtaking." He wishpered to the turtle, agreeing to what the turtle said about your appearence.

Oh yeah, this boy is totally your endgame.

You stiffled a giggle as you walked over to him.

It was only then that Percy let his eyes rank over your body, taking in your outfit, your hair, your eyes, everything about you.

"You look–" "I heard you the first sixteen times, Percy." You said as you sat down next to him.

You tilted your head, lookign at the sand. "Is that my name?" By now, the intial had turned into your full name with hearts and stars around them.

Percy had done that while he rambled on about you to his new sea friends.

"No? It's your dyslexia who's fooling you." Percy lied. "I can read, Percy." You state.

He stayed quiet for a bit, before his head turned back to look at you again.

"I uh.. I got us pizza! Well actually Connor traveled to new york and get me some for us. He wanted to go to Italy first, I don't really know why the plans changed." Percy said, adjusting the two boxes of pizza.

"And uh.. I got us some cola, too. Don't tell Mr. D that I stole the from him though.. Uhm.. And I got some other snacks if you–"

"It's perfect Percy. Thank you." You assure him, taking his hand in yours.

The son of Poseidon fel the heat rise up to his cheeks, and you didn't hear it, but the animals were all 'ooh-ing' and 'aah-ing'.

"Now back to the whole 'talking about me to some animals' topic. You said you wanna marry me." You recalled with a smile.

Percy froze, he had no idea what to do.

"Uhm.. Well- I didn't- I mean we're still young, a-and we're not even an actual couple so.." His voice trailed of, noticing how stupid he sounded.

You bit your lip. "If you ask me we might just be one."

Did you just say that?

Like actually?

"Uhm.. Y/n.. would you want to be my girlfrie– Wait. You're not messing with me, right??" Percy asked you. "I'm not, Seaweedbrain."

Percy shot a look at the octopus. "Shut up squidward! Only Y/n gets to call me that!"

And you giggled. "You're cute, Percy Jackson. And yes, I would like to be your girlfriend." You smile again.

His heart was racing faster than a black marlin can swim. "That–That's cool–yeah.. cool." He tried to play it off, but even the animals weren't buying it.

Then Percy's eyes randomly widened. "No, we're not gonna do that!" Percy shot back at Patrick. "What'd they say?" You ask him. "He said. that we should kiss."

You frown at that. "And you're not gonna listen to him? C'mon Perce, he's a star." You say to him.

The sea anmilas were probably encouraging him cause he looked around at them.

Then finally, he scooted closer to you. "Is this okay with you?" He asks you, tone soft. You nod. "Yeah."

And so his lips found yours in a soft, loving, sea-animal-proof kiss.

The animals cheered, but it honestly sounded like a ton of gibberish to you, especially the sound that came from the dolphin who's name you did not know.

It didn't matter though, cause Percy Jackson was kissing you.

When you pulled away, he smiled. "Was that okay?" You nod again. "More than okay."

This time, you both blushed.

"So..?"

"Yes Percy. They're invited to the wedding."

And the animals cheered again.

[thhouseofblack]

round 2 of odysseus commentating during the events of the iliad sports commentator-esque because I can't stop myself~

part 1

"Menelaus grabs him by the helmet, DRAGS him across the battlefield like he's an unpaid intern - but OH! Aphrodite steps in with the divine clutch! She swipes Paris out of the fight faster than you can say ‘coward with abs’ and poofs him back to Helen’s boudoir. And listen - I know what you’re thinking, but no, Helen and Paris are NOT relationship goals. That’s not love, that’s god-sponsored codependency!"

"Naturally we press him for info - standard interrogation tactics, nothing too extreme of course. And what’s this? Dolon spills EVERYTHING. No hesitation. No bluffing. He’s giving away Hector’s strategy, spicy details on the Trojan camp, and even directions to the Thracian allies. Folks, this is what we call a game-changing turnover! Just an absolute FAILURE on defense from the Trojans!"

"This just in - Achilles is still on the bench, deep in his ‘no war, no friends, no bitches, only sulk’ era, burrito-ing - no don't ask me what a burrito is. But Patroclus has entered the chat! He’s asking to wear his armour, folks. That’s right - man just pulled a full ‘Can I wear your hoodie?’ except the hoodie is a legendary set of god made armour - NO DON'T ASK ME WHAT A HOODIE IS. Anyway, Achilles unsurprisingly agrees - but says, quote, ‘Don’t go too hard, babe.’ I mean, ‘dear friend.’ Very normal. Totally heterosexual battlefield banter. Diomedes and I do it all the time trust!"

"We’re live back on the Achaean Airtime, folks, and it’s the showdown we’ve all been waiting for - Menelaus vs. Paris, husband vs. homewrecker, Softboy with a sweet smile vs Slut of the decade- OKAY FINE I'll focus Agamemnon. Menelaus comes in HOT, swinging like a man who just walked in on his wife with the guy who was on a stripping pole two minutes ago. Paris, meanwhile, shows up in a leopard print cloak. Bold move, my guy. Bold move."

"Achilles? Crying. Priam? Crying. The gods? Crying. Me? Probably crying too - but that's cause I miss my wife. This is the most emotionally-mature move Achilles has made in the ENTIRE war!"

"And folks, let’s address the very unfounded rumours going around in the Achaean camp. Some of you out there seem to think that just because Diomedes and I work in perfect synchronization, communicate with a single glance, and trust each other with our lives, that there’s something... EXTRA going on here. But let me be VERY clear - this is PURELY professional chemistry! Just two warriors, out on a mission, under the stars, bodies moving in tandem, breathing as one - WAIT, I MEAN - Forget that last part! POINT IS: No romance here! Absolutely none! Not even a little bit! LET'S MOVE ON."

[starsthewitch]

Star’s beginners guide to Aphrodite worship 🐚💕

Who is Aphrodite?

Aphrodite is the goddess of love, sex, beauty, seduction, and war. She is most commonly known for her immense beauty and her many associations with sex.

What are some things she is associated with?

Doves

Flowers like roses

The colors pink, red, blue, green, white, and gold

Crystals like rose quartz, clear quartz, pearls, diamonds, sapphires, amethyst, rubies, moonstones, and aquamarines

Incense that smells of rose, cinnamon, myrrh, frankincense, vanilla, and jasmine

Her tarot cards, The Lovers, The Empress, and The Star

What can I give to her as offerings?

Shells or shell imagery

Ocean imagery

Swan and dove imagery

Heart imagery

Valentine's day gifts like chocolates

Imagery/paintings that depict her

Roses or rose imagery

Doing skincare for her

Perfumes or colognes

Hairbrushes

Mirrors

Doing your makeup

Moonwater

Strawberries, apples,and raspberries

Devotional acts or things you can do in her honor

Giving compliments to people

Collecting things you find pretty

Wearing jewelry you've offered or devoted to her

Watch or read romantic material

Self-love

Masturbation (if comfortable in doing so)

Sex (if comfortable in doing so)

Wear perfume dedicated to her

Spend time with loved ones

Create a digital altar (these can be done on Pinterest)

Write poetry about her

Write a letter to her

Create or listen to a playlist dedicated to her

Talk to her (tarot cards, dice, pendulum, and other forms of divination work just fine)

What is it like working with her?

When it comes to Aphrodite, in myth, she was often known as a wrathful and jealous goddess. However, since the myths are just stories and are known to exaggerate some details, this isn’t usually the case.

However, when people mention to others that they are interested in working with Aphrodite, they usually say that you absolutely should not. That she is needy, requires a lot of attention and offerings, that if you don’t do what she says, she will take your beauty away.

This is also not the case.

In my experience as an Aphrodite worshipper, she is very loving, along with being insanely passionate. Also being very vocal about her needs and wants.

Often getting signs from her isn’t at all uncommon. I remember the first few weeks I started working with her, I got an image on my feed that had these two eels intertwined together in a heart shape.

You will often feel connected to sea life, the sea in general, wanting to do things for yourself like dressing nicer and wanting to take care of yourself more.

Here are some things I’ve experienced in my time in working with her.

When I first started praying to her, I stuttered and fumbled over my words. A lot. I was oddly nervous about it? I’m not the type to stutter and fumble often. But beginning to feel nervous and even embarrassed in the presence of the goddess of love? Very normal.

She often enjoys getting milk and dark chocolate, along with roses or any kind of flower, real or not. I gave her chocolates, a fake rose, and a real flower for valentines day and she was insanely happy with it. So much so that her candle rested in a heart shape for a short while.

I often saw butterflies, a symbol of Aphrodite.

I often feel inclined to go to the beach, collect seashells, and do things that make me feel good.

I feel more comfortable expressing love. Before, I was never the type to use pet names for people, especially for friends. But i’ve noticed that I now call people sweet and endearing names. Honeybun, sweet pea, boo, sweetie/sweetness, and babes are things i’ve been saying lately.

She is very honest, often not sugarcoating things. I asked her when my ex first asked me out if we’d last. She said no and gave me explicit reasons as to why. Though I still went out and dated them anyway, and it pretty much ended in the way she said.

She very much enjoys art work of her. I’ve drawn her a few times, asking her to guide my hand in doing so.

Whenever I feel unattractive or hate something about my appearance, she usually makes someone compliment me that day or that week. I was having an off day with my hair, and in that same hour, a girl walked up to me and said that she loved my hair and the style it was in.

That is it for my beginners Aphrodite worship guide! I will be doing these for the other two deities I work with, Apollo and Freyja.

I do hope these were helpful. If you have any questions or need assistance with anything, my ask box and my dms are always open. So be sure to shoot me a message!

Much love to you. <3

[coldilikeit]

Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)

Dc x Pjo

Part 9

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It was now morning, the air was humid and the chariots were lined up, everyone on the sidelines was packed with food, every second you wish you were in those benches

"One... Two.... Three... GO!" Tantalus yelled and the campers roared

The Ares chariot was quick, but the Hermes chariot led by the not twins Travis and Connor Stoll, Connor was shooting rocks in between the wheels of chariots

Leading first is the Hephaestus chariot led by Charles Beckendorf and his brother, second is Poseidon Chariot led by Percy Jackson and Tyson the cyclops

No way you were going to let them win

Your sister Yvonne Bailey Daughter of a multi-million fashion designer grabbed some arrows, her step mother (Aphrodite approved) was an Olympic archer, she taught Yvonne everything she knows

Which is lucky because in this race your opponents either throw arrows or bombs, even luckier cause someone on the Aphrodite cabin knows how to make arrow bombs (you duh)

And you may or may have not taken green arrows design but it's not like he can sue you, I mean come on you're dead

"No hard feelings (Name)" Annabeth smiles as her chariots bumps yours

Yvonne recovering from the shock stood up again quickly "You did not just do that", she prepared an arrow and shot at their left wheel, tried to shoot at least

The arrow instead hit the Hermes chariot and it crashed onto the Hephaestus chariot

Well they say it's better to destroy two chariots with one arrow

Now it was just You and Yvonne, Annabeth and her brother, Percy and Tyson

AND CLARISSE LA RUE????

For some reason, even if they were stuck at the back of the track trying to get he ricks out of their wheels, they managed to bypass the other burning down chariots in their way

It was fine, you liked a challenge, Then Stymphalian birds (flesh eating demon birds) started raining down from the sky and started pecking at the campers

A flock of these birds started to attack your chariot, without thinking you grabben an arrow and shit at them...

... without proper space distance, making the explosion close to you chariot

Yvonne grabbed you and ducked down and the horses who were carrying your chariot went feral trying to avoid the demon birds themselves

Percy who slipped out of the race, managed to grab a boom box and played this awful music that made the birds screech, but stopped them from attacking

The Apollo kids took this as a chance to shoot them down

And when you thought it was over, Clarisse came running through with her chariot and won the race

Despite the injuries of the racers and the non racers, they cheered

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Jason grumbled at the sight of his family, gloomy, "Hey, Breakfast has been ready for hours now, Duke is waiting!"

"I know but I found new information, according to here, Empousa only drink the blood of their victims, not eat them, that would mean there is still a body-" Tim has been researching every Greek monster ever since, trying to find a clue on how to see them properly

Diana had explained this most that covers the mortal eye from the divine world, with the announcement that the gods are real...

People have been starting to get stressed, since the most is still in effect, people are accusing each other of being monsters in disguise

"I don't get why you're doing so much for a fake" Jason glared, true he was shocked at the death, but... It's not like this was the first time (Name) died

The little replacement to protect dad's sanity was dead, so?

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According to Tantalus, we should be punished, because according to him the stymphalian birds were just minding their business and only attacked because they were bothered by Percy's horrible chariot driving

"go chase a donut!" Percy stomped off as Tantalus continues to yell at him and Tyson scurries behind behind Percy

I grabbed a piece of fruit from a table that managed to survive the attack and waved it around so Tantalus could see

And I ate it in front of him.

"Okay you too! Both you and Percy and the monster will be washing the dishes tonight" he yelled

"what, that's bull, everyone eats" said a brother of yours

"leave my sister alone, you're just mad you can't eat" said another brother

"how are you cursed to never eat and still be fat, that doesn't make sense" said one of your sisters

Annabeth's brows furrowed "That's not fair! (Name) Just ate! You can't punish her for eating!"

"alright smarty you're punished as well! Everyone cleans this mess! And make dinner for Clarisse if you want, a banquet or something, but stay the fuck away from my sight" now it was Tantalus's turn to stomp away

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(Name): eats*

Tantalus who was cursed to never eat: I'm offended

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@delias-stuff @sadslasher13 @ellaprime7 @wpdarlingpan @mountvesuvu @chinxinsomnia @nathaly36 @vanessa-boo @bat1212 @ceramic-raven @sweetconnoisseurgardener @dhanyasri @bella-wolf100 @shortnsweetsposts @roseapov @d3sperate-enuf @d3kstar

[xoxorory]

Floaties, Heatwaves & Stolen Kisses !

POV: Fem!Reader (Cabin Counselor, Daughter of Aphrodite,though it's not specified!) Pairing: Lifeguard!Percy Jackson x Cabin Counselor!Fem!Reader Genre: Romance, humor, flirting, established relationship, fluff, suggestive comments, babysitting chaos Word Count: ~3000 words Tag list: @simpingmyassoff , @shootingstargirl2001 (if you want to be added,comment below! !) Warning:English isn't my first lenguage,enjoy ! ! ! a/n: I've been inactive for a long time . . . (I mean in posting fics LOL),hopefully i'm back

1. Melting Skies

The sun hung above Camp Half-Blood like some divine punishment. It wasn’t normal heat—it was godly. Like Hephaestus accidentally left his forge on, and now all of Long Island was preheating at 475°F.

I sat under a canopy near Hermes Cabin, fanning a group of sweaty, grumpy kids with a giant palm leaf.

“My shirt is sticking to my soul,” complained Caleb, a dramatic little son of Hecate.

“My face is melting,” added a girl, collapsing into the grass.

I was about to cry when I spotted salvation in swim trunks.

Percy Jackson. Lifeguard whistle, no shirt, water-slick curls, and that smug grin.

“Hot out here, princess?” he called.

I looked up, fanning myself. “What gave it away, seaweed brain?”

“I’ve got a plan,” he said, lifting a cooler and some floaties. “Lake day. I already got the okay from Chiron. We cool the kids off, and I don’t have to watch you melt.”

“Does your plan include bribing me with alone time and cold drinks?”

He walked up, leaned down, and whispered, “Only if you let me rub your shoulders later, princess.”

I blushed. Hard.

“Are you guys married?” asked a tiny Demeter girl out of nowhere.

“WHAT?” we both exclaimed.

“You look at each other like my mom and dad do before they kiss,” she added.

Percy grinned. “Not married. . . yet.”

I gave him the death glare. He just winked.

2. One,Two,Three. . .To the water, demigods!

Twenty minutes later, kids were splashing in the lake. Percy was up on his lifeguard stand looking like a water god, and I stood beside Piper and Leo on the dock, keeping watch.

“No pushing!” I shouted at the Hermes kids trying to body-surf.

Piper nudged me. “You know he’s been staring at you since you walked up, right?”

“Not my fault I look hot in shorts.”

“Not his fault he wants to marry you.”

I rolled my eyes—then Percy blew his whistle and waved me over.

“Hey, counselor,” he said. “Need help with floaties… and I think my back’s burning.”

“Sure you’re not just craving a little attention, love?”

He handed me the sunscreen. “Please. This is a life-threatening situation.”

I rolled my eyes and began rubbing the lotion onto his shoulders. He groaned softly.

“Did you just moan?” I teased.

“That was a restrained sigh of survival, princess.”

“From what, exactly?”

“You in shorts. Touching me. Acting like it’s nothing.”

I smirked, dragging my fingers just a little lower.

“What if I said I was doing it on purpose?”

“Then I’m filing a complaint with Aphrodite because her daughter’s trying to kill me.”

We were very into it when—

“Why is she rubbing you like that, Percy?”

Caleb. Again.

“Uh... sunscreen,” I said.

“She loves me,” Percy added smugly.

“Does love mean touching backs?”

“Only after curfew,” he muttered under his breath.

I smacked his arm.

3. Floaties, Flirting, & Chaos

The chaos continued—kids were flinging lake water, floaties were capsizing, Leo was making a raft out of juice boxes, and Percy kept diving into the water like some hero from Baywatch.

I sat with my legs in the water, letting the cool ripple against my calves. Percy joined me, his curls wet and clinging to his forehead, his smile soft.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he said.

“Hey,waterboy.”

“Thanks for today.”

“For wrangling demigod toddlers in the heat?”

“For that. And for being drop-dead gorgeous while doing it. And for not drowning me in the lake when I said we were married.”

“You're lucky you're cute.”

“I’m lucky I have you.”

He leaned in, his hand brushing my thigh just under the water.

“Pretty” he whispered, “I’m madly in love with you, and I want to kiss you properly.”

“You sure you won’t combust?”

“Only one way to find out.”

And then—

“EWWW! They’re gonna kiss!” someone shrieked.

“BOOOO!”

Percy groaned, resting his forehead on mine. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I told you,” I sighed, “we’re owed at least one uninterrupted kiss.”

“Princess, I swear, the first moment we’re alone—”

“I’m cashing in. With interest.”

4. Sunset & Soft Things

Finally, the little ones were back in their cabins, passed out from too much sun and sugar. The counselors retreated to their own corners of camp, and Percy tugged me toward the dock.

The lake shimmered in the golden-pink of sunset. It was quiet, warm, perfect.

“You ever think about the future?” I asked, curling into his side.

“All the time,” he murmured. “Usually with you in it. In every version.”

I looked up at him. “You’re dangerously romantic today.”

“I’m just in love with the most beautiful girl in the universe. Happens.”

“I’ll allow it.”

He turned to me, eyes serious now.

“I want more days like this. Chaos, floaties, tiny goblins interrupting our kisses... and you. Always you.”

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend again, seaweed boy?”

“No,” he said, smirking. “I’m reminding you that you’re mine. And I’m yours.”

And this time, when he kissed me?

No one interrupted.

[starfata]

Ares weds Athenide

Hera gets her way. Goddess Percy ignores the marriage most of the time to split her days between her parents and her divine duties.

Ares is okay with this. Marriage of Convenience, they occasionally show up to parties together, cooperate on various things, but largely his life is unchanged except for Hera bemoaning the state of his marriage.

When she realised she couldn't avoid the marriage, Percy made the choice to treat this like a fake relationship in a rom com.

Cue Loyalty not meaning fidelity, Perse ignoring the marriage as much as possible while treating Ares, after she's seen him with his demigod children, like an ally. She might not always like him, but in some ways he's dependable.

Hera despairs. Athena is relieved. Her sea family are sad for her, but she doesn't seem to suffer from thehumiliation as Rhodes does, nor hate her husband as Kymopoleia does. Aphrodite is honestly a bit miffed at the lack of drama, doesn't this new Goddess have any appreciation for Ares?

Percy: There's a saying- Love is sweet, but it cannot change a man's nature. Love may compel a man where Marriage would fail, and this marriage has no love. I shall trust him to be as he has always been, for I have no power to change my fate and he has no desire to. I shall do my duty, but I do not expect his loyalty.

(Headcanon- Sally and Paul discussed their favourite quotes from novels. That's why Percy knows a GOT quote before the tv show aired when she hates reading due to her dyslexia making it a battle)

Except perhaps she did expect Ares to show a little loyalty, if only to the mortals perception of their farce of a marriage, because seeing him stand by Aphrodite's side as Percy stands in the Trojan throne room trying to protect the demigoddess who calls her mother...

It hurts.

The Trojans are so happy that Nerio's husband has cast aside her foolishness, so overjoyed that surely he'll bring her into line, her treatment is a little worse than it might have been.

Not much, she is a Goddess, but those who don't sneer at her foolishness laugh at her captivity, how worthless her own husband finds her, murmur how she hasn't bourne him a child and he might be convinced to give her up (to Paris) and the rest- pity her.

She fades, and the headless, naked statues of Nerio Fides replaces the Goddess of Demigods.

And when she returns, when she finds herself alive withe the memories of two lives-

What is fading, but death? What is death but a divorce?

She didn't get a choice when Hera we'd her to Ares. It's a new millenia, and she chooses happiness.

[cece693]

HAII I LOVE YOUR PJO FICS SO MUCH!! can i request jason x son of aphrodite thats really pretty ( and popular because of it ) but has severe social anxiety/is scared of talking to people so he just doesnt really interact with anyone ? THANK YOU 💜💜💜💜💜💜

My Safe Place

pairing: jason grace x son of aphrodite tags: fluff, jason is the reader's safe place, keeping it simple and short, fic came out more like a headcannon

Jason Grace had always believed in destiny—a series of fateful encounters woven together by the gods themselves. And meeting you, the son of Aphrodite, felt like the most divine twist of fate he'd ever experienced. You were stunning, a masterpiece carved by the hands of the goddess of love herself. Your golden hair caught the sunlight like threads of silk, and your eyes, a swirling blend of emerald and seafoam, seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. But what captivated Jason most wasn’t your immense beauty; it was your quiet, unassuming kindness.

You avoided attention like the plague. Social settings made you visibly uneasy, and the few times Jason had seen you among their peers at Camp Half-Blood, you'd clung to the edges of conversations, smiling nervously and rarely speaking unless addressed directly. Most people at camp thought your shyness was some aloof form of vanity, a stereotype that Jason knew couldn’t be further from the truth.

One particular evening, Jason decided to make things easier for his boyfriend. Knowing that you had hit your social limit for the day, Jason arranged for their dinner to be brought to your cabin. When Jason knocked gently on the door, you opened it with a look of surprise and relief. “Jason,” you whispered, voice warm despite your visible exhaustion.

“Hey,” He greeted, holding up the basket of food. “Thought we’d have a quiet dinner here tonight. Just the two of us.”

Your eyes lit up, and you stepped aside to let Jason in. “That sounds perfect. Thank you.”

Jason set the basket on a small table near the window. Your cabin was as cozy as ever, filled with soft blankets, scented candles, and the faint scent of lavender. The two settled on the plush rug in the center of the room, their dinner spread out between them. Jason made sure to keep the conversation light, asking you about your plants and the sketches you'd been working on.

As they ate, your shoulders visibly relaxed. You leaned into Jason, finding comfort in his presence. After dinner, Jason pulled you into his arms, and they moved to the couch, surrounded by the soft glow of the candles. You nestled against Jason’s chest, your head resting just below Jason’s chin.

“You’re always so thoughtful,” You murmured, your voice tinged with gratitude.

Jason pressed a kiss to your hair. “You deserve it. I want you to feel safe and loved. Always.”

“I do. With you, I always do.”

They spent the rest of the evening wrapped in each other’s arms, talking about everything and nothing. Jason told you stories from his time at Camp Jupiter, making you laugh softly. You, in turn, shared quiet confessions of your fears and dreams, trusting Jason in a way you trusted no one else. By the time the candles burned low, you were half-asleep in Jason’s arms, your breathing steady and calm.

[zarnzarn]

The doors to Olympus are sturdy and strong, given everyone's preferences for drama and slamming said doors open and sending them cracking into the wall whenever the opportunity arises. Which is why it's a surprise when they creak open during the once-a-decade pantheon meeting; less so because no entity worth their salt would take so long to open the doors, and more so because everyone who is anyone is already there.

But if everyone is being honest with themselves- which no one is, usually- these gatherings are boring enough that the bland conversation is dropped immediately in favour of craning their necks to catch a glimpse of whatever is coming to relieve them of their boredom.

When the doors finally open however, several of the pantheon murmur in surprise.

"Odysseus," Athena whispers, wide-eyed as she pushes herself off her throne to her feet. It is him- in the king's garb he was buried in but the face he has when he reached home, hair till the shoulders and speckled with grey, face oddly blank. His feet are transparent.

"What are you doing here, sceptre?" Poseidon booms, hair the color of a stormy sea. Zeus, beside him, looks reserved, observing the ghost with something approaching curiosity- eyes flicking to the lightning scars on his daughter's face and back. "Your time has long passed, and Hades-"

"It is a temporary agreement," Odysseus says curtly, barely sparing him a glance as he approaches his patron. "Athena."

Her armour clinks as she steps forward and the gods all twitch, trading glances. Owls are silent creatures- to have her aspect so affected to make noise was... uneasy to say the least. She even holds herself different than usual, something like confused delight shining in her eyes. "How did you-"

"Did you sleep with my wife?"

The throne room is silent. Several jaws drop.

Athena straightens back up, blinking in surprise. She looks a bit shifty, some of the nymphs closest whisper to each other, which- well, almost every single god present owed some part of their existence to the mere story of Odysseus loving his wife.

Would he fight his own patron goddess over it in front of Mount Olympus, though? He certainly was unbalanced enough; Athena herself looked rather uncertain of her odds, even though-

"Are you addled in death, King of Ithaka?" Artemis drawls, looking amused. "Did you forget that your own patron is celibate? Whatever rumor you-"

"No, I-" Athena says suddenly, shifting her spear to her other hand. "I did."

Artemis chokes on her breath and several assorted divine beings gasp in shock and the rest shouting for explanations, although everyone is nearly drowned out by Aphrodite's loud, "WHAT?"

Odysseus inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I cannot believe you."

"She asked-" Athena starts, only to be drowned out by the din of various beings screeching and shouting about the scandal.

"ATHENA!" Hera hisses, peacock tail fanning behind her sharply as she pushes herself up. "Explain yourself!"

Athena half-turns to face her, face creased in a frown. "Mother, I-"

"LET ME REPHRASE!" Odysseus cuts in loudly, and the shouting settles down into silence. He walks to his patron, eyes blazing. "I cannot believe," he throws his clenched fists wide as he growls the last word, "-you took Penelope to bed-" Athena surprisingly stays still as he reaches her, mouth falling open as he grabs her by the chiton to yank her down, uncaring of the gasps of horror from all around as he snarls, "-before you ever kissed me."

And then Odysseus grabs Athena by the face roughly and kisses her.

This time Aphrodite's shriek cannot be escaped by anyone.

"Aphrodite, please," Zeus says a few moments later, wincing as his throne reforms around him, stained oddly pink. Quite a few minor entities have discorporated, and the ones nearest to her are still trying to regenerate their hearing. "Control yourself."

Their eyes land back on where Athena has dropped her spear- dropped her spear, Ares in the corner seems to be having some minor hysteria over this, well warranted- and is also on the floor, still being thoroughly kissed by that insufferable, mannerless hero of hers, perched on her stomach to reach. Zeus inhales in fury, Poseidon close behind him as the shock wears off, lightning crackling around his fingers as he opens his mouth to shout- of all the indignities-

"If you two ruin this for me," Aphrodite thunders, warping in front of them and glaring. "I will make you both regret it."

Both gods visibly blanch at the threat, taken aback for one brief moment. Threats from Aphrodite are far worse than any of her more violent siblings, at the end of the day.

Zeus visibly gathers himself just as Athena's helmet clatters to the floor, and he gains a second wind immediately, eye twitching as he spreads a hand to the spectacle in the middle of the hall. "WHAT MANNER OF DISRESPECT IS THIS? TO BARGE INTO OUR MEETING AND THROW ONE OF THE OLDEST GODDESSES TO THE FLOOR LIKE A COMMON WENCH-"

"Zeus," Hera says quietly. Everyone falls silent, although it's not quite enough to stop the two tangled together on the ground. She clears her throat, which finally seems to get through to Athena, who had finally seemed to have gotten over her shock enough to reach out, hands hovering over Odysseus hesitantly. Still, at the noise she seems to remember herself, pushing herself up on an elbow and dislodging him enough to break their necking. He pouts at her, but Athena's eyes are too glazed over to notice, heaving for breath.

Hera opens her mouth to speak, crown manifesting on her brow as she steps in front of the throne, but closes it as the door rattles again.

This time, the spectre shimmers with a faint hint of scales that comes with a freshwater nymph's heritage and excited whispers starved for drama explode across the room as the Queen of Ithaka steps into the room, skirts hitched in her hand and panting as if she'd been running.

"Your Graces," She bows respectfully before entering, Spartan princess through and through, until she catches sight of her husband and Athena, the former of whom seems to have taken the opportunity to start kissing the wisdom goddess again, fingers in her curls.

"What are you doing?" She snaps, rushing over. The entire courtroom holds its breath. She slaps her husband upside the head, making him yelp and move back to shoot her a betrayed look. Athena looks even further dazed than before, cheeks red. "Argos has more manners than you! No wonder Lady Athena wanted nothing to do with you- ah, hello, darling, by the way."

"Penelope," Athena murmurs hoarsely, and the Queen of Ithaka leans down to kiss her as well.

Odysseus chuckles, then jumps with everyone else as Hera slams a hand down on the throne elegantly, cracking it to the base.

"Ah, goddess-" He says, clambering off Athena to bow.

"Silence," Hera interrupts, holding up a hand, eyes cold. "You will not say anything to me apart from an explanation. My agreement for your release from Ogygia was due to the assurance that your marriage was one of the truest I have ever witnessed, conveyed by Athena herself when bartered with all of us to let you go. Tell me, was it a ploy? Because from the disgraceful looks of it, this seems to not be the case in the slightest."

Odysseus frowns, face twisting in confusion. "Athena bartered with...?" He turns to look at his patron, who stares back, unspeaking. His eyes flicker to the lightning scar over her right eye as Penelope traces it with horrified eyes and a gentle thumb, and understanding seems to dawn.

For a moment, rage seems to fill him, glaring with a hatred towards Zeus that everyone whispered later wasn't met by the god king with anger, but a flicker of remorse- before he visibly throws it away behind Athena's old smile and bows.

"God-queen," He says formally, gracefully. Hera twitches a bit, and they'll all talk later about how odd it was to so clearly see Athena's younger mannerisms in the man, down to the curl of the letters. "My marriage to Penelope has never been false, never been broken, this I promise you." He takes Penelope's hand and squeezes it for emphasis, and she raises them as acknowledgement. "But... can you not argue that Athena has been part of our marriage all this time? From its start, where she advised me on courting and her on what to look for, to the twenty years she spent with both of us- me on the battlefield and Penelope in the court; to say nothing of how she helped raise our son and lived in our palace in the days after. And is she not so unbearably beautiful that even my Penelope couldn't wait-" He shoots a glare at her, which Penelope returns with a smile. "-when the chance was presented? How can you fault us for disgrace, after being so long apart from our wife?"

Hera raises both eyebrows at the impudence, the kind of disbelieving expression that hides a warning to tread carefully. "So you claim to be both married to Pallas Athena?"

"In every way that matters except legality," Odysseus says, fearlessly. He is dead, after all, what much can you do to a shade that they didn't already put him through when alive. He is sort of worried about Athena, though, as they both help her back to her feet, Penelope busy whispering compliments and updates and endearments in turn- she's not usually one to be quiet in face of a problem.

Hera tilts her head. "Ah, but you see. I need the legality, if I am to finally-" A helpless, excited smile pulls at her lips once, twice, before unfolding into a bright grin, peacock tails unfolding to their full wingspan. "-finally arrange for a marriage for my eldest daughter who has not once- oh finally, I can hardly believe this day has come-"

"I do not like the way you grabbed her, Sacker of Troy," Ares steps forward as Hera starts ranting half to herself, half to an equally loud assemblage of joyful entities about wedding arrangements, eyes narrowed.

Odysseus barks an incredulous, loud laugh, gesturing to Athena with a slightly crazed look in his eyes. "This lady has broken- and I do not exaggerate- every single bone in my body before I saw my sixteenth year. I have punched her a hundred times in the face when she taught me how to fight. We'll survive, thanks."

"That is fair," Ares steps back, hands raised.

"What duties will you provide as spouses, Ithakan Queen?" Hestia questions, stepping forward.

"Oh, the same we did when we were living," Penelope huffs a laugh. "Keep her busy, make her laugh, be of mild frustration to her, love her well, worship her-"

"I do not. Need to know," Hestia closes her eyes and raises a hand to cut her off, stepping back. Around them, the din catches speed and volume as no further objections arise, excitement spilling into the air.

"What is happening?" Athena says faintly, looking around as if she was just waking up.

"-oh, and we can get out the decor once more! Hebe, Aphrodite, loves, do you remember where we kept the fountains-"

"-finally, a reason to celebrate! Call them all out of hiding-"

"-can't believe this is finally happening, oh sister, what songs should we-

"Why am I getting married," Athena says with much more alarm and horror. She turns to Odysseus and shakes him by the shoulder, eyes wild. "What did you do?"

"Nothing!"

"How is this nothing? Do you have any idea the headache-"

"Athena, sweetheart, will you consider changing into that beautiful piece you made for the ceremony?"

Creakily, she turns her head to Hera, disbelief pasted across her face. "Mother," She says slowly. "They are both dead."

"Oh, I'll make a deal with Hades or something, you hush!" Aphrodite leans forward and snaps, before her irritation melts back into a manic joy. "Oh, what paint shall we do?"

Paint, Athena mouths, looking afraid for possibly the first time since her conception.

Penelope laughs and tugs on Athena's hand to make her turn, tucking dishevelled curls behind her ear. She wonders if the goddess knows how beautiful she is when she's flustered. "Take us away," She whispers. On Athena's other side, Odysseus leans against their patron with a besotted, helpless smile as he stares up at her, her helmet and spear in hand. She'd missed Athena like a limb, missed her deep laugh at night when they'd discussed the day's court, the dry jokes, the hands over hers as she weaved- but Odysseus wasn't himself without her, happy though they were in Hades' lands together, all of them.

"I'm-" Athena wavers, then looks around once more at all the excited screaming, something unreadable flashing in her eyes. Almost against her will, her eyes fall to Zeus, who is sitting silently and staring back at her. Poseidon looks like he still wants to start a fight, but clearly by his wary looks below can tell he will be heavily outnumbered by the overexcited crowd to not try, but Zeus just stares back at her, face blank of any emotion.

"We ask you formally this time," King Odysseus says, walking in front of her to take her attention away, holding onto her hand. His voice has strength in it, drawing the eyes of the murmuring crowd, but he's deaf to it as he stares up at her.

"Will you be our wife?" Queen Penelope asks, joining him, watching their beautiful patron shudder for breath she does not need as her eyes flick to one of them and then the other.

"Yes," She whispers and cheers erupt all across Mount Olympus.

"Finally!" Odysseus complains, and then pulls her down once more to kiss her, all three of them fading at the edges as one of the generous gods present there- who seems to realize that they're not very inclined to stop anytime soon- thankfully teleports them away into a nice room with a large bed.

"Finally," He whispers as he breaks apart to lay her down, cupping her face, voice heavy with the longing of a full lifetime and more. Penelope circles to the head of the bed and starts undoing Athena's braid, staring at them both lovingly.

Later the ones closest will murmur, as the silhouettes faded away, that tears had slipped from proud Pallas Athena's eyes as she placed one hand against Odysseus' cheek, trembling.

"I missed you," She will whisper back, and all three of them fade away to their own story, yet to be made.

[aphrodite-sparkles]

Kind of a vent but I saw someone on pintrest saying that divination with the gods was a tik tok trend with misinformation and was like "the ancient greeks didn't do it so why do we do it" like it made me so mad HELLENISM BARELY HAS ANY RULES TO BEGIN WITH LET PEOPLE HAVE FUN!!! ANCIENT GREECE HAPPENED OVER 2000 YEARS AGO IT IS OK TO PRACTICE IN A MODERN WAY!! DIVINATION IS AWESOME IF YOU KNOW HOW TO DO IT CORRECTLY BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO IT!!

SO WHAT IF TIK TOK USER "iLuvApollo2689" SAYS APOLLO LIKES IT WHEN THEY GIVE HIM ORANGE FANTA?? THE GODS AREN'T TRAPPED IN ANCIENT GREECE THEY ARE STILL HERE IN THE MODERN WORLD WHERE ORANGE FANTA EXISTS!! MAYBE APOLLO DOESN'T LIKE IT WHEN SOME PEOPLE GIVE HIM ORANGE FANTA AND THAT'S OK TOO BECAUSE THE GODS ARE MORE COMPLEX THAN HUMANS CAN COMPREHEND!!

PLEASE do what makes you feel more connected to your deities! We already struggle with people saying our deities aren't real! If you find that what Aphrodite says through pendulums or tarot cards ends up being true 99% of the time then why listen to someone who tells you it isn't real! The deities always warn me about something and then I am always somehow shocked that they are right every time!

DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THE GODS WANT THE MOST!!

[meiguicha]

Aphrodite, Can You Guide Me?

Phainon x Reader - Uni AU

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//i think there is something so wrong with him and i wanna squeeze him like those toys and keep him in my ribs

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Breaking - Business student's first time in gym leads to more unwanted revelations

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Maybe it's a little weird, but Phainon is sure he's been in love with you ever since you walked him to the business campus all those months ago.

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Student counsellors hate this simple trick, you won't believe what it is!

With seven final exams between you both and at least two mental breakdowns, getting through finals season might be a little easier when you have someone at your corner and a little alcohol.

Most effective ways to get your partner to love you forever! Click here to find out now!

With winter break looming above your heads, the question now comes, is long distance going to break what you both tentatively built?