#i call persephone 'queen' ironically

[lacking-rodents]

I love Minthe okay

[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

Sneak Peek: Hēzīr, Ābrazȳrītsos (What is Broken!Aemond x Sister Wife!Reader) 18+

Translation: From Now On, Little Wife

The day she has been waiting for all her life is finally here. She is at last wed to her dear brother, Aemond, and all is right in the world. For now, she does not have to be patient to get what she's been craving for so long...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader (third person, no use of Y/N)

Warnings: Smut (vaginal fingering, p in v), sadness but only if you've read What is Broken

Author's Note: A lot of people have been asking for this for a while, but I've kind of lacked inspiration for it. Until one lovely @queen--kenobi set up a Table Sex Event to beautifully spite a nasty anon. So thank you, dear Persephone! I'm planning to have this posted this coming Saturday, June 29.

I will be setting up a side blog for me to reblog fics to in place of a taglist

Hēzīr, Ābrazȳrītsos Sneak Peek

The time between Aemond kissing her at the altar and leading her into the Great Hall for the wedding feast was a blur.

She was fairly sure he had kissed her again in the wheelhouse before it made its journey back to the Red Keep. The King, who, according to their grandsire, had been too weak to attend the ceremony, greeted them upon their arrival. She did not recall what he had said, but she doubted he had either, so she did not worry. And at some point, she had been undressed and redressed, for she now wore her second wedding gown – the one that had not had its hem dragged through the mud outside the Sept and in the castle courtyard.

But to her, it seemed as if only a moment had passed between Aemond pulling away from her at the Sept and him leaning in to kiss her again in front of the Iron Throne.

“Ñuhon,” Aemond whispered against her lips. Mine.

“Aōhon,” she replied. Yours.

Though the crowd’s cheering was their cue to take their seats, she could not resist leaning forward to kiss him once more.

“I see my wife is a greedy little thing.” Aemond was grinning when he pulled back, noticing and delighting in the way she blushed when he called her ‘wife.’ He took her hand and helped her into her seat before taking his.

By tradition, he should have been seated directly to their father’s right, with his new bride on the King’s left. But tradition had always been disregarded for them. Or rather, for their half-sister, who now occupied the seat at their father’s right hand. Aemond and his bride were on his left, two seats down.

Still, all eyes were on them – on her. How could they not be? She was radiant, her eyes sparkling with the reflection of the gold stitching on her dress. Her smile was bright enough to outshine the sun and stars themselves. And while their guests were fortunate enough to witness it, he knew it was all for him.

No longer just his hāedus. More than his zaldrīzītsos or maegītsos. More precious even than his raqiarzītsos. Now, and forevermore, she was his ābrazȳrītsos. Little sister, little dragon, little witch, little darling.

Little wife.

[marsprincess889]

NAKSHATRAS AS GODDESSES

2/27

👄🥀BHARANI🛶

DISCLAIMER: This is based solely on my research and the patterns that I saw. I can't promise that I'm gonna be sure in all the coorelations, but I'm going to attribute each nakshatra a goddess that I think fits it the closest. If you're dissapointed, to make up for it, I'm going to list some other deities in the end that I think also fit the nakshatra. Don't come for me if you think I'm wrong, be respectful in the comments if you think so and have fun 🤍

For Bharani I chose a goddess that I love personally and while I definitely see her connection to Bharani, I still hesistated when putting her here. Not much research was needed while writing as I had already researched almost everything that I could find about her and knew tons. Without further ado, let's start.

Freya

Pantheon: Norse

Name meaning: Lady, mistress

Associations: Love, sexuality, beauty, fate, death, war, magic, cats, gold and amber.

Symbols: Cats, swines, falcons, amber and gold, daisies, swords, romantic music, strawberries, aurora borealis(northern lights)

Freya is a strong, powerful Norse goddess of love, sex, war and death. She has a chariot pulled by gray cats, a loyal boar_ Hildisvíni, that she rides on when in battle, a cloak made of falcon feathers that allows her to shapeshift and the most beautiful piece of jewelry in the world: her necklace Brisingamen.

Her brother is Freyr (lord), god of fertility, agriculture and male virility. Her family comes from the tribe of gods called the Vanir. They're peaceful gods, connected to all civilised earthly matters. The other tribe- Aesir, are said to live in Asgard, away from them. A war broke out between the two tribes. Eventually, a peace negotiation was settled: Freya and Freyr would go to the Aesir as a gesture and would live with them. Despite being Vanir, Freya is debatably the highest standing Norse goddess, comparable in power only to Frigg- the queen of the gods. Some sources say that she taught the Aesir the magical art of seidr, the act of seeing and influencing the future.

Unfortunately, there are not many sources available that would desctibe Freya in greater detail, and this is true for all norse gods. Despite this, some key details about her have been preserved, enough for me to coorelate her to Bharani.

Despite being a love goddess and having a husband, she's very independent, having an iron will and being particular about her preferences. Like the Greek Aphrodite and Roman Venus, her origins are associated with the sea, but in a different way. She's not born from sea, but her father is the god of the sea, oceans and commerce- Njord. Despite this venus associations, she's also a maiden goddess (not unlike Persephone) associated with death and war.

It is known that viking warriors who died in battle had the privillege of entering Valhalla- a kind of heaven presided over by Odin, the chief Norse god. While that's true for half of the warriors, the other half went with Freya in Fólkvangr, where lies her hall- Sessrúmnir. Moreover, it was Freya who had the first pick, Odin had to be content being second.

Her husband, Odr, was frequently away. Missing him, she would cry tears that would turn gold when falling on the ground, and amber if they fell into the sea. She loved her husband, but also had untamed sexuality that was notorious. It was rare in those times as a woman to express yourself sexually and to do so with so much passion and courage, so, it's no wonder why this goddess survived as an important figure for many women.

There's a myth about Freya and her desire being so strong, it causing her pain. The desire was for a necklace made by the dwarves. It was of gold and amber and immidiately captivated her. She went to acquire it but the only price the dwarves would offer was her spending one night with each of them. Feeling like she had no choice, Freya agreed. When her husband found out about her betrayal, he left her and went to the sea. Freya cried and cried but he was nowhere to be seen. After some time, she learned he that he turned into a sea monster and went to him, still loving him unconditionally. Somebody saw the monster and killed Odr, not knowing it was him. Furious, Freya demanded a place for him with the Gods, so they could be together and she got her permit, so that they were reunited in the end.

Freya's names and epithets: Gefn (the giver), Hörn (flaxen_reference to her hair), Mardöll (sea shaker), Sýr (sow), Valfreyja (lady of the slain).

If you read my post about Bharani, it should not be a surprise that I coorelated Freya to this nakshatra. She rules over love, sex and death, all things Bharani. When reading about Freya and Freyr being twins, Yama (Bharani's god) and his twin sister_ Yami came to mind, especially considering that Yami was said to be free and unrestrained, just like Freya. This is also true for real life Bharani natives, because Bharani is a natural place for females, women tend to find themselves comfortable in these energies while males act restrained.

Freya's desire for her necklace and it causing her problems is also very Bharani, as explored in my Bharani post. The theme of her crying because of her love and ultimately love conquering everything is also closely connected to this nakshatra.

I also avoided choosing either Aphrodite or Persephone, because they're so polarized from each other. I do think Bharani is more Persephone, but I don't think that either of them represent Bharani completely. I see Bharani as having traits of both: Ruling over love/ sexuality but also being a maiden. Freya seemed perfect. I debated whether she was better suited for Purva Phalguni or not, but the death association made Bharani the better choice.

I'm well aware that some people think that she and Frigg are the same Goddess and they're definitely similar and there's a great possibility that they originated from the same goddess. I really don't think they're the same though. To me Freya is fire, Frigg is ice, Freya's the mistress, Frigg is the wife. Freya is the maiden, Frigg is the mother, and so on...

Deities that I attribute to Bharani other than Freya:

Persephone- Greek goddess of vegetation, spring and the underworld, "Queen of the Dead"

Bhairavi- Indian goddess, "awe-inspiring" "formidable".

Hel- Norse goddess of the dead, who's half dead, half a beautiful young girl

Inanna- Sumerian goddess very similar to Freya. Also a love/sexuality goddess and also a maiden. "Queen of the Heaven", she also decended into the underworld.

Gwenhwyfar- Queen Guinevere, Welsh goddess of sovereignity and the Earth, representing the land itself. (This one I hesitated to put but the vibes are matching, to me at least).

EDIT: So, obviously, Hades, Pluto or whatever god of death any culture has is also coorelated to Bharani, ig I forgot about them cause Bharani is so female-centered lol.

So that's it! I hope fellow Bharanis and everyone else found this entertaining and insightful. You're welcome to research all these goddesses if you wish and let me know if u think I'm right. Being my moon nakshatra, Bharani was extra pressure, but what's done is done. LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS, PLEASE 🤍

[sonics-atelier]

Just One Look

Summary : Based on this post by @rabbit-hearted-girl, Kaz Brekker braves the underworld to bring Inej back to life, but must resist looking at her to succeed. When his love compels him to turn, he nearly loses her forever, igniting his resolve to defy the gods and reclaim her.

a/n : Hello Soc fandom, its my first time writing for my otp so please let me know your thoughts! Hope you enjoy this 🫶

The air was thick with the stench of death, and the churning river Styx gurgled ominously as Kaz Brekker approached the gates of the underworld. He was battered, his clothes torn and bloodstained from the journey that had brought him here, but his dark eyes burned with a determination that nothing could extinguish. Inej was dead, taken from him in a cruel twist of fate during a perilous voyage, and Kaz would not rest until he had brought her back.

He stood before the massive iron gates, guarded by the monstrous Cerberus, the three-headed hound of Hades. Kaz’s gloved hands clenched into fists. Fear was a familiar companion, but it had no place here. Not now. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, his voice steady and commanding.

"Hades!" he called, his voice echoing through the cavernous entrance. "Lord of the Underworld, I seek an audience."

The gates creaked open with an eerie groan, and Kaz was led into the shadowy realm by a silent, hooded figure. The underworld was a place of perpetual twilight, its landscape a twisted mirror of the living world, filled with ghostly apparitions and sorrowful wails. Kaz’s heart pounded in his chest as he was brought before the throne of Hades and Persephone.

Hades, the stern and unyielding ruler of the dead, sat upon his throne, his dark eyes gleaming with an ancient wisdom. Beside him, Persephone, the radiant queen of the underworld, exuded an ethereal beauty that contrasted sharply with her grim surroundings. Kaz bowed low, his eyes never leaving theirs.

"Why do you trespass in my realm, mortal?" Hades' voice was a rumble of thunder, his gaze piercing, he and his brother had something in common after all.

Kaz straightened, his expression unyielding. "I have come to beg for the return of Inej Ghafa, taken from the world of the living before her time. I beseech you, great Hades, and you, fair Persephone, to grant her another chance at life."

Persephone’s eyes softened, but Hades remained impassive. "Many have pleaded for their loved ones, but few have succeeded. What makes you think you are different?"

Kaz reached into his coat and pulled out a small, tattered sack. "Because I am willing to do whatever it takes." He emptied the contents onto the ground—an assortment of small objects: coins, pieces of string, and a red ribbon. He began to perform, his hands moving with practiced precision as he executed a series of intricate magic tricks, each one more mesmerizing than the last.

He made coins disappear and reappear, tied and untied impossible knots, and finally, he took the red ribbon and began to weave a story, his voice low and captivating. "This ribbon," he said, "is the thread of fate that binds me to Inej. It is unbreakable, forged by the gods themselves. Our lives are intertwined, and without her, I am incomplete."

As he spoke, he manipulated the ribbon, making it dance and twist in the air, forming shapes and patterns that seemed almost magical. Persephone’s eyes glistened with tears, moved by the sincerity in Kaz’s voice and the beauty of his performance.

Hades frowned, his resolve wavering. "You speak of love, yet love is what brought you to this place of sorrow. What makes you think you can defy the fates?"

Kaz’s hands trembled slightly as he tied the final knot in the ribbon. "Because love is stronger than fate. It is the only force that can bridge the gap between life and death. Inej’s spirit calls to me, and I cannot live without her." It was the truth he had known all along but was a coward to not have uttered it sooner.

There was a moment of silence, the weight of Kaz’s words hanging in the air. Finally, Persephone turned to Hades, her voice gentle but firm. "Let him try, my love. Let him prove the strength of his bond."

Hades sighed, the shadows in his eyes deepening. "Very well. You may lead her from the underworld, but there is one condition. You must not look back at her until you have both crossed the threshold into the living world. If you do, she will be lost to you forever."

Kaz nodded, his heart pounding with a mixture of hope and fear. "I understand."

Hades waved his hand, and from the shadows, Inej emerged. She was as beautiful as Kaz remembered, her lithe form draped in a flowing gown that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes, deep and soulful, met Kaz’s with a look of longing and love.

Kaz’s breath caught in his throat, but he turned and began to walk, knowing that Inej was following close behind. The journey through the underworld was treacherous, the path winding and filled with obstacles. Kaz’s mind raced with memories of Inej—the way she moved with the grace of a dancer, her sharp wit and quiet strength, the warmth of her touch. He longed to look back, to see her face, to assure himself that she was really there.

But he kept his eyes forward, the weight of Hades' condition pressing down on him. They were nearing the exit now, the faint light of the living world visible in the distance. Kaz’s heart pounded, each step bringing them closer to freedom.

Finally, they reached the threshold. The cool air of the living world beckoned, and Kaz’s resolve wavered. He could hear Inej’s footsteps behind him, light and sure, but the need to see her, to confirm that she was truly there, overwhelmed him. He turned, his eyes searching for her.

In that instant, he saw her—beautiful, radiant, her hair flowing in the wind. Her eyes met his, filled with love and relief. But before she could step into the living world, her form began to disintegrate, the light fading from her eyes.

Kaz’s scream tore through the air, a sound of pure anguish and despair. He reached out, but it was too late. Inej was gone, her spirit pulled back into the depths of the underworld. He fell to his knees, his heart breaking as he watched her disappear.

The world seemed to collapse around him, the weight of his failure crushing him. He had come so close, only to lose her again because of his own weakness. He screamed and screamed until his throat was raw, until the air in his lungs gave out and he felt like he was drowning once again and inej had been the tether keeping him afloat, the thought was too much for his heart to bear.

As the darkness threatened to consume him, he forced himself to stand. He wiped the tears from his eyes, his resolve hardening. He knew that she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn't pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he'd begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near.

He had lost her once, but he would not lose her again. He would wage a war worthy of the gods, if that’s what it took. He would bring her back, no matter the cost.

For he was a man of many skills, and would use every one of them to get his girl back. If she would have him, he would never let her go again. And so, at long last, Kaz Brekker was gone, and Dirtyhands had come to see the rough work done.

- @sonics-atelier 2024 ( do not repost or reuse in any way, shape or form )

Dividers by @strangergraphics 🫶

[violettavonviolet]

Marvel Fic Rec's part 2

All of these fics are amazing and finished! The wordcount goes up as you scroll, I've marked the ratings but do check the tags yourself!

A star marks a fic that hasn't left my brain since I read it

Winter-iron

Out of the Shadows

CognizantCatastrophe

Summary:

“Can I at least have a crayon? Even kids get crayons,” Tony whined the next time he saw the soldier. “Seriously, I’m so bored I’m going to explode. I need something to do or I’m going to die.”

That time, it almost looked like the soldier was fighting back a laugh behind his mask. He left, however, without a sound.

The next time he returned, he tossed Tony a red crayon.

---------------

Tony is kidnapped, and the Winter Soldier is his guard. When a botched mind-wipe restores the man's mind, however, that's when things get interesting... especially because he is the only real potential soulmate Tony has ever found.

24k mature

The Guiding of Death *

RayShippouUchiha

Summary:

“Hades and Persephone reborn huh,” Fury states then more than asks, “no need to ask which is which.”

Toni’s brows furrow even as dread begins to squirm to life inside of her.

But before she can say anything, before she can open her mouth and set the record straight, she hears it.

A murmur as loud as a scream from somewhere in the tomb silent bridge.

“That whole Merchant of Death thing,” someone off to the side faux whispers, “makes a lot more sense now.”

It echoes across the bridge like a gunshot.

41k mature

Letters to Bucky

NotEvenCloseToStraight

Summary:

Stuck in rehab after a near-fatal accident, Tony reaches out via letters to a soldier overseas, and Bucky is more than happy to write back, drawn to Tony for a reason he can't quite name. One or two letters turn into a years worth, then come the phone calls, with Tony quickly realizing that Bucky's voice, with that rolling Brooklyn accent might be his new favorite sound.

When Bucky shows up unannounced at Tony's door, one thing leads to another and maybe a confession or two is made. But Bucky's tour overseas isn't over yet, not even close, and they have months more of distance between them.

Then Bucky disappears, missing in action, and Tony doesn't know if he will ever get his soldier back. And if Bucky DOES make it home, will he be the same boy from Brooklyn who sent Tony love poems, or has his time away and his injuries changed him for good?

BONUS CHRISTMAS CHAPTER ADDED 12/10/18

48k explicit

Other

myrtle and fennel blossoms

graveltotempo

Summary:

There is something odd about Tony Stark.

3.5k Thor/Tony teen

I'll be there

graveltotempo

Summary:

“Yo, are you fucking insane?” asked Erik, and, between the gun in his hands and the way Thor was staring at him in confused disbelief, a hand over his shoulder, it was clear that he had used it on him once already. Ineffectively, cause Thor was a god - and Tony had just nearly died again, holy shit - but enough to stun him.

“Erik-” started Tony, but it came out a little croaky, and he put a hand on his neck at the pain. That fucking hurt.

Erik seemed to grow further angry, while Thor frowned at Tony. “What fucking business does your ass have, grabbing an unarmed civilian by the neck? Look at how he sounds after less than a second in your fucking paws, were you fucking trying to kill him?”

4.8k Erik Killmonger/Tony teen

 Billionaire's cake

everythingispoetry

Summary:

The first time Phil gets to eat something baked by Tony, it's purely accidental. The other times - not so much.

Or: a story about a relationship that starts with donuts and doesn't end because of donuts.

16k phil/tony

Off Script *

bear_bell

Summary:

Agent Coulson sees Stark smile, and he's compromised.

18k phil/tony teen

theme of wonder

graveltotempo

Summary:

When Thanos, the Mad Titan, breached the walls of the Underworld, in a bid to kill Hades and make Persephone his own, the King and Queen of the Dead cast a spell.

A spell of time and souls, so that their love would be everlasting and so that they never would be without one another. So that their soul and immortal spirit would continue to reincarnate into different human bodies for cycles to come, and so that they could always find each other, not matter when or where. 

And for centuries, through the fall of Alexandria and the Salem Witch Trials, through the rise of the Ottoman reign and the fall of the Roman Empire, it works.

Until Persephone wakes alone in a cave, surrounded by ash, smoke and sand, and Hades wakes alone in Kamar Taj, drenched in water and with blood on his sheets.

Both alone.

And as the Infinity Stones start popping up around them again, and the oddness of this cycle continues, they know that the reckoning is approaching, that the end is near.

That the Mad Titan is once more at their door.

23k stephen strange/ tony stark gen

Peter Parker

Kind, Sober, and Fully Dressed

Traincat

Summary:

"Pete, my man, my completely platonic best bro," he muttered to himself in the voice he reserved solely for mocking Johnny Storm. "Come over and watch my maybe sex tape! Fun times! Just two guys hanging out -" he slammed the bathroom door maybe a little harder than necessary "- watching the one guy's celebrity sex tape! Good clean fun!"

Mrs. Moretti downstairs banged on her ceiling with a broom.

Everything was coming up Parker tonight.

--

Or, in which Peter proves himself tragically unable to take a hint. Post-Amazing Spider-Man Digital #17, aka the time Johnny asked Peter to watch his sex tape.

8k spideytorch mature

Always Glad You Came *

aloneintherain

Summary:

Spider-Man is a relatively new, controversial vigilante, and Johnny has a crush the size of the Empire Building. The Four - operating under the assumption that Spidey is an adult - do not approve.

“I just happen to think Spider-Man's cool,” Johnny says, matter-of-factly. “A hero can think another hero is cool without making it weird. I admire his aloofness. And his badass-ness.”

“His aloofness,” Ben repeats, chuckling into his mug of beer. It’s roughly the size of Johnny’s head. “Yeah, sure, I bet that’s all your admire, right?”

13k spideytorch teen

Hey Baby, Slip between my Beta-Pleats and get to know my Alpha-Helix? *

Anonymous

Summary:

Even though Tony can't tell the difference between Manolo Blahnik and Jimmy Choo, Peter really has no other choice. 

His heat is around the corner, so even though he loathes the party-going, booze drinking, smug playboy know-it-all that is Tony Stark-

He'll just have to do.

37k starker explicit

Lying by Omission

deniigiq

Summary:

“I know I said I was up for anything--” he told Hogarth carefully, trying to surreptitiously slide the files back onto her desk.

She slapped a hand on them and pushed them back towards him.

“Mr. Nelson, you are one of the best lawyers on staff, and I am seriously considering the pros and cons of a potential partnership here,” she told him, staring up at him without moving her face or hand. Somehow, the files continued to dig into the meat of his palm.

“--but it turns out,” he valiantly carried on, “I am actually and suddenly extremely busy with the destruction Jessica will cause in approximately twenty minutes, which will have nothing to do with me or any favors or bribes or anything like that—” 

(Someone brings Team Red's (and the Punisher's) loved ones back from the dead to torture them for information on their vigilantes. Hogarth coerces Foggy to handle the resulting legal fallout and he is both the worst and best person for the job.)

40k not rated Peter & Matt &Wade

I'll Tell No Lies

doctorestranged

Summary:

When a series of murders take place, Peter Parker goes undercover in Sister Margaret’s to get intel on Tony Stark’s prime suspect: Deadpool. Peter goes in hoping to get enough information so that Spider-Man can save the day, but like everything in Peter’s life, it becomes a bit more complicated than that and it soon becomes apparent that he might not be the best fit for the job.

77k peter/wade

Other

 like the rain chooses the grass *

Tsume_Yuki

Summary:

Fuck. Not once had he ever considered his soulmate would be anything other than a black woman. His opinions on that are already far too solidified to allow for anything else.

Yet green eyes and a carbon copy soulmark are telling him otherwise.

Fuck this shit.

31k Erik Killmonger/Harry Potter

In Wade We Trust (We Are So Screwed)

dentalfloss

Summary:

“Wade Wilson dropped by last night,” Clint explained, like it was any other Friday. “Brought pizza and beer.” There was a thoughtful silence through the phone and then:

“You had a pizza party with Deadpool.” Phil said and Clint slid down the couch onto his back. Yeah, that pretty much summed up the situation.

Or: the one where Clint does something nice for Wade, and Wade decides to never let him go.

44k clint/coulson wade&clint teen

marvel fic recs part 1

[roadkillnroses]

Those who have followed me for a little bit have probably noticed that I tag deities I worship on reblogged posts that don't directly concern them. This is because it's important to me to be able to see the gods in everything. Here's a quick overview on how I sort things (in alphabetical order!)

Apollon posts are sometimes also Artemis posts if I see something that reminds me of their sibling relationship. He's the kouros to Persephone's kore, a serpent-slaying idealized type of young man. He represents plague and curing of disease. Posts about birds also go to him because crows are among his sacred animals. The sun, insight, truth, justice, and certain types of divination are also his. Ironically for a god with such protagonist vibes, I tend to think of him in relation to other deities- his sister, Kore, and especially his half-brother Hermes because they're in each other's stories and their domains are so close

Ares posts are about struggle, specifically class warfare and decolonial struggles and other mass movements. Mostly news posts in here.

Ariadne posts are about visual and tactile intoxication. For a time I was trying to see her as an equal counterpart to Dionysos, a sort of Shakti to his Shiva, but it just wasn't there. I wish I'd been able to build up a relationship with her as strong as the one I have with her husband. I have a deep affection for textiles, folk costume and embroidery and I associate her story of the ball of thread and the Labyrinth with that. So, she gets posts about clothing and design, especially ancient Minoan costume.

Artemis posts are about animals and the wild viewed from close up. Never domesticated animals, always wild ones. Also the wildness of youthful energy and mischief. Children as untamed creatures. Also lesbianism? Sometimes, maybe?

Cybele posts are for motherhood, mountains, trans ancestors (such as the galli), nature in the big general sense, and certain predatory animals, especially lions. In her native Phrygia she was often pictured with lions and eagles. She has had a number of names over the millennia, but I use Cybele just to be as understood as possible. The scholarship I've read suggests that her personal name among the Phrygians was something like Angdistis or Acdestis. Personally, I just call her Great Mother.

Dionysos posts cover a pretty broad range of things but they include certain queer vibes, madness, self-indulgence, liberated sexuality, and of course intoxication and altered states of consciousness.

Hekate posts are about secret things, night and nocturnal animals, death, protecting the vulnerable. She is the guide for those who pass in liminal spaces, unguarded paths, the places where it's unsafe to linger. Her posts and Hestia's are the most likely to be prayers to protect certain people- refugees, children, those who need reproductive medicine, the unhoused and marginal.

Hephaistos posts are largely about disability and having been through some shit. The exceptions are about crafting, making stuff. There aren't many of them.

Hermes posts are about communication, exchange, movement, travel, petty crime, freedom, and also esoterica because I acknowledge Hermes Trismegistus as an aspect of the Hellenic Hermes. Why not!

Hermaphroditos posts are about androgyny, trans bodies, and t4t eroticism. This is kind of also an Aphroditos tag, for the male/androgynous Aphrodite who was historically worshiped in some places. So consider these posts to be shared between the child of Aphrodite and Hermes and also an aspect of Aphrodite herself.

Hestia posts are about home. Housing justice, warm food, objects of comfort and security and the support of community.

Kore (Persephone) posts are about plants, usually flowering plants but also femininity/maidenhood. I don't really deal with her queen of the underworld aspect, but that may change.

Lucifer-Prometheus posts are about rebellion, questioning orthodoxy, tearing down hierarchies, and blinding flashes of insight. Anarchy as a gut feeling. Youth liberation. Elevating the abject and deposing the despotic. I am only somewhat a Satanist, but I am wholeheartedly an anarchist. Prometheus as an accuser/adversary who was gave up his freedom to liberate others is my political exemplar.

[contrastparadoxx]

What was the initial idea for perse? How has she changed over the course of making her?

Oh this is actually SUCH a fun question, because as only some of you guys will know, Perse actually started out as a different character entirely. My friend at the time had a story in the works called Brothers, and while the characters were actually human they were always drawn as furries. I made a joke about a furry wearing a “Ask me about my Skinsona” shirt and that paired with another then friend complaining about brightly colored eyesore furries resulted in this

She was married to one of the main characters, Lucifer, which is why she was named Persephone, or Perse for short. She was immune to a poison that could kill even gods, she stabbed first asked questions later (met her then husband for the first time because he tried to grab something and she pinned his hand to the table with a knife and he was smitten), and she was by virtue of being married to Lucifer, the queen of heaven. She was also a royal guard before she was queen, and I loved her! There were a few relatively minor design changes to her during this time period, none really worth showing

Then the friend and I kinda drifted apart. Originally they were going to purchase Perse from me for $50, but that fell through and she just gathered dust because I was ashamed for some reason. Another ex friend made an alien species that was very furry esq, and I was like oh I can rework Perse for this! And then this version of her was born

I still like that outfit ngl. She was similar in this iteration, still very stab happy, and I accidentally pissed the GM of a game off by playing her being flippent and having fun in a horror situation. Oops. This version of her did not last long because that “friend” got really nasty about me because I “hoard characters”, among other things. Do I eventually left that community and was once again left with a character I used to project on feeling like she and I just don’t belong. All of this is before I even knew the FTC existed.

And then I came here. I wasn’t going to make her, at first. I made a few trolls, I messed around, I was having fun! Then I was like lol what if I made an OC who is a human who hides by wearing a fursuit. That led to me going “oh wait I could use Perse for that, since she’s always had that Skinsona shirt! Wouldn’t it be ironic!” And so Perse the human on alternia was born. I eventually connected her to a few other furry OC’s, which led to her getting her best friend, Ashter. He was her handler at con’s before he was her moirail, you know.

And eventually I went you know what, I want her to be a troll. I had a few ideas for how I was going to do that, but the one I ended up going with involved her making a deal with a demon to get the body she wanted. Her troll form actually originally looked way different too! And I might revamp the old design and make it a different character

I would change at least some of the colors and probably the horns. But while I love this design it never quite fit right. Eventually I decided to just go you know what how about I design a troll version of her fursona (which also has a slightly different design now, but I do not currently have a ref of, I’m working on it) and that THAT finally hit correctly. Technically her design has changed slightly since then as well, but the final version is the one shown in her sprites as made by Roetrolls!

She’s slightly (slightly) less stab happy now, and instead of being immune to a poison that is deadly to literally everyone else, she is technically venomous/poisonous (it’s both), with a toxin that shuts off psionics, chucklevoodoos, anything like that. She’s a gamer now, which was honestly very close to her vibes originally, and still insanely loyal.

I’m sorry if this wasn’t what you were asking about and I’m happy to explain anything further that I need to!

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|Intro|

This is quite an interesting state of affairs. Me participating in a weekly challenge, but I felt called due to the topic at hand to finally make a blog talking about the lovely deities of the Underworld. Chthonic Gods are of the Earth. That is why Libations are poured into the earth instead of being burned rising upward. They reside in the ultimate state of earthen elements and beyond. They are otherworldly but reside below and around us, affecting aspects of our state of being. I personally believe we are stardust. We are of cosmic chemical origins, but most of those elements formed into the earth we know, and without those earthen fundamentals, we will not exist, so in a way, we have terrestrial origins as well as cosmic . And when we cease to exist, we give the earth our physical bodies as "thanks for sustaining me. Now let me repay the favor" kind of way while our essence and spirit goes down to the Underworld.

|Chthonic vs. Ouranic|

A lot of Chthoni were feared (King Hades and Lord Thanatos come to mind) due to their "negative domains" such as Death and the Underworld. Hesoid in his Theogony states this:

"And there the children of dark Night have their dwellings, Sleep and Death, awful gods. The glowing Sun never looks upon them with his beams, neither as he goes up into heaven, nor as he comes down from heaven. And the former of them roam peacefully over the earth and the sea's broad back and is kindly to men; but the other has a heart of iron, and his spirit within him is pitiless as bronze: whomsoever of men he has once seized he holds fast: and he is hateful even to the deathless gods."

Yes, multiple times in Greek Epics, it is stated on how dour and miserable the Underworld and its patron are. Achilles famously states that "I would rather work the soil as a peasant than be a lord over the Underworld and all its lifeless denzins." The unknown was a huge fear for the Ancient Greeks, it seems. It is interesting to see how little myth about the Chthonic deities there is. Possibly, the writers and orators are afraid to step too deep into Styx's waters... afraid to delve into knowledge of our inner workings and existence.

Compared to the well-known and (infamous at times) beloved Olympian or ouranic(sky) Gods who resided in halls of gold with not a care in the world other than which mortals to mess with. Due to this, the myths about them are countless. The Olympians were of the Sky or upper realms. They were known because of their gregarious natures, unlike the somber and introverted Chthonic Gods who preferred to focus on their duties and not meddling with mortals unless it was necessary and when they did it was terrifying and quite mysterious to mortals. Zeus, the King of the Olympians, was afraid of Lady Nyx when she came to protect Hypnos from the Storm Gods wrath. It is fascinating how Chthonic deities are portrayed : Mysterious, Powerful, and Dreaded by gods and mortals alike due to their unknown , more primordial nature. They are the keepers of many secrets.

|Examples of Chthonic Deities|

(🥀=I work with/worship them)

King Hades(God and King of Underworld)(🥀)

Queen Persephone (Goddess of Spring and Queen of Underworld)

Thanatos(God of Death)(🥀)

Hypnos(God of Sleep)

The Oneiroi(1000 spirits of dreams)

Morpheus(God of Dreams and leader of Oneiroi)(🥀)

Lady Hekate(Goddess of Witchcraft and Necromancy)

Lord Erebus(Primordial Darkness)

Lady Nyx(Goddess of the Night)(🥀)

Charon(Ferryman of the Underworld)

There are many more, but this is a starter list of them

|My Experiences and Thoughts|

As you can see, my alignments when it comes to deities are on the Chthonic and darker side of the coin. They are wonderful but hold many mysteries. secretiveness is quite common (Lord Thanatos, I'm looking at you!), but it is because they hold the hidden and primordial dark knowledge of subconscious fears, changes, and visions. They, due to their introspective nature, are very good for Shadow Work and working on intuition for divination. When it comes to Magick, the subconcious realm of Dreamwork and Astral projection come to mind for me. My Patron deity Morpheus has been very helpful in learning that. Baneful, protection, death, and nocturnal magick are also under The Chthoni's domains in my experience.

Some "happier" positive deities (like Apollo for example) tend to have their Chthonic side overshadowed by popular interpretation, but he, along with being the God of the Sun's light and artistry he is also the bringer of pestilence and death. (Myth of Niobe comes to mind). Dionysus is another one who seems to be just one of revelry and drinking, but he, in his more Chthonic state, is the god of madness and intoxication bringing man to their own doom by foolish decisions brought upon by hazy visions and consciousness that comes with such a state.

|Outro|

The Chthonic are earthen...the blackened ripe soil , bones crumbling within graveyard dust. Affecting us subconsciously and participating in the circle of life. They are very lovely deities to work with. But be warned they will not give up their secrets quickly and are quite private.

[lemon-vase12]

"Wait hol up!"

Consider me in utter shock. The wonderful woman I personally called my queen is literally the queen of Olympus herself: Hera! Not complaining but it don't help that the asshat at my door was Zeus. Ugh. Now he's demanding me to hand Hera back over to him. Oh hell no!

"Looky here asshole," I told him, "first off y'all are divorced. And I can't speak for my queen but if she wanted your cheating ass back she would have went back to you arrogant ass."

"Nor do I want you back!" Hera stepped up by my side arm over my shoulders. "Do you know the damage you have done to our marriage!?"

"You are one to talk woman," Zeus stopped. "You started a rebellion against me and went after many women to harm them."

" You mean all your mistresses. Half of them that didn't even consent!"

While those two were arguing I got ahold of one of my buddies asking her for a favor. A few minutes later the ground shook and opened up reveiling an man and a woman. The man collected Zeus dragging him to the underground. Right before following the woman looked at Hera and me .

"Thanks Seph. I owe you one."

"It's no problem. Hera deserves happiness. Good to see you Hera."

"And thank you Persephone. I owe you a debt of graditude."

I knew Persephone or Seph as I call her and her husband Hades for a good while. I should have realized that I was dating Hera but I digress. After Seph left, I turned to Hera and said "Well at least you don't have to explain the details of your divorce to me. But I gotta ask what made you finally leave his ass?"

"Humanity's divorce. When the number started to rise, I started to think about it and his last affair was the final straw. Ironic isn't it?"

"that your the Greek goddess of marriage? Dear that don't bother me none."

"I must admit I never courted another woman before. Would it be as bad as it was with my marriage?"

I turned on the music player and turned to Hera and said " I cannot speak for other ladies but I can say this."

I took her hand and danced with her while singing how I can treat her better. "Better than he can!"

“I’m sorry I’m dating, who?!” You say in shock. You just found out your girlfriend was the greek goddess Hera, how? By her ex husband Zeus arriving at your door and threatening you to give her back. This is going to be a long day…

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❛  just being with you is enough ... you are enough.  ❜ - from hades to persephone?

is it though? is she enough? will she ever be enough?

it's something that's plagued her before, deep-seeded doubt written into her mind. hades is one third of the cosmos and who is she to love them? a lowly springtime goddess who'd be more at home in the dirt than in the gilded cages of olympus, surrounded by frivolity and over-indulgence with little regard to the mortals who uphold them. persephone had once strived to be one of them, desperate to impress her daddy - she was first born after all, supposed to be apple of his eye (though she suspects demeter had kept the distance from zeus on purpose and persephone realises now she is all the better for it).

even still, how can she compare to someone like hades? how can she ever hope to hold his attention - and now with the seasonal contract . . . six months outta every twelve. it wasn't enough. she wasn't enough, couldn't be enough - hades deserved a wife who could be there the full year round, a queen who could rule over the underworld properly and not just half the damn year. what picture would it paint if her duties were split so harshly, between life and death?

she raises her head, trying to call upon that iron spine of hers, trying to shove back her self doubts, her reservations. she has to be enough. just has to figure out how to make up for her absence is all. because she is just selfish enough not to give up on this marriage. she loves hades, irrevocably.

"you need someone who can promise you everything, hades. ain't a soul in the universe who'd go into a marriage and expect to only see each other half the damn year." persephone murmurs, frowning. "but i want to try, you and i. we could be happy. i just - i want to be enough. and i'll do my damned best to be enough. but i ain't there yet."

[latristereina]

Catherine was one of the great queens consort of England. The outlines of her life are well documented in both scholarly and popular biographies. She was born in 1485, daughter of the powerful Spanish sovereigns Isabel of Castile and Fernando II of Aragon (b. 1452, r. Castile 1475–1504, r. Aragon 1479–1516). Her names reveal her blended cultural identity. She was christened Catalina, the Castilian version of the name of her grandmother, Catherine, the daughter of Constanza of Castile and John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster. In early childhood, she was betrothed to Arthur, the Prince of Wales, and afterwards in Castile she was called la princessa de Gales, and in England, the Princess of Wales. They were married in November 1501, but five months later she was a widow. Seven years later, she married his brother Henry, later King Henry VIII (b. 1491, r. 1509–47), and became Queen Catherine of Aragon. Catherine was fluent in Spanish, Latin, French, and English and was patron of humanist luminaries such as Erasmus, Juan Luis Vives, and Thomas More. She was one of Henry’s closest advisers on international diplomacy, she supervised a complex household at half a dozen royal courts, and she managed the operations of her reginal properties. She served as regent of England during a war with Scotland and was the mother of the queen regnant of England, Mary I (b. 1516, r. 1553–58). Her power diminished as it became apparent that she would not bear a son for Henry, but she remained faithful to him as his attentions turned to other women and when he ultimately sought a divorce to marry Anne Boleyn. In January 1536, at age fifty, she died nearly alone in a castle in Cambridgeshire and was buried in a simple tomb in Peterborough Cathedral.

To her English subjects she was Kateryne of Spayne, a foreign-born bride who brought to England her Castilian accent and entourage and seemingly exotic customs. For her symbol as queen, she adopted the pomegranate. This fruit, not native to England, is the “apple of Granada” and the symbol of the Muslim Nasrid kingdom of Granada, which had been recently conquered by her parents. For the members of her household, the pomegranate was a symbol of belonging, an affiliation with the queen, and a mark of social status. For Catherine, it was a memento of a childhood spent in a warmer climate eating figs and oranges and growing up in a society inhabited by Christians, Jews, and Muslims while witnessing the inquisition and expulsion of Jews. But a pomegranate was a doubly ironic choice, symbolizing fertility yet a poignant reminder of Persephone’s annual season in the underworld.

Catalina’s travels began shortly after her birth on 15 December 1485 at Alcalá de Henares. Since she was the fifth child and a girl, the political importance of her birth was not as momentous as that of her brother, Juan. Still, it was the Christmas season, and the family stayed at court and celebrated her birth with banquets and gift-giving. She was swaddled in Breton linen and dressed in green-and-white velvet dresses with gold lace for her baptism, and her maid, Elena de Carmona, was paid 11,100 maravedíes for her service (for comparison, the bishop of Palencia, who baptized Catalina, received 3,650 maravedíes). Fernando left soon after to wage war against the Nasrid leader of Granada while the family spent the winter of 1486 in the north. Isabel took the children to her birthplace, Madrigal, where the royal residences blended Romanesque, Gothic, and Mudéjar styles. They then moved on to Arévalo, a small town of tremendous symbolic importance. Steeped in the legends of ancient Iberians, the Visigoths, and the Christian victory at Las Navas de Tolosa during the Reconquest, it was also where her mother, Isabel of Portugal, was born. This gave the queen a moment to spend time with her mother, show off her new baby daughter, and use the occasion to show her children how to serve their parents personally. It was a brief sojourn, however. In the spring, Isabel went to the royal monastery of Guadalupe with all the children, but because they arrived during Lent, there were no royal entry festivities. After Easter, they turned southward to be closer to Fernando. On 11 June, they were in Córdoba to celebrate Fernando’s victory over Boabdil with a solemn procession in which Queen Isabel and infanta Isabel processed on foot from the Great Mosque-Cathedral to the parish church of Santiago. The chroniclers do not say exactly where Catalina would have been in all this, but at six months of age it is doubtful that she would have been active in the ceremonies. The queen then moved on to Illora, Granada, and Moclín, but again the chronicles are silent on the whereabouts of the young children until late June, when Isabel and the children stopped at Córdoba. She dropped off Juan, María, and Catalina at Jaén while she and Fernando went north to Santiago de Compostela. In late fall, the family was reunited in Salamanca and Ávila and spent the winter at Alcalá de Henares.

Tucked away in regional museums in Spain and England are fragments of Catherine’s life, the scattered bits of clothing and shoes that she wore or books she read, the tapestries and little stools that furnished her rooms, and the amulets and votives of saints that were part of her devotional life. These things were saved for centuries because they mattered to her and to those she held dear—the gifts she gave loved ones at New Year’s celebrations, the hooped skirts and gabled headpieces she wore, the jewelry that adorned her neck and fingers, and her shoes. Enameled miniatures worn close to the body were emotional links between Catherine and the people closest to her. Objects owned by Catherine or connected to her in some way can be found in the collections of the Victoria and Albert Museum, the National Portrait Gallery, the Museum of London, and regional archives in the English hinterlands. But the work demands patience and persistence. Modern curatorial practices at, for example, the Victoria and Albert Museum group objects related to Catherine by function (World Ceramics), geography (British Galleries), or material (Textiles). This makes sense from a formal typological or iconographic standpoint, but in practice it erases Catherine from the history of British art. Yet her late medieval Spanish sensibility and taste had a profound influence on the Tudor style, from her chapines and her verdugados to a taste for exotic tooled-leather book covers and the demand for Spanish silks, Spanish embroidery, and jewelry. Catherine links them, even though the catalog does not specifically refer to them as relating to her. A connection to Catherine is made explicit only for a lavish wooden writing box and an intricately carved boxwood rosary, and only then because the arms of her second husband, Henry VIII, also decorate both the box and the rosary.

- Theresa Earenfight, Catherine of Aragon. Infanta of Spain, Queen of England

[applepixls]

yet another connection/parallel i saw with hadestown and 3rd life/life series

we raise our cups.

in the show its after the curtain call, after all the actors have bowed and such and sort of acts like an epilogue?

several characters sing together and tell the story of what happened to orpheus after the events of the main story, in which the people of the underworld (dead!), eurydice (signed away her soul + orpheus looked back so technically dead and then definitely dead!) and persephone (queen of the underworld!) drink a toast to orpheus "wherever he is wandering/alone upon the earth/let all our singing follow him/and bring him comfort"

a few months ago i saw a cool animatic by fantasticalrain on youtube (i'll link it at the bottom of this schpiel!) where 3l grian played the role of orpheus and the ghosts of everyone, the voices that told them to fight to death in a cactus ring, were the ones singing. in my interpretation (keep in mind the last time i watched it was at least 3 months ago so this interpretation might be a little bit off lol) the ghosts seemed to be.. im not sure how to put it.. a bit. mocking? almost? except in a cold, cruel way. like you're doomed to walk this earth knowing everyone else who once filled this world with their presence is dead and we are them but we don't care or something? (again might be totally off lol)

i propose (now just imagine cause i don't have the animating skills lol) we raise our cups and its scar as orpheus roaming the world of secret life alone as he's caught in his infinite loop of getting hearts for the win secret life task and then getting it again and again and again. he lives in this world alone. of the people singing the song the chief voices are those of the past winners (grian, scott, pearl, martyn) but specifically the voices of grian and pearl. Grian would be paralleling persephone who in hadestown sympathizes with orpheus because his music makes her remember being young and in love and she convinces hades to let them go. this works for grian cause persephone is a goddess and has more power than them mortals, he's the creator of the game. but persephone is still subject to the misery of the underworld like grian is still subject to his own games. also the narratively having been through it, trying/wishing they could change it but nothing really coming from it. then pearl would parallel eurydice because she was who scar had to kill (ironic that he turned his back on her when she died lol) and then after she died he was literally alone in the world. martyn and scotts voices i'd imagine would be more prominent but they'd sing with the rest of the company. said company would be the rest of the lifers. the company is made of the dead, they're miners/wall builders. they've forgotten who they are and don't care about others they kinda just live to work until orpheus's song wakes up their feelings and galvanizes them to try and fight for freedom which ultimately doesn't work because orpheus looks back

Heres the animatic i was talking about!!

hey guys. have you heard of hadestown.

(its a musical that meshes the myths of orpheus & eurydice and hades & persephone)

orpheus is a naive (sorta sheltered?) bard who acts on his whims while eurydice is a realistic and tough girl who's doing all she can to survive

hades is king of the underworld and keeps persephone there a lot of the year meaning there's a lot of winter up above

now hear me out.

3rd life.

scar as orpheus, grian as eurydice.

wedding song as scar proposing they take over the desert, the second verse being grian suggesting they take the dark oak. now, imagine all I've ever known as a dark night dancing in the desert not to mention, "its a sad tale, its a tragedy" (bonus: in a gathering storm eurydice calls for orpheus and he isn't there because he's off writing his song, narratively similar to grian calling for scar in double life when everyone was digging around for their sugar cane while scar was off accidentally lighting the place on fire and petting the jellie pandas)

extra bonus ideas:

persephone sounds like bdubs? like, listen to livin' it up on top. the gritty voice/singing and all her attitude (/pos) and some of the lyrics "who makes the summer sun shine bright?/thats right! persephone!" (he was the esmp2 sun god!) she sort of reminds me of the vibe bdubs gave off when he was ren the king's guy in s9 (my impression was he was kinda frantically running around at ren's whim, its not at all the same with hades and persephone but there's the sort of obeying a king thing)

leading me to my next thought of ren as hades. someone i was listening with said "winter has come" which made me think of "red winter is coming" dfhj

but another thought is just the last life ethubs divorce? seems very relevant with bdubs persephone parallels

also in hey little song bird hades refers to eurydice as a canary and we all know whos a canary

hermes (conductor of the train on the road to hell) and the fates play a narrator type role except hermes is more explicit while the fates are the humming in the back of your head they weave the path of how everything goes and you cant defy them

martyn throughout all the series is a sort of nomadic no solid home kinda guy and always self aware (he makes the lore-) which connects him to hermes for me but at the same time the fates are very much watcher/listener things so like bigb and martyn? (i don't know the lore sorry lol) i'd also say that somehow impulse's littlefinger flip floppy triple double agent character in third life gives a vibe like he knows whats going on in all the groups also connecting him to them for me

(i will say scar could fit hermes as well in being a sort of travelling sales person in last life and a bit in double life? also I've read dirges in the dark which means i see him and the devil and making deals with complicated clauses as very interconnected)

my final note (and being a devils advocate)

scar could also parallel hades.

if you watch his perspective he's very happygolucky and doesn't seem to get the real weight of the situation and such but from other perspectives his and grians deal seems kinda like he's had grian sign away his soul or he's kidnapped grian and there's some stockholm syndrome happening (its actually grians guilt but i digress)

hades convinces eurydice (scar is a silver tongued man) to sign away her soul to him and also the story of hades and persephone is that he kidnaps her and she eats some pomegranite and has to stay in the underworld for part of the year

sooo yeah. paralells between hadestown and 3rd life/life series. enjoy.

[minthe-lover]

The ironic thing I find about the recent chapter is how childish they make Persephone out to be. Not only does she go 'you can say whatever you want about my boyfriend with me in the room', which first of all is none of her business since Demeter and Hades have had beef for thousands of years, since before she was born, but also tries to yell over Demeter when she doesn't say what she wants to hear? There were no arguments to be made against it, just yelling louder and louder to direct her attention off of Hades, because really, what does he have to argue against Demeter's points? An equal to herself who has been known to emotionally cheat and/or be apart of someone else's cheating, dumping all of his problems on an unstable 19 year old who can't control her own powers, like yeah, what are going going to say? Not only that, but the physical childish jabs to Persephone makes me not even take her seriously. Her 'uwu small cute frustrated face' while she at the height of a child compared to those who are supposed to now be her equals, how she's wearing Hades' oversized and baggy coat to make her look even more small, it's all just so stupid. It would have been nice if Persephone had changed to what style SHE wanted, different from hades, maybe a more sleek and modern dress rather than the white and traditional she always wears on the mortal realm. Fit her crown, wrap red vines around it to show it's been taken by the goddess of spring, it would have been more dramatic than 'i took down Kornos by spitting bees at him and throwing third grade insults around! So now I'm queen! And no mom, it's not a phase! Even though I've been known to switch my mind on things like jobs and education, I want to be with this man your age and be his Queen! See? I'm even wearing his jacket, I'm his now!' I know the whole 'its just a phase' thing with Demeter what supposed to make her look overly controlling, but honestly, Persephone has given her ENTIRE life to Hades. We only see snippets of her 'friend' circle, if you can even call them that. She doesn't go back to school, has no plans of coming back to the mortal realm to continue her duties as the goddess of spring, and with how quickly everything has happened? I'd think it's a phase too

^^^^^

Very well put... Also the problem I have with Demeter asking you speak privately with hades.. is that she was trying to talk to hades. It really fucking bothers me that hades literally said nothing during that whole argument.. no apologies for his past behavior.... No trying to deny Demeter calms... I mean for fuck sake he does stand up and try to defend Persephone?

Persephone basically demands to stay .. which fine okay.. but then interrupts Demeter trying to talk to hades like... Again Demeter wanting to talk to hades.

Also it annoys me that their response to Demeter basically saying she's worried her daughter is gonna get trapped in an abusive relationship with someone who will treat her like an object. (Which is a completely understandable worry since it's happened before)

Is basically Persephone just say "ugh mom we love each other!"

Which.. just doesn't actually get to the point of the problem???.. you can love your abuser.. your abuser can love you.. that doesn't mean it's not a shitty relationship.

They treat Demeter's point as a silly overreacting and smoothering mother... But instead of trying to communicate with Demeter they just .. ignore her. Like yeah persephones you are definitely close to being equals with hades... Equal at being rude and dismissive to you mother.

[tennessoui]

Ooooh perspective flip for the Hades/Persephone au to see what Anakin was thinking during their first meeting or when he brought Obi-Wan to the underworld would be great please !! 💗

of course!

(hades & persephone au)

(701 words)

He doesn’t mean to be here, but he is. He doesn’t plan on it. He doesn’t think to let anyone else know he will be visiting the land of mortals until suddenly he’s there, feet touching soft grass for the first time in almost a year.

Vader’s hand traces along a tree within his grasp, just to feel its bark against his skin.

There’s a reason he’s here today. He doesn’t yet know it, but something--the desire for something had pulled him forcibly out of his realm and into a strange new world.

There’s a clearing in front of him. No.

No. There’s a god in front of him, so beautiful that he feels as if he--a god from the old times, a god so old that life itself quivers before his inevitability--should sink to his knees in front of him.

It’s a god that looks like a young man, one wearing dimples and a simple pale green tunic and a head of red hair. Enchanting, though he also looks like that’s the last thing on his mind.

Vader is moving forward--closer--much too close--before he can even decide to.

“Oh!” The god says, surprised and accusatory all at once, as if Vader would not have been able to feel another god as soon as they stepped onto the same plane.

Still he finds himself crowding forward in order to stop this strange, beautiful god’s fall from the shock of his presence.

“Let go of me,” the other god requests after a scant handful of seconds.

Never, Vader finds himself thinking. Never.

“Why did you do that?” He hears himself asking, tilting his head to the side as he stares at the flower in the god’s hand. He’d heard him. He’d heard him call it beautiful right before he killed it.

Such violence. How perfect.

It is red and yellow, like rubies and topaz. How gorgeous this god would look draped in the jewels of Vader’s domain. His fingers itch with the urge to steal him away. After all, if Vader found him so easily in this clearing, other, lesser gods could too. And perhaps they will take bim first. The thought verges on intolerable.

The creature opens his mouth and Vader finds himself entranced by the motion. He is not nearly close enough. This god, strewn as he is with the bounty of the earth, will be his wife. There is no other option, for he is too beautiful and violent and cutting to belong to anyone else. At least Vader will work his hardest to be worthy of the god’s attention. He cannot trust the others to do the same.

He cannot spirit this god away without his consent. Just one look into the god’s blue eyes is enough for Vader to know that the man will never—never love him if he were to violate him in such a way.

The thought of being denied this god’s love is more than he can bear. But what does Vader know of love? “You called it beautiful and then you killed it.”

“I am taking it home with me because it is beautiful.” the god says slowly, a hint of iron in his tone. Vader wants to feel the taste of his words on his tongue, lick out all of his defiance just to know how sweet it tastes. To break such a lovely creature would be the worst sort of crime.

But—perhaps—perhaps this god—

“So if I were to find something beautiful, I should take it home with me?” Permission. If he has the god’s permission, then he can justify any number of crimes.

The god has slipped away from him, back to his basket. Intolerable, the distance between them. How can Vader exist if this god is not next to him every second of eternity? He closes the distance between them.

“Only if it loves you in return,” the godling replies, “If it will better loved by you than left on its own.”

For all the riches of all the gods, Vader would not tear his eyes away from his future queen. Permission sounds so sweet falling from his god’s lips. So sweet and so damning at the same time.

[cardierreh15]

Thanks for the tag @geralts-yenn this should be fun!

📷 What’s set up on your phone’s Lock Screen?

Me & My Husband 😌

🍫Cheese or Chocolate?

Shiiit… I’ll do cheese.

✨Do you have any nicknames?

I do. Everyone calls me Cardi. Hubby calls me Persephone.

🎵last song you’ve listened to?

My House by Queen Bey 🐝

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

Indeed! I started 2 years ago. Currently on hiatus but been busting my ass with Roleplay tho 😌

😏 Are you on discord?

Yes I am! More than I should be lol

💛 do you have any piercings?

Yes! I have 3 ear piercings on my left ear. One on my right. And one nose piercing (use to have both sides) I plan to get more in the near future. 🪡

🐰 what do you think says most about a person?

This is gonna be a stupid take lmao but how they would contribute to society if we were granted with unique abilities (superpowers shit like that)

🍪 if you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

Hmmm… I’d probably be Macadamia nut 😌

🐶 are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

Definitely a cat person 🐈

🎧 headphones or earbuds?

I like both. I like the comfortable feeling of the cushion because my ears tend to get cold. But having earbuds can be very efficient and quick. Both have their unique qualities to them.

🌼 what was the last thing you said out loud?

“BAAAABE?!”

🙃 what’s a weird fact that you know?

The average load that a male can release during ejaculation can equal up to 16TB of data 😌 (think about how much space you have when you by a PS5 or XBOX with just 1TB?? That’s a fucking lot of space for free data lol)

🦉 are you a morning person or night owl?

As ironic as it is, I was born in the morning but I prefer the night. I hate being up during the day. I wish there was a time shift in society where you can actually do daytime shit at night lmao

🧸 favorite place to nap?

On my sofaaa while laying in my husband’s arms because ✨ safety ✨

🏳️‍🌈 are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

Yes. I identify as Bisexual (my pronouns are She/Them)

🦋 describe yourself with 3 words

Prideful, Cunning, & Fun

👖 Jeans or Sweatpants?

Put me in a pair of American Eagles jeans you won’t be disappointed 😌

🥤 what’s your go-to Starbucks order?

Chyyyy we don’t talk about Bruno 💀

🧡 a color you can’t stand?

Neon colors. Like why are you here? To hurt my eyes?!

💎 what’s your most prized possession?

Definitely my family. My beautiful daughters, my husband, everything we’ve worked hard for really.

☕️ Coffee or Tea?

I really like both.

🦖 favorite extinct animal?

I have a few. Woolly mammoth because they resemble elephants. Sabor tooth Tigers because Ice Age (IFYKYK💕) Triceratops & Allosaurus 😈

🌙 how long have you been on tumblr?

I’ve been on and off for a while until 3 years ago. It’s been up ever since lol

🌴 desert island item

Water.

🐸 describe your aesthetic

Damn… uhm. Browns & Pinks & Blues & Black … Villian Girl Era kind of shit I guess lmao.

🔮 what’s your dream job?

Actress! Been wanting to do it since I was a little girl. 🤎

💙 relationship status?

Married 💍 to Hades 🖤 5 years going on 6 in January.

🌿 describe your favorite outfit

I love me some tights or biker shorts with a simple fitted t-shirt. Or dress pants with wide or straight leg, and a bodysuit beneath. I’m pretty versatile 💀 (I use to work in fashion, I’m all over the place)

🤎 what color is your hair?

Well I’m growing it out so it’s my natural dark brunette, then it has chocolate brown and then gold like ends

💌 do you talk to yourself?

Unfortunately I go as far as answering myself too. Haha.

💄 do you wear make up?

On special occasions. Use to wear it every day until I went to work without it— I never looked back lmao.

🌸 best compliment ever received?

“It’s so nice to finally meet someone that’s as pretty as their name.” 🥰 like mfs really gotta stop flirting with me, I ruin lives 🤣

💞 favorite blog

I do not have a favorite. I love my mutuals all the same 🥹

This was suuuuper fun @geralts-yenn — I definitely had a blast doing this and even got a good laugh out of some of it. Thank you again for the tag!

No pressh tags: @headcannonxgalore @misshinson @vampyrsm @xblackreader @xsapphirescrollsx @holylulusworld @iridessence @minishimi @uzumaki-rebellion @milknhonies @ylva-syverson @juliaorpll78 @deandoesthingstome

Enjoy Guys 🖤

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

I got tagged by the lovely @littlefreya - thank you dear! Loved your answers ❤

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen? A winter landscape in pastel colors

🍫 Cheese or chocolate? I can't eat either of them, but if I could, I think I'd choose cheese over chocolate

✨ Do you have any nicknames? No, in high school some friends tried to make "Nini" a thing but I was not a fan

🎵 Last song you listened to? Teardrop - Massive Attack

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction? Started writing 18 months ago - changed my life

😏 Are you on discord? 24/7

 💛 Do you have any piercings? Had ear piercings, would love to have more, but I'm allergic

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person? I always watch out how people treat animals. Also, if someone is rude to retail workers or staff, it's a red flag.

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be? lol, idk, an oreo? dark and hard on the outside with a soft core

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person? Both! I always had cats and thought I'd always be a cat person. But then we got the most precious little baby puppy and I absolutely adore her. She's not a puppy anymore but never stopped being the cutest little baby 😍

🎧 Headphones or earbuds? Both 😁 Headphones for sports and when the family is too loud, earbuds for at work when I still need to pay attention to others

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud? "Damn, dog, it's just a vacuum cleaner, it won't eat you!"

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know? lol, that chickens DO have a navel. Had a heated argument with my Dad about that. Sweet memory ❤

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl? Is 3am morning or night?

🧸 Favorite place to nap? The hammock in my garden

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community? I identify as pansexual heteroromantic

🦋 Describe yourself in three words. enthusiastic, awkward, introvert

👖 Jeans or sweatpants? Jeans

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order? Believe it or not, I've never been to a Starbucks. But I drink my coffee black

🧡 A color you can’t stand? Every color has its own beauty

💎 What’s your most prized possession? My house?

☕ Coffee or tea? Both - lol, I'm really good at making decisions 😁

🦖 Favorite extinct animal? Ichthyosaurs - First fossil I've ever seen and combines my love for the ocean and dinosaurs

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr? A year and a month - yes, I'm a tumblr baby

🌴 Desert island item? A lighter

🐸 Describe your aesthetic. Ugh, these are really difficult! Industrial pastel?

🔮 What’s your dream job? Photographer!

💙 Relationship status? So very much in love - for almost 20 years now 😍

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit. Wide black shorts, sage green top, gray cardigan, barefoot (I need summer!)

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to? lol, is there a song I DON'T know the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair? blonde

💌 Do you talk to yourself? I do right now 😁

💄 Do you wear makeup? If I feel like it, I love wearing makeup, but I'm also comfortable going out without makeup

🌸 Best compliment you ever received? "I wish there were more people like you"

💞 @ your favorite blog. @raccoon-eyed-rebel

No pressure tags: @ellethespaceunicorn @peyton-warren @gummydummy19 @mayloma @cardierreh15 @liveoncoffeeandflowersss @martha-oi @lostforparadise

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Hymn to Myself

Anniversary Request Special

Synopsis: The Goddess of Spring tells a mortal the story of her abduction by the King of the Underworld. Follows the Homeric Hymn to Demeter.

Warning: kidnapping

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: fem Persephone!reader x Hades!Hyunjin

Dear mortal, listen closely, for I have deemed you worthy to hear my tale. You have danced in my name, burned offerings to me. You shall be rewarded for your worship. Lend me your ear now, and perhaps I will lend a hand in the future.

You know me by many names — The Maiden, The Younger, the Goddess of Spring — but today I will be the Queen of the Dead. There is no need to be so frightened. Your time has not come yet, nor will I be the one to ferry you to the Underworld, as you well know. Trembling and bowing your head for mercy will serve you no purpose but do as you like.

You have heard the tale, I am sure. The Dark-Haired One seizes a maiden and makes her his bride, as her mother, holy Night-Mare of the golden double-axe, ceases the earth’s harvest in her despair. The story you may have heard prior is my mother’s version, without the details of me in the Underworld.

Like most stories, it begins with the Cloud Collector, my father. Seeing that the King of the Underworld had no queen and that no goddess or nymph desired him, he offered him a bride, the flowerfaced daughter of the Corn-Mother. The King of the Dead accepted.

As you may have guessed, I did not know about this arrangement. The nymphs I surrounded myself with then, daughters of the Titan God of Rivers, did not either, yet they braided my hair and wove flowers in. Roses, crocuses, and hyacinths entangled with violets and irises to make a crown of spring. I still remember the way they fussed over me, singing songs and pulling at my scalp. I hated it. I only wanted to pick my blossoms. Once they had finished, I walked through the meadow, leaving them behind, gathering as many of the flowers I could into my arms.

Then I spotted a narcissus, its center as radiant as the sun and its petals the color of fresh milk. Its honey-sweet fragrance filled the sky and enchanted me. I approached it with both hands, ready to hold the bud to my nose, when the earth beneath me broke open.

A golden chariot drawn by sable-black horses leapt out, and I was snatched by the gloomy Lord. I cried out for my father, he of the thunderbolt, but he was the one who promised me, and I did not know that then. The King of the Dead had me in his grasp. He refused to let go. But still I cried a piercing scream, begging the pantheon of gods seated at Olympus to help, pleading Lord Helios in his own golden chariot to come down and save me. No one heard a thing when the chariot descended back into the earth.

And when we finally entered the Underworld, my voice had gone hoarse, my body limp. The flowers I clutched to my chest were the only remnants of the sunlit earth I had, but their petals had scattered into the wind and their stems wilted in the dark. The Dark-Haired One kept his arm on me, making sure I would not be able to flee. The shades wandered in the fields below us, their moans a constant hum.

Soon we stopped in front of his palace, a cold and imposing labyrinth with a locked gate reaching to the sky. A three-headed dog stood guard, saliva dripping from its maw. The King stepped off first and offered his hand to me, but I remained frozen on the chariot. It was still warm from the sun, and I wanted to soak in every last piece I could. The hound growled and lowered its center head to sniff me when I latched onto the side, even as the Lord of the house tried to drag me off.

“Leave me be,” I cried, pushing at his chest. “My father will punish you for this. He is the king of the heavens, and you will be struck with his bolt.”

“At the behest of the Thunderer, you are now my wife. Come, my queen, into your new home.”

I had no tears left, and I mutely followed him, keeping my eyes on the back of his wine-dark cloak. He led me through the gates, the corridors of his palace, all the way to the throne room. Two chairs stood next to each other, both as black as the horses and the sky. His was obsidian, etched with bone-white carvings and lined with onyx gems. The other, the ebony one intertwined with asphodel and pomegranates, belonged to me now.

“Are you pleased?” he asked.

I said nothing, for the fight in me had died along with the flowers I left between the paws of the hound.

“Are you frightened?”

Again, no sound left me. He made me sit on my throne, and I did with my head hung low. He cradled my face, and I shut my eyes. If he desired a kiss, then he could take it. I was a wife now, to the king of the Underworld too, and I would let my husband put his mouth on mine.

“Tired,” he declared after some time. “I will bring you ambrosia and nectar, so that you may recover.”

He brought the divine foods to me, but I did not eat. He tried to make conversation, but I did not speak. The scent of the asphodels and pomegranates were suffocating, and the musk of death coated the air untainted by natural fragrance. The thick slabs of wood underneath me were unyielding, and so was I. The Dark-Haired One was dismayed.

“What is it that you require?”

“I require that I be returned to my mother and to the earth.”

He smiled. “I have all of the riches of the earth. See what I have made for you.”

Humans called him the Wealthy One on occasion, and I understood that it was not merely a euphemism when he presented my crown to me: a golden-leaved garland with apple-red rubies the size of hen’s eggs and emeralds as vivid as moss, not a hint of death clouding its elegance. It was magnificent and befitting for a queen of spring. He undid the nymphs’ braids that still remained in my hair and placed the crown on my head.

“Are you happy now?” he asked.

“I will never be happy until I see the sun again.”

He frowned and left me alone on my throne, hoping I would change my mind. The ambrosia and nectar laid on the moonlight-silver tray. They glistened and glowed, their dangerously sweet scent enveloping the room, doing their best to entice me. Instead, I sat as rigid as a tree for days, languishing in my misery. Color faded from my features, and I looked like the very image of the Queen of the Dead, with my soulless eyes and ashen skin.

Day and night, I remained there. The Lord of the House was patient, as his realm was eternal and as I was immortal. He brought gifts to try to sway me: diamond birds perching on bronze branches, amethyst crocus bouquets with delicate sprigs of roses the colors of ripe peaches. I left them on the ground. They reminded me too much of what I no longer had. The treasures around me grew, but he persisted with his prizes and his attempts at conversation.

“There are many souls arriving today,” he would say. “How lovely,” I would reply.

“What do you think of the sky here?” he would ask, and I would tell him, “It is like you.”

“Would you like to see Cereberus again? I think he liked you,” to which I would answer, “I am content here.”

It was his offer to visit the Asphodel Meadows that drew me out of my fog.

We took his chariot, golden and gleaming as before. This time, he held out a hand for me, and I accepted. The three-headed dog at the entrance of the palace whined when I did not pat his heads like his master. The flowers I left as a peace offering earlier were gone, not even a broken stem lingering. I could only imagine that they were played with and eaten.

“He does like you,” the King whispered. He placed one arm around my shoulders as he held the reins with the other. I shrunk as much as I could, burying my nose in my hair so not to smell the death radiating off of him.

“Yes, I suppose he does.”

We stopped in one of the many fields, the asphodel ghostly white and fluttering in the breeze. The shades kept their distance when I stepped off the chariot and into the flowers. My bare feet touched the Underworld dirt, my ankles brushed the stalks as I roamed the meadow like I did that fateful day, plucking the prettiest blooms from their roots. The Dark-Haired One followed closely behind, and I did my best to keep my eyes on the iron sky as I wandered through more of the fields. Lone petals circled in the wind, adorning the false flowers of my crown with themselves. I thought about the nymphs — their songs, their chatter, their life — and nearly wept. Then I thought about my poor mother, with the beautiful garlands in her hair, finding no trace of me among the meadow, and I dropped to the ground.

“There is no need to cry,” said the Dark-Haired One softly. “The shades will not hurt you.”

“I want to go home,” I replied in-between my gasps. I thought that picking flowers would somehow soothe me, but they only pained my heart. “Please, let me return home.”

He held me up, and I saw up close the famed black locks that framed his face. “Home,” he smiled.

My spirits soared, and I clamored onto his chariot, eager to see the wispy clouds and splendid sun again. But I had deceived myself. For the Queen of the Underworld, the palace was home.

The throne was too far for my limp body to retire to, so he set me down upon a funeral couch. There, I laid and stared out the window at the vast number of souls inhabiting the fields. He brought me ambrosia and nectar once more, a feeble attempt that even he knew was wasted.

He ordered entertainers to sing and dance for me, but I stared at them like one of the many skulls carved on his throne.

However, my prayers were soon answered months later. The mighty Messenger of the Gods, with his golden wand, came and relayed my father’s message: I was to be returned to my mother, for she was wrathful against the gods. The Lord smiled and did not disobey the Thunderer’s orders.

“Go to your mother,” he said to me, “for I am not an unseemly husband. But you are my queen, and all those who do not perform your rituals with reverence, all those who do not perfectly burn offerings for you, will be punished.”

I did not care about those things. Still, I rejoiced and leapt from the couch with liveliness, my crown falling to the ground in my eagerness. To feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, to see the vibrant earth, to be with my mother — those were what mattered to me.

“Before you leave, I ask that you try the Underworld’s fruit,” he said, holding out a pomegranate. “As a blessing to us from the Queen of the Dead.”

“You have been nothing but kind to me, so I will,” I told him. I ate four of the seeds, red as the rubies on my Underworld crown and sweet as honey, before I could tolerate my impatience no longer.

The King’s chariot was already drawn with his sable-black horses. The dog eyed me curiously as I got onto the chariot with the Immortal Guide rather than his master. The messenger took the reins, and we ascended to the upper world. The taste of the pomegranate still coated my tongue when the earth cracked open.

We burst forth like a new sprout. The nymphs came out from the sea and flocked around, fussing like they did before. This time, I did not mind. I let them pull at my clothing and let them weave fragrant flowers in my hair.

My mother, with a dark robe, soon arrived. She saw me, stretched her arms out, and I ran into them, breathing in her familiar scent. She stroked my hair, all while murmuring in my ear about how I was safe now, how happy she was. I was happy too. I recounted my tale to her in a frenzy, words crashing into one another like the churning tides. We stayed together, roaming the fields, soaking in the sun and earth I had missed. I danced in the streams, playing with my nymphs in celebration, for I was home.

It was later that I learned that I was bound to the Underworld, having eaten the pomegranate seeds. I left with a heavy heart and arrived to the expectant Lord, smiling with his brows.

“You tricked me,” I said. I would not weep; I could endure my time here.

“It was a request you accepted,” he said as he strode to me with my crown. He adorned me with it, and I let him brush the loose tendrils from my face. “Welcome home, my queen.”

In the beginning, it was a partial home.

I left the palace as often as I could to roam among the asphodels and the shades. The shades grew acquainted with my presence and bowed to me, moaning cries of worship in that strange tongue of theirs. I learned to feed the horses with sweet pomegranate seeds to entice them into being obedient, and the golden chariot of the King became one of my possessions. I stayed away from him, for I still felt betrayed.

Despite my frigidness, he adored me like no other. The entertainers seemed to be a constant at his court now that I present. He offered to dance with me, to which I rejected every time. He played knucklebones with me on the rare occasion I was receptive. I suspected he let me win on several occasions in an attempt to open me up like a blooming flower. And whenever I returned from a walk through the fields, he would have a lavish bouquet of false flowers waiting on my throne.

However, over time I grew to recognize my stature. After all, not many goddesses could say that they had power like mine. I began to wear my royal title like a mantle, draping it around my shoulders and letting it trail behind me in my wake. I was not always merciful, as you may well know yourself, mortal, but it is nigh impossible to say that I was not fair. The Lord took this fervor of mine as a sign that I had forgiven him. I still do not know if I have.

I sit beside him, as his equal, commanding the dead just like he does. I let him kiss my cheek and sometimes return the favor if I am feeling kind that day. I dance with him, resting my head over his heart and breathing in his musk.

But he is the one who made me his bride and thrust the Underworld upon me.

It is difficult to say that I resent him. It is much easier to say that I cannot, and will never be able to, love him in the same way he loves me.

Thus, for four months of the year, I live as the Queen of the Dead, never as his wife.

Now, dear mortal, you have heard it all. Tell it to the world.

~ ad.gray

Extra: Sorry for the unholy amount of name euphemisms and epithets. The TL;DR is that I didn’t want the associations of the Greek gods’ relationships, and by extension their names, in this story because they’re a mess by modern standards, so I opted for euphemisms and epithets instead. I decided to not use names at all because consistency, I guess? This kind of works though since “Persephone” is telling the story to a mortal and mortals avoided saying certain god’s names, Persephone and Hades among them, out of fear or respect (source). Saying a god’s name gets their attention, and getting the god’s of death attention was considered unlucky (source). This story’s version of Persephone is pretty understanding, I guess. Also, I tried to mimic the style of the Homeric Hymn to Demeter (this was the translation I used), and the amount of descriptors is insane. Thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

Hope you enjoyed this! <3