was their mother a goddess or something

Am I Not a Witch?

Am I Not a Witch?

After all, a Witch is a woman, I read it all the time.

Most books are geared towards women.
Most rituals have the woman in mind.
Rarely do I see something with only the man in mind with the exception of
rites of passage.

The Witch celebrates her inner cycle with the waxing and waning of the moon.
She celebrates her maiden, mother, crone aspects and stages of her life.
She worships the Goddess by her many names and faces.
She does her invocations and honours Mother Earth.
She seeks knowledge.

I am a man.
I celebrate the waxing and waning of the moon.
I celebrate the seasons and cycles of my life though I do not menstruate.
I worship the Goddess, but also the God in their many identities.
I use magick when I need to.
I honour Mother Earth.
I too seek knowledge.

As many in the southern hemisphere I adapt what I find to my location more
so that in the north.
As many men do I adapt what I can to the male perspective.
There are many covens which exclude men.
There are none that I know of that exclude women.

I am not a warlock.
I am not an outcast.
I am a good member of society.
I am a pagan.
I am a Witch.

It has taken me a long time to come to terms with that.
I am not yet 100% there due to the sex based information I receive through
books and the internet.
But I have come to a realisation.
A Witch is not just a woman who does these things.
A Witch is a person who does these things.
Therefore I am a Witch.

Witchcraft and paganism are coming to the fore of late.
We are becoming more noticed as a group and/or religion.
So stick your hand up and say.

I am male, and I am a Witch.

May all the Gods shine on you.

by GreenMan Witch


Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Thoughts: An epic, heartbreaking Greek mythology love story and a stunning listen on audiobook.

Summary: Greece in the age of heroes. Patroclus, an awkward young prince, has been exiled to the court of King Peleus and his perfect son Achilles. Despite their difference, Achilles befriends the shamed prince, and as they grow into young men skilled in the arts of war and medicine, their bond blossoms into something deeper - despite the displeasure of Achilles’ mother Thetis, a cruel sea goddess.

But when word comes that Helen of Sparta has been kidnapped, Achilles must go to war in distant Troy and fulfill his destiny. Torn between love and fear for his friend, Patroclus goes with him, little knowing that the years that follow will test everything they hold dear.

Warnings: Proceed with caution ⚠️

Forcible rape tw, coerced rape tw, war/human sacrifice (*details/spoilers below)

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I’ve noticed this revisionist Greek myth is common wherein Persephone loves Hades and eats the pomegranate seeds in order to evade her overbearing mother, and that’s all well and good. You know, sometimes I’m in the mood for it and sometimes I’m not. But hear this: as long as we’re doing this, why is no one wondering whether Aphrodite might really love Hephaestus? 

Think about it. All the gods in their immortal splendor are lining up to marry her, doing everything in their power to impress her, the goddess of love and beauty, and she choses…that guy. A god in technical terms only, a social reject who’s ugly and malformed and um, no fun. Always slaving away in his workshop when everyone else is quaffing nectar and having their eternal beach party up on Mount Olympus. They can’t believe she’d give up all of them for that. 

So, because the gods do not take rejection well (looking at you Apollo), eventually they start to say to each other, well, we all know Zeus made her do it anyway. He’s gotta feel guilty for throwing Hephaestus off Mount Olympus that one time. And it quickly becomes that poor girl, stuck in that workshop full of sweat and dirt and cyclopses when she could have had one of us. Because of course they’ve got love all figured out; it’s entirely technical and dependent on who’s the most charming and good-looking and not at all variable and strange and notoriously unpredictable, right?

Meanwhile Ares, only the most arrogant and brainless of the crew, can’t take a hint and is still showing up wherever Aphrodite goes trying to hit on her, so eventually she and Hephaestus decide to rig up an elaborate mechanical trap for him, using her as bait. When all the gods have laughed at him for getting caught he huffily attempts to regain his dignity by telling them, whatever, guys, you want to know the truth, I was meeting her for an assignation. And they all kind of know he’s full of it but they just accept it as the unvarnished truth from thereon in, because they’d love to believe she’d cheat on Hephaestus with Ares. They’d love it. Come on, Aphrodite, get off your high horse and admit you’re just as shallow as the rest of us. 

So they talk, but Aphrodite doesn’t really care about their collective jealousy because she dotes on her misshapen genius of a husband with his sooty hands and his sweaty brow who always takes her seriously and is always so hard at work inventing astonishing new things to make her happy, and she loves the volcano they live in with its internal pressures so conducive to the formation of precious stones and its passages lit with glowing lava that so gorgeously offsets her cheekbones, and all the cyclopses worship her because even with one eye apiece they’ve still got more depth perception than most men do where she’s concerned. True it is that as a couple the two develop a reputation for not getting out much, because all those Olympian parties bore them to death and they’d rather spend time with each other (poor Aphrodite, she’s such a vivacious young thing and her husband is so grasping and insecure that he won’t let her go out and have fun), but they do all right. 

Something I just thought of:

Despite the Raven Queen saying she’s not calling Vax to come to her right fucking now, Vax is pretty wary of directly placing himself in her presence. He’s worried, despite how RQ has treated him so far, that if he goes to her temple he might be required to stay. 

My thoughts: What if this has something to do with Syldor? When the twins were kids, Syldor forcibly took them from their mother and made them stay in Syngorn. He was an authority figure in their lives who took them away from someone they loved and made them stay in a place where everyone looked down on them. 

Vax doesn’t really have a good history with authority figures. The Raven Queen, being a) a goddess and b) Vax’s goddess now, is absolutely a kind of authority figure to him. It would not surprise me if the reason he’s struggling with trusting her and believing she’s not going to steal him away from his loved ones, is because that’s exactly what Syldor did. It’s not something you get over easily. 

The 4th House

We become lost in life, deliriously wandering away from home, in search of love or purpose or a dream. Sometimes we feel abandoned and alone. And beyond all of this chaos and earthy desire there was a mother who unconditionally, and deeply loved you, has always loved you, and will always love you. The primordial mother. When you follow the compass that turns inward, guiding toward the inner divine that rests inside, there is the union between mother and child, the longing that you have always desired, the home something in your spirit has ached for. Those arms are the universe, and the wind her song that sings you to sleep. This mother-child bond is beyond all time and galaxies, thought or explanation, in any form this mother appears, an inner guru, a spirit guide, a goddess, or in material form, she emanates from a residence of purity and ultimate love, the sort of love that has been bound for  billions of years 


[art: “Moon Goddess Mother” by Lifeless Satellite]

Headcanons for the children of Nyx since there isn’t enough to satisfy my soul:

-Being children of the goddess everybody feared, even Zeus; the mother of Death and Deceit and Revenge and Distress and whatnot, they were usually feared and avoided. It just took people some time to realize they’re total cinnamon rolls (most of them).

-Their eyes would glow softly during the night.

-They’re most energetic during the night; most of their activities are during that time, which is why the other cabins can’t sleep properly, and they’d want to go and Nyx Cabin to complain or tell them off or something, but then they remember the harpies and decide to just use earplugs (the Hypnos Cabin doesn’t have a problem tho).

-They usually look like a bunch of Shadowhunters.

-They use shadow travel, but unlike children of Hades, whose shadow travel is full of crying ghosts and stuff, children of Nyx’s shadow travel is basically waves of the color midnight blue swirl around them with constellation shining all over the place.

-They’re good at using stars as navigation maps.

-They have night-vision.

-Their skin is really sensitive to the sun, which is why whenever a child of Nyx arrives at Camp, they’re provided with one.

-Children of Hermes, in fact, used this as a prank, sneaking stealthily into the Nyx Cabin and stealing all of their umbrellas and left one while the night demigods themselves have shadow traveled to the forest at night so that they wouldn’t be seen by the harpies. In the morning, the entire Nyx Cain had to huddle under one umbrella to reach the Dining Pavilion for breakfast, each one of them fighting the other for space.

-After hearing about Annabeth’s encounter with her cousin Magnus and his story, they decide they want to meet the guy called Blitzen and ask him for fashion advice so they can look stylish and avoid sunlight during the day.

-They mostly use Stygian iron swords, and sometimes silver ones.

-Their powers include umbrakinesis and lunakinesis.

-Besides manipulating darkness, Nyx’s children are capable of creating miniature stars with their fingertips (you need to be an older, more experinced demigod).

-Their cabin’s design is a small replica of the mansion of their mother, made out of black marble and encrusted all over the outer walls and the ceiling with white diamonds to represent constellations of stars that would glow whenever the moon’s light reflected off them.

-They have the ability to control dreams and enter other people’s dreams.

-They use this to try and make the demigods’ nightmares more tolerable.

-They also can explain complicated dreams and have a better understanding of the Oracle’s prophecies due to Nyx’s prophetic powers.

-They. Freaking. Hate. Hemera’s. Cabin.

-They’d always avoid them.

-But sometimes Nyx’s children would help a Hemera’s child who’s scared from the darkness of night or somehow got lost in the forest during the night and doesn’t want to get eaten by harpies.

-Also Hemera’s children would sometimes help a Nyx’s child who lost their umbrella.

-^both of these can be the beginning of a new realtionship between a child of Hemera and a child of Nyx, which would bewilder everyone, given the unstable relationship between Nyx and her daughter^

-Some of Nyx’s children would be able to merge into shadows, This power is usually discovered accidentally. Sometimes, the little kids who have this ability would panic and freak out when their hand or foot slowly becomes a shadow, but the older ones with the same ability would calm them down and help them get used to this power.

-Total fans of The House of Night series.

-Their motto/ favorite quotes: “Darkness does not always equate to evil, just as light does not always equate to good.” (basically their reply to whomever even tries to bullies them about being children of the goddess of “night and darkness representing evil” and stuff)+”Stars can’t shine without darkness.”

-Older demigods would sing a soothing lullaby for the younger children who can’t sleep during the night since they’re fully awake and energetic. Sometimes a child of Aphrodite will help to charm-speak them into sleep. (At some point they’ll need to sleep so they can survive the day)

-They grew poppies in front of their cabin with the help of the Demeter cabin.

-Demigod children of Nyx usually have very dark black hair and silver eyes that often look intimidating.

anonymous asked:

So I know Nyx is considered a jealous Goddess. So, would it be wrong to worship other Goddesses as well if I'm already worshipping her?

With only my experience to add to this question, I’ve found that, although jealous, Nyx is still loving. She is a mother with a temper if you will. I really only pray to her, but I’m sure it would be fine working with other goddesses, so long as you don’t just lump her in with them. Maybe do something special for her afterwards if you really feel worried about it. She might be a little petty and not talk to you for a little bit (I’ve learned that the hard way, hence I usually only pray to and worship her) but after some apologies and even the smallest offering of some sort (I aim for dark chocolate and usually only try and find poppies if I really messed up.)

But she’s still a kick-ass goddess to work with, and she’s shown me considerable kindness over the past 6 years.

nocturnal wix


“How are you this evening, my dear?”

“Very well. Only I wish you would not call me ‘my dear’.”


“Because it is what my father always calls my mother when he’s cross about something.”

“What endearments am I allowed?”

“Well, let me think. ‘Lizzy’, for every day. ‘My pearl’, for Sundays. And ‘goddess divine’, but only for very special occasions.”

“And what shall I call you when I’m cross. ‘Mrs. Darcy’?”

“No! No. You may only call me ‘Mrs. Darcy’ when you are completely and perfectly and incandescently happy.”

“And how are you this evening, Mrs. Darcy?”

anonymous asked:

1/2 in an interview with cuckoo review, sjm says somethings about wicca. I suggest looking at it, since she says some things in there. Here is a few quotes from it: "I still wanted to have an overarching Mother Goddess that rules over everyone else because Girl Power!" "In Heir of Fire there are witches, which is the closest to Wicca I suppose. They have a three-faced goddess."

2/2 And my favorite quote: “I actually got into Wicca when I was around seventeen. Some people genuinely follow it as a religion but I just go into it because I was a teenager and wanted to rebel. I didn’t actually embody any part of the religion. Basically I was a dipshit about it!” She also mentions Sorcha in it. The interview is basically about her writing, how she writes, her inspiration for her books and stuff. I think really shows what kind of person she is.

“because Girl Power! I LOVE GIRL POWER! I love girl characters with no agency, submissive to a toxic man!! GRL PWR!!” I love how she talks about things she doesn’t know. I mean the “I was a teenager and wanted to rebel” is so wtf??  

It wasn’t easy you know
being the mother of such a great hero

He was something every part of my being swore to protect
I  wish he had come with me

In my kingdom down by the sea
where I could have protected his heart

He might have too…
if not for you

You stumbled your way into his life
and became his center

I knew the minute I saw you I had lost my son
to a mortal no less

I had never seen him more enamoured with anything or anyone
not with all the wonders I showed him

He was my flesh and blood
but you made him human

You tell me you are made of memories
so tell me

Tell me of my son’s life
his loves, his woes, his sorrows, his laughter

He loved you more than life itself
so let us mourn him in love


“The Sea Goddess’ Lament”

An original post by epicgaygreeks (LivingTheOtakuLife)

I also love the fact that going by every elven legend we’ve come across, Mythal was the only one of the Creators with their shit together. 

Elgar’nan wants to destroy the world? Mythal’s not having it. 

Andruil is tainted by something that sounds suspiciously like the Blight and is going on an even bigger killing spree that usual? Mythal beats her ass down. 

Falon’din is going to war with pretty much everything and everyone because he thinks it makes him look like a badass? Well his mother just called, he’s grounded.

I’m pretty sure Mythal getting the position of goddess of motherhood had jack shit to do with having children and everything to do with the fact that she was basically trying to keep control over a group of overpowered screaming children.

sourbunny  asked:

Hey!! First of all, I love your blog!! Second of all, I remember a while ago someone had asked you if Hades ever had any children and I think you said he didn't/you weren't sure (i read it a loongg time ago so forgive me if I don't remember everything or get some things wrong) But don't Hades and Persephone have a child together? I forget her name but she's supposed to be the goddess of ghosts or something along those lines

You might be thinking of Macaria, who is mentioned in the Suda as being the daughter of Hades, although not of Persephone; her mother isn’t mentioned. In this text, Macaria is listed as the goddess of ‘blessed death’ (ie death that wasn’t caused by lame stuff like hiccoughs or cowardice). She’s not found in any other canons though, and is a very minor figure in the Suda, so it’s basically accepted that Hades and Persephone did not have children.

It’s also possible that you’re thinking of Mesperyian, who was invented in a 2009 fanfiction and was described as the daughter of Hades and Persephone. In this fanfiction, Mesperyian is given the title of goddess of pain and torture, and the story goes that Aphrodite was envious of her beauty and burned her face. However, I cannot stress enough that, despite the weird way the story has permeated Tumblr, it is fanfiction. Mesperyian does not appear in a single Greek myth. She’s, like, totally a poser. I discredited her here, but may end up doing a post in future about her, because so many people seem to think she was part of the pantheon when she wasn’t.

The more in depth post about Hades’ children in various canons is here, which discusses Zagreus as the son of Hades as well.

Star Wars Episode IX Ending
  • Ben Solo: How are you this evening, my dear?
  • Rey: Very well... although I wish you would not call me "my dear."
  • Ben Solo: [chuckles] Why?
  • Rey: Because it's what my father always calls my mother when he's cross about something.
  • Ben Solo: What endearments am I allowed?
  • Rey: Well let me think..."Rey" for every day, "My Pearl" for Sundays, and..."Goddess Divine"... but only on *very* special occasions.
  • Ben Solo: And... what should I call you when I am cross? Mrs. Solo...?
  • Rey: No! No. You may only call me "Mrs. Solo"... when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy.
  • Ben Solo: [he snickers] Then how are you this evening... Mrs. Solo?
  • [kisses her on the forehead]
  • Ben Solo: Mrs. Solo...
  • [kisses her on the right cheek]
  • Ben Solo: Mrs. Solo...
  • [kisses her on the nose]
  • Ben Solo: Mrs. Solo...
  • [kisses her on the left cheek]
  • Ben Solo: Mrs. Solo...
  • [finally kisses her on the mouth]

oh daughter of the dragon,
goddess of southern sea,
born red-faced with iron lungs
from your mother’s prayers and
chewed-up peonies,

they say you did not cry
for thirty days but at fifteen
silenced seas. go forth

riding nimbostratus horses and
look upon your knees at
two warriors fighting for your hand
under mount peach blossom’s trees.

yes, it’s true you were born quiet
but grew up loud in-between.
and when they told you to raise children,
you raised oceans in your voice no one had ever seen.

—  astagesetforcatastrophe, ode to mazu

The layered name meanings of the show only characters in Lucifer are amazing!

First you have Trixie, short for Beatrice, which is a straight up Divine Comedy reference. The person who leads a soul out of Purgatory and into heaven. It comes from the Latin for someone who makes others happy. But then her nickname also sounds like tricksy or trickster, clever for a kid who’s taking a few too many lessons from the Devil and his right hand. So we have a joyful, heavenly, mischief maker.

Chloe is from the Greek, it means ‘green shoot’ or ‘fresh blooming’. It stands for new growth and change. It’s also one of the names given to the goddess Demeter, a goddess of agriculture and plants, and also incidentally something of a maternal goddess. Everything about her name is about fresh beginnings, and growth, and about power. Her mother’s name, Penelope, is also Greek, giving us some nice continuity.

Dan, short for Daniel is the most biblical name of the lot. It means ‘God is my judge’, and refers to a major prophet in the story of the Jewish peoples’ time in Babylon. 'God is my judge’ works for a pragmatic character like Dan, who does a lot of shady things in the pursuit of what’s right but ultimately makes the right choices. 

The last names are interesting too. Chloe’s is German, for a roof maker or a roof or covering. Dan’s is South American. Both of them have a mix of languages in their names, contrasted with Malcolm who is super Scottish. 

It’s just all very interesting. 


“Because here’s something else that’s weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship—be it JC or Allah, be it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles—is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness. (…)
Look, the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful; it is that they are unconscious. They are default-settings. They’re the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that’s what you’re doing. And the world will not discourage you from operating on your default-settings, because the world of men and money and power hums along quite nicely on the fuel of fear and contempt and frustration and craving and the worship of self”

(this is water: some thoughts - commencement speech at kenyon college)

You are a WOMAN. 
Please wear this
with pride.
Scream it from the rooftops. 
Don’t let anyone
use this word
as something negative; ever! 

You are a goddess. 
Ancient cultures 
were praying to you, 
built you temples
and praised you 
like an intuitive being
that you essentially are. 

You are a fountain of life. 
You can carry a new life
within yourself, for months. 
You nurture it, 
form a bond with it,
and then gift it 
to the Earth. 

You are the embodiment of infinite love. 
A mother,
vulnerable and protective,
loving her children, 
above anything else. 
This love, intense and powerful
shapes the universe. 

You are the center of creativity. 
An endless inspiration, 
for poets and painters. 
Erasing borders, 
changing the world
with your spirit 
and strong will. 

You are an unstoppable force of nature. 
Using intuition 
as a compass
and determination
as a vehicle,
your way
is always forward.  

You are a WOMAN. 
Never let anyone
make you think
that this fact alone
isn’t good enough. 
You, are a WOMAN.

—  Poetic Moon Child (You are a WOMAN)
First Date, First Kiss

Drew never thought she would get a date with the hot Roman leader. Honestly she also never thought Piper would help her get date with Reyna. But yet here she was after on a date with Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, that Piper and Lacy set up.

The two of them were sitting awkwardly across from each other in a cute little LGBTQ+ cafe in Brooklyn. Drew grew up in this cafe pretty much.

Drew remembered her mother taking her here many times when she was a kid.

She glanced at Reyna. The praetor was blushing bright red and playing with a ring on her finger. It had the symbol of Reyna’s mother, the Roman goddess Bellona.

“So..uh nice ring.” Drew broke the silence. Normally she wasn’t so bad at talking to pretty people. But there was just something about Reyna that made her act like a…well not like herself. She felt like how she made people feel.

“Thanks. I got it from my mother.” Reyna said.

“Oh cool.” Drew smiled at her.

And again they sat in silence. Until the waiter came over. It was someone Drew knew. Abda Abad. Her neighbor, childhood friend and soon to be step sibling.

“Hey, Drew! And stranger. What can I get for ya?” Abda asked.

“The usual.” Drew said.

“Hot chocolate, a grill cheese sandwich, and an order of slutty brownies.” Reyna said.

“Okie dokie!” Abda smiled before walking away.

“So you come here a lot?” Reyna asked.

“My mortal mom takes me here a lot. She works here. And my soon to be stepmother owns it.” Drew said.

“So do you bring dates here often?” Reyna raised an eyebrow. Drew blushed. She never brought a girl here. Nor a boy. Or an nonbinary person. And technically she has never been on a real date.

“Nope. Most people are just hook ups. I never wanted to actually try to have a real relationship before.” Drew said.

“Before what?” Reyna asked.

“Before I uh first saw you…oh gods that sounded cheesy.” Drew buried her face into her hands. Gods she normally was good at talking to people.

“No..it was sweet.” Reyna chuckled.

“Really? Because normally I’m better at saying things and that was bad.” Drew said. She knew her face was probably super red.

“I don’t like lying so yeah really.” Reyna said.

Drew opened her mouth to say something, but Abda cane back with their food and drinks.

“Here you two go. Also Drew, your mom said that your girlfriend is pretty and looks like she can kick ass.” Abda said.

“I can kick ass.” Reyna said.

Drew beamed. Reyna didn’t say ‘I’m not her girlfriend.’

“…wait my mom is working today? I thought she had the day off.” Drew said.

Oh no. Piper and Lacy planned this didn’t they. Fucking bitches. Drew was totally going to get them back when she got back to camp.

“Yeah. Don’t know why though. She just smirked. And said a birdie told her it would be a good idea.” Abda said before walking away.

“I’m gonna kill Piper and Lacy.” Drew groaned.

“Don’t want your mom to meet the girl whose ass you’ve been staring at for weeks?” Reyna smirked.

“I-I-I…you knew?” Drew stared at Reyna’s face.

“You aren’t very discreet. And Piper told Jason who told me.” Reyna smiled.

Drew blinked at her. She was gonna kill Piper.

“You want to get a to go bow and maybe you can show me around the city?” Reyna winked at Drew.

Drew nodded and waved over a waiter she didn’t know and asked for a few boxes.

Drew smiled as her and Reyna walked by the old buildings of Brooklyn.

“So you grew up around here?” Reyna asked.

“Yeah. Where did you grow up?”

“San Juan, Puerto Rico, uh a spa and Camp Jupiter.” Reyna frowned. As if she didn’t like one or any of those places.

“…have you ever seen the musical West side story?” Drew asked.

“No? Why?”

“Well then on our second date, we can watch it on YouTube.” Drew said.

“Second date?” Reyna eyed her.

“You didn’t say you weren’t my girlfriend earlier.” Drew teased. Reyna smiled at her.

Then Reyna kissed her cheek.

“Uh…um…” Drew blushed. Gods this was so unlike her.

“Can I kiss you on the lips? I wouldn’t want to do that without your permission.” Reyna leaned in close.

“You can kiss me all day long if you want.” Drew whispered.

Reyna kissed her. Reyna’s lips tasted like chocolate. And cheese.

Kissing her was like dreaming. It was amazing. It was like dancing on a cloud.

Kissing Reyna was like Elysium.


Each of the Seven decided to have one tattoo to remind them of the battle they’d survived, something that wouldn’t fade over time and could always be seen.

-Percy and Annabeth each had an eye tattooed onto the insides of their wrists, to remind them of Bob the Titan and how to keep an eye on one another. Even in their sleep.

-Piper chose to have a dove put on her collar bone to remind her that even though her mother was the Goddess of Love, Piper didn’t have to be like her. Her father never said a word about the dove, just smiled and moved on.

-Hazel was hesitant at first, but Annabeth held her hand as she had a crystal ball tattooed on her shoulder blade to remind her that the past doesn’t have to be forgotten and the future isn’t always set. It was the only tattoo Hazel ever had.

-Jason, unsurprisingly, had a lightning bolt tattooed onto his chest. Right over his heart. But, the bolt was joined by a bow and arrow to signify Thalia. He told everyone that it reminded him of his family and birthright, but he secretly had it done so that he would never ever forget who he really was.

-Frank was the biggest shock. Percy had sat with his friend while the tattoo artist worked for over 3 hours. When he finally showed everyone, Frank wasn’t embarrassed, instead he was confident. He’d had all of the Seven’s names tattooed onto his back, as well as Reyna’s and Nico’s. Having grown up with a small family, Frank never wanted to forget that family didn’t end in blood. You choose your family.