#zeus wife

[0lympian-c0uncil]

Hera: *is covered head to toe in blood*

Zeus:.... *grabs her and turns her towards him.

Zeus: ...I wanna start a family with you.

Hera: What-

#He loves his bloodthirsty wife #zera #hera x zeus #zeus #hera #greek gods #greek mythology #incorrect greek gods #incorrect greek mythology #incorrect greek god quotes #incorrect greek quotes

[ritethewrongs2]

Dc/Dp Uncle Danny Au

So if Clockwork adopts Danny and Clockwork is Kronos, does that mean Danny is Zeus’s baby brother? If so, then Danny would be Wonder Woman’s uncle.

Danny joins the League on some mission and a sleazy villain starts saying things about Diana and before she can punt the villain into the sun, Danny just goes full eldritch,

“D̶͙̈́͒͘o̸̝͙̙͛̋͘͜͝n̵̦̔̐͂’̸̼͊̃͋̆̔͗͂t̷̛͕̪̠̔̇̅̋̇ ̴̹͎͖̯̠͐̋̑͆̋̚ẗ̵̠̟̞̱͉͌͋̃̊́̾͝ͅa̶̡̔͛l̷̜̋́̃ḳ̴̻̰͉̝͖̜̱̈́̒̓́̐̂̏̓͠ ̵͔̿͗́́̈́͂͠a̷̫͙͚̿͒b̶͔̣̳̘̾̾̔̌̈̾ǫ̴̘̮̀̆̀̋̆̓̅́͝ủ̷̝͖͚͇͓̰̱͌̀͂̈́̉̽̏͆͜ţ̸̧̩̯̪̦̣͋͋͗͝ ̶͔́ḿ̷̲̎̌̈͠ÿ̶̨͇͓̲̘̻̰́̑̀͊́͝ ̷̡̘̠̞̖͚̀̐̿͛n̴̲̄i̷̢̨̡͎̪͚͓̟͑̆̕e̸̱̻̲͈̳̥̓̐̃̕̕c̵̡̯̹̹̬͈̲̤̔͒̔̃̿̍̈̕ë̷͙͙̝̻̩̝́̎̈́̏̅̏̔̆͜͝ ̴͓͖̻͎͍̳̝̙̥̀̋͝͝t̸̢̨̖̰̰̟͚̻̀̄̀̏̇̍̕ͅh̸̢̦͈͍͓̱͈͔͕̉͑͋̓̈́͘͘̚a̶̩̗͌̆͌̔̔̊̉́́t̵̡̩̰̗̭̋ ̷̠̱͉̝̰̪̓̆͋͌͆̑̆̚ẇ̸̼͖̟̰̗̻̜͔̿̓̌͘͝ą̸̱͍̪̲̜͋̓̋̓y̸͎͖̦̩̳̓̋̀̔̾̃,̸̹̜̣̮̗̺̖̈́́ͅ ̶̯̼̈̍̇̐̽͛̕y̸̤͉̕o̷̠̼̖͚̯͖͙̔̈́̄̐͜ǔ̸͔̦͌̎̈́͜ ̶̩̝̼̘̳̣̗̤̫͆̑͐̓p̷̰̳̣̒̿̊̈̅̚͝ę̶̡͇̼̭͖͓̜̈͗͜͝r̷͇̳̤͎̝̥͕͍͐̓̅̓̈͠v̷͇̝͎̈́ë̸̖̲̖̲̈́̃̄̄͆r̷̡̠̣̙͠t̴͙̹̿!”

and sends the villain to the shadow realm.

Diana: Did you say niece?

Danny: Kronos adopted me. Oh, Pandora also says hi!

Diana: 

Rest of the League: 

Bruce: *Sadly tears up half filled out adoption papers*

Or maybe Clockwork and Bruce co-parent him and Diana has fun calling Bruce grandpa Idk 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Zalgo text says, “Don’t talk about my niece that way you pervert.”

#dc x dp #dp x dc #family reunions would be so weird #Hades would be mad at first that Phantom stole his job #but they would bond over their dogs and plant wifes if Sam is the ship #Bruce was not prepared for a rumor to get out that he married Kronos #Hestia shows up to welcome Bruce to the family and is now Alfred's best friend #Zeus is not happy #But the other olympians go along with it to piss him off #Hera gets a new therapist in Harley while Demeter gardens with Ivy

[haztory]

sorry for being absent literally always, but i had to get this out of my drafts.

goddess!reader x mortal!bakugou; warnings: blood, mentions of sex, murder, unhappy relationships, unhinged reader and bakugou (tiny bit), not beta’d

(w.c. 2.1k)

Rapacious, your father would call you were he to see you now. Salacious, acting in behavior once thought deterred; The kind that he meant to have stamped out of you in an effort to cultivate you into the pious cog in of his senseless grandeur. His promise of destiny. 

Your father’s lips would be turned in that virtuous frown, eyes narrowed as he sat from his throne in the great pantheon of Gods. Validated by their fealty. The model figure that is woefully negligent as he speaks of the sanctity of commandments that have seen his betrayal one too many times before. Sanctimonious in his rectitude, righteous in his hypocrisy, your father is.

He meant to cage you, raging at your freedom and its significance—angry that you were wild, changing the tides of human wars with the gentlest of smiles and lulling whispers; Rampaging that fellow Gods, his own brothers, were victim to the whims of your games with the mortals; Furious that the power you wielded began to rival that of his own; Murderous that you were too much like him: untamed, greedy, victorious and still, adored. 

You have never known his anger to be long-lasting, especially not in a manner of great meaning when you could falsely promise your way out of it. Batting eyelashes in truce—but, this is beyond punishment for the defiance of a rule. He means to break you. 

A husband. 

One bound to you without your consultation, much less knowledge. Promised in hand and divinity to be half of a whole to this pitiful excuse of God. 

There was hardly an expectation of satisfaction within the marriage on a good day, much less pleasure in the ways that physically mattered; Could such a thing ever truly be expected from a man who only knew how to hammer metal? Up, down, up, down until the glowing steel was forged.

Your husband is a man of great fortitude, who knows and will only know that of the fire he works with. The flames reflected in the dullness of his irises being the only exciting thing about him. He is monotonous within his construction. Routined and boring. 

How could there ever be the expectation of fidelity from you, the Goddess of Love? 

How could you be shackled to the bedside of a man who has never known the strength of the sea from which you are born? How can you love a man who does not know the impact of the tide and draws no desire from its power? How can you be with a man who does not know and adore you as you are? For a millenia, nonetheless! 

You've come to know of this arrangement as a curse; A woeful attempt to tame you from the wild and lustful by forcing you to make acquaintance with the bland and boring. Binding you to the shore, never to make acquaintance with the push and pull of the forceful nature. 

Credit must be paid your way. You had tried. In the depths of shame and sorrow, you tried to do as your brothers and sisters and settle. Gave in and let yourself  believe that love and happiness could be found within routine, eventually. It is your novelty, after all. And yet, it still finds you. This yearning for more, the urge to love and be loved. Your nature still rises from the swaying tide and dares to edge the coast. 

Your father would not approve were he to see you now, watching from your high plane in the heavens to the happenings of the mortal world. Surely, your husband would violently disapprove too, convinced that he has you loyal. 

You shouldn’t fixate; Had promised in low lights and empty words in your husband’s grimy embrace that you have seen the errors of your ways; That you have and will change. For his sake. But he does not know what happens when he is away in his cave of brimstone. 

Your attention is caught. And the object of your fascination is a marvel.

Sculpted from clay himself, you have half a mind to believe that one of your siblings has had a part in his creation. Broad and muscular, sharp and angular in all the places that deem him a man. This mortal has caught your eye since his ascension from boy to man. He is a village soldier. Fiercely protective and eager for a fight, and yet always looking to the heavens. As though there was something there waiting for him, beckoning him closer. You suppose he isn’t wrong, as you peer down to him just as he looks up. 

There have been whispers of his fate amongst the crowds since he was a boy, certainty issued in his great destiny.  No one is more sure of it than he. 

Which may be what finds him in your temple. 

Sanctuaries have never known themselves to be exclusive, but you must admit that it is certainly strange to have a man of his designation pray to the Goddess of Love. Surely he must have found some alignment more towards that of your stoic sister, emboldened by the desire for courage and brawn. And yet he is here, treading the halls in the stillness of night and giving small offerings to each of your priestesses and holding one large offering basket for your statue.

He stands beneath the colonnade, staring pensively at the intricate designs of your image on marble. He speaks only when the room has been cleared, the priestesses giving him the space to pray in solace.

“I hear you.” His timbre is gruff yet smooth. Commanding as it echoes. “You are calling to me.”

You remain still, almost taken aback at his forwardness. The waves of temptation creep at your feet. 

“I intend to find you, whether you show yourself or not.” He speaks again. He looks up, and although you know it improbable, you swear eyes of vermillion have pinpointed your location in the sky. And so, it comes crashing.

It has been so long since you have last appeared before a mortal, and appearing before him transcends all relatability. To see the fixation, your desire, and to have him see you. If he is surprised by your arrival, he doesn’t show it. Eyes strong in their stoic gaze, lips almost curled in a sneer. One would think you were his enemy, but you know such a charge to be false. It’s a charge of electricity, the cooling nighttime air suddenly warming at the meeting of your gaze. 

He is no enemy to you, and you are certainly no stranger to him.

“No one has ever commanded me so directly. How did you know?” You ask. of genuine curiosity.

“I dream of you.” He says the answer so plainly, as though it were a common occurrence. You can’t help but raise a brow. 

“Oh?” 

“I have for years. It was only a matter of time before you showed yourself.”

The chains forged by your husband suddenly feel the lightest that they have ever felt. Metal rattling against each other, pushing and pulling as something brews within you. You wonder what this mortal thinks of you. If he finds you as beautiful as you find him; If the power within him is as strong as you think it is. 

If he is strong enough to cut through steel.

“And what did you dream of?” You ask, taking a step forward. Feeling elation fill you like the swirling breeze as his eyes quickly watch you step forward.

“Tch. Like you don’t know.” His jaw flexes and with it comes the bloom of a subtle blush on his cheeks. “Didn’t you plant the damn things?” 

No, you didn’t. You could certainly look to see what it is he dreamed of, but this is more fun. Finally, finally, you feel the remnants of yourself pulse alive. 

“Have you come to give me a greater purpose?” He asks quickly, in diversion. You let him, too satisfied with the newfound freedom to care much about his attempt at modesty. 

You step closer to him, watching as his eyes cascade down the sheer chiton adorning your body. “Is that what I did in your dreams? Fill you with purpose?”

You find yourself almost chest to chest with him, his eyes never leaving yours, “Or did you fill me?”

You laugh when his eyes widen, turning to take a chocolate from the offering basket held still in his hands and plopping it into your mouth. Marveling at its taste, deciding that it must be homemade.  “Is that what you are in search for? A greater purpose? How about a culinary artist? Your skills are impeccable.”

He doesn’t laugh. “I am destined for more.” 

He knows he is. You know he is. Have not eyed him for so long to have not known. He stands firm before you, a soldier waiting for instruction. In any other instance you would rebuke such a stand, revolt at the rigid and serious, and yet with him—

Well, in devotion to you, who can fault you for testing its limits? Especially when there is something that has sat within you, waiting for the opportune moment. 

You meet his gaze, deciding to no longer tease. “How much more?”

“Anything you will give me.” He quickly responds. 

“And this destiny you seek, do you do it for pride or service?”

“I am your loyal follower and patron, Goddess Divine. What I do is for you.”

“A man like you, patron to me. How lucky am I?” You smile, but it is quickly assumed by the sneaking tendrils of your dark desire. Your voice stills, “The task I have for you is very arduous. Unyielding, difficult, and not aimed for the weak. Destiny setting, to be sure.”

The man seems to preen at those words, a smile finally finding its way to his face. It curls, dangerously, hungrily. “Name it.”

“Once it is spoken, it cannot be undone.” You warn.

“The task is mine alone.” He insists.

You find yourself before him again, and he leans in to listen closely. You can sense the fight in him, smell his musk. The promised freedom teeters on the edge of your words. 

“...kill Hephaestus. Free me from the shackles of my constricting punishment.”

He doesn’t blink, doesn’t balk, doesn’t shy away from the treasonous words. He does as you have seen him do and stands firm, almost vibrates with his desire to act. 

You can almost feel the brush of the sea on your skin again. 

“And my reward?” He asks, confidently.

“Is my eternal patronage and favor not enough?” You laugh, eased in his presence rather than tight at the admittance of your evil. Circling around him, you drag your finger across the broadness of his bare and unmarred shoulders. You wonder if the purity of his skin is a reflection of his valiance. Wonder if your desires are steered correctly, that he is the one to have the strength to carry him to victory. 

He glances to you over his shoulder, “Surely, the Goddess has more in plan for the man set to kill her husband than bragging rights?”

Curiosity clouded with the tendrils of lust at the man who holds your fate in his hands, you place your chin on his shoulder, meeting his vermillion gaze as your nose scarcely brushes the smooth expanse of his sculptured chin. Intimacy with a man who isn’t your husband, intimacy that is natural and wanted rather than forced.

“Cheeky.” You murmur, and his grin widens. A veil of clouded air blurs his vision before you reappear in front of him, your weight placed onto him as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Bring me the head of my oppressor,” You begin, said so airily it could be mistaken as a light conversation rather than a plot for murder, “And I will make you a God in his place. Meant to enact your own destiny, made to rule beside me.”

You lean your forehead closer, meeting him as your noses brush in meeting. Tracing one another, you whisper, “Can you do it?”

Without hesitation, he breathes into you. “I am yours, Goddess Divine.”

“And your name, O Great Warrior?”

“Bakugou.” A storm brews mightily in his irises and you can taste the salt of the spray, feel the ocean beckoning you home. 

Your release from the cage is so close to the touch, the hilt of the sword dealing the victory blow to your freedom held by him. 

You smile, wide, and true, and lustful for blood. “A fitting name for a God.” 

It comes as no great surprise when the mortal appears at your temple a few weeks later. He is limping through marbled halls and dripping with blood, the key to your cage held in his hands. Your husband's severed head held by his bloodied and mangled fingers, a wicked smile on his face as he beckons you down from the heavens. You find yourself once again, marveling.

And finally, in love.

#im in love with two people being crazy together #love a woman who leads and her man who's her sword #also worth noting when you bring bakugou up to the heavens and declare him god AND husband your father zeus has an aneurysm #you fuck on the throne #let it also be known that katsuki is literally devoted to you bc his PARENTS were devoted to you #his father prayed to you for prosperity as he was trying to swoon a girl he liked #you listened and granted masaru a beautiful wife named mitsuki and now he is eternally devoted #and so is katsuki #yeah he could be patron to athena but his dad likes you so he will too and BOY was daddy right #the end #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha #katsuki x reader #am i back? not really #irda drabbles

[adastra121]

So…how likely would Leander do that thing Zeus did, and trap you in his consciousness forever because he won’t let you go?

#for context… #zeus tricked his wife metis into turning into a fly and swallowed her so she’s trapped in his head forever #and I don’t know if it’s the most messed up thing the king of gods did but it’s gotta be at least one of them #closed off from the world forever only existing as a pretty voice to lend counsel and advice to your lover from time to time #he marries hera after that too #…oh shit this gives off Seaspring vibes actually #the whole…trapped in your lover’s subconsciousness part #touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved leander #greek mythology #ramblings #leander x mc #mc x leander #leander x reader #reader x leander

[justyourlocalbat]

Persephone: *yawns*  Hades: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.  Persephone: Then you must be exhuasted.  Zeus: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

#Hades: well funny how far not cheating on your wife can take you #greek gods #greek myth memes #greek mythology #greek pantheon #hades #incorrect quotes #zeus #greek myths #not so incorrect quotes #persephone

[satoshy12]

Danny Prince??

Danny was wrestling with the Hydra in the Ghost Zone as he landed near the Amazons. They land near the Amazons, who let him stay out of 1 he is dead 2 he is a child he did not break the rules. He stays there for a time and helped against a Invasion of Hercules with Demons ( he took them away as Hades was on Vacation with Persephone. Never trust a child of Zeus).

After all was done and Hades was finally back and took all souls/demons with him back to their Prison. Hercules was too put into the prison as lesson by Olympus.

As Gift he had gotten from Princess Diana a part of her Lasso that activates when he is danger, a way to help him against the Demons which now was part of his Core. Once back in the Zone Danny had not learned that it was around 2000 years in the past. He learned that the lasso truly worked as human and as ghost when he was in danger. True most suddenly thought he was a Meta but who cares. All was okay till a video came out about it and Diana saw it.

She was sure her little friend was finally reborn and it was her turn to take care of him. After all a part of her was still with him after he was reborn that gives her in a way a claim.

"No Bruce, just because of blue eyes and black hair you can't take him in!"

#DC #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc comics #dp #dcau #diana prince #amazons #hades #persephone #Hercules #Ghost #Time travel #Lasso of Truth #Think of Enkidu chains for the Lasso on Danny #Batman no you can't adopt this one #When danny is suprised they shoot out from him and wrap around that person #Never trust a child of Zeus #Hades wisdom #Only when she is your Wife #Wonder woman

[words-on-pa-per]

Odysseus has the rep of being such a good guy, but he wasn’t the best. I mean, most of the hero’s weren’t. It’s questionable who actually did the deed, but some versions say that Odysseus threw Hector’s son off of a wall as a victory thing. And then he cheated on his wife with our favorite pharmakis, Lady Circe. By the way, read Circe by Madeline Miller. So, Greek heroes were morally gray, if not just asshats. But, I bet everyone here loves a morally gray character. I mean, I like Odysseus because most of the things he did had dubious reasons.

If we’re taking about him cheating with Circe, Madeleine Miller put it beautifully. Btw I don’t agree with cheating in real life, I just think it was written well.

“When you are in Egypt you worship Isis, when in Anatolia, you kill a lamb for Cybele. It does not trespass on your Athena still at home.”

…I mean. This is sort of incredible.

UPDATED INFO: https://www.tumblr.com/words-on-pa-per/745860640526254080/oh-thank-you-so-much-for-clearing-that-up-im

#odysseus #circe #the odyssey #greek mythology #our main man Odysseus #we know this dude loved his wife #but was he faithful??? #meh #at least it wasn’t as often as Zeus or some shit #maybe Telemachus was right to kill him

[sarafangirlart]

Io, Europa, Danae, Leda, Alcmene and Antiope are my baby girls but idgaf about Semele she was dumb as hell.

#asking a married man to fuck you like he fucks his wife #she had it coming idc #Hera was being lenient #Semele #greek mythology #ancient greek mythology #greek pantheon #hera #greek goddess #hera goddess #hera deity #hera greek mythology #zeus #hera x zeus #semele greek mythology #io #danae #Leda #swan upon leda #leda greek mythology #leda and the swan #alcmene #alcmena #antiope

[athamad]

People when they realize almost every character (mortals AND gods) in Greek mythology is a morally gray character except for a few exceptions

#greek mythology #ancient greek mythology #greek myths #greek myth #why is this so hard to understand for some of y'all to understand? #you have to take into the the account that it was ANCIENT GREECE #so it was very VERY different #I saw a video like anvient greek men would make terribly boyfriend 🤢🤮 #DUDE OF COURSE THEY WOULD COMPARED TO OUR MODERN WORLD #AND GODS (oh my god this is where it gets bad) #Theyre GODS guys #Mortal morality isnt equal to their Moralitly #especially modern world morality #Like CMON #Hades is the best god because he was not problematic!!! #he kidnapped his wife #yeah but it was normal!!! #okay then do you think Zeus is justifiable when he kidnapped Europa? #no!!! #WHY NOT #Becuase Zeus raped her!!!!! #didnt Hades also rape Persephone? #NOOOO They love each other 😘😘😘 #🤦 #just stop #its embarrassing #im embarrassed #youre embarrassing #SO STOP IT #tw rape

[softquietsteadylove]

“Today, every day, and on Valentine's Day, I will visit my wife of 56 years. We are separated by her dementia. I will tell her what's been going on outside, as I spoon-feed her in her care-home hospital bed. She says, "Thank you," when I tell her I love her. We both know she would say more, if only she could. We have had a great life together, ever since the second grade. She is slowly leaving, I know that. But we're a pair until then.” I saw this quote on NYT’s post about small acts of love, and I immediately thought of Thenamesh which made me think of you. I know this might be a sensitive topic so feel free to skip this as a prompt if you’re not comfortable, but I do think you could write something not only respectful but absolutely beautiful about this vein of love for our favorite pair. It reminds me of the Notebook too, if that’s at all inspiring! As always, love everything you give us <3

Far out in the Australian desert, there is a house.

It sits completely apart from everything around it. The land is tended to and the house is inhabited despite the arid nothing surrounding it. There is a water pump and an oven, a garden and space to keep goods.

Everyday, a man leaves the house. He leaves with a basket in hand, and he walks under the unforgiving sun. The trip is made in silence, walking for hours. He says nothing, stops for nothing. His journey takes him even further into the desert, further away from everyone and everything.

He walks until he sees a figure on a hill. The figure is all white from a distance, standing out against the sizzling red sands. It remains completely still. Most would even assume it doesn't breathe.

The man sets down the basket first, lowering himself next to the figure. Her hair picks up in the breeze, but he keeps it away from her face. Her eyes are as white as the dress on her back. When the weather turns bad he comes and stands over her, wraps a blanket around her shoulders.

He would fight off the lightning and thunder if he needed to.

He touches his hand to her cheek, to make sure she has warmth in her skin. He checks her eyes, which have not been green in years now. He checks to make sure she's still breathing, that time has stopped for her in a way that leaves her comfortable. He checks that she is still the Warrior Eternal, Thena, his wife.

The Strongest Eternal settles for the time being. He comes and sits with her everyday. Some days it's hours, some days it's only one. He has their home to attend to. He comes and tells her he misses her, what is happening back on their little patch of land. Tells her of the lizards she loved so much running through his garden.

The man pulls over the basket, pulling out some of the mead he has perfected over the years. There's no harm in letting her taste it, now. He pours it into a delicate sipping vessel and brings it to her lips. It is not as if she can expire of natural causes, out here. He can't either.

But he likes to come and share things with her. He's even started taking up her old practice of drawing, although he is certain she would tell him if they were as terrible as he thinks they are. Still, he brings them and shows them to her, one by one. Many are of her.

He eats something for himself, whatever he has made and brought with him. He still cooks because he enjoys it, even if there is no gentle humming at the table or smiles bathed in kitchen window sunlight. She always told him that her favourite part about his cooking was how happy it made him. She wouldn't want him to stop.

He points out clouds to her, asking what she thinks they look like. She would always just say weapons in the past, so now he makes up things like bunnies and monsters and even their family members, in a way. He asks her how they are sometimes, certain that she must be with them. Because he hopes that whatever happens within those completely white shrouds in her eyes, that she is happy, and safe.

He packs up the basket again, preparing to walk home. He tilts her chin towards him. Sometimes he can imagine her lips lifting ever so faintly. He can imagine the smile his wife always had for him. "Hey."

She does not reply.

"I'm heading home," he whispers sweetly to her, promising the next time he will feel most alive instead of the hours in between. "I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart."

Her head tilts, leaning into his touch just a little more.

He smiles. Because sometimes she's in there--his Thena. He can see glimpses of her in times like these, when she leans into his touch, when her fingers twitch to hold onto him as much as she is able. There are traces of her still there, in the time he feels most alive.

He has no illusions, nor regrets. An Eternal has only the merciless and indefinite future to look forward to. He said they would take that chance, and they did, for almost a thousand years.

He's happy for these moments, and he can live with the hours in between. He leans forward and presses his lips to her forehead. She stopped blinking long ago but he swears he can see her eyes moving when he does this. "See you soon, Thena."

His hand slips from hers, and he sees that little twitch that makes him smile again. The first time he'd seen it, he had stayed for hours and hours afterwards. Now he knows he will see it again.

He walks back down the hill, looking back at her a few times just because he feels like it. She does not move. He knows she will be there tomorrow, and the next day. And if the earth shatters in half the day after then he will come and get her, and he will carry her to a place that is whole. He will carry her to the ends of the earth and sit with her when that end comes.

He would have nowhere else to be.

The man walks back, hours and hours again. The sun shifts in the sky and he makes it back before nightfall. With the dusk oncoming, he can see the light he always leaves on at the house. He follows the same path he walks everyday. He sets the basket down and walks out to check on the garden and the lizards. He makes sure his apron is hung up and his dishes are clean.

He goes to their room, lies down in their bed, and he thinks about his wife. He falls asleep with his hand on her pillow, thinking of her hair trailing onto his shoulder, of her soft breathing and her laughter. And tomorrow, he will go and see her again.

Far out in the Australian desert, there is a home.

It is the home of two Eternals, a husband and wife. They travelled the world together, even saved it, in a way. It was always known that she would leave before him, and they took that chance. They built an entire life out in the arid desert, out surrounded by the sand, surrounded by the sea.

Their home is built at the ends of the earth, and the wife resides further into the nothingness still. And her husband walks to see her, every single day.

#Thenamesh #sorry #oh am I ever sorry because this one is painful #it's a beautiful prompt truly #maybe I do consider this a sensitive one #but the core of Thenamesh is devotion #to love beyond the immediate #Gilgamesh says we will take that chance #knowing one day he could lose her #and they spend a lifetime out there #a life separate from their family and their mission and the outside world as a whole #it's just the two of them #and it will be the two of them until the end of the earth as far as Gil is concerned #they said til death do us part and he meant it #Gil brings her rice wine and water and sweet juices #when it rains he sits with an umbrella over them #or he stands over her to make sure Zeus doesn't get any dumb ideas #strike his wife at your own risk he thinks #Arishem himself be damned he will fight

[gotstabbedbyapen]

I personally think that Zeus should have given the golden apple to Hera.

Firstly, Hera is his wife so she should be given the apple.

Secondly, if he had given the apple to Hera and told Aphrodite that it was due to his 'love' for Hera she might've understood.

Lastly, for Athena he could have said that it was weird to name his own daughter to be the most beautiful when she was in fact better suited to being wises.

That's a great idea!

Zeus has other lovers, but he only has Hera as his queen. She is the fairest goddess in his eyes.

While Aphrodite is THE goddess of love and beauty, she will be understandable if Zeus chooses his wife. It's an act that appeals to both of her domains (you will always see your beloved as the most beautiful)

Same with Athena. As the goddess of wisdom, she won't be petty with random apples. She will be more pleased with the compliment on her knowledge.

#zeus #hera #aphrodite #athena #greek mythology #greek deity #greek goddesses #greek gods #ask me anything #tumblr ask #there are so many way to prevent the Trojan war #on an unrelated note #if Paris still have to choose between the goddesses #he can still give the apple to Aphrodite and ask her to bless his love with his first wife (Oenone) #but alas we cannot go against the will of the Fates 😔

[shut-up-rabert]

Is it just me or do Percy Jackson fans have this habit of poking nose in anything greek mythology related thinking they know a lot because they read works of fiction based on it?

#I mean #there was these two times #once in a DC discussion #Where we were talking about Wonder Woman and her ancestry to Zeus #And this kid shows up saying “actually wonder woman’s father is Jupiter since Diana is equivalent of Artemis so she’s Roman yeah I read PJO #Kid you clearly haven’t read a DC comic or you’d know that this Diana is both entirely fictional created by DC and based in Greek mythology #And another time ppl are talking about Hades and his loyalty to his wife #And another kid be like “actually he has other children with other people” #*lists names that are clearly not ancient greek * #Like no disrespect to the books or fandoms ik most of you must be cool #But #learn to seperate fiction from reali- er #mythology y’know?

[deathlessathanasia]

„Thus those who dive from the top of the rock were, it is said, freed from their love ... Apollo brought [Aphrodite] to the rock of Leucade and ordered her to throw herself from the top of the rock; she did so and was freed from her love.  When she sought the reason of this, Apollo told her, it is said, in his capacity as a soothsayer, he knew that Zeus, always enamoured of Hera, had sat on this rock and been delivered from his love.” (Ptolemaios Chennos cited in Photius' Bibliotheca 152-153)

This reference to Zeus and Hera would be weird enough as it is, but it can get even more so with a slightly different but perfectly valid translation: „Zeus, whenever he was in love with Hera, used to sit on the rock and was freed of his love.”. This, then, would imply that he has done this more than once, and that it is a thing that happens with some regularity.

Alan Cameron suggests, in „Greek Mythography in the Roman World”,.” that „This is obviously a joke” and that Ptolemaios Chennos' account of the White Rock of Leukas is hardly something to be taken too seriously. Nonetheless, I still have to wonder why Zeus might find his love for Hera such a problem (are we meant to understand it as Cameron does: „What was a compulsive serial adulterer to do if he discovered that he was in love with his wife? On the rare occasions when this happened to Zeus, he sat on the Rock of Leucas and got over it, freeing him up to turn his attention to the latest nymph or mortal who had caught his roving eye.”?) and what Hera would think about this habit of his.

#ramblings #zeus #hera #greek mythology #I must admit that there's something incredibly hilarious about the idea of Zeus realizing that he is in love with his wife #and being like 'Hell no! I have to fix this immediately.'

[echo-stimmingrose]

The fact that Aphrodite is yelling at Zeus is just pure gold.

#Also zeus not wanting his wife saved until later because he has a party planned is the most canon thing ever #re reading the lost hero #the lost hero #incorrect greek god quotes #incorrect greek mythology #heros of olympus #pjo hoo toa #aphrodite #zeus #aphrodite pjo #zeus pjo

[zappedbyzabka]

Lashes

#This is why Dutch grew a fixation on them. Like little strings of gold #Crazy how his lips change sizes every scene💀 Mine do that too. from 👄 to :|. bro wtf come back #Ganymede? You need your Zeus to come get you? #Rich omega wife for me #A real peach #william zabka

[myblacknightworld]

Watching Blood of Zeus and literally Hermes best character even if he has so little scenes - deserves so much better than what he's got in this cartoon. Also would love to see more of him and for the love of god, let his hair free!!!!!!

#Apollo is second best and Alexia third best #i admit i am just on episode 6 so maybe it'll change before episode 8 but I seriously doubt it #anyway love this hermes. he deserves the world #also what the fuck is up qith Electra? 'you're more scared of her (hera) than you love me' no shit sherlock??????? #Hera's a fucking goddess???? his literal wife???? your entire life is just a speck of dust in hers and anyway you should be an idiot not to #be afraid of hera #my dude you are an idiot #hermes #blood of zeus #hermes blood of zeus #blacky watches things