imagine athena

Imagine children of Hephaestus being born with parts of their bodies being made of metal. It varies how weird or horrific the placement of these parts are. Many children with born with metal limbs build better, more stylish ones for themselves

Imagine children of Aphrodite that are born with the power to change their appearance, but they can’t control it. They change when their emotions are high or just randomly throughout the day. Sometimes they’ll have two different faces and not be able to do anything about it

Imagine children of Apollo being literally made of light. There’s always a soft glow coming from their eyes, nose, and mouth. They get hard to look at when they’re mad but they also make good flashlights

Imagine children of Ares who just casually spill blood all the time. Out of their mouths, ears, eyes, and noses. Just randomly, no warning. Sometime random small wounds will open up on their arms, legs, and faces. New campers are very scared of them

Imagine children of Athena who physically shut down from information over load; they can’t move, can’t speak, don’t even breathe so their brains can review all the things they know. When they’re in this state you can literally see words and pictures flash across their eyes. Don’t disturb them in this state, it won’t be good for either of you

Imagine children of Demeter who have flowers and other flora growing out of their bodies. Little roses (thorns and all) growing out of their heads, lilies growing from their shoulders. Sometimes their hair will start turning green

Imagine children of Dionysus with grape juice for blood. When they get older, it ferments and turns to wine. They can will vines to grow out of their bodies, though the grapes on those vines will make anyone else sick

Imagine children of Hermes who talk so fast, their voice can’t catch up. They’ll be talking and suddenly, their voice gives out. But they still keep talking. When they stop, their voice keeps going once it’s able to catch up

Imagine children of Hades with see through skin. All the bones, veins, organs, and everything is visible. Sometimes, depending on a lot of things, their skin is more translucent than normal

Imagine children of Poseidon being born with aquatic features; scales, gills, webbed hands/feet, slimy skin, etc. Some are able to go fine without water, while some need it or they get sick. They won’t die but they will be quite miserable

Imagine children of Zeus who are made of lightning. You can see it under their skin, jumping from one body part to the next. Their eyes have lightning and them always look like colored storm clouds. Touching them is always an endeavor in trying not to get shocked too badly

Imagine really cool side effects to being half all powerful God

anonymous asked:

Do you happen to have any headcanons of les amis as mixed race..? Keep writing you beautiful gift to the world

Aw, thank you so much!

My headcanons for what the Amis look like change and switch around all the time, but here are some that are hard to budge:

Joly: South Korean and French- His parent’s met in Nice at a Dentistry convention. Yes, like Hermione’s parents they are both dentists. (Part of the reason why Hermione is Joly’s favourite HP character) Joly has had perfect teeth since age 19 when his braces finally came off and has a rigorous brushing schedule. 
Bossuet: Jamaican and Italian- He doesn’t know anything about his father but has a very strong connection with his mother, who moved to France after raising him in Italy for ten years. When Bossuet calls his Mama (weekly) he speaks to her in Italian.
Bahorel: Pacific Islander and Maori- Bahorel moved to France from New Zealand on an international scholarship for law. After two months in law school he said “Fuck that” and dropped out, but decided to stay in Paris and fund his own stay there. He skypes his huge family frequently and they are constantly nagging him to come home and bring Feuilly with him.
Musichetta: Romani and Northern Indian- Her parents met in Wales and travelled all over Europe. They eventually settled in France halfway through their planned trip when they realised her mother was pregnant with her. They continued travelling after she was born but their compass always found their way back to France.
Cosette: French and Chinese- Tholomyès (ew) is French, but Fantine’s parent’s were both born in China. She came over to France on her own at a very young age.
Combeferre: Southern Indian and German. His parents are both hard working but were never well off. He grew up learning 5 different languages, but has never travelled outside of France. Has a huge extended family on both sides of his parents. It’s a bit hard to keep up sometimes and his relative’s phone contacts have cliffnotes. 

{goddess of wisdom and war} 

i. glory and gore // lorde ii. breath of life // florence + the machine iii. yellow flicker beat // lorde iv. centuries // fall out boy v. hold me down // halsey vi. empire // alpines vii. guillotine // ya di viii. gasoline // halsey ix. ready aim fire // imagine dragons x. iron // woodkid xi. hurricane // halsey xii. everybody wants to rule the world // lorde xiii. seven nation army // the white stripes xiv. remain nameless // florence + the machine xv. this is gospel // panic! at the disco || LISTEN


Snapchattin’ again
Part 1,2,3

For some reason, these ended up not as stupid as the other ones, they’re almost cute lmao


Klavier totally would

Some Lucio Headcanons

- He won’t judge people for their music tastes (tho he’s always mentally cataloging people’s preferences so he knows what they like/dislike).

- He’s always trying to get members of the team to play Rockband with him (“cmon guys it’s a bonding exercise”). He tends to fill in whatever roll is leftover (Hana likes to sing (she’s usually off key), McCree plays bass guitar (it’s the coolest instrument to play, ok?), Genji (when convinced to play in the first place) drapes himself over the couch and plays perfectly in expert mode guitar (with the kind of apathetic laziness that only a true pro could manage.)).

- Lucio likes to make music-video-style montages of their mission footage. He’s not very good at video editing though and tends to use all the shitty PowerPoint-esc transitions unironically.

- He also loves memes. He’s made almost twenty roundabout videos using battle clips.

- Back when he was a full time musician, he was a nightmare for his PR agents. He always tweets his mind (no matter the subject).


Ravenclaw Athena ♡

Imagining sequences, playing back visions by
Stereo air and fragmenting emissions
I’m lost and found in

The loneliest thing in the shape of a fist
That I wish I could bring in this bitter abyss
Is my petrified heart
Still pounding

Out on a balcony, reaching out to
Design this epiphany and what the sidewalks will do
And I just, in the processes through means to the end
It’s the glass-bottom vessel and depths that extend
To the space between us


Being Mycroft’s Daughter Would Include...

Originally posted by reichebach

  • Either being incredibly sheltered, or incredibly not as a little kid
  • When you were a baby Mycroft would show up to an important meeting with you strapped to his chest by one of these baby holder things
  • Athena would be your cool aunt that would taking you shopping to all the latest and most expensive shops in Europe, all on dad’s dime of course
  • Because of you, Mycroft and Sherlock would have a little less of a tense relationship
  • John is kind of like your older brother, cause he constantly rants to Mycroft about how his dangerous life that he leads will get you hurt
  • Mycroft telling him he always has a team of highly trained peoples protecting you
  • You’re his little girl, and even though your mom may have hated him, he loved you more than anything even if he didn’t always know how to show it
  • Molly would teach you all about science, it’s your favorite subject in school
  • Your relationship with Uncle Sherly is a little weird, you just sort of hang around him, at first he was a little annoyed with it, but then he saw you as someone he could teach
  • He started with the puppy dog eyes, which he’ll admit were pretty good on your own.

Why don’t you tell us how the reaction of the other gods to apollos punishment were?
Imagine Athena and Artemis arguing that this is completly unfair, Ares laughing his ass of and Hermes is almost crying becouse he is afraid that this could happen to him

It Is Just That Simple. I Love You.

Cody’s home


“Hi Athena, sweet baby girl.” Athena rubs up against Y/n’s legs as Y/n walks around the kitchen; stirring this, chopping that, adjusting the heat on the gas stove, discarding used cooking tools in the sink.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I can’t hold you right now. I’m cooking. We’re going to surprise your daddy. He’s on another one of those 14-hour days and we don’t know how well he’s eating…hahaha! No we don’t! Hahaha…okay, okay! I’ll hold you!”

“So….lovely Athena, we are prepping these meals here for your daddy. That way, he doesn’t have to worry about finding a full, healthy meal at Kraft services….not that their food isn’t delicious.” Y/n kisses Athena’s head, holding her with her left arm and stirring the sauteed vegetables with her right hand.

“Oh! And this… tonight’s dinner.” Y/n opens the oven and squats with Athena. “Broiled salmon with apple cranberry compote. Yes, I know you like fish too. Don’t worry, I saved you some plain fish that I will cook up for you so you can eat with him.”

Y/n finishes cooking and prepping. She puts the prepped food in the other fridge (yes, Y/n and Cody have two fridges because they take food prep very seriously…hahaha). Y/n keeps the salmon (even Athena’s) on low heat to stay warm and covers the apple cranberry compote so it doesn’t dry out. She washes, dries and puts away the cooking dishes so they aren’t clutering the kitchen. Y/n then walks around the house and takes one final look to see of she missed anything while cleaning earlier.

A day off is hard to come by for both Cody and Y/n. Two days off in a row was almost unheard of. This week, Y/n had two days off. Today was her first, so she took advantage of her time with just Athena spruced up the home. It was a normal thing for her…second nature. Her mom raised her to be tidy. Then Y/n got to thinking about how busy Cody had been lately….the “Teen Wolf” filiming days seemed to be getting longer and longer. Y/n and Cody both had to work hard every week, but it was a bit easier for Y/n to plan her meals. So she wanted to make it easier on Cody, too. Because she loved him. It was that simple. Y/n is a strong and independent woman, but she still enjoys blessing Cody. It wasn’t some women-belong-in-the-kitchen-thing. Y/n just really loved to show Cody in practical ways that she cares.

(buzzing)Y/n’s phone lights up with Cody’s name, or rather, her slightly embarrassing yet completely adorable nickname for him.

(text message) “Hey baby, I’m on my way home! Can’t wait to see you!”

Y/n smiles at the message and sends a short reply, not wanting to distract him from driving. “Oh crap! She notices a stain on her shirt from cooking earlier. Y/n goes into their bedroom to change her shirt. She pulls off the dirty one and uses a Tide to Go stick on the stain, draping the shirt on the edge of her laundry basket. She walks over to her side of the closet space (in her bra and cute, comfy sweatpants) and begins to look for a shirt. Music is playing softly so she doesn’t hear the bedroom door creak further open…

Y/n is humming to herself, running her fingers over the hangers….when a pair of muscular arms wrap around her waist. Y/n shrieks, causing laughter to shake through the body behind her.

“Did I scare you?” Cody chuckles as Y/n whips around to get a good look at her man.

“What do you think?” Y/n playfully squeezes his cheeks with her palms, making him have a fish face. Cody pulls her tighter to himself and kisses Y/n.

“The kitchen smells wonderful,” Cody says with a smile as their faces linger mere inches apart.

“Thank you. Dinner is ready, I just have to put on a shirt,” Y/n says, turning back around to her side of the walk-in closet.

Cody spins her back around. “No you don’t….”

“Hahaha….yes I do, you flirt. It’s kinda cold like this,” Y/n says, deciding to grab one of Cody’s long sleeve tees instead.

(loud meow)

“Sounds like Athena is hungry too…hahaha!” Y/n laughs and starts to walk out of the the closet.

“Not so fast!” Cody exclaims as he scoops Y/n up bridal-style, carrying her through the house to the kitchen while she laughs….and Athena is right on his heels.

The End

Originally posted by bonniebirdsgifcentre

anonymous asked:

Ohhhhhh I'm gonna give it a shot! Hanzo/Junkrat and McCree teaching his S/O how to use weapons? <3


“Your form is atrocious.”

“Well I did just pick up a bow for the first time an hour ago,” you deadpan, glancing over to Hanzo. He stood about a foot and a half away from you as you held the bow aloft.

“Concentrate,” he replied, moving your elbow into alignment. 

“Y’know that’s surprisingly difficult to do when you keep interrupting me every two seconds.”

“I thought you wanted me to teach you?” Hanzo continued to perfect your form, giving your legs a tap to remind you to move one back slightly more. You sighed, drawing the bowstring back a little farther. You weren’t going to lie, your arms were getting tired.

“Yeah, but this is getting ridiculous. When will I actually get to shoot an arrow?? I’ve been holding this pose forever!” you whined. 

“You will get to shoot when you are ready to shoot,” the archer quipped. “Until then I am too worried you’ll shoot someone’s eye out if you so much as get near an arrow.”

“…Am I really that bad?” 

Hanzo took a step closer, gently placing one hand over your hand that was holding the bow. He carefully guided your aim down and you relaxed your grip on the drawstring. With your bow at rest, Hanzo wrapped you in his arms, “You’re doing quite well actually. For a beginner.” 

You couldn’t help but feel a little patronized, “You are the worst,” you tease.


“So! There’s exactly two rules for using my frag launcher!” Jamie exclaimed, holding his weapon aloft, as if for you to admire it properly. “One, always remember th’ bombs go off after three bounces, aaaand two, never forget where you threw ‘em five seconds ago!” 

You glance over to Junkrat’s prosthetics. He catches your gaze and wiggles his eyebrows, “That was a lesson I learned the hard way!” he admits with a wild grin. 

“Now, there’s no better way to learn than to go ahead and do it yourself, so here ya go!” He handed you the frag launcher and it was surprisingly heavy to hold. “Now, go ahead and aim over there at that target I’ve set up!” 

It was… very obvious which one Jamie had set up. It was slightly off-kilter, sticking out of the ground at a 75 degree angle instead of the usual 90. 

You’re a bit nervous as you pull back the trigger, sending a grenade flying out. You completely miss the target, sending the bomb straight towards a wall. However it neatly bounces off the wall, against a crate, and, by some miracle, actually lands right at the base of the target. The poor training dummy is soon obliterated. 

“That was right beautiful,” Junkrat sniffs, placing a proud hand on your shoulder. “I couldn’t’a asked for anything better.” 

The explosion had sent small pieces of dummy flying across the courtyard and it appears there’s now a small fire where it used to stand. “Well, that’s great progress, but we, ah, really need to jet,” Junkrat winced, suddenly grabbing your arm and running.

“Jamison…. did you not ask permission to bring out your explosives to train today?” When you glanced back at him, his manic (though slightly apologetic) smile told you all you needed to know.


“Alright, so just aim it ‘n fire, nice ‘n simple.” McCree was a very… relaxed teacher. You honestly thought this whole ‘training session’ was just another ruse for him to get touchy. He currently had one hand on your shoulder and the other gripping the base of the gun with you. You were ninety percent certain his close distance would only make your aiming worse, but you had to admit it was nice to be up close with your favorite cowboy.

“And I know I take your breath away, but make sure to keep your breathin’ steady,” McCree adds wryly, blowing a small breath of air against your ear. He was being seriously distracting right now. “Try to take th’ shot right after you exhale.”

You try to shake off McCree’s less-than-helpful interference and glance down the sights one more time. With a slow exhale, you fire the gun. And miss the target by quite a distance, actually. 

“Very good,” Jesse purred. 

“…Were you even watching?” You roll your eyes. “I completely missed.”

“I dunno about that, darlin’. You appear to have shot me right in th’ heart,” McCree punctuated it with a brief kiss to your forehead. 

You can’t help but laugh, lowering the revolver. “Alright, alright, I’ll give you that one. You’re a real charmer,” you shake your head with a grin. “But maybe can I get a real lesson now?”


Surprisingly social-butterly Simon is quickly increasing as one of my favorite Blackquill headcanons. I’d like to imagine that in the six months between Gavin’s prosecutor debut and Simon’s incarceration, the two were actually pretty good acquaintances.