Greek mythology retellings that I like:
We updated this myth for a modern setting while keeping most of the story and major elements of the mythology intact
We made a story loosely based on or inspired by an old Greek myth, and we’re upfront about that
Greek mythology retellings that I don’t mind:
This is an adaptation for laypeople who have little familiarity with the subject matter, so we simplified some things out of necessity
This is an adaptation for children, so we kept it age-appropriate and handled the sexual/gory material in a non-explicit way
This is a ten-minute YouTube video that can’t possibly explain every tiny detail about this extremely complex topic, so we’re gonna stick to the basics
Greek mythology retellings that I loathe with every fiber of my being:
This is the Secret True Version of the original myth that historians have been hiding out of malice, and if anyone tells you otherwise they’re a liar who’s shilling for Big Archeology
The original myth was Wrong and Problematic and you’re Bad if you enjoyed learning about it, but don’t worry, I rewrote it to make it Good
I hate history, I hate reading, I hate the classics, and I especially hate ancient Greece. I did zero research whatsoever for this project and I have no respect for the source material or the field in general, and I’m very proud of that
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thinking about how in the MythAU Basil as the God of Life is so giving and kind. Life for the mortals he serves is full of childlike wonder, and blessings all around. Basil makes it so that it is pure joy to be alive, even when it’s hard. He visits the temples dedicated to him just to give hope to everyone, because above all else he loves humans.
then Dorian appears and does what he does and suddenly Basil can no longer make life joyful. He cannot find any comfort in the very thing he represents. The scars on his neck hurt whenever he thinks of the beautiful days before Dorian. And he can’t help but feel resentful.
He blessed these humans, he made their lives as easy as they could be, and humanity’s finest stabbed him in the neck, all because he couldn’t be content with the one life he had. Because he feared what Basil’s gift would become in the coming years.
So, fine then, Basil decides. The humans fear what they have no right to control? He will give them something to fear. He will give them the constant terror he feels upon visiting his temples—wondering if one of his priestesses or shamans will take a blade to him as well. He will give them the terror he felt lying in that damn bed watching everyone he loves panic because of the actions of one ungrateful mortal. Life isn’t fair, not even for Gods.
Henry’s foolish experiment resulted in worse than a corrupted mortal. It made a corrupted God.
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pomegranates pt.7
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Damian’s head reels at the information that he’s collected from Wilson, Todd and Richard. When combined with what his research had yielded, he’s almost in disbelief of everything.
Of gods and tragic fates.
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Μεσονυξ is only one of Wilson’s names. Rarely in use as the mercenary – no, the god – preferred his other name much more. Pyroeis. “Don’t get too starstruck over it, little bird,” he’d teased.
Todd had cooed over how flattered she was.
It is all Richard’s fault for revealing Damian’s fascination in Μεσονυξ. In both the god itself from the stories told by the League and the figure that had made her debut recently.
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Then there’s Todd and Richard. The immortal and the mortal pair of siblings.
Todd herself confirms that she is not named for the sorceress, she is the sorceress. Privately, Damian suspects that she must be the mortal princess in the legend then. There is no other that could fit into it. Not with how they talked of cycles and past lives.
And how does his Baba tie in to all this? He’s her brother. “Always has been,” he says with a laugh. “But I’m older this time.”
“And I’m taller,” shoots back Medea.
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So perhaps Medea and Abystrus are more fitting.
But Abystrus doesn’t have the best of endings in mythology. Nor do Medea’s children. As if guessing where his thoughts had gone, the siblings are quick to nip that in the bud.
“I know what you’re thinking, but no, she never killed me,” says Dick.
“The stories that have survived aren’t the most accurate,” she offers.
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He thinks back to the times that he’s hung out with Todd. “Is this why you have a distaste for Euripides?”
She laughs. “Yes. And while I don’t like his depiction of me, I’m fond of how modern society views my story nowadays.”
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They answer his questions to the best of their abilities and Damian finds himself surprised by the three. People weaker than them had undergone less trials and been broken beyond repair.
Yet here they were. Not the epitome of a healthy or a sane person – one was never such in this profession – but as close as one could get to it.
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“Will you tell me more of your adventures?” he asks Richard one day.
Baba smiles and obliges.
Sometimes Medea will join them, pointing out details that Richard has missed. And by the gods, she is a born storyteller. She weaves scenes out of mere words, making him feel like he’s part of the story.
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Pages and pages of his sketchbook are now filled with scenes from their past lives. Such as the Egyptian palace that they’d spent their early childhood in as Alexander Helios and Cleopatra Selene. Or of Colchis – there’s one of a dragon guarding a fleece.
And when some of them make their way into their hands as gifts, Damian pretends not to notice how their eyes had teared up over a portrait of their mother, Idiya – the oceanid that had raised them.
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He returns home one day to find pomegranates all over the counter. A quick count tells him there’s a dozen.
They’d been a common sight lately, as Medea had a fondness for them. As had Richard, but they weren’t in season right now in Bludhaven. Though he supposed, when you could travel with a snap of your fingers, anything was possible.
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Wilson is in the midst of cutting one, and he offers a wedge to Medea. “Are you that worried about me?” she teases, taking it. “That you’ve turned to bribing me with pomegranates?”
“You shine so bright that I’m afraid someone will try to snuff you out.”
“Nobody would dare. Not with you around,” she hums.
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They are disgustingly sweet. Sickening.
And Damian wishes his parents were like that – anything is better than having to listen to the poison dripping in each and every word of their conversations about the other.
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In the short period that both Medea and Wilson reside in Richard’s apartment – for Baba had insisted on it, even if they had their own accommodations in the city – the two immortals are very much in tune with each other.
He has heard the soft words murmured behind closed doors and the way they look at each other when the other isn’t looking. It’s hard to explain, but this is what he thinks the poets write of when they describe love. One that has endured the test of time and continues to grow by the day.
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And when Medea leaves Bludhaven with her wounds healed, she takes the rest, leaving behind the other six pomegranates with Baba.
Damian wonders. Are they safe to eat? It is never bad to err on the side of caution when dealing with the deathless ones.
Richard laughs, already taking one apart. “Of course they are.”
He startles, realizing he’d spoken out loud.
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“Pomegranate?” offers Richard, holding out a wedge for him.
After a moment, he takes it.
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It’s sweet, much sweeter than the ones back home. The surprise must show on his face as Richard gives him a knowing look.
“You know, even though I don’t think I’ll ever like Slade completely, he does have great taste in picking fruit.”
“Richard…I don’t think that should be your basis for liking someone.”
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My OCs
I actually do have two Ignihyde OCs! Except both are based on some poor concept of irony and twisted from Greek mythology instead of Disney movies…
Cervi is based on Cerberus, obviously, however instead of being a dog, Cervi is a jackal beastman. Oh, he’s also scared of dogs. Only the little ones.
Grey is a little bit more of a stretch. He’s twisted from… wait for it… Geryon the three bodied/head/whatever there’s three something giant. Okay, okay, hear me out. Geryon has a dog that is portrayed usually as two headed or three headed and is Cerberus’ brother. Guess what it’s named. Orthrus.
And you’ll never guess what happens in their myth! That’s right. They’re part of one of Heracles’ labors!
ahem. Out of my mini rant about where I think Ortho’s name came from, on with Grey.
Grey’s full name is Grey Kontos, which means short in Greek.
I really am clever at naming things
I honestly only made these two for a plot device in a story me and my gf wrote that involved Deuce having a bunch of Ignihyde blastcycle buddies, in particular one crushing on riddle (Cervi) but I figured I may as well flesh them out a bit. Expect profiles soon.
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