#almighty-aphrodite

[pant--eater]

binging the Hercules series + the official Hercules comics by Dynamite studios has sure been a blast

[a-sip-of-ambrosia]

without the gods i feel empty.

without the gods i feel helpless.

i feel weak. torn. broken. hallow.

and most definitely not myself.

i never realized how much i depended on their love, blessings and protection until i was forced to pull away from them for a couple weeks due to family reasons.

however, alone was the one thing i never felt. they were still watching over me even when i wasn't able to pray or give them offerings everyday, i still thought of them like they never left.

Lady Aphrodite loved me.

Father Zeus protected me.

Lady Athena kept me sane.

Lord Hypnos allowed me rest.

Lady Hestia kept my home safe.

Lord Hermes watched over me.

i fell sick and my leg became infected leading me to not be able to walk but, there's a reason i've been healing so quickly—Lord Apollo is looking out for me.

the gods are always watching over you no matter what. it doesn't matter if you didn't pray or if you couldn't offer; as long as they are in your hearts, they will hold you tightly in their holy arms and love you. i promise.

i don't know how to thank my deities but i hope they know how much i am indebted to them.

praise the Almighty Gods!

2024/06/27

[angrygirlromero]

BASTARD LOVE, CHAPTER ONE

WARNING: grammar mistakes, violence, suggestive content! MDNI

It had almost been a year since Ares had visited Demitra, since then the daughter of Hera had spend her days helping and guiding young campers through their tasks and training hard in her sparring lessons with Clarisse. The Hera cabin was one of the biggest cabins at camp being detailed with fancy and skilled statues on the outside and beautiful and elegant details on the inside, Demitra sat on the large white couch that was displayed at the very center of the cabin, her smooth and soft fingers tangled in Luke's curly mess of hair as she twisted and curled locks of his dark hair between the tips of her fingers, her gaze every so focused on the boy that laid his head on her lap.

Her other free hand traced the scar on the side of the Hermes boy's face as she studied his handsome features, his eyes were held closed and the expression displayed of his face made him look at peace as he laid there. "Your fingers are so soft" mumbled Luke in his sleepy haze, his eyes still shut as a small chuckle erupted from Demitra's chest.

"You know, you should be in bed by now Councilor, you'd get in big trouble if they ever found you here at such a scandalous hour" teased the daughter of Hera, at her words the son of Hermes smirked his eyes opening slowly attempting to adjust to the dim light of the cabin, his dark orbs meeting her dark green ones, Luke Castellan had never though about having a favorite color before but from the moment he met Demitra all those years ago and she looked at him with such beautiful eyes, that very day he had deemed green to be his favorite color for the rest of his miserable demigod life.

His eyes scanned from her eyes to her perfect eyes brows, her perfect nose, to her perfect lips, his eyes danced upon her skin in amazement, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen" state Luke causing Demitra to blush a deep shade of red, Luke smiled softly raising his hand up to her flushed cheek, "you're even more beautiful when you smile, and blush" said Luke with an enamored look displayed on his handsome face, Aphrodite was most certainly at play at that moment and her brother's words echoed in her head as Luke held her face in his large hands, "And keep that Hermes boy close, he's quite infatuated with you, sister."

Demitra smiled shyly down at Luke as she rubbed the pads of her fingers over the rough stubble that had began growing out on the Hermes boy's chin, "This is new" stated Demitra tilting her head at the rough sensation on her fingers, Luke chuckling at her words "You like it?" asked the curious boy "I love everything about you Castellan" stated Demitra, passing on the opportunity to flush on to Luke.

Demitra let out a playful gasp at the sigh, "the almighty Luke Castellan is blushing?!" exclaimed the daughter of Hera, with a childish giggle. Luke stared at her with pure love in his dark eyes, "Only for you pretty girl" he said to which Demitra shook her head, "Always such a sweet talker" "I mean the things that I say" "I hope so."

As if on time Chris bursted into the cabin in a breathlessly state, the son of Hermes rested a hand on his leg and the other on the statue that stood tall and beautifully at the entrance of the cabin as he breathed out harshly, lifting his head slightly to the couple that now both stared at him Luke slowly sitting up from his comfortable position, confusion clearly evident on his face as he stared at his brother, "Chris? what's the matter?" questioned Luke.

And to the couple's amusement Chris raised his hand in the air that was once rested on his leg indicating that he needed a few more second to catch his breath, "Chi- Chiron, sent me- there's a new camper, he uhh" Chris paused between his breaths, "breath Chris" instructed Demitra lifting herself from the couch, she was calm as she approached the Hermes boy with Luke trailing closely behind her. As if on command a large gush of wind filled the air flowing through Chris lungs causing him to take a deep breath before calming down, now being able to stand up straight and tall to his fullest hight.

Chris smiled gratefully at Demitra, "Thanks Demi" he said to which the daughter of Hera responded with a bright smile, "As you were saying Chris" said Luke as he gave his brother a bored look as he flirted with his girl, "Oh yeah sorry for interrupting you guys, I wouldn't if I didn't have to, you see Chiron just randomly showed up at the Cabins searching for Councilors and they couldn't find you, so to save your asses I had to run all the way out here to get you, oh and Chiron wants you to take a look at the new kid, Demi" rambled Chris.

"So we should get going I'd say the kid was kind of attacked by a  Minotaur" explained Chris, "What?! why didn't you say that earlier are the Apollo kids there with him is he alive?" exclaimed Demitra as she rushed over to nightstand where the Morning Glory sat beautifully, "He's injured I've heard but he's fine he took out the Minotaur" said Chris as Demitra picked up the flower it glowed a deep blue before turning to gold in her palms, the daughter of Hera quickly placed the flower in her hair placing it on the right side near her ear, rushing back to the two boys that stood at the door staring at her in awe, "What are you waiting for?! a kid is in danger" she exclaimed once more before rushing out of the cabin grabbing her slippers at the doorway she rushed down the dirt path with the sons of Hermes rushing after her.

"Oh come on I just got here" complained Chris as jogged behind Demitra. Soon enough they had arrived to the big house where a group of Councilors stood out front having a deep discussion with Chiron as Mr D stood there with a bored expression, "Chiron what happened?" asked Demitra making her presence known, at the sound of her voice the group of demigods parted like the red sea allowing her to make her way to confront Chiron, "Demitra you're finally here, The boy fought a Minotaur, he was injured, but he has been taken care of, he's inside. Grover tells us that he only challenged the creature because it killed his mother, he'll need support not only from you but from all of you" stated Chiron, "We don't need to be babying this new kid" said Mr. D.

"He should be treated like every other kid here, not given special treatment because of his sob story" said Mr. D, " Dionysus there is no need-" Chiron was interrupted by Demitra "As the only god here and as a authority you should know better than to be speaking like that  Dionysus" said Demitra with a stern look upon her face, "Every camper here has their own story to tell of how they ended up here. And the cause of that sob story is always because of people like you, so do us all a favor and return to your chambers, Dionysus" said Demitra holding her head high to which Mr. D did nothing but tilt his head with a smirk on his face as he watched Luke and Chris stand to her right with serious expressions, and to her left Clarisse stood protectively as if challenging him.

"I guess I hit a soft spot didn't I?" he smirked before walking off "You're no fun little sis" said Dionysus before he turned in a teasing manner making his way back to bed, "I apologize for his childishness everyone, you all have you're own story to tell so for now we all have be as welcoming as possible to this new kid, just don't make it obvious, we don't want to make him feel even worse" instructed Demitra to which all the Councilors nodded agreeing with her statement, "You have nothing to appologize for Demi, Mr. D has always been an ass" stated Clarisse attempting to comfort her friend, "Language La Rue" scolded Chiron to which Clarisse lifted her hands in defeat.

"Now that everything has been established he will be incorporating into the Hermes Cabin by tomorrow until he is claimed" said Chiron "you're all dismissed, thank you for your assistance" he said before turning to return to the house the group of sleepy demigods were quick to return to their cabins, Clarisse mumbling a small goodnight to Demitra before leaving only Chris, Luke and Demitra remaining, Demitra's eyes scanned the group of demigods before she turned to the two boys that had already been looking at her.

Her gaze fell onto the door of the infirmary, "You guys head on back to bed I'm gonna check up on him before I head back, just to see what he'll need" said the daughter of Hera, to which Chris smiled softly "Always such a mother" he said before walking past the couple taking a second to rumple Demitra's hair in a playful manner, to which Luke only glared at his back.

"Go on I'll be fine" she said giving Luke a sleepy grin, causing him to only shake his head at her before he wrapped his arms around her resting his chin on the top of her head, "Goodnight pretty girl take care, I'll see you in the morning" he said as he planted a loving kiss to her forehead, "Goodnight Castellan, and take care those campers of yours, no more sneaking off" she instructed, "Your wish is my command" he said bowing playfully before he walked off to his cabin.

Demitra inhaled deeply before she turned around finally removing her eyes from Luke's figure, she opened the door of the infirmary and in the middle of the row of beds was a sleeping boy, he looked to be no older than 12 years old, his face was twisted to one of worry even in his sleep, he was so young and vulnerable and whoever his godly parent was had left him to fend for himself, the boy with dark blond hair and freckles on his adorable face, Demitra's heart hurt for the boy.

She could clearly recall the night she had been brought to camp by her Satyr protector she was scared, terrified, she had no idea what lied behind the barrier of camp but she could recall the fear that corrupted her that night as hundreds of monsters tried to kill her. She was around 13 when her Satyr had picked her up from the orphanage and from then on hell broke loose, she could recall the thunder storm that boomed that night as she stabbed and killed monsters for what felt like hours, the most painful part was knowing he was watching, he stood by and watched her almost die, yet he had done nothing.

Demitra shook away the tears forming in her eyes as she brushed some of the stray curls that fell into the boys face. She had heard that he had put up a good fight, maybe he was a Ares kid, she wasn't sure he didn't look much like him physically, but just by looking at him she could tell that his mother was a beauty. As if on timing Demitra heard the wood behind her screech out, "You're loosing your touch Beth, you use to be much sneakier, I'm disappointed" spoke Demitra as she stared down at the boy not bothering to make eye contact with the Athena girl who removed her cap revealing herself.

"I didn't get a good look at him, and my touch never left I wanted you to know I was here" said Annabeth as she tilted her head down to stare at the boy, and as if feeling the weight of their gaze the boy rustled in his sleep, "You drool in your sleep" stated Annabeth to the half awake boy, "You could be nicer to him you know, he seems close to your age he might open up to you more" suggested Demitra, "Besides if I were your age and a cute guy made such and entrance at camp I would've been his friend in the matter of minutes" said Demitra with a playful tone.

Annabeth shook her head at her words, "Don't let Luke hear you, besides I'm not like you. I don't make friend so easily, and with the entrance he just had at camp he'll have a lot on his plate" said Annabeth keeping her gaze on the boy, "you never know what the gods have in store for us" said Demitra before turning on her heels to leave, "I'm gonna be here early tomorrow morning to bring him some stuff that he might need, Luke's gonna help me with the tour, you're welcome to join us" said Demitra, to which Annabeth only sighed not removing her gaze from the boy, "I'd rather not" "let me know if you change your mind little one" she said before leaving.

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a/n: so I'm starting a tag list for this series, feel free to comment and let me know if you'd like to added, if you have any mean comments please I ask you not to read and refrain yourself from commenting, if you have any questions or suggestions for this series feel free to message me I am always opened to new ideas or suggestions, this story is following mostly the tv series so if things don't match the book that might be why, and lastly I would like to apologize for any grammar errors in my writing, I hope you enjoy thank you for the support.

Tag list: @puppygirlstar @cecilla @random-girls-loves @purplerose291

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[buterccup]

Ocean child tears

A/N: The fight may not be in the right order- but I hope you all still enjoy it!

summary: Being the adopted child of the one and only Poseidon made a lot of people think you were just as cold-hearted as the Ocean tyrant. But during the third round of Ragnarok, and you witness something that you wished so many times to be a sick joke, the humans and gods finally saw who you were.

Warnings: Angst, death, blood, gore, swearing, slight comfort at the end?, Gn! reader.

Character(s): Poseidon x Young demigod! Reader(Platonic)

It was almost time for the third round, of what you thought were pointless battles. Even though the humans were reckless, greedy, wrathful, and pitiful you never saw a need to kill them all. You were human too. Well, Half.

And that was one of the reasons why you wondered why the almighty Poseidon took you under his wing. He despised humans so why would he accept you. But you digress, you were very grateful to him.

At first, of course, Poseidon had the reoccurring thought of killing you but since you were half god as well he thought otherwise. But the longer you followed him like a lost puppy the more he seemed to tolerate your presence than hate it then enjoyed it more than he used to tolerate it. He seemed to give you everything your non-existent parents couldn't. But one thing that you wished didn't come along with you once he adopted you was the simultaneous agreement from everyone else around you that you were just like him. Which was annoying, to say the least.

And you hated that fact that he was going to be fighting in the next match.

"Hey, [Name]~...[Name]. [Name]!"

"Has it started already?!"

"What? no- not yet anyways. But you have to stop daydreaming in these hallways." Loki's voice would tease you, a hint of annoyance in his voice after seeing you in the same spot he'd seen you the past 3 times beforehand. And although you were a halfling, as Loki likes to call it, you both surprisingly got along well. Sometimes.

You did nothing but let out a chuckle and look at Loki with a tired look, a churning feeling in your stomach starting to grow, and before you could say anything of your own the Norse god began to walk down the hallway with a smug smile on his face.

"Come on now, we don't want to be late for your Father's grand entrance!"

"Yeah, I'm coming."

You were a couple steps behind the god mischief as you entered the concrete box where the more important gods and goddesses sat, and if you were going to be honest with yourself you didn't know if you should be allowed to be sitting next to any of them.

"[Name], darling! You took quite a while to come back, are you alright?" Aphrodite's soft voice would call out to you as you took your seat next to Ares, the unshakeable feeling in your stomach getting worse once she asked.

"I'm fine, just fine..." you managed to mutter out, slouching back into your chair as you placed a hand on your stomach, Heimdall's booming voice grabbing man and maker's attention.

"...WELCOME TO ROUND THREE OF RAGNAROK!" Heimdall continued to speak like he was preaching as you started to smile a little, everything about him making him a great hype man in fights like these.

Hermes, being one if not the only person to see you smile, causing the smug servant to chuckle behind his hand.

"-SO LET'S BRING OUT OUR NEXT CHALLENGER!" this announcement makes you sit up properly in your seat this time, eager to see your father in the arena in the middle.

"HERE COMES GOD WARRIOR THREE! IT'S TIME TO GET WET!!" the last sentence Heimdall made causing you to look over at Loki to see if he made any reaction until the crashing of waves and the blinding light of a spotlight overtook your senses.

The water splits in two as you finally got to see your father making his way to the island arena, your eyes sparkling and your lips pulling up in a proud smile. You were very lucky that you had him as your father and you believed that no human, whoever it may be, would bring him to his knees.

Then the representative for the humans entered the stage from a wooden boat. And you must say he looked strong. Well as strong as an old man could look. And just like your father, Heimdall gave him too an amazing intro. So greatly spoken in fact that sometimes you wondered what side he was on.

Once the match officially started and your father's trident finally pierced through the Asian man's skin every god started to cheer for him. And who were you to not join in too? Causing the Gods in the spectator box to turn to your cheering figure. The only unfazed deities being Hermes and Loki. But once Poseidon turned around to give every single God that cheered for his victory a deadly glare for silence it went dead quiet, the only voice that could be heard though was yours.

The newer and uninformed gods and goddesses muttering words of shock.

"Who do they think they are?.."

"They're going to die!"

"They've done it now..."

"They must be important to be there but..."

"I've never seen a god like them before."

"It's because they're not..."

"Huh?"

But to say the least, everyone was shocked to see someone such as yourself ignore the almighty tyrant of the seas. But to their surprise, his gaze was much softer when he looked up at you before focusing on the battle. Leaving you unharmed with no threats thrown your way.

"Lord Poseidon!"

You were clearly showing off the perks of being his child.

"Father Poseidon! Papa!"

"What is it, child?" Poseidon called out to you with a sigh as you ran up to him with a face of pure joy, something clearly in your hands, the closer you got the clearer how wet they were. Bringing them up to him with such pride as you wave them in his face, small droplets of water landing on his face.

"A gift papa Poseidon!" you proudly state as your hands shake but soon stopped as you squeezed your hands tighter. "Lord...But a gift? Show me, child." he reminded you quietly but that didn't stop him from wanting to know what you have gotten him.

And with no hesitation, you showed the god his gift. A... baby Pacu fish? At first, the tyrant was confused and somewhat worried but once he looked longer at the false piranha look alike he knew he didn't need to be too worried.

He just picked up the poor creature and put it back in a water pool next to him.

"Do you like it? It's so cute!" he would then hear you ask, your bright smile never leaving your small chubby face as you stared into the body of water, watching the baby fish swim around. "Yes. It's nice. But you can't just pick up random fishes." he then says, not wanting you to pick up something that could harm you, as he grips his trident and bonked you on the head with the flat side of it gently. The coldness of the metal comforts you.

"ehe! Okay, papa oh- Lord Poseidon!"

"Good...Well done, child."

It was mid-way through the third round, and the prideful smile you had before had been replaced with a worried frown the human had been dodging every single attack, almost like Adam, but less flawlessly. Seemingly memorized every single movement and attack of your father in his head.

The uncomfortable feeling from before crawling back into your stomach haunts you, not even seeing your father striking back a the man making it go away. Your thoughts racing. And you felt your heart drop once you saw that the man, Kojiro Sasaki, finally drew blood. Shocking almost every god watching.

"Oh my..." you heard Aphrodite say from behind her hand as she looked down at the battle while your brows furrowed, a serious look in your eyes. "It's going to be fine." you would just repeat to yourself as you gripped the arms of your chair, a cold sweat forming on your forehead.

"It's going to be fine." your father says and he fixes your robes and started to walk in front of you. His face held a deadpanned expression but his words help sincere encouragement and comfort. It was your first time going with him to see how he did his job.

Most of the time for you, you stayed in his home and watched things from the window in your room, so you were very nervous but excited to come along with him.

"But...father...Lord Poseidon.." you then called out to the large man as you tried to keep up with him, hearing you call out for him causing him to stop and turn around to your younger figure. Clear worry in your eyes than excitement, "I'm a half-human father...what if-"

"Silence child, if you think that you are idiotic and I shouldn't have taken you in. But I'm sure you don't." Poseidon's voice boomed, strong and harsh like the vast waves of the sea, your head dropping down. "You are half-god too, child. Never forget that." he then continued, no matter how harsh his voice may sound it was overflowing with warmth and care. Even if it was hard to tell.

All you did was look up at him with a smile and nod your head, feeling the nervousness and insecurity fade away as Poseidon lifted his trident and placed the flat side gently on your head. Everything in his stance while he did that radiated pride. Pride for you.

"Now hurry, I have a lot to do."

"Yes, Lord Poseidon."

You could feel your heart in your throat as you watched the human try striking your father again but it almost felt like everything went quiet once the man's weapon got snapped into two like a twig and Heimdall's voice boomed out once again.

The worried murmurs and quiet sobs came from the humans. You felt pity for them, of course, they were going to be erased but you couldn't help but feel happy that your father was going to live. Until Kojiro picked up his blade and the fragments started to glow a beautiful green.

"Is he..."

"Oh?"

"Amazing..."

Everything felt like a blur until you saw a familiar crimson color come from your father's skin. An uncontrollable fear crawls up your spine. You knew if your father saw how you were acting right now he would be disappointed.

You tried so hard to keep calm, knowing that in the end Poseidon will win this fight but then another strike from the human's divine weapon tasted blood again, soon making Poseidon almost drenched in blood after a while.

You couldn't help but whimper out of fear, anger, and resentment towards the people that took the only person that truly looked out for you. Your whimpers soon turn to loud gasps with every injury then finally a scream. Poseidon's arm was cut clean off of his arm.

"Lord...LORD POSEIDON!" you screamed out once again the Gods seated next to you had an expression full of shock. They had never, in all their time seen you shout with such emotion. But you paid no mind to it as your face contorted into a one of pure fear as you watched your father's arm get chopped clean off and body get sliced.

That's when it happened. The human, Sasaki Kojiro, managed to make the mighty Poseidon fall. This must have been a bad dream. That sentence kept going on repeat in your head as you placed your hands on your head and gripped tightly onto your hair. Frightened whimpers soon morphed into sobs and cries but your eyes remained dry.

This must've been how it felt for Adam's family, for the whole of humanity. It felt like your heart had just been ripped from your chest after you'd been beaten and choked. But worse. Meanwhile, the gods just stared in shock, the whole god's side of the arena was silent apart from your sobs.

"Pose...FATHER POSEIDON!" you suddenly screamed as tears finally started to run down your face once Poseidon fell to the ground. All you could do was reach out to him. Hoping, praying that he would somehow get up.

"GET UP! PLEASE!"

The deities just looked at you with pity as your tears started to fall down into the water below, your cries being covered by the cheers of the humans.

You honestly couldn't handle the scene anymore. You couldn't bear to see your father turn into shards of nothingness, never to be seen again. Because unlike him, you were weak. Emotionally anyway.

So before anything else could happen you picked up your pitiful figure from leaning on the stone railing and walked away from the area.

"[Name] wait where are you..."

"Leave them be Loki."

They couldn't really blame you for walking out like that. Although you were wondering how your father would have reacted, seeing you like that. You knew you shouldn't be thinking this way or letting yourself drown in your tears you knew-

"[Name]."

"Hercules?" you then mumbled, as you wiped a tear away as the coldness you felt before was overcome with a never-ending warmness. Your eyes meet Hercules's sympathetic ones as he let your sorrows wash away.

You always wanted to learn how to whistle the tune of  Medusa Alope Demeter.

Requests: Open

[thrashkink-coven]

Disciple of Venus Invocation

Ave Ashtar Lucifer!

Hail Astar Inanna!

I follow the Venus Star

Venus in her names of Ashtar Lucifer

The hidden flame, master of gender,

Queen of Heaven, Goddess of beauty,

we are vessels of your eternal bliss!

Hail Inanna!

Hail Ishtar!

Hail Attar! Athtar! Astar!

Hail Ashtar!

Hail Ashtarot!

Hail Astarte!

Hail Aphrodite!

Hail Phosphorus!

Hail Eosphorus!

Hail Hesperus!

Hail Lucifer!

Agios Es Lucifer Divum Et Vorsipelle

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer!

Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer!

All praise to the Rebel Star!

All hearts are hers!

He who rises to the glory of the Gods!

God of the Underworld,

Liberator, Illuminator,

bestow us your blessings, for we are yours!

In Nomine Dei Nostri Ashtara Luciferi!

Hail Almighty Venus!

In Venus name,

So Blessed Be!

✴️

[its-your-girl-geekerella]

EPIC: The Wisdom Saga (pt. 2)

Okay, let's try this again. I am much more sane and have had time to process my thoughts about this Saga.

"Legendary." I gotta admit, it was better than I thought. I knew that everyone else knew the song already, and the way it was being hyped up made me a little wary of it. But it was, in EVERY WAY, amazing. It gets stuck in my head all the time. And we can't forget "L-L-L-L-Legendary"

"Little Wolf." Another amazing song. My favorite part was when Athena showed up and explained Quick Thought. "Oooh, maybe I pushed you a bit too hard" made me laugh.

"We'll Be Fine." Very emotional, and I honestly love it. And of course the "Warrior of the Mind" riff is iconic.

"Love in Paradise." Yay, Time Dive! Babs Wangui is the ABSOLUTE best. Calypso might be my 2nd favorite character. Besides, I've been singing this song for months and to hear it fully produced is a dream come true. The Odysseus suicide attempt is INSANE and I did NOT see it coming. A part of me wonders why Ody screamed Athena's name at the end there, though. Is it because he thought that she was literally the only one who could possibly help him? Or, did he conflate his memories to believe that all his problems started when he split with her?

"God Games." The almighty. It slapped, 100%. My favorite "levels" in order are Hera(yet another section I've been singing for months), Aphrodite/Ares, Apollo, and Hephaestus. The instrumental at the end, though? "Warrior of the Mind"/"Legendary?" Makes me cry every time.

All-in-all, my ranking would be:

God Games

Love in Paradise

Legendary

We'll Be Fine

Little Wolf

I have ZERO complaints for this Saga, and I have listened to it about 20 times since it came out.

Also, Zeus sucks.

[captainjacklyn]

So this is part two of my first sagau post, I could turn this in a more detailed fic but knowing that it'll remain in my drafts to catch dust. I think I'll go against it and just give brief ideas for anyone who doesn't have my procrastination problem.

Now I was pretty vague about the other Primordials who watch over different realms as well as Teyvat. But I decided to give them their respective names and personalities (I suppose you can consider them OCs?) just so that we don't get too confused about the whole thing..

For a first born you have Barabath, at current times he's now an empty shell. He was the first realm to ever be created by you, born from an explosion of gas. And out of it poured a thousand dragons who all drank the fire of the first ever sun And yes I did steal that part from game of thrones, sue me. Each every one of them proceeded to descend upon their respective home, all seven of them forged from calamity. The world inhabited Erkanos (guardian of the earth), Belzo (guardian of the sky & stars), Lystéria (guardian of air & moisture), Akarnis (guardian of life), Erghyr (guardian of the mind), Steparyd (guardian of magic) and Valvers (guardian of decay). A war erupted between these gigantic yet majestic beast after your physical descent upon the lands. Their abilities were so great that it only doomed the realm after their final attack annihilated all that was left.

The second child did not end up passing like the former, you had managed to save him when disaster struck upon him. His name is Larbosa, and he is known as the god of wisdom, strength and honor. It was then that the first humans were created. So when you descended once more, they welcomed you with joy and love. But as centuries passed and wars for conquering broke out, people forgot about their creator to the point where all you became was a prize to win. You were sheltered in one of the old temples, its priestesses looked after you every passing millennium. Not as their creator, but as a simple individual who needed a place to stay. You were subsequently sold off to marry a warlord (do you see where this is going?), had three sons with him (whatever your gender is doesn't matter cause you are quite literally capable of anything), he passed, you took over, fell in love with a mortal who devoted him to you, he died, your mortal sons all perished in battle and once the people captured you, they dubbed you AN IMPOSTOR AND DISGRACE TO THE ALMIGHTY THEMSELF you were beheaded.

...

Yuh.

So what your children do when you die is that, your body will disintegrate and just turn into nothing. Then in order to in a sence 'reincarnate' you back into god hood, the realm needs to open itself and sacrifice its own part of you to rebuild you. You saved him because, you're the primordial why could you not, the first son is dead and you learn from your mistakes as a parent/jk. Larbosa is righteous and dutiful, as the second ever world to be created he takes great responsibility in aiding you. Most of the acolytes who follow him learn how to live a life of authority and perseverance through hard work. Like his second sister, he either speaks when spoken to or whenever something needs to be told. Dude is protective, will shove his arm so far up an enemy's ass it'll reach out of their mouth and wear them like a sleeve.

...Yarrhh I'm not cool today.

THIRD KID- THIS ONES A WOMAN! We have Alysia, goddess of love, beauty, and hatred. She's heavily based off of Hathor from Ennead, Aphrodite and Hera with a double personality. Because on one side she is the embodiment of what the 'ideal woman' was expected to be back in the olden days but on the other, her negative side goes against that entire facade of purity. One thing that she favors above anything else is lust, she loves toying with mortals and sees them as beings beneath her. Meanwhile you look after them like your own infants and it's something she uses to manipulate said mortals whenever they go against her judgement. Although she is is typically bright and cheery in public, she easily becomes flustered, particularly around strong beings, or when awkward situations occur. She does indeed become furious when people disrespect her or when she doesn't get her way. The only one who she holds the greatest respect for is her creator YOU, she is highly protective of YOU and will get frustrated when people use her love for YOU as a way to blackmail her. Alysia deeply cherishes her siblings though she has a tendency to call her younger sister a heartless little sh- they all get along, especially with Larbosa.

Second daughter I've mentioned in the past, holds the title of Cymbalia. Her people were known for their truthful justifications and judgment. They knew not of the creator as you were afraid that showing yourself to its collectives would cause yet another loss. Cymbalia, however, was fully aware of her birth-giver’s existence so she chose to be reborn in order to regain their godhood. Though she continued to watch over her people. This had been the first realm to survive complete wipe out but at the cost of being ignorant to your love for them. Cymbalia is mainly stern and focused, and she also often stands up to other powerful gods, like the former : Alysia or Larbosa. She isn’t afraid to speak her mind and utter her words of judgement at any given situation, this trait isn’t appreciated by her older sister who considers her a stickler for the rules. Cymbalia speaks in a assertive tone to display her power to those around her, whether it be a younger sibling or a simple acolyte. She can get especially irritating when commanding people, blackmailing them into obeying her orders. Strangely enough, she favors souls that go against the rules to reach new lengths, people like Il Dottore who quite literally break the laws of life. Goddess of Harmony, Truth and Justice.

Rhymar was the fourth attempt, once again unsuccessful. It only inhabited dry land with no life whatsoever, Rhymar felt insanely bored and began creating their own creatures which unfortunately resulted in a never ending time loop. You tried to help your child but Rhymar ended up insisting on their plans pushing its boundaries so far that the realm began to close in on itself (this was when the multiverse was created, Rhymar controlled the essence of time within himself and could rewind any event they deemed unfruitful). Leaving you no choice but to rebirth them and have their being ascend into godhood as well. Rhymar is quite sarcastic and unfazed, they are more sassy than straightforward. This was shown when you once tried to cheer up Alysia by telling her that she was doing a wonderful job but Rhymar had a change of heart and instead commented with : “I’d say no.” making their older sister feel terrible. Unafraid of defying the rules simply because they feel like doing so, Rhymar was baptized as the troublemaker in the family. When needing to apologize for anything they are stubborn enough to refuse unless their mother comes to them, requesting otherwise. They're the youngest kid, the most chaotic and the god of God of abundance, fertility and foresight.

so..

yeah.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAGHCHCGHCGCHCGHHCCCGEEEEUUUUUUUUGH-

[harveydrawsnsfw]

Almighty Aphrodite.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Almighty (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Once again I got caught up with the chapters and I gotta speedrun the writing i hate myself 😭 -Danny Words: 1,703 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Cherish the River' -by Jasper Wilderness

XLII: I Am Once Again Making Problems for Others

Ara decides that if Leo is willing to face the possibility of her turning into an obnoxious minor goddess that acts just like Aphrodite, she can go to sleep and face whatever that brings.

As soon as she closes her eyes, Ara gets sucked into visions. Some are so fast she can't even make sense of them: fights in alleys, children running through wide expanses of grass—a girl, scowling at a nonsensical paragraph and praying for divine help to come and get her out of her test... Suddenly, a hand closes around her wrist and yanks her backwards. 

I land on the pitch-dark floor of the Hades cabin. "What the—"

Nico crouches next to my head. "Where the Tartarus were you?"

I sit and look around. "This is a dream?"

"Yeah, mine," Nico tilts his head. "I felt you... all over the place. All the demigod dreams I jumped through... you were there. I called out for you and you showed up here."

I examine my hands. "The voices..."

"What?"

I tell him about Will's offerings and all the stuff that I'd gone through since leaving camp. I even tell him about what happened at the cave and while fighting Commodus.

"That explains why you've got white streaks in your hair," Nico raises a brow. "You're something else now."

I look at my hair, no one had pointed it out until now, and I hadn't seen it. "I'm sorry, Nico."

He shakes his head, taking the news with surprising calmness. "I'm glad. I could sense you sometimes, your mortality blinking on and off. Turns out you were only breaking out of the mortal cocoon."

"Don't say it like that," I make a face.

"Should I tell the others? Chiron and Lily... they should know. Maybe that's why Mr D isn't around, you'll take his place and Lily takes yours."

"I don't think that's what's happening," I pause, getting an idea. "Hey, can't you summon Lily here, too?"

"Want me to?"

"Please."

The boy gets up and leaves the cabin for just one second, I still find it weird that he follows my orders so easily nowadays. The door slams open and Lily storms in, wrapping me in a hug. "You're alive!"

I hug her back, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "Hi, Lils..."

The girl holds me by the shoulders. "Tell me everything."

Lily's expression is hard to read during the first few minutes, probably because everything is pretty standard for a quest—until I reach the events at the Zoo. My feverish crisis, and all that came after, and Lily gets very quiet.

"Nico..."

"I'm here."

"You heard about the offerings, didn't you?" Lily looks at him. "Because I... I did it too."

I couldn't have been more surprised if Lily had admitted to sleeping in an owl onesie. "You... what?"

"Well, it's like Will said. The gods have forsaken us. But you haven't. We've been so difficult to you, Queen B," Lily holds both of my hands. "We question you, and you've taken each blow with grace. You love us."

My eyesight blurs with unshed tears. "I thought you'd be angry at me."

"Angry?" Lily huffs. "Never."

"Why not? This isn't what we wanted, and you know it's not good news..."

"I was angry when you were arrogant. You had a good-natured interest in others and then you changed, got dismissive and acted like we owed you everything. I know you were in a lot of pain, and I'm sorry I couldn't see it... But you've never stopped helping others while getting nothing in return, and I'm happy knowing my best friend is going to last me a lifetime."

Lily cups my face and I cry like a little kid. "All our hard work paid off," I press my hands over Lily's. "No more kids left to their luck. I'm gonna look after all of them."

"I know."

"I'm scared."

"I know," Lily's lower lip quivers. "I'm sorry if our offerings sped up this thing—but you got this. You always do."

Nico gets on one knee next to us, pressing his hands to our shoulders. "We'll keep camp safe, and if you don't come back after helping Apollo... we'll understand why."

Lily sniffs. "Would be better to have our communications, we could call you sometimes..."

"You can call me," I squeeze her hand. "Burn offerings, it works. You'll always be on my mind."

We hug again, and then Nico snorts. "Drew is gonna be livid..."

Ara opens her eyes and sees daylight. She packs her stuff and walks out of the room, the Waystation opening paths for her with ease. In the kitchen area, she spots Emmie cooking, Lester and Meg seated across from Georgie, coloring and immersed in her own little world.

Jo is focused on a project while Calypso tries not to strangle Leo while he fools around unpacking all she's packing for him on the kitchen counter. Lit is next to Apollo quietly eating breakfast.

"No one woke me," Ara speaks up.

Leo's smile widens. "Morning, Sunshine, we all agreed you needed the catnap."

"What time is it?"

"Barely dawn," Calypso flicks her wrist and a wind spirit sends a fresh glass of orange juice at her. 

Ara drinks, glad that it tastes good. "Thanks." She approaches Lester and Meg, both getting up the moment they see her to get ready to leave. 

Lit looks at her and Lester, holding his coffee with both hands. "Thank you. For the second chance."

"I believe in them," Lester smiles. "And third and fourth chances. But I only forgive each person once a millennium, so don't mess up for the next thousand years."

"Couldn't be me," Ara smirks, patting Lit's back a tad too harshly. "I'm a pampering guardian. Unless you're a pirate. Please never become a pirate, those guys smell weird and I love killing them."

"I will keep that in mind," he retorts with a weak smile.

Lester nudges her and points to the outline of Agamethus, standing next to a window. The teens approach him. "I'm glad you're still here," Lester says. "You know what happened at the Cave of Trophonius, you know he is gone."

The figure moves in agreement.

"Your brother asked me to tell you he loves you. He is sorry about your fate. I want to apologize, too. When you died, I did not listen to Trophonius's prayer to save you. I felt you two deserved to face the consequences of that robbery. But this... this has been a very long punishment Perhaps too long."

Ara speaks. "You could've grown bitter like your brother, you could've done a lot of damage, yet you decided to show the way to other demigods. That is something I respect and relate to."

"If you wish," Lester adds, "when I attain my godhood again, I will personally visit the Underworld. I will petition Hades to let your soul pass on to Elysium." Agamethus hands the boy his Magic 8 Ball. "Ah. What is your wish, Agamethus?"

I WILL GO WHERE I MUST. I WILL FIND TROPHONIUS. TAKE CARE OF EACH OTHER, AS MY BROTHER AND I COULD NOT.

Just like that, he's gone. Ara stares at the golden speckles that float around as the only proof he was there. "You know, Lester, we'll all fade one day. That will be my comfort."

Lester hums, looking at her softly. "Strange comfort."

"Is it?" She looks at him with the same tenderness in her eyes. "Give your time to others, Apollo, that is how the gods help," she chuckles, "and is the only thing we have in abundance."

"So... what is your plan?" Lester crouches next to Meg. "Why the roof? If we are seeking the Labyrinth, shouldn't we be on the ground floor?"

"We need a satyr."

"Yes, but... How do you intend—?"

"Shhh."

Lester purses his lips and stands, leaning in to complain at Ara. "Let's lose her in the labyrinth."

"Don't even joke about it," Ara gets goosebumps. "I want you as close as possible at all times, I'm not trusting that place even for a second." The tomato patch splits open and something starts to come out of it, big and breathing... "Holy goats!" She gasps.

"This is one of the more important satyrs, a Lord of the Wild," Lester says in awe. "How did you find him?"

Meg points at Ara. "General Jackson gave me a name and said he was good. Is this him?"

"It's Grover!" She beams.

Hearing his name, the satyr wakes up abruptly. "I didn't eat them! I was just..." He blinks. "Birdy? Wait... this isn't Palm Springs. Where am I?"

"Hello, Grover Underwood," Lester says happily. "I am Apollo. This is Meg. And you, my lucky friend, have been summoned to lead us through the Labyrinth."

Ara drops to her knees and hugs the satyr. "Mighty Pan, I'm so happy to see you!"

The satyr is still groggy, but he chuckles. "You got taller. Again. What's going on?"

The girl glances at Apollo over her shoulder, then back at the satyr. "I think we should feed you first."

"What? Why?"

"There you are!" Leo walks up to them with his duffel bag over one shoulder. "Can't go without my good luck kiss!" He stops and spots the satyr. "Is that Grover?"

"Leo Valdez," Grover stands and helps her up, patting her shoulders to clean her, only getting more dirt to stick. "You're back? Good! Birdy was worried sick about you."

"He came back two months ago, G-Man," Ara frowns. "You haven't gone to Long Island since last year?"

He blushes. "That's what I'm trying to tell you, but... we can talk later."

Ara goes over to Leo and the boy waves at the satyr. "Nice to meet you, dude! Let's meet sometime and eat enchiladas! Bye, guys!"

The girl takes him away from the group. "Ready to go?"

"Yup. Got it all here." He pats his bag. "You got your satyr, so you're ready too, right?"

"Yup," she eyes him. "Hey, if you need to talk, you can burn an offering."

Leo laughs, then he sees her expression and stops. "You're serious?"

"About 95%," she grins. "Or you could just dream of me."

The boy pulls her closer. "Now that's a given..." He kisses her and mumbles. "I know you're immortal and everything but that doesn't mean you can't get hurt, so be careful..."

"Mind your business," she pecks his lips, steps out of his embrace, and shakes his hand firmly. "Masters of unlikely?"

"All the way, Sunshine." Leo winks. Festus comes into view and the boy jumps over the ledge, landing on the dragon swiftly. "See you soon!"

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[sup-geek]

Aphrodite and Her Reach

Here are quotes from antiquity, from both Greek and Latin sources, that speak to Aphrodite’s, her being the goddess of love, having a nigh-infinite reach, all-encompassing power over man:

Muse, sing to me the deeds of golden Aphrodite of Cyprus, who roused sweet longing in the gods and overwhelmed the tribes of mortal men and the birds of the air and all the beasts, as many as the land nourishes and the sea; for the deeds of fair-wreathed Kytherea are a care to all. But three minds she cannot persuade or deceive: the daughter of aegis-bearing Zeus, grey-eyed Athena... Nor does laughter-loving Aphrodite ever tame in love loud-crying Artemis of the golden bow... Nor do the deeds of Aphrodite bring joy to the reverent maiden, Hestia, whom crafty-minded Kronos begot first... Of these three goddesses she cannot persuade their minds nor deceive them. But for the rest there is no escaping Aphrodite, neither for blessed gods nor mortal men.

(Homeric Hymn 3 to Aphrodite, translated by Professor Susan C. Shelmerdine)

Fearing this disaster, the king of the dark [i.e., Hades] had left his shadowy realm, and, drawn in his chariot by black horses, carefully circled the foundations of the Sicilian land. When he had checked and was satisfied that nothing was collapsing, he relinquished his fears. Then Venus, at Eryx, saw him moving, as she sat on the hillside, and embraced her winged son, Cupid, and said ‘My child, my hands and weapons, my power, seize those arrows, that overcome all, and devise a path for your swift arrows, to the heart of that god to whom the final share of the triple kingdom fell. You conquer the gods and Jupiter himself, the lords of the sea, and their very king, who controls the lords of the sea. Why is Tartarus excepted? Why not extend your mother’s kingdom and your own? We are talking of a third part of the world. And yet, as is evident to me, I am scorned in heaven, and Love’s power diminishes with mine. Don’t you see how Pallas, and the huntress Diana, forsake me? And Ceres’s daughter too, Proserpine, will be a virgin if we allow it, since she hopes to be like them. But you, if you delight in our shared kingdom, can mate the goddess to her uncle.”

(Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book 5, translated by Anthony S. Kline)

This extravagant bestowal of the honours due to heaven on a mere mortal girl roused Venus herself to violent anger. She shook her head impatiently, and uttered these words of indignation to herself with a groan: “Behold me, the primal mother of all that is, the source of the elements, the whole world’s bountiful Venus, driven to divide my imperial honours with a lowly human! Is my name, established in heaven, to be traduced by earthly pollution? Am I to suffer the vagaries of vicarious reverence, a share in the worship of my divinity? Is a girl, destined to die, to tread the earth in my likeness? Was it nothing that Paris, that shepherd, whose just and honest verdict was approved by almighty Jove, preferred me for my matchless beauty to those other two great goddesses? But she’ll reap no joy from usurping my honours, whatever she may be: I’ll soon make her regret that illicit beauty of hers.”

(Lucius Apuleius' Metamorphoses, Book 4; translated by Anthony. S. Kline)

‘Queen of Heaven, whether you are known as bountiful Ceres, the primal harvest mother, who, delighted at finding your daughter Proserpine again, abolished our primitive woodland diet, showed us sweet nourishment, and now dwell at Eleusis; or heavenly Venus, who at the founding of the world joined the sexes by creating Love, propagating the human race in endless generation, and worshipped now in the sea-girt sanctuary of Paphos... ’

(Lucius Apuleius' Metamorphoses, Book 11, translated by Anthony S. Kline)

Heavenly, smiling Aphrodite, praised in many hymns, sea-born revered goddess of generation, you like the night-long revel, you couple lovers at night, O scheming mother of Necessity. Everything comes from you: you have yoked the world, you control all three realms, you give birth to all, to everything in heaven, to everything upon the fruitful earth, to everything in the depths of the sea, O venerable companion of Bacchos. You delight in festivities, O bride-like mother of the Erotes, O Persuasion, whose joy is in the bed of love, secretive giver of grace, visible and invisible, lovely-tressed daughter of a noble father, bridal feast companion of the gods, sceptered, she-wolf, beloved and man-loving, giver of birth and life. Your maddening love-charms yoke mortals, they yoke the many races of beasts to unbridled passion. Come, O goddess born in Kypros: you may be on Olympos, O queen, exulting in the beauty of your face, you may be in Syria, country of fine frankincense, you may be driving your golden chariot in the plain, you may lord it over Egypt’s fertile river bed. Come, whether you ride your swan-drawn chariot over the sea’s billows, joining the creatures of the deep as they dance in circles, or on land in the company of the dark-faced nymphs as light-footed they frisk over the sandy beaches. Come lady, even if you are in Kypros that cherishes you, where fair maidens and chaste brides throughout the year sing of you, O blessed one, as they sing of immortal, pure Adonis. Come, O beautiful, O comely goddess, I summon you with holy words, I summon you with a pious soul.

(Orphic Hymn 55 to Aphrodite, translated by Apostolos N. Athanassakis)

Long had Jove seen this, watching from his lofty seat, and to Venus he thus enfolded the secrets of his heart: "Goddess of Cythera, I will impart to thee my hidden troubles; long ago I decided that fair Proserpine should be given in marriage to the lord of Hell; such is Atropos' bidding, such old Themis' prophecy. Now that her mother has left her is the time for action. Do thou visit the confines of Sicily, and armed with thy wiles, lead Ceres' daughter to sport in the level meads what time to-morrow's light has unfolded the rosy dawn; employ those arts with which thou art wont to inflame all things, often even myself. Why should the nether kingdoms know not love? Let no land be free and no breast even amid the shades unfired by Venus. At last let the gloomy Fury feel the sting of passion and Acheron and the steely heart of stern Dis grow tender with love's arrows."

(Claudius Claudianus' De Raptu Proserpinae, Book 1, translated by Maurice Platnauer)

@en-theos, @deathlessathanasia, any additions, no? @astynomi, @terpsikeraunos?

[verdemoun]

Ik you set this up to ask about characters but can I ask how a beach day would go with the gang? Who's been buried in the sand and left there, what's Kieran getting up to, who's gotten the cops called on them and got removed from the premises? Do the girls get to enjoy modern swimwear as much as I think they would?

fuck yeah asks are for gang activity ideas too

bessie has no time for ageism she looks like aphrodite in her sunhat and sheer coverup and hosea almost has a heart attack and dies right there because of how beautiful his wife looks and how much he loves her

i need to set this in the whole gang chapters because arthur spends at least an hour making fun of john who is downright afraid of going near the water but instead of admitting he's afraid he just gets angrier at arthur

jack also can't swim and abigail is increasingly wondering why she even agreed to come jack looks like he's about to pass out because he insisted on wearing all black in his typical angsty teenage bullshit

isaac morgan to the rescue he convinces jack to at least change into shorts and take off his coat. being the sweetest most courteous man to ever exist he bought a paddle board and jack just gets to sit on the front enjoying getting further away from the embarrassing chaos that is the gang while isaac paddles.

course isaac is also a shit and jumps off at several points because it's hot he wants to be in the water and after giving jack suffient panic attacks he rows to a little secluded spot so jack doesn't have to be embarrassed about not knowing how to swim and tries to give him lessons

eliza and abigail both absolutely radiant like modesty is dead and they are thriving at its wake abigail is serving in the strapless bikini and her beach wrap and just because her boys can't enjoy the water doesn't mean she won't. they both deserve to be able to relax without worrying about their children or the men who fathered them if arthur and john kill each other they don't care anymore they're living their best lives

also men stupid enough to catcall them soon learn the reason the gang didn't react is because abigail can punch as hard as they can and will not tolerate that shit

sean gets buried mostly because he started to burn the second he left the car after claiming it was too hot to wear protective clothing and his skin has forgotten he used to be an outlaw who literally lived outside. burying him was the only way to get him to stay still long enough to put sunscreen on his face. karen proceeds to lay on top of sand mound so he can't escape which he is okay with because she is unapologically rocking the purple two piece

lenny is the only one with the mental facilities to remember everyone's ice cream orders so he spends half the trip trying to carry a gang worth of ice cream back from the truck but he would really enjoy swimming little nihilistic nerd ass is swimming around imagining it's the weightless of space and thinking about perceptions of gravity

everyone has been doing their own things for a good 30 minutes before they realise kieran has wandered off and they swear to god he is doing it because he enjoys causing them distress

kieran and albert mason went to look at rock pools which is fine NOT FINE DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY THINGS IN THERE ARE VENOMOUS charles has to abandon his relaxation to supervise and make sure they don't poke anything that could kill them

micah is trying to teach baymax how to swim the giant baby of a rescue dog has never been in water deep enough where he needs to paddle

dutch and micah would be the ones kicked off the beach because it's not a dog friendly beach and upon being asked to leave micah started shouting about stupid laws which triggered dutch into another 'oh so this is the great and bountiful united police states where you can use your almighty powers to govern where a man takes his companion'.

grimshaw gently squeezing annabelle's hand like honey that ain't your problem anymore. let the ladies lay on the beach and enjoy wine and cheese while dutch gets arrested

molly didn't even know the gang were going to the beach but it's good to see everyone every once in a while (she turns up after dutch left or she would have shived him). she brought 4 different outfits for different times of day depending on uv exposure and javier applauds her for it. she is taking so many selfies and encourage javier to pose with her

[pleasedontdistractme]

Happy birthday (I only missed it by half an hour) to Edgar Allen Poe and Dolly Parton

—

Once upon a midnight weary, I had woken, blinking, bleary,

For my love had startled me awake from jumbled anxious dreams.

He tossed and turned beside me, and his voice had petrified me;

Softly cried he, but I heard it loud as any fearsome scream—

Just one word sat me upright, holding back a bottled scream—

When he called her name: Jolene

Oh! The name I'd tried forgetting, from the night I was regretting;

It was my suggestion to go out and shake up the routine.

The bar was loud and smoky, thick with booze and karaoke,

Crowded with all kinds of folk; we got a beer and watched the scene;

Watched a woman take the mic and in a moment steal the scene—

Watched the room hush for Jolene

So distinctly I remember; she, her hair as red as embers,

Warm as firelight in December, with a lustrous auburn sheen—

As she danced, she seemed to glimmer, and the world around was dimmer;

Outshone by she who shimmered with the heat of kerosene—

Who swayed in dance as dangerous as the drip of kerosene—

She who calls herself Jolene.

The evening was near finished and my vigour quite diminished

When I looked up from my drink to see his eyes wide and a-gleam.

There she was, Venus almighty; avatar of Aphrodite

As she touched him oh-so-lightly, she confirmed herself his Queen—

In her voice as soft as summer rain, proclaimed herself his Queen—

All in two words: “I'm Jolene."

So swift did she accost him I scarce realised I had lost him

Till I met her gaze and found myself subsumed in the serene.

And so now I write this letter; common sense could tell me better,

But my heart was wrought unfettered by your eyes of emerald green.

Spring is captured there, awaiting, in your eyes of emerald green—

And he cannot compete with you, Jolene

[saitama-division]

The REAL Femme Fatale

Bring The Beat!

[Femme Fatale:]

Huh, we are Saitama

Mic in hand, we'll make you understand this warning

We are Saitama

Check it out, we're the real Femme Fatale

[Sayaka:]

Everybody move, better make some space

The real Queens are here to finish this race

You got a lot of nerve to steal our name

Now get roasted alive with our killer flame

Quiet, children, Mommy’s talking, okay?

Mess with us and you better be ready to pay

Butterfly vs Spider? There’s really no contest

I’m way up top than some disgusting pest

And oh, don’t think I’ve forgotten you

You’ll get your karma, it’s been way overdue

[Lola:]

Ha, y’all don’t understand true beauty

So boring, stuck performing your duty

Get off my throne and hand me my crown

This bad queen is gonna take you down

My popularity is as high as the sky

While your rusty iron pussy is so dry

And you, bitch-tits, quit with the whole tirade

You’ll be much more likable if you just get laid

Name’s Aphrodite

I’m Saitama’s sexiest almighty

[Kureha:]

SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

You’re like a constantly barking pup

I can predict the outcome with a few sketches

We’ll win so there’s no hope for you wretches

I’ll leave you on your ass in a flash

I’m not wasting a minute on you trash

You calling yourself a hardcore rebel?

Please, you’re more weak than a petal

I’m a true artist, fuck your masterpiece!

My lyrics and art will make you deceased

[Femme Fatale:]

To the left and right

Now proudly move forward

This is our vow, a revolutionary show

The ones who laugh last will be us

To the west and east

Now aim for the summit

We're the leaders, a revolutionary show

Wanting to test ourselves more

Yeah, we are Saitama

Mic in hand, we'll make you understand this warning

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we are Saitama

Check it out, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

[Lola:]

Look in my eyes and fall into my spell

Unaware that I’ll send you to hell

Your last mistake is thinking I’m a pretty face

Get out with your weak ass, what a disgrace!

[Sayaka:]

Hands up, hands up!

Give up now, you’re no match for our charm

[Kureha:]

Messing with us is asking for some harm

We’ll come out on top against all the other divisions

[Sayaka:]

An unbreakable bond

[Lola:]

A sisterhood so fond

[Kureha:]

Nothing can correspond

[Femme Fatale:]

We’ll go above and beyond

[Lola:]

We got each other’s backs

[Sayaka:]

You can’t make us crack

[Kureha:]

Feel the impact

[Femme Fatale:]

Of our full force attack

[Sayaka:]

If nothing else, we swore to protect

[Kureha:]

Our city is our home, it’s perfect

[Lola:]

A message to those losers defects

[Lola & Kureha:]

Get on your knees and kiss our feet, you fucking rejects!

[Femme Fatale:]

To the left and right

Now proudly move forward

This is our vow, a revolutionary show

The ones who laugh last will be us

To the west and east

Now aim for the summit

We're the leaders, a revolutionary show

Wanting to test ourselves more

[Sayaka:]

I swear here and now

To protect my love ones is my sacred vow

[Lola:]

Three people suddenly forced together

Creates a team who will never sever

[Kureha:]

It’s a wrap

Just sit back and relax, this is the power of our rap

[Femme Fatale:]

Ah yeah, ah yeah

Ah yeah, ah yeah

Leave it all to us

It's time for a revolution!

Uh, we are Saitama

Mic in hand, we'll make you understand this warning

Uh yeah, we are Saitama

Check it out, we're the real Femme Fatale

Come on, we are Saitama

No use running, you’re already addicted

Uh yeah, we are Saitama

Uh, check it out, we're the real Femme Fatale

[Sayaka:]

No matter what come our way, we will persist

[Kureha:]

We’re the light shining through a dark mist

[Lola:]

The best of the best, we’re the top A-list

[Femme Fatale:]

Knocking you out with a kiss and a fist

Check it out, we’re the real Femme Fatale

[mariatesstruther]

okay so i cant NOT create an au from the gladiator trailer can i?

in a desperate attempt to keep his daughter safe amidst an era of ruthless invasions and bloody battles, roman war general joel marcus acacius makes a sacrifice to bellona, almighty goddess of war. he asks not just for luck and grace, but also for his daughter to be spared from death until after he himself has passed. joel has made many sacrifices to bellona before, pleading safety for his soldiers or guidance in battle, and she’s always answered his prayers. he doesn’t imagine this time to be any different.

but it is. the next day he wakes up to a blood-written message across the ceiling of his private chambers: you protect my daughters, i’ll protect yours.

he doesn’t get it until he attempts to get up, realizing that he is no longer alone in bed—there’s a woman. undoubtably the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, long golden hair falling down her back and skin glowing like she’s emerging from the sea, an aphrodite reincarnate.

when she finally opens her eyes to him, cold and expectant, he is transfixed. transformed. a completely different man. they’re far too beautiful and far too distracting for him to focus on her words: “at last, you awake. i failed to remember just how long humans can sleep. i’m here to find my sister. my mother said you’re going to help me.”

[cosmic-kelia]

Tonight, I renewed my relationship with magic in the form of Hellenism, my original obsession being Greek mythology when I had a spiritual awakening in 2010. I have decided to worship a house of Aphrodite, as the one I give the most devotion, Athena, as I admire her wisdom and strength, Magic with Hekate and The Moon with representation as Artemis and some of their attributes to influence me. I incant that this come of fruition to be in my favor as I seek to be molded by my comfortability. I will become what I enchant with my knowledge of each Goddess. Mote it be.

💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗

Light and Dark, deep provoking thought, a sense of wellness, of mentality and physically, with the source blessing me of both balance of The Horned God and The Triple Goddess. Mote it be.

I cast the intention of being created as the attributes of Love, Desire, Beauty, Victory, Glory, Wisdom, Chastity, Inspiration to Women, Healing, Magic, The Night, and The Moon. Blessed be, mote it be.

Athena dedication to have incantationed charm for wisdom, being in tune, knowing

By the power of the crescent moon, I deliver offering toward Artemis in her blessing the offering items with full enchantment by the next full moon to gain attributes such as Chastity, Inspiration toward Women, and Healing.

By the power of the transition to the next full moon, I seek the ability of magic to be like Hekate.

I seek Athena and Artemis to protect me.

I seek redemption by Eleos, as I plan on speaking to every time I disappoint myself.

I wish to be desired, feel beautiful, and have perfect love... I worship Goddess Aphrodite by almighty reality and sense of magic created by the source. Mote it be.