They’ve all abandoned their duties, the world has changed and they’re not needed like they were needed before.
All but the three of them, the most powerful of gods.
stubbornly remains on the abandoned Mount Olympus. Even Hera has left
him, shaking herself free of her shackles and her crown all at once.
continues as he always has. It’s possible he wouldn’t have noticed
anything had changed if it weren’t for Persephone’s new freedom that
allows her to spend all months of the year with her husband.
Then there is him.
sits on his thrown at the bottom of the sea, restless in a way he can’t
remember ever feeling before. Amphitrite sighs from her place besides
him, then stands to face him. “Perhaps it is time.”
“What are you talking about?” he snaps, although he knows the answer.
smiles at him, soft and exasperated and even a little fond after all
these years. “You knew it wasn’t forever. We both did.”
presses a hand to his chest, and – he is of the sea, and he is not
supposed to be feel fear. But he does. “I do not remember the man I was
before I was King of the Sea. If – if I return to that person, I do not know what I will be, who I will be.”
Amphitrite holds out her hands. Feeling like a child, Poseidon takes them. “I know exactly who you will be, and what you will do. It’s time, Poseidon.”
He’s never loved her, couldn’t
love her. But she’s been his constant companion for almost his entire
life, and he cares for her, as much as he is capable of caring for
anyone. “What will happen to you?”
“That is none of you concern,” she says, “but I will be what I’ve always been – the sea.”
uses a single claw and opens her chest, the inside of her a dark green
except for a pulsating red heart. He sighs and breaks off a piece of his
throne to do the same to his own chest. It’s not like he’ll need it
takes out the cold, dark lump from inside him and places it safely
below her ribcage. Her skin heals over and pales, and the warmth of her
eyes snuffs out. She slips the beating heart below his sternum, and his
skin heals over just as quickly as hers had.
didn’t know how cold he had been until he could feel warmth again, like
a bonfire in his chest unfurling to fill him, warming the bottoms of
his feet and tips of his fingers. The tidal wave of grief and love and
happiness and sorrow nearly threatens to barrel him over, all the
emotion he’d only felt echoes of now overwhelming him.
But even with all of that, he instantly knows something is wrong.
isn’t my heart,” he says, and it functions like his heart, these are
his emotions and feelings, but – it’s not his heart, it’s not the heart
he traded away to Amphitrite for power so long ago.
“No,” she agrees, “it’s not.”
She almost looks like she’s smiling.
means to question her, to demand answers in spite of personally knowing
how worthless it is to ask anything of the sea. But before he gets the
chance, he’s being pushed away and onto the shore, and he knows better
than to try and go back and attempt to get answers she doesn’t feel like
giving. He doesn’t think she’d kill him, but he’s not interested in
looks out at the impossibly tall structures before him, the glass city
sprawling at the end of the beach when before there had only been a –
been a – a cottage.
“Caeneus,” he breathes, and is gone in the next moment.
knows the entrances to the underworld well, even as the world moves and
changes they never have. It takes him no time at all to be standing by
the River Styx with Charon in front of him. “You are not dead,” the
boatman says reproachfully.
he says, “Summon Hades, I must speak to him. There’s someone in there
who – someone I – someone,” he finishes, and it’s been thousands and
thousands of years since he last has Caeneus in his arms, but it doesn’t
matter. The heart in his chest is a heart that is capable of love, and
he loves Caeneus just as he did as a fledgling god with dominion over
has no face that he can see, but he still gets the impression he’s
being laughed at. “The underworld contains many someones.”
Hades,” he says, low and dangerous, and the waters of the Styx churn
angrily at his temper. He may no longer be the king of the sea, but he
is still a god of it, and a powerful one at that. Charon takes a step
away from him, no longer laughing but also not moving to help him.
a shift in the air, and a young woman stands before them. Her skin is
as dark at the water of the river, and her eyes are the grey of its
foam. “Who dares disturb my river?” the goddess Styx demands. He meets
her gaze, and her mouth drops open. “Poseidon? What are you doing here?”
“That is not Poseidon,” Charon says, “He doesn’t feel like a king.”
He wants to slap himself. Charon is blind.
raises an eyebrow, “Looks like he finally got with times. The king of
the ocean is no more.” She circles him like a predator circles prey.
“There’s something different about you.”
“Lady Styx,” he grits out, “Please. Summon my brother, I must speak with him. I’m looking for someone.”
She shakes her head, “I can’t. He and Hecate are expanding the realm today. They can’t be disturbed.”
He doesn’t care about his brother’s obsession with home improvement, but he doesn’t say that. “Persephone then.”
“The Lady is currently among the mortals,” Charon says.
clenches his hands into fists. He knows it’s been thousands of years,
and a little more time won’t make much of a difference. But he’s already
lost so much time. He doesn’t want to lose any more.
Styx sighs as if she finds him troublesome. “Thanatos,” she calls out conversationally, “I need you.”
another shift in the air, and a familiar figure appears in front of
him. “What do you need?” the death god asks, ink on his hands and
smudged across his forehead. “I’m busy.”
he says. It’s hard to regret the actions he took with Amphitrite’s
heart in his chest. He wanted, and so he took. Such is the nature of the
sea. However, there many things he did then that he wouldn’t have done
if he’d had his heart. Those years with Icarus are among them.
never said no, never pushed him away or lashed out. But if Poseidon had
had his heart, he would have known that it wasn’t what the young man
Icarus’s mouth drops open, but he shuts it again. “Poseidon,” he greets carefully. “Can we help you with something?”
looking for a mortal. His name is Caeneus, my magic should be clinging
to him. He died – a long time ago, I’m assuming. I don’t know exactly
eyes go distant as he reviews a mental list of the dead. He blinks, then
slowly shakes his head. “There are many by the name of Caeneus in our
realm, but none that are god-touched.”
He says, “That’s impossible. I transformed him myself. The magic would have clung to him, even in death.”
Icarus agrees. “But he is not among our realm, which means he’s not
among the dead. This Caeneus of yours is still alive.”
impossible,” he repeats, but fainter this time. He presses a hand to
his sternum, where a heart that isn’t his own beats.
Styx laughs and drapes herself over Charon, who tolerates it. “Poseidon, nothing is impossible.”
goes to Aphrodite next. She’s dressed as a mortal, wearing glasses she
doesn’t need and a dress too short for current mortal fashions. She’s
curled up on a chair reading, and she slowly lowers her book to look at
him. “So the rumors are true,” she says finally. There’s something like
sympathy on her face. “They all said you were different once you became
the god of the sea. None ever knew the reason was that you lost your
“Traded it, actually,” he says, “and we didn’t want you to know. That’s not why I’m here.”
She raises an eyebrow, “Oh?”
“I need your help,” he taps his chest, “This heart isn’t mine either. I need your help to find the man it belongs to.”
She closes her book and puts it aside, eyes sparking with interest. “Very well, Uncle. I will do my best.”
finds him. They arrive at a small house jutting out of the edge of a
cliff, the sea wide and churning below. A man stands at the edge, subtly
manipulating the waves with the push-pull motions of his hands. “I
didn’t know you knew Glaucus,” she says. “What are you doing with his
Glaucus. A minor sea god who looked after lost fisherman. “His name is Caeneus,” he says, already walking away from her.
“Good luck!” she calls out before returning to her home and her book.
walks over slowly, not sure what he’s expecting. Anger, certainly.
Perhaps a fight. Maybe if he lets Caeneus beat him up, he’ll be more
willing to listen to him. “Hey,” he says, when he’s only a few feet
away, bracing himself for – something.
stills, turning to face him. His eyes widen, and he takes a hesitant
step closer. “Poseidon. Is it – is – do you have,” he pauses and reaches
out a hand, pressing a hand against Poseidon’s chest. “What’s in here?”
“Your heart,” he croaks, and reaches out a trembling hand and pressing it to Caeneus’s sternum. “Just as my heart is here.”
can have it back,” he says, taking another step closer, and the sun
reflects off of Caeneus’s eyes so they shine gold. “I was only keeping
it safe for you.”
He reaches for his chest, but Poseidon grabs his hand. “Don’t. Without my heart, you’ll die.”
smiles, “That’s all right. I’ve been waiting for you to come back for
it, and now you’re here.” His smile dims, “Will you kiss me first? Is
that all right?”
pulls him closer and presses their foreheads together. Caeneus’s arms
wrap around his waist, and something inside him settles. “I will not,”
he whispers, and Caeneus tenses. “You must keep my heart, because it
belongs to you. It always has.” He shifts to kiss his cheek, and he can
smell the salt from Caeneus’s tears that are threatening to spill. “I shouldn’t have traded it to Amphitrite. It wasn’t mine to give away.”
“Then you must keep mine,” he says, and he’s shaking, “because it has belonged to you for just as long.”
Poseidon kisses him then. Caeneus melts against him, and the first true sunburst of happiness blossoms in his chest.
okay okay but imagine inej as the little mermaid (a kanej au)
- princess inej, the youngest daughter of the sea king & who’s always been so loved and cared for but never spoiled or pampered - she’s always been SO fascinated with humans & the human world and she collects all kinds of trinkets that come from land even if they make zero sense to her - including a pair of rubber sole slippers that do nothing underwater but can stick to the rocks and it’s like they’re MADE FOR SOMETHING but she just doesn’t know what and she’s dying to find out - scuttle (jesper) suggests it’s probably some sort of jewellery like you string them up around your neck and they hang nicely like seashells and add a little smth to your outfit (A Look if you ask me) - but inej’s biggest dream is to have human legs so she can dance and jump and climb things bc she can’t do any of that under the sea(.mp3) and she just has this itch, this DRIVE to do these things bc this is what she thinks true freedom feels like - to run not just from but toward something - kaz is just a bonus but she also sees that he has a cane and she (being completely unaware about how human legs & bodies in general work) just wants to get to know him, to know why he always wears gloves and has a perpetual frown that only goes away when his pockets are full of these mysterious green paper tissues he loves so much - nina (originally flounders), inej’s best friend, is always there to help her on her treasure hunts and she falls in love with a sailor named matthias who, too, shares kaz’s perpetual frown. they think it must be a common human thing so once inej gets her legs she does it so much kaz literally asks her if she’s okay bc she keeps frowning and making all these weird faces - human!inej: blows her nose in one of kaz’s strange green tissues and he is Appalled but also stunned bc like,, who’d do that WHO’D WASTE KRUGE LIKE THAT no one human who knows the value of $$$$ that’s for sure (she also tries to chew them in case they’re like seaweed a.k.a edible?? but it turns out they’re not what a massive disappointment) - BUT ANYWAY i digress: triton finds out about inej’s dreams and sends her to her ocean chambers but ofc inej ghafa doesn’t just give up so she goes to seek help from the sea witch (tante heleen) despite everyone telling her not to - she’s nothing like ursula okay she’s vicious and vile and utterly cruel and can’t hit a high note to save her life so no THESE POOR UNFORTUNATE SOOOOoOOOOoOULS for you sorry - she gives inej legs and she’s like ‘you’re going to become a shadow without your voice and if you don’t make him fall in love with you i’m going to turn you back to your original mermaid form AND have your human legs for myself + your voice” - inej: but that’s not fai- - tante: you don’t have a voice suddenly i don’t know - joke’s on her tho bc everyone falls in love with her INCLUDING kaz bc she’s like a shadow and she’s literally like a professional spy and she’s quiet, resourceful and courageous, more courageous than most humans he knows - thing is, kaz has a secret of his own and it’s the inability to touch or kiss her without being triggered and experiencing a violent episode of ptsd - wylan (sebastian) is always Worrying About Things and tries his best to still make kanej happen despite them spending every second avoiding each other just bc opening up about their feelings is a Foreign Concept for both of them - three days pass and tante is like huhuhuhuhu watch me GET SOME with my new legs - nina, slowing her hearbeat down using good magic: “the only thing you’re gonna get is my fist through your face bitch shut your tentacles” - jesper literally brings out his guns and nods at tante to either behave or like,, drop dead for good - wylan: YOU MESS WITH CRABBO YOU GET A STABBO 🔪🔪🔪 - however tante manages to escape and tries to crash kanej’s very first (and very awkward) date but kuwei, an extremely underrated but brave and important citizen of the sea kingdom, drops a starfish in her pants and she drops the necklace w/ inej’s voice - the first words inej sings after she gets her voice back: mMmMM whatcha say - needless to say kaz is 10000000000001% smitten, will gladly sell his soul for this beautiful strong amazing girl that came into his life like a kruge munching miracle on legs - tante claims the contract is still valid so inej now belongs to her but kaz takes some of that funny green paper out of his coat pockets like, “i’m sure we can make some sort of deal” - so he legally frees inej and then matthias the sailor shoots tante on accident, mistaking her for one of the witches he usually hunts (he then finds out nina is one of them so his entire mindset changes) - every contract tante ever made is now invalid so every poor soul in her witch cave is free!!!!! - inej also gets her human legs back and is more than content to hold hands with kaz bc her dream is to sail (a.k.a be close to the sea, her home, her friends) and still walk on land so she can help rescue & free girls like her - wylan & jesper wave her goodbye as wylan claims his rightful place in the sea kingdom and rules one part of it instead of tante - it’s a happy ending you know it is
ya girl is dumb as fuck again and this was supposed to be a lame cover of give me love as @veeshthefrog requested but then my head was like “y'know what would make this hurt even more??? mash it up with Tenerife sea so it feels like a song about reminiscing about the good shit and the harshness of reality” and I made this trash with all the mistakes in it I’m sorry bye
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The very first Captain America comic has a release date of March 1941, so in order to celebrate the 76th Anniversary of our beloved Steven Grant Rogers, I have asked Tumblr users to submit their favorite Cap comic panels, art, quotes, pictures, meta, gifs, and/or write-ups on what Captain America means to them. And here is what Cap’s fans have to say… (please feel free to reblog and add your own favorite Steve Rogers moments, etc. to this post).
if you dont have too many prompts already: hanzo blurting out a confession of love, & being terrified it won't be reciprocated, but jesse won't let him run away
were you in that stream where we wrote a short fic about this in the chat
Hanzo’s heart pounds so quickly and painfully in his chest he swears McCree can hear it, and his blood rushes through his ears, all but blocking out every other sound but McCree’s voice. He wishes the ground would swallow him up, or simply give way and send him tumbling into the sea below just so he could escape the truly horrible, idiotic, desperate thing he just said.
But McCree’s hands dig into his shoulders, preventing escape, and the ground does not so much as crack underfoot, and all he can see is McCree’s wild eyes and clenched teeth.
“Say it again,” McCree says, and it’s not a request, or a plea, or a demand, but some combination of the three that’s impossible for Hanzo to read, “and say it straight.”
Hanzo swallows hard and breathes deeply to speak, but he only gets as far as “I am in–” before McCree’s mouth crashes into his and words become completely, blissfully unnecessary at all.
aight fam question: what if mermaid au didn’t take place in this fantasy land with vague pirate undertones? what if mermaid au takes place in the regular ol NHL setting? The team finds out when they’re playing beach volleyball (Sidney really didn’t want to come, but it’d be weird if their Captain wasn’t here, especially when the cameras are rolling). When someone jokes about throwing Sidney in the ocean, he gets kind of panicky, which then really elicits a team response, and a bunch of players pick Sidney up and head towards the sea.
Sidney is yelling out that he can’t swim, and Flower retorts, “Stop lying, we’ve all seen you at the pool party.” But that was pool water, but if Sidney touches salt water–
And even now, after years of not being back in the ocean, he feels the sea call to him, the voices of his brothers and sisters wailing for him to come home, he can see the disapproving expressions of the High Council, begging for their Fifth Prince and the next-in-line Commander of the Northern Seas to reconsider and give up this human sport. And oh God, his betrothed, the first son of a General from the Western Isles, will come looking for him. The waves, tame only a minute ago, is growing more turbulent in broad daylight, licking the shores and reaching out to Sidney like arms. It had taken Sidney six nights of planning to sneak out the kingdom, and multiple bribes to the Old Witch to conceal his presence from his kingdom while he was on land, so long as he never feels the cold of ocean water lapping at his skin.
“Stop, stop!” Sidney says, but his teammates are all laughing. They think he’s playing along. He turns to Geno, hanging in the back with a few players, and shouts, “Geno! Geno, help!”