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Gotham characters as Greek Gods

Bruce Wayne 𝒁𝒆𝒖𝒔

I mean he is going to be Batman, the main character and he is a playboy like Zeus sooo…


Originally posted by gothamsmarvel

James Gordon 𝑨𝒓𝒆𝒔

I don’t know, the God of war just fits him perfectly you know? Jim was in the army and he fighted for Gotham.


Originally posted by lankybrunettepartdeux

Barbara Kean 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒂

She is a ruler, she is the queen of Gotham. So the role of the ruler of all gods fits her well.


Originally posted by blakelivey

Edward Nygma 𝑴𝒐𝒎𝒖𝒔

The darker side of Ed, the Riddler, just fits the description of this God. (God of satire, blame, critism, writing, poetry, mockery)


Originally posted by avenuepotter

Oswald Cobblepot 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒏

Here me out. He survived the time Jim pushed him into the river. He is a ruler, proud and just gives me the vibes yk.


Originally posted by mymycorrhizae

Selina Kyle 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔

A huntress, a survivor. Who would fit better than the goddess of the moon, hunts and the protector of girls.


Originally posted by generator78

Jerome Valeska 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔

He brings death upon the humanity, he is like a curse, like death himself. Also I image Hades being obsessive (because of Persephone), sarcastic and a little insane. Plus both are dominant control freaks.


Originally posted by nymphomanicc

Jeremiah Valeska 𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐

Arrogant, the sun everyone dances around, wise and intelligent. Apollo might be good, a hero even, but in Jeremiahs twisted mind he himself is good and a hero. He feels like the God of sun and the light. (I took Apollo from “Lore Olympus” because they are identical to me)


Originally posted by connerluthorkent

If you want more characters let me know in the comments. Which characters do you want if I made a part 2?

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Harry - Zues

Ron - Hermes

Hermione - Athena

The weasley twins - Dionysus

Draco - Hades

Luna - Aphrodite

Dean - Demeter

Ginny - Ares

Neville - Apollo

Seamus - Hephaestus (hear me out things go boom)

Cedric - Helios

Oliver - Artemis

Pansy - Chaos

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Prayer to the Gods

To Hermes, who protects me during my travels and guides me during work,

I ask that you give me that sense of humor and playful mischief to better connect with others

Thank you for giving me the confidence to drive and patience to deal with difficult customers and coworkers

To Hades, who gives me balance and unconditional love,

Help me to work through this difficult and contradictory feelings without closing off my heart

Thank you for being a steady support, no matter how much I struggle with giving you the love and devotion you deserve

To Zeus, who watches over my house and my family,

Please keep him safe in this land that he chose as his new home

Thank you for every rumble of thunder and reminder that you are always here

To Thanatos, who holds my heart in a way that no other has,

I ask only that you continue to love me and bless me with your presence

I thank you for every smile, every flutter of my heart, and every chilly breeze that sneaks through my thick blanket and reminds me of how much I love you

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Artemis: I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.
Aphrodite: It's not a joke.
Aphrodite: *sniffles*
Aphrodite: I'm a legit snack.
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✨Random Deity Time✨

Let’s talk about:


Well known son of Iapetus, brother of Epimetheus, Prometheus is the Titan of:

  • Forethought
  • And Crafty Counsel

Now, right into more facts!

  • Prometheus and his brother are well known for being tasked with filling the world with animals and mankind. Molding both out of clay. However, what he’s more renown for is what he did after Epimetheus used up all of the supplies they were given for the task on animals and left mankind helpless.
  • First, he tricked the Gods out of the best portion of their sacrifical feast. He sacrificed two bulls to the Gods, placing the bulls entrails on the altar, the meat from both in one heap, and the bones and hooves into another. He then covered both heaps with the bulls hides, and told Zeus (Jupiter) to pick whichever pile he desired. Believing both to be bulls without a difference, Zeus picked the one with the bones, and that was what was sacrificed to him. While Prometheus gifted the meat to mankind. This is said to be one of the explanations for portions of meals being sacrificed to the Gods.
  • When Zeus found out how he had been tricked, in anger he stole the very fire mankind used for sacrifices and kept it from them. Leaving uncooked meat useless to men, and leaving them helpless yet again. So, Prometheus did what he’s possibly most renown for. He joyfully stole the fire back in a fennel stalk, like a torch while the Gods were away. So joyfully that he seemed to fly not run. And this is said to be a origin for both why those with good news act quickly to distribute it, and why in games runners shake torches like the Titan.
  • But of course, this did not come without consequences. As punishment, Zeus not only released Pandora and all sorts of so called evil spirits onto mankind, he also has Prometheus apprehended. Further punished by being tied to a stake while an eagle ate his liver - or in some myths, his heart - over and over again. It regenerating each time, until Heracles stepped in and released him from the torture.
  • Meanwhile! He’s married to the Oceanid Pronoea, also known as Hesione. Together with her, he fathered Deucalion. He is also the father of Aidos (Pudor), the Goddess of modesty, shame, reverence and respect.
  • Almost all myths list him and his brother as children of Iapetus & Clymene, or Asia. However, interestingly in his telling of Prometheus’ perspective of his story and helping the Olympians against the Titans, Aeschylus states him as a son of Themis or Gaia (Terra). Often my mother Themis, or Gaia, had foretold to me the way in which the future was fated to come to pass. That it was not by brute strength nor through violence, but by guile that those who should gain the upper hand were destined to prevail. And though I argued all this to them, they did not pay any attention to my words. With all that before me, it seemed best that, joining with my mother, I should place myself, a welcome volunteer, on the side of Zeus; and it is by reason of my counsel that the cavernous gloom of Tartaros now hides ancient Kronos and his allies within it. Thus, I helped the tyrant of the Gods and with this foul payment he has responded (the eagle thing)
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Eros and Psyche


Psyche revived by Cupid’s Kiss, marble sculpture by Antonio Canova, 1787

Musee du Louvre. Paris, France

📷: Peter Barritt / Alamy Stock Photo

The myth of Eros and Psyche is probably one of the best love stories in classical mythology.

Eros, son of Aphrodite, was the personification of intense love desire.

He was depicted throwing arrows to people in order to hit their heart and make them fall in love.

Psyche, a beautiful maiden, personifies the human soul.

In fact, she is the symbol of the soul purified by passions and misfortunes, and who is prepared to enjoy eternal happiness.

In the love story of Eros (Cupid in Latin) and Psyche (meaning “soul” in Greek), we can see the perseverance of a man even when he is possessed by passion, and the effort of a woman to overcome many obstacles in order to achieve the happiness of love.

The legendary beauty of Psyche

Once upon a time, there was a king who had three wonderful daughters.

The youngest, Psyche, was much more beautiful than her two sisters and looked like a goddess among mere mortals.

The fame of its beauty had been spread throughout the whole kingdom.

Men kept coming to her palace to admire and worship her.

When people would see her, they used to say that not even Aphrodite herself could compete Psyche.

The more people were getting to know Psyche, the less would remember the goddess of love and beauty.

The temples of Aphrodite were abandoned, her altars covered with cold ashes and the sculptors would no more make statues for her.

All the honors reserved to her were then attributed to a simple, mortal girl.

The goddess could not accept such a situation and required help from his son, Eros.

She told him in distress:

Use your power and make this little shameless girl to fall in love with the vilest and the most despicable creature who has ever walked on Earth.

Eros agreed to do so but the moment he saw her, he himself felt his heart pierced by one of his own arrows.

He couldn’t make that charming maiden fall in love with a horrible creature but also decided not to tell his mother.

The horrible prophesy

Psyche, however, was feeling bad because not only she could not fall in love with someone, but even more surprising, nobody seemed to really fall in love with her.

Men were happy just to admire her then they passed by and married another girl.

Her two sisters, though definitely less seductive, had held two lavish weddings, each with a king.

Psyche was the most beautiful girl on Earth, but she was sad and lonely. She’s always admired but never really loved.

It seemed that no man would want her as his wife, and this caused great anxiety and distress to her parents.

That is when her father went to visit the Oracle of Delphi to ask Apollo for an advice on what to do to find a husband for Psyche.

The prophecy of the god was terrible.

Apollo decreed that Psyche, dressed in black dress, should be brought to the summit of a mountain and stay there alone.

The husband that was assigned to her, a winged serpent, terrible and more powerful than the gods themselves, would come up and take her for his wife.

No one can imagine the despair of the family and friends of Psyche.

She was prepared for the hill as if she was to face her death, and with more cries than if they were to drive her to the tomb, they led the young lady to the hill.

Desperately, they all departed, leaving Psyche to her fate, radiant and helpless.

They locked themselves in the palace to mourn her for the rest of their days.

The beginning of a fairy tale

On the hill and in the dark, Psyche remained seated and waited.

While she was shaking and crying in the quiet night, a slight breeze reached her.

It was the fresh wind of Zephyr, the mildest of the winds.

She felt that she was being raised.

She was being taken into the air, over the rocky hill, to a soft meadow full of flowers.

He did his best to make her forget her pain and put her to sleep.

She then woke up by the sound of clear stream. When she opened her eyes, she faced an imposing and magnificent castle.

It seemed destined to a god, with gold columns, silver walls and floors of inlaid precious stones. Absolute silence ruled.

It seemed uninhabited and Psyche approached cautiously to admire its splendors.

She remained suspicious at the threshold, where she heard a noise but could not see anyone.

However, she could clearly hear the words:

The house is for you. Come in and do not be afraid. Take a bath and we will immediately honor you with a great dinner.

Never had she taken such a refreshing bath nor tasted such delicious dishes.

While eating, she heard a soft music around her, like a harp accompanying a numerous choir.

She heard it but she could not see it. The whole day she was alone, only accompanied by the voices.

But somehow she knew her husband would come at night. And so it was.

When she felt he was close to her and heard his voice whispering sweetly in her ear, her fears disappeared.

Without even seeing him, she was certain that he was not a monster but the loving husband she had always been wishing for.

The doubt in her heart

The following days passed in full joy and Psyche could not remember any happier time of her life.

However, day after day, she was feeling sadness that she could not see her husband.

Moreover, she was left alone all day and boredom filled her heart. Suddenly, she started missing her family.

They must have been mourning for her, but she was alive and happy.

This was not fair and she didn’t want her family to suffer.

That night, she asked her mysterious husband to grant her a favor.

She wanted her two sisters to come up at the palace and make sure that she was fine. That would be a comfort for her old parents.

At first, her husband refused but when Psyche turned out so sad, he told her:

OK, I will allow your sisters to come up here, but I am warning you. Do not let them influence you. If they do, you will destroy our relationship and suffer a lot.

The next day, her two sisters, carried by the wind, they came up to Psyche.

They were all happy to see each other and cried in happiness. However, when they entered the palace, the two older sisters were amazed by all those magnificent treasures.

During dinner, they heard a wonderful music and drank the most delicious of wines.

Envy was flourishing in their heart and an irresistible curiosity to know the owner of such magnificence, the husband of Psyche.

They kept asking the poor girl questions on her husband, his look and his occupation.

Psyche just said that he was a young hunter. But they didn’t believe her, of course.

“Could a simple hunter be so rich? He must be a prince or even a god,” they thought.

The two sisters knew that compared to Psyche, their own wealth and happiness were nothing at all.

In total jealousy, they made a plan to hurt their sister.

When they were saying goodbye, they two evil women told Psyche that her husband must be the awful snake that the Oracle of Delphi had told her husband.

“That is why he doesn’t allow you to see him because he knows that if you see him, you will disgust in his sight and leave him forever. Oh, poor Psyche, how can you sleep with such a horrible creature?”

The betrayal

From that day on, Psyche could think of nothing else but these words.

Her sisters must be right. Why doesn’t he come to me in the day? Why doesn’t he allow me to see him? What is his secret? Why hasn’t he ever told me about his life?

These thoughts were puzzling Psyche for many days long.

He must be hiding something horrible and that is why he does not want to be seen in the daylight.

“I must find out. Tonight, when he falls to deep sleep, I will light a candle to see him.

If he is a snake, I will kill him. Otherwise, I will turn the candle off and go happily to sleep.”

She had taken her decision, forgetting all about her husband’s warning.

Indeed, that night, when her husband fell asleep peacefully, she took courage and lit the candle.

Walking on her toes, she approached the bed and she felt a deep relief.

The light did not show a monster but the most beautiful of men.

Ashamed by her madness and her little confidence, Psyche fell down on her knees and thanked the gods for this happiness.

But while he was leaning on him, a drop of oil fell from the candle on the back of that handsome, young man.

He woke up in pain and saw the light. He looked her at the eyes. Facing Psyche’s distrust, he left their bedroom without uttering a single word.

Psyche immediately ran after her husband. It was dark and she could not see him, but could hear his heartbroken voice:

Love can not live without trust.

Those were his last words before flying to the dark sky.

“The god of love,” she thought.

He was my husband and I did not trust him. She cried and cried for days and then she decided to do anything to gain her back.

She would look everywhere for him and she would prove her love.

Three dangerous tasks to prove her love

Without knowing what else to do, she went to the temple of Aphrodite and prayed to the goddess.

She asked Aphrodite to speak to her son and persuade him to get Psyche back.

Aphrodite had not, of course, overcome her jealousy for Psyche and still wanted her revenge.

She told the young girl that she needed to be completely sure that Psyche was the appropriate wife for her son.

Therefore, Psyche should accomplish three tasks to prove her skills. If she failed in even one of these tasks, Eros would be lost for ever.

Psyche agreed and Aphrodite led her on a hill. There, the goddess showed her a dune of different small seeds of wheat, poppies, millets and many others.

“I want you to separate these seeds by this afternoon. If you do not, I will never let you see Eros again,” said Aphrodite and left.

How could see do that? How could see separate all these tiny seeds? This was a cruel task that filled her eyes with tears.

That moment, a group of ants were passing by and saw her in despair.

“Come, feel mercy for this poor girl and let us help her,” they said to each other.

They all responded to this appeal and worked hard, separating the seeds, something in which they were experts.

From the big original dune, they formed several smaller dunes, each with one king of seed.

These smaller dunes saw Aphrodite and became angry.

“You have not finished your work,” she said and ordered Psyche to sleep on the ground, without giving her any food.

While she leaned on her soft bed, she thought that if she could compel Psyche to hard work for a long time, her beauty would not resist.

Meanwhile, Aphrodite would not let her son to leave his room, where he was all that time mourning for Psyche’s betrayal.

Next morning, Aphrodite came up with a new job from Psyche, a dangerous task.

“Can you see those black waters descending from the hill? That is River Estige, awful and abhorrent. Fill this bottle with its water,” the goddess said.

On reaching the waterfall, Psyche realized that the surrounding rocks were slippery and steep.

The waters rushed through such abrupt rocks that only a winged creature could approach.

And indeed, an eagle helped her. It was flying with its huge wings above the river when it saw Psyche and fell sympathy for her.

It seized the bottle from her hands with its beak, filled it with some black water and gave it back to Psyche.

Aphrodite accepted her with a cold smile.

“Someone helped you,” she said sharply, otherwise you would not have been able to perform this task by your own. I’m going to give you another chance to prove that you are as determined as you claim to be.“

She gave a box to Psyche. She had to take it to the Underworld and ask Persephone, Queen of the Dead, to drain a little of her beauty into the box.

Obedient as usual, Psyche took the path leading to Hades.

When she entered the gates and took the boat to the other bank, where the dead people used to leave, she gave much money to Charonte, the boatman, to help her find her way in the dark to the palace of Persephone.

Indeed, the boatman helped her and after a while, she was right in front of Persephone.

When she asked her to drop a drain of her beauty in the box, Persephone was glad to serve Aphrodite.

Psyche took the box and returned cheerful to the Earth.

When she gave Aphrodite the box, the goddess got extremely angry.

She yelled at the poor girl that she would never let her go, and she would always be her servant.

All is well that ends well

At this crucial moment, the gods, who were watching this wrongdoing all this time, decided to take up action.

They sent Hermes, the messenger God, to narrate to Eros all the misfortunes that his wife was going through.

Eros was touched and this healed the wound of betrayal.

He left his room and found Psyche exhausted in his mother’s garden.

From that moment on, Eros and Psyche lived happily together in their lovely palace, which was always full of roses and other flowers.

Psyche persuaded Eros to forgive his mother for what she had made her suffer.

As a wedding gift, Zeus made Psyche immortal and allowed her to taste ambrosia, the drink of the Gods.

Even Aphrodite was happy because now that Psyche was living in the sky with her husband, men on earth had forgotten all about her and were again worshiping the true goddess of beauty.


Statue of Psyche and Eros, copy of Antonio Canova.

Villa Carlotta, Tremezzo (Lake Como, Northern Italy)

📷: Peter Barritt / Alamy Stock Photo


Psyche seated at a table and attended by invisible servants. Eros beside the goddess.

From ‘The Fable of Cupid and Psyche.” (1530-60)

📷: Heritage Image Partnership Ltd / Alamy Stock Photo

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