#greek god fiction

[whereserpentswalk]

When the human known to us as Christ arrived in the underworld, gods and shades alike were horrified. It was always a big deal when demigods arrived in the underworld, but this one had died so brutally, a young man, not even old enough to grow a beard, tourtued to death at the will of his own divine parentage, the blood dripping from his shade's hands.

The high gods of the underworld brought him up to their tower to figure out what happened. Christ had recoiled from them at first, thinking they were Devils, but had to take Anubis's hand to ascend the tower's steps, as his legs were badly wounded. The gods of the dead looked at him with both sympathy and horror, it was the first time a he had seen a god look at him with either of those emotions.

Hades swore that this was his brother's doing, but even then it crossed a new line. The description of a god impregnating a young girl in Bethlehem fit what Hades knew of Zeus, but to harm his own son in such a way, as part of a ploy to try to gain all of Rome for him alone, had proven his brother's reign growing darker. Still, he took mercy on the young man, promising him at least three days safety in the underworld without his father trying to claim him again. Hades wondered if the poor girl knew when she held her child that he was born to suffer and die, just as the mothers of great heros knew their destiny. Hades hoped Chrsit would have a chance to stay longer, his wife would return in the fall, and he had the same kind eyes as her, she would probably like to know him.

Hel came to comfort Christ once he had a chance to rest. She helped tend his wounds, and pet his head, and for the first time christ was held by a divinity that didn't expect anything from him. And she told him stories of her father to cheer him up after meeting with such a horrible fate. And she told him that no father should ever do such a thing as what his father had done to his child, that if she had known in time she would have saved him. And she let him be comforted as a human, instead of being a lord of all humanity. And for a momment he didn't have to be the son of god who felt alone while bleeding and dying, but the son of the carpenter Joseph who had been reminded of home when he felt the wood of the cross.

He wasn't allowed to stay, his father wanted him back, back to be the bleeding prince of a new and lonely kingdom. And the underworld wept for him, not because the underworld was deprived of Christ, but because Christ was deprived of the underworld.

[echo-stimmingrose]

Actually fuck you. Ares and Hephaestus are amazing. Also you're just gonna forget Hebe like that?

[mwritesc]

The release of Cyprus' prologue!

Cyprus' prologue and first scene of its first chapter are here! Way earlier than expected, but they're ready to go and I wanted to get something out there as soon as it was perfectly set. Also the fact that the sooner in the creation process I get something out there, the sooner in the creation process I get feedback, and the more I'm able to implement it. So, as always, I encourage everyone to give me pointers!

I decided to add an additional scene from chapter 1 to the prologue release due to the prologue being pretty short, so now we get to meet Zephyrus, Theias, Boreas, and Adonis along with the original Thallo and some of the nymphs. Also, as a quick notice, there wont be saves for this update but that shouldn't be a problem seeing as it's pretty short on its own.

(UPDATE: Saves have been added, though I recommend you not to save at the very last page as that page will be updated and you may lose your progress).

I hope you guys enjoy the update, and again, I encourage you all to give me pointers or let me know if there are any bugs that I missed. Enjoy!

DEMO

[jakobos]

Mermay - The Siren Isle Day 26

Nereid Blood

[queercodedwizard]

Attention nerds

I am working on a presentation for powerpoint night with my friends. I am presenting on the funniest/wildest fandom controversies throughout all of history. Everything from angry letters to Arthur Conan Doyle's publishers when he killed off Sherlock Holmes to good old November 5th 2020 and any other crisis that arose among a group of people that really liked a particular story/person, even before the term fandom came around. I'm especially interested in historical drama, but anything up through the last decade is very welcome. If you happen to know of any particular examples of this, please share with me in the notes, and if possible provide sources. I would greatly appreciate it

[mask131]

I think I posted about this before, but since people have been talking about "Blood of Zeus" this whole subject is being thrown back at me again...

What is it with American media and its obsession with having the Greek gods die?

Because that's this sort of big trend everywhere, from Blood of Zeus to Wonder Woman, it is always about how turns out the Greek gods can die and they do so on a regular basis? And... I mean why are they so adamant and insistant about this?

Don't get me wrong, I do understand the whole "death of the old gods" trope and "American Gods" is one of my favorite novels (or "Small Gods" to take a more fantasy example). But I am not speaking about works that explore the idea that gods fade out with their worship. I am speaking about these specific works that just always introduce the idea that "Oh yeah gods are not immortal, they're just hard to kill" or "Oh yeah turns out there IS a weapon that can kill the gods, it just never came up until now".

Because... that reflects already how people today do not get Greek mythology. Greek mythology is NOT Norse mythology, for example. Norse mythology DOES have mortal gods. Gods that not only are wounded - like the Greek gods - or poisoned - like the Egyptian gods - but who also have to be faced with mortality, with aging, with the eventual end of all things... The entire idea of the "death of the gods" is woven in Norse beliefs and in the depiction of Scandinavian gods. It is a key part of this mythology - to the point when the gods DID find an entity that seemingly would not die despite all of their efforts, they FREAKED OUT.

And then... You have Greek mythology. Where the gods do not age, are immortal, cannot die, do not know in the slightest what mortality is (or rather do not know it on a personal level). There is no "death of the gods" in Greek mythology, and this explains a lot about the gods' behavor and depiction. It is precisely BECAUSE the gods are immortal and endless that they must get VERY inventive to deal with each other (from the "vore technique" to the castration passing by all sorts of chaining, imprisonment and enslavment). It also explains why they have such bizarre love-hate relationships with each other, precisely because they are stuck with each other for ever, and thus they can't have the same relationships mortal beings such as us human can have with each other.

This is integral to understanding how the Greeks conceived the gods, and how the myths worked - and not only that but is part of the spice of Greek mythology retellings, because to have characters that cannot die is a narrative challenge in itself that encourages us to work our imagination! And yet... Everytime American media just treats them as super-heroes (it doesn't help that I used "Wonder Woman" as an example) and has them be killed as if it was, you know, NORMAL? Sometimes there's not even a really big deal made out of it and... It kind of saddens me. I guess it is just the easiest way to go the "let's be edgy mode, let's killt he immortal!". Except it isn't even a big stuff like how God of War had "Let's kill the gods!", at least it made a point of it being WORLD CHANGING you know?

And against that you have so many works that treat the killing of Greek gods as just... something normal, you know? It is even worse when there are crossovers between Norse and Greek mythologies because they do not make any effort at reconciling these opposite deities.

All these medias I am refering to were PERFECT for Norse mythology - they were DESIGNED for Norse gods. Because the Norse gods are so much closer to your American super-heroes than the Greek gods, because the Norse gods are precisely about dealing with death on a regular basis, and Americans' recent love for Norse gods in media does prove the point there is something that echoes Americans' fictional expectations in ancient Scandinavia. And yet... every time it is about the Greek gods.

Is it really so hard to commit yourself to writing something about immortal gods that are ACTUALLY immortal? That's like the worldbuilding basis number 1 in Greek mythology... Anyway, that was just my cranky old man rant.

[writingamongther0ses]

Out There

Summary: Megara witnesses his cousin's return.

Notes: I'm having fun with "Clip Your Wings" with @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt of 'Out There.' R.K. has had years to gain more power and practical worship and it shows when she has her full memory.

-_-

"POLYBOTES OF NISYROS!"

The yell silenced the battlefield. Megara couldn't blame anyone- he heard the yell, deep in his ribcage. On the beach, there was Levi and Naomi, sprinting away as fast as they could while dragging something. But his eyes were locked on the front of the ancient Greek trireme, still having seaweed as if dragged from the bottom of the sea.

R.K. Calimeris stood there and, even from this distance, Megara could see her smile. The package he had sent must've reached her, since she wore her helmet, decorated with the wings of Hermes, and her shield, bearing the face of the Minotaur, shone proudly on her arm.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Wow," Leah said. "She's really going out there."

Megara barely managed a nod. He had only seen her in dreams, but now that they were in the same place, he could see what Venus had meant. He would've thought she was a goddess if he didn't know better.

Even out there, he could see her blue eyes gleam.

[mscvlll]

I’m going to write a camp half-blood fanfic with either a Hephaestus, Hermes or Ares kid as the love interest. Comment which one you’d like, also which god or goddess the MC’s parent should be<3

[devil-in-the-details-ay]

18

Chapter 17

The conversation continues...and a revelation happens..

“Which is?” Astaroth queried with a touch of hesitancy in his voice, wondering what his wife had in store for him now.  A zoo’s worth of animals on the island? Another island paradise to hideaway in? A mountain one this time?  A baby?  Primus Sator forbid!

Taking a deep breath, since she felt kind of foolish for asking, but that seemed on par for the course of the evening, “Could we try a first date again? Maybe just the two of us? You know, since I ruined this one.” Yara looked away from him, trying to keep the tears from building in her eyes.  The thought of how to ask, or even how to plan it on her own, had been what was keeping her awake.  She wanted to have a romantic time with her husband.  She wanted to show him she wasn’t a lost cause.

If Yara had been trying to hide how nervous she was to ask that question, she failed spectacularly.  Astaroth was impressed she wasn’t physically trembling in his arms when she asked though, as bad as her voice shook and cracked.  That was tempered with pride in her for being able to actually get it out instead of hiding her thoughts like she had a habit of doing. Her looking away didn’t bother him, he’d rather her look away and be able to speak her mind than them keep tripping over one another.

Gently, he used two fingers to tip her chin so that she was once more looking at him in the very low light.  “Do you mind if I change it a little?  Make it so we both have a better time and are more relaxed?”  His fingers gently caressed the edges of her face as he looked at her adoringly.  There were mistakes that he had made that he didn’t intend on making again. He was learning he rather enjoyed having his wife in his arms, and the sound of his name rolling of her tongue. “Whatever you want, but I just…” Yara paused as she nodded, she honestly didn’t care.  It could be a completely different type of night, she just wanted a second chance.  He already meant something to her, and was beginning to mean a whole lot more, she didn’t want to drive him away or to actually look at someone else longingly because she was an emotional mess.  The thought of that was killing her, even with his promise that it would be just the two of them.  “I just want a special time for us, and not to ruin it this time.”  Her head pressed firmly against his chest, her eyes closing.

He tsked her, shaking his head slightly, before kissing her forehead.  “You did not ruin it, Papilio.  You learned that you are cared for, and will never be abandoned or rejected.”  He held her tighter and sighed.  “Life is not an all or nothing, with me, not for you.  We will learn one another, and things will get easier.”  Another kiss was placed on her forehead, as he tried to figure out how to better comfort her, and also wondered why it was that her upset troubled him so deeply.  This whole relationship was a new experience.

“Dinner was amazing, but you know that the rest was not what you had envisioned, or what we could have had.”  There was an undercurrent of sadness and remorse to her voice that displeased him. There was no reason for it.  Yes, she had misunderstood the situation, but she had not done anything to purposely ruin the night. Her sitting there silently was the exact opposite of how he would have expected her to react to seeing someone flirt with him, and assuming he was receptive.

“True, but such is life.  So, we shall have a second date.  I do want to keep my wife happy. I wouldn’t want her eyes or heart to wander to someone else.  After all, she is becoming very important to me.” The seriousness of the conversation gave way to a slight tease in his voice. 

“Asti….” She scoffed and lightly thumped his chest with her hand, looking up at him like he’d just told her that Lucifer was a fluffy bunny. Still, she had not missed his last statement, and it hit her deep.

“I do love it when you say my name….” That wasn't a lie, which the deepening of his voice and the darkening of his eyes gave credence to. There were even times he wished she said it more.  He had to be losing his sanity, but for the moment he didn't care.

“Astaroth…” Yara’s voice lowered and became husky, his name becoming an almost purr that reverberated against his neck before she placed a soft kiss there.  To find out that she had an effect on him emboldened her, and gave her a newfound sense of satisfaction.  The woman at the bar might have been more seductive than she was, but it was clear that she hadn’t affected Astaroth.  If Yara was able to with just his name, well that was definitely a bonus in her favor.  

“Keep doing that and I might keep you in bed all day tomorrow, Papillio.”  His own voice lowered as well, his wife's seduction working fully on him. Even tired after an emotional evening, he would not refuse her.  Not with the new feelings taking root in his heart, and how enjoyable their first encounter was.

“Is that a threat or a promise, love?”

“Both.” Astaroth kissed her lightly, enjoying the tease and seduction of the moment. Fingers sinking into her dark locks, he pulled her closer for a deeper kiss before pulling back to look into her eyes.

“Te amo, Astaroth Anthas, Mortem meam.” (I love you, Astaroth Anthas, my Death.) Yara slipped into Latin as easily as she breathed. For some reason, saying the words in that, instead of Demontongue, was easier. The admission that she had already fallen in love with him, since the moment he had learned all about her past, yet had not pushed her away like the others, terrified her. She had handed him the instrument of her own destruction. 

For a full beat, Astaroth was convinced he'd translated what she'd said wrong in his head.  There was not a possibility that she could feel the same for him. He knew her doubts and fears, her insecurities; but he also knew that after their conversation earlier, she would not say such things lightly or in jest.  His belief, once more, that the Fates were involved in whatever was transpiring, seemed confirmed. 

Yara had felt like she couldn't breathe, maybe her heart didn’t even beat, while she waited for him to say something.  Once she had said it, it was too late to take it back and the expected rejection was causing her to want to run from the bed and the room. Even though she knew he would not be cruel or mean, that almost made it worse. He would be kind in his denial of mutuality.

The last thing Astaroth was going to do was leave Yara wondering his reaction to her admission.  Rolling over so she now was the one on her back, and he was looking down into her soulful eyes that he adored, he gave her his answer. “Te amo, Yara Anthas, amica mea papilio et amator animae meae.” (I love you, Yara Anthas, my darling butterfly and lover of my soul.)

Her eyes searched his for any sign that he was just placating her, her heart trying to escape her rib cage as it thundered inside. If he had not been so close, his eyes capturing hers with their intensity, she would have sworn she hallucinated those words, those words that no one had said to her before in her life; and they came from the only man that would ever matter to her for the rest of her life,

Astaroth truly loved her. Her, the daughter that no one wanted. Death loved. In some way it was poetic, but in every way it was perfect. As they came together once more, sealing their bond and their love, both felt whole for the first time in their existence; like they had truly found the part that was missing.

*****

On Olympus, Clotho sat back from the pool and looked over to Atropos with a smirk. Both Fates had worked hard for this day, this hour, this minute. More was coming, some dark, some light, and a lot bloody. Lachesis came with the wine and goblets and they looked over at the twelve tapestries with threats binding them. It was coming together. Soon the Primus Sator would summon them, and it would begin....

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[authormikamathews]

Not human

The Minotaur was never half human, his mother is Pasiphae. She is an immortal being, the child of Helios and a water nymph.... worshiped once as an Ocular deity. So no, Minotaur ( named Asterion in truth) is not half human at all...

Medusa was never human, her parents were Phorcyus and Keto, two sea deities! Even in Ovid's version where she was assaulted by Poseiden. Which sort of explains the powers of her blood, all of her siblings are powerful monsters, her sister is Echidna, the wife if Typhon and mother of all earthly monsters from Ladon to Cerebus...

So... I might be writing stories with these are relevant parts...

Still thought this cool to share.

[vverago]

THE WHITE CROW BURNS

By Vienna Godoy

A 2,357 word excerpt of my novella wip, We Sang in the Wood: A Series of Short Stories of Animal Myths, for acereadsandwrites on Instagram

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Summary:

They say crows, beautiful messengers of Apollo, used to be as white as swans. Until, one crow is caught within the betrayal of her Master’s lover: Coronis. In return, Apollo burns her wings to ash.

The little crow shares her tale to a bevy of swans, whom are dying to spoil her secret, while Apollo hunts her sisters.

Amongst the rustling of the groves, a Raven catches the air. She violently dashes through the leaves with her feathers dripping with ink and ash. In the middle of the tangling forest, resides a dark pond hidden by the overcast of branches– only little pools of sunlight strike the water in glittery waves. The Raven crashes onto a tree, groaning at the pain as her eyes spot a shimmer of ivory. 

Across the wine ridden water, a bevy of Swans sing together in a haunting harmony. The dissonance calms the heart of the Crow, and urges her to come closer to their song. The Crow pants, creeping around the rays, meeting the edge of the pond. She cries at the beauty of the pale feathers that gleam without a speck of dirt. 

“Hark, snow painted Swans!” She caws loudly with her wings flapping, “Your beauty shines no more than the sun. You wouldn’t dare believe that I nearly shared the same radiance.” 

A few Swans glance at the little Crow, who wallows at the pondside. Her wings cake in the mud. 

One gave her a haughty laugh, “You? With your feathers soaked in the mud and burnt like ash? Of course we wouldn’t dare believe your pitiful, self-seeking tale.”

The Crows sniffs at his snide laugh as the others honk in laughter. “I only speak the truth as is my duty as a messenger! My wings were pure as yours, iridescent in the light! The Keeper of the Sun has cursed me, but I dare not speak his name! His light burnt my wings– Oh, how painful they feel!”

Her accusation earns their interest, and they crane their necks towards her. They honk and shout over each other, twisting to ask her for her story.

The Crow sighs, wings tucking into her gray sides. “Very well, but know that it pains me to tell! My sisters and I lived in the heavens where the gods danced in the clouds. The skies are always bright there, the Storm King hates to rain on his kingdom.

“Despite the plethora of gods, there was only one we liked to dance and sing with: the young boy of the Sun. He loved us! He’d feed us from his dark, sun-soaked hands. In return, we feed him news of the mortal word as his lips would kiss our crooked beaks lovingly.

“One day, I was flying through Thessaly when horror struck! A hunter pierced my wing with an arrow! As I tumbled through the city, I spotted the princess on her porch. Her hair was like midnight, as if I could drown in it. And her eyes were just as dark against her pale skin.

“The Thessalian princess smiled at me radiantly as I stumbled into her yard. She lifted me into her hands before stroking my feathers and kissing my head.

“‘You poor thing!’ She cried, carrying me into her room. ‘Oh, sit very still!’

“She had set me on a bed of soft quilts, nestling me like a chick, as she tended my wound. I chirped and cawed as the pain left. Once I was tended to, she cradled me in arms for the night.

“‘How lovely to meet you, little Raven.’ She whispered to me. ‘I am Coronis; I hope you shall visit me often.’ Once the Sun appeared in the sky, I flew back to share the young god with my news.

“‘Little Crow,’ He smiled warmly. ‘Your sisters shared fascinating news last night: stories of Ares’ growing wars in Crete; of a child with beauty akin to Aphrodite in the Ionian Sea. Yet, you were the only one absent! I hope your night was filled with tales.’

“I bowed, spreading my beautiful white wings. ‘My Master, my day was treacherous, yet my night was peaceful. Hark! See my wing as an unlucky hunter has missed his prey.’ My master then kissed my beak and wings in folly. ‘But, a young princess of Thessaly took me in and nursed me back to health! I owe her many thanks and visits.’

“He was so enamored by my tale, finding himself daring to meet the kind princess who cared for his friend. And so, mid-day, he carried me on his golden chariot to the beautiful city. I perched on his shoulder as we searched her garden, and finally found the inky haired royalty onto a stone stool– sewing a little scarf. My master transformed himself. Now understand, my pale friends, the light of a god is powerful! I nearly went blind from his beacon, but my feathers could stand the heat of a dying star!”

The eldest Swan honks, “A dying star! Well, no longer, can you now?”

The Raven’s feathers ruffle and her eyes flitter towards the little pools of sunlight growing through the trees. “Hush!” She shouts, whispering the end.

“And continue to heed my tale. The young god was immediately stricken by her beauty. His ambrosia eyes were glittering, and he nearly fainted in my wings! However, he rose himself up. His delicate golden curls bounced delightfully on his dark skin as he took a step to her. I immediately fluttered to my friend– cooing the best I could. The Thessalian princess smiled wonderfully at me, and my heart nearly burst from my chest as she kissed my head.

“‘Hello again, little Raven.’ That darling Coronis whispered. Her kisses ceased with her gasp. ‘Oh! You brought a friend.’

“I peek out from her neck, watching the sun god admire the sight. He smiles softly, a gentle regal poise that hides his boisterous godhood. I watched him bow to the princess, telling her he was the son of a visiting merchant– looking forward to meeting the king’s children.

“Coronis grinned. ‘There is only one, Young Master. And, she is I.’ She set me on the ground, standing with grace to bow. ‘I am Princess Coronis of Thessaly, at your service, Young Lord.’

“And so, the sun god kissed her hand and gave her a fake name: Ellios, after his old friend.”

“Our dear Helios!” A swan wept. “Oh, we knew his story well. That young wretched god took his home in the sky without any thanks!”

“Don’t you lie about my Master!” The Raven shouted.

“You are no longer his servant, little Raven!” The elder Swan stated. “He has casted you out, we can say what we please about him, and you can continue your story about him.”

The Raven’s feathers ruffle at his words, but she sighs. “Very well, I suppose I have no control of that nor does my Master. But, please!” She pleads, eyes gazing at the sun settling in the trees. “Take caution for my own safety! I can see his chariot searching for me. But, to continue my tale:

“My Master and Princess Coronis quickly became close friends, alongside my friendship with Coronis. They would flock in the fields, confide with each other in the garden. I would linger in their escapades, and my dear Coronis always found ways to include me. At night, when Ellios left, Coronis would keep me close to her chest and kiss my head.

“She whispered. ‘How I wish you could join me, little Raven, beautiful specimen. You always can find me, caring for me like a dear friend. Yet, you can never stay, wings cannot run.’

“I truly loved her, understand! I wished for the sun god to give me legs, so that I may run with them and kiss her hand like he does. He refused, dismissing me with a coldness like the dark side of the moon.

“Without a word he left, and I followed him around the world and back to Thessaly. There, the princess’s chambers, laid her and the sun god in gentle embrace– to my utter horror! He had taken my place upon her bosom! I fled, crying to my sisters, yet they only berated me!

“‘Falling for a human! You insane bird! Won’t that sun god have your head!’”

“And, how right they are!” The swans shouted. “Such is forbidden love, it could never be!”

“And, how correct you would be!” The Raven cried as moonlight drifted overhead.

“Those nights continued the same, until Coronis no longer had me as her nightly companion… Replaced by her new lover, that damned god, we grew distant. I fled to the heavens, distracting myself with my sisters’ follies.

“Until, Ellios called me to the earth, asking me to watch over his love– the princess– as she was full with a child.”

The swans gasp and honk in surprise!

“My reaction was just like yours! But, loyal as a bird can be, I flew down to Greece again. And, Coronis greeted me with kisses as though I never left. And, my Master was true! Her belly was swollen, her cheeks softened– pink as roses! She glowed brighter than his chariot dragging the sun! I watched her like a hawk.

“During the day, I watched her tend her garden as other men would bother her for her hand. Once I relayed this to Ellios, his face darkened, and he instructed me to return to the Earth.

“‘Peck out their eyes! Might they never see her beauty; only I deserve it!’ He cried, shaking me by the wings in fury.

“And, so I swoop down, plucking and pecking the pretty eyes of the princes and dukes who dare enter my princess’ garden. At night, Coronis thanked me every night with kisses. Her baby’s heart beated gently, and I would slumber to its lullaby.

I had fled far into the garden, where a large fountain rested. There, I wept with joy. I felt so free with my princess. But, my head swarmed, scared if Ellios would treat me as he does the princes. I wanted nothing more than to love Coronis. Tears of gold stream into the fountain off my feathers. In a bright flash, a goddess revealed herself to me! Stunning with rainbows, the darling Iris!”

The swans squawk in glee. “Oh, our darling Iris! Gentle goddess!”

“Yes! Yes! The goddess is so kind! She beckoned me closer, speaking sweetly, ‘Oh pretty Raven. Your sisters tell me of your troubles; I wish nothing more than to calm your worries.’

“My heart warms at the goddess, and I finally crow, ‘I love her! I wish only for her happiness! But, my Master is a jealous man.

“He lives in the Heavens, asking me to watch over her– angered when she expresses love for another or others for her, he asked me to remove her from their vision.’ What will you have me do, lovely goddess!’ I asked.

“‘Tonight, before you lay down with your princess. Drink the water of this fountain and look into the mirror. When you wake, you will find something new.’

“As she faded into the rainbow of the water, I followed her instructions: drinking the water as the sun setted. When I returned, Coronis greeted me with sobs and warmth. As her tears fell onto my white feathers, I nuzzled into her chest and pecked lightly on her cheek. Crying softly turned into lullabies.

“When I rose, the world was spinning. Her room felt small in my blurry vision. I glanced down at my Princess… Down? I asked myself. My crow feet dragged on the ground, strangely heavy. And in the mirror, just as Iris promised, wasn’t a little white crow… But rather, a girl. A girl with pure ivory hair and skin that would make any Greek woman jealous. The only thing I could recognize was her dark eyes, beady irises.

“When Coronis awoke, she screamed! I darted to her, shushing her, holding her hands. ‘Coronis! My dearest friend, don’t shout! It’s me! Your little Raven.’

“Coronis gasped, pulling me closer, ‘Little Raven? My darling bird?’ She cups my face leaving my heart pounding as she bores her eyes into mine. I watched her eyes grow before she pulled me close. ‘Oh my, my friend! What god has blessed me? Blessed us? Oh, what great fortune! Knowing you can now speak to me, I don’t feel as lonely. I dreamed of this conversation for years.’ We smile, lingering with stares, before I lay beside her and kiss her head.

“‘I’ve longed for you to hear me.’ I whispered.

“We didn’t leave her soft bed for the whole day; instead, we kissed each other and talked like long lost friends. I became her personal handmaid, and she called me Ischys. For weeks, I watched over my princess– finally able for her to rest on my bosom. I watched her belly, nearly due. My sisters would visit, questioning when I would return to share my news with the Master. But, I couldn’t leave my new body– not even if I wished.

“But, the peace could not continue as one night, when I laid with Coronis and she was kissing my new name into my skin, the sun god had snuck into the window. He shouted at us in rage, crying that one of my sisters had told him! Coronis begged him to stop, but the fury of a god is a powerful thing.

“With his magic, he stripped my arms into wings, and I watched his human form transform into a godly light. Coronis shielded herself, but his light began to burn my skin! It boiled and stung, yet I fled– as fast as my wings could carry me. As my wings dripped ivory and into ink, I stumbled into your pond. Where I now hide from his fury.”

“And Coronis? What has come of her?” The Swans asked.

And, the Raven cried. “I don’t know! I miss her so much, but I know in my heart she still breathes with her child!

“But, now you know. But listen closely, he now searches for my sisters because of my doing. Do not let him burn their beautiful wings! I beckon you, dearly beautiful friends, seal this tale from your songs! For their sake!”

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Hope you enjoyed <3

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[mwritesc]

CYPRUS: Next Release Announcement + THE OLYMPIAN GODS

So excited to announce that Cyprus' prologue will be released on April 17th, 2023, also marking the games' first demo! Thanks for all the love over the past few days, I'm still so surprised we were able to grow so much over such a short time.

For the time being, may I please welcome the Olympian gods!

Zeus - The king of the Olympians. He spends his days lounging in the halls of Olympus, running affairs of the mortal plane alongside his wife. Although Zeus may not appear in his former glory, he will not hesitate to bring out the lightning that struck down his father, and his father before him.

Hera - The queen of the Olympians. The weight of the heavenly and mortal planes fall on either of her shoulders, with her family spilling through her hands. Hera is on the verge of falling to pieces, but would never let it show behind the gaze of a regal goddess destined for the throne.

Poseidon - Poseidon is the god of the seas and earthquakes. One of the most powerful on Olympus, he spends his days travelling the worlds' most beautiful, forbidden locations and attempting to regain his youth. (Godly Parentage Option)

Demeter - Demeter is the goddess of the harvest. She brings life, and loss just as painful and slow. Her protectiveness of her children keeps her beside herself for a good portion of her time in Olympus, though it doesn't stop her from juggling the other countless responsibilities she has in the mortal realm. (Godly Parentage Option)

Athena - The goddess of wisdom and tactical warfare. She spends her days planning the expansion of the glory of Olympus, and writing books she files into her own personal library. She observes and reasons with the mirrored accuracy of her spear.

Artemis & Apollo - The twin deities of the sun and moon, both in archery and the arts. While Artemis spends her days on the hunt on mortal soil, Apollo spends his driving the chariot of the sun through the skies, bringing light to the earth through his quick smile and golden sun.

Ares - Ares is the god of war, with a quick temper and affinity for bloodshed. He ruthlessly toys with the tides of war day by day, and pushes his children to do the same. (Godly Parentage Option)

Hermes - The youngest god of Olympus, Hermes spends very little of his time in its halls. Instead, he races across the mortal realm in an instant, searching for a song he hasn't heard, a hero he hasn't aided, or a mirror he hasn't yet smiled into. He seems much less interested in finding what he should yet be the god of.

Dionysus - Dionysus is the god of wine and pleasure. He takes the place of the overzealous host of Olympus to the minor deities and nymphs across his domain. When he isn't hosting extravagant banquets and feasts, he spends his time wasting away over bottles of his own creation, wine. (Godly Parentage Option)

Iris - Iris is the goddess of the rainbow. Messenger of the women of Olympus, it is rare for her to be kept in the dark for long. Iris spends her days alongside the queen of the gods, tending to lost young nymphs in need of home. (Godly Parentage Option)

NOTICE: Cyprus' prologue was released on April 5th!

[jakobos]

Mermay - The Siren Isle Day 29

Old Wounds

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

Bio: Hello. I am dead inside but strive to bring joy to others. Everyone is welcome in my public ask box, just don’t be weird. DMs are welcome but reserved for other adults. I’m going to block porn.

— Pegs

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Fiction Masterlist:

Please enjoy, my babies. Get in touch for requests or to be added/removed on a particular tag list. If a content warning is missing, please tell me kindly in the comments. Thank you!

The Garden of Innocence — Dionysus x Ariadne | M | angst | love triangle

Fig Tree

Aphrodite

Campfire

Theseus Leaves

The Fountain

Red Cloak

The Water Nymph — Ares x Aphrodite | M | one shot | mutual pining

Oh, My Sunlight — Patroclus x Achilles | M | angst | violence | soulmates | one shot

Patroclus POV

Achilles POV

Wound — Patroclus x Achilles | M | one-shot | bandaging | blood | hurt/comfort

Solider On, Achilles — Trojan War AU | E | angst | violence | 🌶️ | Captive!Patroclus

Read here on AO3

Based on this post by request

Chapter 1

[cynthiyaayaana]

"I could recognise him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breath came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world"

- Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller.

[blackhornedarts]

Work in progress of the Greek gods of the XIII, for my Gods Are Real Comic. Zeus, Hermes, and Hades