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#Circe worship
khaire-traveler · 12 days
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🔮 Subtle Circe Worship 🪄
Grow your own herbs, especially those you plan to use in magical workings (kitchen related magic may be the most discreet for this)
Take a walk on a sunny day; bask in sunlight
Wear/collect rings or hoop jewelry
Have a candle that reminds you of her (no altar needed)
Keep a picture of her in your wallet
Wear jewelry that reminds you of her
Go for a swim in the ocean; wash your hands in salt water
Visit the beach or the bank of a body of water
Have a pig, dragon, stag, or snake stuffed animal
Have imagery of rings, magic, the beach/islands, winged serpents, various beasts (I'd say whatever animals come to mind with "beats"), or the sun around
Volunteer at an animal shelter
Support environmental preservation, animal sanctuary, or humanitarian organizations
Cook a warm meal for someone in need
Learn to trust your own judgement; trust your instincts
Drink an herbal tea, using the herbs with intention; cook using herbs with intention
Read the Greek Magical Papyri or The Odyssey (you can usually find a PDF; check the Internet Archive)
Bake cakes and pastries, especially with honey; give them to loved ones
Take time to meditate in the sunlight; do this in nature if able
Go outside of your comfort zone; try new things, and take risks
Dedicate time to learning about a new subject or topic
Go out of your way to meet new people or engage with a community
Listen to music that empowers you or that you feel represents you; dance to it!
Play a TTRPG; play D&D (yes, really)
Start a garden; tend to plants
Connect with local nymphs or nature spirits
Stand up for others; stand up for yourself
Learn about the history of witchcraft, especially that of ancient Greece (this ties into the GMP)
Take a self-care bath or shower, especially with herbs
Go camping; take time to appreciate nature
Ground yourself often; practice healthy coping skills; practice emotional regulation skills
Clean your space; keep your environment feeling comfortable, and make it your own
Think outside the box for solutions to problems
Be creative; engage in activities that help you express your creativity
Press flowers; keep dried flowers (preferably for use in later magical workings)
Sit by a fireplace; light a bonfire; allow yourself to focus on the heat and comfort of the flames
Learn non-obvious forms of divination; pyromancy, cartomancy, shufflomancy, carromancy, etc.
Make a list of your personal strengths and pride; focus on how strong and resilient you are; know that you have power, you have strength
Create a sigil or symbol that represents/invokes you and your personal power
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This is my list of discreet ways to worship Circe. I may add more later on! For now, I hope this was helpful. Thank you, and take care! 🩷
Link to Subtle Worship Master list
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iliosflower · 2 years
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Circe
Did the girl choose magic, or does magic choose the girl? An eternal riddle that circles even the fiercest of divinities.
Perhaps magic is the habit of choosing sharpeyed girls who ask too many questions for their own good. Perhaps it chooses girls who are not unloved, but not fully loved either.
Or maybe she calls to it by her being immortal, but rejecting her thick, sweet-smelling ichor and naming herself traitor to her kind.
Who needs a Sun God's ruthless court of the forever living and bitterly gleaming when one can have an island filled with lions and wolves who adore her for who she is, Goddess of herbs, or poisons, of turning every man who dares step foot here into pigs.
Some of us prefer the lonely to the glittering, the shaded hoods of trees to the constant glare of burning ochre.
Why be a half-finished poem in some forgotten poet's story, when one can be an odyssey in and of herself, part magic, part villain, part Goddess, part lover.
Magic aids her turn from defenseless nymph to Goddess - deathless majesty of a Titanide, summoner of an army of sharks and scorpions alike that would die to protect her.
Great Goddesses, Life lessons from myths and monsters - Nikita Gill, p. 31-32
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harrows-bones · 1 year
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I thought Medea would be the one who is intense with the divination tools but it’s actually Circe. she has cards fucking flying out of my tarot deck and practically yanks the pendulum around. and it’s always to absolutely drag me. I love her
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bouquet-justthethorns · 3 months
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Melancholia (Circe), Giovanni Benedetto Castiglione
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dreamweaverai · 5 months
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The Summoning
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Beneath the moon's veiled gaze, a coven of sorceresses weaves their incantations. Their white cloaks flutter like ghostly wings, and Circe, born from smoke and starlight, dances at the threshold of realms—where magic ignites and mortal boundaries dissolve. 🌙✨
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dionysianlove7 · 8 months
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My Devotional Playlists for Lady Hestia and Lady Kirke <3
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persephonesfoxway · 2 years
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moments when i feel my deitys:
(i saw this post in @caduceussky so i want to try it. credit to them)🖤
🥀Persephone’s pressence🥀
•When I'm at work (I work with children).
•When I use the color red.
•When I feel sensual
•when I set boundaries.
•When I do my skincare.
•The day
💀Hade’s pressence💀
•When I see a dogs.
•When I buy something that i really wanted.
•When I watch ghost or mystery movies.
•Death stuff.
•When I smoke and listen to music.
•The night
🦁Circe’s pressence🦁
•When I go to the beach.
•When I think about being a mother.
•When I'm working with my plants.
•When I make spells without looking at my books.
•When the sun shines on my face.
•Sunset.
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crazycatsiren · 2 years
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Hecate and Circe will continue guiding my journey as a witch. With their blessings, I will not be afraid. 🔮
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cajunwitch101 · 1 year
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Circe
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Circe goes to the shore of the sea to receive Ulysses. Bettmann Archive / Getty Images
One of the best-known mythological mistresses of mayhem is Circe, who appears in The Odyssey. According to the story, Odysseus and his Achaeans found themselves fleeing the land of the Laestrygonians. After a group of Odysseus’ scouts were captured and eaten by the Laestrygonian king, and nearly all of his ships sunk by large boulders, the Achaeans ended up on the shore of Aeaea, home to the witch-goddess Circe.
Circe was well known for her magical mojo, and had quite the reputation for her knowledge of plants and potions. According to some accounts, she may have been the daughter of Helios, the sun god, and one of the Oceanids, but she is sometimes referred to as a daughter of Hecate, the goddess of magic.
Circe turned Odysseus’ men into pigs, and so he set off to rescue them. Before he got there, he was visited by the messenger god, Hermes, who told him how to defeat the seductive Circe. Odysseus followed Hermes’ helpful hints, and overpowered Circe, who turned the men back into men… and she then became Odysseus’ lover. After a year or so of luxuriating in Circe’s bed, Odysseus finally figured out he should head back home to Ithaca, and his wife, Penelope. The lovely Circe, who may or may not have borne Odysseus a couple of sons, gave him directions that sent him all over the place, including on a side quest to the Underworld.
After Odysseus’ death, Circe used her magic potions to bring her late lover back to life.
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arcanewxtch · 2 years
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༻⋅·⋅˓ ࣪˖ 𖥔˚. ☽𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 ☾⋆ ˚𖥔. ˓ ࣪˖⋅·⋅༺
𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡
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khaire-traveler · 22 days
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��� Subtle Deity Worship Master List ✨
Greek Deities:
Subtle Aphrodite Worship
Subtle Ares Worship
Subtle Apollo Worship
Subtle Artemis Worship
Subtle Athena Worship
Subtle Dionysus Worship
Subtle Eros Worship
Subtle Hephaestus Worship
Subtle Hermes Worship
Subtle Demeter Worship
Subtle Hera Worship
Subtle Zeus Worship
Subtle Circe Worship
Subtle Hestia Worship
Subtle Helios Worship
Subtle Persephone Worship
Subtle Poseidon Worship
Subtle Hekate Worship
Subtle Nemesis Worship
Subtle Psyche Worship
Subtle Asklepios Worship
Subtle Haides Worship
Subtle Harpocrates Worship
Subtle Medea Worship
Subtle Lethe Worship
Subtle Selene Worship
Subtle Thanatos Worship
Subtle Nyx Worship
Subtle Hypnos Worship
Norse Deities:
Subtle Sigyn Worship
Subtle Loki Worship
Subtle Baldr Worship
Subtle Freyr Worship
Subtle Odin Worship
Subtle Freyja Worship
Subtle Thorr Worship
Subtle Jormungandr Worship
Subtle Hel Worship
Subtle Idunna Worship - created by @soil-and-stanzas :)
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This list will be updated as I make more posts!
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harrows-bones · 2 years
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circe really came for my throat when she said “stop being the eldest daughter and carrying all of your mother’s burdens, it’s stopping you from moving forward on your path” tonight
she’s right
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diana-thyme · 6 months
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Greek Gods 101: A Masterlist
This is a masterlist of the “Greek Gods 101” series. This series aims to provide basic information and worship ideas for both major and minor deities. This masterlist also involves heroes, deified mortals, spirits, and other figures of Greek mythology.
Aceso
Acheron
Acratos
Aedos
Aegle
Aeolus
Aether
Aglaea
Akhlys
Ampelus
Amphitrite
Ananke
Anemoi
Angelia
Anteros
Antheia
Aphrodite
Apollon
Aporia
Ares
Arete
Ariadne
Aristaeus
Artemis
Asklepios
Asteria
Astraeus
Astrape
Athena
Atlas
Bia
Britomartis
Calliope
Carpi
Cassandra
Ceraon
Cerberus
Ceto
Chaos
Charon
Chione
Chiron
Chloris
Chrysos
Circe
Clio
Clymene
Comus
Cratus
Cronos
Daphne
Deimus
Deipneus
Demeter
Dicaeosyne
Dike
Dionysus
Dysnomia
Ececheria
Eileithyia
Eirene
Ekho
Electryone
Eleos
Elpis
Endymion
Enyo
Eos
Epiales
Epione
Epiphron
Erato
Erebus
Eris
Eros
Ersa
Eucleia
Eudaemonia
Eunomia
Eupheme
Euphrosyne
Euporia
Eupraxia
Eurybia
Eurydice
Eusebia
Euterpe
Euthenia
Eutychia
Fates
Furies
Gaea
Ganymedes
Gelus
Hades
Harmonia
Harpocrates
Hebe
Hecate
Hedone
Hedylogus
Helius
Hemera
Hephaestus
Hera
Heracles
Hermaphroditus
Hermes
Hestia
Hesychia
Himeros
Homonoia
Horae (Seasons)
Horae (Time)
Hormes
Hybris
Hydros
Hygeia
Hymenaeus
Hypnus
Iaso
Iris
Lelantus
Lethe
Leto
Macaria
Matton
Medusa
Melinoe
Melpomene
Methe
Mnemosyne
Morpheus
Nemesis
Nike
Nyx
Oizys
Orpheus
Orthannes
Ossa
Ourania
Ouranos
Ourea
Paeon
Paidia
Palaemon
Pallas
Pan
Panacea
Pandaisia
Pandora
Pannychis
Panopia
Paregoros
Pasithea
Pegasus
Peitho
Penia
Penthus
Persephone
Perses
Perseus
Phales
Phanes
Phaunus
Pheme
Philophrosyne
Philotes
Phobus
Phoebe
Phorcys
Phthonus
Phusis
Pistis
Plutus
Poena
Polemus
Polymnia
Pompe
Pontus
Ponus
Porus
Poseidon
Pothus
Priapus
Prometheus
Pronoea
Prophesis
Psamathe
Pseudologoi
Psyche
Ptocheia
Rhea
Selene
Silenos
Sophrosyne
Soter
Soteria
Styx
Tartarus
Telesphorus
Terpsichore
Tethys
Thalassa
Thalia
Thalia
Thallo
Thanatus
Thaumas
Thea
Themis
Theseus
Thesis
Thrasus
Thyone
Tithonus
Triptolemus
Triton
Tritopatores
Tyche
Tychon
Urania
Uranus
Zelus
Zeus
What is a “Universal Offering/Devotional Act?”
Feel free to request or suggest deities! This list will be done in order but you can ask for me to complete one that’s further down the list.
This list is subject to change. There are probably repeat deities (deities who go by multiple names, parts of groups like the Horae or Charities who are mostly grouped together, etc.) on this list. Some deities are not on here. Some names are spelt wrong or different.
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yerrmar · 7 days
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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧.
Part one of the dancing queen series
Luke Castellan x Daughter of Circe Reader
Content: Swearing, nothing bad.
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THE BEACH IS always your favourite place to go when you feel like getting away from everything. Away from all the chaos of Aeae, it was getting more overwhelming the closer it came to your 18th birthday. The Nymphs wouldn’t stop cooing over how much you’ve grown, “You’ve blossomed into such a beautiful lady.”, they’d poke and prod at you till your whole body felt like it was in flames due to embarrassment.
You’ve never actually been out at sea, but you love how comforting it feels. It was strange how you felt comforted in the grasp of the unknown.
You’ve never been anywhere but your mother’s little island and you didn’t care. Everything you ever needed was here on the island, it was here with your mother. Besides, without you, there’s no telling how quickly your mother would fall apart without you. She never knew how much she needed you till she had you. She never knew a man could bring something so pure into the world.
She never knew love till you came into her life.
And you love her more than breathing itself, Circe isn’t a goddess to you at all, she’s your mother and you will never leave her side.
She turned the island upside down making this last month of your “childish youth” as she claimed. Her flower is growing up too quickly for her liking, she just wanted you to stay hers forever. The island buzzed with excitement for the day of the party. Everyone was talking about it, the nymph's joyful giggles always echoed through the trees during their gossip sessions with them. They’d told you even some of the gods and goddesses from Olympus would be making an appearance.
You don’t like to brag, but you were adored by many. The whole island loves you like you were a goddess yourself, they worship and praise you along with your mother. Even some of the gods and goddesses enjoyed your company. You’re as radiating as the sun, and you’re as tender porcelain. Everything about you is perfectly pure as if you’d never sinned.
The sun covered your whole body as you soaked it up like a sponge with water. Your hair was submerged in the sea behind you moving in perfect sync with the rippling of the waves. A book of poetry rested on your face, you gave up on reading it when you felt your eyes get heavier by the minute. You definitely shouldn’t be falling asleep in the sun, just because it graced you with kisses doesn’t mean that you’re immune from heat stroke.
You wished you could live in this moment forever, where the world was silent for once. No chaos.
Till the sound of a loud crash echoed in the distance. Your head shot up quickly turning to the rocky mountains. You squinted your eyes as you saw what looked like planks of wood floating in the distance.
Oh, my gods! Does that belong to a boat?
A squeal of excitement escaped from your lips as you ran over you’re the supposed boat wreck had happened. You shouldn’t be this delighted to see a wreck but you loved meeting and greeting new people on the island, except for men. You didn’t share the same hatred as your mother, but you definitely didn’t like going through the exhausting process of turning them in or turning them into guinea pigs yourself.
Carefully, you climbed up one of the large rocks and peaked over, watching the three strangers swim up to land.
“Percy, you idiot!” Annabeth cursed the blonde curly-haired boy, he just had to have a go at steering the boat and he of course broke it! So now they were stuck on an island with no way of getting home after their very long quest.
“Hey! Don’t blame me, the wheel was faulty.” Percy huffed crossing his arms, looking over to Luke, who had just about enough of this stupid quest. He’d spent too long with Percy and Annabeth, with their bickering like an old married couple he just wanted to get back to camp and have the sleep he desperately needed.
“It wasn’t faulty when Luke was steering!” Annabeth snapped back bawling her fists, “Now we have no way of going home!”
Luke sighed and rubbed his face, please don’t let that be true. He couldn’t endure another minute of the two of them, now he was stuck with them till they found a way to get home. “Let’s not think like that right now, okay?” He turned to his sister in hopes that she’d calm down, the young girl hesitated before nodding.
The dark-haired boy looked around at their surroundings trying to find anything that would tell him where they were. But he couldn’t see anything but dark mountains and the golden sand. If he wasn’t so annoyed at their situation he’d comment on how beautiful it looked. “We need to look around for boats we can steal, or better yet if anyone can help us.”
You watched as the three strangers talked among each other, biting you lip at their comedic bickering. Two boys and one girl. Perfect. You wanted to smash your head against the rock you hid behind. As if you needed more chaos. Now you had two strange boys that just showed up, your poor mother.
She’s going to be extremely overwhelmed if you bring them to her, but you really weren’t in the mood for turning boys into guinea pigs especially if it meant leaving that young girl on her own. It was a tough decision to make:
Disobey your mother, but it would stop her from shattering due to stress
Or
Turn them into guinea pigs and create more disturbance on the island, but you’d be making your mother proud.
Fuck it.
You swallowed down any hesitation you had. You ignored every doubt that tried to convince you to give in and do the right thing.
“Heard you needed help?” You moved from your hiding place and walked over to the trio. The sun had found you again, praising you with its beams of light.
The young girl drew her sword, even though she sensed no danger coming from you, it was better to be safe than sorry. She seemed young, like she couldn’t be older than fourteen, yet she seemed too mature to be so young.
“I assure you, there’s no need for that.” You smile softly at her, you stayed still though just in case she decided she wanted to start swinging her blade towards you, “I want to help you. But for me to do that I need you to trust me.”
A siren. Was Luke’s first initial thought as he watched you sway over to them, especially after hearing your voice that was laced with honey. The way you spoke, the way you moved had Luke enchanted.
“Who are you and where are we?” The sandy-haired boy demanded from beside the younger girl waving his sword at you threateningly, after seeing no movement coming from the older boy.
A light giggle left your pink lips at the boy’s ferocity, you told them your name-moving hair that had fallen in front of your face due to the strong breeze on this part of the island. “You’re on the island of Aeaea.”
Luke cursed running his hand through his hand again, their situation was getting worse and worse. Your eyes fixated on him for a while. You had seen boys before all of them were good-looking in different ways, but the boy in front of you was like a beauty you’d never seen before. And you’d like to keep him looking that way, rather than turning him into a furry little creature.
“The island of Aeaea.” The young boy butchered the name of your island, making you cringe, “As in Circe's island? The man-hating goddess?”
“Yep.” You nodded still smiling, “Welcome!”
The boy threw his arms up and scoffed. “That’s just perfect, we are going to be turned into pigs! By some crazy goddess!”
“Watch your mouth, that’s my mother you’re talking about.” Your smile had dropped into a scowl, and the trio's mouths dropped at your sentence. “Besides my mother doesn’t turn men into pigs anymore, she turns them into guinea pigs.”
Circe has a daughter? A demigod daughter!
“You’re lucky you crashed her this month. It’s my birthday soon and I’m in a very good mood, so I won’t be turning you in or turning you into a guinea pig myself.” You grinned, “You’re welcome.”
“Thank you?” The older boy finally spoke up, his voice sent a shiver down your spine. He reminded her of an angel. They’d always been described to be so beautiful that the world shook when they arrived on Earth. And Luke had just shaken yours.
And to Luke, you look like religion. Like every dark thought he’d ever had.
How could a stranger make someone feel this way? The feeling was strong, too strong. You wanted to shut everything thought about the unknown boy in front of you into a closet and lock it inside the darkness.
“So, help us then.” The blonde boy sassed, his hand was now on his hip and his foot tapped against the sand.
“First, what are your names?” You played with the light pink pearl that dangled on your chest, it was hung on a gold chain around your neck. Gold just complimented your skin so perfectly, you hated the way silver washed you out.
“Why should we tell you?” The older boy placed his hand over the young boy's mouth. Just because you said you’d help doesn’t mean you’re trustworthy, he knew better than to fall for a pretty face.
“Why would you have any reason not to trust me?” You frown. It was clear that the three had endured a lot due to how on edge they were, and from what you could see they had a lot of scars. “I have no weapons on me. And I have no reason to hurt you, I don’t even know you.”
The three looked at each other before huddling up to talk between themselves. You sigh and cross your arms in frustration, you could be basking in the sun right now or picking flowers from your garden, but no you’re here out of the goodness in your heart.
“She looks trustworthy,” Percy whispered looking behind him and watching as she kicked pebbles out of boredom. “She doesn’t look like a murderer to me.”
“And how’s that worked out for us so far? Trusting people just because they don’t look like killers?” Luke scoffed, remembering how they had constantly been fooled by wolves in sheep’s clothing.
“Luke’s right, but we don’t have any better options.” Annabeth sighed, the boys nodded in agreement not daring to disagree with her, she’s the wisest after all.
You watch as they nod to each other before turning back over to you. They were dragging out this silence and you didn’t like waiting. You played with the pearl, rolling it between your fingers. “So?”
“I’m Luke, this is Annabeth and Percy.” The pretty boy now had a name and you watched as he pointed over to the other two. He then returned his eyes to look at you, mainly fixating on the pearl that lay on your chest, “So pearl, how are you going to help us?”
A grin crawled onto your face as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “Follow me.”
Your mother wanted this birthday to be different, you were hitting a big age and she wanted the memory to stay with you forever. But this was far from what she had in mind.
Things can never stay the same, but you didn’t know how quickly they could change.
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calisources · 26 days
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𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.
All sentences here were taken from different media about possessive love, the thrill of the chase, banter, and competition regarding one's affection. Some have foul language so please beware but most are fun, banter, possessive fun. All of these are made for roleplay purposes. Change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.
I love you. You’re mine. I’ll kill any bastard who tries to take you from me.
I spend a quarter of every day inside you. 
I have never said this to anyone before.
But the idea of you with child is the most insanely arousing thing I’ve ever imagined.
Your belly all swollen, your breasts heavy, the funny little way you would walk … I would worship you. I would take care of your every need. And everyone would know that I’d made you that way, that you belonged to me.
You want to be free. You also want to be mine. You can't be both.
We can't possess one another.
Just because I can't have you right now, doesn't mean I'm okay with him having you.
I will be good to you, Myst. Please, I promise.
You are mine. And I protect what’s mine.
Of course I won't go alone. I shall take my maid.
No.You will take me.
The purpose of a knight is to protect. Why won’t you let him do his job to me?
I want you all to myself.
I can’t explain to you the joy I feel knowing it’s all mine. That you are all mine, that your body is all mine.
There is something in me that wakes up when I want something, a possession.
God knows he deserved you more than I do. 
Listen well, for you belong to me.
Good grief, you’re such an adorably greedy person.
And when you fall in love with her  just keep in mind that she’s mine. 
 She’s more than you could handle, anyway.
That almost sounds like a challenge.
I don’t need your permission to do anything.
Your hands will touch me and no one else, Meadow. That is final.
You chase off every man that’s ever been interested, and you do it without even trying.
You reject every suitor and yet, you keep entertaining me. I believe you want me too, and you are dying to be touched.
I don't own you, you just belong to me.
You’re my gold, your cunt is my liquid gold. 
I will have your mouth, you will give it to me. Then I will have your spirit, Circe. I will own it. Always.
By the gods you have never been more beautiful than you are right now, spread before me, wrapped in my wool.
Once I take you, you are mine. My woman. No other man can have you.
I do not belong to you, or to anyone else. I will talk to whomever I want, whenever I want.
Not if it’s some ass who thinks he can put his hands on you.
You didn’t have a problem with me acting like a caveman last night.
When it comes to you… I don’t like to share.
Most men prefer to do the eating.
Do you know what passion is?
Most people think it only means desire. Arousal. Wild abandon. But that’s not all. The word derives from the Latin. It means suffering. Submission. Pain and pleasure, Nikki. Passion.
You’re wearing my colors, love.
I’m going to put you on your knees, Ruby. You’re going to hate how much you love it.
He is my king, he is my warrior, he is my husband and I am proud to say above all… he is mine.
You have rare beauty the like I have never seen but you will be more beautiful heavy with my seed.
You are my golden queen. You are my tigress. You are my Circe. 
Never will I allow your gold to be taken from me. Never. Understand this, Circe, and never forget.
Maybe I fell in love with a version of him that didn't exist.
 I would have you right here if you would let me. Fear you? I exalt you. 
You could burn me a thousand times, and I would still want you for my own.
Everything has a price. The price, however, isn't always money.
You’re my scariest hell, You’re my perfect paradise.
Well, I admit my crib is pretty sweet. But a gold cage is still a cage, Harry.
I intend to the last. 
If I win, then you shall be mine. Tonight.
You are so sure of yourself.
The game is simple. The women run, the men chase. If you catch the one with your color. . .well, that’s up to you.
But women have been running all their lives, most men don’t catch that easily.
We are in a maze, lost, and your hand is up my skirt.
Aye, but I don’t hear any complaints. The maze will hide our secret.
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SO WE'RE EXCITED ABOUT HADES 2, RIGHT
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At least we had all better be, while I'm waving this broken bottle around.
Look guys I'm a Classical mythology wonk. And I don't mean like, "hey I read the Percy Jackson books, they were neat", I mean when I close my eyes before I sleep I pray to every god who might conceivably be listening that Linear A gets deciphered in my lifetime. I mean I've got a giant metal print of Circe Invidiosa by John Waterhouse in my bedroom. I mean that if you make the mistake of mentioning Hadestown in my presence you have unwittingly activated the trap card of "Sam talks about his string-and-sandwich board conspiracy theory about how Persephone was a terrifying eldritch queen of the dead and the entire greek world was scared shitless of her, so maybe knock it off with all these tender waifs in flower crowns, artists of the last two thousand years for two solid hours."
(The Percy Jackson books are extremely neat, btw)
So cut to 2020, the year of shit, and here comes a game from one of my favorite studios of all time, about one of my favorite subjects of all time, and it's gorgeous and deep and full of stupid gay drama and the art melts my eyeballs and the voice acting (true to Supergiant tradition) is basically indistinguishable from foreplay. So I played it. I played the absolute balls off of it.
AND THEY'RE MAKING A SEQUEL, HOLY SHIT
so the Thing about Chthonic deities is the underworld really creeped the Ancient Greeks out, so there's not a lot of writing about them that has survived to the present day, since if they were worshipped it was usually by mystery cults or more in an avoidant "please please please don't notice me I've been a good boy please" kind of way.
Hence why our favorite bisexual softboi dreamboat Zagreus doesn't really feature much in the mythology, except he was probably an offshoot of Dionysus and usually got synchronized with him, Hades himself, or Mycenaen Poseidon. They make a joke about this in Hades, btw (they make a fucking JOKE SONG about in in Hades).
BUT DID YOU KNOW ZAGREUS HAD A SISTER!?
Her name is Melinoë, and she's also cited from very limited sources, but I want to show y'all the brilliant Apostolos Athansssakis' translation of one of the view sources we have, the Hymn to Melinoë:
I call upon Melinoë, saffron-cloaked nymph of the earth, whom revered Persephone bore by the mouth of the Kokytos river upon the sacred bed of Kronian Zeus. In the guise of Plouton Zeus tricked Persephone and through wiley plots bedded her; a two-bodied specter sprang forth from Persephone's fury. This specter drives mortals to madness with her airy apparitions as she appears in weird shapes and strange forms, now plain to the eye, now shadowy, now shining in the darkness— all this in unnerving attacks in the gloom of night. O goddess, O queen of those below, I beseech you to banish the soul's frenzy to the ends of the earth, show to the initiates a kindly and holy face.
My guess would be is that Supergiant will not have her be the child of Zeus under false pretenses (there's sources that indicate Zagreus is also a child of Zeus) but still. Dope. Rad as hell. Zag's baby sister is a twin-bodied goddess of nightmares and I am excited a normal amount.
Also Apollo is gonna be in this one, you guys.
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Look at this magnificent pain-in-the-ass. I can already tell you he's going to be 10,000% annoying, and I am completely here for it.
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