#Hermes appears

[nrcsfavoriteshrimps]

Go forth, it is time!!

🔪

(One per dorm c cuz why not)

Heartslabyul (🦉):

“…I can work with this.”

Savanaclaw:

[I don’t have any Savanaclaw ocs on here I think—]

Octavinelle (🐈‍⬛):

“Uh…I guess I’m on cooking duty today?”

Scarabia (🪶):

“I…don’t know what to do with this.”

“…”

[he proceeds to do some cool knife tricks]

Pomefiore (🐾🤍):

“Chase, what do you have?”

“A KNIFE!”

“No—!”

Ignihyde (🔧🦋):

“…”

“Um…why do I suddenly have a knife…”

“I dunno. Can I have it?”

“No.”

“Aw :(”

Diasomnia (🎋🪡):

“:)”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“:(”

Ramshackle (🎪💭🎨🌙📷 ft. 🪽):

“Oh, hey Mai. Where’d you get that?”

“I don’t know, actually!”

“That’s…probably not safe for you to have…”

“What do we even do with it, anyways?”

“How should I know? I don’t—”

“Mine now!”

[the knife is snatched]

“…”

“…I forgot he was even here…”

[nosyp]

Crowned by Desire

Chapter 1

A/N = This was inspired by @kupidachillea, pls check out her work too🙏

Warning = dark, yandere, toxic stuff, read at ur own risk PLEASE

Pairings = Greek Gods x reader

Summary = Thrown into the realm of gods, you become the center of their dangerous intrigue. Some see you as a temptation, others as a threat... but what will you become in their immortal world?

Word count = 1.2k words

Story down below 👇 (READ AT UR OWN RISK PLEASEEEE)

You were beautiful. Your life was pretty much amazing. You had food, shelter and clothes, you pretty much had everything you needed. Oh how you wished you could go back…

It all changed when you found yourself trapped in the realm of the gods.

At first, you thought it was a dream. One minute, you were walking down the street, the sun shining on your face, a soft breeze ruffling your hair. The next, a wave of blinding light enveloped you, pulling you into a world far beyond your understanding. This place wasn’t like Earth. It was something ancient, untouchable, dark.

You took a step forward. And another, and another. One foot after the other, you gradually got closer. You could hear a cacophony of voices behind the door. And finally… using all your might, you pushed the door open… only to reveal a whole new area. 

And it was… the gods.

At first, you couldn't believe your eyes. The moment you stepped through the threshold, you were met with a huge palace, glowing with an ethereal light that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Columns of gold and marble stretched high into the heavens, and the air buzzed with an unnatural energy. It was one that made you feel small, insignificant. 

The gods were real. They weren’t just stories and myths from a book. They were here, in front of you, with… their eyes trained on you like a hungry pack of wolves waiting for their prey.

Apollo, the ever-so-radiant god of the sun, was the first to approach. His golden hair shimmered with every move of his very being, and his eyes, those eyes… saw right through you, as if he could read every thought and desire in your mind. He smiled at you, slow and deliberate, his gaze never leaving yours. "Ah, a new guest," he murmured, voice smooth like honey, but with an edge of something darker beneath. "How... quaint. Who might you be?"

You opened your mouth to say something, to demand an explanation, but the words died in your throat. Then the moment you tried to open your mouth, Zeus just had to make his presence known with a thunderous clap. The room seemed to shake as he stepped forward, his large, commanding figure overshadowing everyone around him. His gaze was both terrifying and enthralling as he took you in with an almost imperceptible smirk.

"You don't belong here," he rumbled, his voice a mixture of power and amusement. "You should go, while we still let you."

Before you could even respond, another God appeared from behind you. Hades. His eyes were like two burning embers, glowing with a strange intensity. He observed you with the same cool detachment he reserved for souls, but something in his gaze made your breath hitch.

“Wait! I think we should… keep them,” he says, with a peculiar tone.

What the? Why would they want to keep you? You were practically nothing compared to them.

Eros, the god of love, smirked as he walked past, brushing a finger along your cheek. A shiver ran down your spine. "Don’t you see? She’s special," he said with a chuckle, his voice smooth but edged with cruelty. "In a world of gods, she’s a rarity. The temptation, the ultimate prize." His lips twisted into something wicked, a stark contrast to the sweetness his domain implied.

The temptation? Your heart pounded as you silently questioned his words. What did he mean?

Before you could dwell on it, a sharp voice echoed through the grand hall, shaking you to your core.

“WHO IS THAT?”

All heads turned toward the staircase. Hera stood at the top, her figure illuminated by the divine glow of the palace. Her presence was intense, her piercing gaze like a blade.

Her finger pointed directly at you, her voice dripping with venom. "Who dares bring that... thing here?"

The room tensed. You swallowed hard, heat rising to your face as Hera's fury bore down on you.

“Woah, woah! Wait a second,” Hermes interjected, stepping forward with his usual carefree grin and a mock air of surrender. “Let’s not go burning the palace down just yet, Hera.”

His attempt at humor fell flat. Hera’s sharp gaze flicked to him, silencing whatever joke he was about to follow up with.

Your mouth acted before your brain could catch up. "Y-Yeah, Hera... maybe there’s been a misunderstanding?” You winced at how small your voice sounded, but what else could you do?

Her eyes snapped back to you, fiery and unrelenting. "Silence!"

The room was silent for a moment, the air crackling with unspoken energy. Hera’s piercing glare held steady, but it was clear the others were pondering what to do with you.

Zeus stepped forward, his imposing frame radiating authority. "Enough," he commanded, his thunderous voice cutting through the tension. "This mortal is here, whether by fate or folly. The question is… what shall we do with her?"

His words sparked a ripple of murmurs among the gods. Some exchanged curious glances, while others looked at you like a puzzle to be solved—or prey to be devoured.

"Send her back," Hera snapped, her tone sharp and unyielding. "She’s a nuisance at best, a danger at worst."

"Now, now," Dionysus chimed in with a sly grin, stepping closer to you. His gaze lingered in a way that made your skin crawl. "Why waste such… potential? What if we kept her?" He tilted his head, feigning innocence, though the glint in his eye betrayed darker intentions. "As a servant... or perhaps a plaything?"

Your heart dropped. Plaything? You took an instinctive step back, your hands trembling at your sides.

Hades, who had remained silent up until now, raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "Interesting suggestion," he mused, his voice low and smooth. "But a mortal in our realm... as anything more than a servant? It’s unprecedented."

Apollo leaned casually against a nearby pillar, his golden aura shimmering faintly. "Unprecedented doesn’t mean impossible," he said, his voice laced with amusement. His gaze flickered to you, a smirk playing on his lips. "She could prove... entertaining."

"Entertaining?" Hera’s voice was practically a roar, her fury reigniting. "You would reduce our divine realm to a circus for a mortal?"

Hermes cut in, raising his hands in mock surrender once more. "Relax, Hera. We’re just brainstorming here. No one’s decided anything… yet."

"But I think we all agree on one thing," Zeus interjected, his booming voice silencing the growing bickering. His eyes locked onto you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "She’s not leaving. Not yet."

The room went still. Every gaze turned to you, their collective attention making your breath hitch.

"Let’s see," Zeus continued, his tone contemplative. "Perhaps she can prove her worth. If she’s to remain here, she’ll need to serve a purpose. A servant, a messenger... or something else entirely." His smile widened, but it wasn’t comforting. "Let’s see what fate has in store for our unexpected guest."

A/N = I'm probs js gonna short-short chapters for this series... PLS FEEDBACK IF U CAN

[pink-noah]

Bonus-

Phaeton.

[dramaturgydrakes]

divine intervention

[pestopastaenjoyer]

anyways. au but not rlly au where it’s late 1940s-early 1950s venice and nico is a university student studying literature. he lives with his single mother maria + his engaged sister bianca and he has an objectively good and cushy life for post-ww2 europe even if his family is desperate to set him up with someone like they did w bianca. he starts having weird dreams about living a life he surely hasn’t experienced and the number 1,995 keeps on recurring day-to-day. as it turns out this is our nico placed on an alternate theoretical timeline by a malevolent being (nyx strikes back perhaps) who erased his memories SoN-style. he’s aided by a plucky girl in one of his classes who may or may not be hemera (goddess of the day, nyx’s daughter who is not on good terms w mommy) and together they try to get nico back to his own place on the timeline

[awriternamedart]

"Hhharrggnnnnn…"

Hermes chuckled, letting his light feet touch the ground for the first time in what felt like eons.

"I know, I know boss! You can't be let off the hook either, its rare enough we get these chance encounters here, much less anywhere else!" The speed of his words had dropped ever so slightly. Even his worn chiton had seen better days, the wings on his head now folded and pressed up to his untamed hair. He had seen better days- they all had. Gods, niether of them even knew when they last crossed paths in the Crossroads, much less elsewhere. Hermes had his own duties to the Unseen, as did Charon- but still, both of them lingered for those few seconds.

"…yeah, I miss it to, boss." As if reading the chthonic god's mind, Hermes only chuckled, actually pausing long enough to enjoy the feeling of the grass for once. Hecate had insisted he linger- his clothes had gotten far to worn, and she had supposedly prepared him something. Charon knew, he perhaps had played a part in this scheme, but he was remaining stubborning quiet about the whole thing, quieter then normal! "Don't suppose you got somethin' new in stock there, my dear associate, that we can look through as we wait~?"

Charon just huffed, a low rumbling sound of amusement, dry and cracked. Both of them were worse for wear. Just a few years longer before Melinoe was old enough to be sent to the field, to her mission- but those years were to be spent in constant movement and prevention. Lest the worse happen.

Hermes was knocked out of his racing thoughts for a brief moment, cold gracing his cheek. It was a familiar gesture, dragging a soft laugh from worn cheeks. The circles under his eyes were certainly doing him no favors. Charon simply traced the line under his eye, brushing away the dirt stuck to his cheek.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were up to somethin. Yknow, boss, for someone so quiet, you can be awfully straightforward, makes me wonder why no ones ever really tryna talk to you! Well, besides my good ole coz, your a right fine guy!" Hermes found it enough to get a smile on his face- their affection was subtle, but not hidden. One was always stuck to his path, the other on the constant move. It was nothing either of them needed much time to think about. Crossing their paths so often just led to gentle partnership. Ease. Comfort. Trust. "…we just gotta wait, then itll all be back to normal."

Another word longer and he would have been whisked away by Hecate and Melinoe, both of them calling for Hermes from a ways away. Charon gestured for him to go, but the silent question for him to return before leaving didn't go unnoticed. Hermes gave him the best reassurance he could before he was pulled away and newly dressed- darker fabrics, more golden accents- fresh against his skin. It felt nice to get something new again, and it fit him well, something that made the god smile.

"Oh, Lord Hermes, it works so well! Charon was right to use these fabrics, I have no idea how he found them, thats for sure!" Melinoe clasped her hands together. Despite her young age, stress had already etched itself into her forehead- but it faded into something more childlike as she grinned. "Arachne will be so pleased to know it fits, though she doesn't exactly know its for an Olympian…"

"My lips are sealed, M." Hermes grinned, shouldering his new bag. It even had a little pocket, enchanted to the tee to have more space then it appeared, perfect for a little creature to take as home. Hecate handed him a small ribbon, helping him tie back what hair he had grown in his seemingly endless spy mission. "Thanks, mistress, real life saver the lot of you are!"

"It is our thanks to you, Hermes, for dedicating your time to this cause. Surely Olympus has questioned your continuous absence- we simply want to thank you for your time and effort." Hecate simply smiled before waving him off. "Now go, the boatman has been awaiting your arrival- he's your ride back to the Underworld for the next scouting rounds."

"Please do be careful, Lord Hermes." All the god could do was playfully tousle the young witch apprentice's hair, Melinoe gasping in surprise before Hermes zipped off to his counterpart, his rushed thanks the best they got as they watched him prepare to leave again.

"Now then, whatcha think, boss?" Hermes chuckled before settling into the boat with ease. He could only wave to the Crossroads before Charon pushed off, both of them knowing that time was of the essence.

But once the waving hands were out of sight, Charon paused them for a second, dragging Hermes attention back to him.

"C'mon, boss, we gotta move quickly~! You know better then I that moving as fast as possible is the best way we can get knowledge on whatevers going on downstairs-" His ceaseless rambling was paused for a second when Charon groaned, taking one of his armlets off. Most of his splendor in offerings of Obel was already stripped bare, the Boatman left nothing but his usual garb and whatever gold he could scrounge up and stockpile. He took no pleasure in it, as it wasn't Obel, but it was what he could make due with- which surprised Hermes. He was no god to part with his treasures and offerings. "Whatcha got there, boss?"

All he got in answer was for Charon to take his hands, sliding two of his own rings over Hermes' own fingers. The armlet was pressed into his hands for him to put on as he pleased, his touch lingering before he stood up to begin rowing yet again. Hermes could only stare in surprise, for once silent as he tried to process exactly what Charon had done.

To give recieved offerings of one god to another- it was nigh unheard of. But as he slid it on, feeling it settle into his skin, he could only chuckle and smile. Hermes was an Olympian, sure, but Charon was tied to the Underworld, to the River Styx herself and her sisters alike. And this was one way to certainly say that while in the Underworld, Hermes was under Charon's protection and watch.

"You know, if you just wanted to stake your claim, there were far easier ways, boss!"

Charon offered no answer to that, just another low gutteral groan with no percievable meaning. All Hermes could do was laugh and admire the delicate shine- they certainly were partners, in more ways then one.

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woe charmes be upon ye

or speedboat

professional associates

how do they have so many ship names

anyway my take on how hermes got the new fit and also charons missing rings and armlet-thing (i dont know what their called and its bloody midnight im not researching shit rn) reappearing on hermes

hades 2 has in fact taken me by the throat and thrown me into the pits of tartarus were back in the fucking building again

[bugwolfsstuff]

The (Hypnos, Morpheus, Hermes and probably Melione if she wants) demigods* who are made from dreams, who i've decided to title Demidreams or dreamlings, probably play the Oldest Game from the sandman series in the dreamscape

I also feel like their godly parents can unmake them or change them like Morpheus does to Gault also in sandman (Mel probs does just unmakes and then remakes them for fun, Hermes likely wouldn't unmake them, Morpheus and Hypnos are a maybe to a probably not)

*I feel like with what pjo considers what is and isnt a demigod they cannot be considered demigods. They're likely more closer to the Oneiroi, in fact i'm hc that Morpheus and Hypnos makes theirs out of ivory like some of the Oneiroi.

@smileyalater @unubinary @thel1ghtningthief @bodeyeen2132

[gr1555]

I don't remember what the work was called and I can't find it again, but I remember a story where the di Angelo's leave the hotel with Percy and when they're trying to figure out how to get to LA Nico just offered up his mythomagic cards to Hermes and he just shows up and accepts it.

The rest of the chapter is just the three of them sitting in the back of a mail truck going a thousand miles an hour while Percy tries to explain to Nico demigod life isn't as fun as it seems while also trying not to piss off Hermes. And I demand this concept be used more often.

Anyways the idea of Nico offering Hermes Mythomagic cards in exchange for a ride will now always be canon to me.

[emmikay]

I just finished chapter 12 of the the Iliad and Athena is so fond of Odysseus.

He's freaking out on the beach because he doesn't know he's on Ithaca, and she comes up disguised as a shepherd boy and is like "this is Ithaca, dude", and Odysseus immediately swallows down every single emotion and spins a whole story about being an exile from Crete because he killed the king's son, and Athena just laughs at him and says "There aren't many who can keep up with trickery, but I'm also well practised in intrigue" or something along those lines

And then she removes her disguise and says "you didn't recognise me, though!" and it has like the clear undertones of, 'haha, I win this round!'

and then she assures him that he is on ithaca, and points out landmarks to prove it, and they hide all his treasure, sit down and plot about how to murder all the suitors, before she disguises him as an old man and flies off to grab Telemachus from Sparta

It's the best. I love them both.

@dootznbootz

[mytho-nerd]

Me? Posting Greek god sketches in 2024? This is practically unheard of

[snarlesofthesewers]

hello main i will continue to be annoying about him so have this work in progress art :)

needed to draw something physical to hang up on my alter and i think this is turning out absolutely ✨stunning✨

[jeannereames]

In "Dancing With The Lion", you seem to say that Alexander was not handsome. But when I searched about Alexander's appearance on Google, I found that almost everywhere he was described as a handsome man. He was even called extremely handsome in a couple of articles. I have seen the copy of Alexander's bust originally made by Lysippus. It's said that Lysippus made the bust during Alexander's lifetime & Alexander looked like that. The bust doesn't look bad. Why do you then think that Alexander wasn't good looking enough? By the way, I loved the guy who seemed to represent Alexander on the cover page of "Dancing With The Lion". Alexander might very well look like that :-)

First, a comment on my description and why I made it, then some background on the history.

What Hephaistion thinks to himself is actually, “Only a flatterer would call him handsome.” He doesn’t say he’s ugly or plain. He’s just normal looking. I made that choice partly for historical reasons, but also because I wanted to humanize him. Same reason I gave him acne. 😉 I don’t see him as unattractive, I just don’t see him as especially handsome. (A link to the novels, for anybody looking, with the new covers.)

I would caution about taking seriously much that you find via a Google search. It’s kinda a dumpster fire, honestly, unless you know exactly what you’re looking for.* Always check who wrote an article. How did they learn the information they relate? That’s part of why I cite things here, even if I don’t load y’all up with citations the way I would in a scholarly article. But I want readers to be able to chase down references for themselves, even as, in our post-expert era, I also want readers to trust that I know where to look in the first place—what’s reliable.

Although it’s now 30+ years old, probably the best book on Alexander’s appearance is Andrew Stewart’s Faces of Power: Alexander’s Image and Hellenistic Politics (1993). I know it’s expensive (LOTS and lots of picture plates inside), but because it’s been out a minute, you can probably find it used, or in a library.

So, let’s look at the history. There are several things going on here:

The ancient Greeks conflated wealth, class, intelligence, and beauty with heroic status. So Achilles is beautiful but Thersites is malformed and ugly. This motif rolled over onto historical individuals, and the Greeks purposely practiced “idealizing” in their sculpture, especially of anybody presented as heroic. There’s quite a lot written on Greek idealizing, but again, beware a simple Google search; I just tried to find something useful and gave up by the time I was on page 6; the best thing was an article in the NYT, behind a paywall. I’d suggest grabbing an art history textbook, especially a specialized one, like Shiela Dillon’s.

The Alexander head on the Akropolis (which was used to find the model for the cover of Becoming) is a perfect example of Classical-era idealization. We’d call it Photoshopped. 😉 Yes, it’s recognizably Alexander, but his face is made to match the canon of Greek ephebic beauty. (The publisher liked it. ha)

Add to this the divinization of Alexander and its impact on his sculptures across time. See Stewart mentioned above for a great description of how his Successors molded his image for their own purposes. Generally speaking, his hair gets longer and flowier, his eyes get larger, and his face get softened until he looks feminized. The sculpture below, from the Capitoline Museum, is a great example. It’s Alexander as Helios (the sun god), a Roman copy of a Hellenistic original, and that original is speculatively dated to sometime in the late 200s or early 100s BCE, based on style.

We in the modern world are inclined to these same assumptions. We got it from them! I’ve noticed that most sketches (especially AI pictures) of Alexander on the internet turn him pretty. One (below, yes with 6 fingers) has him looking suspiciously like Henry Cavill! LOL

There have been some better attempts to use AI to render him, based on ancient statuary, but most use statues I’m less fond of. Yet the one that uses the Azara Herm is, I think, pretty close. I agree with Stewart that the Azara Herm is as near to a likeness as is out there; see Stewart’s discussion as to why. I believe it’s the bust you’re referring to in the ask. Below with link to Royalty Now, who made it. I want to be sure she gets credit. I bought myself a copy of this one. She did two reconstructions, but I don’t care for the other because of the statue used. Royalty Now may have airbrushed him a bit (he lacks scars, for instance—highly unlikely in a soldier), but at least in basic facial structure, it’s good. Note the long face. If a long face with sharper features is more accepted today—largely thanks to what photographs well—the Greek ideal was a rounder face, like the Akropolis head above.

So the real Alexander wasn’t an ugly man, no, but if you passed him on the street, you probably wouldn’t stop and stare. Unless he wanted you to. It was his CHARISMA that people noted, not his physical appearance.

That, I also tried to note in the novels. At one point, Aristotle remarks to himself that Hephaistion might have the looks, but Alexander would always be the one to draw eyes. 😊

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* For instance, my educational website on Hephaistion appears pages and pages and pages down from the top on Google … even though it’s written by one of the two leading world experts on him (Sabine Müller is the other). Ergo, you have to wade through a lot of stuff put out by sites that know how to rank themselves higher before you get to the actual specialist. Once upon a time, btw, it popped up higher, but pay-to-play has changed search engines.

[ask-ganymede]

Heyya Lord Zeus!

*throws a muffin at him*

See ya!

*disappears in a cloud of glitter*

Ah ah ah~! I'll have to stop you right there!

Listen, I know you dislike him, but we must be respectful, yes? My little machine protects you, so it won't be you on the receiving end of his wrath. And I'd hate to see our cute little wine-bearer get hurt.

- your favourite messenger !

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

So you’re Oromë starting some exiting new campaign with your mates and your annoying little sister forcibly invited herself to play, not that it matters since it immediately goes to shit and you panic-call an old biker friend (shady af by the way) who sorts it out, your sister promptly hooks up with him—

Nessa was in it for shits and giggles.

[totallynotanthelion]

Waiting for Gramps to arrive for the banquet

Does this count as family bonding? (feat. Father refusing to be a crab)

[son-of-natalie]

Who is Percy chasing in the Lotus Casino and why do I feel like it could be Mr. D?