OLYMPIAN GODS in HADES II

In the name of Hades! Olympus, I accept this message!

Hades 2 looking great

Are you as excited for Hades II as I am? Supergiant really hyped us up with the tech test stream -- I can't wait to go on a whole new journey with Melinoë!

Here's Hades 2's Apollo to light up your timeline :)

THE GAME IS SO GOOD.... WE'RE SO BACK....

Every new characters in Hades 2

: Dreams are hardly considered mere dreams for demigods, they can hold signs of the past, present, and even future. dreams are very important

Meanwhile Percy’s dreams:

Hephaestus is here as well!

And just in case you missed my reblogs

Hestia, Apollo, and Arachne are here too

I came into the livestream late so there might be more I missed

But as usual, Supergiant's art department is doing the work of the gods

I'm very excited to see what relationships get elaborated on in the game. As a treat, have a Hermes and Apollo (who has long since forgiven him for stealing his cows, I'm sure, since he got a sweet lyre out of the deal). Some of their domains overlap.

BRO. I was in the shop thinking to myself "it would be nice if I could get some honey to offer Apollo," and then my eye caught on a local honey display. There's this beautiful jar of creamed honey with cinnamon that looks absolutely delightful. I think "hey, that looks perfect," and I look at the label.

The label reads "Aristaeus creamed honey"

ARISTAEUS AS IN THE HELLENIC GOD OF BEEKEEPING??? ARISTAEUS AS IN THE SON OF APOLLO?????

Burned incense for Apollo outside (I cannot burn anything in my room due to my pets, including scentless or wax)

why is everyone obsessed over romeo and juliet when the holy trinity of gay tragic lovers exits!? like alexander the great, achilles and apollo didn’t lose hephaestion, patroclus and hyacinthus for everyone to forget about them!! like they’re the same but one is a myth, the other is a book, and the one that was real

Apollo: This ain't Texas...

Hermes: Ain't no hold 'em...

Athena: Cowboy Olympians.

Can't wait for the Apollo/ Artemis duo boon

Someone: i think i’m in love with Apollo

Artemis: as in my twin brother Apollo ?

Someone: yes .. any thoughts ?

Artemis: and prayers

Artemis: you’re going to need them

so close to the end, so have this snippet.

"Hektor." Apollo tipped his cup and took a sip, gaze falling onto the gleaming nectar within. "Even if I hadn't known him before I came to glory in him for these past years, I always would have. But I've known him since he was a child - he and a companion of his were born on the same day as I call my own, the day my divine mother and sister brought me into the world when Eileithyia had finally been appeased and lured away from her mother's side. Polydamas I gave the clear-sightedness of knowing the paths and signs of birds and omens, for that was a fitting gift for the son of a priest of mine. Hektor I needed time for; before Kassandra and Helenos, the closest that family has brought out in augurs were Priam's oldest."

Pausing, Apollo cocked his head, glancing up to meet Hyacinthus' gaze. There was a curl of amusement in the corner of his.

"Perhaps I became too fond of listening to that child as he grew, for he was an ardent worshipper in the connection of our shared day of birth, and I could still find no fitting gift than my continued attention. He was earnest and gentle, someone I could see would be, and quickly became, a defender both of what I'd helped build and what was housed within. No great skill at the lyre or with poetry, and he preferred other weapons than the bow, but his company was… soothing."

"Soothing?"

Only part of this was what Hyacinthus had expected to hear. Even the parts he'd expected fitted ill to what he'd expected would be the whole those parts would fit into. He'd overheard Apollo talk about Admetos, about Kassandra, and Helenos. Knew how Apollo talked about him, both to him in their bed and to others. But there seemed to be no desire at all as he spoke of Hektor, though fondness was the beating heart found within each and every syllable.

"Soothing," Apollo agreed, taking another sip. Briefly, his expression was an open wound. "Not a son, not a lover, and I needed not be either of those things for or with him - I can see what my dearest sister find in companionship with her girls. He was a warrior, but a gentle one, and even before the war I'd begun to give him what I knew would serve him best, though it's a role I haven't exactly embodied until recently."

Apollo, not the poet or the hunter or even the plague bringer, but the rouser of armies.

Apollo of the bow, not in play or in search of sustenance, but the gleaming edge of bronze of an arrow nocked to find the heart of a man, a sword swung to kill, a spear thrown. Stormgod of the army, as the Trojans called him. In relief, in need, though not, as far as Hyacinthus had been able to tell, because of the hostility of Pallas Athena the sacker of cities, nor that of the more uncertain support of bronze Ares.

"So you gave him a helmet, with your own hands," Hyacinthus said slowly, thoughtful and understanding both, reaching out to stroke Apollo's knuckles of the hand he had clutched, and far tighter than it appeared by sight alone, around his kylix.

"I gave him a helmet," Apollo agreed, and threw back almost the whole contents of his cup in a single swallow.