#Greek Models

[soupdweller]

mermay day 4: mythology

[apollosprettyarsecheek]

Thinking about an Eros!Reader who’d been with Luke Castellan since she was fourteen, he’d been her first kiss, he’d been her first boyfriend, he’d been her first time. She’d been there on his failed quest that resulted in his scar, and practically nursed him back to health herself after. They had been the couple of Camp Half-Blood for years and years, and everyone had thought one day they’d leave Camp and get married and build themselves a life together - but nothing could ever be so simple, could it?

After Luke’s betrayal, Eros!Reader had been broken, distraught, her heart had been broken into a million pieces. Still completely inconsolable a month after, one day she’d packed up her stuff, left a note on her bed in the Hermes cabin, and left. She’d moved back in with her mom in NYC, got a job at Macy’s, but continued with composing the thoughts she wrote down in her journal into songs - a habit she’d somehow picked up since Luke left.

Eros!Reader, who started singing some of the songs online, strumming a guitar to the lyrics using skills an old Apollo camper taught her. Those videos started gaining traction, and soon enough she found herself performing them at venues that kept getting bigger and bigger, starting to release a few actual singles. After the release of her first EP, using a few of the songs she’d wrote at Camp, she’d started gaining much more popularity, which caught the attention of Apollo.

Apollo, whose interest had been caught by Eros’s only half-blood daughter, girlfriend - ? - of Hermes’s precious son, who apparently has taken up a career in singing-songwriting, which is very much attention grabbing for him, because usually it’s his kids taking up that career. So, instead of coming to you as himself, he, of course, took form of the signer he’d created for this century - an early twenties, male indie singer who was steadily becoming big, and he’d introduced himself to you through your DMs.

Apollo, who by Eros!Reader’s next tour was performing as a special guest at the majority of her shows. He’d crept up on her, she’d originally thought of him as a friend, a close friend, who’d just came out of the blue, and then she’d realised who he actually is after putting the dots together, finally connecting them from what some monster said. She’d obviously freaked out, feeling exposed and lied to and embarrassed, and completely ignored him. Until one night, writing in her old journal, putting together lyrics that, for once, weren’t about Luke, but instead about him, about what had been his role in her life. She’d reconnected with him not long after that, giving him a second chance, and realised, beside his name, nothing he told her is really an outright lie, and neither are his songs, after he’d explained it all out to her.

Eros!Reader, who actually loved being on her second actual tour with Apollo, loved singing her songs with him in front of her fans, loved travelling with him by car or plane, loved looking at him with gooey eyes on stage and seeing videos online of those moments, loved hearing stories about him and his ‘childhood’, loved walking around foreign cities late at night with him, loved how she didn’t have have that lingering thought of monsters attacking at her shows, loved getting to actually know him, and most of all loved him.

Eros!Reader, who finally loved someone else, who doesn’t cry every night about Luke leaving her, who doesn’t wish Luke would come back, who finally doesn’t love Luke, who has finally found pure and genuine happiness again.

[tragediambulante]

Morpheus, Jean Antoine Houdon, 1777

[thesixthduke]

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[crims0nstardust]

[starssoblue]

i need more episodes about adrien just trying new things and gradually figuring out what he wants to spend his time doing, what classes and hobbies he genuinely enjoys, and then eventually, what he'd like to pursue professionally. i never really thought about running before sublimation and while i still don't think that's actually his passion, i love that he connected the act of running to the freedom and joy he gets when he's being chat noir, running around paris saving people. one of my favorite things about adrien that a lot of people in fandom especially in fics miss is that just because he's decent or even great at several things doesn't mean he has a personal connection to that thing. in early ml he was acting in his friends' student films, playing sports to different results, fencing with his friends, participating in band, even modeling for fun. in climatiqueen, he discovered he was decent at drawing, a mess with labwork, quick with languages (no surprise there), and v new to baking—all things he could improve upon but nothing that made him feel passion. but he specified the reason he had fun trying those things wasn't the things themselves but because he was doing them with marinette, same as before when he took skills he was forced to acquire by his father and re-utilized them to hang out with his friends despite not feeling a personal connection to any of those hobbies or talents. i don't know if the show plans on him discovering this soon (they're sooooo young, i hate that he is even stressing about this just because his friends are not normal and because the french school system has most people declare their course of study in lycée) but i'm just excited to see him branch out and try new things and get the life experience he was denied when he was younger. 

and running away from the agreste manor (where he was confined and forced to be a perfect mold) as his first step toward self discovery? brilliant imagery.

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Artemis - Day 183

Race: Megami Arcana: Moon Alignment: Light-Neutral June 11th, 2025 Happy pri-demon-th!

As a society that valued strength and masculinity, the Greeks had a very different view of homosexuality than us today, something I've already gone over in the Apollo analysis. And yeah, expect for this to be repeated a lot in the coming weeks, as there's not many queer demons in the series outside of Greek ones- whether it be because I've already covered them, or they're just not included in the series due to being relatively obscure. However, in spite of just how gay ancient Greece was, there was one goddess who stood above the rest and said no. In fact, she said no to any romantic or sexual feelings, and that goddess is, funny enough, Apollo's sister. Twins can tend to be opposites, I suppose, as the fruitiest man in Greek myth is a direct twin to the complete opposite: Artemis, who is today's Demon of the Day.

Artemis, as one of the most popular and famous goddesses of the Greek pantheon, has a lot of stories to her name. Not only was she popular in the average populace, she was also the favorite deity to the rural population of Greece, and where she stood was a very important role: a huntress. Her birth story ran parallel to Apollo's, as, as soon as she was born, she helped Leto give birth to Apollo as a midwife, giving her the role as a goddess of childbirth; ironic, given that one of her most iconic traits is her virgin status.

As Apollo took up the mantle of the sun, Artemis took up the mantle of the moon, and this duality can be seen in many aspects between the two; while Apollo would happily flirt with anyone who breathed, Artemis was the complete opposite. In one of her most famous tales, the minor Demigod Actaeon ended up seeing her bathing (or was boasting that his hunting skills surpassed hers, it depends on the version) and, as a punishment, she turned him into a stag and had his own hunting dogs descend upon him and rip him apart limb from limb. Gnarly, but honestly? Also very slay. Literally.

Her disinterest in sex, being the goddess of chastity, and her strength made her a very popular figure for the women of ancient Greece, and she honestly still kicks ass- she's explicitly the opposite of a traditional woman, residing within and representing the wild, and no stories truly point to her having any romantic feelings for anyone. Even the tale of Orion, the story of the 'only man she ever loved,' is not explicitly romantic in most original tellings- of course, it changes as time goes on, as all myths do, but in most depictions, Orion forced himself onto Artemis (or one of her hunters) and was executed as a result. In one of the only concrete primary sources we have on the story, the Hymn to Artemis, it explicitly says that all who attempt to woo her will end up dead.

Even her hunters themselves were all female, save for Orion, which predictably ended poorly. One such member of her hunters, Callisto, had been sexually assaulted by Zeus- who actually took on the form of Artemis- and in revenge, Artemis made her take on the form of a bear.

Artemis's asexuality, of course, isn't a set-in-stone fact- she was a virgin, sure, but marriage during that time was an implicitly submissive affair, and it's entirely possible that she's simply refusing to partake in sex or marriage due to how it'd imply her own submission. However, I personally enjoy her portrayal as asexual, even if it's not entirely accurate... which is why I have to ask what the fuck they were cooking when they made both of Artemis's designs?!

I can't even show Artemis's original design, because it's so explicit that I feel like even Yamai-ifying it wouldn't make it feel less uncomfortable. If you don't know what it is, though? She's covered in tits from head to toe. Why??? I get it, she's the goddess of childbirth, and breasts are associated with motherhood- but what the fuck were they even DOING??? Why not make her look like a huntress? Let her look like she's actually got a good design instead of being covered in boobs?! Her SMT V design is a step up, but even then, it doesn't reflect her at all- it makes her look like a peppy manic pixie dream girl and not the fickle and fierce being she ACTUALLY is. These youthful features and the energy just don't fit! I like the way her gauntlets are bows, I guess, but that's about it- everything else just isn't Artemis.

And don't even get me started on her Persona design.

What even is this? Why does she have plastic cups over her boobs and crotch? Why is she so explicitly sexualized when she's literally one of the most famously NON-SEXUAL FIGURES IN A VERY SEXUAL MYTHOS????

God, whatever. SMT bungled her three times, but at least we got the best design of a very bad batch going forward, even if that design is still pretty bad.

[monogreek]

Dominique (artist's model, 1969-70)

photographed by Yannis Tsarouchis (1910-1989)

[facioleeknow]

Time for love ° Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin. the immortal Adonis, falls for a human.

WC: 2094 Genre: Greek mythology AU, angst, smut

TW: make up artist reader, model hyunjin, smut, masturbation, thigh riding, handjob, mention of cum, borderline asshole hyunjin, greek gods and goddesses, mention of blood, angry hyunjin and angry deities

AN: thank you from th ebottom of my heart to th elovely @leeknowsallyoursecrets , for giving me her opinion about this.

My Kofi if you want to support me <3.

Hyunjin was old. Hyunjin was really really old. Eternal youth they called it. When one thinks about youth, they imagine freshness and fun; a colorful, colorful phase when you get to try new things and explore the world. Hyunjin’s life was anything but; he had seen every corner of this earth and tried every experience that was humanly possible. His life was flat and gray, there was nothing more to do and he was bored.

He remembered his first life. His name was Adonis and he was considered the most beautiful man in the whole world; he was so beautiful that goddesses soon appeared on his doorstep and asked to share his bed. That’s how his story became myth, or what people thought it was.

He had lived many lives from then, he had taken many names and done many things, he lived a tranquil life and minded his business; had sometimes taken a couple of lovers but nothing that had stuck to him. 

His life and pattern of change had come crumbling apart when one day the gods decided to come out in the open and introduce themselves to humans. With time everything was uncovered and the protagonists of every myth became their own kind of celebrities. He had never been more famous in his life, but he also had never been more lonely. He was beautiful and that was a fact, and with the fame came the modeling offers. He modeled for the most famous maisons of fashion of the world and people loved him. No they didn’t love him, they loved his body, they loved his face, they loved his fake smile and fake confidence.

His days were always the same, he would wake up at an insane hour, get on set, get ready, shoot, get unready, check social media and then go to bed, just to do it all the following day. Day after day the cycle had never been broken, for years on end. Until it had.

When he walked inside the photo studio, he could sense something had shifted in the air. He hated changes. A heavy hand smoothed back his unruly hair, his eyes closed almost on instinct after he sat down in his makeup chair. He had requested a special chair, made of one of the softest furs he had ever touched, where he could sleep and relax.

Something warm and small suddenly touched his shoulder, hesitantly. He hissed and his eyes shot open, his staff knew better than to interfere with his pattern. 

His breath hitched in his throat when he opened his eyes. This wasn’t his usual make-up artist.

“Sorry to disturb you Mr. Hwang, I am Y/N L/N, your new makeup artist,” your voice was sweet, way too sweet to be human, but he knew all deities by heart. Perhaps some kind of creature.

“What happened to Ha-na?” his eyes bore holes into your skull, his gaze held a fiery passion you had never seen in your life. Is this how an immortal looks?, you thought.

“She’s on maternity leave, sir,” you had never felt that nervous in your life.

The conversation died off after that but his eyes were fixed on you. There was something about you that Hyunjin couldn't quite pinpoint, his inside felt like they were lit on fire. His head told him that if he looked away from you, something bad would've happened. He had to have you, one way or another, he didn't even care if you were human or not.

Since that day Hyunjin had always waited anxiously for your arrival every morning. You would always greet him with a tight lipped smile while you closed into fists your obvious shaky hands. He liked to think your hands were shaking and your heart was beating out of your chest because of him. 

At night Hyunjin would lie awake and think about you, your hair, your lips, your hands, your eyes, but most of the time he would think about what laid under your clothes, how your curves would look and how they would feel in his big and soft hands.

He had to have you, he didn't care if you were human or not.

The second time Hyunjin spoke to you, it was weeks after your first encounter.

“What are you?” his eyes bored into yours like the first time you met.

 “What do you mean sir?” 

His presence felt almost overbearing, it looked like he was towering over you, it felt like he was everywhere, you couldn't run from him. But in reality he was still sitting in front of you.

“Don't play coy. What kind of creature are you?” 

“Creature? I'm human, sir,” your eyes wide as saucers at his assumption. You? A supernatural creature? 

“Are you lying to me?” His tone was stern and demanding.

“No, sir, I would never.” 

He didn't reply.

He was scary. Immortals were scary and dangerous for humans more than anyone else. You should've been fearful of him but a familiar throb between your legs kept growing and growing and you couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Hyunjin could feel your arousal, he could read it on your face. After centuries he could read human emotions quite well.

“Everybody out!” His tone left no space for arguments. The staff and photographers scurried out of the room with their hearts in their throats.

“Come sit.” The immortal patted his spread legs, his big hand encased your wrist.

“Excuse me?”

“You don't want to?” he sounded cocky now, a new emotion he let you see.

“I didn't say that,” you stuttered.

“Then be a good girl and straddle my thigh.” 

His hands never left your body, not even when you complied and positioned yourself how he asked. He was in control, he was the one guiding your movement.

A small gasp escaped your lips when you felt him ground you on his strong thigh.

“Please sir, touch me,” the shame fueled your pleasure like never before.

“No can do, get yourself off like this or don't at all.”

That was the best orgasm of your life.

After he touched you, Hyunjin couldn't get enough of you. He thought your voice was sweet at first, but your moans were even sweeter, your skin tasted like nectar and your pussy like ambrosia. He was addicted.

Sleep came easier to him now but not even in your dreams he could escape you. Your voice, your sweet whines, your skin, your scent, they all clouded his brain even in his slumber. He'd wake up hard as a rock every night and leaking. He would fuck his fist roughly, just how he liked it, he would use all of his toys and cum again and again until his seed had permanently stained his satin black sheets. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. He had to feel you clench around him, he had to feel you rake your nails down his back, he had to push your legs to your chest and see fat tears roll down your cheeks.

So he would get up and drive to your house where he would fuck you until you both passed out. It became some sort of routine, one that he followed religiously. But the more he saw the bigger a foreign and strange feeling grew inside him. It started at the pit of his stomach and then spread through his chest like a warm blanket enveloping him in a tight hug. It was comforting and that unsettled him.

He was confused and ignorant, he hated that. But he knew that it didn't come from him, somebody was attacking him. That's how Hyunjin found himself in front of the goddess of love, Aphrodite, herself.

“What have you done to me?” he yelled. He knew yelling at a deity was not a smart move but the anger was consuming him, mixing with that strange feeling and making his blood hot.

“You cursed me, didn't you? You cursed me because I don't want to share a bed with you anymore, you selfish woman.” The moment those words came out of HYunjin’s mouth he regretted them. The room started shaking along with the anger of the goddess, everybody knew not to anger Aphrodite. he was foolish, he thought he could get away with it because he used to be her favorite lover. The goddess grew in stature, the light bulbs in the room exploded, leaving the only light her angry eyes. 

“You foolish human, how dare you speak to me like this,” this was not Aphrodite the goddess of love, this was the goddess of fiery passion and victory, “ I did not curse you. You do not hold significance in my eyes anymore, you are a mere human. Humans all fall in love, it’s their destiny.”

The walls of the pristine white room they were in started to crack under the gravity of the goddess full immortal form. Hyunjin knew that the fact he was not dead meant that Aphrodite let him live as a sign of charity and because of the time they shared their bed. But she did not give second chances, she never had so he quickly kneeled and when he felt the presence of the immortal get gradually less overbearing he got up and walked backwards until back hit the door as a sign of respect and then left. 

The drive home was pure madness, flashes of rage traveled through his body like lightning before leaving like nothing had happened. Hera was punishing him for angering her daughter, nothing was less expected from the goddess of family. When he stumbled into his house, with shaky hands he grabbed his ceremonial cup and offered his bloods to the gods to appease them and as a thanks for sparing his life.

The following day Hyunjin avoided looking at you in the eyes, he had never looked away from you, not even once. You were so used to having his fiery gaze on you that now your whole body felt cold as ice. 

‘Maybe he’s tired,’ you thought while you worked. Tired or not, you felt him miles away from you even if you were touching his skin with your very own hands. Something had shifted between you. 

The next day felt like a deja vù, Hyunjin still had his eyes closed and he still refused to talk to you. You felt wronged and cold. The following days followed the same pattern, it felt like a terrible nightmare. His nightly visits had also stopped and so did his texts. 

Anger and frustration were eating away at you. Work had started to get tougher and Hyunjin’s attitude was making your mental health drop. The last straw was the pouring rain, you were stranded at work, with no umbrella, when all you wanted to do was go home, eat ice cream and sleep.

Fat teardrops started dropping down your cheeks, why was this all happening to you? Why couldn’t you live in peace? Why was Hwang Hyunjin doing this to you?

“Are you crying?” That voice. Hwang Hyunjin.

“That’s none of your business, Hyunjin,” you furiously wiped at your cheeks.

“It is,” his hand cupped your cheek and you had no strength to fight it, “ it is because you are the only woman i’ve ever loved in my long life.” Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Say that again.”

“You, “ he paused, “ are the only wo-”

You didn’t give him the chance to finish his sentence, your lips attached to his and you richest deflated with relief. Kissing him felt familiar and natural. The recognizable desire that always lit within you when you were with him started spreading through you like wildfire. Your hands quickly traveled to his pants and unbuttoned his pants without thinking, you had done that countless times. His dick was already hard and leaking, waiting for you. Your soft hand wrapped around his velvety skin and tugged and moved just how you knew he liked, how you knew drove him mad. Your lips found his neck and nipped and sucked at his pulse point, his weak spot.

“Oh, baby, I’m not going to last, I think I’m cumming.”

A quick swipe of your thumb against his slip made him spill all over your hand, his head thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes tightly shut.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, lover, but first let me return the favor.” 

A hand on his chest stopped him.

“Take me on a date first.”

“Whatever you want, lover.”

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Specialized Turbo Levo – Elevating the E-MTB Benchmark

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On the Trail

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Who Will Love This Bike?

The Turbo Levo will attract a broad audience. From seasoned mountain bikers looking for an e-bike that doesn’t compromise on performance, to those seeking a powerful companion for adventurous explorations, it caters to a wide spectrum of riders.

Investment Worth Considering?

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Our Take

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Source: Specialized Turbo Levo – Elevating the E-MTB Benchmark

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[sacrosanction]

✶ — lovely thing

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Specialized Turbo Levo – Elevating the E-MTB Benchmark

In the dynamic realm of electric mountain bikes, the Specialized Turbo Levo has consistently set standards. The latest model, a blend of technological sophistication and rugged capability, promises to elevate your trail experience. We took it for a rigorous test to see if it lives up to the hype.

Cutting-Edge Tech Meets Trail-Ready Performance

Core Features

Motor and Battery Efficiency: The Turbo Levo's heart is its quietly powerful motor, complemented by a long-lasting battery. It's designed for endurance and reliability, ensuring that even the most ambitious routes are within your grasp.

Frame and Suspension Dynamics: The bike's structure strikes a balance between durability and nimbleness. The refined suspension system adeptly tackles the rigours of challenging trails, enhancing rider control.

Smart Connectivity: With the integration of Specialized's Mission Control app, riders have unprecedented control over their ride experience. Tailor your bike’s performance to your liking, from motor output to tracking your epic rides.

On the Trail

On the trails, the Turbo Levo is a revelation. Its motor assists not just with a silent push on ascents but also ensures that the bike feels natural and responsive. Downhill, it's a stable beast, giving you confidence to tackle tricky descents. Whether navigating tight switchbacks or powering over rocky paths, the Turbo Levo handles with an assuredness that's both impressive and exhilarating.

Who Will Love This Bike?

The Turbo Levo will attract a broad audience. From seasoned mountain bikers looking for an e-bike that doesn’t compromise on performance, to those seeking a powerful companion for adventurous explorations, it caters to a wide spectrum of riders.

Investment Worth Considering?

There's no skirting around it: the Turbo Levo is a premium product with a price tag to match. However, for those who value the intersection of top-tier technology and trail-conquering capability, it represents a worthwhile investment.

Our Take

The Specialized Turbo Levo is not just another e-mountain bike; it's a statement. It combines technological innovation with trail performance in a way that few others can match. This bike is about pushing boundaries – both of the trails you ride and what you expect from an e-MTB.

Source: Specialized Turbo Levo – Elevating the E-MTB Benchmark