#pjo hebe

[demigoddailystruggles]

Hebe children training attack chickens giving the birds celestial bronze claw gloves for extra damage.

Paolo has trained them to attack pictures of Yolanda onsite with the head chicken being named after Selena.

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Permission to call cabin 18 x cabin 11 duos child-theft

[kastalani123]

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

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

[fleurbleedinghearts]

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

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

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

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Dionysus-centric W.I.P

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was quiet at Camp Half-Blood. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

I turned to see what silenced them.

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

"Hello, Chiron," She replied.

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

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

She was also smiling.

Which didn't bring me any peace of mind.

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

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

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

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

Someone like Pollux.

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

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

Campers had started to gather around us.

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

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

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

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

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[pokkerta]

headcannon that demigod children of hebe have a propensity for cannibalism and have been mistaken for vampires throughout history

this is based on nothing but my love for tokyo ghoul and a vague remembrance of elizabeth bathorys supposed crimes, but i love it too much to let go

btw please don't enquire more into this, it1ll just fall apart immediately

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Permission to call cabin 19 x cabin 18 duos lucky kid