#hestia ate with that line

[lord-luminous]

"Not all powers are spectacular." Hestia looked at me. "Sometimes the hardest power to master is the power of yielding."

– Hestia, The Last Olympian (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, pg 102)

[robin-evry]

Reading your demigod post, I liked it. I actually want demigod! Yuu who is related to Hestia.

sure thing, ask and you shall receive

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐃 ( 𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀 ) 🔥

A demigod is a divine mythological figure, a god who is either part human, or a minor god. In ancient Greece, dead heroes were sometimes thought of as demigods. Greek and Roman mythology have their share of demigods, and so do many other ancient religions and traditions.

Demi god!Yuu takes immense pride in making Ramshackle Dorm a welcoming space for everyone. It’s not just a place to live—it’s a home. They have an almost magical ability to keep the fire always burning in the hearth, no matter how cold or chaotic things get. Ramshackle smells of baked bread, warm spices, and something uniquely comforting whenever demi-god!Yuu is around.

Their magic is centered around protective fire. Their flames never burn destructively unless they wills it—they warm, soothe, and shield. During fights, they conjures a dome of fire around their allies, and they even use smaller flames to guide lost souls through dark places, like a guardian light.

They also have a talent at food magic, the food that they always make held magical capabilities, they are able to heal, enhance and banish anxiety. Their cooking has the ability to rejuvenate and heal the bodies and soul of those who ate it.

They also have a habit of finishing their food in half of it and then throw the unfinished in the fire, when multiple students ask why they did it, they said it's a way to say thank you to their mother.

Demi-God!Yuu is the grounding force in Grim’s chaotic life. Their relationship is much like a motherly bond—Grim causes chaos, and they quietly fixes it. Despite Grim’s mischievous nature, he often finds himself curling up by their side when the day is over, soaking in the warmth and comfort only they can provide.

Ramshackle has been transformed from its previously rundown state into a warm, inviting space. They have added soft, plush furniture like oversized couches, armchairs, and thick rugs, making it perfect for lounging or gathering with friends. The walls are decorated with warm earth tones and rustic, simple decor—wooden shelves, woven tapestries, and small plants give the dorm a homey, lived-in feel

.In the spirit of family and unity, there’s a large, handcrafted wooden dining table in the center of the kitchen, where they often serves meals to friends. The table is always set with mismatched, yet charming dishware, and they keeps it stocked with fresh bread, fruit, and snacks. Meals at Ramshackle are a communal affair, with friends from different dorms often dropping by for food and conversation.

The central feature of Ramshackle Dorm under Demi-godYuu care is a large, ever-burning hearth located in the common room. The fire never goes out, providing warmth and comfort to anyone who enters. The flames are magical, casting a gentle golden light that fills the room with a sense of safety. It’s both literal and symbolic, representing their connection to their mother and their role as the heart of the dorm.

Ramshackle has become a popular spot for study sessions under their watch. They’ll prepare snacks, light the fireplace, and create a quiet, warm environment perfect for focusing on schoolwork. The other students find it easier to concentrate when their around, as their calm energy balances the stress of academics.

The kitchen is the heart of Demi-God Yuu’s hospitality. It’s an open space with hanging pots and pans, shelves lined with herbs and spices, and a large brick oven where they bakes their famous bread and hearty meals. There’s always something cooking, filling the dorm with the scent of fresh-baked goods and simmering stews. The fire in the oven is controlled directly by their magic, ensuring perfect heat for every dish.

During free time trey, Jamil and them would try new baking and cooking recipes. You would always expect them at the school's kitchen or at the ramshackle kitchen cooking a hearty meal for students to enjoy.

Btw behind ramshackle holds a garden filled with vegetables and fruits Demi-God!yuu grow by themselves during free time you can always find them tending to the vegetables and for those who steal without permission is gonna suffer from their raft.

Ruggie enjoys their present, since they always give him free food. Or when he's tired and needs a place to rest you can always find him in ramshackle enjoying a meal prepared by Demi-God!yuu.

They love organizing small celebrations or get-togethers for special occasions. Whether it’s someone’s birthday or a dorm victory, they’ll create an event with homemade food, decorations, and warm fires to keep everyone cozy. These small festivals quickly become a favorite tradition among their friends, who look forward to their thoughtful touches.

They have a habit of collecting small, comforting objects from their friends and surroundings—little tokens like handmade charms, smooth stones, or dried flowers. These trinkets serve as reminders of the bonds they’ve formed with others, and they often places them on shelves or keeps them in pockets to carry that warmth with them.

At the end of the day, Demi-God yuu has a ritual of sitting by the fire, quietly meditating or reflecting on the events of the day. They’ll let the flames dance in front of them, using the soft crackling sound to clear their mind. Sometimes friends will join, creating a peaceful, bonding moment before heading off to bed.

They also often crafts small protective charms out of clay, fire, and herbs, infused with a spark of their divine power. These charms are designed to ward off harm and bring good fortune to those who carry them. Many of their friends have one, often worn as a necklace or tucked into a pocket. The charm glows faintly when danger is near, reminding everyone of their protective nature.

Though demigod-Yuu is kind and gentle, they are fiercely protective when it comes to their friends. They don’t always show it, but they’re constantly aware of everyone’s well-being, ready to step in if something goes wrong. Their quiet but vigilant nature means that danger rarely catches them off guard. When someone threatens those they care about, their flames burn hotter and more intense, transforming them from a peaceful caretaker into a protector.

Demi-God Yuu has an incredible emotional intuition, able to sense when something is off with their friends, even when they try to hide it. Whether it’s the way someone’s aura feels cooler than usual or how they’re behaving more distantly, they will pick up on the smallest shifts and offer quiet support. This makes them a comforting presence, as people don’t have to explain themselves for them to understand.

They can channel their fire magic into healing flames. When someone is injured, they place their hands over the wound and allow a gentle warmth to radiate, accelerating the healing process. These flames don’t burn or hurt but instead bring a soothing, regenerative warmth that makes physical injuries heal faster and leaves the person feeling rejuvenated.

Their clothing is enchanted to be fireproof, both for practical and aesthetic reasons. They often wear outfits that are warm and cozy, like oversized sweaters, soft scarves, and long skirts or pants. Their style is practical but has a rustic charm, blending comfort with the feeling of being always ready for action. The clothes seem to emit a slight warmth as well, making others feel comforted when standing close to them.

They also carries a small, portable cooking kit that includes a tiny pot, a collapsible spatula, and a few spices. While it may seem strange, this kit is perfect for impromptu cooking, whether it's brewing a quick soup or making tea. Their always ready to cook, no matter where they are.

Demi-God Yuu can communicate with fire spirits and small ember-like creatures. These spirits sometimes act as helpers or companions, flitting around them, providing warmth, guidance, or even playful company. These little spirits are drawn to their hearth-like energy and often appear when they need a reminder of home or emotional support.

While they are known for their warmth, they carry a deep sadness from feeling like an outsider. Their divine heritage often makes it difficult to fully connect with their peers, leading them to struggle with feelings of inadequacy or not belonging. They share their feelings only with their closest friends, who help remind them of their worth and the positive impact they have on those around them.

Demi-God Yuu has a collection of unique candles from different places, each with its own story. They love to light these candles during study sessions or gatherings, filling the room with various scents that evoke memories and feelings of comfort.

They carrie a small, intricately designed keychain shaped like a flame that their mother gave them as a child. It serves as a reminder of Hestia’s love and protection and brings them comfort in challenging times. They often hold it when feeling anxious.

Malleus has a soft spot for them, often visiting their room to enjoy the warmth and peace it provides. He feels a connection to their hearth-like energy, which calms him in moments of solitude. They share a special bond over their understanding of loneliness.

Demi-God Yuu holds various superstitions related to their heritage, such as always carrying a lucky charm or lighting a candle before an important event. They believe these rituals help them connect with Hestia and bring them good fortune.

Demi-God Yuu has an affinity for puns, especially ones related to fire or warmth. Their friends groan at Demi-God Yuu’s dad jokes, but they can’t help but laugh because of their contagious enthusiasm and genuine joy in sharing them.

They enjoy spending time with Lilia, as he appreciates the warmth they bring to any gathering. They often have deep conversations about life, family, and finding purpose, bonding over their shared experiences as guardians of their respective communities.

They also keeps a journal filled with recipes from around the world. They aspire to learn about different culinary traditions and eventually host an international potluck at NRC, encouraging everyone to share their heritage.

[eeviaylxix]

So I watched Ride The Cyclone for the first time the other day. Right now, I re-listened to The Ballad of Jane Doe, and I noticed a parallel. (it might be a reach. I might just be going crazy lmao)

The line "time eats all his children in the end" is, as we know, a reference to greek mythology, specifically the myth of Cronus, the god/titan (?) of time, eating his children to prevent them from overthrowing him.

But I noticed a deeper parallel - the gods who were eaten are five of the Olympians (Poseidon, Hades, Hera, Demeter, and Hestia), but Zeus wasn't. Zeus saved them.

In a way, Zeus and Jane Doe from RTC are very similar. They are both "introduced" later than the others (Zeus being the youngest, Jane literally being introduced later). And while Jane didn't specifically "save" the choir (who there are five of, just like the five gods who were eaten), she was the one to live. Zeus wasn't eaten like his siblings. He wasn't doomed. His mother replaced him with a rock, which Cronus mistook for him and ate. And just like him, Jane was different from the rest; she lived. The others died, like how the gods were eaten, but Jane was saved, and she avoided that and got to live.

Idk, this might just be my greek mythology obsessed brain going insane, but I think it's pretty cool once you really think about it. Thank you for coming to my ted talk :)

[choicesmc]

home is with her (but you’re close enough)

MC: Jiahao Thorne Book: Immortal Desires Word Count: Summary: Jiahao is terribly homesick for her sister an ocean away. Luckily for him, her mom can be too much like her. Banner: After the Bath by Joseph Lorusso Prompt: Hestia Taglist: @choicesmaychallenge24

The avocado was too firm to mush. That much Jiahao knew. Frustration coiled around him.

Adanne never struggled to mash a chunk of avocado. Her fingers flew over ingredients, weighing and mixing and measuring everything with her heart. She never had to pause to check a label. Never had to wrestle the peel off of something. 

Not that it mattered. 

Remembering the ease Adanne moved through the kitchen did nothing to soothe the gaping hole of longing that ate at Jia. In fact, every memory was coated in a poisonous layer of nostalgia that only fueled the homesickness that ran through her.

It emptied her. 

And Jiahao hated feeling empty. 

So when the bowl flew right out of her hands and smashed against the wall, leaving green half-mushed chunks to crawl down floral printed wallpaper, a quick shot of satisfaction tingled through Jia. …Right before being swallowed by the ever-growing void that longed for Adanne. 

“Jia?” 

He didn’t move, anger stiffening his stance, “What?”

The edge of her tone must have scared Charity off because she said nothing more. Instead she inspected the seasonings and powders lining the countertops and the odd egg here and there. 

When her eyes landed on the shaobing Jia clutched in hand, understanding dawned. 

“You’re peckish,” she stated, hands already flying over ingredients, making measurements with her heart. 

Jia said nothing, merely taking mental note of his mother as she flittered around the kitchen. 

Charity murmured under her breath –like Adanne did.

Her steps were light, barely making a sound as she  moved from counter to counter. Something Adanne did too.

Her eyes stayed trained on their task, barely pausing to let anything else catch their interests. Again. Just like Adanne. 

It was disgustingly sweet how much Charity resembled Adanne. Jia would’ve rolled her eyes if her soul didn’t sing at each similarity. It was embarrassing how tightly she clutched at every unexpected piece of Adanne that flowed through his mother. 

Voice tight, but honest, Jia spoke up, “How can I help?” 

Charity froze, excitement and neutrality battling for dominance over her expression. Ducking her head, voice high and breathy, Charity replied, “Sure, yeah, just, just grind the dried peppers, okay?” 

Jia nodded, reaching for the mortar and pestle. 

This wasn’t home. At least not without Adanne. But, Jia’s eyes flicked towards Charity, perhaps there were enough slivers of Adanne to make do anyway. 

A RECIPE CARD

A/N: another one juud? <- yes.

anyhow, something a little sweet this time <3 + yes the recipe does actually work both! It's a small snack I make from time to time. I promise you, it tastes a lot better than you might think. (i actually had some this morning!! but didn't think to take or a picture or smth, so hopefully i remember next time 🤞)

ENJOY!

[the-pjo-analyst]

Chapter 21 - I Settle My Tab

Theme of the day: Family

Kind of the perfect theme for this chapter, because there’s so many layers and different versions of family that appears (I can already tell this will be a long post lol). There’s the gods’ version of family, found family between the trio, Sally and Percy, and the Jackson household as a whole. Since it was very brief, I’ll start with the trio and how close-knit the three became. Percy says a line about how hard it was to send them away to CHB after all they had gone through together and it makes me so soft,,,, they’ve been through so much in those ten days, arguments, monster battles, traumatic experiences, but they ALWAYS had each other’s backs. They formed an unbreakable bond that carries over this series and beyond 🥺

The gods are a bit strange to analyze in terms of family, because it’s such a loose concept for them, but they also understand it in different ways than mortals. Like Zeus and Hera are siblings but they’re married. Kronos ate his children so they wouldn’t usurp him. Hades is exiled from Olympus just bc he got the short end of the stick. Gods and demigods call each other cousin and uncle and such but it’s really just a title. It’s strictly blood relations and obligations and not really about bonds between two people. Zeus says “for the sake of peace in the family, I shall let you live” like ok Zeus. You just accused a child of stealing your stuff, sent him on a dangerous quest to get it back, and then you say you did me a favor ig so I’ll let you live 🙄For the sake of peace in the family. The definition of someone who cares less about family and more about appearances.

I think the only god who truly has a holistic sense of family is Hestia, and interestingly the hearth is mentioned a few times in the chapter. There’s a huge hearth in the gods’ throne room and Percy talks about how he can hear the fire crackle and feel the warmth from it. I could probably go on a whole rant about Hestia and her representing the concept of home and her leaving the Olympians but that’s a talk for another book lol. In this instance, I’d like to think that Hestia is quietly supporting Percy here, and not out of some sense of duty or obligation as a “family” member, but because she actually cares.

It’s interesting how Percy knows exactly how to handle Zeus and Poseidon. He respectfully walks up to Poseidon and greets him first, and remains silent for most of the scene unless he’s addressed. When Zeus grumbles about not being greeted first, Percy doesn’t react, likely as a learned trait from all the strict adults and bullies he’s dealt with all his life. Percy specifically says he kept his head down and waited. He knows that this is either Zeus egging him on or just him complaining to complain. Reacting would make the situation worse. Like Poseidon said, obedience doesn’t come naturally to him, so this would be something Percy has learned, but part of it is probably also self preservation lmao. It’s a little sad that Percy knows what he should do in this situation, and it’s also a little jarring considering how much attitude he’s shown other gods.

Now onto Poseidon and Percy. There’s a moment when they meet where they size each other up, not knowing what to think of the other, bc although they’re father and son they don’t actually know each other. Poseidon has been watching Percy all his life, but Percy also represents a broken pact for Poseidon, something unforgivable. He calls Percy is wrongdoing and a mistake. Well he doesn’t specifically call Percy that, just the very act of the affair with Sally, but it still insinuates how Percy shouldn’t have been born. Not a great thing to hear whether you’re a child or not. I get the sense that Poseidon doesn’t regret the affair, but feels bad for the consequences it caused, i.e. Percy being the demigod of the Great Prophecy and what that entails for both Percy and Olympus. And for Percy, Poseidon is his non-present father, someone he thought had died up until a month ago, only to learn that he chose not to be part of his life. But Poseidon also helped Percy on his quest when he asked for it. His very voice stirred warm memories in Percy he associated with his father. And in the end Percy is also glad to have a frank father who doesn’t give empty apologies or promises, Poseidon doesn’t pretend if he cares about Percy or not. Which in the long run is so much better for their relationship, because it gives a more solid base for them to become acquainted with one another. In a sense, it’s kind of a clean slate; they’re not letting their past, indirect experiences form their opinions.

I think children of Zeus and Poseidon especially have it rough in terms of parental..... guidance and interaction. With other gods, they are much more free with their gifts and visits. Being the two gods with joint rulership over the cosmos, they tend to be more aloof and distant, maybe bc they need to be. Idk how to properly convey this, but being the top two gods, there’s bad implications with showing favoritism? And their domains are so large that it’s hard to always keep tabs with their children? I think this is also addressed in later books so maybe I’ll hold off on this. Hades doesn’t really have this problem since he rules over a realm separate from humanity and he’s also separate from Olympus itself, so he’s also a bit more free to have a greater presence in his children’s lives. It seems like Poseidon wants to this too but can’t, otherwise he wouldn’t have looked sad when Percy almost asked him to see Sally with him.

Circling bad to Poseidon’s comments on his “wrongdoing,” I can’t help but think about how this really wrenches a knife into Percy’s insecurities. Percy already struggles with feeling wanted and being good enough, and then in his first interaction with his father, he’s told how he shouldn’t have been born because of the potential trouble he’ll cause. BUT Poseidon also reiterates that he’s proud of him and claims him as his own. We don’t get Percy’s immediate reaction to this, but I think it’s due to him having mixed feelings, just like after he was claimed at camp. He’s bitter from Poseidon’s words of remorse, but also can’t help but feel happy from being acknowledged.

Lord I’ve written so much and I haven’t even gotten to Sally and Gabe sdfjdhdf. Tbh I don’t need to talk about Sally and Percy since I’ve already talked extensively on that, but their reunion!!! It makes my heart clench. In every sense, Sally and Percy are a family. Gabe is just a sorry excuse for a human being who’s only role was to help Percy hide from monsters. Percy’s interview with the media will never be not funny bc not only do the journalists eat up his sob story, he also managed to get a jab at Gabe with offering everything free appliances 😂 It’s really sad how many journalists don’t really care about the truth and more about what will sell. They love drama, which is why they easily accepted Gabe’s story of Percy being a delinquent, and also Percy’s seemingly heartfelt story. But the fantasy Jacksons the media ate up and regurgitated is far from the real Jackson household. I honestly forgot that it was confirmed that Gabe physically abused Sally. I think by the way Percy reacted, Sally managed to protect him from that, although you could still infer it. But this is also Percy we’re talking about lmao, he’d never mention it. I want to think that Sally would’ve drawn the line, like you can hurt me but stay the fuck away from my child. Sally and Percy are really two of a kind huh. What a fucking bastard though, for making Sally go to work to “makeup a month’s worth of rent” right after she returned and treating her like his housemaid, among other much worse things. He really deserved getting his head chopped off by Riptide. But it really shows how much Percy has grown as a person when he hesitates sending Gabe to an early grave. He thinks about how it would fit into a hero’s story, how it always ends in tragedy, and how he’d seen the terrors of the Underworld and how he wouldn’t wish that on anyone. And yet, he would still do it for his mom. Because he’s incredibly loyal to a fault and would do anything for her.

I love how Sally has this conversation with Percy as an equal. She doesn’t treat him like a child and tell him “I’m the parent I can’t let you take care of me,” she gives him the same answer she told Poseidon when he basically offered her the world: you can’t solve all my problems for me, I have to do that for myself and find my own strength. Sally gives a life lesson to Percy here, how one can’t rely on the gods for everything and blame them for everything. It’s dangerous to believe one can solve every problem with a wave of their hand because they have the power to. And this is the very reason why Percy is never tempted to join Kronos, because unlike Luke, he doesn’t form a resentment towards the gods have and haven’t done and leaves it at that. Percy looks at a problem and think how do I fix this for the better, in a way that looks at the long term and not the immediate satisfaction. It’s from Sally’s influence and especially this talk that Percy doesn’t form a superiority complex; in the end he recognizes that Sally is strong enough to take care of herself, in the same way he recognizes other people’s strengths and validates them both in this book, and future books. It’s part of why he makes such a great leader, why he could give Luke the knife in book 5, why he’s a good foil for Annabeth as her friend and partner.

Small things:

Percy being like oh that kid is cool to fictional media Percy ahaha

I wonder if Percy’s fear of flying is specifically bc of Zeus or bc he just naturally is freaked out by it. Maybe it’s a child of Poseidon thing, like they’re hardwired to hate flying.

Percy’s interaction with the Empire State desk clerk 😂 Like yes I think Zeus will want to see me immediately *shows off Zeus’ weapon*

Also Zeus is so fucking pretentious, “I have to remove the human taint from my weapon.” Ok Zeus. whatever.

Someday I would love to make a full post on the symbolism of Sally using Medusa’s head to break free from an abusive relationship

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Next: Chapter 22 - The Prophecy Comes True

[ohdudedhesflirting]

Zerobaseone mythology concept

Well, this our second part. I already did our first part on zb1 members (Hyung line) as Greek gods and goddess in case of a Greek mythology concept which I hope is gonna happen.

Disclaimer ! I am basing this from my memories of my class on greek iconography and not of work adapted from it. And i am not going to talk about everything that is SA, abuse and violence the gods are surronded with and created. I am not going to do a whole class on greek mythology so good luck. Its also my opinion. And I am not pretending to know everything, I may even be wrong.

Here is our second and final part : Maknae line : (Below the cut)

Gunwook as Athena

Athena is one of the 12 olympians. She was not born from Kronos and eaten by him but is actually a daughter of Zeus. She is the godess of widsom and of strategic war. Even if she is the godess of widsom she still as little moments of anger we will say (Arachnée as well as Medusa). She is one of the godess that is a virgin and never take a husband.

What you have to remember with Athena is her widsom, she is someone with a vision. In a case of a war there is two people that will be needed : Ares (which more of the brutal force) and Athena which will focus more on the strategic parts of a battle. If Athena takes part in a battle actively you know that normally it will be done fair and square. She respects the rules.

In her iconography Athena is represented as a warrior godess. She has an armor, an helmet as well as a shield. And what allows one to identify her no matter what is the presence of the aegis (égide in french) as well as the decapitated head of Medusa.

But mostly one is able to identify her with her warrior like appaerance with her helmet, armor and shield.

Now concerning Gunwook I feel like the link is quite obvious.

Gunwook is brilliant. He is the top student, class president, and we saw with the Kill this love stage that he has a strategic mind as well as a vision. He is able to understand the strenght of everyone around him and then put it together to build a strategy.

We could expect something that is truly giving a warrior vibe, with the helmet, shield and those two symbols of Athena with the aegis and the decapitated head. Even if they will go with a softer version.

Ricky as Dyonisius

This one is kinda confirmed as well lol.

Dyonisius is in most version the son of Zeus, some say that he died and then his father made him become a god because of the affection he had for him. Or in other versions he is an human that was transformed into a god because he was the one that invented the wine and gods liked wine.

Dyonisus is the god of wine, fertility of the soils, theater and party. In his iconographic representations he is always represented with the thyrse (it’s a kind of stick with a pine cone on it), some grape vine and he also has a company of many exotic animals as well as satyr and nymphs.

Why putting them together ? I feel like ricky is actually a very extroverted person and the life of the party. Like I totally imagine going up to someone first and just try to be funny ? If he wasn’t an idol I just know the guy would be partying like crazy in clubs worldwide wise lol

I feel like we definitely can expect some good references such as party crowded scene, having a cup in a hand. I doubt they will represent him with lots of girlies around tho.

Gyuvin as Hestia

Hestia might be one of the most underrated goddess out here while she is so important.

Hestia is the oldest Olympian. The first one that Kronos ate. She is one of the virgin goddess as well as a member of the twelve Olympians.

She is the goddess of home, the hearth (fire pit of the sacred fire), domesticity and family. She was the guardian of the sacred fire (hearth) and was essential to the Greek mythology rites.

She is a very quiet goddess and is rarely talked about and represented even though she was central character and extremely important.

In every city there was the hearth, for her, and for every sacrifice she was the first goddess that was received them.

Hestia is very important because throughout the time the notion family was essential and central, the clan you came from truly mattered in society as well as where you belonged.

In her rare representations she is standing up, with a vieil over head, with a strict expression close to a fire.

Why Gyuvin as Hestia ? Because for me Gyuvin represents home. He is able to make everyone feels at ease. He is central and everyone seem to fly close to him. He is a part of what ties all the members together. I feel like the hugs he gives make you feel at home.

I’m seeing something definitely with warm tones, little fire like summer camp type of fire, as there is not that much representation on her I really want them to make him feel like home. Lots of warm colors, smiles, lemonade and cute little snacks. Just home.

Yujin as Ares

Okay so I can already feel the complains from here but hear me out.

Ares is the god of war. Like the violent one, the bloody ones. And often people only remember him as that. The violent god.

But he was way more than that. He an olympian that never raped anyone. He killed without hesitation his daughter rapist. He was as well the protector of cities, the god of courage as well as the god of masculinity.

He was a protector of women. One of the very few people that Aphrodite ever truly loved. He was globally a big softie and that can be seen in the way he is portrayed in his representations. He was also a very good defender of gay love and gay representations.

In his iconography he is or despised as the god of war, with shield and weapons on as well as his armor . Or he is represented as the man that is enamoured of Aphrodite. He was a very handsome man and muscular.

Why am I putting Yujin as him then ? Because I feel like yes Yujin lives to be a menace because he is silly like that but he is also someone that seems to be very deep and well thought for his age. I totally imagine him taking the side of his girl schoolmates to watch over them. He is deeply loved and I totally can see him growing up to be an ally and truly supports and protect lgbtq people.

Representation wise I feel like if they put him in an armor with a sword he would be really happy so I want that only for him to be happy. In a more realistic tone I feel like it would be more discreet with like weapons on the floor and very pensive poses.

Tag list @seok02 (i love you)

I hope you all enjoyed <3

[thatringboy]

Every millennia, the Gods met. They met to compare death tolls caused by catastrophic events. Poseidon sat across the table from the small minor deity, boasting proudly about how no-one could attempt to surpass his massive tsunami/earthquake from the last millennia. He had killed a million people with it! He claimed that because not even he could top his own record, no one could. 

Hera stood at the head of the table, on the right side of where Zeus sat. In her hand was a ledger of mortal deaths that carried the seal of Thanatos, Hermes, Charon, and Persephone. All four were necessary to account for the validity of the document. The minor deity sitting across from Poseidon twisted their hands into their chiton. They kept a wary eye on the wine goblets Dionysus kept sliding Poseidon’s way, the deepening blush on the sea god’s skin that shimmered and trembled like water with every laugh. Hera cleared her throat. 

“Thank you, Lord Poseidon, for reminding us of who was last year’s winner in our contest.” She didn’t sound too thankful. One of the eyes on the plume of the peacock that draped itself around her neck blinked. “The tally has been counted, the rankings will be announced soon. For now, enjoy the feast prepared for us by Lord Dionysus, Lady Demeter and Lady Hestia.”

It sounded more like an order than an invitation. Still, with a wave of her hands, a mountain of aromatic food appeared on the surface of the sprawling banquet table. Gods of all shapes and sizes whooped and hollered praise to Dionysus and Demeter and at the foot of the table, the small goddess in the hearth clapped politely. The minor deity whispered a thanks to her and watched the flames of her face quirk in surprise. 

The revelry continued, Ares and Apollo started throwing food at one another at some point, Artemis and Hermes exchanged work out regimens. Well, a version of Hermes. The god of messengers was never in one spot for too long. In fact, it was strange that so many of the Olympians had appeared in their main forms. This was the minor deity’s first invitation to the Millenial Banquet; they had never seen so much power and authority in one spot before. It was almost nerve wracking. A wind of warm air enveloped their shoulders and they calmed down. They whispered another praise to the hearth. 

They ate quietly and watched Zeus whispering into Hera’s ear. The hint of a smile tugged at her lips, but it vanished as she leaned forward and smacked the back of Ares’ head when he tried to launch a turkey leg at Athena and Aphrodite. 

After everyone had eaten and nymphs came to spirit the dishes away, Zeus stood and clapped his large hands together, his eyelashes sparkling with electricity and hair brimming with clouds. The minor deity thought he was too flashy. 

“It is my honor as the warden of Olympus to be overseeing this Millenial Banquet! These past thousand years have been difficult for all of us, but I am very proud to announce that according to my dear brother Hades, we have far surpassed our previous records of culling!”

The way the table erupted into cheers, one would have thought that Zeus was the one that did the killing. He sat back down and Hera held up the ledger. 

“There will be silence as the Seal of Thanatos is broken.” She commanded. “The Seal of Thanatos is to honor the end of life, the reaping. The Seal of Thanatos will represent the one among us who reaped the fourth most mortals in the past millennia.”

She dragged a fingernail through the purple seal wrapping around the ledger and the scent of Asphodels filled the air along with a chilling wind that made many gods shiver. She pried open the ledger and read over the contents before looking back over the table. 

“In fourth place, the Seal of Thanatos has decreed that Artemis has taken the lives of over 8 hundred million animals and humans she declared out of line. While not a singular event, Thanatos submitted her for having caused the most work for him. As such, we recognize her prowess.”

The table clapped as the hunting goddess stood and bowed awkwardly. Hera closed the ledger and a new seal appeared, the bronze Seal of Hermes. The version of Hermes observing the event smiled widely and flew to his brother Ares’ side. 

Hera eyed her sons, sighed, and presented the new seal. “There will be silence as the Seal of Hermes is broken. The Seal of Hermes is to honor the passing of mortal lives, the journey their souls go on, worshiping the was and has been.”

She broke the seal and the scent of chamomile filled the air. As she did with the first seal, she read the text before looking up. 

“The one among us who caused the third largest catastrophe, with 57,470 deaths in a singular battle, Ares. The Battle of Somme in 1916 during the mortals’ first Great War.”

He stood and waved as everyone clapped and cheered. The minor deity clapped politely and sipped their water goblet. The water tasted rancid on their tongue. 

Hera closed the ledger and a black seal took the place of the two before it. 

“There will be silence as the Seal of Charon is broken. The Seal of Charon is to welcome mortals to the afterlife, to immortality. The ferryman is what removes the mortals from this plane and guides them to the next if their families buried them within our rites. To worship us and to be served by us is a contract we have danced with mortals for thousands of years, and it is still upheld today.”

She broke the seal and the scent of iron and buttercups filled the space. Hera didn’t even look at it before she started speaking. 

“In second place, with eight hundred thirty thousand deaths in the year 1556, we have Poseidon with the Shaanxi Earthquake. Congratulations.”

Even though the table cheered, Poseidon’s sea water skin paled. The minor deity watched his eyes scan the table for anyone who looked proud, possibly to point out the one who had the audacity to upstage his record, if they did at all. 

Hera shut the ledger and the noise vanished. A crimson seal wrapped itself around the book and even Zeus shifted in his chair to sit at attention. Hera’s eyes scanned the banquet. 

“There will be silence as the Seal of Persephone is broken. We now have the final seal. Granted to us by the Queen of the Underworld, this seal honors the long dead who stand in wait. In wait of what, not even their king knows. They wait for family to join them, they wait for the Fates to send them away, they wait for time to end, time to start, time to cease to exist. The shades linger, their Queen having sworn to remember the smallest of them even as the Lethe makes them forget themselves. The fields of Asphodel are bountiful in the souls of mortals we place there and we humble ourselves with the thought that we will never see such beauty when our immortal lives end.”

She broke the seal and a scent of carnations and pomegranates washed over the gods in a wave. Hera took her time to read the results before looking up in confusion. 

“The Seal of Persephone finds a member of the Nosoi to be the victor in our contest.” Her voice didn’t sound sure. “Yet, the event only has one life listed as the catastrophe.”

The minor deity stood, their hood over their eyes and spilling down to the floor with the smell of mildew. The gods on either side of them recoiled and gagged. 

They stepped around their chair and started to slowly walk towards the head of the table. Their fingernails were dirty with fungus and infection, their lips a sickly blue and black as they smiled. Their gums were raw and bloody with gingivitis, their teeth molded and soft. 

“Oh come now, Lady Hera,” they spoke like their lungs were drowning in ash, “you wouldn’t dare suggest that Lady Persephone would be wrong with her tally, would you?”

The peacock around her neck clicked. Zeus stood, but only to take the ledger from his wife and read it himself. 

“Responsible for roughly two hundred million deaths—“ He read out loud. Hera’s face told the room that text had not been there when she held the book, that it has been waiting for the right moment to reveal itself. The minor deity continued to walk on bare, bloody, rotting feet. 

“All cascading from the death of a singular pest—“

“A rat.” They corrected. They dragged a fingertip across the back of Hephaestus’ chair as they passed. Mushrooms threatened to form in the rot they left behind. 

“Yes, a singular rat. In fact, this very rat carried the fleas that started the Bubonic Plague! How marvelous!” He was as excited as the entire banquet looked nauseous. 

“But won’t you say my name?” They asked as they finally made it to the head of the massive table. “Won’t you honor me as you have honored your children and brother?”

Up close, Zeus could see their eyes were red and bulging. Their cheek sported a hole that a cockroach crawled out of. He swallowed down a gag. 

“A proud Noroso—“ he stammered. 

The minor deity removed their hood, revealing a sickly bald head covered in sores and cancerous spots. 

“Child of the Lady of Night, Nyx—“

They moved to Zeus’ left side and stared down the table. 

“I present, the guest of honor of this Millenial Banquet—“

“Ha.” Hestia interrupted from the hearth at the far end of the table. “I thought that was you.”

The table was conflicted at who to stare at in disbelief. Poseidon swallowed down another swig of wine and forced out a scoff. “Who is this?”

The minor deity curtsied politely. “I am Rot. I am Decay. I am a daemon of night. I am Blight. I am Tabes. I am the Wasting One. I am the transition from life to death to back again. I have had many names, but ultimately…

“I am Phthisis, and I think I might have set a new record.”

Every 1000 years all of the Gods get together for a contest to see who can collect the most souls with a single catastrophic event. Last time Poseidon broke the 1M mark with a Tsunami/earthquake combo. You’re up.

[tylermileslockett]

I got a bunch of people lovingly chastising me for not including Hestia in my original line up, and upon reflection I realized I had left out a very important goddess. Perhaps not important within the heroic dramas and tragedies we are accustomed to, but Hestia was incredibly important for the average Greek citizen. Hestia was the virgin goddess of the home and hearth fire, where the families ate and congregated. She  oversaw cooking of meals, and sacrificial food for feasts. In my image she sits aside a giant hearth fire. In her right arm she holds a chaste-tree, (signifying chastity and virginity) while in her left hand she holds the sacred hearth flame. Under her golden wreath sits a veil upon the top of her head. to the left we can see the cooking pot and roasting meat, as well as mortals below offering and sacrificing food and wine in her honor. below her chair is a greek family. And as always, if you want to share this image I would appreciate it!

[fruitcoops]

If you’re up for more of a series could you possibly write the part of Remus recovering at home after leaving the game (the one with the stick to the face) and Sirius having to take care of him and all that?

Yes, I can! I’m so glad you guys are enjoying the continuation of something I wrote so long ago <3 Side note: I would give my left foot to be part of the Lions groupchat. Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for bruises and blood

Sirius was worried. Even though Remus claimed he felt fine, he was just fine, everything was fine, a small seed of doubt lingered in the back of his mind. He had dozed off in the car on the way home—Sirius’ heart had stuttered for a moment before the swelling-enhanced snores started. His phone lit up every few seconds, but he didn’t dare take his eyes off the road for even a millisecond, just in case.

Remus woke when the car stopped and immediately winced. “What’s wrong?” Sirius asked, taking the hand that rested on his thigh.

“Just hurts.” Remus kissed his knuckles as best he could. His skin felt strange, and the edge of the tape was an unfamiliar sensation next to the softness of his lips. Sirius collected their gear from the trunk, then helped him up the front steps; just as he went to unlock the door, he felt Remus’ hand tighten on his forearm. “I hate not being able to see well.”

Sirius kissed his temple. “That’s what you’ve got me for.”

Hattie stopped in her tracks as soon as the door opened, and Remus frowned. “Hatters? Where are you, sweet girl?”

“She’s here.” Sirius whistled for her and crouched, setting their bags aside while Remus sat crosslegged on the floor and held his arms out. Hattie’s tail wagged low, almost as if she was afraid; she glanced up at Sirius, who tilted his head back toward Remus. “Go on, mon chou, he’s not going to break.”

“C’mere,” Remus said softly, shifting in her direction. “C’mere, babycakes. I need some cuddles right now—there we go. Okay, Hat Trick, okay.”

Sirius carefully closed the door as Hattie climbed into Remus’ lap and let him hug her, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Good girl,” Sirius said softly. A quiet sniffle led to a flinch. “Re? What’s wrong?”

“I fucking love our dog.” His voice sounded even more clogged than before.

“Are you alright?”

“It really hurts.” A shuddering breath made Hattie nuzzled closer. “Hey, good girl. I love you.”

Sirius sat down next to them and wrapped his arm around Remus’ shoulder, tracing a pattern with his thumb. “Deep breaths. You can take more Tylenol in a few hours. Let’s go get some ice, yeah?”

“Can I stay here with her?”

“Of course.” Sirius kissed the top of his head and gave Hattie a gentle pet before walking into the kitchen and grabbing an ice pack out of the freezer, as well as a towel to wrap it. The last thing Remus needed was a freezer-burned bruise. They were in the same position when he came back, though Remus raised his head from her thick fur when he heard him coming. “I’m going to put it on your face, okay?”

“Okay.” Remus sighed when the ice pressed against his eye and one hand came up to cradle Sirius’, running carefully down to his wrist. “Love you.”

“I love you, too. I was thinking about making some soup if you want to hang here for a bit.”

Remus nodded silently, though his lower lip wobbled in the one spot it wasn’t puffy. Sirius carefully transferred the ice pack to his hand and ran his thumbs over Remus’ cheekbones—usually they were sharp enough to cut glass, but now they were purple and overheated under his touch. He kissed each one before going back to the kitchen.

After grabbing some soup from the freezer and turning the stove on, he finally took his phone out. You Have: 20 New Messages

Message From: J ;)

Did you get home safe?

Call me when u can

Lil is worried ☹

Tell Re we send big hugs

 Message From: Tremz <3

Lmk when you get home

Leo is making soup for u

Bringing it over demain matin and won’t let us have any :(((

 Message From: Bliz

Nat sends her love for Re

Remember ice packs and NO IBUPROFEN DUMBASS

Ily

 Message From: Dumo

Sa mère est inquiète

Send text when home safe, love you

 Message From: Walkie Talkie :P

U okay? Sending lots of love

Lmk if you need soup or smth <3

 Message From: Hope <3

Thank you for the call honey <3

Tell Remus not to look at his phone and keep us updated please

Love you so much <3

 Message From: Baby Rookie

I’m bringing y’all soup and that’s a threat

NO IBUPROFEN OR I’LL TP UR HOUSE

Big hugs for Re <333

 Sirius laughed under his breath.

Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

Home safe. Re is fine, getting lots of cuddles from Hattie. Thanks for the messages.

 He sent a few more texts to the individual people and, after a quick conversation with Hope, stirred the soup until it began to bubble. Remus entered the kitchen a few seconds after he took two bowls out of the cupboard. “Smells good.”

“It does. Are the lights bugging you?”

“Nah. At least I can see.”

Sirius poured out two portions and set one in front of Remus, handing him a spoon as well. “Careful, it’s hot.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Can’t cook it cold.”

Sirius’ phone began to ping several times in rapid succession and he turned the ringer off quickly, checking the screen to make sure there wasn’t an emergency. “Leo’s bringing us soup in the morning.”

“Neat. Is everyone else okay?” Remus blew the steam off his spoon.

“The guys are all worried about you.” Sirius glanced back up, only to see Remus staring down at his soup bowl, frozen in place. “Re? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Is this my mom’s?” he asked in a small voice.

Sirius wracked his brain. “…I think so? It was in the freezer. Is that okay?”

He nodded silently and a tear dripped down his cheek. “ ‘s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He reached across the counter and pressed Remus’ hand between his own, wiping his cheek dry.

“God, I miss them. You called her, right? To let her know I’m fine?”

“I did. She told me to give you something.”

Remus’ eyebrows drew together and he looked up. “What?”

Sirius scooted around the table and wrapped his arms around Remus, pulling him in for a tight hug and pressing his face into his curls. “This.”

“Thank you.” Remus went a little boneless against him. “I needed that.”

“I bet. Do you want me to give them another call so you can talk to her?”

Remus squinted at the clock. “It’s pretty late.”

“They’re still awake.”

“Could we?” Remus dug around in his pocket and handed it to Sirius, who dialed Hope’s number and put it on speakerphone.

The call connected on the first ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, mom.”

“Are you okay, love?” Hope sounded like she was on the verge of tears already. “You sound a little funny.”

“A little banged up, but I’m alright.” Remus gripped Sirius’ hand tightly. “We heated up the soup you left us.”

“Oh, I’m so glad. Have you taken any Tylenol? Ibuprofen is bad for bruises, but I don’t know how much pain you’re in.” Her voice hitched at the end of the sentence.

“Mom, it’s okay,” Remus said gently. “It’s okay, I promise I’m fine. It looked worse than it was.”

Looks pretty bad to me. “Hestia took really good care of him,” Sirius said instead. “We got home safe and we’re icing up now.”

“What’s the healing look like? Sirius said you didn’t have a concussion.”

Thank you, Remus mouthed before turning back to the phone. “About two weeks, mostly for the little scrapes.”

The ‘little scrapes’ were held together by strips of medical tape, but once again, Sirius kept his thoughts to himself. “The blood was just a regular old nosebleed and a cut on the lip.”

Hope paused and they heard a new voice in the background. “Alright. Is it okay if Jules and your father say goodnight?”

“Yeah, totally.” Remus sniffled and Sirius silently handed him a tissue.

The line crackled for a moment. “Re?”

“Hey, buddy!” All trace of pain and exhaustion disappeared from his voice. “How’s it going?”

“Are you still bleeding?”

“Nope, my nose is a-okay. I’ve got a pretty cool black eye, though. Kinda look like a pirate.”

“The announcers were saying you were really hurt.” Jules’ voice wavered and Sirius’ heart broke a bit.

“Well, they were wrong.” Remus leaned closer to the phone, as if he could reach right through it. “In two weeks I’ll be good as new. I was really lucky.”

“Okay,” Jules still sounded unsure. “Mom says I have to go to bed.”

“Yeah, it’s late, buddy. Sleep well. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

There was a rustling noise. “Remus?”

“Hey, dad.” The exhaustion returned and Sirius rubbed his back gently, letting him lean on his shoulder.

After a moment of hesitation, Lyall sighed. “Alright, they’re in the other room. What actually happened?”

“High stick from the Ravens caught me in the face. No concussion, just bruises and swelling.”

“Do I want to ask Sirius to send me a picture?”

Remus winced. “Probably not.”

He sighed again. “I’m sorry we can’t come out and see you.”

“Don’t worry about it, dad,” Remus said softly. “Really, I’m okay. It sucks, it hurts, I’ll ice it and be fine.”

“Sirius, are you there?”

“I’m here.”

“If he starts pulling some ‘go back to practice early’ bullshit—”

“Dad—”

“—don’t let him. If you have to lock him in the bathroom, I promise to cover for you.”

“Yes, sir,” Sirius laughed.

Lyall chuckled on the other end as Remus groaned. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. If Sirius locks me in a bathroom, I’m citing you in the court case.”

“There won’t be enough witnesses if he does it right. Sleep well, kiddo. Thanks for calling.”

“Love you,” Remus said again as the call ended. He blew out a long breath and leaned his forehead on Sirius’ chest. “Thank you for that.”

“Ne rien, mon loup. You should eat and then take a shower.”

“Are you saying I smell?” Remus teased.

“Yes, I am. I also think you’ll feel better if you do.”

They ate in silence; both were hungry, so it wasn’t long before Remus walked carefully up the stairs. Sirius checked the groupchat as he poured himself a third bowl of soup. You Have: 7 New Messages.

Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

DETAILS CAP

That is the blandest fucking response I’ve ever read

I’m guessing y’all are alive then???

Y’all

Haha y’all

Ok gator boy

Give Hattie lots of kisses from us and also GIVE US DETAILS

 Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

What do you want to know??? We got home, ate soup, called parents, and now Re is showering

You’re so fucking nosy jfc

Also cut Rookie some slack it’s hard being so far from his swamp

 Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

From the bottom of my heart, go fuck yourself.

He doesn’t have to he has Remus

Pots I’m going to remove your kneecaps

 Sirius paused just before responding. Despite the quiet of the house, he couldn’t hear the shower running. “Re?”

“Up here.”

“Did you take a shower already?”

“Not yet.”

The bathroom door was ajar and the light was on when he entered their bedroom; Remus stood at the sink, staring into the mirror as he felt along the edges of the butterfly tape at his lip. “Did something happen?”

“It’s worse than I thought.” Sirius stepped inside and joined him, staring at their reflections. The stripes that marked the stick’s edges had turned almost indigo since they left the rink; no less than six pieces of tape decorated the places between mottled bruises. Remus reached up to touch his cheekbone and Sirius guided his hand back down.

“Poking it won’t help.”

“Two weeks, huh?”

“That’s what Hestia told me.”

“Will you help me get the tape off?”

Sirius patted the edge of the counter and Remus pushed himself up on it, leaning forward for easy access. The first one was easy—a small cut just below his brow. It slid away without an issue and Sirius pressed a gentle kiss to the spot, then moved on to the next one. They fell into a rhythm—one side, second side, slow pull, and a kiss, until only two were left.

Remus hissed in pain as he lifted the edge of the tape across the bridge of his nose and Sirius shushed him softly, moving to the other side. “Two more, sweetheart.”

“Just rip it off.”

Sirius gave him a look. “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll do it.”

“No, you won’t, because that would be a stupid idea.”

Remus huffed, but didn’t protest. His jaw ticked as Sirius pulled the last bit off. “Can we leave the lip one?”

“Not unless you want an infection.”

“You’d be a good PT.”

“I would be the worst PT.” Sirius worked the inner edge free. “I know, like, ten stretches and basic first aid. My bedside manner sucks, too, and I’d pass the fuck out if someone asked me to set a bone for them.”

“Good points all around,” Remus laughed.

The motion pulled the last of the tape off and Sirius held it up with a grin. “All done. Hey, your swelling is down. I can see your eyes now.”

The slight gleam of amber brightened as Remus smiled. “I thought I could see a little better.”

“Do you want company?”

Remus thought for a moment, prodding the cut on his lip with his tongue. “As much as I’d love to invite you in, I think I need a second to myself.”

“Cool.” Sirius kissed his cheek and stepped out of the bathroom. “Yell if you need anything. I’ll be in bed.”

He made a pit stop downstairs to gather Hattie and bring Remus’ ice pack up, and by the time he finally slid between the sheets it was nearly midnight. Remus came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, looking happier but still incredibly worn out. He took another Tylenol and snuggled up against Sirius’ side with a quiet hum, laying the ice pack over his face once again.

“Sleep tight, Re.”

“Love you.”

[lostlastsforever756]

Ok, so bare with me...

1. Medusa was not the only woman in ancient Greece with snakes for hair

When you think of Medusa, you immediately picture her horrific hair made of snakes. However, Medusa is wrongly signaled out as being the only woman in ancient times to have this look. Don’t forget that Medusa was merely the only mortal of the three Gorgon sisters; the other two sisters, Stheno and Euryale, also had snake hair.

2. Zeus: The serial womanizer

Zeus was known in his time as much more than being the father of the gods. He was also a womanizer, and as such, he fathered many, many offspring! He would transform into an animal form to fulfill his desires, therefore his ‘children’ are quite interesting. In all, he seduced both Demeter and her daughter Persephone—who later married his brother—while he had transformed into the form of a serpent. He also charmed Asteria and Aiginia while in the form of an eagle, Boetis as a goat, Europa as a bull, and even fooled some women into letting them believe he was their husband!

3. Pandora is the grandmother of mankind

Pandora is often mentioned in reference to the infamous box. However, Pandora is actually the grandmother of the human race! It’s not really discussed often, however, Pandora was the wife of Epimetheus and mother to a mortal daughter, Pyrrha. When Pyrrha married her cousin Deukalion, the gods sent a massive flood to destroy the earth and the mortal. However, Pyrrha and Deukalion managed to survive, and after seeking help from the Oracle at Delphi, they cast the bones of Pandora to the ground so that the world would be repopulated.

4. The story of the first Immortals

In fact, it all begins with Chaos, Gaia’s (mother Earth) father and Eros (love). It sounds simple enough, but then, Gaia gave birth to Uranos (sky), the Sae and the Mountains. It gets complicated as she then later married Uranos and gave birth to Titan Cronus. Cronus married his sister, Rhea, giving birth to the original Olympian immortals: Poseidon, Demeter, Hera, Hestia, Hades, and Zeus. And that’s the complicated, true version of this story!

5. Theseus was a self-serving jerk

Moving beyond the story of Theseus slaying the Minotaur in Crete and managing the difficult exit of the Labyrinth, which cost numerous lives, Theseus also had a tendency to make decisions based on what best served him at the moment. An example is when he took Crete’s princess Ariadne when he left the island, only to late abandon her on the island of Naxos. Also, according to Plutarch, upon founding today’s Greek capital, Athens, he took it upon himself to populate the city by raping women.

6. Artemis held a grudge and would kill over it

The goddess of hunting is known for her shrewd skills and for being the protector of animals. However, while she is known as the goddess of childbirth, she is also the destroyer of young women. In fact, she killed six of Niobe’s daughters for insulting her mother, Leo. Clearly you didn’t want to get on her bad side!

7. Ares wasn’t such a tough cookie

Apparently, the god of war had a soft spot: his sister Athena, the goddess of war. Ares obeyed his sister’s orders as she was also the goddess of defense and righteous battle. This can be seen in the Illiad, when Athens often intervenes to ensure a fair battle and Ares always bows to her command.

8. Hades wasn’t such a monster…really!

The god of death and the underworld wasn’t really such a bad guy. Specifically, it wasn’t his choice to rule the underworld. Call it bad luck, getting the short end of the stick, whatever it was, Hades’ fate made him appear as pure evil. After all, Hades wasn’t the one who was responsible for the redemption of souls; the three demigod brothers, Minos, Aiakos, and Rhadamanthys had that fun job!

9. Mamma mia! There is one main mother to many monsters

There might be many monsters in Greek mythology, however, most of them share the same mother, Echidna. She was the sister of Medusa and the wife of Typhon, who happened to be a hundred-headed dragon! Together, they spawned many of the most terrifying and famous monsters, such as the Nemean lion, Cerberus, Hydra, and Ladon. She was also mother of the Chimera, the Sphinx, Scylla, the Colchian dragon, and the eagle that ate Prometheus’ liver every day for an eternity as was his punishment!

10. The goddess Aphrodite had a hidden side

The goddess of love and beauty had a hidden side due to her romantic relations with Ares, the god of war. She bore three children from Ares, Eros, Phobos, and Deimos. So, surprisingly, there were several statutes and other depictions of her found in many port cities, showing Aphrodite armed and in armor.

And this is my short list..... I have many problems but being uneducated on Greek Mythology is not one of them... Also i hyperfixated on this as a child....

I do remeber reading something along the lines of Hercules being an ass, but i am going to read some more about it and get back to you... I dont want to missinform you.

Random question of the day number 3: Did you ever read/watch Percy Jackson?

Xoxox all my PTSD and trauma ❤️Aka Humble Anon

I knew of the first two! And that zeus was a womanizer, but goodness, you're so smart! It's crazy how much information there is on greek mythology. If I had more time in the day, I would read up on it more 🙈 I appreciate you giving me the correct education cuz I definitely know nothing about Greek mythology. It so interesting ❤️

I did read all of percy jackson, and I watched the movies which we're obviously not good. I mean, as stand alone movies, and if you pretend the books don't exist, they are decent movies, but the books do exist and... Yeah :/

❤️💕 I seem to have woken you up with greek mythology, hmm?

[ladyphlogiston]

Paul followed Eden through the interconnected clay-lined rooms of the Home, feeling the floor sway slightly below his feet.

"Is the floor moving, or is that dizziness or something?" he finally asked.

"That's real," Eden told him, "We're moving, and Home always rocks when we do that. It's the legs moving."

"Legs?" Paul asked, ducking through one last doorway and entering a wide room.

The room had several tables. At one end, a round table was set near a fireplace, covered in brightly woven cloth. At the other end, four long workbenches were covered in books, tools, fabric, and all sorts of creative detritus.

In the middle of the room, a young woman was standing on a platform that was set below the floor of the room, so that her head was level with the tables. Her clear similarity to Eden marked her as another of her sisters, though this one's hair was pulled back into a long braid. She appeared to be walking on the unseen platform.

She turned to smile up at Paul. "Legs!" she confirmed. "It's the simplest way to move Home. We keep the legs partially assembled when we're not using them."

Paul looked at her, puzzled. When he listened, he could hear thumps and creaks from below. "So...you're controlling legs on the house?"

She nodded. "I'm Hestia. Vesta and I have the Crafting Gift, so we manage the legs."

"So Eden has empathy or something, and she said Zillah knows where people should be, and now you and Vesta have a crafting gift. What does that do?" Paul asked. He crossed to one of the chairs at the round table, so he wouldn't tower about Hestia so much. Eden served him a slice of bread and some roasted vegetables, and then went to sit over by the benches.

"We make things - assemble them out of rocks and sticks and whatever else is on hand - and they become real," Hestia explained. "They only last as long as we're paying attention, but that's long enough. We have six legs for the Home, like an ant, and we make them work by walking or swinging when we need to move."

Paul nodded. He glanced over at Eden, who had wrapped an orange headband around her head and was turned away from them, but decided she didn't want to be bothered. He ate his food.

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A few minutes later, two more women entered. One was a mirror image of Hestia, and Paul realized she must be Vesta. She came over to the table and set down a sizzling pan, which promptly turned into a piece of flat slate rock with hot sausages on it. The other woman looked a little older, and her hair streamed straight down her back, well past her waist. She sat down and began slicing the rest of the loaf of bread.

"Any progress?" Hestia asked, looking up at them.

Vesta sighed. "We have the list for Lorton, of course, but no. Zillah still says Acoda Keep, and I don't see anything that will get us in." She turned to Paul. "I'm Vesta, by the way, and this is Zillah. Your name is Paul?"

Paul nodded. "What's Acoda Keep?"

Zillah sighed. "Acoda Keep is a fortress controlled by Brusha, the harbor city to the south. There's an herb, greenroot, that can be used for powerful healing. Brusha's army torched most of it, about a decade ago, and now the only greenroot is in Acoda Keep."

"I assume it's heavily defended?" Paul asked.

Vesta nodded. "We've dreamed of getting some for years, so it can be grown again, but there's no way we can get in."

"So why try?" Paul asked.

"Because that's what my gift says, and Giftings only work if you listen to them. And maybe we'll find something unexpected - you never know - but the point is obedience. If you aren't careful to listen to your gift, it'll seem to be working just fine, but it'll be less and less effective." Zillah stabbed her sausage and took a bite.

"Do you want to swing in a bit?" Hestia asked.

Zillah sighed. "I should. It'll help me sort out my thoughts. Unless you need a turn, Eden?" she called across.

Eden flapped a hand but didn't turn around.

"Okay," Zillah replied, and continued her meal.

"So you have the Crafting gift too, right?" Paul asked Vesta. "What sort of things do you make? I mean what do you like making?"

Vesta's eyes lit up. "I don't get much use out of them, but I love making weapons. Swords and spears in cool shapes, and especially powerful bows and arrows, and I like making armor too. Though temporary armor is ridiculous. Once in a while there's a use for the ranged weapons, but armor that falls apart if you're knocked unconscious is just dangerous."

"Do you see much fighting?" Paul asked, worried. He didn't have any background in weapons training!

"We mostly see the aftermath," Vesta explained. "The cities are all fighting each other, and there's bandits as well, but Zillah's gift keeps us where we can be useful, which means avoiding a lot of the fighting. Even if we were better at fighting, Eden's gift means she can be overwhelmed easily, so we have to be careful."

"Oh, okay."

Zillah had finished, so Hestia brought the house to a halt and climbed out of the hole in the floor. She lay on her stomach and stuck her head and arms into the hole, apparently rearranging the legs. Paul felt the house settle onto the ground, and then pick itself up again. Hestia got up and served herself at the table, and Zillah descended into the hole and disappeared from sight.

"Zillah likes to swing instead of walking," Vesta explained.

"How high are the legs?" Paul asked. The movements up and down had surprised him.

"The Home is usually around ten feet off the ground, but it varies a little," said Vesta, passing her sister the vegetables. "We need the legs to be long so they can take long steps."

I don't have a title for this yet. Also it is entirely unedited. Usually I make my husband edit my writing, but he's sick.

Anyway, this is the first part of my @inklings-challenge story. I have the next bit mostly written in my head and some of the rest sort of plotted? Honestly I don't know. It might be Terrible. We'll see.

"Where should we be next, Zillah?" Vesta asked.

Zillah straightened up, shook her long brown braid back, and surveyed the ruins of the village of Cubrickton. The survivors of the fire had been relocated to the remaining homes, and wounded were being treated in the Home's infirmary. Hestia was helping to rebuild some of the houses, but high summer meant there would be plenty of time and available hands to rebuild before the harvest. They could probably move on.

"How is Eden doing?" she asked.

Vesta shrugged. "She's okay. Getting tired, but everyone has been treated so the heavy triage is over."

Zillah nodded. She closed her eyes and pressed her palms together, focusing inwards on her Gift. She opened her eyes again. "We're still supposed to be here," she said, frowning.

Vesta looked around. "Why? Did we miss someone?"

Zillah shrugged. "Don't know. Maybe there's something else coming and they need our help building?"

"Might as well." Vesta moved towards the nearest burned-out shell. She picked up a half-burned board, tucked it under her arm, and began sifting through the rubble for others.

Zillah worked her way along the side of the ruined wall, collecting china plates that must have fallen from an interior shelf. Some of them were intact.

A purple light formed in the air between them, rippling oddly in the air. Both the sisters turned to look at it, then look at each other in consternation.

"Or maybe we're here for that?" Zillah suggested.

"Any idea what it is?" Vesta asked, backing away carefully.

"My Gift just says it's a portal, which is less helpful than you'd think," Zillah replied.

"Is it dangerous?"

"Don't know."

The sisters waited as it got larger and brighter. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it vanished, leaving a young man in strange clothing behind. He dropped hard against the stone and rolled over to slam against the foundation of the house, as if he'd fallen from a height.

"Well." Zillah looked at him, then bent over to check his pulse. "Still alive. Better make a stretcher for him, in case that fall rattled something."

"What's his name?" Vesta asked. She laid one of her boards on the street, then pulled a length of twine from her pocket and began tying shorter sticks to the top and bottom. Under her hands, the air shimmered as her Gift turned the boards into a full stretcher.

"Paul," Zillah replied. "I can't see his home. It's very far away. For now he belongs with us, I think."

They carefully loaded him onto the stretcher and carried him towards Home. The big egg-shaped structure, apparently woven from willow branches, was on the edge of the town, and they passed through a hole in the side into the clay-lined infirmary inside.

Eden looked up as they entered. She helped Zillah transfer the young man to an empty bed, then unwrapped the orange band that wrapped over her curls and covered her ears. "What's his name?" she asked.

"Paul," Zillah answered. "He was unconscious when he....appeared."

Kaylee looked Paul over, focusing intently with her hands hovering over his body. "Just bruised, I think," she said. Briskly she refastened her headband and grabbed a pot of salve from the workbench, then rolled him over and began peeling his short tunic away from his back so he could apply the salve to his back and shoulders.

Vesta allowed the stretcher to fall back into pieces of wood and twine, and put the twine back into her pocket. She headed back towards the entrance to throw the pieces of wood away, and met her twin sister coming in.

"Another?" Hestia asked, seeing Paul on the bed.

"He's not a villager. He just appeared. Like a Major Gift, but there wasn't anyone there to use it," Vesta explained.

Hestia raised her eyebrows. "A True Miracle, then?"

Zillah joined them. "I think so. He's from far away."

"Well, there's not much to do until he wakes up," Hestia decided. "Does he need to stay here or can we get moving?"

"He belongs with us, so probably we can go. Did you say our goodbyes?" Zillah asked

Hestia nodded.

"Good."

They made their way through the clay-lined rooms of Home to the driving bench at the front, where a woven window opened into the streaming sunlight. A map of Gasardia was pinned to the wall, covered with careful annotations in colored ink.

Hestia found Cubrickton, on the road between Thire and Philomel. She added a purple X and the date to the map, tracking their journey so far. Zillah would update the logbook with details of their work while they traveled.

Zillah sat on the bench, facing the map, and pressed her palms together. She allowed her eyes to unfocus, looking at what her Gift was saying rather than at the map itself.

Finally she looked up, puzzled. "We're supposed to be in Acoda Keep."

"We can't get to Acoda Keep!" Hestia objected.

"I know that and you know that," Zillah replied. "But apparently my Gift thinks we can."

Hestia sighed, and traced the road south. "Acoda Point is at least a three day journey," she said. "I guess we could start in that direction. If we end up having to stop, we'll figure it out from there."

Zillah nodded. "Thanks. We'll pass through Lorton tomorrow, so I'll check our stores. We can stop at the market."

[alatismeni-theitsa]

anti LO anon opinions

I am sorry for the delay. There were too many asks and too little time. 16 messages below the cut. Enjoy!

1) I like to mention that metis isn’t the mother Hera Demeter or Hestia rather she created them

2) Why is Metis being made into a fertility goddess? She's associated with wisdom and good counsel, she has no relation to fertility or agriculture. If RS wanted to be consistent with the fertility goddess=victory thing, then Hera fits that role just fine because she is literally a goddess of childbirth and motherhood!

3) The fertility plotline is already stupid by its own but also Metis who is the mother OF HERA DEMETER AND HESTIA( and not Athena because fuck it i guess) was already  very stupid and but nowZeus ATE the mother of Hera and Hera still  married  him in the comic?????!?!?!?!

Just whyyyyyyyy

Why rachel

Whyyyyyyyyyyy!!!???

4) Let me get this straight... Zeus ate Metis to help him overthrow Kronos because she's a "fertility" goddess? How does a goddess of wisdom suddenly become a fertility goddess?? Also, for a comic that preaches "feminine power" all the time, there is absolutely no power for women when they are being consumed just for the sole purpose of defeating a tyrant.

5) One of many things that bugs me about lo leto is that not only she looks identical to hera(besides of eyes) she dress in same colors as her and same clothes style. In episode that leto was in they give hera more blue collors but that doesnt change that hera dont wear blue so often.

6) Apparently, Metis isn't their ( Hera, Demeter and Hestia) mother in LO. Which doesn't make any sense because if she isn't their mom, then where did they come from? Just because they were created doesn't mean that's not their parent.

By this logic, Demeter and Persephone aren't related in LO. This just seems like a poor way of avoiding incest.

(The evidence is that Rachel changed the sisters to friends in episode 119 and said that they weren't related herself (can't find this one tho)).

7) I remember seeing a instagram post criticizing LO for making Apollo rape Persephone someone in the comments said “Well zeus rape persephone in the original mythology so It only makes sense that Rachel made Apollo do it” ???Like???Sis What???

8) Probably unpopular opinion : I don't like when people criticizes Lore olympus by saying " It is bad because in the original myth * insert female figure in Greek mythology*  is RAPED!!" because  most of the time, even if exception exist but the great majority of the examples used in these arguments came from ROMAN version!!

So if someone want to criticize Lore olympus its should at least use exemples/argurments based from GREEK mythology not from the Roman version(which cames much later) and it is pretty easy to do that.

9) Off topic but the fact that Hecate in LO looks so generic in recent chapters (a nod to the recent anti LO anon submission posts and one person says Hecate looks badly drawn(, that there's actually an instagram art account who plays art of withe fanart or original content, and their OC Nadia looks more like LO Hecate than LO Hecate. Link

10) Hekate in those panels (where she is talking with Demeter in ep. 145) looks like LEGO figurine.

11) Now in lo besides of all this unneeded plot about persephones trail, apollo trying to overthrown zeus now Smythe thought that this romance comic didnt have enough action so now she add Kronos coming back and possible another war with him! This supposed to be romance comic not some action one, and this bigger plots fell so much unnecessary and like some 14yearold fanfiction that wich each chapter self insert marysue have more unreal things to do Thats why pilot lo was better it was just romance

12) Why couldn't zeus be the villain of LO? In the myth, everything is very explicitly his fault. He tells hades to kidnap persephone and he never tells demeter that he married off her daughter until she starts going on an agricultural strike and blights the earth. No more of this evil demeter/apollo/thetis/thanatos/hestia bullshit! I want the mother/daughter duo to beat zeus to the ground dammit!

13) The age gap in LO is weird because persephone's age isn't specified in the myth, her supposed youth is a product of modern interpretation due to her kore epithet and status as demeter's daughter. She could've went the route of young hades if she wanted a young protagonist, but we could've also had old persephone, which has worked multiple times.

14) Oh god, lore olympus is gonna become the new twilight/50 shades of grey.

15) one thing i don't understand about metis in LO - wasn't she an oceanid?? why is she brown w wings? 

16) I personally don’t think RS has the majority of this planned, because if she did there wouldn’t be so much retconned stuff and these apparently major plot points wouldn’t be popped now, almost 150 episodes in! Like you said, they had to be built up and hinted at well before this to make sense. It’s either on the editor not helping her tighten up the story, or she, as she’s told us before, just writes it as it goes, and that seems far more likely. More so, let’s not forget the other plot lines that must be dealt with: Eros and Psyche, Semele and Dionysus, Leto now?, Persephone’s schooling (?), Minthe, Apollo, Thanatos, and Daphne (🙄), Hermes lying to hades, Zeus finding out about Hera/Hades, Persephone coming to justice, Thetis, Echo, Persephone even finding out about her powers (yes, almost 209 Eos in), HxP even getting together and married (+possible babies), and the ACTUAL myth with Demeter at a standoff! At current rate, it’ll need at least several more years to wrap up, unless most of those are dropped, in which case also proves she didn’t plan ahead, or else she wouldn’t have included them to begin with. How do you turn such a cut and dry story into such a convoluted mess. I’d be impressed if it wasn’t so aggravating.  

[sunwisecircle]

Hwaet (a very long baby hellenic rambling)

The past few days I’ve just sort of been thinking about religion and my personal practice and all that good noise.

It started out just with me thinking about things that’ve changed since I started worshipping Dionysos.

The biggest change, probably, is that I really just do not care about my weight anymore, and I don’t get as grossed out seeing my body in the mirror. My weight and positive body image has been something I’ve struggled with as long as I can remember -- probably starting when my sister and I had our doctor’s appts at the same time growing up and we were both measured and weighed at the same time. My sister was taller than me for a long time, but she consistently weighed around 5kg less than I did; she was always built skinny, whereas I have always been built to survive hard winters as a peasant, apparently. It led to quite a bit of teasing from my sister, and that combined with my mother’s own insecurity about her weight and appearance, which she constantly transferred to me. Once I was on my own I fought for years to keep myself at a certain weight, obsessing over what I ate and how much, worrying about going to the gym, worrying about what size clothes I wore, getting disgusted if I saw my stomach... And now I just... don’t. I don’t care. I see my stomach when I stretch at night before bed and it doesn’t actively bother me. I don’t know how much I weigh, and it’s none of my business. I like chocolate and sweets and bread and wine, so I enjoy them. I like fruit and peanut butter and potatoes so I eat them. As long as my clothes still fit, I don’t care, and the only reasons I want to lose weight at all is because I have a bunch of band t-shirts that are no longer available to be bought which I no longer fit into, my wool trenchcoat doesn’t fit, and if I lose weight then maybe my chest will get smaller.

There are still days when I feel dysphoric, of course, but now that I’ve accepted that about myself, I can do something about it. Before I always had the problem that whenever I felt dysphoric, I fought even harder to present and behave as my AGAB, which only ever made things worse and caused sort of a spiral. Now, if I look in the mirror and see a man, I just grab my binder and wear one set of makeup (if any); if I see a woman, I don’t grab my binder and wear a different set of makeup (if any). I even had a day of what was I guess gender euphoria where I must have been feeling incredibly masc because between what I was wearing and my behaviour that day I was like !!!!!!. So that’s a change, too.

I also have an easier time taking breaks, which is mind-blowing for me. I mean, I still have a lot of difficulty with it, and it’s still very, very difficult for me to wind down and unplug completely (thus why burnout is always looming for me), but I can actually allow myself to take breaks, now. I took the week off from doing university things last week because I felt like my mental health was declining, and I didn’t feel as anxious about it as I could have, as I would have previously.

That last part got me thinking about how I really, really don’t want to burnout again while in grad school (or at all, really, but grad school is kind of at the forefront here since I’m so close to the finish line), and to that end, I think something’s got to give. For quite some time now I’ve tried to balance religious activities with university with work, but it’s just too much for me and the only place I can really cut back is religion: I only work two days a week, so cutting down there can’t be a thing; and I can’t just not do research for the current term paper if I want to graduate within the next year or so. I still definitely want to have Dionysos Donnerstag and of course I’ll still pray, but doing any sort of religious research is going to have to be a no since it takes a lot of time and mental energy for me to do so, and all the energy I have for research has to go into grad school right now. I haven’t run the idea by Dionysos yet, but I get the feeling that he won’t mind since every time I talk to him about it, he always gets on me to go slow and take little steps, not to do everything all at once.

That being said, I have made a few changes to my practice as well in an effort to build it even without killing myself with research. I felt like Dionysos sort of... pushed me towards Demeter -- it was quite some time ago, too, actually -- and so I’ve been wanting to get to know her better. Maybe it’s because the relationship with my own mother is so bad (guess who’s still hasn’t heard from their mother or sister in months) and gefühlt always has been, but I’m sort of gravitating to her as a mother figure (which would make sense given the nudging I feel like Dionysos gave me). My father and I didn’t vibe either; nor have my sister and I (though for a while there it seemed like it was going so well?). So... Ares for that first (I’m not even lying when I say I desperately want Ares to adopt me; I would probably actually cry if he was okay with being my dad); and Hermes, who I feel like has been around for-literally-ever, is not only my patron because I’m a historical linguist who moved to another country and wants to teach languages for a living but also gives off immaculate big brother vibes.

I really am just trying to build a divine family. Dionysos as my Herr & Herrscher (I have no idea how to translate that to English and still get the same feeling that Herr und Herrscher has, also both words can be translated to Lord afskjlagadgsjö), Demeter as my mom, Ares as my dad, and Hermes as my brother. Since Dionysos has Thursday, I gave Demeter Monday, Ares Tuesday, and Hermes Wednesday, and on their days I reflect on them & say an extra prayer to them specifically before bed (and sometimes burn some incense or do some other activity for them -- which is why I may move Demeter to Sunday since I have work on Monday and it’s hard to reflect on her while I’m in a windowless warehouse throwing around 15kg boxes and dragging a cart with 300L of product behind me).

I painted one of my Warhammer minis (because painting some of Husband’s minis as practice for my Dionysos minis -- which I still don’t feel confidant enough to paint, btw -- turned into me enjoying painting the damn things so I guess that’s a hobby I have now oops) for Ares, a lady warrior dressed in reds and purples. I’m making a little votive offering for Hermes, something pretty to put salt and spice and dice in. I want to give one of my plants to Demeter, but maybe I’ll do something else for her, too.

My four dedicated days, plus praying to Hestia every morning and evening, and offering to the Agathos Daimon once a month... I don’t feel like that’s too much. We’ll see how it goes, I guess.

[dhampiravidi]

It took Hestia a second to realize that Shota was introducing himself in the traditional Eastern way. Her father had never done that--but then again, he'd also translated his surname to English to avoid discrimination.

"I'd love to meet her sometime. I hope she likes it here," Hestia replied, referring to Eri. She smiled proudly when Shota mentioned Ren��e. Renée Michele tended to be a people person, unkind only to those who were generally unkind (she got that from all three of her parents). I also hope you guys like the cookies. She wouldn't be angry if they didn't for some reason, but she would be a little...disappointed. Cooking & baking were two of the four ways Hestia showed people she cared (the other two were asking about their well-being & offering a hug). So if they didn't like her cookies, she'd have to keep trying until she found some food of hers that they did like.

She wasn't sure why Shota paused initially. Had he been poisoned before? It was a terribly common (yet unfortunate) thing in their line of work as heroes, but she hoped he felt comfortable enough to trust her...

Hestia bit her bottom lip, hiding a smile. The way he ate reminded her of the stereotypical British ladies, who tried to be prim & proper even at tea time. But then--!! Then he was making The Face, the face that all LeBeaus hoped to see when someone tasted their food. She internally cheered, brightening up considerably on the outside.

"I always liked being in the kitchen with my parents, then I had to take care of my dad for a while..." Her smile dimmed slightly. "I'm an even better cook, so look forward to that. Is there anything you or Eri might like for dinner this week? I specialize in Cantonese & traditional American food, while Remy does Cajun. But we'll all try anything."

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

Retribution: Chapter Five

A/N: Okay, admittedly this chapter is a little slow but I promise we’ll be getting into the plot soon. Enjoy!

Askblog: @amanamageandtwomisfits-asks 

Monsters, Mythicals, and Misfits: Masterpost

Warnings: food mention, anxious thoughts, blood mention

Despite everything, Nova seemed to fit in well. For the first night, at least. Roman let her crash in his room, since Roman tended to sleep in Virgil’s room. Patton seemed to take a liking to Nova immediately, giving the wind mage enough care and attention to last several lifetimes. Even Logan seemed okay with Nova, though that could have been more his fascination with the world of mages than anything else. But Virgil was still wary.

The next morning, Virgil quietly crawled out of bed. Roman was still fast asleep, and Virgil was happy to let him sleep longer. The events of the previous night clearly had quite the emotional toll on him, and Virgil was certain he could use the extra rest. Though when Virgil got up, Roman’s arm unconsciously reached towards him. Chuckling low in his throat, Virgil leaned down and pressed a kiss to Roman’s forehead. Roman hummed happily in his sleep, and snuggled back down into the sheets. A small, fond smile slipped onto Virgil’s face as he took in the sight of his sleeping boyfriend.

A sudden weight on top of Virgil’s head shook him out of his reverie. He glanced up to see that Hestia had nestled in his hair. She peered down at him with what Virgil could have sworn was a smirk and a knowing look in her eye.

“Shut up,” Virgil grumbled. Her eyes glittered with amusement, and she squawked at him with excitement.

“Shh! Don’t wake him up! He’s been stressed and could use the rest,” Virgil whisper-shouted. Hestia shot him a glare that seemed to say: “And you don’t?” Virgil frowned.

“Just get out of my hair,” Virgil huffed. Hestia hissed and stubbornly clung tighter to Virgil’s hair, causing the vampire to let out a hiss of his own.

“Fine! Stay. Just don’t tug at it like that,” Virgil whispered. The phoenix dragon purred in delight, and loosened her grip on Virgil’s hair. With a sigh, Virgil quickly changed into a black cardigan, purple button up shirt, black dress pants, and black dress shoes.

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a teacher. Then I wouldn’t have to dress up all the time,” Virgil muttered. Hestia cooed, her tone disinterested with a hint of impatience.

“What are you whining about?” Virgil asked, walking out of his room and down the stairs. Virgil heard a rumbling sound, which he soon realized was coming from Hestia’s stomach.

“Oh, so you’re only clingy because you’re hungry?” Virgil chuckled, heading towards the kitchen. However,  he paused when he came to the dining room, seeing that someone was seated at the table. It was Nova, whose warm brown eyes flew wide when she saw Virgil. An awkward silence settled between the two. What did one say to their boyfriend’s sister who had tried to murder them the day before?

“You have a dragon in your hair,” Nova blurted. Well, that answered that question.

“Not by choice,” Virgil replied coldly. With that, he walked into the kitchen, and opened the fridge. He grabbed a container of blueberries, and set them on the counter. Hestia immediately flew from his hair, and dove headfirst into the container.

“Well, I guess no one else is getting blueberries. Are you happy with yourself?” Virgil mock-scolded. Hestia gave him a smug look, and burrowed herself further into the blueberry container. Despite what one would think, dragons really liked fruit. Or at least, Hestia did. She loved any and every kind of fruit, in any form. Virgil just hoped she wouldn’t get into Logan’s not-so-secret jam stash anytime soon.

“She… really likes blueberries,” a voice piped up from behind Virgil. He jumped and whirled around to see Nova standing behind him. Zephyr was perched on her shoulder, his nose twitching with curiosity.

“Geez kid, didn’t hear you come in,” Virgil chuckled nervously. Nova blushed slightly, and nervously twirled the end of one of her pigtails.

“Sorry! Wind mages are light on their feet, I guess,” she replied, shrugging. A thin smile came to Virgil’s face, and he glanced back at Hestia. She had made her way through about half of the blueberry container, and was looking pretty pleased with herself.

“Uh… is your familiar hungry? I’m not sure if we have any carrots… do winged rabbits eat carrots?” Virgil asked, rambling slightly. Nova laughed, though it sounded a little forced.

“Zephyr will eat just about anything, trust me. Most fruits and veggies are his favorite,” she said.

“Well, I would offer blueberries… but I’m not sure if Hestia would be willing to share,” Virgil said, sending a half-hearted glare towards the phoenix dragon, who was still burrowed inside the container, snacking on blueberries. She poked her head out, and glanced between Virgil and Zephyr. After a moment of consideration, she gave an inviting squawk.

“Huh. Guess she’s cool with sharing,” Virgil said, blinking in surprise. Zephyr perked up, spreading his wings and leaping off of Nova’s shoulder. His wings were gorgeous, a snowy white that shifted to an ashen gray at the tips. Virgil noticed that unlike a typical rabbit, Zephyr had a long white tail that had a fluffy gray tip.

He landed gracefully, his claws clacking on the counter. Zephyr’s wings folded to his sides, and he shyly crept closer to Hestia and her blueberries. She picked up a blueberry with her claw, and tossed it at Zephyr. It landed at his paws, and he sniffed at it curiously before eating it. Hestia tossed more blueberries at him, and Zephyr gobbled them up.

“Aww! I was planning to use those blueberries for pancakes this week, but this is much cuter!” a voice squealed from behind them.

“Good morning, Patton,” Virgil chuckled, smirking at Nova’s surprised expression.

“Morning! How’d you kiddos sleep?” he asked, stepping past Nova to the coffee machine.

“Fine,” Virgil replied.

“Pretty good, I guess,” Nova shrugged.

“Good!” Patton chirped, starting the coffee. A somewhat awkward silence settled in the kitchen, until Logan walked in. He chose to dress a bit more casually today, wearing a navy blue sweater vest over a black button up shirt, along with khakis and black dress shoes.

“Good morning, everyone,” Logan said, walking over to the cupboard and getting out a mug.

“Morning Lo!” Patton sang, green eyes sparkling. He practically skipped over to Logan, leaning up and pressing a light kiss to his lips. Logan smiled softly at Patton, then walked over to the coffee machine.

The morning continued amicably, with idle conversation while waiting for the coffee to brew. Patton made sure that Logan and Virgil ate something before leaving for work, and made sure that Nova ate breakfast as well. Virgil was a little uneasy with how easily Nova just seemed to fit in their life, but brushed the thoughts aside as he and Logan left for Ekeisdale High School.

The morning was thankfully uneventful, but today’s lunch period was going to be different. While Virgil wanted to do their regular routine of meeting in Logan’s room, and eating lunch with Thomas and the others, Logan insisted that it would be a kind gesture if they instead met the school’s new counselor for lunch. And yes, while it was the right thing to do, there was just something… off… about Dr. Emile Picani.

“Virgil, you are being paranoid,” Logan reprimanded gently. The two of them were walking to the counseling office, and Virgil’s nervousness was practically tangible.

“There’s just something weird about him, okay?” Virgil huffed.

“You could say there’s ‘something weird’ about yourself, Virgil,” Logan pointed out. Virgil frowned, glaring at Logan. The science teacher merely shrugged in response. Virgil sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Okay fine, maybe you have a point,” Virgil grumbled.

“Point about what?” a cheery voice from behind them piped up. Virgil jumped, whirling around to see Dr. Picani standing behind them.

“I- uh…” Virgil trailed off.

“Virgil and I were debating on where to go for lunch. I suggested that it may be the best course of action to let you choose, Doctor,” Logan replied smoothly. Virgil internally sighed in relief. Thank goodness for Logan’s quick thinking.

“Aw, well that’s sweet of you guys! And you can just call me Emile!” he said, smiling brightly.

“Oh. Cool. So Emile, did you have anywhere in mind?” Virgil asked. Emile frowned in thought for a moment, then smiled and spoke up again.

“Well, I saw this cute little cafe called Jack’s Magic Beans on the way to work this morning!” he suggested. The place sounded vaguely familiar to Virgil, he had overheard students and probably Roman chattering about it. It was a fairly new cafe in town, known for its coffee and freshly baked bread, which supposedly was made with beans in it.

“Sounds good to me,” Virgil shrugged.

The cafe was fairly busy when Logan, Virgil, and Emile arrived there. However, they did manage to snag a table. Virgil offered to stay at the table while Logan and Emile ordered, and although Logan looked reluctant to leave Virgil alone, Virgil more or less forced Logan to get in line, saying that he’d be fine by himself. So Virgil sat alone at the table, idly toying with the ends of his sleeves when someone suddenly plopped themselves into the seat beside Virgil.

“Uh, this seat is taken,” Virgil said, turning to glare at the person beside him. However, when he saw who it was, his heart leapt into his throat.

“Girl, I’ll only be a minute. We need to chat,” the man said, sipping at what appeared to be coffee, but Virgil knew better from the smell.

“Remy, you’re drinking blood from a coffee cup?” Virgil hissed. The winged vampire shrugged, taking another sip.

“I’m just trying to blend in!” Remy protested.

“Blend in?! You have wings!” Virgil whisper-shouted.

“As long as I keep them folded in, most people assume it’s part of my jacket. Humans are suuuper gullible. But I didn’t come to talk blending in tactics,” Remy replied.

“You found something out about what Dorian is up to?” Virgil asked.

“No. But he’s in Ekeisdale,” Remy said. Virgil’s stomach dropped.

“What?” he gasped.

“Yeah. Virgil, you need to leave this place behind. I know you have people, or whatever, but…” Remy trailed off, nervously adjusting his sunglasses.

“I can’t just up and leave! Especially now. Some stuff came up with Roman’s family… I can’t abandon him,” Virgil replied softly.

“Have you told him yet? That you think he’s your-”

“No,” Virgil interrupted firmly.

“Girl,” Remy drawled.

“Shut up. You really don’t have any idea what he’s up to?” Virgil asked.

“No. But Virgil… just be careful. Dorian’s had decades to plan his revenge. If I were you, I’d get as far away from here as possible. Start over again,” Remy said, taking a sip of his “coffee”.

“But-”

“I know, you found a family and life here. But what’s the point of it if Dorian just snatches it away?” Remy cut him off. Virgil opened his mouth to reply, but Remy got up and left before he could think of anything to say. He shut his mouth, staring numbly at the table. Remy was right. What was the point of his life is Dorian just took it away? At least if he left, it would be by his choice. But how could Virgil leave his family behind?

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18:03. The last work email has been sent and the holidays can officially begin.

She packs away her laptop, puts her coat on, and turns the lights off in her office for the last time this year. The keys rattle against each other as she locks up, and the undisturbed sound of her heels hitting the marble floor as she makes her way through the tall hallway is an indication that she is one of the last to leave the museum.

The warm glow from the Louvre welcomes her as she steps out into the cold Parisian air. Traffic is normal for the city, but it’s quiet out. The courtyard is without crowds of tourists, with the exception of the occasional passer-by, and it’s not until she rounds the corner onto a main street that she begins to pass the last-minute shoppers and those heading home for the night.

Before she joins the rush-hour crowd, she makes her way to one of her favourite patisseries. Each couple she spots makes her walk that little bit faster, reminding her of what waits for her at home.

She picks up a box of macarons and a raspberry tartelette from the owner’s daughter who always makes sure to leave one aside for her every Friday. She asks how the girl’s mother and sister are doing, and how her course is going, quickly learning about a class Christmas party that’s happening in one of the local bars tonight to celebrate the end of her exams.

“And is the Paul I hear so much about going to be there?”

“Incroyable,” she hears the girl swear under her breath as a small blush covers her cheeks, “my mother and her loose lips.” They both laugh.

“She means well.”

“I know. She keeps asking me when she’ll get to meet him, as if we’re together or something,” she tells her as she rings her up on the till. “Although, he’s not the only man she keeps asking about.”

“Oh?”

“She’s starting to miss that charming Captain of yours. Told me to stop selling you his favourite dessert so that he’d have to come in himself to get it.”

“I’ll tell him you said that.” She can’t help but laugh at the idea.

They say goodnight and it’s not long before she’s stepping into the elevator to the apartment with the bag of delicious pastries in hand.  

 As she clears the entrance to her- their- apartment, she has to remind herself, her eyes find him in the kitchen, his back to her as he wipes his fingers on the towel hanging over his shoulder. He mustn’t have heard her come in over the music playing through the speakers, and it makes her smile at the image of him humming along as he prepared dinner for them, taking a sip of red while he worked.

“Smells delicious in here.” She says as she walks to the open kitchen, setting the desserts from the bakery on the counter and greets him with a kiss.

“Let’s hope it tastes just as good.”

Ever since their trip to Italy towards the end of summer he’s been trying to recreate their favourite meals, and by the looks of it it’s one of his tonight, the fettuccine al pomodoro. The only reason she knows that’s it is because he near damn fell in love with it when they did a cooking class in Bologna and ordered it two nights in a row afterwards.

He grabs her a wine glass from the cabinet and pours her one to join him, handing it to her.

“Thank you.” She lifts the glass to her lips and takes a sip.

“May I?” she asks, grabbing a hold of the spoon with her free hand to taste the tomato sauce simmering in the pot. She must admit that she took quite the liking to pasta herself after travelling the country, and at this stage he’s done an impressive job at making the recipes from scratch.

She turns around to ask him if any of the league members had gotten back to him about getting together over the holidays when she finds him holding the tart and a bite taken out of it.

“Mmmm,” he moans around a mouthful of raspberry and filling.

“How you can eat that before dinner, I’ll never understand.”

“There’s fruit on it. Think of it as an appetiser.” He takes another giant bite, practically devouring the tart.

She sets her wine glass down on the kitchen counter next to her, smiling at the small mess left on his face and steps closer to him. “That’s not how it works.”

He wraps an arm around her waist as she does, “People have fruit salads sometimes before dinner. Who’s to say these things aren’t just a fancier, more delicious version of that.” He says as she gently wipes away the bit of powdered sugar on his nose and cheek with her thumb.

“Nice try.” She kisses the corner of his mouth, getting a taste of the sweet cream filling and a hint of raspberry. He wasn’t wrong about it tasting delicious.

He quickly chases her lips before she pulls away, kissing her twice before he straightens, a small smile on his face as his eyes meet hers. “I don’t think I’d forgive myself if I ate two desserts after dinner, so by spreading it out it doesn’t feel so bad.”

“Bold of you to assume I was going to share.”

“I’m sure I could convince you somehow.” He wiggles his hips against hers playfully when he sees her begin to smile at him.

 He was right in saying that she couldn’t say no to him. After dinner they moved over to the couch, setting their glasses on the small table in front of them and the box of macarons between them. They half-paid attention to whatever was on tv as they nibbled on the pastries, talking about making plans to return to the States to celebrate Arthur’s birthday at the end of January, and an upcoming fundraising ball for her work in Paris before that, to less extravagant things like what they were going to do tomorrow.

As they’re cleaning up their small mess, readying to call it a night, the empty macaron box reminds her to tell Steve what the baker’s daughter had said to her earlier on her way home.

“I found out I have some competition this evening.” She lifts her brow as her eyes light up with humour, the corners of her mouth beginning to turn up when she meets his gaze.

“Oh really? What for?”

“Mrs Barteau’s daughter, Pauline, told me she’s not allowed to sell me anymore tarts until they see you in the flesh. Seems her mother misses a certain charming American.” She tells him as she walks over to the bin, the sound of his laughter loud enough to be heard across the room.

“Maybe I need to start going someplace else,” her head tilts to the side, smiling at him as she turns back and leans against the edge of the counter to wait for him.

“Maybe.”

She watches his free hand scratch at the stubble along his jawline as he walks over, while the other holds the two empty glasses. She likes the scruff on him, missed it on him. It suits him well. He’s been talking about growing it out, so it’ll be interesting to see what that feels like when he’s-.

“Call me crazy but I don’t think Amandine’s sudden interest in art restoration is to impress me.”

He’s caught Pauline’s older sister throwing in an extra few macarons for Diana whenever they’ve stopped by the shop, or the quick up and down glances when she thinks no one’s watching. He’s pretty confident Diana knows this, but he can’t be sure since she doesn’t act any different towards her than that of her sister.

“I’ve no idea what you’re referring to.” She tries to act indifferent, but her eyes give her away. He doesn’t need to borrow the lasso of Hestia to know she’s lying. She knows exactly what he means, and that makes him smile even more.

Neither say anything more about the matter, but left feeling awake from the light-heartedness of their conversation. She watches him quickly rinse the glasses in the sink across from her, how the muscles in his back move through the thin shirt material as he works.

It amazes her how often her mind wanders to him. She thinks about him when she’s at work, particularly when those meetings go on far longer than they should. She thinks about him at night when she can’t get to sleep, when the bed feels too big because he’s had to go away for work and the smell of him surrounds her when she wears one of his shirts. But it’s not just when they’re separated. He could be doing the most mundane thing in the world and she’d find herself thinking about all the different ways she loves this man.

Two days ago, they were brushing their teeth, his hair was wild from sleep, making him look almost boyish in his navy blue plaid pyjama pants and white t-shirt. It wasn’t hard to imagine what Steve was like a child once upon a time.

Before that she found him asleep on the couch with a book in his lap, his head resting on the top of the couch cushion. He had tried waiting up for her that night when the world called for Wonder Woman’s help, and when she returned she found the tv on one of the news stations, muted.

“Let’s go to bed, Love.” She whispered as she leaned over him from behind the couch, pushing his hair back from his face as he woke.

Before she could straighten, he pulled her down to him so he could press his lips against hers quickly, “Glad you’re home.”

“Me too.”

 She pushes herself away from the kitchen counter, suddenly wanting to be close to him.

“Thank you for dinner, by the way. You’re too good to me.”

When he turns, she raises her hand to his cheek, the facial hair tickling her skin as she follows the strong line of his jaw with her fingers, just as he had moments ago. She feels his hand on her waist, his thumb playing with the bit of exposed skin on the same side her arm lifted.

“It’s my pleasure.” He says as he tucks a strand of hair that had escaped her loose bun behind her ear.

“Tomorrow, I want to cook for you. I’m also thinking we sleep-in in the morning.” It’s been a while since they’ve spent the day in bed, and she knows it’s one of his favourite things to do. He tries his best to convince her to stay a little longer every morning before work, but she rarely gives in, and because she wakes so early it doesn’t take much negotiating before he’s hugging her pillow to his chest and falling back asleep.

“I’ll hold you to that, you know.”

“I don’t doubt you will.”

A moment passes, and he glances at her lips. Before she knows what’s happening she can feel his hands slide down behind her legs through her leather pants and is she’s being lifted.

“Come on, let’s get to bed.” He tells her as he heads in the direction of their bedroom, and she can feel his breath on her neck from the sudden closeness. His stubble tickles her skin when he places a trail of kisses along the side of her neck, and it instantly reminds her of the other night.

He trailed his mouth down her chest, kissing every inch of skin as his hands roamed her body. He soon continued the same attention along her navel, over her hip, until his mouth is closing around her, working her up slowly and deliberately until she’s clutching the sheets and her body is arching off the mattress. The insides of her thighs were left feeling slightly sensitive the following morning but it was so damn worth it.

Desire licks her blood, warmth instantly spreading throughout her body at the memory. She trails a hand up through the ends of his hair at the base of his neck, unable to resist touching him more, and shifts against him to hug his waist with her legs for better leverage.

“Steve,” she says, her voice sounding low and breathless when his teeth graze over her pulse point and sucks on her skin.

She turns her face in search of his mouth and he kisses her. Her lips part against his and Steve wastes no time in deepening the kiss.

He pushes her back against the wall in the hallway that leads to their room, pausing momentarily to adjust his grip as he sets her down near the edge of the wooden table, and she can’t help but gasp against his mouth. She feels his hips push into her, and she digs her fingers into his shoulders.

The table could work, but maybe for another time, she thinks. Right now she wants to feel every inch of him against her.

“Bed,” she breathes against his mouth, and he immediately bends slightly to slide his hands back down her thighs and picks her up, wrapping her long legs around his waist once again.

Once they’re in their room, he lays her gently on the mattress and continues to kiss her. His hands slide underneath her jumper, caressing the soft skin until he makes his way around her sides, and up her back where he unclasps her bra. While he does that, she begins to work on his belt’s buckle and pulls it from around his waist where it eventually ends up on the floor.

He wants to take his time with her, to love her. For the next two weeks they will not be disturbed, they have no real obligations for the next few days, and the thought of having her all to himself reminds him to slow down.

Their kisses become less hungry and more tender, their touches turn softer and slower. Time is on their side, and unlike the first night they shared in Veld, they have plenty of it.

For one night, they could only enjoy the snow and each other before the war reared its ugly head at them and destroyed everything in its path. Now, a century later, they have everything to look forward to and can hide from the world as they get lost in each other.