#khione goddess of snow

[blizzards-and-breezes]

Khaire! You guys chose the topic for this prayer, and you picked: Help appreciating the cold/winter/snow!

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Xaire Khione, Icy goddess of snow

Hail the great goddess, who resides in the North

Bringer of blizzards back and forth

Your icy realm is full of beauty, I know

Blue-eyed protectress of winters,

I ask you this today.

Your domain is so great, so powerful, so mighty

and yet I find myself not giving it the awe it deserves.

Dear goddess, high on your mountain

guide me in appreciating what you hold dear

from the cold brought forth from your hand

to the snow you bring down from the Sky

Your winters are so calm and yet so strong

and I ask you, Goddess Khione,

to help me see them for what they are

Beautiful and strong, gentle and dangerous

Just like you

[allmythologies]

a-z myths: khione (greek mythology)

khione a nymph of mount haimos in thrake. she was a daughter of boreas, god of the north-wind, and oreithyia, the lady of mountain gales. khione was probably a goddess of snow.

[lostwcnderlands]

continued from here, with thanks to @rowan-revelry for such a beautiful beginning ❄️

there was a magic within the wild wood that smelled of death. even the frost that clung to every branch was not enough to stifle the scent of it; burning, endless, pungent, livid. the northern wind had spoke of promise, and khione had waited for what felt an eternity. maybe it had been, one or two. time felt different in a castle of ice, when one is all alone.

the god grew tired of watching the endless cycle of decay. autumn brought the rot before the freeze, summer brought the greed of man with their weapons && their bloodlust. she saw it all, and she hated all who passed, craving the quiet, languid, cold of the winter's chill. she could feel the dark magic that brewed, the sorcerers that grew too eager in their ambitions. for the old gods were forgotten, and she watched as she faded to the color of frost itself, unable to reach out && quite grasp the power that she once held in an iron-grip palm.

eternal winter was the solution khione had settled upon. a way to bring peace across the land, to release the evil of summer's demons, to free those who found respite within the blizzards && the north. to return her father's wind to every part of the land - to remind the mortals to whom they ought bow. and now; the god reveled in the quiet. the bitter cold, the shuttered windows, the frozen lips of those who dared ventured beyond the front gate. it made her smile, to see the world as she would have it.

but the days turned to weeks, and weeks into months; and restless, khione found she could wander further than once she dared. for spring was not coming, summer could not burn her, and autumn would stave away for another era. betwixt the holly && oak, the god floated like a specter, shades of white && dripping the scent of something ancient, khione took to the exploration of this newer, modern world. one that held more humans than she reminded; more sprites than she could count; dragon carcass fallen from a mountaintop, it's treasure trove unguarded and unreachable through the ice. she followed no road, nor route, just took in the beauty she had crafted, appreciating every frozen blossom begging to transform under the spring's eventual showers. every peaceful, picturesque scene only furthered the goddess' resolve.

the earth was better this way.

and yet - surprise colored cheeks rose, and the god turned slowly, lips parted as they took in the sight of the frozen duty-bound nymph of sorts. khione had not been spoken to for so long - a century, maybe more. certainly more. when her lips parted, for a moment, only a cough that spat icicles from lungs long past their use could be heard - until, finally, weakly, in a strange sound of cracking, brittle creaking - the goddess spoke.

" i wait for no one. now, the world waits for me. who are you, and why do you address me? "

[stellawitchcraft]

Khione, goddess of snow

[lostwcnderlands]

" no, it is far from ordinary. so please treat it well. " khione sighed, feeling a sudden absence inside to have parted with it. it joined the rest of her emptiness, singing into the void that should have been fulfilled, but insisted to stay open && glaring.

stepping aside to let him pass, small snowflakes fell from her cloak as she moved, landing && sizzling with small ribbons of steam curling up around her feet with the motion. the slight sound of crackling as she shed her cold into his ashy forge floors following as she moved slowly behind him, feet still aching from her journey, and limbs uncomfortable under the weight of her melting. once at the entrance again, close behind the god's foot steps, khione let her eyes truly take in the island's beauty. trying to reconcile with it as her new, temporary home. hopefully not for too awfully long. though, there was a brightening in her sullen expression at the mention of snow in the nighttime. " really? " she smiled, the first glimmer of joy to even make it's ghostly appearance on pale features since her arrival. " i'd like to see that. " maybe she'd pray to the winds for it to bring an extra bit of chill her way that evening. eyes swept the land, and she turned, almost timid, to face the iron god. " where shall you have me stay, then? if not in the palace? " for though a nymph, though a god... a princess she had always been. khione had not known anything but luxury before.

now, her blue hues were focused on him, inquisitive && sharp like a winter chill across the ocean. like ice that only just frozen over, but ran with passion yet underneath, with flowing water. she wanted to gaze through the harsh sunbeams, to find what lay behind the imposition of metal gears && startling clanks. " oh... forgive me. i've always been called khione. but no one has asked me to tell them before. " there it was again - a flicker of a smile. " do you prefer to be called anything of title? king of fire, god of the iron craft - or will your name simply do? "

Once again, the only sound in the forge was the crackling of fire.

Many years ago, Hephaestus would have been offended by her reaction. And, well, if one were to be perfectly honest, it stung still. Manageably, though. Her quick acceptance right after hung in the air, and he received it with unspoken surprise. Here she stood. A woman of ice and isolation, trembling hands betraying her feelings, her voice firm despite it. It made him pause, made him wonder just how deeply she longed for what she sought. She wished for a presence that would not confront. A presence that would not abandon, nor refuse her. Was she made of such thick, unyielding ice that the very notion of another’s ideas and urges seemed unbearable? Or had she grown accustomed to solitude, finding blissful safety in it? He supposed he could see the appeal, the peace such a life might bring. Yet, there was a warmth in her desperation, a yearning so fierce it burned brighter than his forge. It ignited something in him, too.

The god of forge and fire studied her quietly, his sharp eye catching the slight quiver of her chin even as she jutted it forward in defiance. For all her cold exterior—her frost-kissed skin, her wintry gaze—there was a warmth in her desperation that burned brighter than his forge. It ignited him, too.

When the spear formed in her hands, his brows rose. The weapon gleamed with an unnatural glaze, its edges sharp enough to cut the very air around it. As she handed it over, he reached out with calloused fingers, mindfully avoiding direct contact with her skin, the heat of his touch harmlessly brushed against its icy surface. The weapon did not melt, even against the searing warmth of his skin. It tickled — he was not used to the cold; such a curious, contrasting feeling... He turned it over carefully, examining the craftsmanship, the elegance of the design. There was history in this weapon. This goddess' longing gaze proved as much. It had been her mother's, then? It was perfect.

"This,” he said, his voice low and measured, “is no ordinary offering.” A finger traveled through the cold, the touch reverent despite his roughness. “Your payment is accepted,” he said after a moment. Daughter of Orithyia, then? Was it the same he once knew? If so, he wondered if she was a child born of violence. Though, even to someone so isolated and rough as he was, it seemed rude to ask.

He stepped past her, his uneven gait marked by the subtle shift of his hips as he moved. Through the open stone archway, the world beyond came into view—the shimmering golden palace to the south, a half-mile away, connected by a path of brick with this very forge site. It was not possible to see the dormant volcano, though, as it rested behind the forge, further up in the mountain. “At this time of year,” he began, his tone clipped “the island sees some snowy nights” he said, as a bandage, and— hopefully, she wouldn't see this as a punishment. "You are free to explore, stroll, run around, day or night. But do not enter my palace down south, unless in my company. Do not enter this forge without me. And refrain from interfering with the small human tribe in the west — they are under my protection".

Oh, he sounded like a grumpy old man, for most of it. And he scoffed, not bothered by it. He liked setting the board, defining the boundaries. Perhaps it was the fleeting satisfaction of being heard — she didn't even seem to be staring a second ago, did she? Perhaps because his imposed conditions had been so draining, his ugly face couldn't even compete with it. He could have barked a laugh at that, if it was any close to amusing. It was obviously not.

He turned back to her, the sun not far from setting behind his form made it hard to see anything but his broad form, shaped by years of manual work. "Were you given a name?"

[genericpuff]

Honestly RS didn't have to make Hera a fertility goddess. When we saw that tomb thingy with the mural of all the goddesses-with the blacked out wall- I was thinking the secret fertility goddess was going to be well Despoina.Persephone's sister.

But no it was Hera 😃

When Demetor was hinted at having a forgotten kid it was a little demigod toddler. 😐For a replacement kid for her. When it could have been despoina, who was like idk hidden away.

the Hymn to Demetor basically explains the seasons.Despoina is LITERALLY the goddess WINTER and FROST. The entire winter plot line in LO could have been an introduction to Despoina as a villain of sorts. A fertility goddess in cahoots with Kronos.

But we didn't get any of that. Just poorly tied up plot lines.🥲

I agree that Hera being the mystery fertility goddess makes zero sense in the greater context of LO, but I'm gonna disagree on it being better if it were Despoina, not because I disagree about your points regarding Demophoon (definitely random and made no sense), but because Despoina is *not* literally the goddess of winter and frost. I've had this point mentioned to me in the past and every time I find zero credible sources on her being a tangible goddess affiliated with any specific element of nature, much less winter/frost. At most she was Persephone's sister whose history is enshrouded in mystery, at minimum "Despoina" was an epithet (i.e. a title) that could be attributed to being another name for Demeter or Persephone.

Khione is the closest to being a "goddess of winter" but she has zero affiliation with the Mystery cults or Demeter (and at best she was "probably" the goddess of winter, her background isn't supported by as much text to firmly determine her history so her being an officially recognized goddess of snow is up for debate.)

When it comes right down to it (*granted this is my interpretation/understanding of the myths so don't take it as absolute fact) "winter" as it would have been described within the context of Ancient Greece wasn't necessarily freezing storms and snow on the ground - more so, it was the absence of the harvest which Demeter was responsible for. The ground became infertile, the crops refused to grow, people starved. You'll notice that in the translations of the original myth, it never explicitly uses the words "winter", "frost", or "snow". The "winter season" in the myths isn't necessarily "snow and frost", it's just not harvest season.

That said, literal snow and frost is definitely a factor in LO that Rachel decided to utilize, but I feel like if she had used Despoina as some kind of explanation for that by making her the goddess of frost and snow, it would have just further perpetuated misinformation and appropriation of mythical figures that are already massively misunderstood with little surviving information surrounding them. Hera being the missing fertility goddess doesn't make sense in the context of LO, either, but at least she has the benefit of actually being a credible fertility goddess, so at best it's just bad writing and setup on Rachel's part (especially when Demeter was right there lmao)

[just-helpol-things]

Khione-Goddess of Snow

[hyacinth-pond]

An e-offering for Lady Khione, goddess of snow ❄️

I do not know much about you, but I am drawn to you regardless, o mysterious one. I hope to get to know you some day soon. 🩵

[bitchywitchyvibes666]

Lord Hephaestus

The gods had been disgusted with him from the moment his divine existence was brought onto this world, Athena downright cruel in the way she spoke of what would come to be known as the God of fire. Even his own mother, Khione: the goddess of snow, had squeezed her eyes closed in prayer as she looked on at the burnt flesh that riddled the young God. 

When he had become of age his father had cast him from Olympus in disgust, no longer willing to deal with the disfigured, short tempered fire God. The God had let the heavens know of his wrath when he was forced to settle down among mortals to grant his followers wishes. He become known to be a God full of anger and resentment, if you wanted someone to burn then he was your God. He angered the Gods with his reckless and harsh punishments, making it known that he was fully willing to burn the world they created. 

Dabi was used to people barging their way into his temple, voices loud and full of anger demanding he seek out to destroy someone or something. Demanding a raging fire to seek out the person the mortals had decided their anger was most deserving of, Dabi always watched with the same sickening smirk and a fully willing nature to destroy anything in the means of angering the other Gods. 

That’s why he was more than a little surprised when you had wandered into his temple, eyes wide and doe like as you looked around in fascination. Your hands clutched a small woven basket close to you, filled with different fruits, oils and flowers as you took more shy almost shaky steps into the temple. 

Cold, glaring blue eyes followed your every move as you finally stopped before his statute, waiting for your pretty shining lips to curl up in disgust as you gazed at the marble that formed his disfigured face and body. He waited for it but it never came, your eyes stayed gleaming with admiration and warmth as you gazed up at it, head tilted to the side as your lips pulled into the softest sweetest smile he’d ever seen. 

His head tilted slight to the side, raven hair falling over his scarred cheek as he watched one of your smaller hands let go of the basket and reach out to trace one of the burns carved into the marble chest, his chest flexing at the touch like you were actually touching him. Your touch was delicate and almost...loving as you gently trailed one of your fingers over the edge of the burn on his stomach. Your eyes followed your movements with such conviction like this was your entire purpose, you touched his stature so softly like he was made of glass. 

He watched as your perfect manicured nails gently follow one of the carved stables as your face changed. His breathing became baited as he waited for you to finally be disgusted with him, only to watch the worry fill your beautiful eyes as your lips pulled into a small pout. 

Everything Dabi had fell apart as he heard the words “oh my baby, my poor baby” leave your lip gloss covered lips. It was such a simple statement, a statement that should of sent so much anger through with just how fucking pompous it was but when she said it with nothing but pure untainted care...he just couldn’t stop the feeling that wrecked through his heart. 

His breathing could probably be heard from Olympus as he leaned closer, desperate to get closer to you as you took a small step back. His heart raced like a wild animal, he was fully willing to grab you if you tired to leave at that point, he watched as you innocently held up your little basket. Your face now shining with warmth and happiness as your sweet, honeyed voice filled his ears and danced in his mind. 

“I tried really hard to bring you things that you would like my Lord but the scriptures of you are very limited so I hope I at least brought one thing you’d enjoy” 

Fuck, the way you looked up at his stature really did something to him, your eyes large and innocent and if it wasn’t just downright sinful the way you called him your lord. He teeth broke apart his lower lip as he watched you gently place everything at the alter that sat by his feet, loving the way you looked on your knees before him. Fuck may his father smite him if he wasn’t thinking about filling your mouth with something less than angelic. 

Dabi had never been so close to anything that could be considered this angelic because Gods know that none of them are. He knew the moment that your clueless self had decided to spare a modicum of kindness to someone like him that one way or another you would end up in his arms, destined to burn the world with him. 

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19 days, 6 hours and 48 minutes it had been since Dabi first saw you. 19 days, 6 hours and 48 minutes since he decided that you belonged to him and 19 days, 6 hours and 48 minutes since Dabi had decided to keep a close eye on you. 

He watched with a fury like no other as you went about your life when you weren’t visiting him, conversing with other people when all you should be doing was sitting pretty at his feet, taking his cock in any hole he desired whenever he told you too.  He hated whenever he saw you talking to another mortal but especially men, no one could taint the only right thing the Gods had done...no one but him of course. 

It had been another one of those times where he had watched you converse with another mortal man before deciding to make your way home. Cute little heels making the sweetest sound as you skipped into the darkened ally way, pretty head not even aware of the danger that you had just put yourself in. Dress flowing in the light breeze as you skipped down into the darkness, humming a sweet little tune to yourself. 

All it took was a moment, nothing more than a single moment of jealousy, for Dabi to make his choice before he was slamming his fist into the back of your head and catching your falling body, scarred lips whispering the quietest apologies into your ear. Deep whispers of “I’m sorry baby, it had to be done”.  His hearting fighting between racing at the sight he caught of your panties and the feeling of your skin rubbing lightly against his clothes or the calm that washed over him at the feeling of finally having you in his arms. 

Blue eyes almost lightening up at the sight of your peaceful face as you laid in his arms but he picked you up, a certain thought flying through his mind as he held you like a bride and made his way back to his temple. Scarred hands shaking lightly as they held you, fingers digging into your skin like if he loosened his grip then you would disappear. 

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Dabi was never know for his patience or for being a God of much faith so it didn’t faze him when his patience wore thin and he could no longer keep his hands to himself, completely fed up with waiting for you to wake up. Callous fingers gently trailing their way over the smooth, plush skin of your leg as blue eyes trained on your face for any sign of movement. His touch only just ghosting over your skin, not wanting you to wake up so soon into his fun.

His movements soon getting bolder when he saw how peacefully you slept on even in the wake of his touch, his fingers trailing higher up your leg until they reached the softness of your thick inner thigh. Dabi couldn’t hold back the smirk that took over his lips as he moved his fingers higher under the skirt of your dress, his middle finger moving out to gently trace the edge of your panties. He rolled his shoulders as the lace tickled the tip of his finger before he moved his finger to the middle of your panties, gently pushing the fabric into your slit as he indulged in the feeling of you. 

Dabi didn’t care about much but right now he cared very much about how he was gently rubbing his middle finger over your pussy, gently playing with your clit as you slept on completely unaware of the depraved man having his way with you. 

Dabi let out a sharp intake of breath before moving away from you as you shifted in your sleep, body finally reacting to his touch. He waited with baited breath for any sign you had woken up before his shoulders sagged in relief as you just kept sleeping. Dabi watched as you parted your legs further in your sleep, now fully on your back and completely spread out just for him. Dabi waited for another moment before a gentle thud filled the room as he dropped to his knees, handing finding themselves hocking the back of your knees to pull you closer to the edge of the bed, legs now resting on his shoulders as he came faced to face with pretty purple of your lace panties.

His pierced tongue peeking out and running across his bottom lip as he looked at the lace that covered your sweet cunt from his hungry gaze. He didn’t even bother to try to stop himself as he moved a hand off of your thigh, moving it back to your cunt so he could move your underwear to the side. He could feel his mouth starting to water at the sheer sight of your perfect cunt, so pretty and sweet looking, he couldn’t stop his mind for wondering if you tasted as sweet as you looked. 

Dabi glanced up at your sleeping face before deciding that there was no harm in him tasting what belonged to him. Dabi almost moaned out loud the moment the tip of his tongue touched your cunt, spreading your lips apart and going straight for your little clit. He savoured every single moan and whimper that left your pretty lips as he focused his attention on your clit, eyes closing slightly in pleasure at finally being between your thighs. This was truly the closest to heaven the young God would ever get. 

Dabi’s eyes flew open the moment he heard a confused whimper as small hands tried to push his head away. He tightened his grip on your thighs as you tried to shuffle away from the strange man between your legs, pulling away from your cunt long enough to shush you before going right back to work. Dabi relished in the sounds you made when he sucked your clit into his mouth, embarrassed and confused by the orgasm that washed over you and that caused your thighs to tighten around his head. 

He pulled away with a delish smirked as he moved your legs from his shoulders to his waist as he moved to stand between your legs, blue eyes looking down at your scared little face as your mind raced to try to work all of this out. A scarred hand made its way to hold your cheek as he leaned down to place a surprisingly sweet kiss to your lips, leaving the taste of you behind as he whisper.. 

“It’s okay little one, your Lord is gonna make you feel so fucking good” 

[abbylee0710]

The Divine

As a Greek Myth enthusiast, some outfits inspire me to take photos that are implication of the gods and goddesses of greek mythology.

War and Love

The god of war and the goddess of love and beauty. They are very well known lovers in the myths. They even have children.

This outfit of Sylus is depicted of a warrior, hence it reminded me of the war god. Adding the laurel is a nice touch too. So yeah, this is my version of Sylus as Ares.

My aim for this was more of a greek princess but one of my friends pointed out that she is like the goddess of beauty. So I dedicated this look of MC to be Aphrodite and pair her up with Sylus' Ares.

Sea and Snow

The god of the sea, one of the 3 sons of Kronos, and the daughter of the wind, the goddess of snow. As a couple, they are not that known but Khione did have Poseidon as a lover.

To be honest, it would've seemed more like Poseidon if he adorned his god of tides outfit but since I played just this July, his limited myth already passed and I wasn't able to get his limited companion (I'll surely get him when he reruns though). This outfit reminds me more of Apollo's, the god of sun, but Apollo is often depicted as blonde therefore I just imagined this look of Rafayel to pay homage to his real identity, the god of the sea.

This outfit just seems so "fantasy" and "ethereal" up close that I got the idea of pairing it with the snow puffs head dress to depict a snow goddess or witch. Khione is not a familiar name for those who are not fans of greek mythology or those who do not read percy jackson as she is not one of the olympians nor is she married to one. One thing that can be atested to however is that Khione is a beauty (she had multiple lovers from the major olympians; Hermes, Apollo, Dionysus, and Poseidon). This look is attempting to give of that ethereal snow beauty vibe.

[blizzards-and-breezes]

Devotional Acts to Lady Khione

Reminder that almost nothing is known about Lady Khione so this is entirely UPG!

Play in the snow!

Make snow people!

Have a snowball fight!

Shovel your driveway/sidewalk/etc

Take a walk outside in the winter!

Go outside while it’s snowing!

Give winter gear (coats/hats/gloves) to those who need them!

Donate to organizations helping the climate!

Donate to organizations helping animals in Her domain (ex: polar bears)

Spend time with family/friends (specifically in the snow or wintertime but any time works!)

Learn about climate change and how it affects Her domain

Learn about weather

Learn about Her/Her family/Her domain

Create paper snowflakes

Curl up in a blanket, get all cozy

Do things that remind you of winter (for me this means crocheting)

Anything that reminds you of Her!

[wonwoonlight]

Gonna reread HOO bc why not📖

[lostwcnderlands]

-> continued from here with @glacierheart

long ago, had the gods stepped away from their sovereign rule. now, kingdoms of old had been transformed, operating under new leadership. kings of ice ruled with warm hearts or iron fists, and they'd come && go as time passed ever onwards. she was there, she was watching, and khione had grown bored in her isolated cold.

the winter kingdom was nothing now as it had been in her day. when she was goddess && queen, and controlled everything under winter's frozen touch. perhaps she found it stimulating, in a twisted way, to try && rattle the nerves of the new winter's lord. the only problem was that khione was not permitted back into her former stomping grounds. no, no. . . the goddess had caused problems in the past. this was why she had twirled her finger, and turned both guards to flurries of snowflakes.

" it was intended to be a threat. "

[titans-flag-space]

khionegender

✦ Khionegender is a xenogender that is also a neurogender. It's name originates from Khione, the greek goddess of snow. It feels like a nice winter day with snow and sun. As a neurogender, it was intended for neurodivergent individuals. It was made especially with autistic individuals in mind, but any neurodivergent individual is free to use it for themselves ✦ (originally coined by twitter user LoonyxdiAngelo in 2021)

✦ The blue stripes represent snow and other wintry features, while the yellow stripe in the center represents the sun aspect that is part of the gender definition. ✦

✦ this term was originally coined by a twitter used in july 2021 ✦

✦ okay to use, with credit! ✦

[chthoniclakewitch]

❄️WINTER SNOW REBIRTH/HABIT BREAKING SPELL ❄️

First of all i would like to thank Khione, the Goddess of snow, for the lovely weather❄️ especially in Oklahoma like wtffff okay anyway

To do this spell you will need to write on a piece of paper what habits you would like to break, or what new changes you would like to see in yourself. Personally I wrote both, and was very specific.

Fold the paper towards you and place it in a fire safe bowl or container. Add any crystals desired, I used green jade finances and quartz to amplify the spell.

Cover the bowl and its contents in snow. The snow symbolises the obstacles in front of your goal that you wrote.

Light a candle in the snow! As the candle melts, visualise these obstacles melting as well.

Return the water back to the earth. Reuse the crystals if you wish, just remember to cleanse.

Happy Winter Season! The Sun ☀️ will return soon! Blessed be ✨

[xoxochb]

cabin two hundred seven - children of khione, goddess of snow. calculating, protective, intelligent

‘now it's like snow at the beach / weird but fuckin' beautiful / flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful’ - snow on the beach