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👑 Κρόνος Ουλωμός 👑 Okay Hera, Those Threats On Taking Over And Killing Me For Being A Bad Dad Are Suddenly A *Lot* More Real Now, So Stop It- Aaaaand, I’ve only made the problem worse, haven’t I?
Can someone give me tips on how to stop my son from eating his own lightning bolts?? Please??? 😭😭😭
Titan of Time, Abundance, Agriculture, and the Harvest; King of the Cosmos; Father of Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus; Husband Of Queen Rhea
Uh... I didn't know I'd have to make this announcement or say this sentence in my lifetime, but I didn't eat my children nor do I ever plan to? Yeah, they're annoying as hell and I'm currently holding Demeter in air-jail, but I'd never eat them?? Your Kronos, it's on sight.
↳ For The Record I Do *Not* Eat My Children - Kronos Interactions/RP Tag
↳ You're Still On That?? <- OOC/Mod Interactions Tag :)
Hi!! This is a blog based on a beloved thought experiment/fluff AU of mine where Kronos did not eat his children and, instead, raised them! The 6's ages will range depending on the RP, but they generally are from children to teens, with Hestia ranging in her near-20s, Zeus being a Smol Child :). This is almost entirely fluffy outside the normal angst things of being a family amongst a royal society but may we all feel good and have fun having an actually good father figure around! /lh but gen
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“Perhaps mind is not a good word here, then,” Kronos hummed as he sat, scanning their surroundings as he tried to figure out where he was. “How are you?” He asked instead.
Hey *hand on shoulder* you know that Greece, along with most of the balkan countries, has been under ottoman turkish rule for more than 400 years? You know that Greece today has many economic problems today, despite it's history being rich?
You know that Greece is very prone to forest fires and natural disasters?
Also, do you know that Greece, along with Serbia, Croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, as well as Montenegro... They are all protesting against corruption, and no one talked about it.
You talk about wanting to have temples to worship in modern day, but you don't care about the land that those temples would be built on?
Greece may be an Orthodox Christian country. But trust me, the gods are still very much living there. Their spirit is still there. Poseidon is still ruling the waves, Zeus is still watching over in the sky, Demeter is taking care of the crops.
All i am asking is... Spread awareness. I am saying this on behalf of my greek friend, firstly, who has complained to me about their issues not being heard. LEARN HISTORY. STUDY CURRENT WORLD EVENTS. SEND LOVE TO THE LAND OF GREECE, WHO HAS ENDURED GREAT HARDSHIPS.
Hey *hand on shoulder* you know that Greece, along with most of the balkan countries, has been under ottoman turkish rule for more than 400 years? You know that Greece today has many economic problems today, despite it's history being rich?
You know that Greece is very prone to forest fires and natural disasters?
Also, do you know that Greece, along with Serbia, Croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, as well as Montenegro... They are all protesting against corruption, and no one talked about it.
You talk about wanting to have temples to worship in modern day, but you don't care about the land that those temples would be built on?
Greece may be an Orthodox Christian country. But trust me, the gods are still very much living there. Their spirit is still there. Poseidon is still ruling the waves, Zeus is still watching over in the sky, Demeter is taking care of the crops.
All i am asking is... Spread awareness. I am saying this on behalf of my greek friend, firstly, who has complained to me about their issues not being heard. LEARN HISTORY. STUDY CURRENT WORLD EVENTS. SEND LOVE TO THE LAND OF GREECE, WHO HAS ENDURED GREAT HARDSHIPS.
I’m honestly torn with making this my problem and not making this my problem. Because, on the one hand. You’re my child, aka my responsibility. Or at least I should be someone you should be able to rely on or knows is there, but on the other hand. Not my universe, not my problem.
Hm… 🤔🤔🤔
@who-tf-eats-their-children
No. You are not my father, and even if you were, I would throw you back into Tartarus.
How about let’s not throw me in Tartarus. As a start. And I’ll- idk, there’s not exactly a book on this exact scenario. How to reconnect with your son after eating them but you technically weren’t the one to eat them. Hm.
“Oh?” He smiled sympathetically at his son’s miserable face just barely holding onto the doorway. He looked genuinely awful with how sunken his eyes looked and the only splotches of what could be considered ‘color’ on his nose and under his eyes from rubbing them. “Come on,” he gently coaxed his son forward and stood up to help close the gap between them.
Kronos let out a chuckle as he caught the boy, bringing him close to his body and gently feeling his forehead for a fever. Yup, he was definitely sick. But from what?, he thought as he shifted Hades into a carrying position and shuffled around the things on his desk—maybe someone had reported something going around lately?
Kronos paused what he was doing as soon as he felt the slight shaking of his son’s frame and immediately diverted to grabbing one of his furs he threw on the floor at some point earlier, tucking it tight under Hades’s skin and then giving up on finding the reports. If others are sick, he’ll find out soon enough (unfortunately-). He started humming an old lullaby as he got up from his desk and made his way toward the exit, already starting his glare at any primordials that decided now was the best time to bother him. Yeah, he sees you there, Eros.
“Food or sleep?” He offers as he closes the door and gives one last glare to the sulking primordial.
“Oh?” He smiled sympathetically at his son’s miserable face just barely holding onto the doorway. He looked genuinely awful with how sunken his eyes looked and the only splotches of what could be considered ‘color’ on his nose and under his eyes from rubbing them. “Come on,” he gently coaxed his son forward and stood up to help close the gap between them.
Kronos let out a chuckle as he caught the boy, bringing him close to his body and gently feeling his forehead for a fever. Yup, he was definitely sick. But from what?, he thought as he shifted Hades into a carrying position and shuffled around the things on his desk—maybe someone had reported something going around lately?
“Oh?” He smiled sympathetically at his son’s miserable face just barely holding onto the doorway. He looked genuinely awful with how sunken his eyes looked and the only splotches of what could be considered ‘color’ on his nose and under his eyes from rubbing them. “Come on,” he gently coaxed his son forward and stood up to help close the gap between them.
TW: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Patricide, Mentions/References To Blood/Ichor, Suffering, and other themes similar to this. Please take care of yourself while reading this and please, do tell me if I have missed anything /gen.
All Kronos has ever wanted was his siblings to be happy.
His entire life, he's looked at his brothers and sisters in those dimly-lit caves and saw their miserable faces. Their hushed and cracking voices. The weariness that set in every time they saw their own mother, the joy of another person who brought them things becoming no longer enough to satisfy their hungering and aching bodies. Their mother tries to understand them, to feel what it's like to be trapped underground for who knows how long because mortality does not exist yet to create and count those years, but her form will never be permanent. As soon as she starts to waste away, she just. Regenerates. Over and over again. Each time she teleports, she regenerates. She does not even need to breathe, does not know the feeling of dust forever aggravating your lungs and knowing there is reprieve somewhere but not knowing what that specific feeling feels like. She tries and tries and tries, but all of them know that feeling of suffering will never be permanent and that sympathy won't always be there (they know she is trying to replicate sympathy by the time they are 2. They do not blame her, but it will never be the same hunger they feel staring at the dirt under their fingernails and the same anger that comes each time they remember they have not seen the sky.)
And so she tries in other ways. When they are five, she tries reintroducing them one-by-one to their father in desperate hopes for him to finally bond with them and allow them Above again. She looks so triumphant when she first presents Okeanos, babbling all about the superficial things he's done and getting side tracked with all the plants in her sight as Ouranos stares his Eldest Son down. It is only at Ouranos that she truly feels blinding, hot rage when he strikes Ouranos down. Not at hurting their child, but for being him. Something breaks inside Kronos to see someone so... proud be someone so scared of his own shadow. They do not blame him when he dives off to the sea at the Final Confrontation. The world does, but they don't.
This continues to go on throughout their eternal lives. Time has not been constructed yet--as stated before, immortality gives them no reason to, but some part of them all regrets not being able to put a number to those years they've suffered. It will forever be an endless stretch of time to them, intangible in everything but the scars. It doesn't feel real anymore. In their glory days, it exists only in the dark and as they try to imagine suffering (as their mother once did).
Yet they still don't blame her, their mother who only truly got riled up with her siblings or her husband. Later, they will learn it is entirely out of each of their controls. That the term "mother" and "children" between each immortal generation is only a construct. Only a title. Only a facade. That they could build those relationships all they want, but Gaia Polivoteira would never feel true love or emotion towards her children and the 12 Akmonidae would never truly understand their mother. It explains a lot of things, but they still never truly blame her. They do not feel enough to truly care about her and, perhaps, that is the true enemy of their entire situation. Life moves on.
Eventually, their mother gives up and they all try again. She is still try and trying, but at some point, her anguish turns to annoyance. She grows annoyed at the heartbreak, at the bipolarness, at the looks she gets, at her husband, at the anger she feels whenever he does something. She just wants her children to be happy and these confusing emotions to be done for, and so she presents her youngest with a scythe. She doesn't know he'll be the perfect one to do this, that he's spent his entire watching his siblings suffer or his father being a dictator or his mother trying her best, she just wants it all to be done with. She stays long enough only to tell her youngest what it did and then fled to the world Above where she could actually do something with the emotions plaguing her. They want to, but none of the Titanides could blame her.
One of the others tries to offer to take the Scythe for him, but there is this unspoken rule between them all that it is Kronos who has to deliver the final blow. All the others are too exhausted from this torment and Kronos is finally warming up. He had always been the strongest of them, the one who never seemed to tire no matter what suffering they each saw. He was fueled by it, even, and so the discussion died down before it even got started. They weren't going to let him do it alone, though, not after what Ouranos did to their Eldest Brother, and so the four other brothers ignored Kronos's protests and followed him Above, their sisters in the darkness not too far behind.
The death of Ouranos comes with no magical symbolisms. The sun does not rise to greet them with a new day, fires are not relit to symbolize the fall of an oppression, and monsters do not fill the lands in victory. Their freedom is only marked with their labored breaths and the ichor-covered silence that follows. Time still does not exist to mark the hours it took or the time he died. Nothing marks their celebration. Their mother doesn't even come back immediately to congratulate them. They are left to gravitate towards each other and cry because, really, how different will it be now then it was before? What 'huge feat' was this, truly?
Their mother arrives later with a huge crown. She goes on and on about her pride for them and how happy she is, but the hollowness still remains. Okeanos hesitantly returns with Tethys and Kronos finds solace in Rhea. Somehow, this all feels less monumental and huge than it is.
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"Erebus?" Kronos smiled as he tilted his head to the side, placing the papers he was looking at on one of the hall's tables as he focused his attention on the Primordial. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but you usually only come during meetings. What brings you here now?"
"I didn't?" He frowned, leaning against one of the pillars. "Chronos with the 'Ch' did. When the universe was created?" He didn't want to offend the primordial, but he hoped the genuine confusion bled enough through his tone. "Wait, would that technically make it so that Primordial Khaos did-?" He muttered to himself, genuinely curious at this point, because while Chronos represented Time, it was Khaos that created the concept... Ugh, trying to rectify that would be a nightmare, so he's just going to leave it be. "Either way," he recentered himself, "I wasn't the one to create time, I just... manipulate it? Represent it? I don't know... I don't exactly perform the mortal tasks the other titans do for their Patrons, but Time is definitely one of my domains... huh." That was a real head-scratcher.
"Erebus?" Kronos smiled as he tilted his head to the side, placing the papers he was looking at on one of the hall's tables as he focused his attention on the Primordial. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but you usually only come during meetings. What brings you here now?"
"Why must everyone act as if I'm the one invading their space-" Kronos wished he could pray for the Fates for strength, but he was afraid they'd just run with it. He instead lightened up his face and opened up his appearance to answer back. "My name is Kronos, how about you?
After a minute or two (of awkward silence), Kronos started looking around for this child's mom.
"Why is it that none of you people have parents?" He muttered, mostly to himself, mostly to the fact that he knows he's going to end up adopting this one.
"Okay, come on kid." Kronos stretched as he got up, vaguely wondering what he'll tell his wife this time about the random child who 'followed him home.' Yeah, that'll definitely do.
“Okay, here’s what’s going to go on,” Kronos said in as kind of a tone as he could as they walked through the foot traffic. “You are now my child. Don’t worry, it’s not official—just until we find your real parents—, but there are many dangerous things out here that I’d rather you just a little safer with. If anything happens to you, or someone makes you afraid or hurt, tell them that ‘Kronos is my father,’ and that should not only alert me, but scare them, too.”
Kronos gently noted and pushed aside the emotions that were starting to quell at that one simple word. A word that many people, even more precious and close to him, called him every single day. Why does this one feel just as important? Just as comforting? Just as calling? He offered his hand to Jupiter instead of dwelling on it, already thinking about how to ask his wife about it--Rhea always knew more than him.
"What do you know about the Greek Gods, υἱός?" The 'son' came out naturally to him, it was like he was addressing his own children. Hm, he'd thought adoption would come with more bumps than that...
"Um... a friend of mine gave me a bit of basic information, but I'm not nearly as informed on the topic as I should be." He laughed, he'll definitely need to figure out more about the topic if he's gonna survive in the world.
Why did the man he was so comforting? It was as if he'd known him for years.
"Well, we all started out from Primordial Khaos," Kronos let time slowly warp around them as he started to explain the history of his, his wife's, his children, and eventually, Jupiter himself's existence. He started with the Primordials, then went to his father, then explained how he himself came to rule, his children, their legacies, his grandchildren's legacies, and so on. There were a few times he went off on a tangent describing them before he reminded himself he not only had a lot to cover, but he should probably cover everything more objectively because who knows what--or who--could come after Jupiter in this strange, strange world.
“So, do you have any questions?” Kronos offered as he allowed the world to slowly start back up again around them. He vaguely wondered (in a sort of jealous or prideful tone) if Jupiter had even noticed.
"Suprisingly, no! You've really covered everything I think I need to know. Thank you!!!" He would have hugged the man if he didn't know that some people didn't tend to like hugs
“You can hug me, don’t worry.” He said gently to the child just as he’s said gently a thousand times to Hades and Zeus. He’s the one person they shouldn’t have to ask permission to do anything with, and he maintains that to this very day.
Kronos put his full weight into the hug, hoping he could leave no room left for this reality in there just so Jupiter could get a few moments of reprieve from the weight his eyes already held. Didn’t he say he woke up only a few days ago? What could have happened to cause amnesia to such an extreme? Something wasn’t right…
“Having and wanting to are two different things,” Kronos ruffled his hair after he was set down. “Remember, the world isn’t so black and white.” He once again almost said ‘Zeus.’ What was with that? Is he that desperate to get home? (Oh what he wouldn’t sacrifice to be able to hold just one of his children, if not them all-). “Now to figure out what’s going on… can you remember anything that happened before?”
"Hmm..." He paused, pondering for a moment. What could he remember from before waking up in an Alleyway 2 days ago.
"I remember laughter, and a voice saying "Hera, you are now queen of the gods"... I still have no idea what any of that means, so I just try to ignore it."
Kronos could think of a million things with those few words, and almost none of them good. Actually, none of them were good, but he couldn’t risk the emotion flashing across his face. Instead, he tilted his head just slightly as to not let the silence scare him, and looked across the human horizon as he continued to narrow everything down. Truthfully, if this is what he thinks it is, he wants to just revert everything back to find out, but he knows it’s not fair to Jupiter. He didn’t ask for this, and it’s not fair to treat him like a puppet just because there is something “better” compared to him.
He wants to say it wouldn’t be like that, but deep down, he knows it would be.
"Why must everyone act as if I'm the one invading their space-" Kronos wished he could pray for the Fates for strength, but he was afraid they'd just run with it. He instead lightened up his face and opened up his appearance to answer back. "My name is Kronos, how about you?
After a minute or two (of awkward silence), Kronos started looking around for this child's mom.
"Why is it that none of you people have parents?" He muttered, mostly to himself, mostly to the fact that he knows he's going to end up adopting this one.
"Okay, come on kid." Kronos stretched as he got up, vaguely wondering what he'll tell his wife this time about the random child who 'followed him home.' Yeah, that'll definitely do.
“Okay, here’s what’s going to go on,” Kronos said in as kind of a tone as he could as they walked through the foot traffic. “You are now my child. Don’t worry, it’s not official—just until we find your real parents—, but there are many dangerous things out here that I’d rather you just a little safer with. If anything happens to you, or someone makes you afraid or hurt, tell them that ‘Kronos is my father,’ and that should not only alert me, but scare them, too.”
Kronos gently noted and pushed aside the emotions that were starting to quell at that one simple word. A word that many people, even more precious and close to him, called him every single day. Why does this one feel just as important? Just as comforting? Just as calling? He offered his hand to Jupiter instead of dwelling on it, already thinking about how to ask his wife about it--Rhea always knew more than him.
"What do you know about the Greek Gods, υἱός?" The 'son' came out naturally to him, it was like he was addressing his own children. Hm, he'd thought adoption would come with more bumps than that...
"Um... a friend of mine gave me a bit of basic information, but I'm not nearly as informed on the topic as I should be." He laughed, he'll definitely need to figure out more about the topic if he's gonna survive in the world.
Why did the man he was so comforting? It was as if he'd known him for years.
"Well, we all started out from Primordial Khaos," Kronos let time slowly warp around them as he started to explain the history of his, his wife's, his children, and eventually, Jupiter himself's existence. He started with the Primordials, then went to his father, then explained how he himself came to rule, his children, their legacies, his grandchildren's legacies, and so on. There were a few times he went off on a tangent describing them before he reminded himself he not only had a lot to cover, but he should probably cover everything more objectively because who knows what--or who--could come after Jupiter in this strange, strange world.
“So, do you have any questions?” Kronos offered as he allowed the world to slowly start back up again around them. He vaguely wondered (in a sort of jealous or prideful tone) if Jupiter had even noticed.
"Suprisingly, no! You've really covered everything I think I need to know. Thank you!!!" He would have hugged the man if he didn't know that some people didn't tend to like hugs
“You can hug me, don’t worry.” He said gently to the child just as he’s said gently a thousand times to Hades and Zeus. He’s the one person they shouldn’t have to ask permission to do anything with, and he maintains that to this very day.
Kronos put his full weight into the hug, hoping he could leave no room left for this reality in there just so Jupiter could get a few moments of reprieve from the weight his eyes already held. Didn’t he say he woke up only a few days ago? What could have happened to cause amnesia to such an extreme? Something wasn’t right…
“Having and wanting to are two different things,” Kronos ruffled his hair after he was set down. “Remember, the world isn’t so black and white.” He once again almost said ‘Zeus.’ What was with that? Is he that desperate to get home? (Oh what he wouldn’t sacrifice to be able to hold just one of his children, if not them all-). “Now to figure out what’s going on… can you remember anything that happened before?”
"Why must everyone act as if I'm the one invading their space-" Kronos wished he could pray for the Fates for strength, but he was afraid they'd just run with it. He instead lightened up his face and opened up his appearance to answer back. "My name is Kronos, how about you?
After a minute or two (of awkward silence), Kronos started looking around for this child's mom.
"Why is it that none of you people have parents?" He muttered, mostly to himself, mostly to the fact that he knows he's going to end up adopting this one.
"Okay, come on kid." Kronos stretched as he got up, vaguely wondering what he'll tell his wife this time about the random child who 'followed him home.' Yeah, that'll definitely do.
“Okay, here’s what’s going to go on,” Kronos said in as kind of a tone as he could as they walked through the foot traffic. “You are now my child. Don’t worry, it’s not official—just until we find your real parents—, but there are many dangerous things out here that I’d rather you just a little safer with. If anything happens to you, or someone makes you afraid or hurt, tell them that ‘Kronos is my father,’ and that should not only alert me, but scare them, too.”
Kronos gently noted and pushed aside the emotions that were starting to quell at that one simple word. A word that many people, even more precious and close to him, called him every single day. Why does this one feel just as important? Just as comforting? Just as calling? He offered his hand to Jupiter instead of dwelling on it, already thinking about how to ask his wife about it--Rhea always knew more than him.
"What do you know about the Greek Gods, υἱός?" The 'son' came out naturally to him, it was like he was addressing his own children. Hm, he'd thought adoption would come with more bumps than that...
"Um... a friend of mine gave me a bit of basic information, but I'm not nearly as informed on the topic as I should be." He laughed, he'll definitely need to figure out more about the topic if he's gonna survive in the world.
Why did the man he was so comforting? It was as if he'd known him for years.
"Well, we all started out from Primordial Khaos," Kronos let time slowly warp around them as he started to explain the history of his, his wife's, his children, and eventually, Jupiter himself's existence. He started with the Primordials, then went to his father, then explained how he himself came to rule, his children, their legacies, his grandchildren's legacies, and so on. There were a few times he went off on a tangent describing them before he reminded himself he not only had a lot to cover, but he should probably cover everything more objectively because who knows what--or who--could come after Jupiter in this strange, strange world.
“So, do you have any questions?” Kronos offered as he allowed the world to slowly start back up again around them. He vaguely wondered (in a sort of jealous or prideful tone) if Jupiter had even noticed.
"Suprisingly, no! You've really covered everything I think I need to know. Thank you!!!" He would have hugged the man if he didn't know that some people didn't tend to like hugs
“You can hug me, don’t worry.” He said gently to the child just as he’s said gently a thousand times to Hades and Zeus. He’s the one person they shouldn’t have to ask permission to do anything with, and he maintains that to this very day.
Kronos put his full weight into the hug, hoping he could leave no room left for this reality in there just so Jupiter could get a few moments of reprieve from the weight his eyes already held. Didn’t he say he woke up only a few days ago? What could have happened to cause amnesia to such an extreme? Something wasn’t right…
"Why must everyone act as if I'm the one invading their space-" Kronos wished he could pray for the Fates for strength, but he was afraid they'd just run with it. He instead lightened up his face and opened up his appearance to answer back. "My name is Kronos, how about you?
After a minute or two (of awkward silence), Kronos started looking around for this child's mom.
"Why is it that none of you people have parents?" He muttered, mostly to himself, mostly to the fact that he knows he's going to end up adopting this one.
"Okay, come on kid." Kronos stretched as he got up, vaguely wondering what he'll tell his wife this time about the random child who 'followed him home.' Yeah, that'll definitely do.
“Okay, here’s what’s going to go on,” Kronos said in as kind of a tone as he could as they walked through the foot traffic. “You are now my child. Don’t worry, it’s not official—just until we find your real parents—, but there are many dangerous things out here that I’d rather you just a little safer with. If anything happens to you, or someone makes you afraid or hurt, tell them that ‘Kronos is my father,’ and that should not only alert me, but scare them, too.”
Kronos gently noted and pushed aside the emotions that were starting to quell at that one simple word. A word that many people, even more precious and close to him, called him every single day. Why does this one feel just as important? Just as comforting? Just as calling? He offered his hand to Jupiter instead of dwelling on it, already thinking about how to ask his wife about it--Rhea always knew more than him.
"What do you know about the Greek Gods, υἱός?" The 'son' came out naturally to him, it was like he was addressing his own children. Hm, he'd thought adoption would come with more bumps than that...
"Um... a friend of mine gave me a bit of basic information, but I'm not nearly as informed on the topic as I should be." He laughed, he'll definitely need to figure out more about the topic if he's gonna survive in the world.
Why did the man he was so comforting? It was as if he'd known him for years.
"Well, we all started out from Primordial Khaos," Kronos let time slowly warp around them as he started to explain the history of his, his wife's, his children, and eventually, Jupiter himself's existence. He started with the Primordials, then went to his father, then explained how he himself came to rule, his children, their legacies, his grandchildren's legacies, and so on. There were a few times he went off on a tangent describing them before he reminded himself he not only had a lot to cover, but he should probably cover everything more objectively because who knows what--or who--could come after Jupiter in this strange, strange world.
“So, do you have any questions?” Kronos offered as he allowed the world to slowly start back up again around them. He vaguely wondered (in a sort of jealous or prideful tone) if Jupiter had even noticed.
"Suprisingly, no! You've really covered everything I think I need to know. Thank you!!!" He would have hugged the man if he didn't know that some people didn't tend to like hugs
“You can hug me, don’t worry.” He said gently to the child just as he’s said gently a thousand times to Hades and Zeus. He’s the one person they shouldn’t have to ask permission to do anything with, and he maintains that to this very day.
