#zues

[noodle-bear13]

[zorbi-orbies]

I'm on tumblr in the middle of the night and I heard thunder so I just thought Zues was telling me to go to bed

[a-v-j]

epic the musical memes

by Tacenda_17_ on tiktok

link to the og memes

guess I got designs for ares, zues, eury(more flesh out atleast), and hermes XD

[cattypuppet]

He wouldn't let go of my favorite stuffed animal that I need for school lol

[thetypogoddess]

Zues: *sneezes like a kitten*

Zues: ughhh I hate allergies

Hermes: me too.

Hermes: *sneezes as of it were an explosion*

Y/N: Hermes when did you ever start sneezing like that?!

[donnetellotheturtle]

Zues: women don't belong on the battlefield!

Aphrodite: I dont know what I was thinking

Aphrodite: *is going to do it again*

[thatviking69]

Prologue

In a time long past, when gods roamed the heavens and mortals whispered their prayers into the ether, there existed a girl whose very presence felt like a secret cradled by Olympus itself. Though not a goddess by birthright, Azealia possessed a rare magic that eclipsed even divine lineage. Her beauty was mesmerizing-crafted, it seemed, from starlight and silk-but it was her serenity, her unshakable calm amid the turbulence of immortal life, that left even gods enchanted.

No storm could disturb her peace, and no venomous word could pierce the stillness she carried. Beings from distant realms sought her out with their burdens, desperate for her guidance. And always, Azealia listened with patience, her voice soft as moonlit waters. Over time, she became revered across worlds as the Goddess of Tranquility and Love-a beacon to all who yearned for solace.

Many believed gods to be merciless tyrants, but Azealia knew a different truth. Five centuries earlier, the celestial beings had descended to Midgard with pure intentions: to uplift humanity and grant them a chance at a harmonious life. But their compassion was mistaken for weakness. Humanity's complexities had been underestimated, and one by one, the gods fell into subjugation-enslaved by the very mortals they hoped to guide. Only a single family remained faithful, honoring the fallen deities as the benevolent spirits they once were.

Now, fate whispered a new question:

Would Azealia and her three siblings arrive in time to deliver the ancient gods from their ruin...

or had salvation come too late?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As destiny stirred, Lord Zeus hurried through the gleaming halls of Olympus, his normally steady gait sharpened with urgency. In his haste, he collided with a healer, nearly knocking her off balance.

"Oof! You clumsy ser-" Hephzibah snapped, her irritation flaring-until she looked up and froze.

"L-Lord Zeus! My deepest apologies! I thought you were one of the servants-please, forgive me!"

He waved her apology aside, his composure held together by thin threads. "It's quite alright. I must see my wife and child."

"L-Lady Hera is resting, my Lord," came a gentle voice. Anathema emerged from the nursery, having just tended to the newborn. She guided Zeus inside, where soft light bathed the room in a warm glow.

Zeus approached the ornate crib and leaned over. His breath caught.

There, bundled in shimmering cloth, lay an infant girl with radiant, electric-blue eyes that glittered like untold secrets. Her porcelain skin held luminous silver-gold markings that drifted across her frame like living constellations. Her lips-soft, red, perfectly shaped-curved into a tiny giggle as if she recognized him.

"Is this him?" Zeus asked, hope flickering.

"The baby is a girl, my Lord," the healer replied gently.

A rare stillness overtook him. "A girl... I had hoped for a son." He paused, awe overtaking disappointment. "But she... she is extraordinary."

The healers exchanged uncertain glances-never had they seen their King struck speechless.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Dawn washed the skies in pale gold as Hera awoke, exhaustion easing from her body after the long night. She crossed to the crib with slow, reverent steps and gazed at the sleeping child who seemed to radiate peace itself.

A soft smile touched her lips.

Yet as she studied her daughter's features-the beauty of Aphrodite, the quiet cleverness reminiscent of Athena-Hera felt a bittersweet weight settle in her heart. Azealia was destined for greatness, yes, but also for trials that would demand every ounce of strength she possessed.

And so, beneath the tender hush of morning, a mother silently wondered:

Would her child be ready for what the fates had already begun to weave?

[just-tryina-live]

was no one going to tell me that Lance Reddick passed away and that’s why he was replaced??? 😭 I thought I was just crazy! BDE that’s so sad