#Muse: Aegis

[hydrasslutbin]

Buried Pasts, Don't Often Stay Buried

@inhumanhacker To say that Jason Krieger Long was an outcast was an understatement. Specific reasons as to why were mainly his attitude. Everything else about him was so redacted in red and black ink that it would even make the Black Widow blush. The only person who knew the full story about Jason, at least up to a certain point? Was the leader of the field teams, Agent Phil Coulson, and Director Fury themselves. Having Coulson as his direct Handler proved nearly catastrophic as Jason hated his guts. Not the petty kind, no. Hate that was thick enough to see. Yet? Eventually, Agent Coulson had to stand down along with Jason. Again, for reasons that the team was not privy to. Now that there was a new tasking, Jason was asked (not ordered) to come to Coulson's office, where he would be given a new handler as an asset, since he was not an Agent but still had high-level clearance but not access. Daisy was given their mission and task. To infiltrate a Hydra base that was reactivated. They would be given new equipment and tools, showing the significant challenge they would face. Before they went into the equipment area to change into their new suits, Coulson pulled Daisy aside. "Look, you are going into hell with a demon beside you...if at anytime, he (Jason) does not comply. I need you to remember and say these words around him..."Grauer Stern" (gray star) , Schwarz Dunkle Nacht (black dark night), "Stille schlüsselfertig Got it? Repeat it to me."

[autonomousxselves]

So which one of you is going to tie her ribbons now

[ofdraiocht]

@asterisque

He did hear him and he's still walking away. Just walking around the room to see how long Vicious is just going to follow him around instead of just taking it back. It was amusing.

Maaaybe he'll even take a sip out of it.

[charlataninred]

Lowkey get annoyed when people point out my (irl) name doesn’t sound how it’s spelled. Bc yes it does, you’re just expecting it to follow English pronunciation rules.

[soraeia]

Question!

Are there any independent assassin muses or assassin-y guilds in the royal au, bc Damian and/or Aufren would like to hire.

There’s that thing where Namodian officials put a hitlist on those who forge/are capable of forging Aidonean glass outside of Namodia and yeah….Dame and Aufren very much would like to keep them in their company.

[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

let it be known that j.iaoqiu can shamelessly drop food and medical puns into conversations if the situation fits, and no he will not apologize for it

[bravewolfvesperia]

🌙 Transgressor Yuri moodboard. 🌙

[asterisque-arch]

“Can someone please be proud of me? Like fuck, I’m trying.” aegis @ vicious

𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

"I know." Vicious isn't very good at... this. Emotions, feelings, comfort, all those feelings that are made to be soft and helpful, not violent and angry.

But; something inside him broke a little bit seeing the distress on Aegis' face, in his words, so, he decided he'd try, if only for him. He might be pretty bad at it and maybe it will only make things harder, but he'll try as hard as Aegis is trying himself.

That's the least he could do for the knight.

"I've seen you, I mean, I've been watchin' ya all along, and I know yer tryin' and I'm proud of ya, even if I don't say it." It sounded so stupid and gross coming from him, Aegis better listen there and good, because he wasn't going to repeat himself, or at the very least, not in the forseeable future.

"We all are." Then the Great Transgressor took the other in his arms, hugging him close to him as much as possible. Hugs are supposed to comfort people, right? So he was doing it, even if awkward and probably incredibly uncomfortable, he'd do it.

Aegis needed to know how much his words were wrong and how much Vicious thought the whole opposite of them.

[metanoianmayhem]

Random Thoughts

I miss internet forums.

Not just the anonymity of it - before FB or FB being less popular so you had smaller microcosms even there and less of real life

I miss being in spaces with older queers telling stories of their triads. Of their predilections - stories of their lives.

I still have little flashes of memories from it. "Lost my virginity in the back of a van going 60 miles per hours, the condom was watermelon" "I love sex, but my partner has no interest at all." "We all love each other, so there's no reason to be just one." I remember talking about comics, about books.

About things as they were now for us - of how they were.

I spent a lot of time on forums and little slices of other peoples lives that didn't entitle you to all of them - but they held little pieces of you, too.

I miss the way communities formed then. We have them now, but as the enshittification of the internet trudges onward, it seems that the edges get shaved off.

Don't get me wrong - I enjoy parts of discord life, but it's always something to track thru. And I just don't treat them the same way.

I dunno. Feeling nostalgic for something that I don't think will be again. What a waste. But sometimes I think (know) the point is disenfranchisement of communities. After all, being able to compare notes and ask questions is the death of authority a lot of the time.

[shdwtouch]

video game characters I would die for that have a unique relationship with death: red from banishers, kena from bridge of spirits, aegis from steel rising

[assimilatedhardship]

Confess your secrets to me and I'll tell you what you need to hear

Tagged by: @altosk (any muse, given to Aegis!) Tagging: the same people I already tagged on Yuri's blog :P

this does not have to be the end of you

you did not deserve that, you did not deserve any of that. one of these days you will feel safe again, you will open your heart and you will find it everywhere. do not be afraid - there is so much love and warmth searching for a way to get to you.

[talesofourworlds]

"Well, hello Cocoa," Aegis greeted the little brown kitten. He knelt down to Cocoa's height once he was close enough to the kitten to do so, and he reached a hand out to gently rub him behind the ears. Aegis felt like he would have been a pretty good pet owner, had his family actually had any when he was younger. Oh well... this would do just as well as helping to care for Meakyu had.

"Thank you. I appreciate you opening your home to me like this," he said in response to the offer. When was the last time he'd watched any TV? Probably a while ago at that point. He considered offering to help with the cake, but it sounded like Black Star had things handled. Her little cabin also was... well, pretty little. Since that was the case, Aegis didn't want to crowd things by moving around the kitchen with her.

"Would it be correct to assume you've lived here for a while?" Oh, Aegis had no idea. He decided to settle on the couch, leaving himself open to potential kitty interactions before he watched some TV.

"Yep, that's right!" Chirps the alien, giving Aegis a nod as she steps inside. Quickly striding straight ahead would be her kitchen, where Black Star would put down the bags of ingredients. Of course as soon as the Gem began to head further into the cabin, most of Black Star's cars would follow her. While a dark brown kitten would rub it's head against the side of Aegis's leg, this was Cocoa.

"Thank you so much, Aegis." Said Black Star, crouching down and petting the felines that were circled around her. When she looked up again, the alien giggled at what she saw. "That's Cocoa, I think she likes you!" At the mention of her name, the kitten perked her ears up and mewed at Aegis.

"I just need.. maybe an hour, and your cake will be ready!" Hollers Black Star from the kitchen, which wasn't very far away. Her log cabin she lived in was relatively small, but had enough space for her and her pets. The abode was primarily an open floor plan with her bedroom, a bathroom, and a small loft towards the right side of the cabin.

"You can watch TV in the living room or kick back on the couch, if you want!"

[beautyofaphrodite]

Homeric Hymn to Aphrodite

Translated by Gregory Nagy

Muse, tell me the things done by golden Aphrodite,

the one from Cyprus, who arouses sweet desire for gods

and who subdues the races of mortal humans,

and birds as well, who fly in the sky, as well as all beasts

5 —all those that grow on both dry land and the sea [pontos].

They all know the things done by the one with the beautiful garlands, the one from Kythera.

But there are three whose phrenes she cannot win over or deceive.

The first is the daughter of aegis-bearing Zeus, bright-eyed Athena.

For she takes no pleasure in the things done by golden Aphrodite.

10 What does please her is wars and what is done by Ares,

battles and fighting, as well as the preparation of splendid pieces of craftsmanship.

For she was the first to teach mortal humans to be craftsmen

in making war-chariots and other things on wheels, decorated with bronze.

And she it is who teaches maidens, tender of skin, inside the palaces,

15 the skill of making splendid pieces of craftsmanship, putting it

firmly into each one’s mind [phrên].

The second is the renowned Artemis, she of the golden shafts: never

has she been subdued in lovemaking [philotês] by Aphrodite, lover of smiles [to whom smiles are phila].

For she takes pleasure in the bow and arrows, and the killing of wild beasts in the mountains,

as well as lyres, groups of singing dancers, and high-pitched shouts of celebration.

20 Also shaded groves and the city of dikaioi men.

The third one not to take pleasure in the things done by Aphrodite is that young Maiden full of aidôs,

Hestia, who was the first-born child of Kronos, the one with the crooked mêtis,

as well as the last and youngest, through the Will [boulê] of Zeus, holder of the aegis.

She was the Lady who was wooed by Poseidon and Apollo.

25 But she was quite unwilling, and she firmly refused.

She had sworn a great oath, and what she said became what really happened.

She swore, as she touched the head of her father Zeus, the aegis-bearer,

that she would be a virgin for all days to come, that illustrious goddess.

And to her Father Zeus gave a beautiful honor, as a compensating substitute for marriage.

30 She is seated in the middle of the house, getting the richest portion.

And in all the temples of the gods she has a share in the tîmê.

Among all the mortals, she is the senior goddess.

These are the three [goddesses] that she [Aphrodite] could not persuade in their phrenes.

As for all the rest, there is nothing that has escaped Aphrodite:

35 none of the blessed gods nor any of mortal humans.

She even led astray the noos of Zeus, the one who delights in the thunder,

the one who is the very greatest and the one who has the very greatest tîmê as his share.

But even his well-formed phrenes are deceived by her, whenever she wants,

as she mates him with mortal women with the greatest of ease,

40 unbeknownst to Hera, his sister and wife,

who is the best among all the immortal goddesses in her great beauty.

She was the most glorious [kudos-filled] female to be born to Kronos, the one with the crooked mêtis,

and to her mother, Rhea. And Zeus, the one whose resources are inexhaustible [a-phthi-ta],

made her his honorable wife, one who knows the ways of affection.

45 But even upon her [Aphrodite] Zeus put sweet desire in her thûmos

—desire to make love to a mortal man, so that

not even she may go without mortal lovemaking

and get a chance to gloat at all the other gods,

with her sweet laughter, Aphrodite, lover of smiles,

50 boasting that she can make the gods sleep with mortal women,

who then bear mortal sons to immortal fathers,

and how she can make the goddesses sleep with mortal men.

And so he [Zeus] put sweet desire in her thûmos—desire for Anchises.

At that time, he [Anchises] was herding cattle at the steep peaks of Mount Ida, famous for its many springs.

55 To look at him and the way he was shaped was like looking at the immortals.

When Aphrodite, lover of smiles, saw him,

she fell in love with him. A terrible desire seized her in her phrenes.

She went to Cyprus, entering her temple fragrant with incense,

to Paphos. That is where her sacred precinct is, and her altar, fragrant with incense.

60 She went in and closed the shining doors.

Then the Kharites [‘Graces’] bathed her and anointed her with oil

—the kind that gives immortality, glistening on the complexion of the gods, who last for all time.

Immortal it was, giver of pleasures, and it had the fragrance of incense.

Then she wrapped all her beautiful clothes around her skin.

65 She was decked out in gold, Aphrodite, lover of smiles.

She rushed toward Troy, leaving behind fragrant Cyprus.

Making her way with the greatest of ease, high up among the clouds.

She arrived at Mount Ida, famous for its many springs, nurturing mother of beasts.

She went straight for the herdsmen’s homestead, up over the mountain. Following her came

70 gray wolves and lions with fierce looks, fawning on her;

bears too, and nimble leopards, who cannot have their fill of devouring deer,

came along. Seeing them, she was delighted in her thûmos, inside her phrenes,

and she put desire where their hearts were. So they all

went off in pairs and slept together in shaded nooks.

75 She in the meantime came to the well-built shelters

and found him [Anchises] left all alone at the herdsmen’s homestead,

that hero [hêrôs] Anchises, who had the beauty of the gods.

All the others [the other herdsmen] went after the herds, along the grassy pastures,

while he was left all alone at the herdsmen’s homestead,

80 pacing back and forth, playing tunes on his lyre that pierce the inside.

She stood before him, the daughter of Zeus, Aphrodite,

looking like an unwed maiden in size of length and appearance.

She did not want him to notice [verb of noos] her with his eyes and be frightened of her.

When Anchises saw her he was filled with wonder as he took note

85 of her appearance and size of length and splendid clothes.

For she wore a robe that was more resplendent than the brightness of fire.

She had twisted brooches, and shiny earrings in the shape of flowers.

Around her tender throat were the most beautiful necklaces.

It [her robe] was a thing of beauty, golden, decorated with every sort of design. Like the moon

90 it glowed all around her tender breasts, a marvel to behold.

Seized with love, Anchises said to her:

“Hail, my Lady, you who come here to this home, whichever of the blessed ones you are,

Artemis or Leto or golden Aphrodite

or Themis of noble birth or bright-eyed Athena.

95 Or perhaps you are one of the Kharites, you who have come here. They are the ones

who keep company with all the gods and are called immortal.

Or you are one of those Nymphs who range over beautiful groves,

or one of those Nymphs who inhabit this beautiful mountain,

and the fountainheads of rivers and grassy meadows.

100 For you, on some high peak, in a spot with a view going all round,

I will set up an altar, and I will perform for you beautiful sacrifices

every year as the season [hôrâ] comes round. And I wish that you in turn may have a kindly-disposed thûmos towards me.

Grant that I become a man who is distinguished among the Trojans.

Make the genealogy that comes after me become a flourishing one. And make me

105 live a very long life and see the light of the sun,

blessed [olbios] in the midst of the people. And let me arrive at the threshold of old age.”

Then Aphrodite, daughter of Zeus, answered him:

“Anchises, most glorious of earth-born men!

I am no goddess. Why do you liken me to the female immortals?

110 No, I am a mortal. The mother that bore me was a woman.

My father is Otreus, famed for his name. Maybe you have heard of him.

He rules over all of Phrygia, with its strong-walled fortresses.

But I know your language as well as my own.

The nursemaid who brought me up in the palace was a Trojan. Ever since I was a small child,

115 she brought me up, having taken me from my philê mother.

That is why I know your language as well as my own.

But then, the one with the golden wand, the Argos-killer [Hermes], abducted me,

taking me from a festival of song and dance in honor of Artemis, the one with the golden arrows.

There were many of us nymphs there, maidens worth many cattle as bride-price.

120 We were having a good time, and a crowd so large that you couldn’t count them was standing around us in a circle.

Then it was that the one with the golden wand, the Argos-killer, abducted me.

He carried me over many fields of mortal humans

and over vast stretches of land unclaimed and unsettled, where wild beasts,

eaters of raw flesh, roam about, in and out of their shaded lairs.

125 I thought that my feet would never again touch the earth, grower of grain.

And he [Hermes] said that I, in your bed, the bed of Anchises, would be called your

lawfully-wedded wife, and that I would give you splendid children.

But once he [Hermes] pointed this out and made note of it, straightaway

he went back, that powerful Argos-killer, to that separate group, the immortals.

130 I in the meantime reached you here, and there is an overpowering compulsion that I have in me.

In the name of Zeus, in the name of your parents, I appeal to you as I touch your knees.

Your parents must be noble, for base ones could never have conceived such a one as you.[12]

Take me, virgin that I am, inexperienced in making love [philotês ],

and show me to your father and to your caring mother

135 and to your brothers, those born from the same parents.

I will not be an unseemly in-law for them, but a seemly one indeed.

And send a messenger quickly to the Phrygians, trainers of swift horses,

to tell my father and my mother, however much she grieves.

They will send you plenty of gold, and woven clothing as well.

140 Take these abundant and splendid things as dowry.

After you have done so, prepare a lovely wedding-feast

that gives tîmê to both humans and immortals.”

After she said these things, she put sweet desire in his thûmos,

and Anchises was seized with love. He said these words, calling out to her:

145 “If you are mortal, and if a woman was the mother who gave birth to you,

and if Otreus is your father, famed for his name, as you say he is,

and if you have come here because of the Immortal Conductor [of psûkhai],

Hermes, and if you are to be called my wife for all days to come,

then it is impossible for any god or any mortal human

150 to hold me back, right here, from joining with you in making love [philotês],

right now, on the spot—not even if the one who shoots from afar, Apollo himself,

takes aim from his silver bow and shoots his arrows that bring misery.

Then, O lady who looks like the gods, I would willingly,

once I have been in your bed, go down into the palace of Hades below.”

155 So saying, he took her by the hand. And Aphrodite, lover of smiles,

went along, with her face turned away and her eyes downcast,

towards the bed, all nicely made, which had already been arranged for the lord,[13]

all nicely made with soft covers.[14] And on top lay skins of

bears and lions, who roar with their deep voices,

160 which he himself had killed on the lofty mountainsides.

And when they went up into the sturdy bed,

he first took off the jewelry shining on the surface of her body

—the twisted brooches and the shiny earrings in the shape of flowers.

Then he undid her girdle and her resplendent garments.

165 He stripped them off and put them on a silver-studded stool,

Anchises did. And then, by the will of the gods and by fate [aisa],

he lay next to the immortal female, mortal male that he was. He did not know what he was really doing.

But when the time comes for herdsmen to drive back to the fold

their cattle and sturdy sheep, back from the flowery pastures,

170 then it was that she [Aphrodite] poured sweet sleep over Anchises,

sweet and pleasurable. She in the meantime put back on her beautiful clothes, which covered again the surface of her body.

Now that her skin was again beautifully covered over, the resplendent goddess

stood by the bed, and the well-built roof-beam

—her head reached that high up.[15] And beauty shone forth from her cheeks

175 —an immortal beauty, the kind that marks the one with the beautiful garlands, the goddess from Kythera.

Then she woke him from his sleep and called out to him, saying:

“Rise up, son of Dardanos! Why do you sleep such a sleep without awakening?

See if I look like

what you noticed [verb of noos] when you first saw me with your eyes.”

180 So she spoke, and he, fresh out of his sleep, straightaway heeded her word.

As soon as he saw the neck and the beautiful eyes of Aphrodite,

he was filled with fright and he turned his eyes away, in another direction.

Then he hid his beautiful face with a cloak [khlaina],

and, praying to her, addressed her with winged words:

185 “The first time I ever laid eyes on you, goddess,

I knew you were a god. But you did not speak to me accurately.

Now I appeal to you by touching your knees, in the name of Zeus the holder of the aegis,

don’t let me become disabled [without menos],[16] don’t let me live on like that among humans!

Please, take pity! I know that no man is full of life, able,[17]

190 if he sleeps with immortal goddesses.”

He was answered by the daughter of Zeus, Aphrodite:

“Anchises, most glorious of mortal humans!

Take heart, and do not be too afraid in your phrenes.

You should have no fear of that I would do any kind of bad thing to you,

195 or that any of the the other blessed ones would. For you are philos indeed to the gods.

And you will have a philos son, who will be king among the Trojans.

And following him will be generations after generations for all time to come.

His name will be Aineias [Aeneas], since it was an unspeakable [ainos][18] akhos that took hold of me—grief that I had fallen into the bed of a mortal man.

200 And yet, of all mortal humans, the closest to the gods by far

are those who come from your family line,[19] both in looks and in constitution.[20]

Why, there was blond Ganymede, whom Zeus the master of mêtis

abducted on account of his beauty, so that he may be together with the immortal ones,

as wine-pourer for the gods in the palace of Zeus,[21]

205 a wonder to behold, given his share of tîmê by all the immortals,

pouring red nectar from a golden mixing-bowl.

Tros [Ganymede’s father] was gripped in his phrenes by a penthos that is beyond forgetting. He did not know

where the miraculous gust of wind took his philos son, abducting him.

He [Tros] mourned him [Ganymede] without pause, for all days,

210 and Zeus took pity on him: he gave him a compensation for his son,

a set of high-stepping horses whom the gods use for their travels.

These horses he [Zeus] gave him [Tros] as a gift to keep. And he [Tros] was told all the details of what happened,

at the behest of Zeus, by the Argos-killer, the Conductor [of psûkhai].

He was told that he [Ganymede] would be immortal and ageless, just like the gods.

215 And when he [Tros] heard the message of Zeus,

he no longer lamented but was happy within his phrenes,

and merrily did he ride around, in a chariot drawn by horses with feet swift as a gust of wind,

In much the same way was Tithonos abducted by Eos [the Dawn Goddess], she of the golden embroidery.

He too belonged to your family line, looking like the immortal ones.

220 Then she went with a request to the Son of Kronos [Zeus], him of the dark clouds,

asking that he [Tithonos] become immortal and live for all days to come.

Zeus nodded yes to her and brought to fulfillment the words of her wish.

Too bad that her thinking was disconnected! The Lady Eos did not notice [verb of noos] in her phrenes

that she should have asked for adolescence [hêbê] and a stripping away of baneful old age.

225 Well, for a while he [Tithonos] held on to adolescence [hêbê] ,

enjoying Eos, the one with the gold embroidery, the one early-born.

He lived at the streams of the Okeanos, and the ends of the earth.

But when the first strands of gray hair started growing

from his beautiful head and his noble chin,

230 then the Lady Eos stopped coming to his bed.

But she nourished him, keeping him in her palace,

with grain and ambrosia. And she gave him beautiful clothes.

But when hateful old age was pressing hard on him, with all its might,

and he couldn’t move his limbs, much less lift them up,

235 then in her thûmos she thought up this plan, a very good one indeed:

she put him in her chamber, and she closed the shining doors over him.

From there his voice pours out—it seems never to end—and he has no strength at all,

the kind he used to have in his limbs when they could still bend.

I would not choose that you [Anchises] be that way, amongst the immortal ones,

240 immortal and living for all days to come.[25]

If you could only stay the way you are, in looks and constitution,

staying alive as my lawfully-wedded husband,

then akhos would not have to envelop me and my sturdy phrenes.

But now wretched old age will envelop you,

245 pitilessly, just as it catches up with every man.

It is baneful, it wears you down, and even the gods shrink back from it.

As for me, I will have a great disgrace [oneidos], in the eyes of the immortal ones,

a disgrace that will last for all days to come, without end, all on account of you.

My trysts and stratagems [mêtis pl.] with which I used to get all

250 the immortal gods mated with mortal women,

used to be feared by them [the gods]. For my power of noos used to subdue all of them.

But now my mouth can never again boast

about this among the immortals. I have gone very far off the track,

in a wretched and inexcusable way. I have strayed from my noos.

255 I got myself a child beneath my girdle, having slept with a male mortal.

As for him [the child], the moment he sees the light of the sun,

Nymphs, living in the mountains and wearing low-slung girdles, will raise him

—Nymphs that live on this great and fertile mountain.

They associate neither with mortals nor with immortals,

260 they live for a long time, and they eat immortal food.

They put on a beautiful song and dance, even by the standards of the immortals.

They mate with Seilênoi or with the sharp-sighted Argos-killer,

making love [philotês] in the recesses of lovely caves.

When they are born, firs and oaks with lofty boughs

265 spring out of the earth, that nurturer of men.

Beautiful trees, flourishing on high mountains,

they stand there pointing to the sky, and people call them the sacred places

of the immortal ones. Mortals may not cut them down with iron.

But when the fate [moira] of death is at hand for them,

270 these beautiful trees become dry, to start with,

and then their bark wastes away, and then the branches drop off,

and, at the same time, the psûkhê goes out of them, as it leaves the light of the sun.

These [the Nymphs] will raise my son, keeping him in their company.

And when adolescence [hêbê], full of loveliness, first takes hold of him,

275 the goddesses [the Nymphs] will take him here to you and show you your child.

As for you, in order that I may tell you in the proper order everything that I have in my phrenes,

I too will come back to you as the fifth anniversary approaches, bringing you your son.

And the moment you see this young seedling [Aineias/Aeneas] with your eyes,

you will be happy to look at him. For he will be very godlike.

280 And straightaway you shall take him to windy Ilion.

And if any mortal human asks you

what mother got your philos son beneath her girdle,

keep in mind [root mnê-] to tell him as I command you.

Say that he is the offspring of one of the flower-faced Nymphs

285 who live on this beautiful mountain, shaded over by forests.

But if you say out loud and boast, with a thûmos bereft of phrenes,

that you made love [philotês] to the Lady of Kythera, the one with the beautiful garlands,

then Zeus in his anger will smite you with a smoking thunderbolt.

Now then, everything has been said to you. You take note [verb of noos] in your phrenes.

290 And refrain from naming me. Avoid the mênis of the gods.”

So saying, she bolted away towards the windy sky.

I wish you kharis [‘I wish you pleasure and happiness from our relationship, starting now’], goddess, you who rule over beautifully-colonized Cyprus.

Having started with you, I will now go on to the rest of my performance.

[aliciavance4228]

Some of my Favourite Vases

1. This one in which Gaea gives Erichthonius to Athena

Not only that this is one of the few depictions of her in which she doesn’t look like she's going to attack you, but she wears her Aegis backwards, probably not to scare little Erichthonius.

2. Clio reading

She's the Muse of History so imagine her spending ten years writing The Iliad, only to start writing The Odyssey right after that. We don't give her enough credit for her work.

3. Helen hatching from the egg

Girl is seconds old and she's already slaying.

4. (Probably) Eros being beaten with a slipper

The favourite weapon of your mother since ancient times.

5. Heracles beating an old man

For some reason Heracles is sometimes depicted chasing after an old man and then beating him. Many people consider that this is Geras. In this case it would be hilarious since Heracles is already wrestling one of his siblings, Thanatos, in some versions of a greek myth.

6. This tiny little dancer

You are the dancing queen

Young and sweet

Very short and greek

7. Athena standing, writing on wax-tablets, her shield leaning against her hips

She looks like the ultimate nerd here.

8. Hades and Persephone working together to tend fields, with Hades adding fertilizer and Persephone plowing the land

You know for a matter of fact that either Persephone or Demeter forced him to do that.

[mythology-freaky-lady]

ATHENA

Athena, in Roman mythology known as Minerva, was a daughter of Zeus and Metis (Oceanid of good thoughts).

Patronage, symbols and epithets

Athena was a goddess of wisdom, fair war, warfare, crafts, intelligence, warcraft, strategy, protector and mentor of heroes and patron of the Athens

She was associated with owls, snakes and sometimes horses, olive tree. On ancient paintings and vases she was pictured with a spear, helmet, armor, Aegis (shield with Medusa's head) and chariot.

The epithets that were used to describe were:

Pallas (young woman or brandish) - connected with a friend Athena had while training with Amazons (in other sources they were childhood friends)

Glaukopis (bright eye) - connected with the owl that represented Athena

Parthenos (virgin)

Polias (of the city)

Hippia (of the horses) - connected with her creating bit, bridle and saddle

Family

Athena's father was Zeus and her mother was Metis. Due to those two, her sibling-uncle-aunt-cousin list was very long.

Zeus had many children so from his side it would look like this:

Siblings from Zeus's side: Ares, Apollo, Artemis, Hephaestus, Hebe, Hermes, Dionysus, Muses, Horae, Charities, Persephone, Eileithyia, Heracles and many more

Aunts/uncles from Zeus's side: Hestia, Hera, Demeter, Hades, Poseidon

In some sources, it's said that Metis also had a son, Porus. That makes him Athena's brother.

Siblings from Metis's side: Porus

Aunts/uncles from Metis's side: 49 Oceanides, Potamol

Children

Even though it's said that Athena was a virgin goddess, which is true BUT.....she was raped, by her own brother, Hephaestus.

When he let Athena out of Zeus's head, he immediately fell for her. He asked the father to let him marry her but Zeus was clever enough to notice that Athena, his favourite daughter, was very disgusted by Hephaestus and he said 'no'. God of Fire was very sad about that but he didn't give up. Whenever he could, he would try to seduce the Goddess of Wisdom. Athen was saying 'no' every time. One time, when she visited Hephaestus in his forge to request some weapon, he tried again. She stood high and left but he followed her and tried to rape her. She pushed him off but a bit of his semen fell on her skin. (In "Percy Jackson's Greek Gods" it's said that Hephaestus wiped his nose in her dress.) Athena wiped the fluids with a scrap of wool and threw it down on the Earth. That's how Erichthonius, future ruler of Athens was born.

Birth

Zeus, threatened by Kronos's words about the King's child taking his throne, decided to swallow pregnant Metis to get rid of the 'problem'. But, as an Oceanid of good thoughts, Metis gave birth to Athena then turned herself into a thought and moved into Zeus's head then somehow left. Baby Athena followed Metis's steps and travelled to King's head, where she grew up and became a big, annoying headache. Zeus, tired from the pain, asked his son, Hephaestus, to open his skull to see what was wrong. He listened and how surprised everyone was when a fully armored goddess jumped out of Zeus's head.

Myths

1. Arachne

Arachne was a Libyan princess who was saying that her weaving was better than Athena's. The goddess was pissed and accepted Arachne's challenge. Unluckily for Arachne, Athena couldn't find any flaw in the princess's work so she destroyed her work in anger. Arachne was so ashamed that she hung herself. Athena then turned her into a spider and let her weave for the rest of her life.

2. Medusa

Medusa, one of the three Gorgons, was a very beautiful woman, some say she was an Athena's temple maiden. One day, after the competition between Athena and Poseidon about patronage over Athens, Sea God was so angry at his nephew, that he decided to make her feel the same. So with his natural flirt going, he approached Medusa and started to mess around. After some time he led unaware Medusa to Athena's temple that she was working at and started to indicate a sexual act. She was very opposed to that, that was Athena's sacred place and she knew that it was risky. Poseidon was pressuring her, saying that Athena was busy and she wouldn't mind or so. Still, she didn't agree to anything, as many may agree, she was raped. Athena, who wasn't so busy, saw what was happening in her temple. Blinded with anger, she turned Medusa into a monster we know her as, the woman with snakes on her head and the eyes that turn into a stone. But was it really Medusa's fault?

3. Athens

Poseidon and Athena were rather enemies when it comes to patronage over the city. They both wanted to be patrons of Athens so they set a contest. Who will give the best gift to the city? Poseidon gave the city salt water and horses, Athena gave them an olive tree. Well, Athenians chose the tree. That's how she got the patronage.

Those are just a few myths with Athena in them, I can provide a little more if you're interested.

Art

Credit to the artists (IrenHorrors on DeviantArt, two others I couldn't find the author)

Author's talking

Hello! I decided to start with my favourite goddess and my protector as a pagan.

I hope you like my work here, if you have any questions, advice or want to say anything, just let me know or say so.

If you want to see any specific god, goddess, creature or deity, just let me know, either in the comments, anon asks or DMs.

Have fun!

[not-that-dillinger]

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@not-that-dillinger Continued from here because it apparently doesn't want me to reblog it...

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