#kroko

[azuremliam]

Bug World AU Orgalorg's form! They crash at Liam's place while trying to figure things out about what they want to do.

After everything that's happened to them, with Simon and Turtle Princess, they feel kinda… empty inside.

Liam pretty much goes, "Ooooh you miss having family. Well guess what- you're apart of my family now." Liam's lil bug kids are just not used to this new being visiting, they get used to Org eventually. Going to be led up to through this heheheh.

[krokonoko]

god do any of you ever think about how Guru Pathik said "Love is a form of energy and it swirls all around us. The Air Nomads love for you has not left this world, it is still inside of your heart, and is reborn as new love."

that shit hit teenage!me like a truck.

and then they showed the Air Nomads reforming into Katara first laying eyes on Aang and smiling at him, as if he's the most precious thing in the world.

imagine how immeasurable Katara's affection for Aang has to be.

these two invented love.

[bugwolfsstuff]

Remember how I wondered if the Apollo kids were bad at frisbee?

Well i remembered a myth that is literally just Hyacinthus and Apollo but instead of Apollo it's Hermes and instead of Hyacinthus it's this Arkadian youth called Krokos (Crocus) and Zephyrus isn't involved

So i raise you,

Hermes kids are bad at Frisbee

Instead of monsters, Thalia got taken out by Luke's skill issue.

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Omg Hermes had a kesari Indian boyfriend all along ☠️ (/jjj)

[lo-shouldve-been-an-email]

Why did Persephone kill an entire town.why did Rachel have to make it so that Persephone was a mass murderer of children,mother,and babies instead of just a few men that clearly disrespected her.

Honestly,like that it makes more sense for the audience to not only root for her(and for other examples of AoW’s being brought up in comparison) and for Helios not to report the crime to someone.

Also,perse is only really guilty until after she’s prosecuted.its very “only sorry after getting caught” vibes.

[sysig]

Here, have an unfinished set of Die Anstalt plushie crayon-scribbles from 2020 ♥ (Patreon)

[patsuking]

Sandra Krokos

[alatismeni-theitsa]

I don't care much about some minute controversy on TikTok, but I care about saffron (greek: Krokos)! Saffron probably originated in Greece and today Greek saffron is very popular abroad. At the same time, countries like Spain and Iran are also cultivating large quantities of saffron. (Saffron bros!)

Our ancients used saffron to add flavor and color to rice dishes, sauces, and desserts. In medicine, saffron was believed to have analgesic and antispasmodic properties, and it was used for digestive issues and as an aphrodisiac. Saffron was also employed in perfumes and cosmetics. It held religious and ceremonial importance, often used in rituals and festivals.

According to our myths, Krokos was Hermes' lover and the god accidentally wounded him with a diskos, and Krokos perished. Where his blood fell, the saffron flower grew with the three red styles containing his blood. There are also variations of the myth with Krokos and the nymph Smilax.

[halfling-myth-lady]

Ride the cyclone au where it’s just the flower people from Greek mythology

[your-fav-cluster-a]

Kroko from Parapluesch has Schizotypal Personality Disorder

Requested by; anon

[thecurioustale]

"It's a dragon, a toucan, a parrot, a Disney dog, a cobra, a horse, a centaur (not to be mistaken with horse), an ostrich, a dinosaur, and a pentapod!"

"Oh yeah, the Ancient Greeks called the original one the Snalvos."

"Da fuq?!"

"Yeah! A servant of the Goddess Hecate who would illuminate ropes and lines for sailors and farmers and others toiling at night. One of the objectives in the Perseus gaiden was a piece of rope still glowing with the light of the Snalvos, but Perseus had to search by it for day in a pile of ropes that were all shining under the bright sunlight. He had to charm Nephele to get her to bring him a cloud to blot out the sunlight, and then after finding the right rope he had to get out of there in a hurry when Zeus was angered by the cloud marring his pristine summer sky."

"Wow!"

"Anyway, the Snalvos' descendants are counted in Greek mythology among the great τέρας."

"My girlfriend's name is Tera!"

"Well, she obviously has classical breeding and possibly five legs."

"HOW DID YOU KNOW?!?!" 😰

a colorful guy

[krokonoko]

okay so a couple more nuanced thoughts about the whole JayVik thing

if you're not satisfied with the ending we got for them, I get it.

I know ppl have been handing this around celebrating that all the queers get something in Arcane but. I mean, MAN if this lineup isn't a perfect illustration of where there's still work to be done when it comes to equal treatment of queer relationships in media.

but at the same time, personally, I'm still mostly satisfied with what we got. and not because of "let men be platonic friends". cause jfc how often do we have to say it: they are never anything BUT platonic friends. "the moment is stronger because it's platonic" look, as a whole ass aspec person: shut. the moment would not have been cheapened by a queer kiss. but I digress.

the reason I'm alright with this might be because I expected worse. like, way worse. that, and also this moment did not feel cynical to me, or queerbait-y, or like it was trying to satisfy all sides. it felt very earnest to me.

and I haven't kept up with creator interviews or anything, but from what I've gathered, there seems to have been a certain. lack of unity? when it comes to how the different parties viewed the relationship between JayVik, starting with LoL's notorious reluctance to confirm male characters' queerness, and ending with statements from writers and staff being pretty contradictory when it comes to these two.

so personally, this looks to me like a situation that might be a bit similar to Korrasami. it's giving "we all know what this is, but this is as far as we can/are willing to go."

do I still think that's kind of unfair? yeah.

do I have a couple other gripes with Arcane, and esp its ending? you know it! (mostly as in. Jinx is not really dead. right? you can't be fr about that.)

but when I add everything up, I'm walking out of this with a very positive tally. and that includes JayVik. and I think recognizing that there's still work to be done is important, but I also think if you're handed one of the most epic queer love stories in history, even if it doesn't dare speak its name, it's alright to be happy about it!

[vickihinze]

Jesus Had Boundaries by Julie Arduini

A friend recently looked at my Goodreads reading list and found it funny that for a fiction author, my reading consists of a lot of nonfiction. I love learning! This season I have been working through a lot of Bible studies and related materials. There has been Rebekah Lyons and Building a Resilient Life. Alisa Keeton and The Body Revelation. Laura Krokos and You are Unshaken. These books are…

[wuuruvu]

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new banner thank you @wuuruvu

[doggie00]

The Planet Thieves

[ephemeral-roses]

Note: This isn't accurate to events in mythology, of course. In the myths, Leuke and Peitho have no connection to each other other than they were both daughters or Okeanos and Tethys. This is just me being creative and wanting to do more stuff with Peitho. This is all based on a recent ask I got regarding whether or not gods can die, what happened to Leuke, and if that means Peitho could die as well. The topic of the River Lethe was brought up and how Leuke could've drank from it and reincarnated, and that's why her soul didn't just stay in The Underworld. I started asking myself if Leuke's soul would remain godly or not.

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He didn't want her to ever get hurt, especially by him, after he had hurt so many others before, to a point he thought harming others was an inevitable part of his life. Before Leuke, the gods didn't think they could die. But after she died, they began to question the limits of their immortality. They weren't endless. Others weren't endless. She wasn't endless. Both of them were daughters of Okeanos and Tethys, Okeanides. So, were Okeanides the ones at risk from death? If so, would there ever be a moment where Peitho would die, and him falling in love with her was fate handing him another accidental victim? Thinking about it brought Hermes the same horror he felt when he accidently killed Krokos. The issue of himself was that he didn't know when to slow down or stop all together, and when he acts, he does it without thought and boldly, with no regard for others. When the horrible thought entered his head, he tried to be more mindful of his surroundings when he did things and the strength of his hand as it held hers. But he didn't believe it was enough, so he went to seek out Leuke’s reason for death to avoid it. Many of the gods did not know how Leuke died, including Haides, but he had an idea of who knew.

River Styx was a respected goddess, who everyone promised to obey when they swore an oath under her. He had a few oaths sworn under her name, oaths he wouldn't dare break. The sun and moon's paths across the sky weren't visible to The Underworld, with a ceiling of stalactites above. Things could be beautiful in The Underworld, but only further along. That's what made the journey meaningful. So, so far, there were only the sounds of pained groans coming from the waters.

He crouched down by the River Styx, his silver herald wand clutched in his hand that hung by his side. “Sorry to ask but… Do you happen to know how Leuke passed?” Hermes asked, and rather hesitantly too. Cold as she seemed, Styx was still Leuke's sister, so he didn't know if the pain of the lost still lingered.

With a splash, a head peeked out from the water, and a pair of piercing eyes stared directly at him. “What spurred this question?” The river asked, her voice smooth but equipped with what made others feel dread. She didn't seem too bothered with the question.

“I'm just curious. You know how often I get curious— you were the one who had to pick little baby-me up by the arm and find my way back to my mother after I ran off.” He replied.

He was curious, yes, but wasn't just curious. Styx knew there was no reason to pry. If he wanted to keep it, he could keep it. She wasn't the one to desperately try to learn about the lives of others. Besides, she could already tell it had to do something with fear.

“Ask the River Lethe.” Styx told him. “She knows everything.”

The River Lethe… The river of oblivion. As someone considered so smart, he certainly felt dumb for not realizing that perhaps Lethe knew everything about what happened, because perhaps she was the reason… Her being involved would be the only logical reason behind Leuke no longer being bound to Haides, as the river was truly the inhabitants’ only freedom. A mortal who drank from it would forget the events of their living days. Sometimes, they would drink from it to be born anew.

It didn't take Hermes long to get to the sluggish waters of Lethe, of course. His feet were swift, always has been, and he knew every inch of The Underworld, after escaping his mother’s supervision as she slept at night many times, and his job as the Underworld's psychopomp. He liked discovering places and memorizing where they were, so becoming the psychopomp when he was a young man gave him the chance to have open range. When he set his feet on the ground, it was against dark grass with bright red poppies and other herbs scattered about. The river was slow-paced, as it sat close to Hypnos’ cavern.

“Lethe.” He called out to the goddess, rubbing his eyes before taking off his brimmed traveler's hat and swinging it off to the side, held onto his body by the string whose arms hugged his shoulders and hands fell down at his chest, covered by his night blue chlamys.

Out from the slow water, peeked out Lethe, looking back at him with tired eyes, not entirely there, but waking up to her surroundings.

“I'm sorry for waking you up but I'm conducting a little investigation of my own, and I need a moment of your time…” He started before she interrupted with a loud and long yawn. He continued, “Styx told me you know everything about what happened to Leuke.”

Lethe's upper body emerged from the water and rested on the grass, her lower body in the water. “Why would you want to know?”

“I'm just curious—”

“You're not just curious.” Despite how tired she was, she was observant, and more willing to pry than Styx was.

Hermes let out a sigh, sitting himself on the grass. He was growing too tired of standing up, but it didn’t stop his feet from fidgeting there as he sat. He never truly knew how to stay still, even when he was asleep, as tossing and turning was usual behavior of his. Thankfully, Peitho was a heavy sleeper so she never stirred from his movements.

“I worry about death.” He admitted to Lethe. “Not about the death of myself, but of others.”

Lethe hummed out, taking a moment to think.

“Leuke couldn't do much to persuade Haides to let her go when he abducted her. His mind was set that he wanted her to be his, regardless of how she felt. The loneliness of himself mattered more. But, he was stupid with his plan. In The Underworld, she was surrounded by many of her family. He thought since so many were there, she'd feel at home, when in reality, they were just as willing as her to get her out of here.”

Hermes listened carefully, the poppies making him feel more relaxed and less tense.

“She was desperate to get out, so I told her to sink into my waters. By the time Haides got to her drowned body, the water filled up the place where her soul used to be, and it was mine to do with. We cleared her memories and reused her soul.”

“So… Gods can't actually die, just have their memories cleared and their souls reused… But I suppose that is a bit like dying. Still, she didn't die of injuries.” he rubbed his chin as he thought about it, tilting his head to the side. “When you recycled the soul, what did it turn into?”

“As a child of Okeanos and Tethys once again, so they can have their daughter back once more. They raised her with much caution, and she clung to them. She was repurposed into Persuasion, as a way to keep her safe from the events that once happened, since she couldn't persuade it into being otherwise before. So worry not. Nothing bad will come of your gods. Leuke was a deliberate choice, not a mistake.”

The poppies didn't do much to settle him down anymore, as there began to be a thumping in his chest as Lethe spoke. As observant as Lethe was, he didn't think she knew exactly why he was so startled by this news. Or, maybe she did, and she couldn't bother any less. She didn't bat either of her tired lidded eyes.

He didn't want to ask anymore questions, as he felt like he had already gone too far, like he learned something he was never supposed to know. All he did was respond with a simple nod of his head, put his hat back on, get up, and go on his way.

It was late when he got home, which wasn't a surprise. Hermes had begun his investigation right after he delivered all of the souls to The Underworld, which always began when the moon took show in the sky. He had already warned her he was going to miss dinner and that he'd try to eat while on his mission. He didn't eat like he said he would, but he wasn't going to tell her that. She had always worried about others, including him.

Peitho was already asleep in bed, and after he took off his hats, chlamys, and boots, Hermes carefully got into bed next to her, even though he knew he wasn't going to wake her. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her close to his body.

Hermes knew he should've slept that night, especially with what he had planned for the next day— he was gonna skip his job for the day, and spend the whole day with her trying to make it special for her. But, his mind was restless as he continued to think about what he had just learned. Despite being unable to sleep and all of the thoughts rushing through his head, the only thing that seemed to calm the racing of his heart down was Peitho close to him, much like the poppies by the River Lethe.