#fragment of kronos

[satoshy12]

The Titan's Second Life Clockwork is Kronos

What many people don’t know is that Kronos had always known most of the Time-lines. He played with Time, since he learned he had that power. 

The moment he first laid eyes on his newborn daughter, Hestia, he knew what would come next. The visions came to him just as he was about to eat her and seal her in his stomach. 

They showed him all the futures in fragments. Like the hands of a clock moving forward, he saw his life as Kronos - from that moment on, his other 5 children, his downfall, Rhea's betrayal, the war, and how he ended up in Tartarus with his body cut into thousands of pieces.

It was an inevitability written into the fabric of time and time itself. And as Titan of Time, he would know best.

Once he tried to fight his fate. In his paranoia, he had devoured his children in the desperate hope of stopping the cycle and the prophecy. But now he remembered.

Not just glimpses of the future, but memories of an entirely different existence - one he had had long after his fall on Grace, one that was beyond even the immortality of a Titan.

He also remembers his future, of being, Clockwork. An Ancient of Time, in his new home, the Ghost Zone. His Titan soul and body had been destroyed and rebuilt in this place, so that he hardly looked the same. He wasn't even sure if he was still the son of Earth and Sky as Clockwork.

And he remembered the young Halfa, the young Daniel Fenton/Phantom. 

Kronos allowed a small smile to creep across his face, remembering how he had reacted when he had learned who he really was while still alive.

Flashback

Danny hovered in front of Clockwork, staring at the Ancient Ghost with wide, skeptical eyes. "Huh? You're the King of Titans Kronos!" His voice was incredulous.  

Clockwork's ever-shifting form barely responded, the red glow of his eyes steady. "Yes, young Daniel. I was the Titan you read about in school."  

Danny gave a low whistle. "Wow... So you really were crazy!" He laughed and shook his head. "Wait-hold on. How much meat is on a baby god?"  

Clockwork tilted his head slightly, anticipating the question. "Why do you ask?"  

Danny shrugged. "I mean... if you really were the Titan, and Kronos ate his children and a stone, how come you never tried to eat me?"  

Clockwork's expression remained unreadable. "You have no flesh."  

Danny frowned. "And a baby god does?"  

Clockwork's grin was almost imperceptible. "Have you ever seen one?"  

Danny blinked. "No...?"  

"Trust me. They have more."  

Danny opened his mouth, then promptly closed it, clearly not sure what to say, but he knew he had lost. In the end, he decided to let the whole baby-god-snacking thing go. "You know what? Never mind. I even had an idea for a new adventure!" He grinned and floated closer. "I was thinking... Maybe you could take me back in time? You know, help me out with my history class?"  

Clockwork chuckled, his staff shifting in his grasp. "Ah, history. You may find it more complicated than your textbooks suggest, young Daniel."  

Danny grinned. "Yes, but that only makes it more fun."  

Clockwork sighed and shook his head in amusement. "Very well. Let's see where time takes us now."

Flashback End

Yes, as he found out. He just made some new jokes and that was it. Still saw him as the same mentor as before.

Kronos was still looking at baby Hestia when he left the room. He would not eat her or any of the others. He shouldn't change the timeline that much. He needs them for destiny. 

Instead, he ignored them. He did still his old hobby or well future hobby of looking into Timelines. 

His siblings did notice, him doing that much more. Rhea after a time gave up to pull him away from doing that or being in his laboratory. While he didn't treat her like before, she is happy he didn't tried something like their father on their children. With that prophecy... But this way.

Hestia grew up in the shadow of his disregard and her mother's care, learning to keep herself. Demeter was left to flourish with the plants and crops, fairly untouched by her father's coldness, she learned quickly to ignore it. Hera felt the sting of his lack of interest, but she was strong-willed and sought comfort more from her mother, Rhea. 

Hades, the brooder in his last life, took it with stride and retreated to the underworld to build his own kingdom with the help of his uncle Iapetus. And Poseidon, the youngest of them at the moment, found solace in the vast oceans and swam in Ocaenus' kingdom.

Zeus then was born last, and by then all his children, long accepted their father and king's indifference to them. He barely glanced at the baby, his gaze lingering only briefly on the tiny fingers and toes that would one day wield thunderbolts. He knew what was to come, and he let it happen without a fight. 

He was to be Clockwork, the keeper of time, not a player in the game. And he was able to notice, his titan body too did took the changed. The titans noticed how his Golden Eyes turned Red, and his hair turned white. Same with his skin to change color to Blue.

Years passed, and the children grew into their power. 

After talking to others about their father. They saw their father's lack of concern as a lack of fear, a sign that they were not important enough to be considered a threat. Little did they know the truth behind those unblinking clockwork eyes.

As Zeus approached the teenage years for a god, Kronos said it was time. He knew it was time for his children to challenge him. 

Kronos did not plan to stand in the way. He had seen his end, and it was not at the hands of his own children.

One quiet evening, King Cronus called his children to him for the first time since their birth. 

They came, curious and wary. "I have decided to abdicate my throne," he announced, his voice echoing through the halls of the throne room.

Their eyes widened in shock. Hestia stepped back, her hand to her mouth. Demeter clutched the arm of her brother Hades. Poseidon looked out to sea, his mind racing. And Zeus, always the strategist, felt the first spark of hope in his chest.

"You are all strong in your own right," Kronos continued, his gaze sweeping over them. "I trust you to rule when I am gone."

The children and Rhea, like his siblings, didn't know what to say or had time to say anything. 

For Kronos had disappeared, leaving them all to fend for themselves again. 

Zeus had stepped forward, his blue eyes blazing as he looked at his siblings. "Let us show him what we are truly made of," he said, his voice resonating with newfound power. "We will not be ignored."

Time moved on, 

Iapetus would stay to help, moving to the underworld with Hades to serve as an advisor to the younger immortal.

In time, a new kingdom was built as they left behind their father's kingdom. And they built their own, now called Gods, as the Titans retired and moved on with their lives.

For thousands of years, no one was sure what happened to Kronos, for they could never find him. And most of his brothers searched for him. 

They talked about how Kronos must have done something with his experiments with time. They were never sure if he was still Kronos, or if he had messed up his time control too badly.

For Kronos, his body had changed, the familiar gears of time reappeared within him, and soon he was Clockwork again.

It was what he had chosen. The freedom of the Ghost Zone, his lair, had already appeared.

Clockwork smiled to himself. Here, in the Ghost Zone, he would watch time and move with his life.

Clockwork stood before a time portal, watching the swirling flow of moments. His past as Kronos seemed distant now, at least to him. 

Danny Phantom entered the room and Clockwork's face lit up with joy. "Ah, Daniel. It's good to see you again."

Danny smiled. "You didn't think I'd be back so soon! You did! I surprised you!"

Clockwork chuckled quietly. "Time has a way. I knew you would come, but not right now, maybe 1 or 3 minutes later or earlier..." He watched as Danny settled down nearby.

As the portal flickered again, Clockwork looked at him as he whispered, "All is as it should be.

[deathlessathanasia]

What are some of your favorite less common/popular versions of myths?

Hera as the mother of Typhon (Homeric Hymn 3 to Apollo, Stesichorus Fragment 239), or as collaborator with Gaia and Kronos in his creation (Schol. b ad Il. 2.783). Not only is it cool as heck, but it also disproves the misconception that the one and only time she ever acted directly against Zeus was when she and some other gods tried to bind him.

The version related in Pseudo Hyginus Fabulae (139) where Kronos only tries to get rid of his sons: he imprisons Hades in the Underworld, Poseidon beneath the sea and is prepared to eat Zeus, but before he gets the chance Hera asks Rhea to give the baby to her and she takes him to safety on Crete. Here you get the awesome motif of Hades and Poseidon turning their once prisons into their kingdoms, and then of course Hera's role is very interesting.

Hera encouraging the Titans to fight Zeus and bring Kronos back to power (Pseudo-Hyginus Fabulae 150). Ooh, if only she ever tried to do something against Zeus!

Hera as Zeus's older twin who inadvertently saves her brother by being born before him. (Lactantius, Divine Institutes 1.14.4, The Sibylline Oracles 3.158-170, Etymologicum Magnum 434.49). The accounts are either Euhemeristic or attested in a Byzantine source, but great idea is great.

Poseidon escaping being eaten as a baby just like Zeus (Pausanias, Description of Greece 8.8.2, Diodorus Siculus, Library of History 5.55.1, Tzetzes ad Lycophron 644).

The version where the gods eaten by Kronos are released not when Zeus is an adult, but immediately after Kronos swallows the rock he mistook for his son (Nonnus, Dionysiaca 12.43 ff,, 41.65 ff, Pseudo-Clement, Recognitions 10.17-20, Pseudo-Nonnus Abbas, ad Gregorii Orationem in Iulianum I 141 n. 78). I see a lot of story potential in this. Just imagine the things each of them could get to until Zeus grows up and the war begins.

Persephone, Athena and Artemis growing up together (Diodorus Siculus, Library of History 5.2.3). What is there not to love about this?

Athena, daughter of Poseidon, deciding that her father sucks and getting herself adopted by Zeus (Herodotus, Histories 4.180). It's just so funny.

[mayereka]

LORE DUMP LORE DUMP LORE DUM-

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Alright @jadedazemations @tazienimp get in here ye asked for this

So my au is essentially if you turned all the sonic characters into gods that are part of a mythology. It's centered around Mephiles and Neos relationship but im gonna get the creation myth of my au out of the way first.

It starts with the chaos emeralds which are lumped together into one primordial being called Khaos (I couldn't help myself greek myths are some of my favourite) which created the universe, the planet (which is just gonna be Mobius because Earth is kinda lame and the au is called gods of mobius) and humans. But since humans tend to do some bad stuff Khaos creates the underworld and a psychopomp to guide souls of humans and animals there.

(That psychopomp is Neo btw he's essentially a death god in this (also because irl there's a correlation of symbolism between the grim reaper and time but more on that later.))

The underworld is a salt river. Souls that are unable or undeserving to move on cant stay afloat and sink to the bottom of the river, where they endure trials and punishments by the demons that guard the underworld, until their souls get light enough to float on top of the water and they get carried to the end of the river to be reincarnated.

Back to Khaos. One day, Khaos gets to ambitious in his creations and creates Solaris out of most of his own essence. He's proud of creating Solaris at first, but he soon realises how powerful he is and fears he's gonna replace him as a creator and god and he's gonna lose worship of the humans. So he ambushes Solaris and tries to kill him. Their ensulting battle terraforms Mobius, raising the land and Khaos' presence filling the Valleys with water, creating giant oceans.

(On a sidenote, I wanted Khaos to have a connection to water, both because of the chaos from sa1, but also because in egyptian myth the vastness of space was a giant ocean, which i feel is fitting for a primordial god, especally because Khaos would end up becoming the night sky.)

During their battle, Khaos uses most of his power to split Solaris into Iblis and Mephiles, but in the process he fractures and and gets scatered across the sky becoming the stars and moon. Iblis is very unhappy with this predicament and in his rage proceeds to chase Khaos' fragments across the sky with him turning into the sun to create the day night cycle and leaving his other half behind to cope with the pain of the split on his own.

(This was inspired by an aztec myth in which the stars and moon chase the sun because it got them killed. Also the moon is a severed head don't ask.)

Some of Khaos fragments fall back to Mobius and create the other gods upon touching the ground (like Sonic, Knuckles, Amy, Tails etc). Mephiles is essentially the last remnant of Khaos power on Mobius so he is unofficaly recognised by the humans to be the leader of the new pantheon of gods which neither Mephiles nor the other gods are particularly keen on.

Now, onto Metalphiles and their copious amount of symbolism.

Neo is a death god/psychopomp because of that one sonic dash halloween skin, which I made a Neo design for and it kinda spiraled into this au. (whoops)

Mephiles is still mostly a time god in this au, but i gave him a sickle in his design, despite it being an agricultural tool. This is because I was inspired by the greek deity Chronos, who was originally a god of agriculture, but was later reinterpreted by the romans to be a time god because of the similarity of his name to the greek word for time (Kronos).

Funnily enough, this ties back to Neo because the grim reaper is also depicted with agricultural tools because of Chronos (/"father time") and his interpretation as a time deity. As a result of this, the hourglass also became a symbol for the reaper.

(This is why in my au they gift eachother a sickle and an hourglass respectively, because their real life inspirations for this au exchanged such symbols throughout their history and I wanted to include that somehow :)

errrr this should be enough yapping for now, if you wanna ask more, my inbox has been gathering dust for a while.

[ksitalo]

I was thinking about that idea where leo is found by luke and join kronos army and then i realised...

ITS LITERALLY SILCO AND JINX FROM ARCANE

Think with me leo acting like jinx but more childish and insane and luke acting like silco but more unhinged

Jinx with shimmer = leo with a fragment of kronos soul

Piper and leo being childhood friends and having a fight and leaving leo right before the accident with gaia happens

Piper being part of camp-halfblood

[sarafangirlart]

There’s unfortunately very few fragments of Sophocles Andromeda than of Euripides Andromeda, but one thing I’m surprised no one else mentioned is Kronos. It’s said here that Ethiopians made human sacrifices to Kronos, which is a funny coincidence bc in this Roman fresco Cassiopeia is in a beauty contest with the nereids, with the judge being the god Aion, who is sometimes identified with Kronos, being a god of time, that’s not the only coincidence bc supposedly in this play Cassiopeia said that she was more beautiful than the nereids, not Andromeda, could this be a reference to a beauty contest?

[theoihalioistuff]

Do you happen to know what is the source for the idea that Zeus disguised himself as a cupbearer in order to administer to Kronos the drug that made him throw up the children he had swallowed? I see it so often yet I haven't been able to find where it comes from. Love your blog btw :)

Aaww thanks! I'd actually been considering asking tumblr about this myself because it's everywhere and I could never find a source, but I finally came across Tales of Kings and Cup-Bearers in History and Myth, by Christopher Metcalf (part of Gods and Mortals in early Greek and Near Eastern Mythology)

In short, though the theme of the Cup-bearer deposing the King has several near eastern examples, most notably the Hurro-Hittite Song of Emergence (the tradition from which Hesiod draws his succession myth), there is no explicit greek source that states that Zeus ever acted as Kronos' cup-bearer. Futher discussion below.

The motif in the Song of Emergence appears in the following way:

"Formerly, in ancient times, Alalu was King in Heaven. Alalu was seated upon the throne while mighty Anu, foremost of the gods, stood before him. He bowed down at his feet and placed the drinking cups in his hand. Alalu was King in Heaven for only nine years. In the ninth year Anu gave battle to Alalu. He defeated Alalu so that he fled before him. He went down to the Dark Earth. He went down to the Dark Earth and Anu took his seat upon the throne. Anu was seated upon the throne while mighty Kumarbi provided him with drink. He bowed down at his feet and placed the drinking cups in his hand. Anu was King in Heaven for only nine years. In the ninth year he gave battle to Kumarbi. Kumarbi, scion of Alalu, gave battle to Anu. Unable to withstand the gaze of Kumarbi any longer, Anu escaped from Kumarbi’s grasp and fled, Anu, and he went to Heaven. Kumarbi reached after him, grabbed Anu’s feet, and dragged him down from Heaven." (Trans. Gary Beckman, continued reading can be found here)

However, the overpowering of Kronos by a drink or drug is an element that has survived in our sources. Whether this is suggestive of the continuation of the motif in greek culture is a matter of speculation, though regardless Zeus doesn't directly serve Kronos anything in our sources:

"After that, the strength and glorious limbs of the prince increased quickly, and as the years rolled on, great Cronos the wily was beguiled by the deep suggestions of Earth, and brought up again his offspring, vanquished by the arts and might of his own son, and he vomited up first the stone which he had swallowed last." (Hes. Th. 493.) Deceived by Gaia in an unspecified way

"But when Zeus was full-grown, he took Metis, daughter of Ocean, to help him, and she gave Cronus a drug to swallow, which forced him to disgorge first the stone and then the children whom he had swallowed, and with their aid Zeus waged the war against Cronus and the Titans." (Apollod. 1.2.1.) Metis gives him an emetic

[Reconstruction of the Orphic Rhapsodies, ordering of fragments by M.L. West] "According to Orpheus, Cronus is ambushed by Zeus through honey. For, having been filled with honey, he becomes intoxicated and stupefied as if from wine, and sleeps, just as Poros, filled with nectar, does in Plato's Symposium [203b]. For wine did not yet exist. Orpheus says that Night advised Zeus about the trick with honey: 'When you see him under the high-leaved oaks, drunken by the work of loud-buzzing bees, bind him at once.'" (fr. 154 Kern) "She [Rhea] prepared both attendants and handmaidens and servants, she prepared ambrosia and the drink of red nectar, and she devised the splendid works of the loud-buzzing bees." (fr. 189 Kern) "There, Cronus, having eaten the deceitful meal, lay down, loudly snoring." (fr. 148 Kern) "He lay down, bending his thick neck to one side, and sleep, the conqueror, took hold of him." (fr. 149 Kern) (Orphic Poems by M.L. West) On the advice of Nyx, a banquet is prepared by Rhea. Zeus' siblings have already been disgorged by the rock, and the purpose of the intoxication is to bind and castrate him.

So yeah, though it's not an impossible reconstruction, there are no surviving versions where he does.

[sirjo-esque]

NEKYIA

Happy Holidays @animatedanalysis! I'm your secret Santa, and here is your piece featuring Tiresias! I hope you enjoy it, even if Grammarly says it's wordy :>

Seven.

Seven has been a recurring number throughout my life. Seven years I lived at Hera’s will: a woman, her priestess. That curse only brought more upon me, and her husband compensated with seven generations’ worth of life. Drawn out, as I was, the rage of the sons of seven heroes did bring me to my demise. 

Even in death I cannot escape the number. I underestimated my own longevity.

Death is a strange phenomenon. I hardly believed it when I passed. My daughter must have buried me well, for my journey was paid for- to the Asphodel meadows, but a shadow of the vitality I’ve witnessed. In spite of it all, I retain my sentience; I retain my powers. I retain the ability to condemn any mortal to their destiny. 

It was my belief the Fates cut one’s thread for permanent repose. I am animated still. My career is a reluctant one. Have I no rest?

I looked up at the sky- it's a watery sky. I am the only one who notices the flickering light. It is dim and cold. I heard the sound, yes, you called my name. I knew it before the summon. Your rowing was not subtle. Yet I did not even have to drink your sanguineous sacrifice.

One. 

Two. 

Three.

Four. 

Five. 

Six. 

Seven drops of blood. 

Neither man nor mythical. 

Those were bold words. Perhaps you are something of a seer yourself,

King of Ithaca.

“I am the prophet, with the answers you seek.”

If seven was a curse upon me, I fear I may have passed it onto you. Your mentor, Pallas Athena gave me augury. But what use is that now? Birds do not sing down in the underworld; I doubt I should hear the feathered voices ever again.

The Thunderbringer Zeus, perhaps had the same foresight he gifted me. Ironic. The same Lord who doomed your morality lends me the power to warn you against its downfall. You are his daughter’s favored, and his brother’s despised. What an intriguing solution he has had us entwined within. 

“Time- I've unlocked it.

I see past and future running free.”

Your fate has been threaded. Unchanging, unflinching as the Earthshaker Poseidon's furious pursuit. I can only speculate if your sins do you well. In another time, perhaps I speak definitively. In this, I am better known for my hesitancy. 

“There is a world where I help you get home;

But that's not a world I know.”

Shreds of his father Kronos linger here. I do not equivocate without reason. My words are cryptic. Intentional. Seven lines? Far from it. I shall add a few more, the number be damned.

“I see a song of past romance.

I see the sacrifice of man.

I see portrayals of betrayal and a brother’s final stand.

I see you on the brink of death.

I see you draw your final breath.

I see a man who gets to make it home alive- 

But it’s no longer you..”

Though I suppose that shan’t help, you are already chained to the sentence; bruised by it.

Seven years with Calypso.

I’ve lived seven lives at a stretch, but it could never wipe away the memory of change. The separation from self. I pity you. No, I dread your island cage for you. My mind may be fractured by the weeks I’ve spent in fragmented realities I don’t quite recognize- but this remains constant.

The identity crisis is nothing short of insanity. One attains the helplessness of a phoenix. One becomes as intimate with power as ash.

Provocation. Patience. Perspective.

How come you introduce yourself as Laertiades?

Not father of Telemachus, as before?

Even now, do you truly recognize yourself in this crimson reflection? Your hands are stained as is. 

“I'm just a man.”

Are you, Odysseus?

I've never known a man to succumb to such immorality. To be responsible for the death of an infant boy, prophecy-bearing or not. 

Still, I suppose, it is the will of the Gods.

To force a wolf into a corner, to inspire it to lash out, to bite and claw… Only to stifle the action, muzzle the monster like a lesser canine.

Won't it howl? 

It's a cruel punishment. Your heart and lungs are bound to give way. You will join the murky waters the ones you’ve slain now bathe in. 

“I see a palace covered in red;

Faces of men who have long believed you're dead.

I see your wife with a man who is hunting:

A man with a trail of bodies..”

Goddess of wisdom, master of war. A familial messenger sent in her stead. The divine is a curious force. Pushing you down, lifting you up. The ocean’s buoyant waves do as much, bobbing along with the gracious wind.

Become what you must.

A ruthless monster. A beast unlike any you've encountered. A man capable of losing his fraternity, his humanity. 

Seven years. 

Six. 

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One. 

You are off.

Does this cursed number wear?

Odysseus shall sleep next to his wife.

Maybe then, I too will rest.

[englandsgirl18181234]

I just realized (while reading your answer to another ask) that I have no clue how Zeus got the power to damage souls in the Chthonic AUs. That, that does not seem like a power a god of justice, kingship and hospitality (and whatever else he’s the god of) is supposed to have.

so, do you have any ideas of how he got that? Was it something to do with Gaea’s cyclops sons having made the Master Bolt? (I think I remember that they made it, anyway)

You're right, it's not!

So these are technically spoilers, so I'm gonna put the answers under the cut, but I'm not sure if they'll ever come up in actual fics, so do that what you will. Also this is gonna get weird, cause I love freaky mythology interpretations

So you know how in certain mythologies the act of eating something powerful gives you a fragment of its power?

We even see it with Zeus when he swallows Metis in certain versions of Athena's origins, that he suddenly becomes much wiser than before.

You remember how Kronos swallowed all of his children at birth to stop them from overthrowing him?

You know how Hades is the only Chthonic God among his family, and is Kronos' oldest son? And how none of the Titans descended from Gaia are Chthonic either?

You ever wonder where Kronos got the ability to damage souls from when he's the Titan of Time, not Death?

You ever think about what might happen to a power hungry God that gained a fraction of the power of a Titan after secretly eating part of his own Father as he and his siblings cut him to pieces?

Tldr: Zeus ate part of Kronos and gained the ability Kronos himself gained from swallowing Hades

So it's still technically Hades' power, just stolen twice over.

I did say it was gonna get weird.

[pancakes-talks]

Made a drawing of nico yesterday night and now I can't stop thinking about that goddamn fic that only exists in my head with nico being convinced by Luke into joing his army and living with him for years on the yacht. What started out as what he thought was brotherly love, being protected and cared for, turns into Luke keeping him prisoner in his own room unable to leave the boat even for battles. This happens after a couple of spars with Percy where they loose to him. Luke realizes nico has feelings for Percy and might be prosuaded to leave/betray him [he's still sore about anabeth]. But in the last bought nico was wounded fairly bad and had to take time off for recovery. So luke keeping him on the ship is a mixture of the good side of him still trying to protect his new found family and Kronos in his ear telling him nicos the key to their victory. [I'm reusing Hades plan of stealing the prophecy] since nico is stuck on the ship he trains everyday with Ethan which he has a deep seated hatred for. Ethan feels as though nico took his spot as Luke's right hand man and knight in shining armor. And nico thinks Ethan's a wimpy and whiny lil bitch. (What's this feeling? So shiny and new~)

Jebus there's so many small bits, little fragments to this story I made up in my head, like this shit goes all the way past where luke dies on Olympus and nico is the kid of the prophecy and has to help sink the knife into Luke's heart. nico is broken having to kill the only person he thought ever loved him despite being used as a weapon the whole time. Nico is forced to go back to chb; he has no where else to go. And of course he has to attend Luke's funeral. And the camp needs to celebrate the end of the war. Nico technically was the hero after all, he gave the "villain" his final blow. But the camp doesn't truly celebrate his return. The day is quiet but the atmosphere is suffocating. Nico hides in his cabin for a few weeks. When one day there's a knock on the door. A camper was sent from the big house to do a wellness check up seeing that no one had seen anyone enter or leave the cabin. The inside of the cabin is in disrepair and nico doesn't look much better himself. Will insists that he come to the big house. When nico refuses will rebuttals that it isn't a choice. The orders are from higher up [he flicks around clipboard with a note from chiron] stating he must be brought in for monitoring. To his annoyance nico complies. Nico is situated in a quarantine room since his stay is to be an extended one. Will says it's to ensure his privacy but nico fully knows it's to keep him out of the eyes of other campers. Not everyone is so quick to forgive or forget his actions and being a child of death rings as a bad omen in the infirmary. In the room He has a bed, a dresser, a wardrobe, and a desk. Not much but it's a cosy stay. They set up a rotation for check ins and bringing him food but it seems most volunteers are uncomfortable in his presence. He doesn't blame them. Some nurses he only sees once or twice. Some nurses refuse to see him at all. He can hear them argue through the halls switch patients with others to avoid seeing him. After a few weeks he only recognizes three that continue to tend to him. One, the most frequent to pick up shifts, being the very same guy to bring him here. Will. He's quiet when he comes in, he'll pull up the chair to sit by the bed where nico lays most days staring out the window. The majority of check ups hardly few words are said. Will extend his hand and places it facing upwards on the bed. When nico is ready he gently places his hand in will palm. After a few moments nico takes back his hand and will writes his vitals down on his clipboard. Not all Apollo kids have the skill to read others but fortune for nico will does. Nico never had many visits to the hospital so most medical tools made him uneasy. Nico is also pleased will never forces him to do anything he might not want to. He doesn't pester him with questions or prod him into small talk. He doesn't touch him without his permission. Will just waits, quietly and patiently, until nico is ready. Nico doesn't know if he'll ever be ready to talk about his life on the ship, or in the labyrinth, or in the underworld, or any of his life really. He doesn't know if or when he'll be ready to get up out of bed and be around other people. But he's okay tolerating having will come around and sit with him in silence. He notices the sun shines through his window and warms up his room when will sits with him. He wonders if he can refract sunlight somehow. He wonders if it's aiding in his healing process at all. -

Okay sorry realized how much I was rambling so that's where I'm gonna leave it but SIR! SIR?!?!! THEY MAKE ME ILL!! SIR!!

I'm pretty sure I've shared more of the Luke / ship life for nico in previous posts so I kinda glossed over it here but honestly if anyone wants to hear about it lemme know

[help-an-alter]

Heyyyy

Back again! We kinda need some names and pronouns for some (William) Afton Fragments, we have a few, and they wanna be different from each other but they don't know how

Ok, one is based on Glamrock Bonnie, one is a corpse, one is a glamrock oc, one is a springtrap, and we have a springbonnie

Sorry if that's a lot, they've just kinda been fighting lately, and we wanna settle this

If it's definitely too much, you can just pick and choose which ones to do, and sorry again

@galaxialauthority

Hello, this one took us awhile to complete. Honestly, most of the pronouns and some of the names can be used for any of them, so i recommend all of them taking a look at more than just their section. If these aren’t what you’re looking for, feel free to send in another ask with more specific details.

Glamrock Bonnie

names: harper, ronnie, alani, beau, terry, alfie, leo, galvin, billie, bowie, bruce, boston, cooper, bliss, blue, bo, button(s), easter, galaxy, vega, comet, caelum, draco, gale, hopper

pronouns: glam/glams/glamself, glam/our/glamourself, bun/buns/bunself, ro/rock/rockself, guitar/guitars/guitarself, col/lor/colorself, blu/blue/blueself, bo/bows/bowself, haunt/haunted/hauntedself, bonbon/bonbons/bonnieself, hy/hym/hymself, dest/roy/destroyself, wither/withers/witherself, scrap/scraps/scrapself, per/form/perform(er)self, shatter/shattered/shatteredself,

Corpse

names: carcass, cadaver, carrion, mummy, decay, destroy, burn(t), ghost, morgue, bones, crow, crowbait, bait, stitch, socket, graves, elegy, crypt, mortis, atropos, thanatos, grim, mandos, scythe, mourn(e), sickle, nocturne, dread(ed)

pronouns: rot/rots/rotself, dec/ay/decayself, gut/guts/gutself, rip/rips/ripself, tooth/teeth/toothself (alt. teethself), flesh/flesh/fleshself, tor/torn/tornself, burn/burnt/burntself, horror/horrors/horrorself, crypt/cryptid/cryptidself, bite/bites/biteself, gore/gores/goreself, bleed/bleeds/bleedself (alt. bloodself)

Glamrock OC

names: names: hendrix, jagger, jett, elliot, creed, duff, henley, joan, acrylic, alby/albie, carmen, coda, cypress, dancer, disco, eko, exodus, fable, florian, friso, genesis, glyph, jynx/jinx, kit, lake, magic, marley, omega, patches, stitches

pronouns: glam/rock/glamrockself, punk/punks/punkself, ruin/ruined/ruin(ed)self, breach/breaches/breachself, paint/paints/paintself, spike/spikes/spikeself, mas/cot/mascotself, tech/nology/technogicalself, ani/tron/animatronicself, gli/glitch/glitchself, break/breaks/breakself, fun/funs/funself, party/parties/partyself

Springtrap

names: spring(y), atherton, caldwell, pascal, ansa, casimir/kazimir, seth, apophis, alecto, discord, ruin, havoc, blaze, eclipse, anarchy, omega, ash, crusher, bones, skeleton, end(er), phantom, ragnarok, abaddon, abandon, erebus, krampus, kronos, lucifer, metal, iron, decay

pronouns: spring/lock/springlockself, bone/bones/boneself, pha/phan/phantomself, twi/twist/twistedself, scrap/trap/scraptrapself, gli/glitch/glitch(trap)self, rot/rotten/rottenself, bro/ken/brokenself, greed/greeds/greedself, af/afton/aftonself, dam/damage/damagedself, wire/wires/wireself, tatter/tattered/tatteredself, hunt/hunting/huntingself, hallucinate/hallucinations/hallucinationself, fault/faulty/faultyself, night/mare/nightmareself, sal/vage/salvageself

Spring Bonnie

names: springs, bow/boe/bo, bowie, goldie, bon, bonbon, clank, orpheus, edison, destro, phobos, phoenix, gold, goldie, rabbit, mal, hare, malhare, glitch, glitchtrap, mel, melhare, mascot, sunny, yellow, sunshine, plush, plushie

pronouns: spring/spring/springself, enter/tain/entertainself (alt. entertainerself), rabbit/rabbits/rabbitself, yell/low/yellowself, gold/den/goldenself, dine/diner/dinerself, lure/lured/luredself, end/skel/endoskeletonself (alt. endoself, skeletonself), im/pale/impaleself, de/ceased/deceasedself, possess/possessed/possess(ed)self, bow/tie/bowtieself, trap/trapped/trappedself (alt. trapself), dec/ay/decayself, burn/burned/burn(ed)self, burn/trap/burntrapself

[deathlessathanasia]

How is Hera relationship with her Son in Law and Daughter In Law, ex= Hephaestus, Hebe and Pasithea. I am not sure if Ares count since he is not married

Hera's relationship with Aphrodite varies across sources and even in the same source. On several occasions they are rivals (the Judgement of Paris and the Trojan War being the most notable examples) though they can also be allies as in the story of the Argonauts. Hera asks Aphrodite for help on multiple occasions: during the Trojan War in the Iliad, during the expedition of the Argonauts in the Argonautica of Apollonios Rhodios and of Valerius Flaccus, during the Indian War of Dionysos in the Dionysiaca. Aphrodite is always willing to lend her assistance, though occasionally Hera does lie to her about her real motives. In the battle of the gods scene from the Iliad Hera insults Aphrodite and has Athena attack her, but there also is one story in which Hera and Aphrodite together mock Athena for her appearance when she is playing the flute. In Apuleius' Metamorphoses Juno feels sympathy for Psyche but refuses to offer her direct assistance, since this would mean going against Venus whom she claims to love as her own daughter. She also does try, together with Ceres, to calm down Venus and get her to go easier on Cupid and Psyche but with little effect.

Once Herakles becomes a god Hera's hatred turns into love. No idea how Herakles feels about her, but a fragment from the Hesiodic Corpus goes so far as to say that Hera loves and honours Herakles second only to Zeus: „He died and came to the much-groaning house of Hades. Now he is already a god and has escaped all evils, and he lives where the others do who have their mansions on Olympus, immortal and ageless, possessing beautiful-ankled Hebe, daughter of great Zeus and of golden-sandaled Hera. Previously the goddess, white-armed Hera, hated him more than any of the blessed gods, and any mortal humans, but now she loves him, and honours him beyond the other immortals, except for Kronos' mighty son himself.”

Her relationship with Hypnos seems good and surprisingly affectionate, at least after she has arranged his marriage. In Book 5 of Quintus Smyrnaeus' Posthomerica Hera embraces and kisses him upon meeting him: „She clasped and kissed him, being as good as her son-in-law ever since he put Kronos' son to bed for her on Ida's summit, when he was angry with the Argives.” Honestly, this might actually be the most physically affectionate we ever see Hera in Greek literature.

We know nothing about any relationship of hers with the Grace wife of Hephaistos, but I assume they would get along just fine.

[inamindfarfaraway]

No Longer You (Castellan Cover)

[Fourteen-year-old Luke has reluctantly returned to his childhood home to treat Thalia in a medical emergency. Hades is after them. May’s mind is still broken. Hermes is present in Luke’s life for the first time and failing tremendously at parenting. Everything is bad. And, channelling her fragment of the spirit of Delphi, May has news for her son: it’s going to get much worse!]

May: I see a vision

Of the person you’ll be

Every decision

Only paves the way to tragedy

There is a world that is saved by your soul

But that’s not a world I know

Luke: What?

May: I see a blade within your hand

I see the sacrifice of man

I see portrayals of betrayal

And a hero’s final stand

I see you on the brink of death

I see you draw your final breath

I see a hero who protects the ones he loves

But it’s no longer you

Luke: Listen, please

If you hear me at all

If you see how I fall

Can’t you tell me it won’t be for nothing?

May: I see an army of terror and pain

Children who fight just to forge a stronger chain

I see your family wounded and poisoned

By one you must bring to justice

Luke: Who?

May: I see a blade within your hand

I see the sacrifice of man

I see portrayals of betrayal

And a hero’s final stand

I see you on the brink of death (Lost control, endless sleep)

I see you draw your final breath (Hero’s soul, blade shall reap)

I see a hero who protects the ones he loves (Promise broken)

(Choose to preserve or destroy)

But it’s no longer you

Just a Man

Meanings:

“Blade within your hand” - Backbiter or the dagger

“Sacrifice of man” - Luke’s noble sacrifice of himself or his callous sacrifice of others in the name of Kronos

“Betrayal” - Luke betraying Annabeth, Thalia, Percy and the other demigods of camp; Luke betraying Hermes by waging war on Olympus; Hermes betraying Luke by consistently being a terrible father; Ethan betraying Kronos; Luke betraying Kronos… lotta betrayal in his life!

“Hero’s final stand” - Thalia on Half-Blood Hill or Luke (and Ethan) on Olympus

“Brink of death” - Luke and Thalia’s fight on the cliff that nearly or temporarily kills him

“Final breath” - his suicide

“Hero… no longer you” - Luke becomes the “hero” of the Great Prophecy saves the world and the people he loves most (Annabeth, Thalia, Percy, Grover, May, his half-siblings) in the process, but only as a very changed man; or this could refer to Percy, who is a much better hero for much longer, in many ways Luke’s good counterpart and more effective at protecting his loved ones

“Army of terror and pain” - the Titan Army, which both causes fear and pain to enemy demigods and, for its own demigod members, runs on it

“Children who fight…” - the Titan Army again, but it’s understandable that Luke would see this applying to the Olympian Army instead

“Family wounded and poisoned” - Thalia’s tree being poisoned and her in her duel with Luke; Annabeth being frequently injured by his actions and taking a poisoned dagger during the war; his half-siblings and other godly or found demigod family being ideologically poisoned into joining his army

“Choose to preserve or destroy” - Olympus, yes, but also Luke’s morality and relationships with his found family

[stonegearstudios]

Creating A MegaDungon Part 7

Backstory

The Mutilation of Uranus by Saturn, Giorgio Vasari, 1555

What is the most important narrative in a adventure module? Well, it's not the backstory, not by a long shot. It's whatever narrative the players spin up as they go.

But backstory isn't unimportant, because it justifies the world they adventure through.

The Fall of Phaeton, Peter Paul Rubens, c. 1604-1605 © National Gallery of Art

Now, I've already said before that The Eye has a Greek theme. in its landscape, it's architecture, it's ecology, but that left me a question. Do I bring the Greek Gods into this?

The Primordial Elementals had to war with someone, and I had been loosely referring to the other side as the Nascent Divinities. The Olympic Pantheon makes the most sense.

So I'm not going with them.

Instead, we have the Titans.

Cronos and Rhea by Karl Friedrich Schinkel, 19th Century

I remember thinking before "Ok, the Titans were the predecessors of the Olympians in myth, but did anyone actually worship them, were they a prior religion, or were the created whole cloth to be predecessors?"

I don't know the answer, my degree didn't focus on that, but I'll tell you what, in the history of The Eye, they were real.

These divinities, apart from the primal elements, came from elsewhere to try and claim a newly formed world. The conflict they had writ large across the islands of The Eye.

The fact that there seems to be very little to the stories of the Titans (in easily accessible English at least) is fine. After all, their war with the Elementals was truly ancient and essentially completely forgotten by the surrounding world. Even divinity looses its lustre after a while.

Given that, I've been going through resources, picking out Titans that might be interesting to have in the dungeons story, with the players able to discover fragments of their past.

Prometheus is an obvious choice, as is Kronos, Atlus, but some of the lesser known ones gave me ideas.

Hekate - Often not thought of as being a titan but you can have a lot of fun in an rpg setting with the leftovers from the ruler of witchcraft.

Mnêmosynê - The titan of memory and language, someone had to create the records of this divine conflict, and perhaps some fragments still remain, etched in stone.

Ophiôn - In some tellings apparently a king of the Titans before Kronos, be interesting to try and make that work with the common story but could reinforce that even divinities fade with time.

There are others two, but now I have a new project. The Elementals, they need characters too, but I intend for them to be even more alien than the Titans (despite being the originators of this world), so standard names wouldn't make sense, and I don't have a quick corpus of mythology to draw on.

How should I name the Primordial Elementals then?

[brimo5]

„For Zeus gave Thebes to Persephone as a bridal gift, on the occasion of her unveiling, as Euphorion says: But not yet were fate’s balances fixed fast in Thebes, Which once the son of Cronos on Persephone bestowed, His bride, when first she was about to see him, Moving aside the cover of her maiden snood.”

Found this on Tumblr and was wondering if you could elaborate or give context to this line. Did zeus seriously just take persephone as his own bride, or is this simply a misunderstanding?

I'm sorry I may not be able to provide more information, fragments are really confusing. If you think that Zeus and Hades are two completely different gods and don't believe those horrible stories about Persephone's Dionysus, then my interpretation is that "son of Kronos" is Hades, as in the Homeric hymns to Demeter:

the one who receives many guests, the son of Kronos, the one with many names(line 31-33)

The scholiast might have made a mistake or simply didn't clarify the context. It's possible that Euphorion made the identity of the "son of Kronos" so ambiguous that scholiast assumed it was Zeus. Euphorion was known for his obscurity (Cicero, On Divination 2.132).

If you don't reject those strange sources, the note from Loeb is below:(though it doesn't clarify more)

The custom referred to is that of presenting gifts to a bride when she first moves aside her veil and is seen by the bridegroom. Zeus was both father and husband of Persephone, who bore him Iacchus. With Meineke's emendation ("when first she was about to see her husband"), the allusion is to Persephone's union with Hades, when according to other sources she was presented with Sicily.

If you also realize the disturbing similarities between Zeus and Hades--this is another tiny piece of evidence of Zeus and Hades' syncretism.

[everbloomingsoul]

one of the many things that thea struggles with a lot is memory, the more cracks appear in the mortal shell hiding her divinity. not due to forgetting, but remembering. in the early days it's mostly in the form of hazy dreams, patches clearly missing and context rarely available. given that when demigods usually dream in clarity it's a predictor, she doesn't really share because she has the clear sense it's related to the past if it's rooted in the world at all. as the cracks widen, however, the dreams get clearer. still rarely with enough context to provide anything helpful, but it feels more like glimpses through someone else's eyes than just dreaming. thea notably gets a little more anxious the worse this gets, disrupting her sleep patterns. mostly it stresses her out because she doesn't know WHY this is happening, but with everything else happening ( given the whole kronos trying to take everything over thing ), she doesn't give it much time. the fragments she's getting feel personal whether they might be or not, she doesn't know who might be good to ask about it, and frankly even if there is prophecy dug somewhere in there, she and her friends are barely handling the ones they've got. the real problem doesn't start until the day she starts getting those fragments when she's AWAKE too. dreams that result in vines twisting around her bed and flowers blooming over her blankets start turning into far-off looks during conversations, english turning to greek without realizing, and the occasional burst of petals when startled. thea starts finding it even harder to concentrate some days, but doesn't directly ask for help until she thinks she keeps seeing a little boy with dark curls around camp, and she winds up going to mr. d just to make sure she isn't going crazy ( he says she isn't, but he looks at her even more differently and she can't help wondering what he knows that she doesn't ). she knows when chiron starts looking at her differently too, and thea wonders how long it will take for all of camp to. rachel gives her a variety of techniques to stay grounded, comparing what thea is going through to her own experiences as an oracle, and it helps. it helps a lot thankfully, and the level that it strengthens is so slow that it isn't really a threat to her safety until around the time apollo regains his godhood. it doesn't take long after that for thea to end up with a room in the big house, and there are days she does little more than sit in her room or outside somewhere and just let it go, the fragments getting longer and the ties feeling more personal as time passes. a lot of it still doesn't make a lot of sense to her, but any crumb of peacetime is enough to stop fighting against it happening, which seems to also ease the aggression in memory trying to come back with her divinity. by the time she's pulled to the grove by rhea, thea is used to balancing between herself and the life that came before her, and once she's no longer mortal it is much easier to let happen. where the confines of a mortal mind and body didn't have the capacity to handle what had been unfolding ( over the course of years by this point ), her newly immortal mind and body can handle the influx. for the first time in a long time, thea can focus again, feeling and being in only the present. the past continues to settle back into place, but it no longer overshadows everything else in fighting over limited space. it still takes a long time for the memories of the goddess before to properly settle, and longer for some of the personal ties to them to hold any sway over thea. fighting the memory of someone else to hold onto herself as best as she could results in thea finding herself somewhere between the two the more time passes, truly a reborn goddess. even after a long time sifting through things on her own, she may sometimes need prompting from someone else to remember older or smaller moments, but that need decreases significantly once she has the ability to handle everything.

[vulpinexi]

“ who did this to you? where are they? ”

O   Kronos,   rex   temporum,   protege   filiam   tuam.

Things   have   fallen   beyond   retrieval.   In   the   alliance   between   the   three   realms—the   living,   Hueco   Mundo,   and   Soul   Society—darkness   still   burgeons,   INSIDIOUS,   rampant   beneath   a   brittle   veneer   of   tranquility.   Within   a   hollow-ravaged   alley,   precipitation   cascades   in   glistening   torrents,   settling   into   fragmented   mirrors   of   puddles   on   concrete.   Neon   lights   struggle   phantomly,   projecting   spectral   shades   upon   the   wreckage   of   what   was   once   a   home.   A   predominant   smell   dominates,   infused   with   the   tang   of   ozone,   damp   tarmac,   and   something   far   more   vile—the   fetor   of   ferocious   decay,   pungent   with   the   stink   of   souls   unbound   from   their   earthly   bindings.

There   is   no   time   for   hesitancy,   no   room   to   wait   for   reinforcements.

Orihime   navigates   the   tempest   like   ghost,   gliding   through   horrific   silhouettes   that   leer   in   ominous   hopelessness   from   the   shadows.   Their   maws   gape   unnaturally   wide,   eyes   empty   pits   of   ecstatic   appetite.   She   wavers   not;   she   doesn't   hesitate.   The   brilliant   gold   of   her   barriers   ignites   fiercely   against   the   gloom,   a   challenge   to   the   entities   ravaging   this   area.   Her   movements   are   fluid   and   merciless.   Yet   even   angelic   infernos   are   doomed   to   perish.

One   shield   trembles—a   moment   too   tardy,   dangerously   postponed.   Creature’s   claws   breach   her   defense,   unleashing   an   excruciating   blaze   across   her   flank,   scorching   and   humid.   Blood   pours   unrestrainedly,   painting   the   rain-drenched   asphalt   in   deep   crimson   blossoms.   Its   scent—metallic   and   biting—explodes   into   the   breeze,   instantly   devoured   by   the   storm.

The   world   lurches   on.   She   falters.   And   then—steadfast   warmth   envelops   her.

Grimmjow.

"I   knew   you   would   come."   His   holding   is   firm,   anchoring.   Blue   locks   dampened   by   raindrops   cling   to   his   angular   features,   his   lips   set   in   a   line   that   balances   between   ire   and   tenderness.   Orihime   barely   manages   to   draw   breath;   each   inhalation   is   like   swallowing   shards   of   glass,   yet   she   compels   herself   upright,   forces   movement.

“That’s   not   relevant   now.”   Her   voice   emerges   as   nothing   but   a   whisper,   frayed   with   agony   yet   resilient.   Hands   quivering   yet   steadily   reaching   out—scarred   from   battle   and   chilled   by   the   rain,   but   retaining   their   warmth—she   embraces   his   visage.   “We   need   to   rescue   them,   Grimmjow.   They   are   innocents.   Focus   not   on   me,   heed   them.   I'll   buy   you   time.”   Her   embrace   tightens   ephemerally   around   him,   a   brief   contact   that   lingers   despite   the   pressing   chaos   surrounding   them,   a   silent   farewell   before   she   wrenches   away.

From   her   fingertips,   a   golden   brilliance   erupts   expanding   into   a   gigantic   shield   that   encompasses   the   alley's   length,   a   dome   of   radiant   light   stretching   over   those   huddled   in   fear   and   beyond   its   reach.   The   physical   strain   drains   on   her   instantly.   She   senses   it   deep   within   her   bones,   with   every   laborious   breath   she   fights   to   take.   Yet   she   doesn't   relent.

She   cannot   relent.

“Go!”   Her   command   cuts   through   the   rainfall   with   fierce   desperation   breaking   through   each   word.   “Don’t   look   back!   Go   please…”

|| prompted; @desgarron ||