So many fandoms, so little time

and this species has never eaten salad before. and we show them salad and they eat it and they’re like holy living fuck this is tasty. and suddenly they’re offering us huge houses with all kind of advanced technological shit and incredible medical care and all the amenities and everything, with the only condition that we keep making salad for them.

and like, salad isn’t even hard to make. grab some plants, dump em in a bowl. it doesn’t have to be fancy salad, they’ll fall all over themselves for the most mediocre salad in the world. we can make so much salad that we’re practically drowning in it, even if we eat some of the salad ourselves. and in exchange we’re protected from danger, we have great living conditions, it’s basically paradise compared to life on earth

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the still waters.

Sure they had more minor criminals who did a bit of stealing and stuff but the islands were such a tight knit community people didn’t really do crimes because the social cost of being caught were too big.

Except this one guy who had schizophrenia. People weren’t afraid of him because he had never hurt anyone before until one random day he shot a politician with a harpoon.

The politician survived and the man went to prison where he did his time and for years after that whenever important people would visit the islands the police didn’t waste money on following them around, instead they sent one police officer to hang out with the harpoon guy for the day.

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Rumor and gossip rips through the Hades's realm, words whispered across every dark corner, words that have been spread once before.

Queen Persephone has left the underworld.

At first, Thanatos does not believe them. But Hades rages, the tale spreads, and he cannot find her in any of the three levels of Hades. It makes his stomach sink. There is precedent for Persephone leaving her husband, of course, but not her son. Not knowingly.

He slips into the Prince's Court, but knows as soon as he's there that it contains neither Zagreus nor his mother.

It's the surface next, because if she left she must have told Zagreus. She wouldn't leave him behind again, not when as far as she knows he can't follow her without suffocating on his own blood. Foolish and selfish he has privately thought their queen to be at times, but not cruel.

Finding the warm pulse of Zagreus's power among the mortals is easy now. He has to only feel for the steady thump of life brighter than any other god could produce. Like a heart pumping blood, Zagreus's power brings life to all those who sacrifice to him, who pray to him, protecting them from the might of Demeter's rage.

To find himself in the grandest of Zagreus's temples is no surprise, nor is at all odd to find him eating and laughing with his first priestess.

The roar and bang of what sounds like a war outside is, however, new.

"Zagreus?" he says uncertainly.

He brightens, giving a little wave. "Than! What's up?" A pause while he takes in the incredulous expression that Thanatos can feel on his face. "Mom and Grandma are fighting, don't worry about it."