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@firelaurels
she cannot kill me like this every time, believes the underworld prince. they shall eventually have no more ideas. but the prince, often as is the case, is wrong.
#FIRELAURELS / INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE, LOW-ACTIVITY, HEAVILY CANON DIVERGENT ZAGREUS FROM SUPERGIANT’S HADES. WORSHIPPED BY ARI (SHE/THEY, 23). this blog contains triggering content: parental abuse, emotional abuse, ptsd flashbacks, body horror, violence, and sexual content.
CARRD / PROMPTS / PLAYLIST / WIRE: @ zaagreus
zagreus hadesgame is the character ever. he never shuts the fuck up. hes bi and polyamorous. he has feet made of lava. he enjoys fishing after a long day/night of killing his enemies. he fucking sucks at playing the harp. hes immortal but forever in his 20s and useless. patricide is literally in his job description. he doesnt know what birds are. hes a dogboy. he has a bed in his room that he doesnt sleep in and only ever uses to fuck. he accidentally convinced his friend that dionysus and himself are the same person and got a song written about him. his tits are immaculate. hes my everything
thanzag doodle bc i just got back into hades and i forgot how much pain these two inflict on me
gentledeaths:
he is gentle when the morning dew casts over into elysium. his brother has afforded him this kindness, this place of refuge he may share with his partner, and one long, lazy limb is what keeps the young prince of the underworld trapped in the blankets and sheets across the long, bedlike chaise. sure, they could have slept in zagreus’ room, but where is the privacy in that dreary home? where is the comforts? no, give him – give them – elysium, home to heroes, land in which his twin looks over with fondness, where soldiers may purge themselves of sin by drinking of the lethe. give him elysium, where he may wake fondly to the sight of heterochromatic eyes staring back at him in the early morning, crisp with dew.
‘ you should have woken me, ’ death whispers, for he is without clothes, but he moves upwards, forwards, taking life’s lips into his own as he leans to eclipse his lover. how beautiful a thing, this silence; it does not come either to either of them without recompense. ‘ how long have you been awake? ’ / @firelaurels , god of life.
death’s kiss is like a god’s first sip of ambrosia - invigorating. the prince cannot help his smile, nor the way he lets himself curl closer to death incarnate and feel each inch of their skins uniting, like snow meeting the warm earth. “ you look so peaceful in your sleep, i never have the heart to wake you. ” this he says quietly, right hand brushing away strands of hair from thanatos’ face. “ possibly a few hours. i’m not sure. long enough to hear the shades reminiscence their lives again and again. ” he is not complaining, though, for he is life and blood, fascinated with mortals and their lives. he could listen to the shades speak about their lives on earth for decades and would not grow bored (though perhaps a bit distracted).
“ did you sleep well? i did tire you out. ” he says so with a cheeky smile, eyes twinkling as he presses a chaste kiss to thanatos’ lips.
megaera can't help but press her nose into the warmth of his hair. he smells like smoke and pomegranate, ambrosia and sweat — mortal and divine. she'll turn to rest her cheek against the top of his head and hold him just like that.
zagreus never takes her affections for granted. especially when they're here, drinking nectar and ambrosia in the lounge, the shades tired and his father and mother out of the house. it's moments like these when zagreus wonders if this is what a comfortable life feels like. wrapped up in megaera's arms, tucked to her chest while he is slightly tipsy and skin buzzing. he mumbles something, eyes closing for a second as he inhales her scent, nuzzles his nose into her shoulder. " this is nice. lets not move for a while, please? "
master death rests his cheek on life's shoulder, arms winding around his midsection. " energetic this morning, " he hums, pleased. " you left bed so early. "
energetic, indeed. zagreus meets thanatos with a smile on his face, skin warm despite the coldness of death. " i had to. melinoe asked for me to watch her little ones whilst her and moros went on a walk, " he turns around, places a kiss on thanatos' cheek, hands seeking the skin under his robes; a gesture of comfort. " i played with them for a while. much more enthusiastic compared to the shades in the archives! did you miss me? "
ZAGREUS, GOD OF BLOOD AND LIFE. a look into his godly powers:
life & rejuvenation – wherever zagreus’ blood lands, it brings new life or heals wounds ( for all beings ). a papercut blood droplet might be enough for grass to sprout on lifeless dirt, a deep slice could bring a whole garden of flowers to life or close another person’s wound, heavy bleeding could completely heal a dying human. if drank in large amounts, zagreus’ blood could turn a mortal immortal.
haemokinesis – the ability to manipulate blood is harder to do, but under enough focus zagreus can control the blood inside other people’s bodies. it does not have to be just redblood. this extends to god ichor as well, to some degree. he can control his blood stones inside an enemy’s body and can either bring it to boiling temperatures or cease its running.
life taker – let it be known zagreus struggles to kill anything that’s truly alive, even the satyrs and the vermin. however, he can take power from living beings momentarily and he has to give it back. he starts doing it when wanting to spend more time on the surface; drawing life from flowers, trees, bugs, birds, anything that allows him to take. his steps drain life, then give it back – flowers wither and bloom brighter than ever wherever he walks. it’s a beautiful life & death cycle.
weapon shifter – using the imbued titan blood in his weapons, zagreus learns how to shift their appearances mid fight. he manipulates the titan blood, though it is quite taxing on his stamina and it’s done only in very dire situations.
i want to kiss moros on his tits
COMES BACK TO LIFE, HADES II !!!
i wasn't gonna promo it but i also have a multi (a new one, the old one has bad vibes and is abandoned) so follow me @starsarray 🥺💜
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by madeline miller. i altered some quotes so they fit better ♡
❝ my father has never been able to imagine the world without himself in it. ❞ ❝ there is a twisting feeling in my chest, like cloth being wrung dry. ❞ ❝ the grudges of the gods are as deathless as their flesh. ❞ ❝ it was my first lesson. beneath the smooth, familiar face of things is another that waits to tear the world in two. ❞ ❝ you think just because you are a daughter of the sun, you may uproot the world to please herself. ❞ ❝ even the best iron grows brittle with too much beating. ❞ ❝ fear of failure is the worst thing for any spell. ❞ ❝ those who fight against prophecy only draw it more tightly around their throats. ❞ ❝ did you smile a little? perhaps i only flatter myself. ❞ ❝ i have a better idea. i will do as i please. ❞ ❝ what can i say? the world is an ugly place. we must live in it. ❞ ❝ how many of us would be granted pardon if our true hearts were known? ❞ ❝ you threw me to the crows, but it turns out i prefer them to you. ❞ ❝ give me the blade. some things are worth spilling blood for. ❞ ❝ it is very close. a perfect sleeping spot to ease your weary bones. ❞ ❝ all my life had been murk and depths, but i was not a part of that dark water. i was a creature within it. ❞ ❝ most men do not know me for what i am. ❞ ❝ i suppose i could weep and rub my eyes to please you, but i choose not to live so falsely. ❞ ❝ there is no wound that you can give me that i have not already given myself. ❞ ❝ i will not be a bird bred in a cage, too dull to fly even when the door stands open. ❞ ❝ i stood there for a long time fearing such things, and waiting, as if someone would come and reassure me. ❞ ❝ this is how zeus felt when he first lifted the thunderbolt. ❞ ❝ i had a little pride, and that was good. more would have been fatal. ❞ ❝ will you not come to bed, my love? ❞ ❝ if my childhood has given me anything, it’s endurance. ❞ ❝ if you had asked me, i would have said i was happy. ❞ ❝ that is another thing about you. you make me want to spill my secrets. ❞ ❝ they do not care if you are good. they barely care if you are wicked. the only thing that makes them listen is power. ❞ ❝ as for that safety, i do not want it. it is only more chains. ❞ ❝ all those years i had spent with them were like a stone tossed in a pool. already, the ripples were gone. ❞ ❝ war always seemed to me a foolish choice from men. whatever they win from it, they will only have a handful of years to enjoy before they die. more likely they will perish trying. ❞ ❝ are you always so suspicious? ❞ ❝ in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. ❞ ❝ i can bend the world to my will, as a bow bent for an arrow. ❞ ❝ will you do me the honor of dining with me? ❞ ❝ i know what we owe you. what i owe. ❞ ❝ i’m afraid i might have floated on, believing those dull memories were all there was, until the end of days. ❞ ❝ do not be too happy. it will bring down fire on your head. ❞ ❝ you are a poison snake, and i am another, and on such terms we please ourselves. ❞ ❝ your words are like a secret. a thing that looks like stone, but inside is a seed. ❞ ❝ you cannot know how frightened gods are of pain. there is nothing more foreign to them. ❞ ❝ bold action and bold manner are not the same. ❞ ❝ a golden cage is still a cage. ❞ ❝ i am surprised to see you so plain after such boasting. ❞ ❝ your voice is like balm upon my raw skin. ❞ ❝ does no one have the courage? will no one dare to face me? ❞ ❝ those who love me a little do not care to say. ❞ ❝ it is easily to speak so open with you. your face is like a quiet pool that will hold everything safe in its depths. ❞ ❝ humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. as if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep. ❞ ❝ you are weak and blind, and it is worse because you choose it. ❞ ❝ you can teach a viper to eat from your hands, but you cannot take away how much it likes to bite. ❞ ❝ i should have known you would be good for nothing to me. ❞ ❝ gold does not give back a life. ❞ ❝ it is funny, that even after all this time, you believe you will be rewarded, just because you have been obedient. ❞ ❝ i have done your work for you, and all you give me is mockery and contempt. ❞ ❝ where would you go, if you might escape? ❞ ❝ you are right. this world is a wild and terrible place, and worth shouting at. ❞ ❝ i cannot bear this world a moment longer. ❞ ❝ i owe you nothing. you will have of me only what i want to give. ❞ ❝ however gold you shine, do not forget your fire. ❞ ❝ that is what you desire most of all: to drive others into doubt, keep them wondering and fretting, stumbling behind your dancing feet. ❞ ❝ sorry that you thought i was weak, but you were wrong. ❞ ❝ trickery is for cowards, men not bull-necked enough to show true courage. ❞ ❝ i have a little pride. if they do not weep, i will not either. ❞ ❝ you have as many coils as a snake, and an eye always to your advantage. ❞ ❝ i want the sun to burn me. i want it to scorch me to the bone. ❞ ❝ what of me? shall i rot? ❞ ❝ how long would i cling to that handful of minutes, trying to cover myself as if with some threadbare blanket? ❞ ❝ i have been old and stern for so long, carved with regrets and years like a monolith. but that is only a shape i’ve been poured into. i do not have to keep it. ❞ ❝ i am not weak. and i will never be sorry not to be like you. ❞ ❝ you draw me in as if you are winding up a thread. ❞ ❝ the fragility of mortals breeds kindness and good grace. ❞
fellas i'm weak in the knees over zagreus being a natural dancer
ZAGREUS, GOD OF BLOOD AND LIFE. a look into his godly powers:
life & rejuvenation – wherever zagreus’ blood lands, it brings new life or heals wounds ( for all beings ). a papercut blood droplet might be enough for grass to sprout on lifeless dirt, a deep slice could bring a whole garden of flowers to life or close another person’s wound, heavy bleeding could completely heal a dying human. if drank in large amounts, zagreus’ blood could turn a mortal immortal.
haemokinesis – the ability to manipulate blood is harder to do, but under enough focus zagreus can control the blood inside other people’s bodies. it does not have to be just redblood. this extends to god ichor as well, to some degree. he can control his blood stones inside an enemy’s body and can either bring it to boiling temperatures or cease its running.
life taker – let it be known zagreus struggles to kill anything that’s truly alive, even the satyrs and the vermin. however, he can take power from living beings momentarily and he has to give it back. he starts doing it when wanting to spend more time on the surface; drawing life from flowers, trees, bugs, birds, anything that allows him to take. his steps drain life, then give it back – flowers wither and bloom brighter than ever wherever he walks. it’s a beautiful life & death cycle.
weapon shifter – using the imbued titan blood in his weapons, zagreus learns how to shift their appearances mid fight. he manipulates the titan blood, though it is quite taxing on his stamina and it’s done only in very dire situations.
zagreus loves the modern world but he will try to pay for his sickening amount of sweets with obols
singofus:
@firelaurels requested something small from ASTERIUS!
Asterius was aware that Zagreus was now loose in Elysium. By now, he had come to expect that the prince would make it to his private training room eventually, but his axe needed sharpening. It had best be done before the god made it. With how many times they had fought, Asterius thought that in the worst case scenario, Zagreus would wait for him to finish. If not a blunt axe bludgeoning, it would be. Perhaps that would be a useful skill to polish anyway.
Just as he finished with his sharpening, he heard the door open. Chucking away the stone, Asterius rose and kicked the stool he had been using away. His weapon was sharp enough to fight with. The former-prince looked forward to these fights, finding them increasingly challenging and so better for his own improvement.
He is about to utter a phrase of confidence to begin their fight when the put up their hands and ask for a moment. Asterius pauses, unsure to give into this. Usually he did not, but the prince arrived quicker than before. His training room was much further from the arena this time meaning he would still have time to travel to the arena and clear his head before their true fight began.
“What do you want, short one? Make this quick.”
the dread prince of the underworld had been hoping for a moment’s relief. there are wounds even his godliness will not heal, so he hopes that a fountain will be what he finds in this next chamber. stygius hums with power, begging for bloodshed and fight, but zagreus is tired -- so tired that his entire body is aching with the weight of fatigue. so tired that he cannot hold back the sigh of disappointment when he notices it is not a fountain that he finds.
theseus’ bull manservant. great. “ why, hello! ” zagreus swings stygius, resting the sword against his shoulder as he straightens his back and pretends that he does not want to collapse. a fight against asterius would send him back to the house, back to his father’s scrutinizing gaze and poisonous words. how many times can he avoid dying? perhaps megaera could lend him a hand... perhaps if he is strategic about this, he will make it. unfortunately for the prince, he is neither lucky nor does he have athena’s strategic mind. honesty it is, then.
“ listen, asterius, we really don’t have to do this. i don’t want to fight you right now. i was hoping i could take a break. i’m not in the best shape, as you can see. ” he smiles, but even that hurts. blood oozes through his chiton, the red of it darkening the material. zagreus’ knees buckle when he steps towards a rock, leaning against it and then sliding down onto the ground. the grass around him is painted red in no time. darkness, why couldn’t he have found patroclus instead? “ just give me a moment, alright? i have some ambrosia, if you’re willing to share. i really... need it. so if you don’t mind me... ” zagreus reaches for the bottle and pops the cork off, then drinking from it until a comfortable warm feeling envelops him and numbs the pain from the stab wound. “ here. have some. ”
i'm so sorry to literally everyone who writes with me and mentions death once (1) because zagreus goes on thinking about thanatos for the rest of the interaction. 'death is scary' no he's actually quite nice but you have to unpeel his layers!! he's like an onion!! and he's got pretty eyes---
