#Pjo Hebe

[kastalani123]

I think the Ares and Hebe (and Eileithyia if she has demigods) kids should have a similar cousin dynamic as the Greek Big Three kids (Percy, Thalia, and Nico; the Romans don't seem to have it, aside from maybe Hazel with Percy). Their godly parents are full siblings, that's rare! And those siblings genuinely like each other? Even rarer!

The cousinhood isn't even a deliberate decision, they're just drawn to each other and tend to complement each other's vibes pretty well, usually clicking together within a few minutes of meeting. It's to the point that, if an unclaimed kid gravitates to kids of one of those cabins without fitting its general psychographic, it's quickly assumed that they're from the other cabin. They don't even always have particularly close friends between those cabins, but there's still a general air of friendliness and comfort between them. They tend to ally with each other more often than not, unless they're having some petty fight. Ares kids prefer to go to Hebe's/Eileithyia's kids instead of the infirmary to get patched up after a fight, à la Ares getting taken care of by Hebe during the Trojan War. The goddesses' kids bear their scary dog privileges courtesy of the Ares Cabin with pride.

[fleurbleedinghearts]

Hebe's gimmick in PJO of always having to be the youngest in the room is ridiculous.

Something I've never seen in any Greek and Roman arts of Hebe/Juventas is her being infantilized (to my pleasant surprise). She's depicted as a young woman but always still clearly a woman past sexual maturity, not a girl.

She's given birth to babies before so Rick's take on her doesn't even make sense. Does she turn into a fetus right after giving birth to a newborn?

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Dionysus-centric W.I.P

A/N: Writing this I have discovered that I fucking hate writing in first person. But it is bearable cus I am switching Pov's and I fucking love this fic trope

On a related note I will be delving into Dio's Demigod Days trauma in this one and that for this i am following this verion of the myth:

Pseudo-Apollodorus, Bibliotheca 3. 28 (trans. Aldrich) (Greek mythographer C2nd A.D.) :

"Hermes took him [the infant Dionysos] to Ino and Athamas, and persuaded them to bring him up as a girl. Incensed, Hera inflicted madness on them, so that Athamas stalked and slew his elder son Learkhos on the conviction that he was a deer, while Ino threw Melikertes into a basin of boiling water, and then, carrying both the basin and the corpse of the boy, she jumped to the bottom of the sea. As for Zeus, he escaped Hera's anger by changing Dionysos into a baby goat

Only we're going to ignore the part of the myth where Hermes takes him to nymphs after that and that he ended up just wandering around at 8 years old.

Chiron: Just a quiet day in Camp Half-Blood....I wish.

It was quiet at Camp Half-Blood. 

That alone should have been my first hint that something was about to go very wrong.

It was the afternoon, Apollo was midway through his daily drive in his sun chariot. Campers were peacefully going about their scheduled activities, and Mr. D hadn't turned anyone into a dolphin.

I was at the archery range instructing the Hephaestus cabin: Issac had actually hit the target and not my back, Shane hadn't gotten into an argument with Kayla Knowles from the Apollo Cabin, and Harley had refrained from shooting his siblings (A very big achievement for him. He will be getting extra dessert at dinner.) Everything was going smoothly.

Of course, in Camp Half-Blood, even the smallest moments of peace never last long.

I was speaking to the head counsellors, Jake and Nyssa, at that moment about adding proper safety measures to their workshop in cabin nine (despite what some believe, we do have some safety standards at camp, just not very high ones) when suddenly the chatter around us got very quiet.

The unusual hush that fell over the children made me pause mid-sentence. Hephaestus's children were usually quiet like their father, yes, but not to this degree, especially not when they're talking about machinery.

I turned to see what silenced them.

"Good evening, Lady Hebe," I said calmly.

"Hello, Chiron," She replied.

As the goddess of youth, Hebe preferred to take the form of a young woman. Today, however, she looked like a little girl with blonde pigtails, and if I didn't know better, I would say she was around seven or eight. 

She was holding a gym bag almost as big as she was—that was also moving. I don't think gym equipment does that.

She was also smiling.

Which didn't bring me any peace of mind.

"Me and Dio got into a little argument." She said, looking up at me.

Of course he did. Why does that not surprise me in the slightest? I, of course, did not verbalize my thoughts. That'd be blasphemy....However true it is. 

Instead, I smiled and said, "Ah, sorry to hear that. What kind of argument did you have? If you don't mind me asking."

The fact that she was telling me this scares me. Gods can be dangerous when angered, especially when another god is the one to anger them. If Hebe was angry at Dionysus, then she might take it out on someone he cares about.

Someone like Pollux.

"Well, it's a funny story, really." Hebe's 'innocent' smile persisted as she started swinging the gym bag gently back and forth by the straps. Whatever was inside the bag did not appreciate this movement and started to move even more fiercely, like it was trying to escape. 

"Dio had said some extremely offensive words to me about youth, and I simply couldn't let that slide. So, I decided to teach him a lesson about the value of youth."

Campers had started to gather around us.

My eyes flickered toward the gym bag, and a sinking feeling settled in my stomach. Whatever was inside, it seemed sentient and determined to escape.

Hebe's eyes swivelled around to look at the other campers, her grin widening. She twirled the bag straps in her hand, pulling the bag upwards before tipping it upside down.

"What I didn't account for was how whiney he was. So then I thought, hmm, where was the best place where he could learn to appreciate youth? Nowhere else but summer camp!"

The pit in my stomach settled as my eyes focused on the bag.

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[astradreaming]

Cabin 18, Hebe.

The cabin has magical paint that can change the exterior color just by touching it. The cabin is four modules back-to-back with two on each side, and has four entrances. The cabin also has a slanted roof and high ceilings. The cabin can be rearranged and moved as desired; this module can be as big or small as it needs to be.  The interior has four main sitting rooms with two built-in cushioned benches that double as beds, in each, and storage space underneath for their clothes, armor, and weapons. It is also built-in, programmable furniture that can be collapsed, moved and reshaped; with the snap of their fingers, the living area can be turned into a bedroom, gym, dining room, or military command center.

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[humblefryingpan]

Rick Riordan always villainises the most random characters ever and it's so stupid to me

Why would Hera, queen of the gods, protector of women, send a cow to shit on a teenage girl? What would she gain from that?

Why would Dionysus, the god of festivity, madness, ecstasy and theatre be an angry alcoholic? Why would he bully kids?? Rick was probably trying to make a point about how bad alcoholism is but he rlly didn't show that

Why would Hebe, goddess of youth and old age, curse people into turning into children? Why would you not at least google what she's the god of before putting her in the book??

All the gods are such complex characters but he just picks a few and decides to use one of their traits to form a whole new personality.

And then he'll glorify other equally random gods. Poseidon? He made him dear old dad, a harmless fisherman that wants to see his kid but is sadly not allowed to.

Poseidon in actual mythology has assaulted just as many people as Zeus, and he was one of the most feared gods because of his tendency to randomly hurt mortals and destroy entire cities

And then there are gods that should've been plot relevant but weren't. Because they weren't connected to his favorite characters

It's not just the gods though. It's easier for me to notice with them because they have existing characterisation outside of pjo but there is obvious bias towards other mortal characters.

The treatment of Luke vs Octavian specifically. Luke was a 26 year old man that was literally trying to destroy all of humanity. He literally enjoys hurting 13 year old Percy. And Octavian? He was a bit annoying? He cut up a teddy bear? And he's villainised so much for that. While Luke was able to go to elysium and never be hated by the main characters, Octavian was fired out of a canon and insulted constantly.

And remember Octavian always thought he was doing the right thing. He thought Apollo was supporting him, he thought the Greeks had already started a war (we know Leo was controlled, he never did). He thought his camp was under attack and took charge when their leader refused to (never giving him a real reason other than 'no that's bad')

I have many other thoughts but I cba to type more rn. Feel free to ask about other characters you think Rick did dirty. I'll probably agree and I'll yap about them too

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Headcanons of how Cabins decorating a Sleepy Hypnos child's hair

Personally I believe that each Hypnos child has soft curly hair which makes it easy for other campers from other Cabins to decorate their hair out of boredom and it slowly becomes a competition between the cabins on which cabin does it the most and which style is their favorite, etc. and here's how each cabin can tell ~this was inspired by some IG reels and a post by @/clovis-enthusiast

**Side Note: I would say some staff of CHB join in to represent some gods to avoid any potential conflicts**

Cabin 1 -Zeus: gold metallic lighting bolts

Cabin 2- Hera: peacock feathers (I like to think Argus decided to represent her cabin and protect Hera's honor in a way)

Cabin 3- Poseidon: little orange starfishes (like the ones in the Aquamarine movie-2006) and seashells

Cabin 4- Demeter: wheat and flowers (they negotiated with the Aphrodite Cabin on which flowers- the ones that represent/symbolizes any type of love or have heart shapes-i.e. heart shaped forget me not flowers are only for the cabin 10 and ofc both cabins have a list of which type their cabins can use)

Cabin 5- Ares: plastic sword toothpicks and mini metal spike balls (which the cabin later had to change them to those spiky porcupine balls for safety because Chiron said so)

Cabin 6- Athena: owl feathers, olive branch crown, maybe ripped up papers with favorite quotes from books

Cabin 7- Apollo: guitar string flowers, ripped up papers with poems/ music lyrics, music note paper clips

Cabin 8- Artemis: silver little stars (they only participate when they visit CHB)

Cabin 9- Hephaestus: nuts and bolts, flowers made out of wires

Cabin 10- Aphrodite: butterfly/flower hair clips, bow hair clips, hearts, and flowers and honestly anything that the cabin sees that's fit and pretty (the cabin was also asked to tone it down just so to keep it fun for all cabins and ofc it's no surprise that this cabin goes all out)

Cabin 11- Hermes: wind-up chatter teeth toys or those fake insects

Cabin 12- Dionysus: grapevine floral crown with little grapes

Cabin 13- Hades: tiny skeleton heads

Cabin 14-Iris: little rainbow hair clips or anything rainbow related

Cabin 15- Hypnos: probably leftover pillow feathers if they're awake long enough

Cabin 16- Nemesis: mini balance scales (the Hephaestus cabin def helped make them just to ensure safety)

Cabin 17- Nike: laurel's leaves (Apollo cabin was nice to give this one up-also yes I did look up some symbols to represent each god/goddess)

Cabin 18- Hebe: tiny clay cups/mugs of any style

Cabin 19- Tyche: mini four leave clovers/ horseshoes (as she is the goddess of fortune, luck, and prosperity)

Cabin 20- Hecate: battery operated flashlights in shapes of torches

Inspired posts:

https://www.tumblr.com/clovis-enthusiast/761509705120169984/your-mind-is-so-genius

Links for the image ^ (just wanted to show a few examples, but just in case anyone interested)

-https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5gP59FPomV/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

-https://www.instagram.com/reel/C9_ipR0SclU/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

-https://www.instagram.com/p/DA_HzsjSGKY/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

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shoutout to percy jackson for giving us eyebag people the eyebag representation we needed ♥️

fanartists you know what to do

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Hestia: Jaune! Who are all these people!?

Percy: Is good buddy!

Annabeth: His good buddie's wife!

Thalia: His best student!

Hebe: His lover~!

Hestia: ...EXCUSE ME!?!?

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Trials of Ares: Post-BotL Ares's reunion with Hebe and Eileithyia (Ao3)

(Mortal Ares in SoM/TTC/BotL)

"Hera allows Her children one night together before they must part again. They spend it talking, and braiding, and crying.

Also known as, Ares loves his Sisters, they love him, and there is a lot of premature grieving involved in your divine Brother no longer being divine."

“You have the night. I doubt I can distract your Father for longer. Spend it well; only the Fates knows how long it will be before you meet again.” Mother smoothed a hand through my hair, and I loathe to admit that I preened at it, pushing my head into Her palm. It'd been a long time since Her touch had been so soft to me, and I begrudgingly cherished the lingering warmth She left behind.

And then I was alone with my Sisters.

I turned to them, saw Hebe’s toothy grin and Eileithyia's sweet smile–

And I fell to my knees, hands gripping the grass as I hung my head and tried to control the stinging in my eyes. 

I did not cry often. I had done it at the births of my Sisters and Children, at Aphrodite's wedding, after my release from the Aloadae’s jar, at Harmonia’s wedding and death. But I did not cry often, and I tried not to do it now. My Sisters didn't need to deal with that on the first night we were spending together in two years. 

“Ares!” Delicate hands gripped my shoulders, and a stronger one buried itself in my hair. Hebe shook me gently and Eileithyia tugged my head up a little, not forceful but enough to convince me to look up. Hebe cooed and slid her hands to cradle my face. My cheeks burned, but I leaned into her palm, shivering at her thumbs brushing the skin under my eyes — now that I think about it, she might’ve been wiping away whatever hint of tears had managed to squeeze out. Terrible.

“What’s wrong?” Eileithyia asked, crouched close enough to my back that her hair poked the back of my neck. Infuriating thing, that was. I never understood why she didn’t choose a form with softer hair, or at least styled it in a way that kept it from stabbing anyone who got too close. I can appreciate a good stabbing, but not from hundreds of needles while trying to hug my Sister. She continued, tone curious and teasing: “Is it your body? Mortal puberty messes with hormones a lot, drives their emotions all over the place. Is that it? You’re finally growing up, Baby Brother?”

That dragged an unexpected chuckle out of me, though it was drowned out by Hebe’s giggling. I should’ve expected this, their teasing about my physical age. Hebe appeared in her mid-teens like me, but Eileithyia looked two or so years older than us, despite having been born last. She must have appreciated the chance to gloat, and Hebe was encouraging her. I lifted a hand to bat at both of them, leaning away from Hebe, but not enough to make her let go of me. I scowled at them both, exaggerated, and my eyes stung against the air enough that I went to wipe them. Hebe giggled louder. I flipped her off.

“Shut up, brats,” I snapped lovingly, the words grating against my rough throat. “I just missed you.”

As I said it, I realized just how acutely accurate that was.

I had missed them, like injustice misses retribution, like a rebellion misses rage, like a sword misses blood.

I hadn’t thought about it much, up to that point. I had been all too aware of how much I missed Aphrodite and our Children, reminded of them by everything around me: Dite’s children, my children, doves, horses, perfumes, blood… I could hardly stop thinking about them. But I had only thought of my Sisters briefly: when one of the pegasi was giving birth, when I passed Hebe’s two kids, when Juniper forced me to make flower crowns with her… they weren’t on my mind a lot, preoccupied as I was with other things, like quests and…

A pit opened in my stomach.

I had forgotten them.

Not– not entirely, that would be– I wouldn’t allow that, I’d fight the Fates Themselves for my Sisters, but—

Which one looked more like Mother and which one more like Father, before they got comfortable making their own forms? What were their favourite flowers, foods? Which one patched me up more often? What song had Hebe been obsessed with for the past four decades, what game did Eileithyia always beat me in?

Bile rose in my throat and suddenly, their hands felt like they were burning me. 

What were their birthdays?

Birthdays aren't– they're not a big thing, among gods, especially not after the first millennium or so. I've certainly never had a big birthday after my first few. But they’re– good, as a date to set aside for someone. The Twins always spend theirs together, and Dionysus is more attached to his own than most gods — a habit most former mortals have —, enough so that he throws extra wild parties for it, and he does the same for his wife's. I don't care much for my birthday as my birthday, but it was one of the days in the year I always dedicated to my Sisters. The other two were their birthdays, and no matter how hard I searched for the dates, they kept dripping through my fingers like blood.

Shit. 

I hadn't even realized. 

We hadn't spent our birthdays apart in millennia. Certainly not since the Jar. And I'd forgotten them, hadn't even thought about missing them, like they weren't some of my favourite days in existence.

I swallowed heavily, painfully.

“I've missed you,” I repeated, quieter, then snapped forward, dragging Eileithyia with me, to wrap my arms around both my Sisters in as steel of a grip as my mortal body could manage. Hebe tucked her face into my neck and Eileithyia rested her chin on my head with a watery hum.

“We've missed you too, you fool,” she said, the hint of a waver beneath her voice. “What were you thinking, going against Father like that, huh?”

“You know I can't resist a good rebellion,” I bit back weakly, trying to ignore phantom probing of my mind. I tried not to think about that period of my existence, when Kronos had his fingers too deep in my head.

Hebe hit me on the shoulder with her palm, pushing away from me slightly and scowling at me, though her lower lip was stuck out in a slight pout and her eyes glistened with unshed years. “You and your violence! Can't stay away from harm for more than a decade, huh? And even that's asking for much! I swear, it's like you're trying to find a way to be killed!”

Pan’s drawn but peaceful face flashed in front of my eyes and I glanced away from her, swallowing back bile. I had no idea if my Family had already been informed of his passing; I had made a sacrifice to Hermes, a sure way to get his attention, but that hardly meant the message had spread immediately. Godly messenger he may be, but keeping the information to himself for a short while would not be out of character — especially information about Pan. The boy had been his pride and joy, once upon a time, before he disappeared. Some certain, final grieving was in order. 

I pulled Hebe back in, this time burying my face in her shoulder. 

“Can we please not talk about that?” I murmured. “I'm mortal enough, and this is our only night together for the foreseeable future. I would rather hear of our Family's exploits, and your own.” I paused, then chuckled dryly, pressing my face harder against my Sister. “Or are you two out of the loop, for once in your lives?”

Eileithyia– cackled, messing up my hair roughly. I pulled away from both of them; still close, still brushing against each other, but no longer huddled together like defensive soldier formations. She grinned at me, silver drops clinging to her eyelashes. “Who do you think we are? Is your memory going already, old man? ‘Course we're in the loop!”

I shifted to lean back on my arms, legs crossed, and my Sisters also moved to settle in more comfortable positions, forming a little circle with the three of us. 

If the trees were a little shorter, the foliage a little thinner, the temperature a little higher–

I could almost pretend we were back in Thrace.

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“Little Eros has found a lovely boy to share with his wife,” Hebe cooed, clasping her hands together. I pulled her head back a little to get a better angle to arrange the strands of hair I was working with and hummed for her to continue. My Sisters had already stumbled over each other to recount Apollo's latest concerts, Hermes’s recent tricks, and Hephaestus’s experimental creations, among other things, and have finally started on the personal lives of my Family; Dite was playing around with a pair of actresses, my Twins were wreaking havoc as always, Eileithiya had been eyeing a nurse for the first time in decades, and on and on and on. Artemis’s chariot, more than halfway through its course, painted the forest in silver, and Eileithyia had set up several small, floating lights across the clearing to drive away the darkness. “They've been romancing him for the past month or two, and he seems very smitten! He's a potter with a darling little store, he makes lovely vases. His daughter does stained glass crafts, and she seems to be taking to our little ones well. They're Vulcan’s legacies, and very sweet. I think you'd like them quite a lot.”

“They sound very… charming,” I said, reproachful, scrunching up my face. They seemed very tooth-rooting — more Dite’s tastes than mine, and very fitting for our Son and Daughter-in-Law. I could approve, but that didn't mean I would necessarily like them.

Eileithyia snorted, coaxing another bunch of flowers from the ground to add to the wreath she was weaving. “She's forgotten to mention that the boy makes a good number of pots purely to throw and destroy them when angry or threatening, and the daughter is a sword dancer. Artists they may be, but that does not remove their proclivity for violence.”

I raised a brow with a faint grin. “That sounds more like it. They Clear-Sighted?” Hebe attempted to shake her head, but I tightened my grip to steady it. She giggled as I batted her on the head with a growl. “Don’t move, brat! I’m working here! A yes or no would’ve sufficed.”

“But it’s so fun to annoy you!” she chirped. I pulled her hair harshly, careful not to mess up the strands, and received a squeak in response. Eileihtyia laughed, the flowers almost coming undone in her hands.

“Want me to stop braiding?” I asked. Hebe whined, perfectly imitating a scorned pup.

“Don’t you dare, asshole!” She straightened up into a picture-perfect position: back like a board, shoulders low and pushed back, chin high, et cetera et cetera. “I’ll stay still if you can’t deal with the challenge of a moving model.”

I sucked in a breath through my teeth, hands tightening. She was baiting me, the little shit. The audacity. The gall.

The way I couldn't resist. 

I opened my mouth–

“Please don't fight, you two,” Eileithyia said, leaning over to rest her chin on my shoulder. I could see the pout on Hebe's lips, despite her being turned away from me. Eileithyia nuzzled against my neck, and I relaxed my shoulders, which I hadn’t even realized had gone up. “You can make up for all your overdue fights when Ares is back on Olympus, alright? No point wasting time on them now. Just let him braid in peace.”

Hebe sniffed haughtily but nodded the slightest bit. Eileithyia dug a finger into my ribs, so I mumbled my own agreement before focusing on braiding again. She shifted away with a satisfied noise, returning to her own handiwork.

It was nice. 

We'd spent much of our childhood in much the same way, hiding away in Thracian clearings and meadows together, back before I'd been called back to Olympus to take my Throne and birthright. Afterwards, we'd shifted more towards parties and Olympus, away from the Earth Mother’s simpler pleasures. Even if we did choose to spend time secluded in nature, we usually brought along alcohol, or weapons, or a looking glass to spy on mortal affairs, rather than just bask in each others’ presence.

This was much simpler, and childish. We never should have stopped doing it this way.

I tied off Hebe’s braids with pink, silk ribbons she had produced for me, and stayed still, just looking at her, even as she turned her head to face me. She smiled lightly before shifting to climb into my lap and wrap her arms around my neck, losing a few years off her form to fit. I hugged her back, resting my chin atop her head with a hum and closing my eyes. I was safe and comfortable, my limbs pleasantly heavy and the rage in my veins softer than usual. This night was like a balm applied to a gaping wound, something my children had attempted to achieve but never could.

A weight was settled upon my brow and I lazily fluttered my eyes back open, just a bit, to look at Eileithyia, the flower crown she had been making gone — on my head, I knew without a doubt. She grinned at me, eyes impossibly soft, and shuffled over to lean against me. I closed my eyes again.

Father could have struck me down right then and there, and I would have been happy.

“Hey, Ares?” Hebe whispered, hesitant. She sounded like a little kid afraid of getting in trouble. I made a noise for her to continue. It was rare that either of my Sisters hesitated about anything with me, and a spike of worry fluttered in my chest. “You… are going to come back to Olympus, right?”

My eyes snapped open and I leaned back, untangling us so I could hold Hebe by the shoulders, looking at her face. It was so young, a preteen, and her eyes were wide and watery, her lower lip already bitten through to ichor. Eileithyia leaned over to place her head next to Hebe’s, also shifted to look younger than me, finally. Hers was less open, more serious, but her left cheek was ever-so sucked in, like she was chewing on it. I looked from one face to the other, then back again, and again, and again, heart beating rapidly enough that I could feel it — an unfamiliar and off-putting sensation that made me want to rip my chest open. My throat hurt, but I forced my mouth to open:

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Hebe made a strangled noise that sounded vaguely like an attempt at a “because”, but clearly, words were not cooperating with her at the moment. She looked at Eileithyia, wide-eyed and suddenly panicked, hands flying up to grip my wrists tightly; too tightly. I pursed my lips to keep from wincing, and I could swear my bones creaked — but I said nothing. She wasn’t about to break my stupidly fragile mortal body, so I could handle it. Probably.

I focused on Eileithyia’s attempt to speak; she opened and closed her mouth a few times before managing a weak: “Promise you won’t die, Ares.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, hands automatically tightening on Hebe’s shoulders. I stared at them, silent, and watched as their faces slipped and dropped and shattered; Hebe’s tears spilled over like they’d been threatening to numerous times that night, and Eileithyia raised her hands to grip my forearm, bruisingly tight. Finally, I snapped out of my stupor, and moved my arms to cradle Hebe’s face and start wiping at her tears, trying to shush her. Her tears burned my fingers, and I was careful not to touch the ichor beading on her lip.

“Hey, hey, I won’t die, I won’t die, it’s okay,” I said desperately, hardly believing the words. It was hard to, after having seen a dozen shrouds burned and my nephew fade into mist and the last of the Hecatoncheires nearly succumb to his own death. It was just… difficult to ignore, no matter how hard I tried.

Listen. I have always been familiar with death; the Keres have been familiar faces since my first battle, Thanathos as good a friend as any I’ve ever had, the mortals I trained and led to battle most often felled by blades and disease. Death had never been secret to me, never as unfamiliar as to most of my Family; I bathed in blood, I danced with corpses, I played with mortality. I entrenched myself in death by my very nature and domains, by how I mingled with mortal soldiers. Athena controlled battles from the general’s tent, the Twins sowed disease with arrows, Hermes led souls to their final destination — but I was up and personal with nearly every Death deity in the Pantheon. I have always been familiar with death.

But that never could have prepared me for the way my mortal body decayed and fell apart around me every second I spent in it.

I could feel it dying around me, constantly. At least when it was injury that plagued me, it was easy to rationalize and take care of — I’d been stabbed, so I was bleeding, so I was dying, so I needed to be patched up and heal. It was easy and predictable and temporary.

But mortal bodies are eternally, constantly on a trek into Thanatos’s arms, and I had never realized how accurate that was until I had been confined to my own. I was alive, so I was dying, and it was something I couldn’t ignore. It was always there, in the back of my mind, the way my skin was flaking, my muscles tore, my organs deteriorated.

And that was just my body while resting. Injured? It was so much worse.

Every drop of blood lost, every bone cracked, every bruise formed, I could feel, and I could feel my body attempt to stitch itself together for days, weeks, months afterwards. I couldn’t even help it along with nectar and ambrosia. I was weak, and squishy, and made of glass next to demigods, let alone gods. But my fight-addled mind never seemed to get the memo, tossing my body in the line of fire and pushing through injuries as though Hebe could draw me a bath afterwards, shake her head at me, and swipe a sponge over already-healed wounds.

But she couldn’t. Because those wounds would kill me, and I hated being afraid of facing Thanatos or the Keres, but I was.

And we were headed into war against Kronos. How could I promise my Sisters that I wouldn’t die, when that was the sole purpose of the body I was trapped in?

“I’ll– I’ll be okay.” My voice cracked, throat tight. Hebe let out a choked sob and dove forward to hug me around the waist, harshly shoving her face into my chest. Eileithyia followed, though she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I clung to them back, repeating the assurance as though saying it more would make it true, as though I wasn’t a powerless mortal child, unseen by the Fates if not for my past.

I would not put it past Them to let me die as penance for my existence, and the only reason I would begrudge them for it would be forcing my Family to grieve, the few that would.

The first rays of Apollo’s beloved chariot spilled between the leaves. We were out of time.

[lidiaissunlit]

how the (minor) gods/goddesses treat their children pt. 2

a/n: hii!!! i'm gonna TRY to create a master list right after this post, idk if i know how to do that ?? but we're gonna try ?? so wish me luck ! hope you enjoy this post :D

iris: really truly loves her children. such a loving mother. keeps in touch with her kids through iris message. everytime an iris kid sees a rainbow, it's like a little 'i love you' from mom

hypnos: always sending you the sweetest of dreams. visits you as a small bird, just to keep an eye on you. has a lot of free time, so he's pretty attentive when he's not sleeping.

nemesis: has a 'tough love' approach with her children. believes that 'coddling' your kids makes them weak. honestly, one of the crueler parents a demigod could have.

nike: more of a distant parent than the rest. you're lucky if you even get claimed. wants her children to be the very best. she is watching during the important moments, though! like when you win capture the flag for the first time :)

hebe: she has a lot of mercy for her children, often excusing their poor actions. to her children, she is the most beautiful goddess, even though you dont see her often, she will always be your confidant.

tyche: most children of tyche have a skewed version of their mother. tyche isn't super involved, but when she is she always leaves a good impression on her kids.

hecate: loves all of her children equally, even if they've done wrong in their life. is very protective of her children and wants to ensure they're all treated with respect especially before cabin 20 was built. she is very illusive with the messages she sends to her kids, but they can somehow decode her messages.

[appolinyou]

Fact, Ares is usually sent to Hebe class parent meetings as: 1. Ares is not THAT evil version of Hera and Zeus when it comes to methods of defeating the snake teaching staff 2. He is still resourceful and fierce enough to protect the interests of Hebe and himself (not as touchy as Apollo - he can not only not be offended, but also remember important information, not as manically frightening as Athena Miss Killer Scientist, and the like)

[bugwolfsstuff]

Wine Child chapter 1

Finnally finished chapter 1 and two of this fic. But i will only be posting those chapters here. the rest will be going on Ao3:

Summary: Mr D pisses off Hebe, gets dumped at camp as an 8 year old.

Chiron: Just a quiet day in Camp Half-Blood....I wish.

It was quiet at Camp Half-Blood. 

That alone should have been my first hint that something was about to go very wrong.

It was the afternoon, Apollo was midway through his daily drive in his sun chariot. Campers were peacefully going about their scheduled activities, and Mr. D hadn't turned anyone into a dolphin.

I was at the archery range instructing the Hephaestus cabin: Issac had actually hit the target and not my back, Shane hadn't gotten into an argument with Kayla Knowles from the Apollo Cabin, and Harley had refrained from shooting his siblings (A very big achievement for him. He will be getting extra dessert at dinner.) Everything was going smoothly. 

Of course, in Camp Half-Blood, even the smallest moments of peace never last long.

I was speaking to the head counsellors, Jake and Nyssa, at that moment about adding proper safety measures to their workshop in cabin nine (despite what some believe, we do have some safety standards at camp, just not very high ones) when suddenly the chatter around us got very quiet.

The unusual hush that fell over the children made me pause mid-sentence. Hephaestus's children were usually quiet like their father, yes, but not to this degree, especially not when they're talking about machinery.

I turned to see what silenced them and internally sighed.

"Good evening, Lady Hebe," I said calmly.

"Hello, Chiron," She replied.

As the goddess of youth, Hebe preferred to take the form of a young woman. Today, however, she looked like a little girl with blonde pigtails, and if I didn't know better, I would say she was around seven or eight. 

She was holding a gym bag almost as big as she was...that was also moving...I don't think gym equipment does that.

She was also smiling.

Which didn't bring me any peace of mind.

"Me and Dio got into a little argument." She said, looking up at me.

Of course he did. Why does that not surprise me in the slightest? I thought. I, of course, did not verbalize my thoughts. That'd be blasphemy....However true it is. 

Instead, I smiled and said, "Ah, sorry to hear that. What kind of argument did you have? If you don't mind me asking."

The fact that she was telling me this scares me. Gods can be dangerous when angered, especially when another god is the one to anger them. If Hebe was angry at Dionysus, then she might take it out on someone he cares about.

Someone like Pollux.

"Well, it's a funny story, really." Hebe's 'innocent' smile persisted as she started swinging the gym bag gently back and forth by the straps. Whatever was inside the bag did not appreciate this movement and started to move even more fiercely, like it was trying to escape. 

"Dio had said some extremely offensive words to me about youth, and I simply couldn't let that slide. So, I decided to teach him a lesson about the value of youth."

Campers had started to gather around us. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase pushed to the front of the crowd to see what was going on.

My eyes flickered toward the gym bag, and a sinking feeling settled in my stomach. Whatever was inside, it seemed alive and determined to escape.

Hebe's eyes swivelled around to look at the other campers, her grin widening. She twirled the bag straps in her hand, pulling the bag upwards before tipping it upside down.

"What I didn't account for was how whiney he was. So then I thought, hmm, where was the best place where he could learn to appreciate youth? Nowhere else but summer camp!"

The pit in my stomach settled as my eyes focused on the bag, muffled sounds of protest emanating from it as it struggled. I think I just figured out what was in the bag, and gods did I hope I was wrong.

"Welp, I must love you and leave you, demigods!" She unzipped the bag, dumping its contents on the grass, and my worst fear was confirmed.

Purple eyes looked up at me with pure fear.

"No more monsters!"

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Chapter 2 on tumblr here

[girlkisser13]

hebe cabin headcanons

children of hebe

• the younger they are, the easier they are to trace. this is due to their mother being the goddess of youth.

• they are very forgiving, compassionate, and understanding individuals. they have this aura of kindness that often makes them the best people to talk to about personal problems.

• they’re the innocent one in the friend group.

• they have celestial bronze legos that they scatter in front of barefoot monsters.

• baby faces. all of them.

• they all have naturally clear skin.

• they find "anti-aging" skin creams so amusing. they all the real way to stay youthful forever, and it’s a lot less pleasant than slapping lotion onto your face.

• they 100% run a skincare business with the aphrodite cabin.

• none of them are american.

• they all speak different languages but they’re all able to understand each other.

• it’s the same way babies can seemingly talk and understand each other. even if there are differences, they still seem to share a deep innate language with each other.

• they’re the embodiment of a healed inner child.

• you know those people in the hospitality industry who are, like, scary good at their job?

• like the hotel concierge, or maître d’hotel, or wedding planner who runs the tightest ship you’ve ever seen, and can provide services for their customers that don’t even seem possible?

• those are the children of hebe.

• they’d also make really good servers, bartenders, and plastic surgeons.

cabin exterior

• the cabin is adorned with a variety of fresh flowers, growing in beds around the cabin or hanging in baskets. they also feature hebe shrubs (named after their mother).

• the architecture incorporates playful and youthful design elements, such as carvings of children and decorations of butterflies, and birds.

• small fountains of water surround the cabin, adding a sense of freshness and continuous renewal. the sound of trickling water could create a calming and rejuvenating atmosphere. there is a big one right in front of the entrance that represents the fountain of youth.

• a statue of their mother, hebe, stands near the entrance, she’s holding a chalice as she did in mythology, symbolizing her role as the cupbearer to the gods.

• a wide, welcoming porch with comfortable seating invite campers to relax and enjoy the youthful energy that the cabin exudes. the porch is decorated with cozy cushions and potted plants.

cabin interior

• lots of pastels, stained glass, curtains, but still a very comfortable and welcoming area. they also have a huge vending machine in the cabin.

• the cabin is constantly filled with the scent of blossoms and fresh grass, giving it a perpetually fresh and lively feel.

• since hebe is associated with youth and beauty, there are elegant vanity tables with ornate mirrors. these mirrors have a subtle magical quality, enhancing the viewer’s best features.

• the furniture is cozy and inviting, with plush couches and bean bags. the beds are adorned with soft, fluffy blankets and pillows, making it a perfect place for relaxation and rest.

• there's a dedicated space for physical fitness and wellness activities. this includes yoga mats, light weights, and an assortment of health and beauty products.

• they have a collection of vintage items and keepsakes from different eras. they include old-fashioned toys, games, and memorabilia that evoke nostalgia.

• they have a small fountain in the center of their cabin. the water has minor rejuvenating properties, offering a sense of refreshment and renewal to anyone who drinks from it.

cabin traditions

• every morning, they start their day with a refreshing drink of ambrosia-infused water. i headcanon that the infused water acts as caffeine for them.

• once a week, they host a game night featuring classic childhood games, like tag, hopscotch, and hide-and-seek.

• each member of the cabin dedicates one day each month to perform acts of kindness and service around the camp, helping to spread positive energy and support among fellow campers.

• they have a jar inside of their cabin where they can drop notes about happy moments or achievements. at the end of the summer, they read through the notes to reflect on their growth and experiences.

• regular arts and crafts sessions where they make bracelets, charms, and other small items symbolizing youth and vitality, often gifting these to other campers as tokens of friendship.

divider by @v6que

[artemx746]

Judging you based on you godly parent (minor gods edition because I haven’t seen one of those)

This is all satirical and in no means meant to actually judge or make fun of people I am simply having fun

cabin 14 - Iris: low hanging fruit to say you’re queer high hanging fruit to say you’re a Disney adult

Cabin 15 - Hypnos: there’s no nice way to say it so I’m not going to be nice. You don’t have a good relationship with your father

Cabin 16 - Nemesis: anti-capitalist. This is the goddess of revenge, justice and retribution for hubris there is no way you do not hate the rich (it’s me I’m this one)

Cabin 17 - Nike: Extreme lesbian energy. Your theme song is little miss perfect mixed with Top of My School.

Cabin 18 - Hebe: I’m trying to be nice since this is my closest friend’s godly parent but… do you by chance have a negative relationship with change

Cabin 19 - Tyche: 80s music is your entire personality. Odd hill to die on but who am I to judge?

Cabin 20 - Hecate: Hello lgbtq+ community but specifically the ones that were/are obsessed with the owl house (I am also one of you

If yours wasn’t in here just gimme and I’ll judge u for it