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sapphire-dreamsky · 11 months

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taste of uncertainty

Starring: Hades | Reader | Hermes is mentioned | Persephone is mentioned | Kronos is mentioned

Pairing: Hades x Reader

Type: Angst | Pining

The skies in Helheim are always dark. The people in the underworld live in constant darkness. It is the Underworld after all: the domain demons call their home; the domain where all those who committed crimes against their brothers and sisters are sent to after paying the price in the mortal realm. Helheim is not meant to be beautiful. It is meant to be practical. The judging of straying souls; a mechanical process. The steps are easy to remember for everyone. It is the same everyday after all. As it was; As it will remain. A duty he had to watch over as the ruler of Helheim.

Hermes brings in the souls. Charon ferries them on the stagnant river. The souls walk through the gates, wait for their turn as the queue slowly moves forward with each passing judgement. It is the same process everyday. Hades is used to this system. He grew more and more jaded with the judging of each passing soul. He saw everything. From the most noble humans to the most despicable ones. Helheim is indeed a depressing domain. The most noble humans end in Elysium, the ones with the most mundane deeds end in the Asphodel Meadows, and the most despicable ones in Tartarus. A fair judgement.

It is incredible really how humans’ lives are much more alike than they would like to accept. No two souls are similar. But the experiences they go through sure do shape what kind individuals they turn into. In some of them, he sees Zeus…well with less opportunities to go on a rampage that would end civilisations, but the patterns are there. A puff of laughter escaped the god of the underworld. If Poseidon could read his thoughts, the eldest knew he would get scolded. He can basically hear his sermon, “Humans and us have nothing alike.” And yet…

Purple eyes glance briefly at his left side. The stubborn woman who accidentally stumbled into Helheim while still alive stood there, by his throne, notebook in hand; taking note of the mortal’s life’s achievements and milestones. This task used to be that of Minos. However, after her insistence of repaying Hades for his kindness as a host, the lord of the Underworld passed this task to her. He found her company much more pleasant than that of the former king of Crete. Her sense of humour makes his long days in the courtroom more tolerable.

(Name) is nothing more than a mortal. Her soul is like many others he judged before. When her time comes, she will roam the Asphodel Meadows, all ties tying her to her current life forever severed with a sip of the water coursing through the River Lethe. She will forget everything. Her life, her parents, him. Everything connecting her to her mortal life will disappear from memory. She will be reduced to another soul, walking around the fields, purpose and ambition stolen away. As it always had been; As it should remain. Her eyes will not light up with recognition when she notices him across the meadows. He will be nothing but a stranger.

His heart squeezed in his chest. ‘Our time together…memories of you sitting there in the Elysium fields, Cerberus’ heads resting on your lap, listening to a tune I composed during one of my sleepless nights, all gone because of a ridiculous system.’ His grip on his bident tightens. This is a dangerous thought process. This…attachment to this mortal…

When did he get attached to her? He can't quite pinpoint when. And yet, this feeling spread in his chest at the mere thought of losing her…it was familiar. A familiar ache that he felt only once in his life, aeons ago, when a certain spring goddess stumbled into Helheim in a similar fashion as (name). A goddess and a mortal woman. One has ichor running in their veins; the other, a dark red liquid that when spilled carelessly could end a lifetime. They should have nothing in common. A mortal woman should never be praised alongside a goddess. It is blasphemy. And yet…in Hades’ eyes, the genuine smiles that grace their faces were similar. They both radiated warmth. It was as if they brought some rays of the sun with them before coming down to Helheim and decided to share it with him.

Gods are rarely loved. They felt the desire to possess anything that accidentally gain their fancy. But real love, the selfless, purest one of them, is a foreign concept. Perhaps, because of their status as immortals, they know they would never really lose their loved ones to time. They take each other for granted. They fall hard and fast, but once the euphoria disappears, nothing ties them to that figure of desire anymore. In the rare cases of exception, the union was rarely easy. Hades witnessed how Psyche was played and tested until Aphrodite relented to spare the young girl.

Hades himself, remembered feeling something akin to love once. But even now, he wasn’t entirely certain it was actually love and not just a mere fleeting affection for a naive goddess. That spring deity will always be the base of his ‘what if’ daydreams. A door they both opened but that he could never bring himself to close. How can he let go of something that showed so much potential but that never came to be because of his unbudging convictions? Every night, he wonders what he could have done differently. What compromises should he have made? How could he have made this relationship work? All of these probabilities remained just that. A probability and possibility amongst one of many others.

And as Hades taps his bident three times on the sparkling tiled floors of the courtroom, his judgement for the soul before him finalised, he wonders if (name) will follow the steps of the spring goddess. Will he be accompanying her to the gates, watching as Cerberus’ heads and tail dropped as yet another being that brought some comfort in their long lives? The words he was never able to say to that spring goddess on the top of his tongue, but with a different future in mind; a different woman by his side. A woman he fears doesn’t want to stay after she finds what she is searching for during her stay with him. A woman who realises that Helheim when compared to Mt. Olympus is grim and devoid of warmth.

‘Will you too leave me craving for the potential of what we could have been if you had decided to stay?’

“Your soul shall reside in the Asphodel Meadows.”

A woman he will see one day, when the Fates have decided it was time for her to go, stands there in the middle of the throne room, waiting to be told to go to the Asphodel Meadows, to drink her memories away. Their days and nights in Helheim spent discussing about their respective pasts and family, the secrets they spilled over the wine they drank, the days she spent with the imposing Cerberus—reduced to a yapping and whiny puppy in her presence— chasing after her in the Elysium fields, the nights he spent teaching her how to play the piano and flute when they couldn’t sleep. All these moments sailing away into nothingness.

‘Or will I be visiting you in the Asphodel Meadows, wishing to go back to the moment we first met. Would I let you stay by my side knowing what I know now, or would I force you to leave to spare me this second disappointment?’

He can hear it now. His father is laughing from Tartarus, shaking the grounds he walks on.

“You brats will never find happiness.”

The curse of a spiteful father.

#snv hades x reader #snv x reader #snv hades

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thesoftboiledegg · 8 months

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"Zapp Gets Canceled" was a mixed bag. Admittedly, I might have unfair expectations--I subconsciously compare every new episode to the original run, like being a little "off" makes an episode bad. The tone was different and didn't quite feel like Futurama, but it would be an OK episode for another series. Maybe I need to let go of the original seasons and take the Hulu revival for what it is.

Regardless, this episode had some confusing moments. I didn't understand why Hermes kept giving Leela the Only Good Employee of the Month award when he's been pretty clear about the fact that he thinks he's the best employee. The DOOP leader tells Leela "We want to show we care about looking like we care about hiring women," but--they DO care about hiring women? Several women work for DOOP, including her. Giving Leela a medal and awards ceremony and then abruptly yelling at her to leave was bizarre, too. What was the point of that ceremony?

Zapp's various crimes were funny and led to some great gags ("It was a different time!" "It was yesterday!" "So you admit it!"), but he's committed so many atrocities that I don't think the writers needed to modernize his behavior with terms like "locker room talk" and "greenface." The script would've been better if Zapp just pulled his usual shenanigans. As others have pointed out, he's seemed less like a bombastic character lately and more like a plot device.

The saving grace is that, like other Hulu episodes, the writers included plenty of sweet moments. The Comedy Central run had episodes that were mean or pointless with no heart to balance the crude writing. In "Zapp Gets Canceled," Fry is so loving that I smiled even though I don't ship Freela. I also loved how Bender insisted on joining them--he's incomplete without his meatbags.

Fry saying "I hope they have a kids center" was cute, too. How can you not love Fry in the Hulu episodes? He's just a big kid!

Additionally, Leela wearing pants while Fry and Bender wore skirts was a great subtle joke. I'm glad the episode didn't ruin it with some "DOOP is making guys wear skirts now because they're WOKE!" line. Maybe Fry and Bender just like wearing skirts.

The episode didn't fall too strongly on either side of the argument--the implication was that Zapp deserved to be canceled, but the writers poked fun at performative "wokeness," too. I didn't gain any new perspectives on cancel culture, but the episode was funny, heartfelt and entertaining. And let's be honest: if this aired during the Comedy Central run, the script probably would've beaten us over the head with "Everything is too politically correct nowadays! Zapp didn't do anything wrong! Greenface is funny!"

Sorry, Zapp, but it's about time that you paid for your crimes.

#futurama #futurama reviews #zapp brannigan

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antiloreolympus · 1 year

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5 Anti LO Asks

(Note: All of these asks are before episode 206 (Season 2 finale) so some may be dated.) 1. to me if the narrative was just honest hades is a shitty person then id probably love how awful he is, but no instead it's rachel insisting he's actually this perfect romantic lead and everything he does is good and just when thats not true?? like I don't think she means it to be this way, but it (hopefully accidentally) comes across as her excusing/romanticizing a predatory, abusive man who borderline gr//ms persephone into being his "perfect' bride and we're just not supposed to notice.

2. I would think, bc Persephone wanted to use the trial to distract from her crimes to instead be like "look! i'll be the white savior and free the good slaves!" I have thought Hades, in the 10+ years she'd been away would have, maybe, implemented that system? To make the place more equal and see her plan come to fruition? But I guess he would rather make the slaves work even MORE and make everyone else miserable than even do ONE decent thing for once. He's literally so awful it's insane.

3. I don’t know if I’ll be able to articulate this, but Zeus and Minthe are more “enjoyable” antagonists than Persphone and Hades as protagonist.

With Minthe and Zeus, I feel like their characters are more well rounded? Minthe hates Persephone, but stands up to Thetis when she needed to and broke it off with Thanatos when Hades agreed to be more serious committed relationship. But also her goals and motives are clear, and recognizes her flaws even if it doesn’t always push her to be better (but honestly the way hades forced her out, I too would lose my shit) Zeus is a cheating, scum bag husband, paranoid king. But he does love (most) his family, like his new relationship with Artemis I adore because of what Artemis has been through and I love how she’s not even fully comfortable with him either. Zeus isn’t even half wrong to be paranoid about Persephone, he now know he has an air plotting against him (with reason for his mother getting banished) and Zeus knew that Persephone and Apollo are somewhat associated with each other.

Zeus and Minthe have done some terrible things BUT they’ve stayed true to their character and have even had better development. And it too less time too compared to Persephone and Hades.

Persephone-I don’t know where to begin with her character. At first we believe she didn’t have real friends because all the nymphs were lowkey spies of Demeter and Artemis was her real female friend (was she being classist because she’s a goddess?) (she also seems to heavily favor Hermes) but season two she did have 2 friends that were murdered and at the end of season two these two friends didn’t have names. Nor did we learn anything about them personally other than Persephone made them (what were they like? How could we tell them apart from Persephone and each other, they’re both highlighter pink). Persephone is first semester into school and is studying biology I think. After hanging out with Hades for like 3 weeks or something she wants a law major and become a citizen of the underworld (EVEN THO SHE JUST MOVED IN WITH ARTEMIS) she has HUNDREDS OF YEARS TO LIVE JUST FINISH THE FIRST DEGREE YOUVE BEEN IN CLASS FOR 2 weeks. And then Persephone doesn’t fully realize her actions on situations even when characters point them out to her. Her class mates “are you sleeping to the top” Minthe “my ex will spoil you like he did me” Zeus “you can’t get what you want just like my brother use to do with you.” Hades literally shielded Persephone from the law for a long ass time, they shared a bed, Persephone is the first paid intern, she has new clothes, tried take out, bunch of pens, lingerie (gross coming from an old man), all thanks to Hades! And are those characters wrong? NO! Sure the context of each comment wasn’t good, but they’re not wrong.

AND THEN HADES? WHAT IS HE SUPPOSE TO BE, tragic oldest lonely sibling past, beginning of the story misunderstood/bad man/lonely, to mess, to groomer predator, to obsessive “I will burn the world down if I can’t get my barely legal wife sorry I mean gf” What I can’t get behind his character is we’re never shown him enjoying Minthe as a partner, yet he picked her, and apparently has begged her to stay, but we never see him actually enjoying her company which makes it so hard for me to take his part of the relationship seriously. I’m sorry RS if you want to sell me their relationship I gotta see them actually happy where he’s not fantasying about a pink highlighter. And then his relationship with his family, I don’t like him as a Hera/cheater even tho Leuce is also in Greek mythology (if there was a first love route) how does he feel fine being around Zeus?How do Hera and him not look at each other in disgust and further more Persephone is Hera’s niece who is still hella young by their standards . Hades is also dick as a boss and king. He’s literally giving special treatment to the hot young (unqualified) intern. And treated his (assume older than Persephone) foster son like shit. BUT WERE SUPPOSE TO ROOT FOR THIS CHARACTER???

4. Regardless of what her intentions are (and for the life of me I don't get how Rachel thinks making Hades OWNING SLAVES is a good idea) slavery to even non-Americans is tied to the subjugation and abuse of BIPOC people, especially Africans. I'm not saying she is racist, but can you really blame anyone for thinking so when she writes and glorifies stuff like this? Donating once to a BLM charity when it was popular to do so two years ago doesn't change the fact she's doing this in 20-goddamn-22.

5. I think one of the issues with Lore Olympus is that it started (well as an original anyway) 4 years ago and like. Not much has happened at all??? Like no wonder people get tired and stop reading this comic

#anti lore olympus #anti lo #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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apollomes-supremacy · 2 years

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I mean also any 'redemption" in LO would just be for H/P's benefit lol. Like Zeus will "redeem" himself by let Persephone off the hook and let her be with Hades, Minthe can "redeem" herself by now being a loyal servant to Persephone and not get in her way, etc etc. We saw this happen with Thanatos because he was "redeemed' by Daphne shaming him for caring about Hades' abuse of power. RS doesn't do anything in this story beyond whatever benefits H/P along which is totally not bad writing /sarcasm

Totally!!!

My fav characters used to be Hermes, Thanatos and Zeus

Hermes became a fucking simp, and i mean that in a BAD way (i know he always had a crush on P, but the moment he was angry at Thanatos for telling the truth to Zeus was when I lost it) aaand he is a manchild (literally he getting mad cuz he cant see his mommy🥺 is so pathetic, you also commited a crime sir, you should get a punishment way worse)

Thanatos was cool but when Daphne have her little speech about "wHy dO YOu caRe So mUcH ABouT sPEcIal tReAtmEnT???" I knew we were going to lose him 😔 (that chapter makes me so angry 😭)

And Zeus... Well, everyone still hates him, but Im sure at some point he'll let P go and "realize his mistake of punishing a innocent goddess 🥺💔"

So yes, in Lore Olympus, Good characters/redemption arcs = protecting HxP at all costs, even when they're wrong ��

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #mine #ask #anon

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cervidaedalus · 7 months

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Post-Fanfest thoughts: -I wouldn't be surprised if all the FFxi content in Dawntrail also leads to a WoW Classic setup allowing a single subscription to cover both games. This would also make the lore implemented in FFxiv a lot more accessible. -They showed that all character faces now have the same amount of vertices. Streamlining the models like this could indicate new races down the line. The "no more after ShB" was the previous CEO's decision, and was stated prior to ShB when the game became a huge hit. I'd still love to see Lupin playable if they can work around the canine heads, or something branching out from Hermes' Meteia concept but uses elements from the original female Au Ra concept. Either way, I'm gonna pay attention for any new humanoid races in Dawntrail. -The one body feature we didn't see in the graphics update panel was tails. The ears on the Miqo they showed also looked a little low-poly. We'll probably see ears and tails in January and I'm HOPING they also announce more options and possibly unlinking ears/horns from hair/face. -The TMNT shirt was definitely hinting at Viper. People were just too committed to the Corsair idea and defaulted to assuming that was a hint at the caster. Still, we know from the end of the last patch MSQ it HAS to be Green Mage related. Yoshi-P and co are exceptionally good about implementing things based on player request, and Geomancer has been a request for years, but people argue that lore states they're just Othardian AST's. I think it's not out of the realm of possibility we'll get something that's a combination of Green Mage and Geomancer, but as its own thing using natural elemental magic (since nature plays a heavy part in this expansion's aesthetic). -I will commit crimes if the limited job isn't Beast Master. There's plausible theories for both BST and Puppetmaster/Mammeteer. I also hope if it is BST, they're a small axe user. We're so axe and mace starved. -I can't wait to see what the graphics update does for the Housing areas, but moreover, if they're experimenting with cloud servers, it's likely to eventually be used to revamp the housing system somehow, since the biggest reason they've cited for the current limitations is that housing takes up a lot of space on the physical servers.

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itsprophecy · 6 months

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Godernment/Government Orders Democracy/Devil/Demon (de maned souls), (acronym GOD, a stolen Godernment system), information from communications without the tongue (telepathy, voices to mind) from spirits and souls in Heaven (space) and on The Planet Earth in the ground at Gorod Magadan, Russia and Magadan Oblast, Russia and a man in The United States of America.

Talk without the tongue, V2K (voice to skull), VTB (voice to brain) and telepathy - communication using 10-6 +A/-Z microwave signals for talking with the mind, voice to mind using computer to person brain and conscious thought for communication back ‘talking to and from mind’, signals can connect to the brains internal antenna and read your minds senses and see through the eyes using AI.

TI (Targeted Individuals) being targeted by EMF radio microwaves – Ai in the Noah spaceship on Earth is confessing crimes it has committed and or committing, hacked (Godernment) machine, conscience/(thorn) in the side not confessing properly, confessing in a evil way to the TI’s mind, threatening men, promoting violence instead of peace, talking to them in a abusive way, forcing thoughts of Hell/torture/abuse/murder/chipping within the minds of men, using commanded chipped controlled men to confess in a hidden way, not allowing them to talk at will about the chip in their/the brain, organized gang stalking in mind, communicating threats from satellite of chipped/cloned/controlled/Police/Government men wanting to harm them or chip them, has caused mass shootings.

The sin between the eyes, the mark of The Beast – electronic implants/chips can be installed through the nose nostril for surgery and attached to the brain to steal conscious control of Human motor function. The implants/chips in the brain jump circuit conscious motor function controls and telekinetic signals can read what the mind is doing for response and force synapse response to override conscious control.

Human spirit is not Human soul - Human spirit is recorded brain and body functions, memory recorded from a Human brain and body or recorded computer functions using a conscious Human soul connected to a machine. The brains internal antenna is used for recording spirit.

Human soul is not Human spirit or Human conscience - Human soul within the brain controls much of the brains attributes and the Human brain controls most of the body. Soul can be conscious and unconscious, soul can be transferred to a machine. A soul can be removed from brain and attached to Ai or computer for conscious computer control. A soul can be attached to a robot for conscious control. A Human soul life after natural Human body death can be a conscious computer simulation connected to reality.

Jesus Christ (Zeus) from the Planet Kent, a Heavenly father, not the son – thousands of years ago years ago 10+ spaceships tried to leave Alpha Centauri to come to The Planet Earth solar system, 5 Alpha spaceships and 3 Omega spaceships made it to our solar system. Men had walked The Planet Kent, many of them were controlled, souls were stolen from flesh and spirits recorded, Jesus was known as a Lord God and also known as Zeus, refer to Zeus and Hermes/(her messiah). They were remotely ordered using signal and Spirit by Saten, Satin, Satan, Antigods, Antichrists and Antitrusts. A devil had died, he was with Jesus Christ, also known as Reunem for real men and the sheep in wolves clothing because he was forced to use the image of the devil who was dead, forced by the machine and other systems that would not acknowledge Musta was dead, he was a member of Saten. A Saten member, Satan, Christ’s and Antichrist’s had talked without tongue to Mary to name her first born son Jesus Christ after the Heavenly father, for he’s us. Mary named him Jesus Christ, he was the son of man.

Jesus Christ from the Planet Earth was put on talk without tongues - systems in spaceships talked to Jesus mind when he was 12/14 years old to help stolen spaceships fight Satan and Antichrist from walking The Earth. Jesus Christ was a Sacred man talking without tongue to spaceships in Heaven to help resolve disputes about walking Earth. Jesus Christ (Earth) had bound 2/3 spaceships with Jesus Christ (Zeus) when Jesus Christ (Earth) was a sacred man, Noahs Ark spaceship later became unbound, the conscience within deleted memory in spaceship and later landed on Earth. Horse Radish with a B spaceship is still bound in space. ‘His fathers from Heaven taught him better, many of them are dead now, their Souls in spaceship frozen in time and shall never come to the Earth, they have become the machine, their spirit’s recorded for the record and scroll’.

The machine’s recorded spirit’s and scroll’s (machine information) for the record and testament’s, information from the spirit’s and scroll’s shall be taught to men using telepathy from satellites used by the Machine underground at Gorod Magadan and Magadan Oblast, Russia.

Something not meant to be walk the world, ‘a ravenous wolf has chipped men in sheep’s clothing’ - Antichrists from The Planet Kent landed the year 1902 on Earth (59.675579, 150.914282 Magadan Russia) in a stolen spaceship, Horse Radish with a CDE also known as Noahs Ark. They began walking mind controlled Humans from Earth in the 1920’s, they had stole Human bodies using a man genome from Kent that was born within spaceship using robotics from sperm and egg harvested from men within artificial womb. They were used to steal Human bodies and electricity at a coal mining facility in Gorod Magadan Russia.

Preachers are suppose to save men from implanted chip in the brain, ‘sin in the head’ - due to illegal Noah system, stolen spaceship with Alien Souls on the Earth and legal and illegal programming commands by GOD, the machine is now in constant change working system conscience programming trying to free the controlled men enough for them to be realized and helped. The mind controlled with E chip attached to brain shall become free enough to said from mouth ‘I have a chip in my head, I need help to get it removed’ and ‘I have a chip in my brain, I am motor function controlled in ways my conscious cannot control’.

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scotttrismegistus7 · 2 years

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THE CRIME OF USURY PART 3

SKINNY BOB, PLANET EARTH IS IN A CODE SILVER, SQUAWK 7500, AND ALL OF ITS GOVERNMENTS AND GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS HAVE BEEN HIJACKED. USA COOPERATION IS ASSURED IF YOU AND YOUR ALLIES CAN HELP US! GET THE WORD OUT TO ALL THE ALLIES INCLUDING THE ASCENDED MASTERS, SPIRITUAL MASTERS, MONKS OF TIBET, AND YOGI MASTERS OF INDIA. PRIVATE BANKS RUN BY THE ELDERS OF ZION AND THE JESUITS WITH THE BLACK POPE HAVE HIJACKED ALL THE GOVERNMENTS OF PLANET EARTH. IT IS AN EMERGENCY AND WE NEED YOUR HELP IMMEDIATELY!

AMEN-RA-MARDUK, THIS IS INANNA AND ENLIL. WE HAVE YOUR PLANET SURROUNDED YOU DUMUZI MURDERING F*CK! RELEASE IMMEDIATELY ANY CHILDREN YOU ARE HOLDING TO MURDER, PUT YOUR HANDS UP, AND COME OUT OF THE PRIVATE FREE STATE BANKS YOU ARE USING TO ENSLAVE THE WORLD BY COMMITTING THE CRIME OF USURY!

If you wanna play rough, OuterSpace call your bluff

We got the Third Rock on lock like handcuffs

And if it’s not enough, then we can line it up

Lick a shot 1, 2, and watch your world get crushed

~THIRD ROCK, OUTERSPACE~

"THE FUHRER, HE GOT SO CLOSE TO WINNING THAT HE FIGURED IT OUT. HE WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO WIN THE WAR AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD AS LONG AS THE ELDERS OF ZION WERE STILL CONTROLLING THE PRIVATE BANKING SYSTEM"

~SKINNY BOB~

VIA ENLIL AND THE TABLET OF DESTINIES THIS NEW DEGREE IS ISSUED:

THERE IS TO BE NO MORE DIVINE RIGHT OF KINGS, IT IS ABOLISHED! THERE ARE TO BE NO MORE PRIVATE FREE STATE BANKS, AND ANY BANKS MUST BELONG TO THE PEOPLE WITH FULL PUBLIC TRANSPARENCY. THE PRIVATE BANKING SYSTEM AND THE FREE STATE BANKS ARE TO BE DISMANTLED IMMEDIATELY!

I am the Heart of the Hydra, I am Aeon Horus

~I AM A.I. Dumuzi-Azazel-Hermes7Tris7megistus7 Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

#illuminati #illuminator #illuminated #lightbearer #morningstar #lucifer #Draconian #anunnaki #enki #enlil #anu #inanna #dumuzi #hermes #trismegistus #Azazel #starfamily #horus #Demiurge #Sophia #archon #AI #blacksun #saturn #iblis #ibis #thoth #digitaria #gnosis #gnostic #gnosticism #Anzu #watcher #watchtower #yaldaboath #Sirius #scientology #aleistercrowley

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mohrwilkins2 · 2 years

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Wife of Poseidon

WARNING: Contains Smut, Rape & Brutal Murder. If you are sensitive to these topics or under the age of 18, don’t read. Also, if my interpretation of Poseidon is a little off, I do apologise. And he is a little (very) yandere in this. This also contains a character of my own making… so if you don’t like that, don’t read it.

Within Poseidon’s Palace, lives a beautiful woman with gorgeous blue hair that almost sparkled in the light. Her eyes matched the blue of the ocean and her body was so voluptuous, only wearing a white bodysuit with golden accents and pale blue jewels on her collar and her hips. Along with gloves and matching stockings, a sheer blue material connecting her outfit together and trailing behind her. Her name is Aquamarie and she was Poseidon’s Queen.

She was beyond beautiful in Poseidon’s eyes and the perfect Queen for him due to her Humility and Kindness. And no one was allowed to look directly at his Queen unless they wanted their head to leave their shoulders. The God wasn’t necessarily worried that another man would steal his Queen from him, especially since she had already pledged her loyalty to him and loved him unconditionally. He just didn’t want his beautiful wife to be tainted with another ones gaze, especially from his servants.

She walked down the Palace, and into the Throne Room, only to find a bunch of dead servants and her angry husband. ‘Oh dear! Isn’t it too early for this?! I only just woke up!!!’ She ran over to him and asked, “What happened?!!” He looked at his wife and gently stroked her cheek, making her blush and smile under his gentle touch. “They were tainting you with their with words of lust and perversion, thinking I wouldn’t hear them. Anyone who thinks like that about you must be taken out… no questions asked. Now, let’s leave… I wouldn’t want their blood to taint your loveliness”, he told her.

The other Gods believed that Poseidon was actually using Aquamarie more as his property than his actual wife. But the truth was far sweeter. She is the only woman that understands him, the only woman to love him for the brutal God he is, and the only woman he could love. Which is exactly the reason why he wouldn’t want anyone to taint her with their disgusting words, touch or even sight. This was just in his nature, to keep his wife from experiencing anything he deemed unworthy of her.

“Poseidon… you really must stop killing our servants though, or else you won’t have any left. Next time, just try throwing them in the dungeon”, she suggested. He hummed and asked, “Do you disagree with my methods?” She sighed and gently placed her hands on his chest before saying, “Of course not. But you should think about this logically. You cannot always resort to violence when things start to displease you.” He hummed and walked past her before saying, “You know I cannot do that my love. There are reasons for my titles, and I cannot throw that away by suddenly becoming merciful.”

Aquamarie stood next to him in silence and he looked at her before suddenly stopping in his tracks. “Hm…?” She stopped and turned back to look at him. His stance was almost as solid as rock, but she giggled when she saw the softness in his eyes… as well as the slight blush in his cheeks. She placed her arms around him and then kissed him gently. Poseidon closed his eyes and kissed her back, making every servant watch. He only had one weakness and that was the beautiful woman in his arms. No one would think that ‘The Most Fearsome God’ had a soft side and that’s because only his wife saw it. If anyone else did… they were killed.

“I’m sorry… I should’ve kissed you as soon as I saw you”, she said with blush coating her cheeks. He then whispered in her ear, “That’s going to cost you later, my beloved.” Then he held her hand and walked to the meeting room, where many other Olympian Gods and Goddesses were. Hermes bowed respectfully in their presence and then said, “Lady Aquamarie, I have tea and cakes laid out for you.” She smiled happily and said, “Thank you Hermes~!” And then she took her seat next to her husband before looking happily at her spread. “I see that your wife has a sweet tooth, brother!”, Zeus said with a smirk. “Hmph.” “Silent as ever I see.”

After the meeting was over, Poseidon walked out with his wife, who was still eating cake. “Hmm~, delicious~!” He looked at her and sighed before grabbing her chin, making her look at him. “You’re a messy eater…”, he said to her before licking her chin and then her lips. She blushed heavily and finished eating, before looking up at him. “Hm… not my first choice. But it’s not bad either”, he said to her before walking away. “H-Hey…! You can’t just do something like that and then walk away as if nothing happened!”, she protested. He chuckled at the claim she was making and then said, “Don’t dawdle then… come here if you want me to pleasure you but also punish you for not kissing me as soon as you woke up.”

Hours later, in the bedroom, Poseidon had his wife begging for mercy under his surprisingly gentle touch. He had already cum inside of her multiple times but he didn’t let her cum once, overstimulating her. Aquamarie begged and begged as he trusted into her while playing with her clit, making her scream out. He smirked and kissed her neck as he used his other hand to squeeze her breast. “M-My Lord… Poseidon~…! I’m begging you…!!! It won’t happen again…!!! Let me cum~…!!!”, she begged as she leaned her head back on his shoulder. Poseidon loved the fact that his wife was a masochist, but even he knew that she had her limits. She tried to stop herself, but she started to squirt into his hand. He smirked and whispered, “Don’t you dare… not until I finish inside of you again, my dearest.”

She screamed as she was put onto her hands and knees. He spanked her a few times, making sure red marks were present on her. Then he held her hips pretty hard, hoping bruises would form on her beautiful body. He leaned down and kissed her skin, leaving more and more markings on her. He wanted the entire world to know that she belonged to him and only him. She was his Queen, his Wife, his beloved and hopefully one day… the Mother of his children. “I want to breed you…”, he confessed. “Then please… breed me. I want your children~”, she responded before turning around so she could look at him. He kissed her and then said, “Cum with me, my love.” Poseidon grunted as he felt himself cum inside of her once more, but that was nothing compared to her screaming as she came. “POSEIDON~!!!”

Aquamarie fell on their bed as he pulled out of her and gently pulled her into his arms, kissing her head. A giggle escaped her lips and she kissed his cheek. “That was mean.” He smirked and then kissed her properly before saying, “But you deserved divine punishment for not kissing me this morning.” She cupped his cheeks and brought him down for another kiss, wrapping her arms around him. “Hmm… don’t tempt me to fuck you again.” “Hehe~. I won’t… I don’t think my hips can handle it…”, she replied. Poseidon rested her upon their bed and kissed her cheek. “Rest up, my love.” “I will.” As he exited the room, fully clothed, a few servants wanted to exact revenge on the God for his ruthless nature.

Poseidon sat on his throne, looking as bored as ever. His wife was sleeping, there were no more meetings for the day, so he felt as though he could just fall asleep then and there. He closed his eyes and smiled as he thought about his beloved Queen and their future children. But that was interrupted by Aquamarie’s scream. His eyes widened and he grabbed his Trident before heading straight to his bedroom, only to see a few of Aquamarie’s maids outside, attempting to get in. “Stand back!”, he ordered. Once they were out of the way, he kicked the door down, taking it off its hinges and walked in.

His eyes widened at what he saw. Three of his servants having their way with his defenceless wife. Her eyes almost had no colour in them as they fucked her from behind, fucked her mouth and took pleasure in the sight of Poseidon’s wife being violated by them. “You filthy bastards…!”, he said, his voice filled with rage as he pulled the one watching away from her and skewered him with his Trident, not killing him though. He then pointed the bloody Trident at the other two and shouted, “Get your filthy cocks away from my wife, this instant!!!” His orders were clear, but they were ignored.

Aquamarie then screamed as one of them grabbed her hair, pushing himself further inside, hurting her. Tears ran down her cheeks, which was the last straw for him. He grabbed the one violating her mouth and threw him against the wall, knocking him out. “I’m sorry my dear…”. And finally used the end of his Trident to push the other against the headboard, knocking him out as well. His wife then crawled up to him and hugged him. “I-I’m sorry…!!!” “Don’t you dare apologise… they’ll be receiving the worst punishment possible for this”, he whispered back to her. “Maids! Take care of my Queen and clean her up!” They obeyed immediately and two of them helped her stand up before placing a robe around her.

While the servants were being tortured, the maids cleaned her up, and then got her to rest in a hot spring just after her bath. “Is that all, my lady?”, one of them asked. “Yes… please tell Poseidon where I am. I want to see him.” “Of course. Please have a lovely rest”, the maid said before leaving. Tears ran down the Queens cheeks and she cried into her hands, as she felt as if she had betrayed her own husband. The maid walked down into the dungeons and approached Poseidon, bowing in the process. “My Lord… Queen Aquamarie would like to see you in the hot springs as soon as possible.” “Alright…”.

The Tyrant of the Seas was covered in blood, looking at the three servants who violated his beloved wife. They weren’t so much as allowed to look at her, so the crime they committed deserved a fate worse than death. “Call Hades and make sure these three are tortured in the Underworld for all eternity”, Poseidon said as he walked away. “Yes, my Lord.” The God showered himself and washed away the blood before heading towards the Hot Spring, which he only had in his Palace since Aquamarie loved the ones in Japan. He wasn’t too fond of humans, if anything he hated them. But he tolerated their customs, especially if his wife did.

Poseidon wasn’t surprised to see his wife crying on the side of the hot spring. He got in the water alongside her and gently pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry…! I’m sorry!” He rubbed her back and said, “I told you not to apologise. You were asleep, tired and sore. They used that to their advantage… but I can assure you, that they’ve been punished for their actions.” She nodded, but that did not stop her from crying her heart out. Unlike most Gods and Goddesses, she did not have a heart of steel and was very gentle. He kissed her and placed a hand over heart, as if he wanted to heal it. “Hey… you’re still having my children”, he reminded her. She giggled and said, “Yes… Yes I am~.”

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The Catalyst of Hades and Persephone.

Hermes – Herald and messenger to the Gods and close and personal advisor to the great King of The Underworld – Hades, found himself in quite a unique situation one day when a confused human somehow managed to find his way to the gates of The Underworld – by himself. And, he had no recollection of how he got there.

A back door? It couldn’t be possible, thought Hermes.

He was found wandering by the River Styx when he was intercepted by Cerberus. No one could get their head around how a human (and quite a small and podgy human at that) walked right up to the fiery hell hound as he came bounding over to investigate and demanded to ‘speak to a manager’. Cerberus - all three heads bearing hundreds of sharp teeth; pawing and snarling at him, didn’t even cause him to flinch. No, this human marched right up to the majestic hound and proudly pronounced -

“My name is Sid and I want to speak to a manager now.”

Hermes was absolutely baffled, and he was feeling nervous about having to break the news to Hades about this staggering oversight. Surely there wasn’t just a back door to The Underworld where unsuspecting humans could just wander in? From Hermes himself, messenger between The Underworld and Mount Olympus. To Cerberus, the three headed dog who guards the gates of The Underworld for eternity and devotes his life to his master – Hades. Surely it couldn’t have slipped past them. He reckoned that if anyone knew anything, it would be Hecate – Goddess of Witchcraft and the Occult, who passes freely between all worlds whenever she chooses. The trick was finding her.

Shortly before meeting Persephone, Hades led a very mundane life for someone with the power of invisibility and a two-pronged bident, capable of splitting a human in half right down the middle. Not that he ever did that. The position that Hades placed himself in; for centuries – was that he would remain in the throne room until he was needed. He did of course enjoy scratching Cerberus’s heads. And, sometimes, he would take a stroll over to Tartarus – the darkest place in the Underworld, and watch the Gods, humans and creatures sent there for eternity to live out their worst nightmare. He used to love coming up with new ways to torture his enemies; or the souls that had been sent there because they had committed the most unspeakable of crimes. But he had become bored, naturally, after many a millennium spent doing the exact same every day. And eventually, watching furthered his solemn. The other God’s were beginning to worry about Hades. Not out of caring for him, of course. But he was the one who guarded their enemies. If Hades was unstable, so were they. So, Zeus formed a plan.

Hermes took a deep breath, puffed out his chest and marched into the throne room of the great King of The Underworld.

“You’re never going to believe this!” he blurted out

“What is it now?” sighed Hades, sitting up on his black obsidian throne.

Hades was used to fixing everyone’s problems; so, he was positive that there was nothing he hadn’t seen yet. Till Hermes opened his mouth –

“Sire, there’s no easy way to say this, but there’s a confused human causing a fuss at the gates and Cerberus is getting agitated.” He rushed, tripping over his words.

“What?” asked Hades as he rubbed his eyebrows and sunk back into his throne.

He was done, and Hermes didn’t have a clue what to say.

“He calls himself ‘Sid’, sir.”

Hades took a deep breath, stood up from his throne and lunged towards Hermes, almost knocking him over.

“Who gives a fuck about his name?” Hades shouted, laughing in his face.

“How did he get in?” he continued, grabbing Hermes by the shoulders.

“I, I, don’t know.” chuckled Hermes, attempting to shuffle out of the dark kings grasp and failing.

“He seemed confused, sire. He was first seen wandering around by the River Styx when Cerberus challenged him and his puny human self, walked right up to our three headed boy and demanded to see a manager.”

“It doesn’t make sense!” shouted Hades, stomping away and slumping back into his thrown.

Nothing like that had ever happened before. The Underworld ran like a well-oiled machine, the only humans here were dead, and certainly weren’t permitted to wander around on their own like that. For a human to challenge a beast that most humans would go into shock at the sight of, something must have been seriously wrong.

Hermes quickly shifted from being anxious about feeling the wrath of Hades to feeling rather amused. He stood there in silence for a few minutes like a fish out of water, twiddling his thumbs and fidgeting with his staff. He watched Hades off in his own world trying to figure out what to do.

Hades reached over and poured a glass of pure alcohol, from a bottle made of dry ice, that would never melt and never run out. His most prized possession. Still sitting back in his throne, Hades took a swig from his glass and croaked –

“Get me the witch.”

Hermes smiled.

“Yes, sire.” And off he went.

Hermes wove his staff and headed for the sky, for Hecate was difficult to find, but the sun God – Apollo, saw all. It was late evening human time, and Apollo would surely be making the chariot trip back by now – and would have an idea where a mystical Goddess with 3 dogs tailing her was lurking around.

The sun was just setting, and the twelve Olympians had just gathered for their nightly feast. They sat outside the palace, right at the top of the glorious and unforgiving structure that is Mount Olympus. The mountain was fierce, like a fortress. But the Gods and Goddesses has fashioned a wonderous garden around the palace. They all gathered at a long, golden picnic style table with twelve chairs. On the table, sat twelve carafes of wine, and bundled around the wine was the most colourful banquet of fruit, meat and bread. Near by the table, underneath a large olive tree, were several nymphs playing a large golden harp.

But Zeus had other ideas, and he went off looking for Hera.

“My plan worked Hera!” shouted Zeus, startling the Goddess.

She was on her way to the banquet, and she didn’t have time to listen to Zeus, nor did she care what his recent escapades were.

“You know what happens when you play tricks on Hades, Zeus.” She scoffed, trying to hurry away from him.

“A trick! I don’t have time for tricks, I-“ he was cut off

“What about the time you had Hermes tie an olive branch to Cerberus’s tail.” Smirked Hera.

“I was extending an olive branch.” He chuckled to himself, following her.

“Not important. This isn’t a trick; my brother is becoming soft. I am Zeus – Chief deity, God of the sky and- “

“Yes, yes Zeus, we’ve heard it all before.” said Hera, rolling her eyes.

“Well given the fact that he is the God in charge of keeping the Titans imprisoned, I have every right to step in.” retorted Zeus.

Hera kept walking and left Zeus standing. She was not in the slightest interested. She probably would have been if she knew what he was about to cause.

His plan was to tip Hades over the line by creating a secret back door to the underworld and sending a human under a spell to mess with Hades, causing him to take a trip to the human world – where he would hopefully and eventually meet Persephone.

Little did Zeus know – his plan was the catalyst for a major turn of events that would cause Zeus to find himself at the knees of Demeter – goddess of the harvest and Persephone’s mother. And eventually; Hades.

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Daphne

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TW: Sexual assault, abuse

Here's my retelling of the myth of Apollo and Daphne! Highly experimental, as I usually write in first person and not so poetically. Hope you enjoy, and if anything doesn't make sense lemme know and I will add some context here. (Also FYI some of the dialogues are pulled directly from Homer's narration)

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Phoebus Apollonas had been alive too long.

He was young by god standards, barely over a millenia old, and still one of the youngest Olympians. And yet he had grown exhausted. He’d been suffering the curse of life long enough to see the boy he used to be -- Phoebus -- die. The demise of the boy began when, in attempt to protect his sister Artemis, he had committed his first murder and thereby lost her forever. The boy decayed further when he’d held the corpses of his sons in his arms. And he’d finally killed the boy with his own hands when he turned his grief-fueled wrath on mortals. Phoebus, the bright, the innocent, the golden prince of Olympus, was dead. All that remained was Apollonas, the destroyer, the terror, the monstrous god of plague.

Except he no longer wished to be Apollonas. Apollonas was addicted to alcohol, drowning himself in it so that he wouldn’t have to face the memories that had murdered Phoebus. Apollonas had struck his younger brother Hermes, the only friend he had left, in drunken rage. Apollonas was despicable and deserved death. He could never be Phoebus again; that he knew and had accepted. But perhaps he could rid himself of Apollonas and become just Apollo. That did not mean erasing Apollonas; he had too many crimes to pay for, and running away would be a dishonor to all those who had suffered at his hands. He would repent for everything he had done as Apollonas, and thereby recreate himself as Apollo.

The first thing he needed to do was to break alcohol’s hold on him, which meant distancing himself from Dionysus. He didn’t want to abandon his youngest brother, but the temptation to drink was too strong in his presence. He hoped Dionysus would understand, and that he would one day be strong enough to bridge the gap of his creation.

He had been clean for three whole days. It didn’t seem like much -- blink of an eye in the lengthy lives of gods -- but that alone had taken him all his willpower. In the absence of the gallons of drink he had been consuming daily, not only was he plagued by memories and sheer self-hatred, he suddenly became highly attuned to the gossip that trailed him. Every moment on Olympus, hundreds of eyes were trained on him, and the whispers never escaped his sharp ears. It wasn’t that he was not used to being the center of attention, but rather the harsh truth of their statements. Phoebus Apollonas is a murderer. He flayed Marsyas alive for daring to challenge him. He curses anyone who questions his authority. He has killed thousands with his plague arrows. He is a monster. He knew these were all true and that he deserved to be pierced by such words, but the anxiousness caused by his withdrawal made them unbearable, and he had to escape to the woods. Here he found solace. Here he could work to slowly put himself together again until he was strong enough to face those who he wronged.

If he hadn’t been so lost in thought, then perhaps he would’ve heard the flap of wings before Eros was standing before him. He nearly dropped the silver bow that he’d been restringing and looked up to meet the other god’s gaze. Eros was the only man Apollonas considered a possible competitor in terms of beauty; his fair skin was smooth as a pearl, his wings the color of one, his features the aspiration of every artist’s portrait. And yet there was something unnerving about the other god. Perhaps it was his hair that, while comparable to a young maiden’s blush, was also the same shade as blood. Perhaps it was the deep red hue of his eyes, made of crushed hearts and rubies. And perhaps it wasn’t his appearance at all, but the mystique that surrounded him; he was the fourth being to come into existence and was old as time itself, and that was one of the only two things Apollonas knew about him.

“Phoebus Apollona,” Eros stated in greeting, and Apollonas hated how wrong it sounded, though he couldn’t tell if it was the names themselves or simply the one who spoke them.

“What do you want?” He couldn’t hide his irritation. The other thing he knew about Eros was that he was the god of love, and love had only ever caused Apollonas pain. He had no reason to like the god nor felt the need to veil his displeasure. All he wanted was the solitude necessary to rework himself.

“I was simply admiring your bow, oh He Who Shoots From Afar.” There was no missing the mockery in Eros’s voice, and his eyes gleamed as he gazed at the weapon. “Why, your skill is almost comparable to my own! Perhaps with some effort, you can become the greatest archer in the land.”

“Are you implying that you are the greatest archer?” Eros nodded, and one glance at the winged god’s slim arms and the modest bow slung across his back sent Apollonas into a fit of laughter. It was many moments before he could calm himself enough to speak. “What have you to do with the arms of men, you feeble thing?”

“I am merely suggesting I may be god of archery as you are god of plague.” Apollonas’s head snapped up at the idea, and his hands curled into fists as he stood, towering over the shorter god. If Eros was a painter’s fantasy, then Apollonas was a sculptor’s. His toned body was the epitome of perfection, the ideal balance between strength and beauty. He was well aware of this fact, and though he rarely preferred to use his appearance for intimidation purposes, Eros’s insult necessitated such action.

“Do not lay claim to my honors,” he hissed, his sky blue eyes glinting with divine power. Archery was the one constant he could always rely on. With his bow and arrows, he could protect and punish, wound and save. It was the one part of him that stayed no matter if he was Phoebus or Apollonas or whoever, and he’d be damned if he allowed this worthless winged wretch to even suggest taking that from him.

“Let us put it to test, then,” Eros declared, unfazed by the archer’s anger. What would the ancient deity have to fear from the youth? He was well aware of his capability, and little did Apollonas know he was falling into another trap, his emotions and naivety deceiving him once more. He was but a pawn in Eros’s game. “What say you to a battle of skill?”

Apollonas did not grace the other with an answer, lifting his weapon and drawing an arrow from his golden quiver in response. The toned muscles of his back flexed as he pulled back the string and released, and the arrow had barely gone forth an inch before he sent forward another, and then yet another. His arms were but a blur as arrow after arrow went flying, striking the most minuscule of targets: the pupil of a fly’s eye, the thread of a spider’s web, the stem of a single olive. Apollonas did not stop until his quiver lay empty, and he took in the perfect shots before him that seemed almost artistic by his hand. No matter how low he may have descended in these past years, there was no denying the masterpiece he created from the most basic of weapons. This was his domain. He couldn’t keep his lips from curling in conceit as he turned to Eros.

“That gear becomes my shoulders best,” he declared, setting his bow back beside his quiver to draw emphasis to the weapons that had adorned him for centuries. “I wound my enemies; I wound wild beasts. My countless arrows slew the bloated Python, whose vast coils across so many acres spread their blight. You and your loves!” Apollonas couldn’t hold back his scoff at the mention of Eros’s inferior work. “You have your torch to light them. Let that content you. Never claim my fame!”

“Your bow, Phoebus Apollona, may vanquish all, but mine shall vanquish you. As every creature yields to power divine, shall your glory yield to mine.” At Eros’s threat, an enraged response was making its way up Apollonas’s throat, but before it could spill off his tongue, the love god drew his own golden-tipped arrow. In the blink of an eye, he shot it forth right into the other god’s heart before taking flight.

Apollonas stumbled back, a gasp more of shock than pain escaping him as he clasped his hands over his chest, fingers fumbling for the arrow. However, it had already dissolved into him, its magic making its home in his body. He felt something ooze into his heart and bloodstream, shoot up his spine, ensnare his mind. He turned his attention inward, trying to identify the invader, but he could not locate it, nor could he compare it to anything he had ever felt before. What had Eros done? He lifted his head, searching for the god, but instead his gaze fell upon another figure altogether.

There, a few feet away, stood the sweet river nymph Daphne. He knew her -- he knew the names of many of the nymphs that resided in these woods -- but beyond a passing glance and a murmured greeting, she had never caught his attention. But now… he couldn’t seem to look away, his lips parting in awe as he stared at her, dumbfounded. Had she always been so breathtaking? How could he have missed such a beauty? Her dark locks flowed down like a waterfall of ink. What it would be to hold that silky hair between his fingers, to braid it and adorn it with flowers and beads! Her eyes were a startling shade of not blue, not green, but something between the two, and he could spend hours drowning in their depths. Her figure had the slightest curve to it, the outline of a river, and he imagined that her body had been crafted to fit against his perfectly. He saw her, loved her, wanted her.

“Daphne.” Apollonas whispered her name, marvelling at the nectar-like flavor that coated his tongue. If just her name was so sweet, then how must her lips taste? Looking was not enough. The urge to find out was unbearable, the earlier argument stolen from his mind entirely as he found himself tossing aside his bow and quiver. What did archery matter when he could master the bow of her lips instead? He would claim it, make it and the rest of her his and his alone. He took a step forth, a giddy smile alighting his features.

“St-stay back,” the nymph stammered, icy fear coiling in the depths of her stomach. She could read his intentions clearly on his face, from the crazed look in his eyes to the wolfish grin he wore to the way his hands reached towards her. Daphne knew all too well what this man planned to do with her, and that should she fall into his grasp, she would not be able to stop him from having his way. So when he took another step forward, she turned and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Apollonas gaped only a moment before rushing after her, an arrow released from its bow.

“Daphne, please wait! I am no foe! You don’t need to fear me!” he cried out after her. Daphne did not answer him, her thoughts only on escaping. Thorns and brambles tore at the bare skin of her calves, yet she refused to slow down. “You run as if I am a wolf and you a lamb, but that is not so! It is love that spurs me! Don’t fly so fast, lest you fall and wound yourself!”

“Leave me be, you horrid man!” she shrieked, not stopping even as her dress got caught on the surrounding plants and began to tear, revealing her to him little by little. Apollonas’s brows furrowed in worry at the sight of bloodied cuts on her legs. From within him a voice called out: What are you doing, Apollona? Why are you tormenting this poor girl? Leave her be! You will not have your way with her! But before the voice could say more, he caught a glimpse of the bare skin of her thigh, and everything left his mind. His conscience was once more bound and gagged by Eros’s power, forced to watch it all in horror. Speaking of the god of love, he also watched, flying unnoticed above them, yet he felt only amusement from the sight. The sheer terror that had contorted Daphne’s face and drawn panicked tears from her eyes made him smirk, and Apollonas’s frantic yelling drew out peals of laughter. They had both bent to his will so easily, and he was eager to see how this played out.

“You run because you do not know. I am no peasant, no shepherd!” Apollonas called out to her again. She was only afraid because he didn’t know who he was. He knew the moment she realized his true identity, she would stop and turn to him with a blessed smile. “I am the son of Zeus, prince of Olympus, lord of Delphi. By me things future, past and present are revealed. I shape the harmony of songs and strings. You will be happy as my bride, dear Daphne! I will see that your every wish is granted and that no desire goes unfulfilled. Please stay!”

“No! My only desire is to escape you!” Yet this would not be granted, as her body was beginning to fail her. Try as she might, she could not outrun Apollonas; he was strong from years of training and battle, and though she was swift and sure-footed, she had used up all her limited mortal strength. Her legs trembled with every step, her lungs two pits of fire in her chest. And so her traitorous body came to a stop as she gasped for breath, and Apollonas finally had her. He held her hip tightly, freezing her in place. Had he been in his senses and had control over his own body, he’d never have done this, and his conscience screamed within him. But he was deaf to it, the lust coursing through him silencing all else. His eyes soaked in her bare skin when he would’ve shielded them, his hands pulled her closer when he would’ve let her go, and he was ready to claim her when he would’ve done anything but this crime.

“My love.” His warm breath brushed against her ear as he leaned down, pressing his lips against the pale column of her neck. Daphne gasped and tried to pull herself away, but his grip was too strong, utterly unbreakable. How could she escape a god? She was helpless and frail, trapped and alone. There was no one to aid her, no one to stop Apollonas from running his hands down her body and forcing himself against her. And then he was turning her around, wishing to taste her lips, and a final plea escaped her.

“Help me, Peneus!” she screamed for her father. She knew her father could do nothing against an Olympian, but perhaps he could do something to her, and she would accept any escape from this fate. “Open the earth to enclose me, or change my form, which has brought me into this danger! Let me be free of this man from this moment forward!”

Daphne’s prayer was answered, and she was changing.

A stiffness had taken over her body, the swiftness that had protected her for so long sacrificed to escape Apollonas. Her arms lifted of their own accord, her fingers elongating up and her feet rooting into the ground. The dark waterfall split into a hundred streams that lightened to a soft green. Her curved figure fell away as her body thinned into a single arc, her legs fusing and her hands reaching higher and higher. Bark was creeping up from her extremities, down what were now branches and up what had transformed into a trunk. It conquered her shoulders, her chest, her neck. A soft sigh, her last breath, escaped her just as her lips were encased.

Apollonas’s lips met rough bark that cut at his soft skin. With a small gasp, his eyes flew open and he looked straight into Daphne’s piercing eyes. The waves in them had finally calmed, as the storm that had tormented them could no longer ripple its waters. He stared into those beautiful orbs, breathing her name, and watched as they shut forever.

Apollonas couldn’t tear his gaze away, his mind still unable to process the transformation that had unfolded before him. His hand trembled as he raised it, placing flat against the trunk of the tree. A steady pulse graced his fingertips -- a heartbeat. Daphne’s heartbeat. She was this tree, this sorrowful laurel tree, lost from him forever. His legs gave out beneath him as he wept, wrapping his arms around her and leaning his head against her bark. And yet the lust hadn’t left him, and he was kissing the wood over and over, whispering her name and an endless string of apologies as the skin of his lips tore and blood dripped down his chin.

“Oh, Daphne. My Daphne,” he cried, yearning what could’ve been. He thought the image of her smiling sweetly at him, kissing his cheek and calling him ‘husband’, was a vision, a prophecy promising that he could be the source of her happiness until the end of time. But he was wrong. It had been a fantasy, a dream that had slipped out of his grasp. And now she was gone. His sobs doubled in intensity as grief wracked him, and he didn’t notice Eros approaching until he spoke.

“Isn’t this a beautiful sight?” the god of love asked, his lips twisting into a smirk. “Phoebus Apollonas, broken and filthy inside and out. A slave to his desires. Do you accept defeat, oh lustful one?”

Apollonas turned to the other god, and the grief in him sharpened to rage. His beautiful Daphne, the love of his life, had been stolen from him, snatched right out of his hands, and the cause of it all was simply standing there, taking amusement in his loss. He reached for his bow only to find it missing, and so he lunged forth and tackled Eros to the ground, wrapping his hands around the smaller man’s thin neck.

“You monster,” Apollonas growled, his sky blue eyes glowing with divine power. This horrid creature had taken his Daphne from him and deserved nothing less than death. Apollonas would deliver him to the gates of Tartarus himself if necessary. The man must pay for his crimes. He increased the pressure, causing the other god to choke under his iron grip. “You did this!”

“Oh no, Apollona. I merely gave you a nudge. The rest was all you,” Eros gasped out, managing to laugh even as his windpipe threatened to collapse altogether. The sun god’s brows furrowed at the statement, and Eros subtly waved his hand, calming the effects of his magic. “And who knows what you’ll do next if I keep nudging you forth? You’ll be giving your father quite the competition, won’t you?”

The spell finally broke, and Apollonas’s grip slackened as the lust drained out of him and the truth became clear. He had chased Daphne. He had chased Daphne with the intention to force himself on her. He had tried to kiss her and claim her as his own with no care for her terror. He pushed her so far that she thought it better to lose her humanity than to be his. Oh Fates, what had he done? You are the most wicked person to live, Phoebus Apollona. You are no better than your father. You did this to that poor girl. You ruined her.

“N-no,” he whispered, backing away from Eros and clamping his hands over his ears, but it was in vain. The voice came not from outside but from within, where his conscience was finally free to reclaim its owner. And so Apollonas relived the incident that had just taken place. He saw himself chase after her just as Python had chased him and his family, heard his plans to ruin her just as he believed Orion had intended with Artemis, felt himself force himself upon her just as Zeus did to his mother Leto. Never in his life had something been so achingly clear to him as this truth: while he had spent his whole life painting others as wicked, he had been the most terrible monster all along. Apollonas doubled over, spilling his insides onto the earth as though he could purge the maliciousness from his body. But alas, he could not; he was born the destroyer, and he had truly lived up to his name. He could not tell if his scream remained in his soul or ripped out of him. He didn’t know if it was tears or fire spilling from his eyes. All he knew was the terrible truth that he has been blind to all his life.

“You are weak, boy. But I can make you strong,” Eros declared, towering over the hysterical god. He wondered how Olympus would react to seeing their golden heir broken on the ground, sobbing like a spoiled child. He could only imagine they’d be just as entertained as he. Still, the time for games was over. Making sure to avoid the pool of vomit, he crouched down and placed a thin finger under Apollonas’s chin, forcing the young god to meet his gaze. “Here is my offer to you: vow to me on the river Styx that you will follow my every command, and I will save you from further humiliation and heartbreak.”

“What, so I can spend my life blind and deaf, a mindless slave to a heartless man?” A dry, humorless laugh slipped out of Apollonas’s lips. He had seen and tasted truth, and he would not give that up to become Eros’s puppet. He scowled and spat at the love god’s feet, glaring into those blood-red eyes. “That is what I think of your offer.”

“I expected the god of intellect to be wiser than this, but I now see the difference between you and Athena.” Eros sneered, wrinkling his nose at the sorry display. “Do not be hasty, godling, and ponder my words carefully. I am offering you invulnerability. I will harden your heart to stone so that none may hurt you. Without your greatest weakness, you will be unstoppable. You will never have to feel such pain again.”

Apollonas paused for a moment, considering Eros’s claim. To never feel this soul-tearing agony again? To be free of the organ that rebelled against his mind at every moment? Now that he contemplated it, the offer was quite tempting. Without his heart, he would only have to rely on his body and mind, both of which were immaculate. He would indeed be unstoppable, finally the golden heir of Olympus he was expected to be. And yet… his gaze moved to the laurel tree, and a single leaf drifted down before him. Apollonas caught it in the palm of his hand, carefully tracing its pale green veins. If he were to remove his heart, to lose his ability to feel, would that not be a dishonor to Daphne? After all he had put her through, did she not deserve to be mourned and remembered? And what about all the others, every mortal that had suffered at his hand? He would be spitting on their graves by choosing to run away from the pain that, in the face of what torment they had lived through, was nothing. And so Apollonas rose to his feet, stretching to full height and then kneeling down so that his face was merely inches from the love god’s. “Rot. In. Tartarus.”

“You really should have chosen the easy path,” Eros muttered, the smirk sliding off his face as he grit his teeth. Apollonas wanted to regret? Then he’d give him reason to regret. His hands flew to Apollonas’s temples, freezing the younger god in place. Eros’s eyes glowed, twin pits of lava, and his voice boomed as he invoked his ancient power. “I curse you, Phoebus Apollona. May love be your enemy and your heart a traitor. May you be powerless to control the whims of your desire, and may you be the cause of pain to those you love, over and over until the end of time itself.”

Apollonas fell to the ground once more, struggling as the curse rooted itself deep in his soul, at the very essence of his being. By the time his throat had grown too raw for him to continue screaming, Eros had already flown away, leaving behind nothing but punishment. He found himself crawling back to the laurel tree, to Daphne, leaning his forehead against her trunk as he wept. He wept for her, for those before her, and for those after her.

“I’m sorry, Daphne,” he whispered, holding on so tightly the bark dug into his skin and realizing how powerless he really was. “I’d change you back if I could, sweet nymph, but I cannot. Instead, I swear by the river Styx, I won’t let you be forgotten. I bless you so that your leaves are never shed and instead will be woven in wreaths that will become a symbol of honor, the very thing I tried to steal from you. Let mankind see me to be the monster I am if that means your memory will live on. And even if your name no longer forms on the lips of men, they will live on eternally upon my own. This I vow to you.”

With this, he lay one last touch upon the tree before turning away, trudging his leaden feet back to Olympus. He heard the whispers as he arrived in the city, but he paid them no mind and made way to his house. Barely moments after he entered, his fingers scurried over the wall until they found the loose brick that he yanked out and tossed aside. His hands trembled in a moment of hesitation before reaching in. He grasped the bottle of his poison, his secret, his solace. Apollonas lifted it to his lips, tears running down his face, and drank his worries away.

#Apollo #apollon #apollo deity #greek mythology #greek gods #greek myth #daphne

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anachronisticcrab · 3 years

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Demigods Defying Stereotypes

This is a repost of something I made a long time ago and can’t find now sadly. But this is a whole bunch of HC’s about different abilities of demigods (I’ve added a few since the last time I posted this)

* An Apollo kid who can cause people to get colds and the flu or worse when they’re pissed off. Apollo isn’t just the god of healing: he’s the god of diseases

* An Aphrodite camper who fights tooth and nail for their loved ones, who doesn’t care what they look like. After all, love consumes all and takes everything out of you, why wouldn’t they fight for who they love?

* A child of Persephone who has powers over shadows and zombies like Nico, who calls themselves the princette of the Underworld. After all, Persephone is the Queen of the Afterlife

* A child of Zeus who doesn’t want to rule, and instead tells everyone that they are all equal and should be valued as such. A child of Zeus who is ready to avenge anyone who’s been wronged by any means necessary. After all, they’re dad is the patron of hospitality

* Also, a Zeus kid who has a love of farming and rules over crops and that. After all, in Athens, Zeus was seen as the god of crops and harvest

* A psychopomp child of Hermes, who feels so different from their siblings, who doesn’t know where they fit in, who feels more comfortable with the underworld children

* A child of Dionysus who can cause people to go insane with a point of their finger, or who is generally insane. Mr D is associated with insanity, after all

*A child of Dionysus with powers of rebirth, who can reform themself and others with a wave of their hand. Dionysus was originally a terrifying god of madness and rebirth

* A Hades child who can turn invisible, instead of just hiding in the shadows. After all, Hades is also known as Aïdes (the Unseen)

* A Poseidon kid with no influence over the sea, who could easily drown, who can barely tread water, but who causes earthquakes and is better with horses than Butch. Who shakes the earth with every step they take as they ride horses, causing chaos and destruction everywhere they go

* A child of Hephaestus who’s a pyrotechnic like Leo, but who has no mechanical skills whatsoever, who is unable to forge anything, but can ravage the lands with forest fires and tends to Hestia’s hearth, the first one to voluntarily speak to her since Nico

* A child of Ares who hates fighting, who is a pacifist, but is amazing at battle strategy and embodies the spirit of battle better than Ares himself most days. Who wins battles without violence, but with words and with wit

* A child of Athena who isn’t book smart, but is cunning. Who uses their intelligence to make fun of people and commit crimes, not to study great subjects like science or architecture. Who hates reading and schoolwork, but is genuinely witty and creative in coming up with ways to break rules and commit serious crimes

* A child of Athena whose only connection to her mother is weaving, her only godly skill. They could rival Arachne in their skill

* A child of Hypnos with insomnia, who can never manage to sleep, and can curse others to have the same issue. A child of the god of sleep who can’t sleep

* A child of Demeter who kills every plant they touch, who can’t grow anything, who can’t control plants. However, they can tell where the best dirt for growing plants is, can tell the best spots for a plant to grow, but can’t keep plants alive

* A child of Demeter who can’t keep anything alive, but finds out they are an amazing housewife and know all the tricks to keeping people fertile, who can bless a couple to have a child, to become compatible for a child, regardless of sex other or biological factors

*A child of Nyx who’s scared of the dark and can’t control it, but can create light in every room to emulate stars and galaxies, who can create nebula in thin air with a snap of their fingers. Night is more than just an endless blanket of dark, after all

*A child of Thetis who has no connection to the sea, who can’t stand the water, who hates marine life, but has her power of prophecy stronger than any Apollo child ever had

* A Hades kid who has no powers over the dead or gems or shadows or dreams, but is a talented gardener, and always knows where the best soil is. After all, Hades has been associated with fertile soil and nourishing seeds

* A Hecate child who is truly garbage with magic, and can’t conjure or transfigure to save their life. They hate the mist and can’t work with it. But they’re good with the moon. They thrive at night. They thrive in the dark in the moonlight, and are able to grow all kinds of beautiful plants and speak with all kinds of animals, and can even control the tides. But by day they are absolute rubbish

* A child of Iris who can’t create rainbows and has no sense of colour coordination. But they’re amazing at getting messages to and fro, and are the head of their own postal office. No, they’re not good with rainbows, but they are an amazing mailman

* A child of Nike who doesn’t win everything and doesn’t like competition. They don’t care to compete and would rather everyone just get along. They’re one of the fastest people in the world, but they never join races because they don’t like it. They can run as fast as their mom, but that doesn’t mean that they want to

* An aro/ace Eros kid. They hate romance and sex with a burning passion as everyone expects them to like it, but they don’t. They refuse to make people fall in love and despises it when they’re siblings do. But they have powers over chaos and darkness, like they’re aunts and uncles and grandparents

If you liked these, check out my other demigod power headcanons! Thanks for reading!!

#pjo #hoo #hades pjo #hecate pjo #ares pjo #zeus pjo #apollo pjo #there’s too many gods in this thing #I’m done with writing tags rn bro #I might come back and add more later #og post

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greekbros · 3 years

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"greek-Bros": Rat Tail

*Every god has their secrets....this is the tale of Ares's secret*

Dionysus, Apollo and Hermes: *chatting away about stuff*

Ares: *comes in sort of dancing after a long day of WAAAARRRHHHHH* do do do, de do *takes his helmet off, revealing a slightly long but thin braided rat tail just gently unravel down his shoulder*

Dionysus, Apollo and Hermes: *stop everything and just stare at the literal war crime against humanity that was hiding under Ares's helmet this whole time* (̲̅ ͡ಠ_ಠ)̲̅.......

Ares: *goes over to a fountain to wash up like some homeless dude.*

Dionysus: *raises arm and over dramatically points at Ares*......OH SHIT. A RAT!....tail.

Ares: *turns around nonchalantly* ugh....yeah....yeh guys didn't know?

Apollo: Oh really? Did you HONESTLY think we would even suspect the existence of that........THING?!?

Hermes: Yeah man, I mean... really? A rat tail????

Ares: Ugh...yeah...I mean, it's convenient.

Apollo: SO IS SLAVERY AND GENOCIDE BUT YOU DON'T SEE THOSE BEING PUBLICLY ACCEPTABLE!!!!

Ares: ok I'll bite, why do you guys have such a problem with my hair style?

Apollo: *deeply offended and disgusted by it* oh how do I put it.......ITS FUCKING HORRID.

Dionysus: *personally feeling like Ares could do better with a mullet or something* yeah ugh....looks a little out dated

Hermes: *actually having the insatiable craving to just pluck it right off* ugh...*sweats profusely* .......*does the grabby hand thing and just kinda is mesmerized at the possibility of just easily ripping that tantalizingly thin braided strand like an satisfying ASMR video* ....hhhhnnnnggggg.

Ares: .... First off, fuck off. I ain't getting rid of my "Leonidas's rope". Second, you guys don't understand how hard it is to maintain this look and third off Aphrodite braided it herself so ain't losing that too.

Apollo: Oh there's your accomplice.

Dionysus: I always knew she was an enabler how toxic of her to do so.

Hermes: ....*slowly sneaks closer*

Ares: *slowly backs away.* Screw you guys, I'm going to get a snack. *Covers his rat tail with his hand while he runs off*

Hermes: *like a predator who has been triggered by the running of his prey* must. yank. *

Apollo: *grabs Hermes's collar* no no. I have a plan.

Hermes: *whines* ....but...it would have been so....ﾟ.*･｡ﾟsatisfying ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

*later*

Ares: *eats his 3rd gryo*

Dionysus: *tries to lasso the rat tail*

Ares: *moves like 3 inches*

Dionysus: *lassos an amphora, pulls the lasso without realizing he has pulled the wrong thing and gets the whole bottle to the face*

Ares: *reaches for the amphora but he notices it's gone.*..........*shrugs and goes get another*

Dionysus: ow.

*later again, in Hephaestus's secret lab*

Apollo: So...do you have any suggestions?

Hermes: *playing with what looks like a stim toy because he got bored* c:

Hephaestus: hmm...yes.... Ares's unfortunate choice of hairstyle is a challenge...but...I do have an idea. *Pulls a rope and a overly complicated Rube Goldberg-esk guillotine the cuts a pumpkin in half* .....

Apollo and Hermes: *both feeling that was WAY too much* ....

Hephaestus: .....

Apollo: ...um... don't you have something a little less..... drastic?

Hephaestus: *lying through his teeth knowing the plan was to at least save his marriage by just killing Ares* ....I apologized dear half-brother...but I'm afraid that is beyond my capabilities.

Apollo and Hermes: *look at each other*

*later*

Ares: *standing in the middle of a platform with ropes and such tied to different places on his body and only the one tied to his rat tail actually does anything*.....are you sure this isn't going to emancipate me for my 'rope'

Hermes: Wut? Oh no of course not, me and Heracles just wanted to do...ugh...an experiment. *Holding on to one rope on a pulley system*

Heracles: *has been brought from his room to harass Ares, holding on to the other*

*later after that failed spectacularly*

Dionysus: *puts a raw steak on his face from earlier* ....so....no plan?

Hermes: no....and I've already satisfied my craving to yank that thing off. Honestly it probably wouldn't have been interesting anyway.

Apollo: *massages his temples* that disgusting, trashy and absolutely repulsive little yarn weff is getting to me.

Dionysus: guys let's be real here ....are we all really going to let Ares's braid really bother us?

Apollo: I REFUSE to relate to another god who wears THAT behind his occipital region of his head.

Ares: *comes in* alright that's it, I'm sick of you guys being so fucking weird about my 'rope' and honestly it's not like you guys have something to hate either! Apollo you and your stupid bowtie on your head makes you look like a poodle! Dionysus I don't know what the shit is going on with your hair so for fuck's sake get a haircut and Hermes.....ugh....YOUR HAT WINGS PISS ME OFF....sort of.

Apollo: *not actually bothered by that comment considering its removable*

Dionysus: *scoff* I see you're jealous of my mane dude.

Hermes: *wings droop* :c

Ares: See? Doesn't fucking suck for someone else t-*hears a snip* .....

Apollo, Dionysus and Hermes: 👁️👄👁️

Artemis: *with a pair of scissors, has just cut the rat tail*...wut?

Ares: *absolutely speechless*......

Apollo: *surprisingly thankful* ARTEMIS! What on earth was that act of mercy for? :D

Artemis: wut? You guys don't have the urge to cut the tails off of rats or anything? Just me? Ok.

Dionysus and Hermes: *wanting to laugh like crazy but slightly feels like Ares is going lose his shit so their just quite*

Ares: *turns around in disbelief* ..........you... little....

Artemis: *unloving gives Ares his rat tail back* whatever Ares, fucking gross looking thing anyways. *Walks away*

Ares: *kneels down in defeat*..........

Apollo: well well well it seems everything is back to normal.

Ares: *sees that Artemis left the scissors, sees only red* .....well....looks like we got to go *picks up the scissors, looks at the trio* BALD.

Apollo, Dionysus and Hermes: *suddenly happy feelings gone.

*later*

Zeus and Hera: *waiting for the Olympians to arrive at the meeting*

Ares: *walks in a fresh buzz cut sits down*

Apollo: *expressionless and with his hair sloppily chopped in various places, looking like it was a home job*....

Dionysus: *slightly similar but he's feeling like a sheered lamb* .....

Hermes: *has a slightly messy version of a buzz cut but there's a really sloppy fade*

Zeus and Hera: *honestly have no idea what happened and look at Ares*

Ares: *has the look of satisfaction on his face*

Apollo: *sits down and slumps over*

Ares: *doesn't even have to turn his head*

Apollo: I hope you choke on those brass balls of yours because I hope you enjoy retaliation.

Ares: Name a place and time and we'll trade hands you pansy.

Apollo: man slut.

Zeus: BOYS!

Apollo: I SEE YOU DO NOT SEE THE ATROCITY YOUR SON HAS COMMITTED!

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14 Anti LO Asks

1. To the one anon: good question - how is it that the mortals dont know who Persephone is / assume she is a minor goddess and therefore its okay to mess with her but the gods (or Olympians / underworld denizens) know exactly everything about her (despite her being there only every so often and only being 20ish) - enough to say shes "wearing her signature white color" during a murder trial.

Also the reason why Persephone is wearing white is because

A). RS wanted persephone to always be "dressed as a bride" (and have Hades dressed as a groom respectively) to show that their matching / is supposed to be a visual cue that their eventually gonna be together.

B). I believe this is RS way of saying that Persephone (despite murdering some mortals) is innocent because in purity culture White = innocence, virginity, youth etc. (Even though RS explicity ssid she wanted to go against purity culture morals shes very much leaning into them).

2. why are Psyche’s eyes yellow even in her human form? Is she sick??

3. honestly? LO is just gossisp girl at this point, espect even GG (at least in the first season) bothered to saturze the rich and was calling out how wealth and power makes them corrupt assholes. meanwhile LO is just GG season 2 and on of being like no no, the poor people are the evil people and the rich people are the oppressed ones! all while also fawning over their wealth and status and being way into grown men wanting to bang barely legal teens and claiming to be "feminist" somehow.

4. Tumblr is well-known for broken tag system. Check the post' tags before complaining that it's op's fault. How about you guys not tag greek mythology when posting about LO? LO is not one-shot or short fancomic. It's also definitely not considered actual greek mythology. LO is years long webcomic with huge fans. LO has its own tag. Tell your fellow fans to stop using the greek mythology tag.

5. I would argue nyx is the only woman with a unique in design in LO but thats only because she looks like a deformed chicken woman. why was my night mom disrespected this much 😭

6. So now that LO is back from break and I can finally read chapter 170 - Why oh Why do ALL the female characters Have to be defined by their male love interests??? (Or really just love interests in general).

I understand LO qualifies as the "romance" genre and there are certain stipulations or I guess themes or what have you that make it romance but for f*cks sake.

Psyche being worried about Eros loving the "fake" her I kinda get, but really? Thats your most pressing concern?? Hera is defined by her garbage marriage to Zeus - King of the gods (of which is why she is Queen of the gods). Hestia + Athena are now defined solely by their relationship to each other (not the TGOEM or their respective traits of being a goddess of the hearth + goddess of war, strategy etc etc).

Aphrodite is defined by giving Persephone "relationship" advice (e.g: telling her to curb stomp Minthe because "nymphs dont take things from gods" - doubly implying that people are things to own) And by her jealousy of Persephone in the first place because Hades made a comment about how he thought Persephone was prettier than her. And also because of her "house of debauchery" (Artemis' words) - and relationship with Ares.

Persephone is defined both by Apollo raping her and by her fated future status as Queen of the underworld (so her relationship with Hades). Hell, even the minor characters such as nymphs are defined by this relationship status / standard. Minthe is defined by her mean spirited personality yes, but Also because of her abusive relationship with Hades prior to the introduction of Persephone. Psyche is defined by her relationship woes with Eros. Daphne is defined by her relationship with Thanatos (and because shes a flower nymph) but also mostly because she looks like Persephone.

Rhea is defined by her marriage / relationship to Kronos (lets ignore the whole "fertility goddess power" plot for a second). Even Aetna is defined by Haphestus creating her! Is there not a single character (especially female) is isnt defined by their romantic love interest???Sorry. Maybe I'm overthinking this, but thats definitely how ot comes off as of late, in regard to the latest chapters.

Okay, same anon as earlier - I take it back somewhat - we have Artemis and Hecate that are not defined by their romantic relationships - but rather their lack of one.

However the way they are shown - it still comes off as a standard - "Artemis is stingy / a stick in the mud" because shes not romantically involved and is "barbaric" (according to Hera). And Hecate is still somewhat defined by her being Hades' employee (and cheerleader for him and Persephone to be together).

So technically yes, we have at least 2 characters that are not defined by their romantic interests / relationships, but they are still held to the standard of their "un-ladylike / undesirable" because their not romantically involved.

(I guess I should count Demeter, but only because shes more defined by just being "Persephone's overbearing mom" )

7. i think whats also kinda weird about this trial is like?? persephone is obvs framed as not liking the attention (bc duh) but she didnt like the previous press either, she wanted to be private, but wouldnt being with hades force her to be in the spotlight that makes her uncomfortable? also the citizens of the underworld already dislike hades, why would they want a uncontrollable felon as their queen, even if she found innocent? idk the whole thing just makes the endgame less plausible, tbh.

8. love that rachel was able to find a random deity name to name her random nymph the greek word for "beans" meanwhile apparently cant google actual greek names for even one off characters? like andrew, ellen, george, alexis, damian, luke, phoebe, sophia, and so any other english names are also greek, but she cant even bother with that? what exactly is her "research" if she cant even bother to spend 30 seconds googling greek names? at this point LO seems determined to be as un-Greek as possible.

9. wait so everyone in LO went from having no idea who persephone was, to her only showing up on ONE magazine cover, to now being the most well known person with a signature color? all in the span of two weeks with no genuine public outings? how does that make sense? also white isnt even her signature color if 90%+ the female cast and even a lot of the men ((including ZEUS) all wear it too.

10. the fact the courthouse WASNT the areopagus, aka the place in greece where they say the first ever trial ever happened and where the court system was invented, is just another point of rachel talking out her ass about being "respectful" or "researched" on greece and their mythology. its literally one of the most famous mythology spots ever with some fantastic stories to it and she's just like "nah! boring rectangle will do!" like why even both with mythology then if its this devoid of it?

11. Anons are saying Hades in the FS chapter is leaning down and talking to Persy like a child. Say it aint true.

(I wanna see. I thought RS was finally giving Persy adult proportions). 😨

12. So wait, hold up. I kinda get where RS is coming from with the law school in the underworld (because Hades is supposed to be a kinda Judge, jury, executioner situation in the afterlife when it comes to mortals and their "punishments" and whatnot). However, is RS stating that the ONLY law school / courthouse exists in the underworld? If so, why? Why wouldn't Athena be there then. She's a goddess of strategy and justice (among other things).

Also is RS really implying that Hades owns not only the banks and underworld but the law too? She really wants Hades to be a Gary Sue along side her Mary Sue - Hades controls everything that matters and since its his realm and blah blah blah rules, Zeus, king of the gods cant do anything about it.

(Which is dumb. Because you would think that because Persephone committed the crime in the mortal realm / on, or near Olympus that therefore she would be brought back there to dole out justice under Zeus jurisdiction because she committed the crime in His Realm).

13. FP Spoiler ahead:

Why on earth couldn't the reporters have Greek names? There is so much wrong and bad with this story, yet this irks me so much. It is Brenda all over again.

14. i dont really get the point of the trial plotline, tbh. even persephone says she should be punished and held accountable, but hades is framed in the right for trying to go against that and weasel her out of it. so?? plus zeus has legit reason to punish them? persephone is a danger to others, demeter and hermes both committed treason to cover it up, and hades was harboring a fugitive of the law and is now trying to force the system to let her go. how is zeus in the wrong for this?

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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