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I kid you not, I was listening to music in my dream and the dancer was moving and switching between different poses and different looks and styles like basic AI videos would. It was horrible.

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I have bad news.
I just had a dream, and AI was in it.
I kid you not, I was listening to music in my dream and the dancer was moving and switching between different poses and different looks and styles like basic AI videos would. It was horrible.
Serious question.
I'm reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and have got to the part where Filch is excited that Umbridge allowed him to use whips on the students when they misbehave.
All I have to ask is: He does realize that most of the students have probably guessed that he can't do magic -- maybe they know he's a Squib, maybe they don't -- which means if he tries to whip them, they could just jinx or hex him and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Him or his cat, doesn't matter.
I know he doesn't whip anyone -- on Chapter Thirty -- yet, but, like, he had to have thought that, right? Especially when, with the Inquisitorial Squad docking Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff House points, meaning the Inter-House Championship isn't worth winning when the point system is completely leaning towards letting Slytherin win, the students most likely won't care doing anything that'll make them lose points. Why would they care when, evidently with Harry and Hermione, they could get docked for just not being like by the Slytherins or for being a Muggle-born?
Serious question. Filch HAS to have realized this at some point that whipping them would be entirely useless when they could get back at him in worser ways.
Out of sheer boredom and temporary loss of impulse control, Sally Jackson lists the God of the Underworld, Hades, as her daughterâs godfather. She fully expected nothing to come of it. Then, a package arrived at her door.
Based off of the prompt: Your parents listed Hades as your godfather as a joke, That would not be an issue if it were not for the 3-headed puppy delivered to your doorstep by Persephone and Hades themselves, planning to protect you from the Olympian's shenanigans due to Zeus' bulldickery
Chapter Eleven
The siblings waited for the man to say âApril Fools!â â even though it was June. He didnât.Â
Adrestia searched the manâs face for any sign of this being a joke. She found none, not even a flicker. He was completely serious. She wanted to laugh, to demand where the cameras were and ask where their real godfather was. Judging by the looks on her siblingsâ faces, they were thinking the same thing.
âAre you joking?â Bianca demanded, anger seeping into her voice. The kind of tone swiftly followed by a scolding.Â
If the man didnât like her tone, he didnât show it. âNo, Iâm incredibly serious.â He gestured to the chairs. âSit.â
Defiance shone brightest in Adrestia, and lingered somewhat in her siblings. They all ignored the order. The reason why differed. Bianca desired answers and would do nothing until she got them; Nico distrusted the man who called himself Hades and wanted a quick getaway in case things got ugly; Adrestia disobeyed just because.Â
âWhat,â Bianca crossed her arms, âyou honestly expect us to believe youâre Hades. As in the âGod of the Deadâ Hades from Greek Mythology? You expect us to believe youâre some powerful immortal?â
âWhoâs also our dad?â Nico added, skepticism coloring his voice.Â
âAnd my godfather,â Adrestia said, hands on her hips.
Hades' dark eyes landed on each of them, studying. Whatever he was thinking, they couldnât tell. If he was a poker player, heâd win every time, Adrestia thought to herself. Now that she looked at him, Adrestia felt an ancientness to his . . . everything. She couldnât pin it down.Â
Hades exhaled a long, tired sigh, one somewhere between exasperated parent and defeat.Â
âIf you sit down and eat, I will give you the proof you need.â
âYeah, what are you gonna do?â Adrestia taunted, smirking. âRaise the dead?â
His eyes narrowed. âDonât tempt me.â
The siblings shared a look, questioning whether they should take Hadesâs deal and trust the food heâd offered. Thousands of words flew between them. Wariness showed plain and simple on their faces, towards Hades, the food, and what theyâd witnessed on their walk into the place. It all felt like a dream. The only thing that made it clear it wasnât was the fact that theyâre all experiencing it together; and nothing weird or unexplainable had happened. Yet.
Finally, with a firm nod from Bianca, they all sat. Stiffly and ready to run, but they sat.Â
Orthrus, Crimson, and Maria settled beside their respective owners. Bowls of water and grounded up meat mixed with bits of fruit and veggies appeared in front of them. The dogs started eating as soon as their ownersâ gave the signal.Â
Adrestia filled her plate with nachos and burgers with blue buns, a smile creeping onto her face. Bianca smiled widely, savoring the rich and savory taste of spaghetti and meatballs doused in marinara mixed with parmesan. No sign of pleasure or content appeared on Nicoâs face, but those who knew him could tell he was enjoying his lasagna.
Out of the corner of her eyes, Adrestia watched Hades. He ate silently. To her, he didnât seem like much of a threat. There was a certain air about him, fear and dread radiated off him like heat from the sun. But Adrestia couldnât help but think how easily she could beat him in a fight with how slim he was.Â
A deep part of her brain told her itâd be a foolish idea to engage him in battle.
After they all finished eating, Hades led them out of the dining room and deeper into his castle. The more of the skeletons Adrestia saw, noting how each of them came from a different era of warfare, she got an eerie feeling that they were real and not props or excellent costumes. Real skeletons, moving around as if they were still alive. The idea sounded absurd.
They stopped in front of a massive door. It stood out from the entire castle. Etched into the wood were three large dogs frolicking in a field of flowers and trees. Happy, was one way to describe it.Â
Hades opened the door and pushed it aside, gesturing for the siblings to enter. They did so, their dogs at their heels. A massive room laid before them, walls lined with shelves and file cabinets. On the shelves, Adrestia recognized several familiar clay figurines and posters she and her siblings had made, along with framed photos of her and her family. She stared at a picture of her, Nico, and Bianca standing in front of Cinderellaâs castle at Disney World. They were smiling widely, bits of their lunch sticking to the corners of their lips. It was a shiny, warm day.
âI remember this,â Bianca murmured to herself. She dragged a fingertip down a crudely made clay heart. âWhy is this . . . ?â
âWhat theâ?â Nico had chosen to look through the file cabinets. He found letters, all of them difficult to read due to sloppy handwriting or words spelled incorrectly. âMy name is on some of these.â
âYes,â Hades said, standing in the doorway, âbecause you wrote them.â
The siblings turned and stared at him, pelting him with silent questions.Â
A smile ghosted the Lord of the Deadâs lips. âSurely, you children remember sending the man who has provided for you for so long gifts? Although, seeing how long ago it was, it makes sense you forgot.â
Nico showed his two sisters the letters, which were dated when theyâd be around six to eight years old. There was no denying it. Him having these drawings, letters, photos, and pieces of childish creativity â things they themselves had created and sent â was proof enough of who he was.Â
The man who had sent them gifts, who they kept in contact with, who they considered a part of the family was a god.Â
Out of sheer boredom and temporary loss of impulse control, Sally Jackson lists the God of the Underworld, Hades, as her daughter's godfather. She fully expected nothing to come of it. Then, a package arrived at her door.
Based off of the prompt: Your parents listed Hades as your godfather as a joke, That would not be an issue if it were not for the 3-headed puppy delivered to your doorstep by Persephone and Hades themselves, planning to protect you from the Olympian's shenanigans due to Zeus' bulldickery
Chapter Ten
Authorâs note: I read back the last nine chapters and realized how many inconsistencies Iâd written in. Notably switching between past and present tense. For example, in chapter nine, Iâd written that Hades never called his children and Adrestia. I wanted to use the excuse that they call him, but I ended chapter seven with Hades calling Adrestia. I have ADHD, so I forget things a lot, and with how long it takes me to write these chapters Iâm going to forget a couple of things.Â
I also canât write these to be long. Otherwise I want to do something else and forget I have this waiting for me.Â
Nico, Bianca, and Adrestia had many expectations for what their godfather/uncle/father would look and be like. What they got was somehow very far but also very close.Â
Theyâd expected a mystery man. Someone average who could easily blend into the shadows, go unnoticed. They knew he had to be of the one percent. A poor or middle-class man would never pay for so much in one year, especially for three kids heâs never met and would never discover if they truly valued him past the gifts. Nico, Bianca, and Adrestia werenât shallow, but itâs a reasonable assumption when youâve only talked to someone over text or through a call and never face-to-face.Â
They stared at the man before them, failing to believe this was the generous man theyâd heard so much about.Â
âHello, children,â the man said, staring at them as if to memorize what they looked like. It was the same voice from the voicemail.Â
Adrestia wrapped her arms around Orthrusâs neck. One thing she noticed was the uncanny resemblance between the man and Nico: the unbelievably pale skin, the dark eyes, the long hair, and the scary aura. The only thing the man was missing was an emo look and fake piercings. And maybe some stubble heâs too lazy to shave off.Â
Nico mustâve noticed as well. âDad?â
The man looked at him. âYes, son?â
Adrestia reached out and poked the manâs face, dragging the tip of her finger down his cheek before drawing away. âThatâs his actual skin tone.â
The man smiled, his obsidian black eyes twinkling in amusement. It sent a chill down the siblingsâ spines. Including Nicoâs, and he didnât scare easily. âWhat? Did you think it was makeup?â
Adrestia nodded. âYeah. Youâre whiter than bone.â
âBones are yellow.â
âAnd you know that from all of the people you killed?â Adrestia retorted. She hadnât liked how sure her godfather sounded when he said that, like he studied bones in a non-legal way. It didnât help with her belief of him being in the mafia.Â
Instead of a dirty look â something Adrestia and her siblings expected â her godfather laughed. A sharp bark of sound that chilled the air. The dogsâ ears perked up, like they were shocked this man could laugh. Adrestia, Nico, and Bianca sat in stunned, stiff silence, not sure what to do while their godfather/uncle/father continued to laugh, clutching his chest.Â
What felt like an awkward eternity passed, and the manâs laughter died down. He wiped away a tear. âLetâs talk more in the dining room.â
The man stepped out of the way. The siblingsâ shared a look. A part of them wanted to stay in the safety of the limo with their dogs, but this was the man whoâd essentially made their lives better; and their mother had taught them to never judge a book by its cover.Â
Being the oldest, Bianca stepped out first, her dog trailing behind her. Nico and Adrestia soon followed.
âYou can leave your luggage in the car,â the man said. âMy servants will get them and take them to your room.â
They stood at the end of a long driveway leading up to an ominous dark castle that appeared easily twice the size of the Palace of Versailles. It looked like a palace made from nightmares. It had turrets, the points puncturing the sunless sky. There was no light to be seen from the inside, and the siblingsâ expected a bolt of lightning or two to appear along with a booming bash of thunder â like what youâd see in those animated scenes of scary castles. They knew, for a fact, there had to be a dungeon. Not because it was expected in castles, but, looking at this castle, it was the first thing thatâd pop into your head.Â
As they walked up the driveway, Bianca swore she saw a look of amusement on her fatherâs face. Apparently, he found their trepidation funny.Â
They passed under a tall archway, the gate already raised. The siblingsâ stared, awed, by the skeleton guards. Judging by the clothes the guards wore, they came from different eras ranging from Ancient Greece to recent wars, like the one in Afghanistan. Adrestia wondered how useful a skeleton warrior was. Ever since that scene from Scary Movie 2 where Brenda and Cindy dismantle the skeleton and rearrange its bones to make fun of it, Adrestia never saw a skeleton creature as threatening. She fought back the urge to sneak up on one of the guards and grab one of its leg bones just to laugh as it fell, like a person snatched of their cane. Adrestia thought thatâd be too cruel.Â
The man led them through magnificent halls of pure gold and silver, decorated with bouquets of flowers made from jewels the siblingsâ didnât know the name of. Those halls gave Adrestia the vibe of âTell me youâre rich without telling me youâre richâ.Â
They smelled the food before they saw it.
The dining room table, a long and thick mahogany slab on stone podiums, was blanketed with delicacies the Jackson-Di Angelo siblings knew so well; because it was their favorite. Blue foods and desserts for Adrestia; affogato and lasagna for Nico; moussaka and spaghetti and meatballs for Bianca. There were others, but those mains caught the siblingsâ eyes.Â
The man stood at the head of the table. âNow, letâs begin with introductions. My name is Hades, Lord of the Underworld and God of the Dead.â
Second Authorâs Note: Wanted to end this story by telling you Iâm planning on a second Hades is my Godfather, one called Goddaughter of Hades. Itâs not a sequel to this story, itâs an alternate universe. In it, Nico and Bianca arenât Adrestiaâs adopted siblings, and Adrestia talks to Hades daily through an altar.Â
Actually, I think I might do two different ones. One of no Nico and Bianca with Adrestia talking to Hades through an altar; and one where the three live in Gotham and Adrestia starts up a relationship with Bane after getting pregnant from a one-night-stand (she is over eighteen). Why? I just like Bane. In this case, itâll be the Arkham Origins version. It wonât follow the story in the games because the Bane in the other Arkham games is a giant WTF.
Out of sheer boredom and temporary loss of impulse control, Sally Jackson lists the God of the Underworld, Hades, as her daughter's godfather. She fully expected nothing to come of it. Then, a package arrived at her door.
Based off of the prompt: Your parents listed Hades as your godfather as a joke, That would not be an issue if it were not for the 3-headed puppy delivered to your doorstep by Persephone and Hades themselves, planning to protect you from the Olympian's shenanigans due to Zeus' bulldickery
Chapter Nine
Authorâs Note: This chapter took so many months to upload due to a mixture of procrastination and writing insecurity. I hate that it feels like a part of me is losing a love for writing. Iâm taking the advice of just writing and caring about editing later. Merry Christmas. Hope you all got something amazing this year; I know I did. Accidentally put this on my other account.
In my opinion, out of all the troll characters in Trollhunter, Angor Rot is the most interesting.
For starters, there are obvious differences between him and the other trolls.
He has a human-like physique
There are glowing gems in his body
His eyes glow and are removable
There might be some others, but I'm not sure.
According to The Way of the Wizard, trolls are born from magic -- a chip from the mother and father's Heartstone into a small crystal, and it takes, on average, thirty years for the baby to be born. Not sure why I'm bringing this up, but it feels relevant.
I'm pretty sure the crystal the parents use is a mineral of some kind, as Toby trails off as he's saying Kornerupine and realizes he's looking at a troll and not a crystal or gem. This just makes me wonder what crystal Angor Rot was born from; most likely an amethyst geode. However, that doesn't explain his other features.
Honestly, if someone were to write a story about Angor Rot after he got his soul taken and was forced to be Morgana's champion, where the plot involved him recalling parts of his life starting from birth and getting angry when he can't later on, would be something I would read.
Angor Rot just feels like the kind of character with a lot of unexplored territory. Even if he is a side character, in a sense, I still wish we got more information on him in other media.
I have this scenario for one of my fanfic stories "Hades is my Godfather" and I need to get it out.
Sally: Adrestia, your father isn't dead, he's --
Poseidon walks in.
Adrestia, completely serious blurt: Oh my god, he's a lesbian.
I am fully convinced that if Percy greeted his father with "Yo, what up, bitch?" he'd still be the favorite, and I would love to see Triton's face that a demigod could be that disrespectful and still favorited while he, a god who has been his father's messenger for centuries, isn't.
Also, canonically, Percy sold candy to his classmates in Yancy Academy (I think) like a drug dealer.
It would be funny if the gods only got part of the story, where they're told, out of context, Percy was a dealer in middle school. Could you imagine them just being hit with the possibility that the Savior of Olympus, a chill, brave dude, was a drug dealer at such a young age? Although, Poseidon would definitely deny the possibility for as long as he can.
I know if they asked him, Percy would be too oblivious to realize they thought he was a drug dealer and that they didn't know he was talking about actual candy.
Hades would probably check Percy's file to see what misdeeds he'd done and wonder how he missed the "DRUG DEALER" part.
Athena would definitely try to break Annabeth and Percy up.
So, Iâve just been to Walmart and
Honestly, Iâm extremely surprised they turned the show into a book. Iâve never heard that done before, and I think itâs pretty interesting.
Canât wait to read this. One of the reasons I got it was because 1) I have an OC similar to Wednesday who doesnât show emotions facially and 2) I like having body gestures and vocal tones being described as it helps me be a better writer, especially when I canât tell the difference between a laugh and a cackle and with Wednesday I hope thereâll be some minute facial expressions written in.
For those curious, the other two books I got are called Bonded in Death by J.D Robb and Powerful by Lauren Roberts.
Out of sheer boredom and temporary loss of impulse control, Sally Jackson lists the God of the Underworld, Hades, as her daughter's godfather. She fully expected nothing to come of it. Then, a package arrived at her door.
Based off of the prompt: Your parents listed Hades as your godfather as a joke, That would not be an issue if it were not for the 3-headed puppy delivered to your doorstep by Persephone and Hades themselves, planning to protect you from the Olympian's shenanigans due to Zeus' bulldickery
Chapter Eight
Percy: yeah, sorry I'm late. Ares was being a B I T C H.
Ares, pops up out of nowhere: I can spell you know.
Percy: How was I supposed to know you could spell. I've never seen you read.
Ares: I gave that Frank kid The Art of War.
Percy: No, you didn't. Mars did, and there's no way you could read and understand a book like The Art of War. You're definitely a picture book guy.
Ares: Oh yeah?
The War God manifests a small whiteboard and erase marker. He writes something. After a moment, he turns the board around to show the word CONFLATATION.
Ares, smug: Give me a synonym for this.
Percy, leaning in and squinting: The synonym is . . . that you definitely can't spell.
Ares: What?! Yes, I can. This is a synonym for war.
Annabeth, her arms crossed: You misspelled conflagration.
Ares, irritated: No, I . . .
Ares: . . .
Annabeth: . . .
Percy proud of his girlfriend Jackson: . . .
Ares: Gods fucking dammit.
I have this story idea where Poseidon agrees to babysit fempercy when they're a baby because there was a prophecy saying they'd be insanely strong.
Now, imagine the Sea God being changing his first diaper.
Imagine the Sea God sitting down after hours of trying to calm a newborn, then the baby starts crying again.
Imagine the Sea God having to entertain a baby.
Imagine the Sea God carrying the baby around while doing his duties.
I think, if given the chance and several books, Poseidon could be a good dad, especially since he's shown to be very protective of his children.
Also I like the thought of Poseidon walking around Olympus or Atlantis like he doesn't have a baby carrier strapped to his chest and a babbling infant who just loves cursing out Zeus in baby language.
Now imagine what should be a normal meeting in the Olympian throne room, but every time Zeus tries to talk, Poseidon's baby interrupts him.
I know this is a lot far-fetched, but I feel like Poseidon might get jealous or is jealous of Paul. Not in the case of him marrying Sally 'cause Poseidon likes seeing her happy, but in the case of being a father to Percy.
In my opinion, Paul would have an easier time bonding with Percy and get extremely close with him. Then, there's Poseidon.
(I just wanted to put this picture here 'cus why not.)
As a human, Paul understands and knows what Percy's body and mind needs. Poseidon, through no fault of his own, doesn't.
I don't know why, but I just have this headcanon that Poseidon isn't very fond of Paul's relationship with his son even though Zeus is the most likely candidate to maybe try to have a relationship with Ares just because the War God found an actual father figure.
Do you think the demigods celebrate Father's/Mother's Day with their godly parents?
I mean, what would they even give them? Most of the demigods barely know what their godly parent is like, much less have met them face-to-face. Not to mention, a lot of them aren't great. Cough, cough, Zeus, cough, cough.
I've heard of a headcanon where Percy just gives his father sea-themed ties even though Poseidon has never and might never wear a suit, and Poseidon has a museum-like building built to display the ties.
Although, this would depend on if the gods cared about human holidays seeing as they don't seem to care about how being targeted by monsters who are only killing them because they can't get revenge on the gods and the demigods have to learn on the spot how to kill said monster will affect the demigods mental, physical, and emotional health.
Inspiration from that one Vine.
The gods â except Hades, Hestia, Artemis, Hephaestus, Hermes, and whoever else didnât try to make Percyâs life hard â wanting to have a quiet time at home.
Percy breaks the door down and saunters in Jackson: Whatâs up, fuckers?
Gods: What are you doing here?
Percy: Fuck you, thatâs why!
Octavian: Being the son of Neptune isn't a good thing. Do you know how dangerous he is?
Percy: I know he loves me and that I'm his favorite. Can you say the same about your own dad?
In response to an earlier post I made about what would it take for Poseidon to lose his shit,
a year or so ago, I came up with a story idea where a paranoid giant kidnaps the gods and the demigods - Percy(3), Annabeth(3), Nico(2), Bianca(4), Leo(2), Jason(1), Thalia(8), Clarisse(5), Frank(2), Piper(2), Hazel(2) - are put into respective cages. They're not in the same room, but the parents are in the same room as their kids. It's called Family Time. The gods do manage to escape with some help from their children, but the plot is mostly about them bonding, in a sense, with their kids.
Anyway, I had come up with an idea where Percy starts getting hot, so he takes off his shirt and Poseidon sees the bruises on his chest.
You see where I'm going with this?
You know what's going to happen when Poseidon drops his son off at Sally's apartment? Where Gabe is?
While I'm not sure if Gabe is physically abusive 'cause as far as I can see and remember he's financially and emotionally abusive, it's still a possibility. I think if Poseidon knew that, he'd spend another decade ruining someone's life.