#a message from hestia

[crimsonsongbird]

YOUR HOME: A Message from Hestia

"As the dark begins to creep in And you start to feel cold within, Know there's nothing I wouldn't do To help take care of you. When you feel like there is no room to grow And there is no love left to know, You needn't even knock on my door For this home is already yours. As the fire inside begins to dwindle And you can't find the inner strength to kindle, Know that you have a place by my fire And together we shall reignite and inspire. When you feel like all hope is lost And you can no longer afford the cost, O' sweet child, you needn't hide For you always have a place by my side. As the nights grow colder And you start to feel older, Know that you are never alone For this place is your home."

#a message from hestia #hestia deity #hestia #devotional poetry #devotional writing #my poetry #my work #my writing #crimsonsongbird

[elysiums-gardens]

I wish I could do cool dream analysis but the last time I had a dream that felt like it actually meant something, when I woke up I immediately thought "wtf did that mean?? I need to write this shit down" and then immediately passed out without writing shit, and promptly forgot everything.

#im pretty sure it was some message from hestia or hera based on how i felt about it but like.. #i have no idea about anything else lol

[choicesmaychallenge24]

MAY 2024 PROMPTS

Have fun! Take liberties! Be weird!

Playlist Inspo

SPOTIFY || YOUTUBE

Deity Inspo

(extensive list of Dieties can be found here)

Zeus

Power, Oak tree, unfaithful

"Statistically, you've got better chances being struck by lightning"

Hera

Marriage, revenge, peacock

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"

Poseidon

Ocean, earthquakes, horses

"stormy eyes"

Demeter

Wheat fields, middle child, poppy

"...moods that changed like the weather"

Apollo

Harp, medicine, prophesy

"...like they were the sun"

Artemis

Wilderness, moon, archery

"lets go lesbians, lets go!"

Ares

War, strength, hated

"Don't be a boar"

Athena

Wisdom, strategy, owl

"You're giving me a headache"

Hephaestus

Inventive, disability, overlooked

"...Like a volcano about to erupt"

Aphrodite

Pearls, swan, passion

"You know ___ is an aphrodisiac"

Hermes

Guide, messages, travel

"That's just an eloquent way of saying, 'fuck you.'"

Hestia

Home comforts, Eldest Daughter problems, gentle

"Sometimes a family is (insert found family here)"

Dionysus

Wine, celebration, mania

"I heard it though the grapevine..."

Nyx

Mysterious, rest, starlight

"Goodnight, My Love"

Hades

Rich, death, responsibility

"who's a good puppy?"

Quotes

"You wish to be considered righteous, but not to act with justice." (Eumenides)

"Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish." (The Bacchae)

"Isn’t it delightful to forget how old we are?" (The Bacchae)

"I was born to join in love, not hate - that is my nature" (Antigone)

“I have no love for a friend who loves in words alone.” (Antigone)

“Have you ever been struck by a sudden desire for - soup?” (The Frogs)

Dionysus [doing everything wrong], "Like that?" (The Frogs)

“If you try to cure evil with evil, you will add more pain to your fate.” (Ajax)

“Which would you choose if you could: pleasure for yourself despite your friends, or a share in their grief?” (Ajax)

“I ask this one thing: let me go mad in my own way.” (Electra)

"Oh, it is easy for the one who stands outside the prison-wall of pain to exhort and teach the one who suffers” (Prometheus Bound)

“In childbirth grief begins.” (Medea)

"I'll take care of you."

"it's rotten work."

"Not to me. Not if it's you." (Euripides)

“Love, stealing with grace into the heart you wish to destroy, love, turning us blind with the bitter poison of desire, love come not my way. And when you whirl through the streets, wild steps to unchained rhythms, love, I pray you, brush not against me, love, I beg you, pass me by.” (The Love of the Nightingale)

“There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.” (The Odyssey)

“Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.” (The Odyssey)

"Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again." (The Iliad)

FASHION INSPO

From Dolce & Gabbana

STORY INSPO

Many of these stories have different tellings and variations, embrace whichever version you most enjoy.

Echo and Narcissus (painting) (story)

Pandora's Box (painting) (story)

Arachne (painting) (story)

Hades and Persephone (painting) (story)

The Gorgon Medusa (painting) (story)

Cygnus (painting) (story)

Theseus, Ariadne, and the Minotaur (painting) (story)

Daedalus and Icarus (painting) (story)

Eros and Psyche (sculpture) (story)

Orpheus and Euydice (painting) (story)

Myth of Sisyphus (painting) (story)

Cassandra (painting) (story)

The Fates (painting) (story)

Atlas (sculpture) (story)

[silverbirching]

Hestia, Hera and Our Boy Apollo

So three of the Olympians didn't appear in Hades, and boy do I have some opinions about it!

Hestia not appearing--except as one of the aspects of the Adamant Rail--makes sense for a couple of reasons. For one, tallies of the Olympians generally feature her OR Dionysus, but not both. It's one of those 'common knowledge' things that she stepped down to allow for Dionysus' ascension but that's not reflected anywhere in the mythology, to my knowledge. Plus, as Goddess of the Hearthfire, she might be a little ambivalent about helping someone specifically abandon their home and their responsibilities to their kin. Even if their home is actual, literal Hell and their kin kind of suck.

Hera also makes sense based on her characterization; I can imagine her being far too busy to devote any energy to some cthonic welp and his daddy issues. What I wanted (maybe a message from Hermes) is a throwaway line about how Hera would love to help you out, boss, but she's got a really full schedule tormenting this cow her husband had sex with and really can't find the time.

Zag: Er. Hermes: Look boss in his defense it was a very sexy cow. Zag: ... what's a cow?

Apollo, though? Look up at the top of this post. Look at the stories about him in the mythos. You wanna tell me that twinky trash heap of omnisexual drama-farming wouldn't be ALL OVER THIS!? The literal GOD of not ever knowing when he's not welcome?

Imagine the sniping, when he and Artemis have a double boon. Imagine the flirtation. Imagine Hades' reaction when you use a fully charged Apollo Call during the final boss fight.

Zag: APOLLO! Apollo: HERE COMES THE SUN! Hades: ... Hades: ... Hades: ...THIS BITCH?!

But REALLY, seriously, what I'd want most of all is: one, Apollo hardcore flirts with Zagreus, and two, literally everyone in the game roasts him about it.

Thanatos: Zagreus I don't want to tell you how to live your life but I've escorted four of his lovers to the underworld. Zag: That's-- Thanatos: So far. Zag: ... Thanatos: This month.

Hermes: I dunno boss I think you should tell him you don't fancy him and then turn into a tree LAWL Artemis: NO NO NO Ask him if he wants to play Frisbee :D! [Artemis and Hermes exchange windmill high-fives]

So long story short, I'm very excited to see what this absolute garbage deity gets up to in Hades 2, and I hope Zag's little sister brings some idiot repellent (it may also function as pepper spray).

#hades 2 #hades game #greek pantheon #hades 2 speculation #garbage deities #seriously look at that asshole #spoiled bottom energy at ten thousand percent #radiant apollo #I have been informed I forgot about some dude named Hephaestus #and it's like whom #if there was another olympian I think I'd know about it #unless he's off in a basement making giant robots or something

[nerdygalsmustlive]

Things from the books that I need to see in the Percy Jackson show! Warning spoilers if you’ve not read the books.

Disney not canceling this after one season

Iris messages! I just think they are so clever and very immersive.

If Percy doesn’t fight Ares I’ll scream. That was just iconic to me.

More dream stuff. The fact that Demi Gods can always get a glimpse of fate is really important in the books.

Zeus telling Percy he will shoot him out of the sky next time he flies.

Mr. D never getting Percy’s names right.

Dodgeball with the Lastrygonian giants. That was one of my favorite chapters in The Sea of Monsters.

Grover in a dress!

All the sheep 🐏🐑🐏🐑

The empathy link!

PARTY PONIES

The white streaks in Percy and Annabeth hair from holding up the sky.

Thalia being scared of heights.

In the same vein more Percy being scared of drowning.

Ares being whipped by Aphrodite. Seriously her sending him to get Percy then standing outside while she talks to him is so good to me.

Bianca and Percy having a moment before she goes into the automaton. Like a real heart felt one because that is the loss of innocence point for sure.

Rachel - enough said

Dr. Chase - enough said

Nico’s freak out at the end of titans curse because that was just so epic the leave us alone thing ugh I want to see it. Also I can’t wait to see Nico and Bianca in general.

Satyrs hyped up on Coffee!

The labyrinth in general is going to be so good. Like that’s my favorite book so I want to get there more than anything.

The Triple G Ranch and honestly I’d like to see Matthew Mcconaughey play Eurytion.

Percy learning he can use his abilities away from the water.

Mrs. O’Leary my beautiful amazing perfect baby girl.

Calypso because we need the moment where Percy learns that the gods just discard people. Also it helps him humanize Mr. D a little bit more.

Nico apologizing because it shows that Hade’s and his kids aren’t villains and I just think that is so very important.

Beckendorf and Silena are so important to me they deserved better but it’s okay. I think everything that happens with them in Last Olympian has such amazing and perfect impact. I could go on for hours about this.

Hestia because I love her. Before I read the books and knew the basic principle I wanted to be her child. I still do but I really love the way she was treated in this book. So good.

Annabeth saving Percy without knowing!!!

I want a moment similar to Endgame when everyone comes out to stand against Thanos with the Hunters when they come to help in New York.

Sally and Paul fighting!!

The Ares vs Apollo cabin fight. Honestly I think that was so good. Because it gave us a way to feel like Percy was going to fail. And it showed Clarisse’s fatal flaw.

Speaking of that I want more fatal flaw stuff.

Finally I want the moment when Ares shows approval of Clarise. That moment got me. Honestly I am a Clarisse stan.

Over all I’m just ready for more episodes of this show.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv show #pjo #pjo series

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

I WROTE SOMETHING

Based off this post by @made-by-moon because it's stuck in my brain xoxo

Emmeline burst through the door to the break room, sending Benjy and Hestia jumping a mile. Not that she cared, she was too excited for that.

"Guys! Guess who just walked in?" She asked, barely leaving enough time for a response. "Sirius! Sirius is back!" Benjy gasped, Hestia's eyes widening.

"Alone?" Benjy asked slowly, and Emmeline could feel the apprehension in the room.

They all remembered what had happened last time.

Emmeline had been looking forward to Sirius' appointment for weeks. They had designed the tattoo together, and Emmeline was proud as fuck about how it had turned out. Also, everybody was waiting to see what was going to happen between Sirius and his 'platonic best friend' Remus Lupin.

Sirius had brought Remus to every tattoo he had gotten at the parlour since he had turned 18. From the moment his hand reached out and grabbed Remus' from the chair, so harshly that his knuckles were turning white and Remus literally winced, everybody knew that there was something going on between them. Sirius had heart eyes for the man, and Remus did nothing but admire Sirius whenever he wasn't looking. From then on, they all waited in bated breath for the day that the two of them started dating.

Until Sirius walked in alone that fateful day, offering Emmeline a half hearted smile.

"Hey!" She started enthusiastically. "We can wait for Remus before getting started." He shook his head, confusion washing over Emmeline.

"S'alright, he's not coming." He answered with a shrug. "Let's just do it."

As much as Emmeline was desperate to know what had happened, she knew how to get people to open up, waiting patiently until the right moment.

"I loved your concept for this. Most fun I've had designing a tattoo in a while." She started. Sirius, who had his free hand gripping the chair for dear bloody life, smiled.

"Yeah, I- I've been really excited for this one." He said back, wincing slightly as Emmeline worked.

"Mm, did you come up with it yourself?" She asked calmly, expertly.

"Nah, Remus helped me."

"Ah, right. Is he waiting for it to be done to see it for the first time?" She asked, eyes not lifting from the needle.

"He's- he's on a date." Sirius answered, deflated. Emmeline's eyebrows raised almost involuntarily, lifting the pen and looking straight at him. Remus 'you're doing great, love' Lupin was on a date?

"Seriously?" She asked, half expecting Sirius to make the same pun she had heard millions of times before. Instead, Sirius just glanced down. "Why aren't you there with him, then?" Sirius' head snapped up, stunned, eyes widening.

"What d'you mean?"

"Sirius." Emmeline started, looking back down as she started tattooing again. "He's come to every single appointment you've gotten here for two years. We've all been waiting for you to start dating."

"Oh my god, I thought I was going mad." Sirius exhaled in a rush, and everything just started pouring out of him. "I swear to god, I was this close to actually asking him out. I finally started to think that he liked me back, maybe I wasn't insane, I was in with a chance, and then he just- he told me he was going for lunch with some guy called Edgar."

"...right."

"He forgot about this."

"Well, did you knock some sense into him, tell him he should have been here?" Sirius shook his head, inhaling sharply as Emmeline worked.

"Felt mean. Just messaged him to let him know it was happening and told him to have fun." He answered. It was Emmeline's turn to wince, then.

"Sirius..." Emmeline trailed off, trying to find a way to politely express her opinion. Sirius beat her to it.

"I know, okay? I'm a fucking coward." He groaned, letting his head drop back in his frustration. "I'm an idiot and I should have told him how I felt, but it's too bloody late now! He's going to run off with this Edgar guy and and that'll be the end of it! I'll never see him again, he'll forget I exist!"

Yeah, Emmeline thought he was being a little dramatic, but she'd opened the floodgates, she just had to let it happen.

Sirius' phone started to buzz, and he grabbed it with his free hand. Emmeline glanced up and caught a glimpse of the name 'Moony' on the screen, along with a photo of him and Remus together. Sirius picked it up quickly.

"Hey." He started, somehow managing to have pushed the deflation out of his voice. "Yeah, I am. No, don't worry, it's fine, I'm not mad. You don't have to do that, I'm okay. Mhm. No, I don't want to screw up your date, don't leave. Yeah, I'm fine. Honestly. Okay, cool. See you later, Moons." He hung up, setting the phone back down. "He offered to come now." Sirius explained to Emmeline, who had stopped tattooing for a second so that Sirius could think throughout the phone call.

"What, is his date over?" Emmeline asked, Sirius shaking his head in response. "So he offered to abandon his date to come and hold your hand." She said to him, stunned that he wasn't seeing what everybody else was. "And you said no."

"Yeah, I did." Sirius said, sounding confused. "I didn't want to screw up his afternoon."

"Why the hell did you say no?! Friends don't leave their dates because their friend is getting a tattoo, Sirius!" Emmeline wanted to drag the two of them into a small room and lock it until they sorted their shit out, honestly. This would have to do, instead. "If I wasn't currently inking something permanently onto your arm, I would be telling you to bloody run to him." She said, shaking her head to herself.

None of them had seen him since.

A month had passed, no appointments made, everyone wondering what the fuck was happening between the two of them. If anyone was bored in the staff room, they'd talk about Remus and Sirius. Speculate, make bets, they needed to know what had happened.

That was why Emmeline was over the moon when he walked through the door.

"Not alone. With Remus, Remus is back!" She exclaimed, Hestia letting out a cheer and Benjy clapping.

"Is it too much if we all go and say hi? I need to know if they've sorted their act out." Hesita said. "Oh, I fucking love walk in Wednesdays!"

"Let's just go out together." Emmeline said and, as Benjy and Hestia stood from the table, "Wait! Bets now, are they together or still 'best friends'?"

"Oh, they have to be together." Hestia said, Benjy nodding in agreement.

"Mm, I'm not so sure. Sirius is scarily good at pretending to be unbothered by Remus dating."

With that, they all walked out into reception.

Sirius and Remus were sat side by side, Remus' arm snaked around Sirius' waist as he listened to Sirius talking. They were quite clearly oblivious to the three artists watching, as Remus leaned in and kissed Sirius, cutting him off. Emmeline's eyes widened as they both pulled away.

"What was that for?" Sirius asked, a little breathless. Remus just shrugged.

"Wanted to." He answered, smile on his face. Benjy cleared his throat, the two of them jumping a mile.

"Are we interrupting something? Something long overdue, maybe?" He asked. Sirius, who was quite clearly biting back a smile, apologised quickly.

"Sorry, sorry. We're, uh... we're actually getting matching tattoos, this time." Sirius said gently, Remus reaching out and grabbing his hand.

Fucking finally.

#i love them #absolute sillies #wolfstar #sirius black #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

[silenced-judgement]

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ⋯ 𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜; 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜

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‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ⋯ 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

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Identified with Mors (Roman), and Letum (Roman)

Greek God/Personification of Non-Violent Death and mortality

Known Symbols: Inverted Torch, Sword, Theta (θ), Wreath, Wings

Plants and Trees: Poppy and Cypress

Animals: Butterflies

Stones/Crystals: Onyx, Obsidian, Black Tourmaline, Amethyst

Incense: Frankincense, Myrrh, Cypress

Colors: Black, Silver, White, Purple

Death 13 Tarot card

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ⋯ 𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚜

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Paean "Healer"

Makar "Blessed one"

Leukokhrotos "White-skinned"

Acherontis "Woeful"

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Son of Nyx, Night Incarnate

Grandson of Primordial Chaos

Twin Brother of Hypnos, Sleep Incarnate

Brother of The Moirai (Fates), Charon, The Keres, Nemesis

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Common offerings include: Red wine, olive oil, water, honey, milk, fruit, poppy seeds, black tea, dark chocolate

Other than that, play around a bit with different types of offerings and figure out what he likes, I've only offered him dark chocolate which was also torture to myself since I enjoy it as well, but thankfully he was understanding that I mean no disrespect if I ended up eating it (which I did), though now I have two bags of dark chocolate I got for Easter just sitting in my room unopened.

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The rest of this will be of my own personal experiences with interacting with Thanatos, everyone has their own experiences so yours is likely not going to be the same. I will also include some things I personally associate with him.

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‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ⋯ 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜

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As soon as I had reached out to Thanatos through my Tarot he answered almost immediately, however as someone who had only done a reading once and correctly translated Hestia's message to a friend who was confused on what she was trying to say I am not good with any other Tarot spread as the friend had used a custom spread that was similar in layout to a Yes/No spread. The type of spread I use is the Yes/No spread, where you lay out five (5) cards with Major Arcana and even number Minor Arcana being for "yes" and the Suits and odd numbered Minor Arcana being "no". Personally I prefer this as it's easier for me to understand with my silly little Autistic brain.

The first thing I did after connecting with him through Tarot was actually ask him how he was doing, I don't know why I chose to ask him that, but I said "yes is for if you're doing good, and no is for if you aren't" and then placed out my cards. His answer to me was "No" with a hidden message within the cards in order to explain to me that something didn't go well that day and he was upset, to which I replied with an apology for the fact he was feeling upset and then I asked him if he'd like to just hangout and sit with me the rest of the day, his answer was a yes and as soon as he answered I began crying. I'm naturally sensitive to the presences of beings that aren't exactly within our plane of existence; such as ghosts, spirits, demons, and deities, it's just with everything else besides deities I get a shortness of breath but all presences give me that same sort of tingly feeling one might get when they look down from somewhere up high or are in an elevator and it's going up/down.

From that single interaction alone I've learned that Thanatos is a rather kind individual and enjoys interacting with others. I always thought he was more of a reserved and quiet individual as one may think Death to be, and while he is rather quiet he's far from reserved. The best way to explain him is someone who wants to be around others but can easily become a bit anxious if he feels as if he's making the person uncomfortable and depending on his mood he can become rather introverted. If you feel like he's possibly becoming anxious over something the first time interacting with you, especially if you're as sensitive as I am to the presence of other beings, the best thing to do is reassure him that it's alright and he doesn't have to limit his interactions with you. I had told him near the end of the day that from now on he can come and hangout whenever he wants without me getting his attention first, but he instantly became unsure and worried that he'd overwhelm me due to my sensitivity. Thankfully he calmed down after I explained to him that I'm not overwhelmed and explained my sensitivity to him.

I've only seen him twice in some dreams, the first time he had gotten lost in it (as my dreams are chaotic and I can't control them if they choose to shift to something else) after like 10-20 minutes into the dream, but from that first appearance, he chose to appear as a mix of how he really looks like and the design of the character Thanatos from the game Hades. Turns out, after asking him about it the next day, he had chosen to appear that way just to mess with me and to be funny. Second dream I remember nothing about other than the fact he was there looking normal. Third dream he wasn't there but at the end of it he did send some butterflies in order to say hello.

Normally, Thanatos doesn't need to try and reach out to me, he's done so once through a butterfly, a few days after our dog had passed away but that was just to say hi and for no other reason. I had also drawn the Death Tarot, which was reversed but there was no hidden message. He seems content enough to come and sit with me without me knowing or to watch over me, plus most the time I'm the one suddenly getting his attention by talking to him at random and he's fully aware that due to my Autism and ADHD I wont exactly go and grab my Tarot to talk to him and is content with just listening, dealing with me being extremely random, or, something he did yesterday (28th) and yesterday night (27th) was sit directly next to me on my bed and lean in extremely close just to stare at my laptop screen. I'm unsure if he was trying to comfort me after Hecate scared the fuck out of me with a spider because I was paranoid and refused to sleep at all even after coming to an agreement that no more spiders will be sent into my bedroom with Hecate.

Based on that interaction, I feel as if Thanatos can become rather protective over people he's taken a liking to, his presence itself being rather warm, comforting, sometimes it's enough to make me feel like crying because suddenly all my anxieties, everything is just gone and I feel as if I don't have to worry about anything. Sometimes I'm unsure if I'm smelling lavender or some other floral scent, or even chamomile, which sometimes makes me think he's literally gone and gotten into my teas. I believe at times he's also gone and woken up Hypnos some nights just in order to get me to sleep. While writing this, I've felt warmth against my ear, cheek, felt peaceful, I smell a familiar scent that smells floral of some sort, so another thing is that Thanatos also seems to be rather curious once he's gotten used to someone. Although, as I don't find many people talking about their interactions with him, and based on how he told me that no one had ever really offered to let him just hangout whenever he wants with them before, I have a feeling that a lot of this is actually Thanatos feeling as if he is free to just be himself and that he's in a safe place because when I interact with him I don't see him as Death itself or as a literal Greek God/Deity, instead I treat him as if he's just like anyone else, I don't reach out to him for advice or help, I reach out to him because I genuinely enjoy interacting with him and I'm one of those few people who aren't afraid of death or dying, at least, not the concept of dying, as I would never do anything that actually puts me at a risk of death out of fear of being forgotten and also because I want to enjoy life as much as I can before it comes naturally.

I've also had a natural affinity towards death and the concept of an afterlife and Gods of Death, so to me, Death is a friend and is my friend, which I believe is why Thanatos interacts differently with me.

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Blue colored butterflies, specifically the Blue Morpho (for those who play Animal Crossing, it's the Emperor Butterfly, literally just learned it's actually called a Blue Morpho. Although the Ulysses Butterfly is also called an Emperor Butterfly or the Blue Emperor and is a swallowtail butterfly)

Red Spider Lilies (Japanese flowers associated with death)

That silly "guh-dong" sound that happens when you get a "Death Approaches" area in the game Hades.

White roses

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#hellenic deities #deity work #greek gods #greek deity #hellenic polytheism #hellenic polythiest #hellenism #hellenic pagan #thanatos worship #thanatos devotee #silencedjudgement deity work

[illbringyousolace]

God dammit i'm supposed to be sleeping but i saw the mythology ask @leopardom got and hyperfixations started hyperfixating so have:

JOKER OUT AS GREEK/ROMAN MYTHOLOGY BEINGS:

Bojan - Apollo - The Greek and Roman god of music, arts, knowledge, healing, plague, prophecy, poetry and archery. Also said to be god of manly beauty and the sun (in art often depicted as a young, athletic, beardless man). He can be kind and warm but also destructive. ...a twink...

Jan - Dionysos - The Greek god of wine, parties, festivals, madness, chaos, drunkenness, ecstasy, and the theater. Also the god of fruitfulness and vegetation, and trans people!!! Often depicted as an older bearded man or as a long haired feminine young man. He is often around nature spirits (dryads, satyrs etc.). (Eroticism is a way of life - Jan Peteh)

Jure - Mercury - The Roman god of messages, communication, travelers, boundaries, luck, trickery, and thieves. Also said to be the god of financial gain, commerce and eloquence. He is the messenger of gods and often travels to and from the underworld. (has cool flying shoes, imagine Jure with those)

Kris - Minerva - The Roman goddess of wisdom, justice, law, victory, trade, and strategy. She is also the sponsor of arts, weaving and crafts. Minerva is not the god of violent war like Mars, but the patron of strategic war. Described as more kind than her Greek counterpart Athena. (Kris with his holed sweater and tendency to be a control freak i'm sorry)

Nace - Hestia - The Greek goddess of the hearth, home, domesticity and chastity. Also the god of sacrificial fire. Often depicted as not having a physical form (when she had one it was either a young girl or an old woman) but being the flame of the hearth (the fire that kept the gods together if i remember right). Even though one of the most important gods, she withdrew form the most popular mythology. (i feel like his hug would feel like the hearth - like home)

Hope you liked it because i really, really should be asleep and if you have any other suggestions feel free to let me know.

#rehn when will you shut up about wanting to hug nace? #never that's when #also i have a biotech exam tomorrow and have not studied today woo #joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #jan peteh #jure maček #kris guštin #nace jordan #text post #mine #greek mythology #roman mythology

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Flame of Autumn - Chapter 1

Ch. 2/25 Also on Ao3!

TW for very light mentions of abuse.

Eris

Eris shot up from sleep, legs tangled in the sheets and body covered in sweat.

It had been decades since he’d had that dream about the day in the woods. His fingers went to his side and immediately found the scar over his ribs, light and silvery, now centuries old, but still there. He’d stood between his father and mother that day, and he’d paid for it. It hadn’t been the first time, and it surely hadn’t been the last. Eris was much older now, but the scars remained, even as new ones regularly cropped up.

He looked at the clock and ran a hand over his face, still bleary from an unrestful sleep. He had to meet with Beron shortly. It was an “urgent meeting” per the message he’d received the night before, and that was never something that Eris looked forward to. Emergency meetings with his father almost always ended in the bloodshed of someone, and Eris liked to stay a step ahead to ensure it wasn’t himself.

He stumbled out of bed, navigated through his tangle of smoke hounds snoring on the floor of his rooms, and entered the bathroom. He tried to bring some life into his features by splashing his face with cold water and pushing his hair off his forehead, but only a glamour would hide the awful purple bags under his eyes.

He didn’t sleep much anymore, even on a good day. The constant need to be looking over his shoulder was wearing him thin. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could sustain this, going back and forth with the Night Court, always living in fear of Beron finding out. It had been years now, and no moves had been made. He worried that they may never be. He pulled on a tunic and vest in a dark maroon with gold edging, hoping wryly this would hide any blood that might befall his person at the meeting. It was better to go in expecting than to be caught unaware.

Eris sat on the worn leather couch in front of his now-cold hearth and laced his boots.

This all will mean something one day. These days will be a distant memory, and Beron will be gone.

He told himself this at least five times a day–a reassurance, a security blanket. Outside the window, the gray day highlighted the blinding foliage that was ever-present in Autumn.

A wet nose nuzzled its way into his hand and onto his knee.

“Hello, girl. It won’t always be this way, you know.” The hound, Hestia, tilted her head and closed her eyes, as if she understood. Eris supposed, in a way, she did. He and his smokehounds functioned as a single unit, a pack of their own. He’d raised them all from pups, and they answered only to him. He swore sometimes he could hear their voices speak to him, and that they understood his words, too. He patted Hestia on the head again, and threw a bit of flame into the hearth, where she went to lay back down. “Wish me luck,” he murmured to them as he cast the glamour to cover his eyes and closed his doors behind him, securing and checking the wards he’d placed on them centuries before as he did each time he left.

Living in Autumn was a constant fight, whether or not one was aware of it happening. To survive in Autumn meant you had to eternally be strategically ahead, thinking in possibilities that may never come to pass. Eris prided himself on his ability to strategize, to see hundreds of possible outcomes and manipulate every aspect that he possibly could in order to protect himself and his future. He hated Beron more than he thought any child should be physically able to hate their own parent, but he had to admit he was his child.

Eris walked through the quiet halls of the Forest House, a mask of cool complacency with a whisper of a sneer graced his face. He’d perfected the mask eons ago, learning from childhood that as the heir apparent, he was safer to act above it all.

No weakness, no consequences.

Servants and staff skittered out of the way when they heard anyone coming, so it was usually a quiet trip, save for his personal guard waiting by the throne room. Cormac greeted him as he came to the doors.

“Eris.”

“Cormac. Any idea what this is about?” Eris raised an eyebrow, and Cormac’s lips tipped up in a slight smile.

“Unfortunately, the gossip hasn’t reached us yet. Good luck, though.” Eris straightened his overcoat a final time, then stepped through the heavy wooden doors.

Eris hated this room. The architecture and decor in itself was beautiful, breath-taking even, but the hundreds of years of memories in this chamber of torture had forever marred any joy he might find here. He walked purposefully up to the dais, his carefully placed persona never faltering, and dropped into a bow before his sire.

“Father.”

“Rise.” Beron said, a tone of bored indifference allowing Eris to calculate that the meeting was not of the urgent sort. He quietly released a breath he had been holding.

Eris used his years of expertise to school his face into casual boredom, as well. It was that practice alone that allowed him to not react to the presence of his mother at Beron’s side. In fact, Killian, Bray, and Callum were there too, standing at attention beside the walls.

Fuck.

A million thoughts spun through his head.

Was Beron’s bored tone an act? Was he about to die? How could he have possibly found out about the Night Court when absolutely no one knew?

He steadied his heart and forced it to beat with a rhythm of normalcy. When he was sure he could speak with the rational calm he always did, he looked to Beron.

“What can I assist with, father?” A cruel smile lit up Beron’s face.

“My son, my firstborn, my heir.” Every hair on Eris’ neck and arms stood at attention. He forced himself to remain flippant. “It seems we’ve been overlooking you.”

Don’t react. Don’t look around. Indifference. No weakness. No consequences.

“I don’t feel overlooked, father.”

“Silence. Hold your tongue. I have been…remiss in my dealings with you, son. But it’s time I remedy that oversight.”

Here it comes.

“You are to be wed. In a week’s time.” The relief that Eris felt was almost immediately overtaken by a wave of nausea.

“Pardon?”

“Don’t play coy, Eris. It doesn’t suit you. She’s a female from a noble family near the Winter border. Though she herself has no powers, they assure me that they travel through the bloodline and she can provide you with a brood of powerful heirs.” Eris was going to be sick. “It’s time to stop wasting my time and start forming alliances for us–forming power for the future of this court.”

Eris might have preferred being strung up for treason.

He willed every cell of his body to remain cold and aloof. “Yes, father. Is there anything else?”

Beron grunted, clearly pleased with Eris’ complacency. Pleased he’d beaten the submission into him–into all of them–over the years. “She will arrive in a week’s time. The wedding is being planned as we speak.” Eris knew better than to ask any more about it. He would likely know nothing else about her until after the fact past her family name and bloodline magic; Beron likely hadn’t even bothered to inquire further.

“Yes, father.” He bowed stiffly.

“You’re dismissed.” Eris looked up and caught his mother’s eyes as he made to leave. They mirrored the fear he felt in his heart. He did his best to steady his breath as he turned on his heel to leave the hall, back to his rooms where he could take a minute to breathe and think through how he could strategize this. In the grand scheme of things, it was absolutely not the worst case scenario, so why did it feel that way? This wasn’t something where he could stay five steps ahead. Beron had gotten the jump on him, and now Eris was left dangling over the vast chasm of uncertainty without a plan.

He had to calm his racing thoughts–had to figure out how he might approach this.

A wife. Children will be expected.

The second his doors shut and his wards were up behind him he let his facade collapse and rubbed a hand frantically over his eyes.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Being responsible for only himself was something he’d overcome centuries before. The torture was just that, but he’d been numb to it for some time. A means to an end, he knew. But a wife? Children? Beron would use them as a bargaining chip for him–another shackle to keep him in line.

He threw up a sound shield and smashed a side table to pieces. He hadn’t let himself feel such rage and emotion in some time. He straightened, sniffing once, quickly swiping an errant tear from his face, appalled at it. He tugged his overcoat down, shook his head once, letting each carefully crafted piece of himself fall back into its perfectly curated place. A twirl of his fingers rendered the splintered table back into perfect condition, and he let the sound shield drop.

One more deep breath he allowed himself, then he sat at his desk and began to plan.

Matilda

Matilda threw her trunk closed with a heavy thunk, then pushed to sit atop it. She felt like she’d never really unpacked after she’d arrived here, and even if she had, she’d left most of her things behind when she was brought to this estate. Her uncle, Donal, had hardly given her time to pack her belongings when he whisked her off. He’d been ready to sack her father’s family home, selling everything off to the highest bidder to turn a profit. That list of inventory now included her, too.

He’d barely waited until her father had been buried to start shopping her around the noble houses of Autumn. She’d made it over five hundred years without being worried about a marriage–her father had never pushed her, not even once. The second his body was cold in the ground, her freedom was gone. This month, Donal had finally succeeded.

Honestly, Matilda was more shocked than anything that it had taken so long. Though she despised how things worked in the noble houses of Autumn, her name carried weight, despite her notably having no power of her own. Autumn nobles traded names and bloodlines like a currency of their own, and her uncle saw that for what it was: a commodity. It turned out he’d taken that commodity out all the way to the top.

Eris Fucking Vanserra, of all people.

She had anticipated it would be bad. She knew a noble family meant noble birth of heirs, and they were almost exclusively deplorable. Just like their fathers and forefathers before them, they viewed females as cattle–something to be bought and bred and owned. She’d been luckier than most to be granted five centuries of uncontrolled freedom. Her father had always encouraged her flame to burn as brightly as possible. He had loved her endlessly, kept her secrets, allowed her to remain unwed and live a life she loved–one she’d been proud of.

She tried to not let herself dwell. Once confirming that the staff were distracted and her uncle wasn’t present, she winnowed to the woods. No one would miss her, after all. No one was concerned about the opinion of the bride. She found herself deep in the woods, where she dug into a large, hollow tree trunk for her bow and arrows. The bow was carved meticulously from the most beautiful elm, and she tossed it into the air and caught it again, feeling the light weight of it in her hand.

This. This is what she would miss the most.

She quickly spun a circle of flames and stepped through it, finding herself near the border of Winter, close to her childhood home. The trees were more barren and craggy here, and the air felt crisp and familiar in her lungs. She found her targets where she always did, far enough out into the woods where no one would ever stumble upon them accidentally.

She closed her eyes, took a steady breath, and–like lightning–let instinct take over as she whipped an arrow into position and let it fly. One after the other, they met their marks. She was a flurry of motion and breathless joy. The final one she cast into flames before she shot it, allowing the spark to streak across the sky in a brilliant arc of orange fire. She let out the breath she’d been holding and noted, as always, that her arrows had all hit home.

She was not above bragging about herself when she was alone. She was a fantastic marksman, and she should be. She’d honed the craft since childhood. She should have been there when her father fell at the hands of Hybern’s armies. Should have been on that field with him, putting an arrow through the skull of anyone who dared to get too close. Instead, she’d waited at home for him to return, and he never had. She’d received his rings and nothing additional until her uncle stormed in days later to claim her and her entire life for his own.

She ripped her arrows out of the trees and wiped furiously at the tears she’d begrudgingly allowed to escape. She missed her father. She missed her life before. Is this how things would be until she died? Centuries of hidden anguish, while she was paraded around, forced to birth children who would fight to the death for a crown they may never see?

She wondered what Eris would be like. She’d never really met him, though she had met his family and encountered him in passing as a child. Was he cruel like his father? Everyone in Autumn knew of the High Lord’s horrible demeanor, especially in the noble houses. He made the absolute barest attempts to hide his abuse of his wife. Is that the future that lay ahead for her, too? She was tough; she could handle it if he was cold, or better yet, if he didn’t care about her at all. Physical abuse would be harder, but she’d been alone save for her father for most of her life, and loneliness had been her companion for longer than she could remember.

She opened a portal back, gently wrapping her beautiful bow in soft material and setting it into the hollow tree a final time. Time had finally come for her, and she would meet the challenge. This marriage might bend her to the cold will of Autumn, but it would never break her spirit. She would bury those scraps of herself deep down, protect them wholly within her heart, and whatever she may be forced to endure outwardly, she would still have that piece of herself to comfort her.

With a final nod to herself, she winnowed back into the estate to finish her preparations.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #eris x oc #eris vanserra #eris acotar #vanserra brothers #flame of autumn #arranged marriage #allies to lovers

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Thunders leaving hints

Pairing: not much of a pairing to be honest

Summary: something out of the ordinary happens and Percy Jackson is furiously mad

A/N: I know I have WIPS piling up but shhhh. Also this was based on a post by @awesome-shoes-with-wings and I had to write this just for fun so is not as good as my other works but is something. For the requests, I’ll be finish them shortly I hope

They didn’t know where they were going, the only thing they knew was that wherever was safer than what it was supposed to be home.

New York had been chaotic the past couple of weeks both for the mortal world and the…immortal one.

They knew about the monster living among humans, knew about the gods and goddesses watching over them. The deities appeared in their dreams every now and then leaving cryptic messages that only made sense in dreamland.

The last one was the most weird message they received, talking about a camp in Long Island where they could stop by for a while before starting their journey back again.

It took them a couple of days, walking around the forest to finally see the entrance of the so called Camp Half Blood. Before stepping in, they looked around, making sure no monster were after them, if they were they didn’t want for the campers to be in danger.

Something, stroking their leg made them jump out of their skin but when they noticed it was just a cat, once again, they felt relieved.

“Why do you guys keep scaring me like that.” They started saying while getting down on the animal level. “Thank you for keeping me good company.” They added before taking out of their backpack a cookie to give the cat a piece of it. “Okay now…” standing up they took a deep breath. “Let’s do this.” And they stepped foot at camp.

Hestia was minding her business when she saw the kid getting inside, eyes still on the situation she called Zeus over.

“I think you need to claim them as soon as possible before Perseus pays us a visit.” The father of the Gods was caught unprepared for this, choking on his ambrosia.

“I don’t have kids to claim.” He said frenetically, looking around hoping his wife wasn't around, who knows what she might think of this.

“Are you sure?” The Goddess asked, she just wanted to make sure they were not going to get a visit from Percy anytime soon. She loves the kid, dearly, he is a sweet boy but she knows how scary he can be, just like his father’s domain.

“I’m 100% sure THAT is NOT my kid to claim. If anything they look like they could be Hera’s kid if she was anything like me.” Thunder, at the mention of Hera’s name, there were thunders which surprised both Zeus and Hestia.

“Are you so scared of her you can’t control your thunders?” Joked the Goddess but again, it wasn’t Zeus.

The two deities dropped the conversation there, if his brother claimed that wasn’t his kid after mentioning Percy Jackson than Hestia cpuld believe he was telling the truth. That was not his kid.

Percy Jackson was furious, it had been three hours since this kid got at camp at the Gods didn’t say a word yet. He made it clear, they were to claim their kids as soon as possible.

For the son of Poseidon it had been a struggle the first hour with the new camper, but everyone talked some sense into him, wait, maybe their godly parent is busy with something, but Percy was sure it wouldn’t be difficult to just send a little message even while busy. They didn’t had to drop at camp, looking at their kid and saying ‘yep that’s mine’ they just had to send a little glowing little symbol, nothing that would take literally a second.

“I’m going to talk to them. They are coming with me” He couldn’t wait longer.

“Whoah whoah whoah. Hold your horses man, Annabeth and Chiron asked you to wait until tonight. Maybe their parent is busy.” Stopped him Grover.

“Man, I love you, I do but I’m pretty sure is like sending a text message. You can do it everywhere you are, whatever you are doing.” It was a fair point, the satyr agreed.

“Okay, but what if…” the glance that Percy sent him scared his best friend, who just shut up. There was no way he would make him change his mind. “You are scary.” Grover commented under his breath, praying the Gods Percy didn't hear him.

“They only had one job. One hell of a job.” Another set of thunders and lighting rumbled on Earth. “Don’t get mad at me Zeus, fix that or else…” he shouted at the sky. “I’m going to take a shower since I have to wait. Keep them company.” He said pointing at the new kid, who was having something to eat with the Hermes’ kids.

Three hours and yet nothing. Zeus called a meeting 30 minutes after he noticed no one was going to claim the new camper but all the major Gods came with the same answer ‘is not mine’ but how was that even possible?

It wasn’t a kid of the minor deities either and he was going crazy about this.

“Can you guys tell me who is so stupid to go against Perseus?” It came out naturally, everyone looking at Zeus confused. “What? That kid is worst than Poseidon here.” The God of the sea was smirking, proud of his boy being feared by his “all mighty” brother.

“Not to be that Goddess but have you noticed they attract cats like they are catnip? Could that be used to find who between us is their parent?” Said Athena and, as if a lightbulb turned on in their little godly brains, everyone agreed, and the twelve gods turned their head to Artemis.

“You people have to be kidding me. I swore celibacy.” Her words did not affect the deities. “I would give up immortality than laying in bed with a man.” Disgust filled her tone at the use of that word.

“It was worth the shot.” Commented Apollo. “So who else here loves cats.” He added looking deep into Ares’ eyes.

“Stop staring at me.” If anything Apollo’s gaze on him intensified. “Oh for the love of me, just because I had a cat as a partner ONCE now that means every kid that like cats is mine?” The war God had to take a step away from Apollo, not standing the way he was looking at him so close and so deep. “Look if that weakly thing was mine I would send something else to keep them safe.” He added which only made the Sun God coo and teased him for being a softie. “I’ll show you how much of a softie I am…”

“Stop it. If you keep fighting between one another, we will never find out who between you created them. Now…” started Hera, who only wanted this day to be over.

“Maybe is one of the nymphs’ kid?” Suggested Dionysus.

“Man you should really shut your mouth. If that was the case we wouldn’t be here.” Iris interjected before anyone else could. “Listen, that one is not mine okay? Now I need to go.” And she left, just like this but she knew the others would believe in her words, she wasn’t one to lie. On the other hand… The pro liar between them did not say a word yet which Hecate had to point out.

“What if the cats are just a disguise? What do you think about that Hermes?” Oh Gods if she was having the time of her life at this exact moment. Knowing who the demigod belonged to was so much fun, she had to thank Freya for this. “Isn’t it weird that he didn’t say anything? Maybe they are yours? Or do you know something?”

“The only thing I know is that my wings are killing me right now. Good me, I never flew this much in ages.” He said.

“Why are you avoiding my questions? Am I right? Are they yours?” Of course she was mistaken but Gods if she was loving it. Now she understood why Eris loves to create dramas.

“That is not my kid. As Ares here, I take pride in my children’s talent and they are not good enough to be my kids.” Thunders once again. “Zeus you really need to check on your thunders. If the go ballistic once again I might start crying.” cried Hermes. While everyone was trying to figure out who was behind the kid’s creation Hecate was having so much fun, trying her best to not laugh at their faces.

It was at the end of the day, when Percy came to Mt. Olympus looking at the twelve Gods with eyes filled with rage that Hermes had an enlightment.

“Uhm guys, I think I might know why we couldn’t find out who is their parent.” Hestia and Hera rolled their eyes, while everyone else was so ready to jump him. “Is because their godly parent is from another pantheon.” Thunders started rumbling in the background, like a laugh.

“Dad stop this.” Zeus' kids said in unison.

“Is not me.”

“Is not him, that is Thor laughing at us. He had been sending them all day long, how could I not notice that sooner?” At the gods faces turning into a question mark, Hermes just sighed. “Didn't you noticed he would use thunders every time we belittled the kid? No one? Really? Wow.”

“So, you are saying that there are other Gods out there? And they still don’t claim their off spring? Alright, can you tell me where they are? I need to take it out on someone.” And Percy was ready, so ready to knock some good manners into the Gods, he didn't care if they are powerful being that could easily kill him.

The gods had to block him there before he went on doing something stupid.

“Kid, that is so nice of you but they are already claimed, pretty much since birth.” said Hermes, knowing about you from Loki.

“The cats.” The other said in unison.

“This is why Loki called me last week and asked me so many questions about Camp Half Blood.” Oh, that God was in for a good group jump.

Leaving Mt. Olympus Percy was content with the outcome: the new kid was already claimed, the Greek gods had nothing to do with it and another pantheon was revealed to exist. ANOTHER PANTHEON EXISTS?! He wished those Gods didn’t like him very much but with his luck? He was ready to get a quest the second he walked back into camp.

“I just hope it is local and I don’t have to go to Canada once again.” If only he knew what the Fates had in store for him.

#*ೃ༄ at1nys blog˚◞♡ ⃗ #fanfiction based on a post on tumblr #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson fandom #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson fanfiction #greeks gods #reader insert #percy jackson reader insert #percy jackson platonic fanfiction

[starfanatic]

Crafting the most controversial ranking of the olympians (including Hestia and Hades)

DISCLAIMER: THIS POST WAS INSPIRED BY @wanderingmind867

APOLLO: He's just fucking AWESOME???!!! What can I say? He's such a easy to like god when you don't let the stupid retellings poison you. He's the god of writing and music (both topics that I love) and just SO much more. I can't even grasp how much the greeks fucking loved this guy and so do I. In a more fanon-y way, in my head he's the best possible protagonist out of all the olympians for a story. There's so much nuance with him, and I just love psychoanalyzing him. I also think his relationships with other gods and every mortals is so INVESTING and intense if you think about it in the right way. Also I love blondes. Blondes are hot.

ARES: The more people hate him, the more I defend him. He gets so much undeserved bullshit, he should've been the Hades of our modern generation, he deserves it way more imo. He's a great father, a great lover, and he dances! DANCES! He's probably the god with the most misinformation besides maybe Hades. Ares kind of gives me the underdog affect? Yes he's this big huge god, but he loses FAR too much to be considered the "bully" like the myths advertise. And I get that it's supposed to be a message "brain over brawn" but quite frankly I could care less. Ares is treated bad by his parents, he just deserves so much more I love this guy. I love paralleling him with other gods too like Athena or Apollo or Zeus. He's just so fun to write.

APHRODITE: I feel the exact same way for her as I feel for Ares. I used to hate her SO MUCH, until I realized how misled I was. APHRODITE IS FUN. The only thing is that I'd defend her wrongs because I don't give a shit. "Aphrodite was petty" IDC!!!! I hate how authors (Rick.) write her. She's SO much more then what she's reduced too. She's SO powerful. I think the only reason she's not equal to Ares because I don't know a lot of her myths. She's serving cunt ALWAYS.

POSEIDON: Poseidon being so high is probably a disservice to society. BUT HES SO COOL AND SO POWERFUL????!!! Yes he does shitty stuff I'm not gonna pretend he doesn't, but seeing him in stories is just so entertaining. I typically like reading fanfics with him during the titanomachy or just fanfics where he's being a great uncle (so... super not accurate but it's entertaining). Ngl I giggled when he asked Apollo to fight him during the trojan war and Apollo said "nah im good". Poseidon is a BEAST in the fight with cool ass powers and a BEAST in bed (um.. when it's consentual... fuck I hate greek mythology sometimes). STORMBRINGER (i hope that's Poseidon and not Zeus???) GOD OF THE SEAS

HERMES: Hermes is kind of low, but NOT BECAUSE I DONT LOVE HIM. I tend to like gods who are a bit... violent if it wasn't obvious by the top 4? And even though I know Hermes can be violent I never see him BE violent. He just seems too perfect for me? Name one flaw he has that the other gods don't also have. HOWEVER he's so fun to read about, I don't like Percy Jackson but when I saw Hermes in the tv show I jumped out of my seat. I really like him with Apollo though, it brings a level of complexity that I LOVE.

zeus... I can explain. OKAY SO, I LOVE COMPLEX CHARACTER RIGHT AND GUESS WHO IS A VERY NUANCED GOD IN MYTHOLOGY??? ZEUS! I specifically like him from the titanomachy, because I like to think he was just... different when he was younger. Kind of like one of the typical heroes until the power he has changes him over time. I wish someone wrote a retelling because I'd love to see Zeus and Rhea or Zeus and Cronos interactions during the war. Disclaimer, I'm aware he does shitty shit but so does everyone on this list besides like Hestia and...that's it.

DIONYSUS: His low ranking is more to do with the lack of knowledge but also I'm not too interested in the domains he involves himself with. Never went to a party, never did drugs, never drunk alcohol, etc. HOWEVER I love when Dionysus is completely unhinged. God of MADNESS GUYS!!! ITS IMPORTANT! I love the myths where he's genuinely just being scary as fuck, I love how powerful but underestimated he is.

HERA: She deserves better. If I was her I'd do worse, but like... not to innocent children and women. That's all.

ATHENA: I don't find her that interesting. She just kind of reminds me of that one girl in the class who reminds the teacher they have homework. I am aware that I AM biased though, my top 4 gods consisted of 2 gods that are at odds with her. I just don't like how biased the myths were in her favor, it kind of makes her boring. If Ares or Athena lost equally I wouldn't mind her, but she wins every single time. Even when she loses, Zeus doesn't care and let's her get away with it anyway. Athena, for me, absolutely requires other gods to add complexity to her character.

DEMETER: I like her out of spite because I don't like Hades x Persephone shippers from modern retellings. In particular I don't like the Hades x Persephone shippers that hate on Demeter as if they know anything about her. She's only low because I like a lot of other gods better and I just feel like I'd never be able to write anything with her as a main character because I've never "psychoanalyzed" her like I did the other gods.

HESTIA: *shrug* I don't know her that well, and she doesn't seem to really have any myths to jump off from. The lack of myths and personality puts her low on the list. Though I do love how sweet she is.

HEPHAESTUS: ...he bores me. He doesn't offer anything to me whatsoever. I don't necessarily feel bad for him for the Aphrodite situation either, and I hate when a lot of people who like Hephaestus ignore VERY IMPORTANT details on the myths to serve their purpose. The majority of it is just plain boredom, but I hate how everyone villainized Aphrodite and Ares.

HADES: ...sigh. He's a bit of a unfair one. I'm not someone who can seperate the god from the people who like the god. A lot of Hades fans tend to just piss me off based off the most obvious misinformation in the entire world. I HATE how they try to hate on the other Olympians as if Hades is somehow better then him? He has no myths that doesn't make him better, we just don't have a lot of him. I don't find him necessarily interesting, and I desperately wish for the retellings for him to end. It's not really fair because it's less the god and more the "fans" but whatever it is what it is.

#hestia #hades #hephaestus #apollo #hermes #dionysus #zeus #hera #demeter #athena #aphrodite #ares #Poseidon #greek mythology #greek gods

[gamerbearmira]

Greek mythology gifts! Greek gods bless the Madrigal family!

Alma is the Matriarch and family is so important to her so she is Blessed By Hera.

Bruno and Felix were both blessed by Apollo, Bruno because of his abilities with Being a Seer and For his Arts and Felix for his dancing

Antonio is an extremely lucky and rare blessed by Artemis who doesn’t usually bless men but his ability with animals is good

Isabela was obviously blessed by Aphrodite but she and Pepa were also both blessed by Demeter

Dolores was blessed by Hermes as her role in the family is useful for messaging

Casita itself was blessed by Hestia as was Alma and Mirabel as it is their jobs to keep the miracle burning though They both thought that was a literal sense

Julieta was blessed by the god Asclepius, son of Apollo and god of medicine

Luisa was blessed by Hercules himself

And Camilo was blessed by a sea god who was known for shapeshifting

WOWOWOWAOA

Listen I don't go much into Greek mythology (I've seen all of one PJ movie 💀💀) but this is rad❗❗❗ honestly with no context. And ignoring how...interesting Greek mythology can get, THIS IS COOL 🥸🥸 coming from someone who has no knowledge, I think they fit well 🤧🤧

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #greek mythology au

[hestiaember]

She'd had to step out of the wing, into a quiet side room to tap out frantic messages to Reina, digging for details. Her heart felt torn, between getting on a train immediately bound for Twelve to be with Ansel, whose injuries sounded grave-- passenger or cargo or whatever it may be, she'd live-- or to be with her son who had just endured the unthinkable, recovering just up the hall. She wished she could split herself into pieces for each of her children, to give them what they needed right now. She felt like she wanted to sob, scream, tear her own hear out, but it all got stuck in her chest, behind a stopper of numbness. She couldn't break down. Literally couldn't, her body wouldn't let her, numb with what felt like unending disbelief and grief. It all felt too big to be real, like a dream, and for a long while, she sat on a rubbery hospital chair, staring at the white wall across from her. There was a painting there, something abstract, blue and green. Probably chosen to be soothing to patients. By the time she remembered to move again, the arches and curves of each brushstroke were burned into her memory.

Hestia did not know how long had passed when she emerged again, but the detail of Peacekeepers were gone. Only two stood guard outside her son's room, and there was no protest this time when she entered. Slate needed her. He may not know about Twelve. This was the time in her life she'd felt the most fragile, most inhuman, and he needed her right now. So she worked her face into something she hoped came off as calming, neutral, like the painting, and stepped toward her child's bed. "Slate?" she called softly, not wanting to wake him if he was getting well-deserved rest, or if he wasn't, well... feeling particularly lucid. Sometimes tributes came out the other side with only a tenuous grasp of reality, and she didn't know what to expect. She could quash down the overwhelming urge to pull him into her arms until she knew it wouldn't cause him panic.

@slate-skylar

#this is so long im sorry #slate #ah134 #post-arena

[msweebyness]

MiracOlympus- Formal Introduction

Howdy, ya'll! Here's the formal introduction to the characters from my new AU! The background is pretty simple, the Miraculous characters are the Gods from Ancient Greece! Enjoy! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27

Adrien:

(Zeus)

God of the sky, king of Olympus

A much fairer and more compassionate ruler than Zeus

Still a sunshine boi

Doesn't sleep with a bunch of women, actually loyal to his queen

Team Dad

Kim:

(Poseidon)

God of the seas

Crazy-ass Middle Child

Constantly losing his trident

Protective of the ocean and its creatures

Likes challenging the other gods for fun

Nathaniel:

(Hades)

God of the dead, lord of the Underworld

Oldest child, protective of his two younger brothers

Chose the Underworld because he likes peace and quiet

Not the bad guy mortals make him out to be

Very respectful of Marc, i.e. never kidnapped him

Marinette:

(Hera)

Queen of the Gods, goddess of marriage and family

ROCKS that peacock aesthetic

Acts more like a team mom than a queen

Doesn't try to murder any other girl who's interested in Adrien

Likes to ship people with Rose

Mylene:

(Demeter)

Goddess of the Harvest

Loving and nurturing, makes sure mortals are taken care of

Protective of Marc, her younger brother

VERY passionate about the environment

Mediates conflicts on Olympus

Sabrina:

(Hestia)

Goddess of the home and hearth

Gentlest and humblest of the Gods

Gave up her throne for Nino, since she never really wanted it

Has a hard time saying no

Amazing cook

Kagami:

(Ares)

Goddess of war

Believes in honor and fighting for a worthy cause

Has never lost a battle

Rides a kickass motorcycle

Always armed, just in case

Rose:

(Aphrodite)

Goddess of love and beauty

Supportive of all sexual identities, ACE PEOPLE ARE VALID

World's biggest shipper

Very humble about her looks

Adores Juleka beyond all sense of reason

Juleka:

(Artemis)

Goddess of the hunt and the forest

Shy, prefers to spend time with animals

Always has her bow and a quiver of arrows

Gets pissed if you insult her mom or Rose

VERY against abusive relationships

Luka:

(Apollo)

God of music and prophecy

HE CAN SEE THE FU-TURE

Never seen without his lyre

Most beautiful voice in the history of all time

Juleka's wingman

Ivan:

(Hephaestus)

God of fire and blacksmithing

In his forge 70% of the time, Mylene drags him out to take a break and get some sun

Buffest of the gods, but super humble about it

Olympus' repair man

Still a soft, gentle boi

Alix:

(Hermes)

Goddess of travelers, thieves and messengers

Carries messages between all the realms

Has a winged pair of rollerblades

The ultimate prankster

Fastest of all the gods

Max:

(Athena)

God of Wisdom & Innovation

Always accompanied by his owl, Markov

Gets exasperated with the foolish choices of his peers

Actually still good friends with Kim

Always working on something new

Nino:

(Dionysus)

God of Wine & Festivity

Ironically, drinks in moderation

Has so much energy

Plans all parties on Olympus

Shares a passion for theater with Jean

Alya:

(Themis)

Goddess of truth and justice

Oversees all trials conducted on Olympus

WILL call you out if you're acting unfairly

Only Nino can get her to cut loose a little

DESPISES Lila

Chloe:

(Helios)

Goddess of the sun

Has an ego the size of, well, the sun

Nothing can shine as bright as her

Knows EVERYONE'S business, because the sun sees all

Has a soft spot for her sister, the moon goddess

Ondine:

(Amphitrite)

Goddess of sea creatures, queen of the oceans

Rules over the sea with Kim, makes sure he doesn't do anything too reckless

Has tea meet-ups with fellow Goddess Queen, Marinette

Unceasingly bubbly and optimistic

Lila:

(Eris)

Goddess of strife and discord

Thrives on conflict between the other gods

Lies to get her way constantly

Starting wars is a hobby

The others only put up with her because they have to

Keep an eye out for more of this AU! Leave thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #greek gods au #miracolympus #ml au

[stalkerofthegods]

My Tumblr Intro

My account is about…

This is an account of Norse, Egyptian, and Greek, demonology, angelology, and many more. I may not be worshiping some of the entities I post about, but I love giving out easy information, and whatever I post you can use, just give me my credits. I support all religions except the spaghetti one. I support all god spouses And all races, my account is not a place for your opinion, any age and person can follow me and I encourage commenting, reposting, following, and liking my posts.

All about me

I am 13 years old, I am a part of America and English is my only language. I worship Lord Apollon and Lord Hermes. I am pansexual, and I am single. I will not be posting how I look here, for my safety, but I am genderfluid, I usually prefer to go by my name, and They/them. I've been a worshiper for around 6 years, and my birthday is May 16. I believe in every religion and that every Entity exists, but not every myth is real. If you have any silly, serious questions or want advice or want to give advice, put it in my inbox, anonymous or not. If you have any rude comments about my post, please think about it before you post, I am sensitive. I am not a godspouse, romantically or platonically, but I do support every godspouse.

I like 

mythology 

Redheads 

Alfredo pasta 

Demonology

Angelology

Humanity

Pink

I do not like  

War 

Negativity 

Disrespectfulness

Spaghetti 

Fairies and the fey being in my home

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All my reposts and all credits go to the original poster, this Tumblr is not any god or goddess Tumblr account, I post simply what I want, but mostly info, so please be nice, I can block you.

I have a 2nd personal account https://www.tumblr.com/stalkingthegods

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 don't DM me NSFW, I will report you, I allow adults and every age, and some NSFW topics, but not outright nudes will be posted.

About my posts——

Please send me recommendations about who to do a deep dive on, I love learning more, and I will do Titans, youtans, gods, and goddesses, just not egegores, angelology, infernals, or zodiacs, I will refuse to do it unless given compensation, I will exchange for tarot readings, blazes, or gifts (I will be refusing to take any expensive compensation), or anything else. I will add information if wanted, message me to set it up! I do not care who you are, if u wanna be anonymous to others I will simply send it to u and say “This blog post was purchased.”, and if u want me to redo one you will have to give compensation.

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if you don't see the entities you would like to have info on, please message me or put them in my ask, or check because I might have already done them. Some times I may do other deep dives to do diversity

•Thantos

• Tyche/Fortuna

•nemesis

•frey

•Amphitrite

Done

•loki

•Aphrodite/Venus

•Apollo

•hermes/murcery

•eros/cupid

•ares

•hestia

•hera

•zues

•Nyx

•Athena

•artemis

•thor

•diyonisus/bacchus

•boreas

•Morpheus

•Hypnos

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All my deep dives are made from my hard work, please don't steal them, or I will have to contact you for a not-so-nice introduction, They take me a week or two per post, and are offerings to some of the gods.

I AM NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS, YOU CAN STILL PUT THEM IN MY INBOX I WILL SIMPLY NOT REPLY UNTIL I AM TAKING REQUESTS

#the gods #hellenic devotion #hellenic polytheism #doing the research for you #hellenic worship #greek gods #greek mythology #qoutes #ancient greek #aphrodite #greek pantheon #hermes #dionysus #greek tumblr #intro post #blog intro #introductory post #pinned intro #pinned post #introduction #norse heathenry #norse mythology #norse paganism #norse gods #norse pantheon #greek paganism #greek polytheism #pantheon #hellenism #greek goddess

[birlwrites]

Alack and alas, I have no knowledge of horror myself let alone gothic horror. I've been thoroughly recommended The Magnus Archives and Welcome To Nightvale (a hybrid podcast and book set up I think?) by a friend whose taste I trust well enough which are horror but uh no clue about the subgenre.

I can however offer elemental discussion adjacent to your (Harry Potter) Regulus Black fanfictions based on your one line: "fire just dies" and this post about Barty if Regulus dies: (nevermind searching is taking me too long).

"fire just dies"... when not sustained by something external! Therefore Barty fits it spectacularly! Regulus gets to be some kind of Hestia equivalent feeding Barty continual logs of affection and needing things of Barty. Evan in general gets to be magic fire dust which only influences or changes the colour of the flames for a little bit but doesn't sustain them (perhaps the occasional thrown wad of balled-up newspaper as Evan won't shut up about passing on Interesting Stories). Barty's mother gets to be the chimney (stopping him from dying of building paternal-smoke inhalation), the stone hearth stopping him from burning himself/his own house down when the fire is controlled and sometimes gives long-lasting lumps of coal but not enough to keep a whole fireplace going. Barty Senior gets to be both gasoline and fire lighter as a motivation, pushing Barty to burn out but blaze bright and fast in response as he does so. Other friends occasionally throw handfuls of twigs/branches/flammable materials at Barty but not consistently really.

Voldemort with Death Eater Barty (hopefully not lachrimae future Barty) simply gestures to a pyre bonfire labelled "Demonstrate Your Faith In The Cause! The Party Never Ends!" that Barty subsequently throws himself onto draws great destructive direction from finding suitable Guy Fawkes Substitutes to throw onto (muggleborns, blood traitors, traitors to the cause, loyal ministry members, his own father... etc).

Hopefully, the metaphor isn't too far removed from the style of Barty's pre-approved Cyprian Silkwood's style. But so long as it hits vaguely adjacent to being entertaining.

i've been recommended the magnus archives as well, with the fascinating addendum of "i've never thought about worms the same way ever again." i feel like i'm going to end up listening to it and then sending terrified messages to the person who recommended it to me

they really are regulus black fanfictions afjskhgjkfd as evidenced by the fact that i named barty's mom 'harriet' fully forgetting the series is about a guy named harry. normally i try to avoid super similar names like that unless it's for Plot Reasons but in this case i just. did not recall

THE METAPHOR ABSOLUTELY HITS. associating barty with fire appeals to me because of the, like... dual-purpose of it as a weapon, a tool, and a destructive force. he needs constant fuel and room to maneuver - he can't be smothered and he needs something to motivate him to keep going, and i LOVE your comparison of crouch sr to gasoline and a fire lighter YES ABSOLUTELY

i'd say voldemort is also gasoline in his own way (not in lachrimae you will be pleased to know, barty's actually one of the characters who has a Less Bad Time in lachrimae!!), but he's judicious in how he uses it. less dumping a ton of gasoline on the fire and more a steady drip. he doesn't want barty to go out too early, but he's fine with barty self destructing as long as it's in a useful way

and regulus connected with the earth element is also fun because i think he really is like the earth in a way - kind of [literally] overlooked/stepped on until he decides to become a Problem. he's always there, he doesn't disappear, he's so reliable that you don't notice him, and whoops you weren't paying attention to the Danger and now you've died in a mudslide

#should i make an inbox tag #dark lord wip #lachrimae