#greece (probably)

[alexandriad]

minoan mermaid fresco

[kurj]

doodle doodle (minoan mood)

[whatifwekilledgodandwebothgirls]

I really and trully want people to understand that socrates was a CUNT . You know that whole " i know one thing that i know nothing"? Yeah that was because he got a litteral prophecy saying hes the smartest man in the world by GOD HIMSELF . God himself said " youre so clever " and socrates imidiet responce was " no actually fuck you im stupid as shit " JUST SO HE CAN HAVE THE FINAL WORD with and i cannot stress this enough GOD HIMSELF . He wanted to talk back to god so he made this elaborate plan to find ways to call himself stupid . They were right i would have killed him over that too

[jules-ln]

When people say "the Greek gods should be ethnically Greek in Hades" they mean white.

Like they literally mean that they want all the Greek Gods to be white in the game

No, they don't mean culturally, if they wanted to talk about culture they wouldn't have brought up the word "ethnicity" and equal that to race (ethnicity doesn't mean just race, it can also mean a shared tradition or shared language, so yes, POC can be ethnically Greek if they had lived all their lifes there)

And it's so silly because like, oh, then Chaos isn't "greek" either because they're Grey and there aren't any actual Grey Greeks?

Also they're Gods! They can be anything they want, like sure, Zeus can be a swan and that's fine, but if he was a man with dark skin, that's too much?

They aren't criticizing the cultural hegemony the US has, they're just being racist and then masking their racism with "progressive" language

And then people here go and be like "Oh, poor little white people!! They have a right to demand a game without POC because it's their culture!!!"

Like what?

I'm sorry but you do remember that Greek mythology has been used, and is still being used as far right propaganda?

Like do you remember that the protagonists of the games are white and green eyed (on one eye) and the only POC are on secondary roles!?

(There can be a valid criticism about cultural hegemony in Hades, but this, isn't that)

[nyssasatelier]

Odysseus: HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HELPLESS? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW PAIN? [stabs Poseidon in the chest]

Poseidon: [screams in agony]

Odysseus: I WATCHED MY FRIENDS DIE IN HORROR, CRYING AS THEY WERE ALL SLAIN! [stabs Poseidon in the chest]

Poseidon: [screams in agony]

Odysseus: I HEARD THEIR FINAL MOMENTS, CALLING THEIR CAPTAIN IN VAIN! LOOK WHAT YOU TURNED ME INTO! [stabs Poseidon somewhere else]

Poseidon: [screams an octave higher]

Omg what he'd never do that to another guy-

He's a guys guy, a real bro, a - to be honest he probably would I just didn't feel like drawing a god's crotch lmao

[ophii]

hmm.

[ratsnu]

@hamevents2024 March Same Prompt Party

Prompt: Blossom

[secret-smut-sideblog]

It Happened Quiet

(a short lucanis x f! rook drabble. cause I'm normal and not impaled in a spike pit 👍)

PG-13 - developing feelings, drug use (weed), sloppy makeout yesss, spite being a shit, yearning, pining, the works

Masterlist

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"You're kidding." Rook's eyes stayed on the ceiling. Taking the royal elfroot cigarette as he offered it back.

"Cross my heart." Lucanis edged a smile, his body heavy and still.

The herbs had been her idea 'Old elf remedy,' she claimed. Something to help him sleep. Rook had offered to stay in case he had a bad reaction. And he had been planning to sleep, but they had fallen in loose limbs on the pantry floor. Just enjoying each other's proximity and pleasantly lost in deep winding conversation.

It was all very new to him. The imbibing herbs, sure, but moreso, the pleasure of her company.

He liked her voice, the way her Nevarran accent softened and fluttered over words. He liked how easy it was to be near her. Like she had always been there, he just hadn't looked up at the right moment yet.

How the conversation had landed on intimacy, he wasn't sure, but talking with her proved to be a journey led with many delightful detours. But the herbs had taken most of the shame out of him, so he didn't mind.

She propped her head on an elbow, peering down at him good naturedly. Pointing with the two fingers holding the cigarette.

"All that suave and you've been with 'two, maybe two and a half' lovers?" She appraised him, but then seemed to really consider it. To consider him. "Well, I guess you were probably not afforded a lot of private time, huh?"

He tapped the tip of his nose, confirming her. He liked how intuitive she was. Explaining himself was often a shameful exercise. One he was always in fear of failing, somehow.

"Hmm, I mean, I don't have much room to talk." She mused, falling back in a flop. "I'm only experienced from my little impromptu trip from Necropolis." She waved her hand above her head.

"Is that so?" He led.

Keep talking. Talking to us. Talk all night.

Spite's distant, hazy voice demanded. He couldn't even refute it. He wanted the same.

"I mean, for the most part. I'm still not used to all the touching. The living are so warm." She offered the word almost in disgust, and Lucanis couldn't help but laugh. Finding his own hangups not that strange in her disclosure.

"Gloves help." He offered.

"True. But people usually aren't into being fondled with gloves that have handled the dead."

"My gloves are blood-soaked, too, cariño."

The endearment slipped out before he could catch it, but she took it without breaking her stride.

"Oh sure, but the whole assassin thing, it's romantic, no?" Her accent picked up, lilting through words. Setting his foolish heart fluttered under the calm of his limbs.

"Eh, whose to say." She sighed as if he had verbalized his disagreement. "I should let you sleep, anyway."

No! Don't let her leave!

"Goodnight, Lucanakis."

His heart fully shuddered in his chest. Bolting up onto a forearm to pause her gathering her things.

She stared wide-eyed at his sudden intensity, but didn't pull away from it. Appraising him more with curiosity after a moment.

Panic hot in his belly.

Now what, little man? Spite cackled. Tick, tock! She's waiting!

But he was wrong. Cause it was her.

She smiled sweetly, seeing his intention. Sitting cross-legged across from him. Only taking his hand.

Her touch was a shock to his system. Skin cool and rivaling a petal, curling his fingers over hers. Thumb gently grazing his knuckles.

Just that small intimacy was overwhelming. Spite hissed demand after demand in his ear to let him in. But Lucanis narrowed his world to just the sweet of her caressing. Staring at their joined hands in astonishment.

He wondered how she learned this. This tenderness. Was it inherent in her? Was it in him as well, somewhere deep and dormant? Or is this how she touched corpses as they were tended?

The thought sent no disgust through him. He imagined the peace of being still and cracked open down the middle in her care. Her kind hands soothing him on a gurney. No longer there to feel her touch but given softness regardless.

Such a silly thing. To be gentle with a corpse.

He liked her so much.

Oh. Oh no.

His hand reached out tentatively to her knee, watching the appendage as if it was foreign to him. Cupping the curve under his palm. Strong and solid beneath his uncertain grip. Testing that same sweeping of his thumb, looking up to gauge her reaction.

Her lips had fallen in a soft part, hazy eyes seeking his own reaction. Darting over his lips in turn.

She leaned toward him, the air softened in anticipation. A warm and heavy miasma surrounded them. A pocket of the world where only they lived.

His hand trembled on her knee, frozen in place as she drew ever closer. Heart crashing into his ribcage. Eyes darting over every inch of her beautiful face. So near him that he could feel the breath leaving her.

Her hand raised and slid over his cheek. Fingers splaying and holding the tender of him. Pressing her cool balm into the frantic skin.

He nearly whimpered as his eyes closed, leaning his cheek into her palm like a hopeful stray rubbing against a leg. Basking in just one fleeting moment of comfort.

This was more than enough to last him for months. Years, even. Then the plush of her lips slid against his mouth.

He moaned, a small sound. Maker, she felt like lightning. Arcing across him in urgent pulses. His body fired on all cylinders as he gathered her to him, grasping into her sides. Kissing her back with rising fervor.

No, closer. He needed closer.

He crushed his lips into hers, moaning in earnest from deep in his chest. Rising onto knees, pulling her up with him. Smearing his need into her perfect mouth.

Fuck, more. More!

More!

Spite's roar pulled him away. Gasping and reeling back from the animal hunger he hadnt even known had been coiled inside him. Shame flipped in his belly.

But Rook only found his eyes again.

"You okay?"

"It's Spite." He shook his head mournfully.

"I could entertain him for a while, give you a break." She rose back to feet, smiling down at him with her cardigan folded over her arm.

"No!" He shuffled to feet.

Yes! YES!

Spite danced gleefully around her.

She gave a little jump and laughed, feeling him there.

"I have a lot of experience with spirits, Lucanis. All kinds. I'll be okay."

Yes, she's fun! You're never fun!

"Don't go far." He urged in a solemn hush.

"I won't. Get some rest." She smiled as Spite had already started playing with her hair, surely in an effort to annoy her. But she seemed to find it endearing, appraising her invisible tormentor with the teasing scowl you give a misbehaving child.

Spite seemed delighted by this turn of events, fully devoting his attention to her. Following as she left the pantry in a quiet sweep of feet.

Lucanis closed his eyes, settling in a slump against the wall. Alone. Maker, he hadn't been truly alone in so long.

Reverent in the silence.

A gift. A moment of peace.

He leaned his head into his palms. Groaning out through fingers.

"Mierda..."

He really liked her.

~

[dootznbootz]

I saw this and immediately thought of Dionysus. The girl on the left is Ariadne and the girl on the right is Apollo or Hermes minding their own gd business.

[enlitment]

Okay while I absolutely adore the ending of Plato's Symposium with drunk Alcibiades confessing that he didn't manage to pull Socrates (despite putting his whole... mind into it), the description of the pretty flowers and ribbons, the insane gay love triangle that's hinted at between him, Socrates and Agathon --

-- my favourite part is actually the fact that Socrates admits having been taught everything he perceives to be true about Eros by Diotima. She's described as 'wise' and Socrates not only listens to her but also gives her full credit for making him understand the concept of desire -- he respects women!!

I know, I know, low bar, but it made me really happy. Further proving that Socrates & Plato are the superior philosophers, unlike a certain someone.

[alexandriad]

ancient greek ladies but this time make them mermaids

[glykera]

Open starter (this ones been in my notes app for ages)

Glykera just wouldn't stop following you around. She kept trying to help you with every little thing. Gods know she was bored. Somehow, she had managed to help clean the entire camp, which was pretty hard to do with a bunch of mentally ill teenagers. She needed to be able to help somebody.

@the-gods-abandoned-us @arisdaughter @mache-of-greece @demigod-jack-hearth @kaiaalwayswins @unhinged-waterlilly @yourlocalfallenstar @son-of-the-moonlight @luci-likes-dinoss @elixs-mythology-corner @bast-the-best26 @emdabitchass @if-chaos-was-a-boy @luck-is-crucial @love-lightning-forethought @the-prince-telemachus @pink-koi-lovejoy @apollos-favorite-child @ariathemortal @cass-sees-the-future @reyna4ever @daughter-ofthe-moontitan @of-course-im-the-winner

[fluentisonus]

if I ever got time portaled to dark age/archaic greece I would be so insufferable about aeneas in the iliad he'd show up & I'd be cheering & sobbing & the bard would be giving me dirty looks & unfortunately explaining why I'm so attached to mr random side character would probably cause temporal damage so I'd be stuck as the local ye olde red stringboard deranged about a minor character guy & if I'm lucky maybe get a job that let me paint him on pots

[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

Guys, I can't get out the Marauders + Lily + Snape road trip with baby Harry around the world to run from Voldemort AU (after reading that glorious what if this happened post by @overlord-of-fantasy; which is just a great idea I swear)— bc it's such A FUN concept like😭 and the bestest crackiest fix it ever — LIKE IMAGINE ALL OF THEM ON A ROAD TRIP. Together. And Harry? Baby Harry who gets his parents and his uncles and gets to see the world as he grows up? Chef's kiss.

[gemsofgreece]

“Torment her spirit and her heart, Károsa, daughter of Theló, until she jumps to her feet and comes running to Apalós, son of Theonilla, now, now, full of desire and love…

Make her forget her husband and her child and run melting from her desire for love and sex, especially sex, with Apalós, son of Theonilla, now, now, quickly, quickly.”

- Love spell performed by super chill Greek man, ~ 50 BC *, Papyri Graecae Magicae

Fun fact: the man’s name Apalós (απαλός) means “soft to the touch”.

*There is apparently a typo in the date, because it says “from the 5th (5ο) century BC”. Papyri Graecae Magicae date from 100 BC to 400 CE, so the correct date must be 50 BC and not 5th century BC.

[llitchilitchi]

'the average Macedonian soldier suffers one head injury per month' factoid actualy statistical error. average Macedonian soldier suffers 0 head injuries per month. Alexander the Great, who suffers 5 head injuries a day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted