Reining Sun God

                               ☼ “May the words of your father follow you.” ☼  

☼ An independent Apollo from the Original Greek Myth (Percy Jackson Series upon request).  

☼ AU, OC, Multi-ship and Multi-muse friendly

☼ 10+ years writing experience, 7+ on tumblr.

☼ Semi-selective, font user. 

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“Your father’s actions speak loud. He’s self centered, prideful, a glutton for lust and such things.” A shake of the Gods head as light as the sigh that left his lips as Hades rested back against the throne of his realm. “No one can tell you if you are too much like your father, say for you, Apollo. If you think you’re to much like him then you’ll be the only one of us who can change that.”

☼ The young god only could find himself smiling at this prospect. “I suppose you are right. I can be who I choose to be. I don’t have to follow directly in his steps. Though even I know that if his rule was to fall, the reign would not pass to me. His banishment on you would lift and you and Poseidon would be first in lineage for this.”

Though whether or not this was true, he was not certain. He just had the feeling that it would not be him if both he and his step-mother fell from their place. Though he frowned after a moment, and after having a moment of silence, he did grant this; “I have knowledge of any and all written poems, though I kept close to the ones closest to home. Aunt Persephone loved you. And I know that. I’ve seen the writings myself. But I am also all knowing of future event.”

There was another pause before continuing. “-I foresaw things. I see all waking moments of my existence. I should have warned you. It would have been against my father, but I should have told you what he was planning of her. Hera may have had me sentenced to a century of mortality, gods know, gods all know. I know the right and the wrongs and yet I have failed. While all is twisted, we all are family...and we all should not be subjected to such ignorance.” He admitted, shaking his head. 

       “I’m doing okay. But in all honesty, pretty tired,” She puffed her cheeks up like a chipmunk in some goofy expression. “I’ve been running literally all day. I stopped to pet a cute dog, of course. But other than that, running nonstop! It’d be nice to slow down a bit.” The puffed cheeks turned into a pout, and Iris plopped herself onto the floor. No chair necessary. 

      This was business as usual for her. Letter after letter after letter, making sure Iris-messages were going through. As a minor goddess, she always felt like she was treading on delicate feet around the other gods– one misstep around the Olympians could be dangerous; she knew that from her own mythology. Apollo and Dionysus were fun, Artemis was calm, but Hermes was the only one she felt safe around. 

       Indeed, this was detectable in her eyes– she watched the god closely out of her side vision, all while putting on an excellent pretense of feeling carefree with loose posture. Usually, Iris was carefree, so playful and cheerful, but being around the Olympians made her a bit stressed. 

      “How’re you, then? The world of poetry treating you well? –Ha!”

☼ The god chuckled to himself. “Poetry, the sun upon so much more- I feel like I am going faster than Hermes himself with how little I see anyone else much less take the time to rest. I used to be nothing more than a ball of energy. Not to say I cannot still be. Ah, but I have had to slow down as I have started to listen to the mortals more carefully and transmit the oracles in timely manner.”

Came and went like headaches really, though, by the end of the day, he could at least be mostly satisfied with his work. “Hm, of reminds me.” He noted, assuring all of the paperwork was settled before standing- well over the little goddess’ head. While there was a cluttered mess of his “workspace”, he seemed to know where all was, and so took no time to pull out a small bundle of rolled scripture.

“I have predicted the mortal’s next century; do see that the worshipers of the highest praise find these, yes?” They loved to find hidden treasures, and with so he was sure that she would hide them quite easily. “They will preach the next oncomings as they find your hidings.” Some new, some old; droughts, storms among so much more. 

“Okay.. honestly, I have no idea how you went from this topic to Hera banishing you from the Olympus. Like, for real, aren’t you a bit melodramatic now?” the brunet male asked, and raised his eyebrows when he also slightly tilted his head. He needed to admit that it wasn’t he best idea but would it lead to Apollo being banished from Olympus? He hardly believed it. “And, if you, or we, get into trouble, just tell the truth that I am the one behind this idea. I’ll take all the blame.”

Getting in trouble was in his blood but so was also getting out of them. He was famous for the story where he stole Apollo’s cows but what he got as an punishment from that prank, as he wanted to call it instead of calling it a theft. He only needed to apologise and give his invention, the lyre, to him, and that was it. Of course he had been an infant back then but he also had been an infant who had kept insisting that he was innocent, and he had no idea his half-brother’s cows would be.

“If I wanted to do this with Athena, or with someone else, I would have asked them,” Hermes pointed out as for him, it was obvious that he wasn’t going to run between many people, just to find out which one them would like to do this with him. However, he sighed again, this time letting his shoulders fall a bit lower than they were before. “But okay, if you don’t want to do this, I’ll ask someone else. Artemis probably would do this, especially when she hears that you are too afraid to do it. At least she’ll get something to mock you for a while.” Was it low to use the possible sibling rivalry to get something what he wanted? Probably, but he known for his ability to trick people, and he was manipulative, not that he liked to mention about it to many people.

☼ “Hey, hey, I resent that. I am the king of bad ideas. Bros before hoes.” Though the god stopped. He did anything possibly to keep his sister from any man touching her. “Er- well, wait, Artemis isn’t...still. Point made.” He hoped. 

“I just didn’t want to be harped by my step-mother because I hurt one of her precious babies. You have heard her rants. Pretty sure even uncle Hades can hear it in the underworld. Otherwise, if it’s a race against the chariot you want, then by all means, it’s not my funeral. I’m just driving, it’s the pegasi you are racing.”

Though this brought a smirk. “And if you can’t beat a few old horses, then dude, that’s a new low record.” Because beating highest points were seemingly easy for him. They always were. Though the mortals had created “video games”. He wondered if he could be beat in that. Not the highest priority.

☼ “Eradicate the homes! Tear the families apart and weed out the weak!” The Romans had overthrown the Spartans with ease. The land was now conquered. The weak were to be killed with the soldiers of the land, and women and children separated from the rest. They would build even more of an army under powerful force labor, and those of power would become lower than slaves- and yet spared.

"The night is pretty,” she murmured in her own tongue. Never had she met her aunt, but hopefully one day she would. Same with the other gods and goddesses of Olympus. It wasn’t a big deal if she didn’t. There was no complaint from her, considering some stories she had managed to hear around camp.

Nozomi looked away  and reached out to touch the nearest branch of a tree with her finger tips, stealing a leaf from its stem. The night was calm at the moment, which only meant one of two things: things were about to get worse, or it would stay calm, at the risk of suspence. Whichever was fine by her. Rubbing the leaf between her fingers, her pace slowed slightly as her gaze traveled towards the starry sky. “Have you ever thought if your roles were switched with Artemis - where you ruled the night instead?” It was an interesting concept, at least to her.

☼ “No, my dearest daughter. The night is exotic, alluring, awe-inspiring. However, I have a firm job as the Prince of my own father’s kingdom. And some things are not meant to be traded lightly. My dependence is for only your, and the rest of the mortals, with the rising sun. With no sun there is no food, and a banishment of human life. All living would become exiled.”

I have not meant to be away so long. I am so glad to see that my numbers only rose in my absence. I just....feel like my Apollo does little to nothing on his characterization. I may keep him, I may not. I don’t know as of yet. I have not even been outside of a few fandoms lately. My active 8 blogs turned to 2, save of course check ins here and there. I will try again to remember to get on Apollo and try again to write him, though I fear that I am anything but a writer for Apollo, especially for the Percy Jackson fandom aside the general myth. 

☼ “Some may say no, others may say yes. A mother’s love is sometimes more powerful than anything else that we could create ourselves and yet at times goes unappreciated. Ah, I remember how my mother used to rub dirt from my face, or in other instances scold me when I had broken one of her many vases, but no less, she always seemed to stay around for me. And sometimes I never do quite enough in return.”

FIVE (5) THINGS YOU’LL FIND IN MY BAG:

My little red wallet, FILLED with coins and single one US Dollars

My cellphone

My chunk of green Adventurite, “The stone of opportunity” for good luck.

Two small house keys, my mother’s car key and a red emergency whistle on a clipable keychain

Occasional snacks, IE Wether’s caramels and other hard candies, maybe a pack of crackers.

FIVE (5) THINGS YOU’LL FIND IN MY BEDROOM:

My Dell Inspiron 15

My dresser, three filled with clothes and one being a snack dresser.

A closet that is partway filled

A separate table for my kurig, which I use for teas, or make the instant ramen.

Two different air plants hung up on an old necklace holder.

FIVE (5) THINGS I ALWAYS WANTED TO DO IN LIFE:

Become a massage therapist since the age of seven.

To actually have a filled life with both my parents involved without conflict.

Own my own personal florist shop

Anime cons with the ability to cosplay

Become a writer, more particularly for dialogues for video games, movies and more.

FIVE (5) THINGS I AM CURRENTLY INTO:

Writing. Mostly with PJO, but Writing overall. 

Snuggling my Great Dane.

Plant biology.

Learning, or re-learning languages.

Mixed art

FIVE (5) THINGS ON MY TO-DO LIST:

Drafts

Prepare for the Spring semester of the freshmen year of Uni.

Actually use the shit I got for Christmas.

Get over whatever the hell I have.

Actually leaving my house and explore more, besides working out for the new year.

FIVE (5) THINGS YOU MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT ME:

I’m pansexual and panromantic, with a preference to women, though have dated trans and cis-males as well.

I have three younger siblings, one of which has a tumblr, which I am nit sure if she keeps up with. I am the oldest of four girls, with a 8 1/2 year difference from the next oldest and 14 years on the youngest. 

I have accidentally set off airport bleepers at my local airport because I still have a titanium place in my head from some thankfully cured childhood cancer, which has been cleared for almost 4 years this next coming year, as of January 13. 

I can sense weather pressure changes in headaches, which forces me awake with rain, sleep more with heavy snow and even seize up with tornado activity; as well as felt the pressure from an English hurricane all the way in the midwestern state of Minnesota, US.