#incorrect lore olympus
Mortals, inside Demeter’s temple: Thank you for pre-slicing oranges for us. You didn’t have to and you did anyway and that was cool of you
Persephone: I’m fine, thank you for asking! But recently there’s been a darkness growing within me
Zeus: You played me like a fiddle!
Apollo: Oh no, Father. Fiddles are actually quite difficult to play. I played you like the cheap kazoo you are.
Persephone: I am one hell of a woman and you should be fucking terrified of me.
Hades: It actually pisses me off sooooo much when people are like, “ohhh but if I hurt or kill the bastard who made my life and others’ a living hell, I’m just as bad as they are!” Like grow up and shoot him, what are you, catholic.
Persephone: “But I’m too good to kill anyone :-(” I’m not, give me a gun.
Persephone: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health!
Hades: That’s why I also bottle up the positive ones!
Hades, texting: Honey, I’m sorry, I’m running a little late at the station. I’m going to be about half an hour late to our date.
Minthe, who forgot the date entirely and is rolling out of bed: You always do this!
Minthe: Are you seeing Daphne?
Thanatos: What? Do you think she’s not my type?
Minthe: I didn’t think she’d lower her standards.
Hades: Are you a cuddler?
Persephone: I’ve killed multiple people. I’m a machine of death and destruction.
Hades:…
Persephone: Gods, yes, hold me please.
Zeus: Are we doing anything today?
Hera: Spending time with the family.
Zeus: I meant anything that matters.
Hermes: We all have our demons.
Hermes, grabbing Thanatos: This one’s mine!
Hades: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life.
Zeus: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?
Hades: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, and beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried long after I die.
Poseidon:edible
Zeus: Well well well, if it isn’t my old friend: the dawning realization that I’ve fucked up bad.
Zeus: I can’t believe you and Persephone broke the bed last night!
Poseidon: Must have been a wild night.
Hades: Haha… yeah…
[Last night]
Persephone: Bet you can’t jump high enough to touch the ceiling!
Hades: Try me!
Artemis: *passionately yelling at someone*
Artemis: *accidentally wacks Persephone over the head*
Artemis’ mind: trying to decide between “I’m fucking sorry” and “are you okay”
Artemis: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY
Persephone, choking back tears:w-why?
Artemis: *internally panics forever*
Persephone: *arguing with someone* fight me!
Hades: *behind her holding a knife*
Hades: *mouthing* don’t.
Hades: So, apparently the “bad vibes” I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress.
Hades: *carrying a bath bomb, a pink lemonade, and a handful of cosmic brownies toward the bathroom*
Persephone: *raises an eyebrow*
Hades: *glares* Don’t judge me.
