I Have This Fic Idea That Came To Me At Midnight But What About A Modern Setting Where Apollo And Artemis

I have this fic idea that came to me at midnight but what about a modern setting where Apollo and Artemis are archery shop owners with an archery range to teach kids in the back. They rotate every week. One week you're greeted with a handsome twink with golden hair and the next you're greeted with the definition of "butch lesbian" just think about it. One week of literal sunshine "Hi! Welcome to Leto's Twins how can I help you today? If you're here for archery class Arty's in the back :]" One week of tired overworked "I cant deal with this anymore" "Hello. This is Leto's Twins. You've seen the sign. Archery class is in the back, taught by my little bitch brother." Just an entire fic of Artemis and Apollo being siblings and funny shenanigans Apollo: Arty I just found the most PERFECT guy Artemis: You said that about Commodus and he was the worst person to walk the earth. Apollo: He's different! I know it! Artemis: 'Pollo the only person so far I can think of that was a man and a good person was Hektor.

It is heartbreaking what just happened in Venezuela with the elections, especially with having to read people's opinions who obviously have never actually listened to Venezuelans or Venezuelans who are not connected to the government.

There were Venezuelans coming back after escaping the country just to vote, people getting rid of their fear to vote, my great-grandmother who needs aid to move went out to vote, all my family back home voted, and people all across the country went out to vote.

Some were not allowed, the military kept them out, and the military closed some voting boots, the law in Venezuela dictates that boots that still have people waiting to vote must wait for all to vote and then close, the law dictates that people are allowed to be on the room while the votes are being counted. None of that happened, boots with nobody waited to close past hour while boots with people were being closed, and people were not allowed in the room even though they were asking and demanding their right to be there.

People are protesting and risking their lives both yesterday and today, because the elections were rigged, and everyone in Venezuela is tired from their bullshit.

Please, please, please, don't say that the Venezuelan people chose Maduro, don't support whatever they say, even if they said they support Palestine, do you really want the support of someone who has destroyed their own country? ignore the needs and wants of their people? force people out of the country because there is no electricity, food, or medicine? I don't care where you fall on the political spectrum, THIS IS WRONG.

As a Venezuelan, I am crying and heartbreak for what just happened.

I feel like so much would change if Apollo had been camp director instead of Dionysus.

Danny moved in the Wayne Manor. It took them three weeks to notice.

Danny stranded in Gotham.

After a while he did something not really clever.

He was walking past the Wayne Enterprise building, a Taxi holds beside him. Told him Mr. Wayne sends them to drive him home. So he got in and they drove him to the Manor.

Tim was working that day, Alfred was driving Bruce around, so Bruce send someone to pick up Tim. But Tim didn't knew that and was working longer, he then just got back to the Manor with his bike.

Danny knew he should not be here but. Nobody is home, there are a lot of free rooms, so no harm in staying the night, right?

The next morning he wanders down already planning on what to say, but he just got some food.

When Mr. Wayne sees him he just asked how his Day was.

Danny realized after a few days that, people constantly coming in the Manor and going out to the point where no one knows who lives there at the moment.

People passing him often mistaken him for someone else.

Or thinking he was a new child of Bruce.

Danny wonders how long this will work, sometimes he even eats breakfast with them.

It took three weeks until Jason asked bruce:" where did you steal/adopt this one?"

Bruce:" I didn't adopt anyone recently, not since Duke." he is mildly confused and looks up from the paper, first time he really looks at the small teen at the table who just casually sits between the other who came to a Sunday brunch.

He then asks:"Who are you?"

Danny puts an whole pancake in his mouth before he says:"Il probably just leave."

@via-pantomime behold :D thought you'd appreciate a ping

The Burning Maze HURT so bad, but honestly the tragic irony of Jason's character, the way he was raised to sacrifice everything and everyone in the name of the mission, in the name of the honor of the legion, but he died protecting the people he loved. He chose to protect and chose to leave behind a legacy which was nothing like what he'd been born into. He died into a world numb from sacrifice and made it better, made Apollo PROMISE to change.

He's Jason Grace. He's awesome. And he deserves the world. <3

op I'm gonna fucking cry. I'm gonna.im gonna cry. The number of times I needed to put my head down and breathe before continuing is not countable what the FUCK whyyyyyyyyyy😭😭😭😭

The line 'as warm as his father promised with an agony he'd never mentioned' i legit gasped. Oh gosh, the gods truly believed that they were incapable of changing, but Zeus and Apollo's relationship begs to differ

What’s better Christmas present than a bit of angst huh?

When Apollo was young, not yet a year old, he was banished from Olympus due to his crime of murder. Gaea called for his head, but Zeus shielded him.

“I will not rule as my father did,” he said “The boy can learn, he can be better.”

Apollo was sentenced to exile. Nine years, though he was not told this. No, Apollo was certain that he had lost his chance to join his family in the heavens. His father had spared his life, and as penance he now had to stay on the mortal realm for all eternity, alone.

The young god made due with what he had. He wandered through the fields of Greece, tending to the animals he found along the way. He would sing, as light and clear as the birds, and mortals would flock to the sound. Apollo was never allowed to linger long, but he fell in love with that feeling of warm comfort mortals seemed to carry with them, that joy that he could never quite reach. When he could, he worked, often for little reward. He wanted another taste, another glimpse of a less lonely existence. So he became a shepherd, a soothsayer, a musician, always a few steps away, watching but never being.

One day, in the middle of the coldest months, Apollo was hired by a farmer in the Vale of Tempe. He had a large herd of cattle and was in desperate need of a someone to care for them. Apollo traveled through the backroads and forests, making his way to the valley. When he arrived, however, he found no farmer, and no cattle. Instead, a lone man sat at the base of the river that flowed through the vale. The water was near frozen over, but the man did not shake. Instead, he turned, and smiled wide.

“Apollon,” Zeus said, “Olympus has missed you.”

Apollo was shocked. Had his father truly come for him? He dropped into a low bow, too nervous for words.

Zeus chuckled, low and warm, “Rise, son. There is no more need for humility. It has been decided you have done enough.”

“Truly?” Apollo asked, “May I truly join you on Olympus?”

“You may join me at home, Apollo.” Zeus responded, “Your home. Come, we shall perform a rite of purification in these waters, and then you will ascend to your throne.”

And so the rite was performed, and Apollo was cleansed. As far as the rest of the world knows, the two immediately ascended to Olympus, to the glorious applause of the other members of the divine court. Apollo took his throne, next to his dear sister, and began his immortal duties.

But there was a moment, one moment, which was kept away in that sheltered vale. Once Apollo had been cleansed, he stood at the bank, waiting for the next step. Any demand his father asked of him, he would have agreed too. But Zeus held nothing over his head. Instead, he summoned a cloak of sheep’s wool, and placed it over Apollo’s shoulders.

“A gift,” he murmured, “The golden treasures you were born with will bring you glory, but this my son… I hope this will keep you warm.”

And Apollo believed, with all his heart, that he would never be lonely again.

Time is a cruel master. As years bled into centuries that bled into millennia upon millennia, Apollo realized that loneliness would be his most constant companion. He realized that the source of this loneliness, this suffering, would often be the very man that promised to keep him warm. The fire of his father’s hearth burned everything it touched, leaving Apollo with blistered hands and a scorched heart.

But he still wore the sheepskin. When the loneliness crept into his bones. When the lightning crackled across his limbs with a burning pain, as warm as his father promised with an agony he’d never mentioned. When all seemed lost to the ground and the dust. Apollo found that wool cloak and cast it over his shoulders. Even broken promises can bring some sort of comfort. Even old sheep’s wool can bring an illusion of warmth.

I was his child once. He used to love me.

If only the bite of a king’s cruelty could be chased away as easily as the chill of a winter’s day. The wool does nothing, and the loneliness remains. Apollo shivers, and goes to rest.