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[cardierreh15]

Zeus Lament

Hold on to your fucking seats y’all! Things get messy! Both for good and for bad!

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Warnings 18+: Angst , Dub-Con Sex , Mind-Control/Mental Manipulation , Infidelity , Mentions of Cheating , Domestic Violence situation , Blood (Golden Celestial) , Nipple Stimulation , Cursing , Spitting , Breeding Kink , Oral (Female Receiving) , Death . PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!

Pairings: Zeus/Walter Marshall x Angela's (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: A terrible storm is approaching the city, wonder what could possibly be the cause?

Word Count: 5.8K

Song: Only RY X , Call out my name by The Weeknd.

The man sat across from his wife as she ate her fill and sipped on her wine. Everything but her beauty, disgusted him. But lately, even that was faltering. She was evil, jealous and spiteful. The infamous; Goddess of Marriage herself, Hera. 

‘You are quiet today husband.’ She said blandly as she took another sip of her wine to wash down the food in her throat. 

A reluctant smirk curled on his lips before he glanced away and shook his head. A small, hysterical chuckle left his lips before he rested his elbows on the golden table and rested his face in his palms. 

‘You speak to me as if you don’t know what you’ve done, wife.’ The word had poison behind it. It was no secret that Zeus had a loathe over his wife that no man or immortal had ever seen. Some would say with great reason! She’d proved herself to be murderous and invidious on many occasions. 

But, Zeus wasn’t in the right either. 

Sleeping around with mortals in different disguises to hide his true form; impregnating and soiling the oats that have been left untamed thousands of years ago. 

Perhaps, he’d driven her over the edge that she couldn’t retract from. 

Hera peeled her eyes away from her plate of food and glared up at her indignant husband. She tilted her head to the side gently, ‘What is it now, Zeus? You’re angry about that little “accident” that you’ve created? Many of what you’ve called them yourself.’ 

Zeus slammed his palm on the golden plated table, standing up to his feet with a baleful scowl written across his dramatic features. ‘THEY WERE MY CHILDREN!’

‘Your children are here!’ Hera spat hatefully. She had no remorse, no regret. ‘On Olympus where they belong. Not with those disgusting mongrels you call humans. Such a pathetic excuse for creations. Just like-’

‘I’d watch my next words, woman.’ His face, carved into perfection like stone and marble. Zeus stood up straight and swallowed hard. 

She stared back up at him, not breaking the glare. ‘Why do you do it? Why do you constantly put me  through this Zeus? Do you think I want to act the way I do? Do you think I thrive off of being bitter and hateful?! I am only this way because you made me this way!’ 

‘No, you only do this because you don’t give a damn about nobody but yourself!’ 

Hera grimaced and slowly stood to her feet, scooting her throne back behind her. ‘Selfish?! While I SIT HERE AND YOU GO OUT AND FROLIC ABOUT BETWEEN THE THIGHS OF THOSE VILE CREATURES!’ Golden tears filled her bright blue orbs. ‘I sit here and I wait for you, ZEUS!’

‘FOR WHAT!?’ he snapped back. Thunder began to roar beyond the walls. ‘DONT YOU UNDERSTAND?! I don’t want you! I haven’t wanted you in centuries! I only married you in the first place because it was a power move. You were a mistake–’

‘Mistake?! Zeus-’ 

‘You will address me as your King.’ He placed his hands on the table and peered across, ‘I won’t stop, Hera. I will not stop until I have found happiness and created a demi-God army of my own.’

‘Zeus-’

‘YOU WILL NOT STOP ME HERA!’ He exclaimed with great disdain in his voice. He began to round the table slowly, his golden heeled sandals clicking and echoing within the walls. 

Hera snatched up the golden blade she’d used to cut into her roasted goose. 

As soon as she found a good grip around the handle, he’d snatched her up by her throat looking down into her eyes. 

‘Ugh!’ She exclaimed at the sudden roughness. Golden tears had fallen down the sides of her face. 

‘If you interfere with my affairs again, My Queen.’ The word burned the back of his throat. Oh he’d do anything to strip her from that title. Hell, he really did hate her enough to kill her himself. She’d taken so much away from him. 

‘I will kill you… do you understand?’ 

Hera turned her gaze away from him, but he tightened up his grasp. 

Her lips trembled as she looked up into his stormy eyes. ‘You wouldn’t dare…’ she choked out. 

‘Then you don’t know me the way you think you do.’ He added monitorily. His warnings always went undone. Leaving ample room for Hera to continue to disobey him. 

He shoved her away from him before the both of them heard the small call of their youngest daughter, Hebe. 

‘Mama?’

She looked over at the massive golden doors that were cracked open. There she spotted the little face of the tiny goddess. Hera cleared her throat and put on her best smile, ‘Hebe. Darling-’ She approached her with open arms. 

The young one pushed the door open a little further before running towards her mother who was now on her knees. 

‘You’re supposed to be resting my sweet.’ 

‘I couldn’t sleep, mama.’ 

Zeus watched the mother speak to their daughter before he quickly spun off and walked towards the second set of double doors. 

***

The dark clouds loomed up above. Lightning bolts scattered across the sky like veins. The wind blew hard enough to almost tear her apartment building off of the support beams! 

Storms were quite the norm where Angela was from. The lightning capital of the world, Tampa, Florida. She’d lived through countless hurricanes and tropical storms. 

The news measured it out to be a tropical storm, the first one of the season. But something about this particular storm was different than the rest. 

Thunder shook the floor beneath her feet, causing her to stop in her tracks and wait for it to calm down. Angela had never been so anxious during a storm. Hell, this was her favorite kind of weather! But she had a gut feeling something bad was going to happen. 

The woman ripped open the big bag of ice and poured it into the cooler. Then, she began to stock perishable snacks and foods inside of it. 

Once she was done, she did a head count of her 5 gallon dispenser jugs, found her waterproof flashlight with batteries and made sure she had candles.

Angie placed her hands on her hips and gave herself a firm nod, ‘Alright! What could possibly go wrong?’ Another vociferous thunder clap erupted outside, causing lightning to flicker inside of her apartment. Then, the lights flickered off. 

The power died, causing an eerie silence to fill the air. ‘Dammit, running my mouth. I just fucked the whole building.’ She rolled her eyes and picked up her phone. The battery was on 11%. ‘What?!’ She exclaimed as she looked at the charger adaptor that had never been plugged up into the wall. 

‘You’ve got to be shitting me.’ 

She turned on the light on her phone and loaded up the flashlight with batteries and put her phone on Low Power Mode. Clicking the power on the flashlight. She walked down the hall to the electric breaker and pulled it open. 

Shining the light on the labeled switches, she shifted them to the side one and then back to their original places. But nothing. She assumed whatever generator the apartments management used had gone to shit. 

‘Cheap fucks’ she hissed before the flashlight began to flicker. ‘Uh uh! No, no!’ She began to bang on it, hoping it would keep its power but when it died, she let out a heavy huff. ‘Dammit.’

Angela walked back into the kitchen and began to light candles. 

Once the apartment was decorated with artificial light, she walked into her bedroom and took off her dress. 

She walked over to her dresser, lightning taking its own place in her room this time. Again, thunder followed. Not able to stand the blinding brightness, she walked over to the patio doors to close them. But what she saw in her backyard frightened her. 

Air lodged in her throat so she was unable to breathe out or in, she stared at the tall, dark figure that stood in the grass. Heavy, slanted rain blurred out its features but by the size of its shoulders, it had to be a man. 

Whatever the hell it was… it was massive. 

‘Close. The blinds. Angela. Close the blinds.’ She choked before quickly pulling the stick to the side and twisting them closed. 

Stumbling backwards, she let out a shuddered breath. She was afraid to walk to the kitchen and grab her phone; having the slightest belief that somehow the uncanny being would find its way inside without any aid. 

So, she just sat on the bed and stared. 

‘Wooo. It’s OK. Ain’t nobody gonna come out here in this rain…’ she uttered to herself and pulled her comforter back and tucked her chilly legs beneath. 

Every once in a while she would toss and turn. But she always brought her attention back to the blinds. Her anxiety wouldn’t let her rest for a while, until she just closed her eyes and counted. 

*** 

Zeus stood in the shadows of her bedroom. Lightning flickering across his face as he watched the mortal woman sleep soundly. Her soft snores could barely be heard over the rain that beat down against the glass slide door. 

Stepping from the safety of the darkness, Zeus crept over to her bed. His fingertips grazed atop the silky, bronze colored sheets. Once he made it to her, his bright blue eyes searched her face. 

She was a beauty to behold. Full lips, skin brown as cherry wood. Lashes so thick they almost looked like paint brushes. Then, it was her hair. Sprawled out beneath her it was coily and thick. He leaned down carefully, nuzzling his nose within the warmth of her hair. He inhaled deeply, slowly. Taking in her scent. She smelled of Rosemary and Lavender. Two scents he could get lost in forever. 

Pulling away, he grazed his pointy nose over her wide one before gently pressing his lips against hers. Letting his lips settle there, his mustache and beard tickled her chin and nose. Causing her to stir out of her sleep. 

Angela’s dark brown eyes flashed open to see the intruder with a beard and thick dark curly hair hovering over her. Her first reaction was to scream but instead Zeus had tricks of his own. 

‘Shhh, don’t scream.’ 

Her eyes reflected once in gold as she inhaled so hard she thought her head would explode. 

Zeus’ eyes continued to roam her face before traveling down to her neck and then the valley of her breasts. 

‘Wh-who are you? What are you doing in my apartment?’ Angela’s voice was rugged and shaky. But she was careful not to be too loud. 

‘Something you would never be able to comprehend mortal woman.’ His voice was much gentler than how he spoke to Hera just a few days before. 

His eyes broke from her gaze as he carefully ran his palm over her silky flesh; starting from her belly to her thighs but also pulling the blanket off in the process. Revealed onto him was her half naked body, dressed in a white sports bra and matching thong. 

Angela flinched at his cool touch, quickly shifting her hips away from him. ‘Don’t touch—‘ 

‘Don’t fight me.’ He hissed as thunder shook the apartment once again. 

Just like before, she followed his command willingly. She just laid there with tears in her eyes as his large hands began to caress her chubby thighs. ‘Wh-what are you g-gonna do to me?’ Angela stammered. 

‘Anything I please…’ he licked his lips as he looked up at her once again. She was silently sobbing. Tears falling into place of the last on the sides of her head. His thick brows pulled into one before he leaned back over her once again, ‘Oh my sweet one… don’t cry.’ 

Her sobs instantly stopped. 

‘Don’t you know how lucky you are? How special you are?’ Zeus brought his hand up and smooth out her cheek with his knuckles. Then, his index grazed her bottom lip. ‘You don’t have to be scared of me… I won’t hurt you.’

‘I—I have a boyfriend.. we’ve been dating for 3 years and—‘ she lied. ‘And-and he’ll be here soon!’ 

‘Oh? In this weather?’ Zeus said softly as he gently pinched her chin. ‘How romantic or jus plain stupid.’ He purred softly. ‘Tell me sweetheart, have you ever fuck a God?’ 

Angela’s eyes grew slightly, his words rocking her core, ‘N-‘

‘I didn’t think so… you see Angel. You need someone who’s gonna take care of you. In more ways than just… one.’ His index dropped to the valley of her breasts. 

A God?! What the hell was a God doing in her apartment? And why her out of all people? 

‘A God? There’s no way—‘ 

Zeus stared down into her eyes, his eyes flickering a bright gold for a second before fading back to their stormy blue. 

‘Oh my—‘ 

‘Zeus…’ 

Angela stared up at him; her eyes were a cauldron of fear, disbelief, and slight adoration. She had never seen something— something so graceful. So beautiful. ‘B-but why me?’ 

‘Well isn’t it obvious my little love? I have been watching you for weeks. That little inkling you felt of being watched.. It was me. I have been in your corner. You have enough beauty to my own daughter to shame.’ 

Aphrodite would not like that at all. She was much like her mother. Scorned to hell.

‘You’ve been stalking me?!’ 

‘Stalking, watching? Call it whatever you’d like. Fact of the matter is … you’re mine.’ 

His words nestled within her soul, causing whatever frightened feeling she had left to dissipate. In an instant, she felt protected. Perhaps it was his magic, controlling her mind and messing with her chemical imbalances. Whatever it was… it made her feel good. 

Zeus leaned down once again, lips almost touching hers. ‘Let me have you.’ 

Closing her eyes, ‘Yes.’ She uttered before parting her lips to welcome him in a kiss. 

Without another moment wasted, Zeus took her lips into his. He slithered his thick tongue into her mouth as his hand slithered down between her thighs. He grasped the thin fabric into his fist and tugged it; instantly tearing it to shreds. 

Angela’s fingers instantly found their way in his soft thick, dark locks which seem never ending. She barely noticed the absence of her panties until he was pushing her thighs part. The warmth from ecstasy was keeping her warm until he pressed his cold fingertips against her sensitive nub. 

‘Ooh.’ She gasped softly, her hips buckling for a second. ‘Cold.’

‘Forgive me little love.’ He began to rub at her core before slipping his middle and ring inside of her sticky entrance. 

Angela shuddered out in a moan, goosebumps prickling all over her skin, nipples hardening against her thin bra. 

She ripped her eyes away from his haunting gaze and looked down to watch him knead her from the inside out. She gripped the sheets beneath her. Her chest caving in as she tried to breathe through the pleasure. She wanted so badly to do something with her legs, kick and flail them about but she was still under his command. Don’t fight me. 

‘Ugh!’ She exclaimed as Zeus curled his fingers up and toyed with her G-spot. 

A wicked grin curled on his face as he watched her writhe and buck her hips into his embrace. He pressed his forehead against hers. 

Angela opened her mouth to speak but her words instantly became gibberish and a bed of incoherent moans. 

‘If you want it my sweet, all you have to do is ask.’ 

She felt her lower belly twist and knot, causing her thighs to clench as she felt her climax creeping up. It felt so close yet, so far. Wait, was he controlling that?! 

‘Can I — can I cum, please?’ She placed her hand on his shoulder, her nails gently digging into it through the cloth of his shirt. 

Zeus chuckled menacingly, ‘As you wish.’ 

His words were like some kind of invisible trigger, she was the chemical reaction that shifted the bullet in place and fired off the gunpowder. 

Angela inhaled hard before a satisfied scream erupted from her lungs. Her head fell back against her plush pillow, body trembling as she tried to comprehend that kind of intensity. 

He finally pulled his fingers from the warm home of her. ‘I can provide you with so much more. Would you like that?’ His sticky fingers grazed her neck. 

‘Yes. I-I need you.’ 

That stomach twisting smile curled up once again against his beard. He was to die for. 

Zeus stood up, bringing her small hand in his grasp and bringing her up to her feet. Her legs wobbly from the previous assault on her womb and cunt. 

‘Then you have me, my little love.’ 

He towered over her like a mountain. Him sitting on her bed made him seem so much smaller that way. Zeus leaned down, pressing his lips against hers once more as his clothes disappeared. 

She wrapped her arms around his wide frame as he pulled her chubby body against toned muscles. Angela pulled away from the kiss. Her big brown eyes trailed from his face to his shoulders, and abdomen. ‘Wow…’ her hands slipped from his shoulders and down his abdomen. ‘You’re really… real.’

‘As real as you are my love.’ 

She wasn’t expecting a God, no— the infamous King Of Gods to be so… kind. History made him out to be a spineless shithead. But this being before him was everything but that. 

Or was that what he was making her think? 

‘Lay back. Get comfortable.’ 

Following his command, Angela sat back down on her bed and laid back against her pillows. 

Zeus stood at the end of the bed before crawling in and spreading her thighs. He lowered his head between her legs as he rested on his front side. Then, he planted soft kisses on her inner thighs, navigating his lips to her flower. 

He placed the flattening of his tongue on her slit before lapping up slowly until he found her clit and brought it between his lips. 

‘Mmmm, yess.’ She moaned out as she reached down and found her fingers intertwined in his locks once again. 

He sucked teasingly on her clit before letting it go with a pop, then flicking his tongue over it. He used her pussy as if it were her mouth instead. Licking, and kissing with passion and a purpose. 

‘Ooooh Zeus just like that. Mmmm.’ Angela moaned as she rolled and rocked her hips into his face.

Her words only fueled his desire and want for her. He grabbed her thighs and pushed them back so he could satisfy her in a more efficient way. More exposed, Zeus was about to dip his tongue within her walls and lick her from the inside out. Every once in a while though, his tongue would slip and tickle at her puckered asshole.

Angela leaned up on her elbows, her breathing shallow as she watched this celestial being indulge on her body in the most sinful of ways. He was just wicked in that way. Honestly, if it weren’t for the immense pleasure he was inflicting upon her– she would’ve thought this was a dream. ‘Uhhh fuck!’ 

Zeus relished in her taste. She tasted the most delectable of forbidden treats. He wanted to keep his face buried between her thighs for as long as the Earth rotated but the way his hips grind against the bed to soothe his aching member… Zeus was more than ready to claim her. 

Letting out a gentle grunt at the pleasure that burned at his lower gut, Zeus’ lips ghosted her inner thigh before placing a gentle kiss there. 

She had just begun to recover from her profound orgasms. Her thighs trembled, almost mimicking the sound of thunder outside. ‘Oh! Fuu—‘ 

Zeus brought himself up on his knees. His naked body resembled the ancient marble that were carved in Greece thousands of years ago. Except that one particular thing. 

Humans once believed that men that wielded such large members lacked intelligence and were compared to violent, brainless, sex-crazed creatures.

Actually, Zeus’ cock had been tampered to be quite the insignificant thing but now… it was no wonder he made stupid decisions.

With distinguishable veins traveling over his Adonis belt, that was a sign of healthy blood flow. He was hung like nothing she’d ever seen. The whole package really. 

‘Jesus- oh… I mean…’ Angela whimpered softly as she finally pulled her eyes away from his cock. ‘Wow… you are… not what I expected.’ 

Zeus smirked and began to crawl over her, closing that gap between them. ‘You’ve must’ve seen the statues. Are you afraid?’ His smile had grown slightly bigger. 

She let out a soft breath. Well, she had a lot of reasons to be afraid right now. One of them being that a celestial God that had been known for his treachery was laying between her legs! 

‘Mmm. No.’ She lied again. 

‘Then we shall make haste.’ He said before helping her get her sports bra from over her head. Her breasts were so round, large and supple. His tongue traced over his lips as he tried to calm the beast that was so desperately fighting to get free. 

Then, his eyes flicked up back to hers, ‘Are you ready my sweet?’ 

Swallowing hard, Angela nodded as her hands gently rested against his cool muscular back. 

Zeus had given her a sly smile before adjusting his hips. His thick bell shaped tip against her honey coated pussy. And before he made the final blow, he pressed his lips against hers. Their tongues slipped in one another’s mouth once again for a short moment before he pulled away slightly. 

‘Bite down on me if it hurts…’ 

Angela nodded one more time before bringing him back into another kiss. 

As they kissed, Zeus thrusted his hips forward only slipping just the tip in. A wince left his chest as he felt the piercing pain of her biting down into his bottom lip. It was too late to pull back now. So he began to sink his hips into her further. This earned him a loud wail from her but the piercing continued. 

Gritting his teeth to bear the pain, Zeus let out a groan as he went as deep as he possibly could. 

Angie had released his hold on his lips and looked up at him with terror in her eyes. Half from the brutal stretch and half from his lips and beard coated in shiny gold blood. 

‘Ugh! — Oh My— Zeus, is that? My God— you’re bleeding!’ 

Zeus pressed his fingers against his lips and examined it, ‘Yes. It appears that I am.’

‘Well, are you alright?!’ She exclaimed in worry. 

He couldn’t help the gentle feeling that came over him. The feeling of knowing someone cared for him. He knew that his wife did… but not in the way he felt from Angela. Hera only wanted her throne and position of power. She’d otherwise be nothing without him. But, Angela… no other human woman had shown such compassion and kindness. Even if… some of this was against her will. 

‘I’m fine my little mortal… see?’ 

Zeus brushed his thumb over his wounds and they healed in an instant. Only the blood remained and would serve as a reminder that he could also be hurt too. 

Letting out a breath in relief she grabbed his face and pressed the back of her hand against his bearded jaw. 

He brought back his hips slowly and steadily before thrusting forward once again. He held back a moan that always slipped between his lips. 

But Angela let out a whimper as her nails dug into his flesh a little. 

Zeus soon began to pick up the rhythm of his hips, creating a bit more friction. Now he wasn’t holding back his moans. She felt way too good to front over. 

Angela felt so uncomfortably full at first but then a surge of pleasure began to pump through her body like drugs. She’s had great sex before but nothing could compare to this! Her standards have completely changed and if it wasn’t him… then she didn’t want it. 

‘Ooooo! Zeus, fuck that’s so fucking good baby. Haaa! Don’t stop!’

‘Uhhhh. I’m not my love, we can go for as—URGH! As long as you like.’ 

Their moans echoed throughout her room and was enough to combat the lightning that was striking nearby and the thunder that shook the building. They were in a world of their own at this point. 

Zeus brought up Angela’s thigh and rested her leg over his shoulder. He began to pump deeper, harder and faster. ‘Ooh fuck… you feel so fucking amazing.’ He moaned out before leaning down and wrapping his lips around her hardened nipple. 

‘Zeus, just like that—‘ her fingers slipped through his hair as his tongue tickled and teased over the sensitive flesh. She could feel her womb twisting and turning just the same as it did earlier. ‘Mmm, I’m so close. Fuuuuuuck!’ She called out.

He’d begun to pump his hips faster, groaning and grunting against her breast. 

Her thighs began to tremble as an ineffable climax rocked through her, ‘AUGHHH! FUCK!’ She cried out. 

Leaving one last lick to her nipple, Zeus slowed down his thrusts and brought her lips back in for another kiss as he moaned against them. ‘Fuck you’re so warm. I can stay buried inside you forever.’ He growled before placing wet kisses under her chin and her neck. 

A sheepish grin was casted on Angela’s lips as she just tried to process that vehement orgasm that she’d just passed. Her lips quivered and her chest heaved as she gently clawed down the valley of his spine. ‘Mmmm, My God… I want you here forever.’ 

Zeus began to pick up the pace of his hips once more as his lips began to make their way back up to hers once again. He couldn’t get enough of how she tasted. He couldn’t remember the last time he and The Queen kissed. Probably centuries ago when Hebe was born. Other than the birth of his sweet child, The Goddess of Youth, there was no other reason to remember that day. 

After sending Angela in a whirlwind of mind-bending orgasms, he pulled away to stand on his knees. ‘Lay on your front side.’ On command, she rolled over and got comfortable. He leaned down to press kisses on her shoulder before his cleft nose drug across her misty, prickly skin. She smelled so good and she felt so warm. 

He carefully spread her thighs with his knees as he sat back up. Stroking his throbbing cock, he used his hand to navigate her entrance this time. Time wasn’t wasted this go around, so he thrusted his hips forward into her. 

The both of them let out a synchronized groan; Zeus threw his head back; quickly coming to his senses that he would not last long in this position. He had the perfect bird’s eye view of her ass and his cock sliding in and out. He was no better than a mortal man now. 

‘Mmmm.’ Angela groaned, feeling so much pressure and pleasure against her wet walls. She began to grip the sheets in her fist, knowing that it was going to be a bumpy ride.

Zeus caressed his hands up from her thick thighs to her chubby waist. There, he gripped tightly before he started to accelerate. ‘Ugh, shit- yeah. Haaaah.’ He groaned as he thrusted hard and fast. 

Her pretty dark brown eyes rolled to the back of her head as she could already feel her body betraying her once more. ‘Fuck yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes! ZEUS!’ Angela whined out. She slipped her hand beneath herself and began to toy with her clit as he destroyed her from behind. 

The glorious sounds of her angelic songs and his skin crashing and pounding against hers fueled his desire once more. His eyes had shifted from their humanly blue to the color of the blistering sun. His moans were deeper and inhuman. He sounded more of a beast now than he did of a man. Beads of sweat prickled across his forehead, shoulders and his torso. 

His grip on Angela’s hip grew tighter as he reached over and gripped her ponytail, pinning her into her pillow. 

‘Ooh right there baby! Fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum again. Oooh shit!’ 

And just like the flip of a switch, she’d turn into putty in his grasp. But this only encouraged him to keep going. Not like the last time when he decided to give her a break. No, he wanted to rip those orgasms away from her and have her crawling come morning. 

‘OOH DEAR FUCKING– ZEUS!’ Angela wept; tears had soon fallen down the side of her face. 

‘Uh huh! Call out for your God baby.’ 

Orgasm after orgasm, Zeus’ thrusts had become staggered and arrhythmic. He was losing the battle. So, he rested his body atop hers and slowly began to thrust his hips into her. ‘Angela…fuck. I’m gonna give you– ugh! Such a beautiful baby.’ 

She didn’t think, and perhaps she thought he wasn’t serious but when she pressed her ass into him as he nestled deep inside her.

She was sadly mistaken. 

‘UH! FUCK– GAAAHHH!’ 

Zeus had finally unraveled, releasing thick and rich ropes of semen inside of her. He throbbed, gently stretching her out as he bred her. His body shook as the thunder roared with a vengeance outside. ‘Uh…’ He couldn’t speak. 

Angela rolled her hips beneath him, milking him from everything he had. She looked back at him just in time to see his golden hues disappear in the darkness of his ghostly blues. His thick curls were slightly damp from the work out and his parted lips had turned up into a relieved smile. Angela returned the smile and stretched her neck up to kiss him. 

***

The Next Morning… 

Her eyes fluttered open, her tired eyes fixated on the ceiling for a moment. She groaned softly as she slowly turned over to see an empty side of the bed. It was messy, and a telltale sign that he was once here.

She placed her hand on the vacant sheets and ran her hand over them. Still warm… it was then when she’d noticed that her patio blinds were open. The sun had beamed in on that empty space and kept it heated. 

Funny, she had her blinds closed and her window was open across the room. 

Suddenly, she heard a booming voice… deep with a pretty and very familiar accent. 

‘Zeus.’ She uttered excitedly as she scooted herself out of her King sized bed and wrapped the sheets around her. Almost losing her footing, she rushed out her room and down the hall where the voice became distinguishable. He was here! Wow, he was still here! 

Cutting the corner, there he stood in her kitchen with a phone pressed against his ear. He flashed her a bright smile and a wink. 

Returning the gracious smile, her eyes roamed down to his belt where a flashy police badge rested on his hip. Confusion instantly struck her and her smile had faltered. She managed to walk up behind him and sneak his wallet out of his back pocket. When she opened it up, she felt as if air had been snatched out of her lungs. 

Walter Marshall. DOB: 05/05/1983. Issued Date: 07/23/2020 Expiration Date: 05/05/2026 

‘What are you doing with that?’

Almost jumping out of her skin, ‘Huh?’ She looked down at his wallet and looked back up at him. He folded his arms across his massive chest. He’d had this slightly amused smirk curled up on those lips. ‘I-... I don’t know -just…’ She just handed it back to him and swallowed her spit. 

‘Mmmm, maybe you need more rest. You worked double last night, I’m surprised you’re awake!’ He reached over and placed a kiss on her temple. 

‘Double?’

‘Yeah? At the hospital? The storm came in and almost destroyed the city.’ Now confusion was written on his face. 

And they were confused together. 

‘...The hospital. Alright… And you were?’

‘I was at the precinct. They had us shelter in place… hey, what’s going on are you feeling alright, Ang?’ 

Angela cleared her throat and let out a sigh. She was just about to tell him about this crazy dream she’d had until she saw a little frame of them on the bartop. She was dressed in a gorgeous white dress and he wore this chic black and white tuxedo. His beard was gone and his hair was cut to perfection. 

She quickly brought up her left hand, gazing at the big sparkly teardrop diamond that sat delicately on her finger. My, it was by far the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. 

Suddenly, a flood of memories brought her back to her current reality. Perhaps the impact of working so hard and that storm had her a little delusional. 

‘I’m alright, Walter. I just had this… crazy dream.’ 

‘Hmph, must’ve been! Here, let’s talk about it over breakfast-’

‘NO!’

Walter paused for a second as his thick brows pulled into one.

‘It’s just… Has someone ever told you that you kind of favor Zeus?’

His cheekbones turned pink and glanced to the side, ‘You mean Zeus like the God?’

She nodded. 

‘No, mama. Is that what your dream was about, baby? I was a Greek God?’

When he said it, she just felt so damn stupid. She was embarrassed for even bringing it up. ‘Just forget it.. I don’t want to talk about it.’ 

Walter reached over and grabbed her hand, ‘Aw baby girl, don’t be embarrassed. C’mon we’ve all had silly dreams before… tell me what happened.’ He pulled her close and placed a kiss on her cheek. 

‘Well… we… erm.’ 

He tilted his head to the side as his large hands traced up and down her body. 

Angela cleared her throat as she looked up at him, ‘We were–..’

‘Would you like to show me what we did in the dream? You know I've always learned better by touch and physical interaction.’ 

She stared up at him as a slow grin curled up on her lips. ‘As tempting as that sounds baby, um… i think you’re burning the bacon.’ 

And on cue, the smoke alarm blared in the kitchen. Dark gray smoke floated up to the ceiling. 

‘Shit!’ Walter exclaimed as he gently pushed her away and rushed to the stove. He choked as the stench burned at his throat and lungs. He reached over and turned off the knob and let out a gentle sigh.

‘Woman you’re a distraction…’ He turned half way with a gentle smile on his lips, ‘Get some clothes on. We’re going to breakfast. My treat.’

Inhaling deeply through her nose, she gave him a smile in approval, ‘If there are grits involved then I’m in.’ 

‘Good, I know a spot.’ He said with a smirk, watching her glide back in their bedroom. 

His smirk instantly faded, the glow of gold reflected in his gaze. 

He picked up the pan that was now coated in black soot and threw the scraps in the trash. Then, he dropped the pan in the sink. 

Walter squirted some dish soap over the scrubber and began to do away with the burnt food. Suddenly, a  soft yellow light glowed in his peripheral. He paused his movement, ‘As what do I owe the pleasure,’ he lifted his head, ‘Hera.’ 

The Goddess stood tall, her eerie gaze reflected in her eyes. Her blonde hair had specks of gold in her locks. She wore a royal white satin toga with gold trimmings. Nose and lips swollen and pink from all of the sobbing. He’d been gone for days. Living a fantasy that he’d created. 

‘The children ask of you, Zeus.’ 

‘The children are old enough to take care of themselves. And I thought I told you to address me as, Your King.’ He gently brought a dirty knife from out of the sink and placed it in his belt. 

Hera inhaled deeply, and watched him round the counter to join her in the dining room. ‘It’s Hebe. She misses you… I… miss you. Why can’t you come home? Why can’t you be with your real family? You don’t belong here.’ 

‘And you know where I belong?’

‘Why must you be so cantankerous?! You have a family. And it is your duty as a father, as a King, as a God—‘ 

‘My family is… here. I have everything I could possibly want here. Those insubordinate, spoiled and treacherous adults you call children—‘ 

‘You don’t talk about them that way!’ She exclaimed with tears filling her eyes once more. 

‘I will talk of them however I want. Now, I know when I left Olympus I told you not to stand in my way… and yet you come here… you disturb me.’ He walked closer to her as she took a few steps back. ‘What should I tell our children once they discover that you’re dead hmm.’ 

‘Zeus..’ she trembled as a tear fell down her face, ‘Please… it doesn’t have to be like this.’ 

‘Oh but my vindictive wife… it does. See— you have pushed me away for centuries.. you don’t truly love me. Not really, only when I lie with other women— that’s the only time you actually give a damn. In the meantime, you’ve taken everything’ Zeus hissed through his teeth — ‘from me. Now I have everything I want… and you won’t ever come in between that ever again.’ 

‘My King. Please, I will leave — I will — ugh!’ Hera gasped as she felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her ribs. She hiccuped before looking down to see Zeus’ hand on the handle of a kitchen butcher knife, with the blade delved between her rib cage. ‘Hyuck!’ 

‘Ive started with you, My Queen… my new wife will take your place on the throne and I will rid my bloodline of those foul, demented children you claim belong to me. They will join you soon.’ Zeus snatched the blade from the wound and watched her fall to her knees. 

Hera collapsed on her back; wheezing as her golden blood leaked from her nose and gargled out the side of her mouth. ‘Mmm—mmm.’ She held onto her wound tightly. 

Zeus squatted down, pushing her golden locks out of her face, ‘Don’t fight love. Death is such a beautiful thing. Peaceful if I might add.’ A deranged smile curled on his lips as he watched her take her last breath with a final tear falling down her face. 

Her bright golden eyes had faded to a lifeless gray, her hair turned gray as heavy rain clouds and her once lively skin was deathly pale. 

He pressed his lips together and inhaled deeply, ‘GoodBye Hera.’ 

‘Hey honey I was think—‘ 

Angela had walked down the hallway, plugging her earrings into her ears when she saw the gruesome sight. Her heart had sunk to the pit of her stomach and her mouth had fallen open in shock. 

Zeus snapped his head over his shoulder to look back at her. His eyes still shined their brilliant gold and he still held that bloodied knife in his grip. He defensively stood to his feet. 

‘Wh-wh-wh-‘ she began to hyperventilate. She grabbed the chest of her shirt in her fist as if she could grab her heart itself. Angela stumbled back as tears filled her eyes with fear. 

‘Ooooh my sweet petal.’ He smirked as he tossed the blade to the floor, then his eyes returned to their gentle blue, ‘You weren’t supposed to see that.’

‘That?!’ She gasped, ‘Oh my god— the dream… it was true! It was real! You’re toying with me!’ 

Zeus inhaled deeply, slowly blinking once, ‘As real as you are… you’ve no need to be afraid of me. I told you I’d protect you and I intend on keeping my promise, wifey.’ He brought his hand up, flashing the golden wedding band on his finger. 

‘Who is that woman on my floor?’ Angie shuddered out, placing her hand on her stomach to mellow out her queasiness. 

‘Oh… her? If you must know… Hera. She was my wife. Former Queen.’ 

Angela gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, ‘Wh—what did you do?! Why did you do that to her?!’ 

‘She sought to kill you, woman. Why must you question me!? I SAVED YOUR LIFE!’ 

‘And how do you know?!’

‘BECAUSE I KNOW HER!’ Zeus exploded, ‘Every chance she got to make me miserable and take away those who are near and dear to me, she did and without contrition! In a few days time she would’ve inflicted some rare form of cancer upon you or had one of her loyal servants come and slit your throat or worse…’

‘W-worse?’ Angela murmured. 

Zeus’ tearful gaze had fallen upon her belly before looking down. ‘You are with child, Angela. My child.’ 

Angela gasped at the news, tears filling her eyes and quickly spilling over. ‘No, no. That can’t be!’ 

‘It is Angela and I eliminated her so our child could have the best possible chance to grow and succeed in the future… so I can have the proper heir… from a woman that I truly love and truly adore— Angela, don’t you get it?’ 

He took a step forward and she took a step back. 

‘This. Is. destiny. A start of a new era, a new beginning… I never intended to be with Hera. I never loved her… she doesn’t make me feel the way you do.’ 

A sob ripped through Angela’s chest, ‘And how am I to make you feel? I’m just a mere stranger you came and took advantage of!’ 

‘No! No. You’re much more than that my little love… you make me feel… human. Gentle… fair.’ He approached her carefully with his hands out. ‘My entire ruling as King of Gods, I’ve been used… abused in all aspects of the word… I’ve never been treated normally… but being here with you, Angela. You make me feel heard. When you look at me I don’t see anger or hate.’ 

Angela looked up at him as she wiped her nose with her wrist and sniffed. 

‘I see a bright future,’ he added as he took her hands into his, ‘Where you sit by my side as my Queen… and we rule Olympus and the Overworld… just the way it’s intended to be. Just—‘

She stared up at him, not able to form words because she was so consumed by fear and confusion.  ‘I could make you a Goddess. Make all your dreams come true my little love… just say… yes.’

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[adracat]

Prospera 2: Ruler of the Sea

For my initial Prospera and mythology analysis chk here

After a deeper look and another rewatch, I realized there's another god Prospera is harking to. Bear with me, I swear there's evidence. First off, let me start with the obvious. Shin Sei's corporate logo looks a bit like permet, but also clearly a trident and what seems to be a wave. Neptune.

Obviously, GWitch has nothing to do with water on the surface. But it is a Tempest adaptation with Prospera as the storm conjuring magician. Considering the intro with our leads floating in a Pisces formation and Elnora and Eri reinacting its mythological parallel in Prologue, Space = Water.

Delling may be the 'king' of Benerit, thus an easy Zeus parallel, but Prospera is the ruler of the sea. As she proves in her domination of S2.

Neptune isn't just the sea king, Neptune/Poseidon is Ennosigaios (Earthshaker). The cause of earthquakes, and the bringer of the great flood that destroyed all of life in Roman myth. Her havoc on Earth and in the 'sea' is demonstrative of this.

This also gives poignant weight to Earth House's symbolism as the dove that soars above the waves and returns with an olive branch to the Ark. Life restored to earth.

This was alluded to with the establishment of GUND-ARM in S1

For this parallel, Miorine is playing Athena/Minerva (which isn't hard to believe since she's both the princess of Strategy, coded with Wisdom repeatedly, and grey-eyed like the goddess) The myth of the establishment of Athens says Athena was in a competition with Poseidon to see who could give the most impressive gift to the people. Poseidon struck the ground and created (accounts vary) horses or a spring. Athena created the first olive tree. In the show, their competition leads to the establishment of the peace-bringing GUND-ARM

Another epithet of the sea lord is Kyanochetis (Blue or dark-haired) which could explain the reason for her change in coloring from the shining Elnora. And yet another is Hippios (of the Horses). Considering horses for this universe are mobile suits, Prospera as a horse lord is appropriate.

Now, the next bit is faily speculative but considering there's so much already indicating Prospera was affiliated with Notrette, I'm going to be a bit cursed.

Notrette is Anesidora, and firmly coded as the agricultural mother Demeter. Demeter, searching for her missing daughter, runs across Poseidon who lusts for her. She flees in the form of a mare and he pursues the goddess as a stallion. This results in two offspring; Despoina and Arion. Despoina's (The Mistress) true name was lost to history but Arion was the black or red-maned horse of Heracles. You can extrapolate this tale to Prospera 'defiling' Notrette's research/affiliation leading to QZ, uploading Aerial's biometric code, perhaps the creation of Suletta, and her use of Aerial.

There's likely more, and maybe when I rewatch again I'll spot it. But for now, it's definitive to me Prospera is intended as Neptune; God of the Seas and Storms in Roman tradition. It also gives more weight to her coding as Venus the morning star (the romans saw her as a sea diety because she was born of seafoam and linked to Neptune). Just when you thought Mama Char couldn't get more great and awe-inspiring~

Go here for some design speculation that hints to this

#Another epithet is the Holder of the Earth #More cursed knowledge #g witch #g witch spoilers #gundam witch from mercury #prospera mercury #analysis and speculation

[redahlia-writes]

cupid and psyche. | manda’lor!din djarin au (series masterlist)

“I’m afraid your reputation precedes you, and my father is a very superstitious man,” she began with a heavy exhale. “He visited an oracle - who told him that my faith lies in the bloodied hands of a man with no face,” at that she looked up fully, her neck craned, her eyes following the shape of his helmet before moving towards the visor, leaning in conspiratorially. “I prefer to think it’s because he noticed the improvements on Mandalore and amongst your people since you became ruler. It’s better than all that fate babble.”

part one | part two | part three

Content: minors dni. the story (narrated in third person, she/her) can be read as reader insert, although the mc is referred to as “cyar” multiple times (meaning “love” in mando’a); din being emotionally unaware and somewhat of an idiot, but also a simp, fluff, angst, arguing, miscommunication, mentions of illness, religious topics, symbolism, a slight hint of codependency, arranged marriage, cursing, smut (din gives her hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, a blindfold involved, extreme make-out session, outdoors sex), this is extremely heavy in descriptions i’m not gonna lie

when i first started this au, it was meant to be shorter - as always when writing for this man, something overtook me and i ended up with 30+ pages of text. i tried to adapt it as best as possible with the star wars/mandalorian universe while still keeping some aspects of the original myth. some characters might be ooc. for cyar’s dresses, i used mandalorian armor colour meaning. 

Author’s note: cupid and psyche is a story originally from apuleius’ metamorphoses. it tells of the love between a princess, psyche, young and beautiful - so beautiful people neglected their worship of the goddess venus in favour of her -, and cupid (or eros or amor), venus’ son. the goddess sends her child to shoot an arrow to psyche that will make her fall in love with an hideous creature - instead, cupid pricks himself with his own dart and falls for the girl.

meanwhile, an oracle says to her father that she is destined to marry “a dragon-like creature who harasses the world with fire and iron and is feared by even jupiter and the inhabitants of the underworld” - so the girl is dressed in funeral attire and sent off to a peaky rock, where zephyrus will later bring her towards her destiny. cupid and psyche marry, but there’s only one condition: she cannot look upon her husband, and all their meetings happen at night, in the darkness.

when her sisters visit psyche in her new home, envious, they bring up the oracle that foretold she would end up with a monstrous creature, and convince her to try and spy on her husband’s face. so one night, she looks at him with the aid of a oil lamp and, startled by his beauty, accidentally spills the oil on him, wounding him and making him flee.

after that, in her attempt to seek help and her lover, psyche ends up meeting venus herself, and she puts her through a series of impossible tasks - the last one causes psyche to fall into a deep, death-like slumber: that is when cupid, now healed, finds her again, takes the sleep from her face and brings their case to zeus himself, who agrees on making her immortal and marrying them as equals.

special thanks to @lcvenderblues​ for putting up with me during the creation of this. love you <3

ps: how many references to pride & prejudice (2005) can you add in a single fic? the answer might surprise you!

also on AO3 - masterlist  

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[bigbarabelly]

Okay, what's the political power situation between Lucifer and Hades? I imagine that Hades is the ancient king of hell and that Lucifer is a powerful fallen angel who became Hades' Prince consort. Or are they both powerful Cukes of hell and now are Hell's power couple Mark Anthony and Cleopatra style? I want to know because your ocs are cool and horny reasons because I like my smut with complex politics.

@trtyutr

MOOD I make new ocs every five minutes and immediately give them a bf and figure out the angst and positives and who they actually are other than a completely one dimensional ab and belly dude of jerk off art u know?

Talking with my buddy about figuring their back story since we made these dudes basically in the last week akfjdhs but figure Hades has been in command of the underworld for god knows how long of ageless creation eons losing to Zeus on the power grab of duties. Lucifer getting his ass slam dunked to earth or straight to the underworld core for being kicked out of his Fathers heaven house for “clashing ideals” LMAO

and idk shit about either religions we are basic googling and ocifying the FUCK out of fiction and aesthetics lmao

and hades just kind of watching and learning who this odd god, human, or whatever wayward soul he is acting like he owns the place. He can’t quit figure out wtf he is in terms of not being the same vein of cosmic family as his Olympian godhood. Both eternally long living and existing and yet unknowing of each other as equals being in power and their own realms of control of the mortal and cosmic planes. Hades servants are like so should we kick him out? And he’s just kinda like wait I wanna see how this plays out. He’s kinda funky and new and I’m bored.

Hades is more calm and stoic but quicker to yell and impose his reign to remind his house of who is in charge. While Lucifer is viciously sweet and deceptively calm in his anger. He doesn’t yell but is so fucking serious you can feel it radiating through the dark depths of hell. Whereas hades when he’s mad or just emotive in general has his black hair crackling and fiery. Hades runs the general of everything while Lucifer deals with details and keeping things tight knit and things from slipping through the cracks of their control. Hades is imposing physical control while Lucifer is politics and spies to keep his organization in place. They’re both disgustingly sappy towards each other but Lucifer is more vile and way more eager to be nasty. Hades has a soft heart under it all.

They spoil the fuck out of their son cause he wasn’t really planned and they have no intention of giving up their ever eternal rule together. Which is fine with Ace cause he doesn’t want it. He’s a creation of their love and passion for finding each other and wants to explore earth away from his gross kissy dads to find his own love and longing for life away from the land of the dead LMAO

Hades fell for Lucifer first just watching him and being enamored with his flaunt and cunning. Lucifer fell for him harder tho and became obsessed. They’re so gross just “my love” “my heart” “my darkness”. Hades is shyer but will 100% say fuck it and make his servants please him. Lucifer does whatever he wants whenever he wants and will straddle hades mid meeting whether he kicks out the courts or not. Lucifer ended up knocked up and carried ace most of the pregnancy, but they magically trade off sometimes so he can rest and hades can bond with their bb too ;u;. Ultimately tho hades gave birth to ace and hoo boy it was not easy and he hated it LMAO but Luc was a shining partner the entire time for him and celebrations for their sons birth lasted agesssss

#breplies #trtyutr #oc #hades #Lucifer #mpreg

[sweetwriter]

Oh To Love

by sweetwriter

I often feel like Hephaestus, the throwed away one; the ugly one; the crafter. People only care about the craft and never the crafter. 

I write this story, as a manifestation of a love I would like to receive. 

Hephaestus!Reiner x black reader (at certain points)

this chapter and a couple other chapters are going to be build ups to the love story of Reiner x YN

Heads up: abandonment, self hate, rejection, shame, angst, fluff, maybe smut (later) idk, happy ending :)

This story is based off the poem by Nikola Gill the story of Hephaestus 

This has become a loosely connected story of my version of Hephaestus. Think of these are prologues to the beginning of the yn x reiner story lol. Just trying to get some extra character build in here but yeah.

A huge gasp of air could be heard as Reiner shot up from his laid position. That day still haunts him 5 years later. He was taken in by whom he calls his Aunt and Uncle, they were the only parents he had if he could say it outloud; however, he knows his parents are jealous gods, they can never accept that one can be happier than they. Even though it is not all that difficult to surpass their level of happiness: they're miserable. 

They live in the rural area where he works the land, goat-herd, and looks for stones to make his next creations. 

Reiner- the name his aunt and uncle gave him. It means counsel. They always called him their wise counsel, because he was wise beyond his years. They kept a keen eye for things he had to work on with his hands, gardening, animals; however, he was struggling with creating friendships. They assumed whatever happened before they found him on the foot of mount olympus caused him to crawl into his shell and promise to never come out. 

There was a day, where Reiner was out in the fields, allowing the goats to roam. Feeding an orphaned kid in his lap. And then, there was a scent that made his muscles go tight. Smell of ambrosia. 

The baby goat snuggles into Reiner. 

“I see they treat you as a commoner here,” Zeus chortles. All Reiner could do was stay still; looking forward. He can’t look his father in the face; the very one that threw him down Olylmpus. 

“They are kind here” Reiner whispers, “What does kindness have to do with who you are? You are a god.” Zeus slaps Reiners back, causing the baby goat to bleat. 

“Hera and I have been feeling as if our family, is incomplete,” Zeus continues, “ We want you home; come home to us and your family.”

“This is my family here. I have people I love and those who love me.” Reiner says confused. Why has we waited so long? Why does he want me back home? Only for him to throw me away when he is done with me?

“Humans can never be family to the gods,” Zeus sneered. 

“What about my demi-god brothers and sisters? Are they not included in the family you desperately want me to be apart of?”

Reiner was becoming irritated with what Zeus was insinuating. That his Aunt and Uncle are mere things that have no use nor purpose because they are not gods. They are the only family he has had. 

But oh he desires their love, their acceptance, their appreciation for who he is and what he is. 

He fell for the bait. He was taken back up to Olympus with his father leaving only but a note to his friends and family that he must leave. He must be with his ‘true’ family. Oh it hurt him to hurt the ones that cherished him more than his mother that discarded him in the first place.

#imagine #fanfiction #black reader #my writing #attack on titan #angst #aot x black reader #reiner x y/n #black women #anime fanfic #ao3 fanfic

[a-d-nox]

aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty (asteroid 1388)

“when talking about such a popular god or goddess i am going to for warn paraphrasing - of course all these stories have more details and all these popular gods have stories within stories. i would love to share them all/in detail but i would need a book and a lot more time to write it. my attempt in writing these posts are to inform you on the high level story of the god’s or goddess’s life. that being said if any one of the events regaled in the post pique you interest - please let me know i don’t mind giving a more in-depth tale of any of the events mentioned.”

aphrodite, everyone!

Aphros is the word for “sea-foam” which is how Aphrodite came to be. Uranus’ genitals fell into the sea after being castrated by Cronus and became the foam that would become Aphrodite. It was from the sea that Aphrodite emerged fully-grown, nude, and beautiful - the moment she emerged, people flocked to the goddess enamored by her beauty. When she arrived at the gates of Olympus and havoc rained down. The only ones who were disinterested and immune to her beauty were Hestia, Athena, and Artemis - likely due to their virginal statuses. Each god wanted her; ultimately Zeus married her off (that’s not very kind of you, sir) to Hephaestus, who is considered the disfigured god of Olympus. But, of course, marriage isn’t something that stopped Aphrodite from doing as she wished: she had affairs with many of the gods (excluding Zeus and Hades) and many mortals. Aphrodite and Ares is a popularly known coupling - Helios saw them and told Hephaestus which caused the creation of the bronze net. He caught the two together and had other gods laugh at them for their adultery - Poseidon paid for their freedom. But little did Hephaestus know that Poseidon had a motive in freeing the couple. The second that Poseidon saw Aphrodite naked with Ares, he fell in love (i mean… okay then) - they have at least one known child together. After this affair, it was back to Ares with whom Aphrodite had eight children with. Of course, there are other godly children - Priapus and Hermaphrodites, most notable - that came from other godly affairs. Mortal wise there was Adonis (find that story in my first post, if you are interested), Anchises (she pretended to be a princess to sleep with him - he gets struck down by Zeus because he later became obsessed with her), etc. Aphrodite is also a jealous individual seen in Eos and Ares’ story as well as Psyche and Eros’ story. IN MY OPINION Aphrodite in a chart can represent a) where you are adored most in your life, b) how your beauty is seen by others (usually aspect based*), c) where in your life there is a lot of drama, and/or d) how jealous you get and why you do.

*my aphrodite is at a cancer degree my face is pretty round, but it squares my pluto and chiron - my face isn’t disfigured or whatever it is people tend to say about chiron-aphrodite aspects, rather i appear as someone people can approach to tell everything too (tend to know all the gossip or be the therapist friend because everyone sees me as this). people tend to find me pretty after talking with me for awhile. the pluto aspect is probably more so to do with people viewing me regal or possibly my under eye bruises lol - i always look like a dying/ill victorian chick. i also have this asteroid opposite my asc and square my mc so i tend to get over looked when it is a beauty contest because i’m ✨unconventionally pretty✨! that’s the meaning for this part of the post today - if your aphrodite asteroid is “poorly” aspected it does not mean you are ugly! lol i hate when people say things like that!

i encourage you to look into the aspects of aphrodite along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of aphrodite AND/OR add the other characters involved to see how they support or impede aphrodite!

OTHER RELATED ASTEROIDS/PLANETS: hestia (46), athene (881), artemis (105), zeus (5731 / h42), hephaistos (2212), poseidon (4341 / h47), pallas (2), adonis (2101), anchises (1173), eos (221), psyche (16), eros (433), kronos (43), URANUS, hades (h41), and MARS!

let me know if you’d like me to make more observations on my own aspects!

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[arcielee]

💕 Self-love time! Talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics or a fanfic chapter or a scene or an arc) you enjoy the most, for whatever reason. Send to other creators to do the same if you wish. 💕

(Emphasis on if you wish)

I know this is belated, but for you, my darling angsti 💜 I just want to gush a little about She Walks in Starlight.

I read this amazing story by @softcoreparadise called bloodletting and her note said: Aemond definitely feels more Hades coded but that felt cliche and that was a siren's call for me.

So I delved into Greek mythology like a madwoman, reading everything I could and found that it knitted so well with House of the Dragon lore...because, well:

Anyway, I dwelled on what would cause Aemond to meet Kore and found the tragic story of Menippe and Metioche, and how Persephone and Hades took pity on them and turned them into comets.

This became the tragic tale of Baela and Rhaena, with Kore desperate to help her friends who were tragically killed by the failed ploy of Aegon/Zeus, who was trying to wingman, unnecessarily, for his brother.

So they met in the Gō vys because this line kept repeating in my head. I literally could hear Aemond's timbre saying:

I made a playlist and everything as I wrote this (some of the songs sent to me by my beloved @annikin-im-panicin) and the rest fell into place.

I was so nervous to post it because at this point, I wrote some ridiculous Modern!Reader smut and I didn't know if people would enjoy it or not.

And my heart just swells anytime someone does.💜

#ask arcie #and i will ponder my response for literal weeks #thank you for this ask #angsti my darling tumblr kindred spirit

[goldlightwriting]

Odin’s Truth

Warning: Massive Spoilers for the entire God of War series below, including Ragnarok.

Knowledge. Understanding. Truth. The ultimate pursuit of any scholar, be they mortal, or divine. Indeed, sometimes, not even gods are all-knowing, but that doesn’t stop some of them from trying to be. In Norse myth, the All-Father, Odin, is well-known for his pursuit of knowledge. Some of Odin’s most well-known myths include sacrificing his eye, and even hanging himself from the branches of the World Tree to learn the secrets of the universe. Some might say that there is no length to which Odin won’t go for knowledge: no cost too great…

In God of War: Ragnarok, Odin’s obsession for knowledge is taken to the extreme. This particularly portrayal really leans into the All-Father’s relentless desire to know the truth, and shows us times and again the lengths he’ll go to in order to reach it. His friends, family, the lives of innocents; there is no price he won’t pay to learn the true nature of the world, and yet that very obsession is what earns him an army’s worth of enemies, thus leading to Ragnarok.

But as ever, God of War has no qualms introducing a few new elements into the mythology; plot points of its own creation that tie into the journey of Kratos and his seemingly-endless struggle against the divine. For instance, Ragnarok itself follows quite a different set of steps from the prophecy we know from the Poetic and Prose Eddas… But we’re not here to talk about that. Rather, we’re here to talk about the cause of Ragnarok, and the root of Odin’s obsession: the mask.

For a brief recap: in the God of War games, Odin is obsessed with a strange, floating tear he found when he was young. According to him, this tear in time and space leads to the very core of existence itself: the heart of reality, where all secrets are laid bare and the flow of destiny is revealed. Odin wants nothing more than to stare into the rift and absorb the knowledge within, but there’s a problem: such knowledge is so arcane that even a god can’t just stare into it. His missing eye is a testament to that.

However, Odin did have one hope: the fragments of a mysterious mask that he claims don’t even originate from the Norse lands. These fragments are covered in a mysterious text that even the All-Father can’t decipher, but Loki, with his godly ability to learn pretty-much any language instantly, can. After Loki, otherwise known as Atreus, helps Odin to reassemble the mask, it becomes the core of the struggle that eventually leads to Asgard’s downfall.

In the end, Atreus destroys the mask. The broken halves fly into the rift, which promptly closes, and Odin lashes out in one last fit of anger and desperation at having been denied his life’s goal. Of course, we are still left just as many questions as the All-Father: what WAS the mask, and where did that rift truly lead? While it’s likely that the answers await us in the next installment, and to that end the next pantheon of deities Kratos will have to fight, I think we already have a possible hint as what lies beyond.

In God of War 2, Athena dies, like so many other members of the Greek Pantheon. The difference between her demise and that of the other Olympian gods is that Athena’s was selfless; she threw herself before Kratos’s fatal blow meant for Zeus, believing that Olympus must endure for the good of all. In God of War 3, however, Athena comes back singing a very different tune: that Zeus and the Olympians must die for true peace to prevail.

In her own words, by sacrificing her own life in such a selfless way, Athena ‘ascended to a higher form of existence,’ becoming privy to many truths she didn’t know before. She aids Kratos on his quest to slay the gods, though this is ultimately just a ploy so that he can help Athena acquire the Light of Hope. With it, she can become the new, sole deity of Greece and save humanity in the wake the rampant elements Kratos unleashed. Kratos denies her and instead gives the Light of Hope to humanity, before swimming off to a different mythology altogether.

That, however, would not be the last Kratos saw of Athena. In God of War 4, she appears to him to mock the Spartan for his failures; for trying to leave the past behind and start a new life, when he knows that he is still a killer at heart. Now, some people assume that this is simply a hallucination, and it very-well might be, but I have my doubts. While she might have been denied the Light of Hope, Athena still possesses some unique abilities in her “ascended” form, including the power to conveniently manifest wherever she wants and even speak to Kratos from whatever “higher realm” she occupies.

By this point, I think you all might be able to see where I’m going. My theory is this: I believe that Odin’s Tear may very-well lead to the “higher realm” that Athena now resides in. It is, as Odin describes it, a place beyond the reality of the Nine Realms. Recall that he also mentioned that all manner of revelations awaited within, such as… The revelations that Athena acquired after her demise, perhaps?

Is it a stretch? Probably, but I don’t think it’s impossible. I wouldn’t at all be surprised if Kratos’s fights through different pantheons are slowly leading him closer and closer to the truth of this “higher realm:” a place beyond the rules and boundaries that different gods operate on. Of course, that raises the question: what IS this higher realm, really? Well, if you’ll indulge my ramblings even further, I believe the answer can be summed up in a single word: Heaven.

See, the God of War series was once intended to go in a VERY different direction. The original vision for God of War 3 would involve Kratos killing Zeus early on, which leads to a power vacuum in the Greek realm that other deities would seek to fill. Kratos was intended to team up with his “Egyptian and Norse counterparts,” whatever that implies, and kill off basically all the gods until all mythologies were destroyed.

This would lead the revelation of the One True God, aka the Abrahamic/Judeochristian God, coming in to take their place. Kratos and his “counterparts” were intended to become the Three Wise Men from the Bible, and meet a newborn Jesus Christ. Yeah, if you thought Kratos being the father of Loki was wild, imagine how he’d handle interacting with Baby Jesus in the manger.

Now, obviously that’s not where the series went, arguably for the better, but I wouldn’t be surprised if some of those original ideas were floating around in the writers’ heads. If the God of War franchise is indeed going to continue with Kratos fighting and killing other pantheons, or at least the head deities of pantheons like Zeus and Odin, then maybe that WILL eventually lead Kratos to discovering an even higher divinity. What happens after that is anyone’s guess.

But what do you all think? Is Heaven waiting beyond the rift, or am I completely insane?

#God of War #Ragnarok #God of War Ragnarok #Kratos

[thattimdrakeguy]

Dionysus is an incredibly beautiful god, he took his current image of a sloppy drunkard in revenge for the punishment for Zeus.

[partially quoting Apollo, he is like a child who shows mom and dad that he does not want and will not brush his teeth even if they rot].

I always imagined him as a tall and slim young man extraordinary beauty with honey-colored hair and violet eyes.

And only now I realized that for some reason I always thought Bernard also had light honey hair and violet eyes, he was also a tall and slender pretty boy.

how deep has my headcanon sunk into my brain?

son of Dionysus!Bernard, during his sacrifice, was very ironic and thought that his divine father would hardly appreciate such a sacrifice. But at least these poor cultists will get their god's attention and madness from him.

I feel sort of dumb because I actually knew that. Not from memory, but from looking it up on wikipedia, 'cause I couldn't remember who was who since it's been so long. but got caught up trying to amuse myself too much, and blocked it out anyways even the perfect aren't always the perfect. (little known fact, my high school nickname was 'the perfect')

that is a very good point though

in my head i don't really imagine a twink though. i imagine like Gerald Butler in the 300 mixed with Chris Hemsworth or something like that

some guy that could manhandle you, but in a soft romantic way. however could also be some Freudian slip-esque reveal out of me about my taste in men

yet, yet, yet, in my defense since Dionysus doesn't seem to have a for certain appearance I think ol' Ricky intended for people to imagine whatever their tastes would be

i'm also not sure if bernard would do a sacrifice, 'cause in his original comics he was kind of a pussy if i remember right

though in the world of your creation, that doesn't have to mean shit. go all for it

after all pussies are after all a very resilient organ after all in reality after all

that's the thing about fan AUs, after a while you give things such a soul when you create this magnificently creative thing, you might as well keep breathing life into it

despite me saying "i don't knooow, man, i don't knooow" about it, you do have me genuinely curious to hear out this sacrifice thing.

love people's creative potential. i adore it and don't get to witness it personally too much. so if you wouldn't mind, lay it on me

your pseudo-pitch at the end there has me sold

#instead of taking out me using a phrase twice in one sentence #i have decided to make the daring choice of adding it again in again #showing that sometimes you have to stand up for what you believe in and societal standards holding you down

[pelideswhore]

consider this post a submission for the 30 day hc's that @godsofhumanity makes. i can finally join because i finally have enough to say about the deity :D (editing eden: okay maybe i had too much to say)

Prometheus

PART I | PART II

appearance-wise, Prometheus is relatively unassuming. he's as average as you can get when you're literally a god. dark brown to black hair, brown eyes, not particularly tall or muscular, but he is very charming, which makes him attractive

before the Titanomachy, Prometheus was very lowkey. he had tons of cousins and siblings, chaos reigned and he knew better than to draw attention to himself, so the higher-ups (aka Kronos and Rhea) never really noticed him

Prometheus is, as his older brother, very protective of Epimetheus. he only really had that sibling-bond with him, not with atlas or anything. Epimetheus often got himself in a lot of trouble by not thinking things through and at first Prometheus used to be annoyed by Epimetheus for making dumb decisions, but he eventually grew to love him. instead of scolding him for those decisions, he started giving him advice and genuinely wishing the best for him

that's why, when the Titanomachy started, Prometheus' first instinct was to make sure Epimetheus was safe

towards the start of the war, he stayed lowkey, but once he had sussed out the vibe and was sure the Olympians would win, he took the chance and dragged Epimetheus to Olympus

Zeus was suspicious to begin with, but Prometheus was able to convince him with his charm and cunning manipulation. at the start, Prometheus was really only using Zeus so he and his brother would be safe (kinda like my idea of odysseus x penelope but thats a story for another day) but after a while he actually grew to like him

just generally, odysseus and prometheus are similar. Prometheus helped win the Titanomachy the same way Odysseus helped win the Trojan War

from then on, Zeus and Prometheus were inseparable. everything they did, they would do together. they spent the equivalent of their 20s just causing bullshit everywhere, even tho that's not typical for prometheus

fast forward, post-titanomachy: Zeus is now king of, well, everything and it's a lot for a young guy who wasn't even raised royal and really just wants to have fun. he hasn't married Hera yet, and Prometheus is his only escape, the only person with whom he can really let loose and not be king, just some guy for a moment

i have been totally neglecting epimetheus since i brought up zeus, and while, yes, i do think epimetheus might have faded into the background when prometheus befriended zeus, he was still very important, and their relationship didnt change

while Zeus was still just looking to relax with Prometheus, Prometheus himself had matured even more. he was probably given the role of Zeus' royal advisor or something and took it very seriously

Zeus asked Prometheus to create mankind more or less as a joke, 'for old time's sake', something to lighten up the mood and their relationship. he didn't expect Prometheus to take it so seriously, but Prometheus did.

after humans were created, Zeus and Prometheus spent even less time together, as Prometheus started living on earth, and Zeus felt betrayed. he felt as if he had lost a friend to some lowly, unworthy mortals, so when Prometheus asked to give them fire, he declined. there was no way he was going to let Prometheus give them more power. after all, he spent so much time with them even when they had none. what would he happen if he gave it to them?

to put it shortly, zeus had first child syndrome

by now, Zeus and Hera are married, which is kind of important because he needs children for the story to continue. his disagreement with Prometheus also put a strain on his relationship with Hera

Prometheus didn't really understand why Zeus couldn't move on, similarly to how he couldn't understand Epimetheus making dumb decisions. he decided to steal the fire, because his creation meant more to him than anything at all. he knew he would have to pay for it, but he would do everything for his mortals.

when Zeus found out the fire was gone, he was destroyed. he refused to believe Prometheus would go so far as to steal from Zeus until he looked below and saw Prometheus laughing and dancing with his mortals (derogatory) around a campfire

anyway it seems i've been writing too much. to be continued, click here for part two

#i am realizing this is more me reciting a story than actual hc's but if you read between the lines there are some head-canony stuff as well #plenty of zeus hc's as well fsr. no one asked for that #greek mythology #greek myth #prometheus #zeus #epimetheus #titanomachy #hera #ancient greece #mythology #greek gods #mythos

[stevenmeeksfreeamericaradio]

The Odyssey book one- Athena visits Telemachus.

Welcome to the very first book of the Odyssey and here is a run down of what goes on in this book, so if you just want to understand the story or want a reminder, here it is. I hope you enjoy this new segment.

Book one starts with invoking the muses,muses were considered to be sources of knowledge and therefore could give and inspire the creation of literary works. This indicates he is writing in the classic epic tradition and observing it’s forms. All survivors of the battle of Troy have made it home but Odysseus who is prevented by Poseidon and stuck on Calypso’s island, she intends to marry him.

All the Gods assemble to discus Odysseus. Zeus discusses Agamemnon’s tragic return home. Then Athena talks about how she wishes for Odysseus to make it home. We learn about Polyphemus and why Poseidon is mad, from Zeus. Zeus sends Hermes to Ogygia to let Calypso know Odysseus can leave. Athena will go to Telemachus and tell him to go to Sparta and seek news of his father.

Athena goes to Telemachus and sees the suitors. Telemachus is the first to see Athena, he welcomed her and got her a chair, he only sees her as a man so far. When the suitors arrive in the dining hall. Telemachus asks Athena who “he” is and Athena tells him she is Mentes, whose father is prince Anchialus. She tells Telemachus that Odysseus is not dead and she discussed about how Telemachus is definitely Odysseus’ son.

Athena questions what all these people are doing in his house. Telemachus states that his father is dead and it would have caused him less distress if his father died in Troy and his mother hates the idea of remarrying but the suitors are eating all the food in the house.

Athena replies saying that Telemachus missed his father a lot and how she wishes he would show up at the gates today. She then goes on to tell a story of who “he is and suggests he tells the suitors to leave and go home, let your mother go back to her father’s and if she is set on marriage, the family will arrange a marriage. Then get your best ship, go to Pylos and ask Nestor then Sparta ask Menelaus if your father is alive. If he is dead build a mound with proper funeral rites and let your mother have a new marriage. If he is alive suffer one more year of suitors.

Athena leaves and Telemachus presents her with gifts. She accepts implanting spirit, daring and an image of his father. Penelope (Telemachus’ mother) hears a bard singing about Troy and Odysseus and tells the bard to change the song. Telemachus says it’s not the poet responsible but Zeus, so he may continue to sing. He tells her to go to her quarters, work on her projects and that he is the man of the house.

Telemachus tells the suitors to go home or Zeus will one day destroy them. Antinous, Eupheithes’ son says he may never be king. Telemachus says being a king is terrible and there are many princes so if Odysseus is dead let one of them succeed. Eurymachus, son of Polybus, says the gods will decide the king and he can keep his belongings and house. He then goes onto and who the mysterious man is and what about your father.

Telemachus says his father may never come back and says that the mysterious man is an old friend of his father from Taphos, who Telemachus knew was actually a god. The suitors then go to bed and so did Telemachus. He was escorted by Eurycleia, daughter of Op, who Lartes got her for twenty oxen. She then went on to nurse Telemachus as a child. He gave her his tunic and went to be planning his journey that Athena suggested.

Well that’s it for book one, next time we adventure through book two, keep your eyes for the post in two weeks.

(Disclaimer there are many retellings of the myths and the ones I tell are sourced from many places like websites , videos and podcasts , the books and many more , I hope my post can make it slightly easier to understand the myths that came from the ancient Greeks)

#greek myths #greek mythology #greek gods #aesthetic #dark academia #odysseus #the odyssey #ancient history #classical studies

[creators-novel]

           Straus takes a moment to relax, having just found his father and realizing his true heritage as a Cosmic Devil. He sits, watching Lightverse. Ever since Castor’s creation, he’s been keeping a close eye on how he’s been. He’s certainly gone through a few ups and downs, but other than that he seems to be doing ok. Maybe he shouldn’t worry so much. After all, what can seriously harm him? If he’s a clone of a devilish space demigod, surely, he can fend for himself, right? However, it does look like he’s having a hard time sleeping tonight. What could be the matter? Straus taps the World Orb and takes a peek into what Castor is dreaming about.

           Castor floats down, unconscious, into a purple and black void, similar to that vision Straus and Koto saw before. As his feet touch the ground his eyes shoot open, and he takes in his surroundings. Glowing stalagmites and stalactites surround him, and the air is still.

“Huh…?”

           He starts walking around and comes across a clearing with what looks like a small, unstable wormhole floating in the center. The only sources of light are purple, spinning, translucent cubes.

“What…is this?”

           He takes a few steps forward and calls out for anyone that might be around.

“Hello…?”

“…F a l l…”

“What-?”

Castor quickly turns around and sees a hoard of black monsters coming for him. Unready to defend himself, he quickly shoots out a burst of energy from his body.

           He wakes up with a fright, which causes some small pieces of furniture and others things in his room to fly up into the air before settling back into their usual places. He grips his shirt and tries to control his breathing, as he feels himself to make sure he’s still alive. Needless to say, he’s shaken up by all of this.

           Straus grimaces, “That’s- that’s not right! Uhn-!”, in a split second, his body seizes up and freezes, causing him to drop Lightverse’s World Orb. Koto, who until that point was focusing on her own stuff, springs up and runs over to her brother. “Straus-!?”, she grabs his hands and tries to shake him awake, but nothing works, “Straus, what’s wrong!? HCK-“, and she ends up in the same trance. Her hand still holds onto his tightly, but there’s no longer any intention behind it. There’s nothing behind their eyes, not a thought or an ounce of conscious thinking.

They’re gone.

           Outside the Space, Zeus, Pandora, and Red are talking with each other. Red is getting along with them, unsurprisingly. “So, you’re his best friend too?”, asks Zeus. “Well- more like his girlfriend.”, answers Red, blushing slightly. Pandora smiles and clasps her hands together, “Aww!” Zeus sighs, “My boy grew up too fast, I missed his childhood…stupid Feros.”      Suddenly, a dark, thick barrier forms around the Space and solidifies. “What-!? Kids!”, Pandora runs to the barrier and goes to punch it, but a thunderous shock wave erupts from it and knocks her back. There are no weak points to be seen. Zeus steps up, “Don’t worry, dear. I’ve got this.” He charges up electricity from his hands and fires it at the barrier, but still, nothing. Pandora drops to her knees, “They- they wouldn’t do this…they wouldn’t shut us out…” As the three of them stand there, a wave of hopelessness washes over them. This has never happened before, what’s wrong with Koto and Straus? Did the two people who love their family more than anything really just block them out?

           No, they would never do that. Because they have no choice. They are trapped. Back in the Space, the siblings still stand frozen as their Worlds become shrouded in a dark mist, trapping them as well.

No one can get in or out.

So, who will help them?

Who can help them?

How can anyone help them?

They’re stuck.

Darkness.

#creators #creators novel #creators-novel.tumblr.com #chapter 48 #end of arc 4 #blue #light blue #purple #void #castor #animation #oh no #digital art #my art #original character #original story #original fiction

[inforelationship]

Is the ‘soul mates’ theory a myth or truth?

“Soul mates” or “split soul theory” is a belief originating back in Egyptian Greek religious mythology, creation myth based, the origin of the human model, positing that humans were created in pairs, bound in one day, with one original soul but were split in two.  

Etymologically, the term ‘soul mate’ first appeared in the English language in a letter by poet Samuel Coleridge in 1822, who wrote in his poetry “, To be happy in Married Life…. you must have a Soul-mate.”

According to Coleridge, a successful, happy marriage requires a spiritual connection rather than merely social or economic compatibility. 

Greek philosophers had coined the soul mate theory before Coleridge. In his work, ‘Symposium,’ Plato wrote about the reasons behind the human yearning for a soul mate, illustrating that humans were united with their other half, but Zeus split them apart out of fear and jealousy.

Plato quoted the idea of soul mates reuniting in the following way from the Aristophanes in the following words:

“And when one of them meets with his other half of himself…………the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy, and one will not be out of the other sight, as I may say, even for a moment.”

According to Aristophanes, everyone is a half-self until they meet their soul mate.

“Love is an inherent part of every human being; it brings people together and tries to heal the wounds of humanity.

Then, each of us is a matching half’ of a human whole….and we are always seeking the half that matches him.”

A study conducted in 2021; found out ‘The One theory’ has taken root across many cultures worldwide; in addition, during the last 50 years, the idea has only increased in popularity.

Our understanding of love and relationship might have evolved since 385 BCE when Plato wrote Symposium. Yet, the idea of having another half still endures for many and has lasted across numerous cultures throughout history. 

Hindu traditions have a belief in the statement that people have karmic connections with particular souls.

In the Yiddish religion, they believe everyone has his ‘bashert’, a term for an ideal or predestined marriage partner.

According to Brad Wilcox, a professor of sociology and the director of the National Marriage Project at the University of Virginia, the US, in the appeal of soul mates, he supposes that People are actually much more likely to search for relationships that cause them to be satisfied and fulfilled.

He argues: “Soulmate myth is also facilitated by unprecedented prosperity in the West, which made people less dependent on marriage for economic survival.

In our daily lives, marriage and love are intertwined. Yet, with the ‘soul mate myth’ engaging in people’s lives, several young men in modern times are found to take more extended periods of bachelorhood and spinsterhood merely because they are waiting for their other half to appear.   

A recent survey finds that society is better off if people marry and have children as a priority. However, a study on marriage conducted in the US in 2012 found that 50% of respondents disclosed that society is just well off if people have priorities other than marriage and children.

This implies the young generation would remain unmarried for the rest of their lives rather than engage in relationships they deem wrong or not top of their priority.

A professor of religion at Skidmore College, the USA named Bradley Onishi, while describing the soulmate, said there is something innate as to why people believe in mythology. 

“The soul mate myth promises that the isolation and loneliness that are often part of the human experience are only temporally.”

Onishi believes the soulmate myth is a defensive mechanism to restore the past wounds people incur in their first relationships.

“The soulmate myth is good at taking all the bad first dates, the break-ups, the dashed hopes and disappointments and putting them in a hopefulness that someday all of this will fall into place,” he said.

#relationship #love #marriage #divorce #family #sexuality #parenting

[jin0]

OTHER POSSIBLE GREEK GODS!STUCKY SERIES I HAVE IN MIND

(idk why i do this to myself when i cannot for the life of me write superpowers and shit) :

(putting these images cause idk which look to go with... thinking of replacing steve with ari or putting him in his ari look. also, jake jensen as hermes is definitely a thot im having)

olympus au with stucky as zeus and hades but also with sam as poseidon (let's say they're not brothers here) and zeus and hades both find themselves falling in love for the history major human who stumbled into their temple at three in the morning while completely drunk. the poor girl was supposed to do researches for her thesis but finding tangible infos on greek gods is very fucking difficult so who can blame her for turning towards booze to calm herself a little bit ?? definitely not the olympians drunk on absinthe every full moon.

amused by her drunk rambling, the statues carrying their faces come to life come to life and grow fond of her ranting about how annoying being human is but how violently worse being a god must be. they get a little more interested when you start violently roasting each and every one of the gods of the pantheon. they see the others get a little interested and reveal themselves but order them to leave, this is their moment with you.

both ignore each other's presence, one watching from above and the other watching from bellow, both sitting on a throne and smiling genuinely for the first time in centuries. the loneliness they felt by being idolized and put on a pedestal pushed them aside, leaving them lonelier than ever. and here you were, random human, drunk off her ass, coming into their 'home' to insult them without any restraint. you should've known better and you do know better, you simply do not care (because the floor splitting in two and swallowing you or getting struck by lightning would feel better than handing in a thesis on the two most mysterious and misunderstood gods of the entire greek mythology).

they could love you, agreeing to share you equally for the rest of eternity but the cannot, cursed and stuck in eternal loneliness by their own creator for wanting better for them and the rest of the pantheon.

beyond the borders of he universe, further than anything has ever been or lived, lies a being than anyone should fear at the simple mention of its name. cronus, resting and healing until the moment comes, until his sons, his most prized possessions, decide to allow themselves to be happy again, and fully happy. he waits, lurking in the shadows as they let down their barriers and weight out the risks : allowing you in their hearts or saving the world (and possibly the universe) from the rising of the titan.

you are his way out of his eternal prison, the key to getting his power back and to crushing the gods who dared to stand in front of his power hungry ways.

opposite to this, you are the key to truth and everything they could ever desire. you are an opening to everything they could have but never truly own : themselves. you are the way out to new beginnings.

but the duty still stands. the world still needs gods to fulfill their missions. and as they slowly fall deeper and deeper into love, you spreading in their minds and hearts and taking as much space as their was, they forget. forget the threat that lies ahead, waiting for them to slip. they're slipping and cronus is growing.

can they truly refuse you, when you're their everything ? and will you, the girl who was ballsy enough to call them all the names in the book upon first meeting, truly accept for them to leave you behind ?? when you know that they might just never come back ?? absolutely not. you'd dealt with gods before, and you might be blessed with you own personal secret card. because to destruction their is always creation.

to have cronus and his plan, you'll always have the universe itself standing in the middle : gaia. and she has great plans for you and her children.

#° potential fic ° #stucky x reader #stucky smut #stucky imagine #stucky #steve rogers angst #stucky angst #stucky fic #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers #mcu imagine #female reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky imagine

[maddenleftchat]

Ahh, could I request more God!DSMP x Mortal!Darling? Whoever you'd like really! Dream/dreamXD as the God of Gods like Zeus, or Wilbur being the God of Revival or even the God of Limbo? ((Sorry I have so many ideas, I'm the one who sent in the techno god ask and it's something I love to think about. If I ever made an imagines blog, it'd be with this God AU)) -X :)

Alright! Yeah a lot of people love your idea.

Triggers: mostly just harmless yandere, mentions of ruling a cult and kidnaping.

Enjoy:

God!Dream

Dream likes to watch you from afar.

This will surprise you, but god Dream is surprisingly a lot more gentle as a god yandere.

I mean, he likes to watch all humans, but he likes to watch you a little more carefully.

Dream as a god is the equivalent to Zeus, he’s the main god and the king of gods/goddess.

Dream had always loved to watch the humans, his creations.

It was so interesting to him on how the humans grew and developed their own cultures and civilizations.

Now, why would you stand out?

Because you were a leader of an on growing cult.

You had fooled all these people through the existence of a false god.

It fascinated him on how you could trick so many people.

Why would you even do that?

He wasn’t even mad about you taking his followers, cause he could always make more if he wanted.

He was just curious about your motives.

So that’s why he would turn himself into a human for.

In the form he wore a bright green hoodie, black pants and a mask.

A mask that held the decoration of a taunting smile, with two simple void dots as eyes.

It was so simple, but so scary for mortals.

He found this amusing.

He found it so wonderful how humans lived such simple lives, but had such complex minds.

So he turned to human to look at you up close.

He was planning on attending one of your weekly meetings with your many followers.

And that is what he did.

~

When Dream walked into your church he was honestly surprised.

The design and decoration of the church was actually good looking.

But Dream's simple curiosity was quickly changed into more of an obsession when he first saw you.

God, you were a sight to look at.

Dream couldn’t get enough of your voice at your meeting as you spoke.

You spoke with such pride, and with a stern tone.

He wasn’t even listening to what you were saying, only your angelic voice.

None of his godly comrades could even come close to the power you had over his heart now.

~

After that first encounter, Dream would stalk you in many ways.

He would stalk you as a little animal.

He would watch you from the sky.

And if he was feeling risky, he would stalk you even in human form.

And this would continue for a long time.

Like 6-8 months, maybe even a year long time.

It’s not only that he just has a lot of patience, but he also just loves to just watch you in your day to day life.

There is no privacy to this man.

He wants to see everything you do.

~

He doesn’t really kidnap you, but puts a border around your home in the woods.

So you're not stuck inside your entire life.

But your not going to get away from him.

Dream will make you preach to him about your false god.

He just loves to power in your voice when you speak.

He also loves holding you when you sleep.

But he’s gone way before you wake up.

Dream will also take you up into the heavens every now and then to let you explore.

~

In short: Dream as a god is a very gentle yandere. He wants nothing more than to care for you. But he definitely likes a bit more of a powerful and demanding darling, but he doesn’t mind if you're quiet.

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