#leukothea

[poetpony6890]

Star filled nights - A Kitty fic

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After having kissed the man who he had been pining over for the last five years, Kit sprinted away violently. At least this time he hadn’t escaped to the other side of the globe.

Yet he kept his word and of course later made his entrance into the grand hall of the french manor, dressed clad in the masquerade attire.

Catching a glimpse of himself in the hall mirror as he strode in, Kit checked himself out, his pressed gold and ocean suit patterned with swans floating around in a hue of waves. With a matching masquerade over his light eyes.

As his father had taught him to do well finding someone in a crowd, he stayed as far away from people has possibly without looking suspicious, so as a young woman carrying a circle tray filled with bubbling champagne passed by he grabbed one.

Then filtered his way to the stairs of the overlooking balcony to watch the titled ball room below, where danced many, fae with long draping gowns swirling around them as their partners spun them, vampires with sharpened fangs playfully snapping at the werewolves on the other side of the room.

One suit stood out to Kit, the one he had help picked out, crimson and ebony details weaved through the crowd, slowly Kit made his way down the stairs. Watching as the suit made its way towards the longer table filled with treats, before he could cross the floor, a hand clapped onto his back.

“Rook! What are you doing here?!” A voice asked, Kit turned around to see one of his life long complains, Lyall wearing an ivory suit with a polar bear mask.

From behind him a matching brown bear stuck to the other side of him.

“Kit! How are you, man!” Steven called, brining Kit into a tight but quick hug.

“I’m good, guys. A bit busy-“

“So you taking over your dad business is what I’ve been hearing?” Lyall asked, wrapping his arm around him and brining him out towards the main hall of the building.

“No- no I’m done with that.” Kit stated, as they brought him into a darkened room, covered him soft velvet curtains, a metal pole in the middle, lamp lights illuminated the curved body of the woman wearing a raven mask, lace covering slight parts of her.

“Have a seat.” Steven told, stretching his hand out towards the love seat facing a silk mat with various pillows in the other side of the room.

“So, what have you been up to lately? We haven’t seen you in forever.” Lyall asked, sitting down beside him, as a few of the girls on the other side watched intently.

“Uh- good.” Kit replied, as Steven’s arm came down beside him and placed a drink into his hand.

“Like what you see?” The girl asked, as Kit kept his eyes glued to her, she swung one of her long legs in a semicircle.

“Uh- maybe.” Kit stalled slowly as Steven sat down beside him with a matching drink.

“So, what brings you here tonight?” Lyall asked, as if on cue the door the room opened and in came a crimson lion lace mask, the one he had picked out mere hours ago.

“Hello? Rook you there?” Steven asked, tapping his shoulder lightly.

“Yeah, yeah, just having some fun.” Kit replied casually, taking a sip from his glass.

“That’s what I like to hear!” Lyall exclaimed, Kit watched as Ty sat down next to someone he apparently knew, followed by an olive skinned fox in a three piece suit and leather boats.

“We should go do those shots with Eiron later, said he had some faerie kush or something! Might want to get to that before he meets some vamp girl.” Steven whispered, from the other side of the room, Ty bend his head down as the girl next to him said something.

“Hey, baby we’re bouncing.” Lyall called out to the woman wrapping herself around, she waved with one of her hands.

As all three of them walked out, Kit glared back at Ty, eyes wider than the moon in the sky.

As they approached the seating area near the balcony, Lyall and Steven both sat down as Kit stood up, as Elion saw him, dressed as an elephant, he jumped up and hugged him.

“Kit! I haven’t seen you in so long!” He rushed, making sure not to burn him with the cigarette he had lit in his right hand.

“Hey, what’s up?” Kit asked, sitting down beside him on the flannel couch.

“ Same old, I can finally work now! Me and my Dad got this stall set up and we sell-“

What stopped him from going on was a collection of much more expensive looking suits, from the end of the couch, Steven shifted in his seat to conceal his waistband, which held a gun with a hidden flashlight attachment.

“Howdy officers.” Steven started.

“Shut up Steven.” Lyall ordered, waving them both along, once again, Kit was enchanted by a pair of stony eyes, awesome cheekbones and slightly smug expression.

“Run along now, I know I have my rights.” Eiron declared, from the arm rest a fellow fae know as Odhran laughed, dressed a an English bulldog.

Both of the men walked away, going towards the out stretching balcony lit by the flame of the stars.

“I’ll-“ Kit started, standing for a moment only to be pulled back down by Lyall.

“Don’t go picking sides now, Rook.”He dropped a tone, placing his hand on his hip to reveal a glock.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Kit stated, even if he had his own gun concealed by the huge tail on his waist, he knew that Lyall would be almost a hundreds percent more likely to use it.

So this is how Kit found himself still on the couch thirty minutes later, many shots with Lyall and Steven, a joint slips with Eiron and a dance with Odhran which Eiron tried to help from afar but was covered but the sound of Lyall and Steven laughing.

Finally, he was out on the balcony sharing a seelie cigar with Eiron.

“ I can’t believe you actually said that to him.”

He giggled, Kit tuned out the rest of what he was saying as he spotted Ty, whispering again to the fox.

Upon finally having chance to speak to him, Kit began to approach.

“Oh- ok then.” Eiron stoped, moving alongside his companion.

“Hey, Ty.” Kit greeted, as Eiron eyed down the two, spending a bit more time admiring the detail in the foxes suit.

“I am Eiron, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He greeted, holding out his hand for the fox suit to hold, put he only shook it lightly.

He was really intended that he kiss it, and he had just embarseed him self, but neither Kit or Ty paid mind to them.

“ I’m really sorry if I made things weird between us or if I confused you in some way, I didn’t mean to, and if you don’t like boys or you don’t like me-“

He was cut off by a pair of soft lips meeting his own, gently Ty wrapped his arm around Kits neck, as his hands made their way into his scalp, fingers touching each strand.

“Care to dance?” Eiron asked, interlacing his hand with the other man’s before he got an answer.

When Kit and Ty finally got off of each other, Ty leaned on the edge of the balcony.

“So, did you find out anything on our missing werewolf?” Ty asked, looking into his glowing eyes.

“He’s Steven’s stepmothers brother. From what I hear he has been missing almost three months. Before he died some vampires saw him leaving the bar with an unseelie fae, no one believed them.” Kit whispered.

“ You smell like cinnamon.” Ty commented.

“ yeah that’s the weed.” Kit replied causally.

“What!?” Ty asked, a bit shocked but not totally surprised.

“I love you?”Kit wondered.

“You’re so confusing.” Ty stopped.

“ I get that a lot.” Kit muttered.

“Will you still help me?” Ty whispered

“Of course I will. I’d help you if it was the last thing I do. I’d let a zombie eat my brains for you but you have to promise you’ll shoot me before I start eating other people. Maybe cry on my grave.” Kit stated jokingly.

“I can do that.” Ty replied seriously.

“Good we’re all set.” Kit added.

“Not so fast. One of you, not going to say which one, is meant to be in rehab. In London.” An older voice called out from the French glass doors.

“You’ve been in rehab?”Ty questioned,Kit slowly turned around and faced his new current enemies, a calico cat and a grey gemstone city rat.

“ It’s a long story.” Kit tried to explain but it he grown too tired of the same fake excuses.

“Come on man, busting out of rehab is just lame. What do you have to do all day? Colour?” An angry tone voiced, coming beside Simon dressed as a zebra, smoking a lit Paul mall.

“Oh really your gonna talk Jacob?” Kit sassed.

“YES I AM!” Jacob shouted loudly.

“Come on, Kit. Party’s almost over anyways, the dogs gone missing.” Magnus called, holding out his arm for Kit to link with as Simon waved Ty to follow and Jacob gave the rest of the cigarette to a known vampire friend of his.

“Why is it always the animals?” Kit asked, most times if a party wrapped up steadily, something had gone missing and no one wanted to take the blame for it.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me this when I asked you to help me, Kit? Do you understand the position I’m in now?” Ty somewhat shouted as they got onto the sidewalk on the other side of the mansion.

“69?” Kit asked.

“Are you fucking kidding me!? Do you really think that’s funny?!” Ty exclaimed as Simon came to stand in front of him and Jacob rushed to avoid the leaving cars.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to know!” Kit screamed, as Magnus sighed and sat down on the grass of a nearby lawn.

“You should have fucking told me! Do you know what Jem and Tessa are going to think of me now?!” Ty screamed back, causing Jacob to try and get Kit as far away as possible.

“I don’t give a fuck what they think! They aren’t my fucking family and you know that as well as I do!” Kit kept barking, pushing Jacob off of him as he tried to lean him to walk.

“Yes they are! They take of you, they feed you, you have a room in their house!” Ty argued, as a the ground beneath a nearby car began to shake.

“I’ve never had any fucking family! My mother packed up and left and don’t you tell me it was for the better because I will forgive her for leaving me in that house with my dad! The only thing I’ve ever come close to is living with the Armas and that was because my fucking father was in jail!” Kit screamed, as the ground began to open under the car, causing Magnus to jump up and run towards the road.

The rat grabbed Ty and dragged him towards the road as well, followed by Jacob who pushed Kit, as the split widened enough for a few people to stop and come up to the scene as the car was swallowed.

“What’s going on?!” A gentle voice came, rushing towards Kit and placing her warmed hands onto his cheeks, from his confused state Kit locked into a pair of ebony eyes, covered by a soft gray mask painted and gemmed as an elephant.

The hole didn’t stop as Kit began to calm down, realizing the destruction was at his own hands.

From the movement of the surrounding area, a gray hound arose from the shadows, trying to jump around the hole but only gave out a final bark as the hole swallowed with Kits calm.

“I found the dog.” Jacob commented as Kits eyes swelled with sudden tears, Thea wrapped her matching silk scarf around both of them.

“Oh fuck we have to go! I was paid 50 fucking bucks to find that dog!” Basil yelled as both he and Kit began to sprint as a booming voice began to scream out.

The rest of the group quickly followed behind them, indulging now Anuish and Eiron who had come sometime around when the fight on the sidewalk began.

They all stopped as Kit plopped down on a street sign enough blocks away that they were sure the warlock would not run after them.

“ I killed that dog.” Kit sobbed, as Thea rubbed his back gently.

“I know this isn’t a good time but we really have to get you back to Jem and Tessa’s.” Magnus declared.

“It was just a dog.” Jacob commented, from behind Kit, Basil shook his gingerbread head.

“Where’s that shadowhunter?” Eiron asked, as both Ty and Anuish had disappeared during the run.

“I told them to leave.” Simon stated.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” Kit sobbed.

“Kind of my job,now but whatever.” Simon says.

“You’re clearly in no state to talk to him, Kit.” Jacob deadpanned.

“We both know we can’t send him back to that house.” Thea added towards Magnus.

“What we need to do is take this one step at a-“

“He killed a fucking dog! Without even looking at it, if that is not cause to be send to leave with other fea I do not know what is!” Eiron shouted, although he had unfortunately seen much worse in his many years, the thought of what he now knew disturbed him.

“Stand up.” Magnus ordered, pulling onto Lits sleeve.

“Where are we going?” Kit asked, wiping the stray tears from his face.

“London. Right now.” Magnus stated, opening a set portal for them to use on their journey.

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Request by @tys-kitty !!

I made this way more angst than it had to be I’m sorry, they did kiss though! That’s more than we’re going to get until TLKOF comes out! (I actually am sorry though) (come out tlkof I need to see King Kieran)

Also this one might make more sense later if you feel me but im going to finish the first chapter of my kit fic which I’ve named ‘ sins of the father’! However school is kicking me in the ass right now but I’m trying!!

[ebbpettier]

*sees you're into Simon Snow and also Percy Jackson*

*points*

YOU LIKE CHOSEN ONES AND THE INEVITABLY OF THE PROPHECY BUT NOT THE WAY THEY THOUGHT! YOU LIKE HEROES BURDENED WITH RESPONSIBILITY BUT WHO FEEL OBLOGATED TO GO THROUGH WITH IT DESPITE THE MORALLY QUESTIONABLE POWERS THAT BE THAT PUT THEM IN THIS SITUATION IN THE FIRST PLACE! HAHA!

(I also enjoy these things hello)

ALL OF THIS IS TRUE!!!! ADDITIONALLY I'M ALSO BISEXUAL AND I LIKE SWORDFIGHTING AND CHARACTERS WITH THEMES

also this picture is awful bc the lighting in here is awful but

[tylermileslockett]

From the heights of Mount Olympus, I, Zeus, observe the mortal realm and bless those with pure hearts and noble actions, like Asclepius, Ganymede, and Semele, elevating them to divinity. Their virtues reflect the gods' benevolence, inspiring reverence through the ages.

I, Zeus, favor the Dioscuri twins, Castor and Pollux, renowned for their bond and protection of sailors. Castor, son of Tyndareus, excels in horsemanship, while Pollux, born of myself, is a skilled boxer. Despite their mixed parentage, I grant Pollux immortality and ensure his eternal companionship with Castor, immortalized as the constellation Gemini.

I, Zeus, am captivated by Ganymede’s beauty. Disguised as an eagle, I abduct him and make him the gods' cupbearer, replacing Hebe. Ganymede, now immortal, serves nectar on Olympus, embodying eternal youth and beauty.

I, Dionysus, see my mother Semele die when Zeus reveals his true form. I descend to the Underworld to plead with Hades for her release, bringing her back to life and welcoming her to Olympus as an immortal.

I, Poseidon, witness Ino and her son Melicertes escape Hera’s wrath by leaping into the sea. I transform them into sea deities, Leukothea and Palaimon, protectors of sailors. Leukothea even saves Odysseus on his journey home from Troy. I, Hermes, save Apollo's son Asclepius from the funeral pyre. Raised by the centaur Chiron, Asclepius masters healing and even resurrection, earning his place among the gods as the deity of medicine and healing.

[hermesmoly]

Reading about Poseidon’s lovers and his story with Halia is honestly really tragic…

Diodorus Siculus, Library of History 5. 55. 4 (trans. Oldfather) (Greek historian C1st B.C.) :

"Poseidon, the myth continues, when he had grown to manhood, became enamoured of Halia, the sister of the Telkhines (Telchines), and lying with her he begat six male children and one daughter, called Rhodos (Rhode), after whom the island was named . . . And while these were still young men, Aphrodite, they say, as she was journeying [after her birth from the sea] from Kytherea (Cytherea) to Kypros (Cyprus) and dropped anchor near Rhodes, was prevented from stopping there by the sons of Poseidon, who were arrogant and insolent men; whereupon the goddess, in her wrath, brought a madness upon them, and they lay with their mother against her will . . . Halia cast herself into the sea, and she was afterwards given the name Leukothea (Leucothea) and attained to immortal honour in the eyes of the natives."

Halia is implied to be his first love, and to avenge her Poseidon had to trap their children underneath the sea. I don’t feel sympathy for their kids, they were said to be arrogant and i’m sure they were already pretty awful towards native people before Aphrodite rolled around, but Aphrodite was truly… Aphrodite here.

[violetmoondaughter]

Water, the flow, the womb, the origin of life, the element that is in constant movement and transformation. Water flows through our bodies and across the earth; we depend on it for life. As far back as we can remember, humans have been intimately connected with water, both physically and spiritually. According to the theory of evolution we emerged from aquatic sources and ancient creation stories from around the globe told us life on earth originated from waters. Ancient Civilizations around the globe built the first cities near water sources. Water is deep, receptive, and purifying, and represent both the life giver and the death bringer.

 Some of the most common water spiritual correspondences are:

Orientation: West

Qualities: Emotion, Intuition, Flexibility, Receptivity

Magical Weapon: Cup, Cauldron, Mirror, Comb

Rituals: Divination, Purification, Healing, Blessings, Transformation

Places: lakes, springs, streams, rivers, beaches, oceans, seas, wells, fountains, waterfalls

Natural elements: rain, thunderstorms, snow, ice, fog, seashells, starfish, pearls, dolphins, seahorses, frogs, toads, fish, turtles.

Tarot: Cups

Rune: Laguz

Zodiac Signs: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces

Spirits: Naiades, Nereids, Mermaids, Oceanines, Nymphs, Kelphis, Each uisge, Gwragedd Annwn, Morgens, Nixie, Jenny Greenteeth, Peg Powler, Crinaeae, Limnades, Pegaeae, Sirens, Camenae, Asrai, Karkinos, Charybdis, Cetus, Grindylow, Kraken, Pistrice, Selkies.

Deities: Aphrodite, Venus, Mefitis, Diana, Thetis, Leukothea, Ino, Amphitrite, Hapi, Sobek, Neptune, Poseidon, Oceanus, Sabrina, Melusine, Acionna, Boann, Bormana, Dylan Ail Don, Llyr, Sinann, Sequana, Nefti, Khnum, Tefnut, Anuket, Abzu, Enbilulu, Achelous, Anapos, Nereus, Pontus, Scylla, Proteus, Thalassa, Coventina, Fontus, Juturna, Danu, Proteus, Tiamat, Triton.

[autumncrowcus]

Of all the heroines associated with Dionysos, Ino has perhaps the richest tradition. As noted in Chapter 2, where she is compared to Herakles, she is one of the few heroines who can compete with male heroes in range of action. The earliest reference to her is in the Odyssey, where she appears to save Odysseus from drowning. Here she is identified as "Kadmos' daughter, slender-ankled Ino-- Leukothea, who once was a mortal endowed with human speech, but now deep in the sea has a share of honor among the gods," (5.333-35). The general outline of her myth is as follows: Entrusted with the baby Dionysos after the death of her sister Semele, Ino incurs the enmity of Hera, who is no friend to the lovers of Zeus and their children. Both Ino and her husband Athamas are driven mad by the goddess, and he kills their son Learchos. Ino at this point leaps into the sea holding her other son, Melikertes. The sea-leap changes them both: she becomes Leukothea, "the white goddess," and her son, now known as Palaimon, becomes the hero of the Isthmian games at the Isthmos of Corinth.

This heroine, like the others associated with Dionysos, becomes immortal and like Semele, she acquires a new name. Dionysos is not directly responsible for her transformation into a goddess, although in one version he does save her from the anger of Athamas (Hyginus, Fab. 2). The sea-leap is, however, a characteristically Dionysiac manoeuvre familiar from the Iliad passage discussed above. In this way the apotheosis of Ino takes place as much under the sign of Dionysos as does that of Semele.

… In Ino we have as problematic a figure of motherhood as possible. Ino's maternity in different versions is by turns threatened, interrupted, and perverted. As the foster mother of Dionysos, she takes the place of a real mother and attracts Hera's enmity as if she were the real mother. She destroys the children of a rival, either out of pure jealousy or in order to protect her own. Nonetheless, her conduct toward her own children is not above suspicion. Under the influence of madness, she tries to kill them or perhaps to rescue them. The lebes (cauldron) in which one of them is placed could be called the ultimate projection of maternal ambivalence. Is this her attempt to resuscitate or immortalize the child killed by its father, or is she herself engaged in murder? According to Apollodorus (3.4.3), Ino throws Melikertes into a boiling cauldron before leaping with him into the sea. Another source offers an equally confusing picture: either she herself throws Learchos into the lebes or she grabs Melikertes just as his father is about to throw him in (schol. Lycoph. 229). That the cauldron embodies simultaneously the threat of death and the promise of rebirth is clear from the myth of Medea, and it should undoubtedly be read as ambivalent in this context as well. Finally, even the leap into the sea with her son Melikertes is ambiguous. For Ino it is an escape from Athamas, and the path to divinity. For Melikertes it seems to bring only death, albeit a heroic one. It is true that Hyginus (Fab. 224) counts him among mortals who become gods, but elsewhere he is clearly a hero.

-Gender and Immortality: Heroines in Ancient Greek Myth and Cult by Deborah J. Lyons

[littlesparklight]

random question but do you have any headcanons on how the immortalized mortals/demigods would generally get along? (also I have to say this was absolutely prompted by your adonis series, which has left me unhinged & longing for more adonis - and immortal mortals in general - content 🙏)

(Hehe thank you, and hopefully there will be more, and by other people as well~)

Hmm, not exactly? I did do some vague things for Olympos Asleep - the Thebes royal family must be a tense mess when it comes to any- and everyone of them contra Dionysos. Even if you don't (like I did) decide to ignore "Harmonia and Kadmos eventually ends up in Elysium" and put them on Olympos instead, that still means you can have both Autonoe and Thyone/Semele on Olympos and Leukothea/Ino probably in Poseidon or Nereus' palace and come visit her sisters/family on Olympos.

The potential with Herakles/Adonis + actually leaning into Adonis as Persephone and Hades' adopted son is that, uh... Herakles has actually made himself a nuisance for the Underworld/Hades specifically several times (has even wounded him, once!) so it's like... does Adonis not know/has he forgiven him/does he think some of it is just funny/have they just agreed to Not Talk about it? For the hunting angle, though, I feel like you could probably make some connections between Adonis and Artemis' immortalized (not nymph) posse! I'm sure they'd all enjoy themselves and Adonis is presumably a respectful participant when he goes with them.

Talking of Artemis' girls, though (the Hyperborean maiden daughters of Boreas (Loxo, Hecaerge, Opis), Phylonoe, who's one of Tyndareus and Leda's daughters, potentially Iphigenia if you go with that version), I'd like to see more stuff with them + Artemis in general? Aside from Artemis' usually little girl nymph companions (so many forget most of the nymphs she runs with are little children!), these are some she's clearly chosen and has made eyes at her father to immortalize for her lol and they're just, what? hanging out together? fun times!

You can also have Spartan enclave with the Dioscuri + their wives, Phylonoe, Iphigenia, potentially Helen (and Menelaos, though they never seem to be immortalized on Olympos together; it's either Helen getting apotheosis, only Menelaos specifically going to Elysium, or Hera immortalizing them and sending them to Elysium...). Presumably they might get along with Herakles fine, since the Dioscuri have travelled with him + Herakles ousting Hippokoon and reinstating Tyndareos at Sparta..?

There's the potential of some real, at least initial awkwardness/antipathy/unhappiness from Ganymede against any of the immortalized humans/demigods who's taken part in attacking Troy; Herakles, Menelaos if he's on Olympos, Diomedes if he, too, when/if you acknowledge Athena did make him immortal, is on Olympos. Poor boy just can't get away from people who's attacked his home city post-war... (':

[agape-mou]

Hey nerds!

My name's Elias. I've been a Hellenic polytheist since 2021, and it's been a chaotic blast ever since. The θεοί bring me joy, and that's the point of life.

Σύντροφος of Apollon, devotee of Demeter and Hestia, altar space for Artemis, Hermaphrodite, Leto, and Leukothea, less intense relationships with everyone else.

Queer, trans, autistic, PTSD, Jewish American working on my relationship to both.

Call me in if I say/reblog something gross. I'm here to learn and spread joy, not harm.

This is a side blog, I follow from ninth-tentacle

[poetpony6890]

Drunken words, Sober thoughts

“Why would you allow him to drink that much?!” Alden exclaimed, watching as Ash shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh do not give me that shit. Who were you drinking with?” Alden asked, as Kit kept heaving into the bucket placed behind the sea creature covered panel, although it did not provide much privacy as everyone watched.

“Matais and Altair.” Ash replied, seeing no point in lying as neither of the two could kept their mouths shut.

“Where?” Alden asked, soothing the silk fabric of Kits traditional nixie drape, which had recently come into fashion with the arrival of a new king, they called them flows, as they hung off each limb of the body.

“In the woods.” Ash answered, moving towards the vanity that used to be Adaons to look at himself.

“Bullshit.” Alden declared, as Kit heaved once more into the wooden bucket.

“In the tent.” Ash muttered, Alden threw up his hands as Kit threw up his breakfast.

“Why would you go in there?! That was the one place Kieran told you not to go!” Alden scolded.

As Ash blandly ignored him and fixed his fabric in the mirror, the wooden door to the fae lantern lit room swung. In came both Denaruis, dressed in a flow as well, maroon and ebony and Kieran.

Since becoming King, the thing that has changed the most about the youngest son was his appearance, he had sunned the thought of how he had been dressed before, descended from years of cruelty, he had switched out the three piece ensemble that everyone had seen his father wear, and now regarded as a nixie head, an ivory and azure stained flow with a matching pair of opal earrings, and a stunning necklace.

His hair had even grown twice as long, now reaching the end of his shoulders, this time more wavy than ever.

“What is the matter?” He asked, coming around to the opposite side of the panel, bending down beside his nephew, ruffling Ashes silver blond hair well passing, who adjusted the ruby gem in the centre of his chest.

“Drinking is the matter.” Alden stated clearly, as Denaruis moved over to the large than normal round.

Not only had the fashion of the courts changed, but also the decor, Kierans first thought as King was to demolish the awful marble chairs that he had been informed no one had the guts to tell his father they did not like with a silver hanging chair, with handmade pillows, soft cushions and a table in the central.

“Who with?” Kieran asked, as Ash called Denaruis over with his hands to sit with him, bringing Adaons brush.

“Altair. In the tent.” Alden stated, as he got up and joined his honorary nephew and his brother.

“Are you fucking-?!” Kieran started.

“I love him so much and he hates me because I’m a dog murder!!” Kit suddenly came to.

“Ty?” Ash asked, who was now playing a game of cards with his uncles, which he always seemed to lose.

“It was just a dog.” Kieran stated, as the door to the room opened once more hastily as his mother came in.

“We replaced the dog.” Alden declared, slamming his cards down on the table and collecting his winnings.

She rushed over with a handfuls of fabric, bending next to the bucket and holding them out for Kieran to look over, as she did so she realized Kit was still heaving. She leaned down beside him and brushed his soft blond hair aside to avoid the vomit.

“It wasn’t just a dog. I yelled at him!” Kit cried as Thea slipped the sleeves of his vomit soaked flow off him.

“So, you yelled at him?” Alden questioned, shuffling the painted cards.

“He probably hates me!” Kit kept going, as Thea stood up and slid over to the wardrobe that had been a welcoming gift from the new kings many subjects, who upon seeing what he was capable of, wished to be.

“Why do you care so much about him? He is just a shadow hunter.” Denaruis asked, looking at his cards.

“Because I love him!” Kit sobbed, as Kieran stood but and moved over to his wooden wash table.

No one commented as Kieran pressed a cloth to his face to remove the mess, then Thea came behind him and slid an embroidered nightgown over his head, then down to his legs, helping him stand up on his feet.

“Do you love him or do you think to love you have to be in such pain?” Alden questioned, placing a card.

As Kieran helped him onto his bed, tucked him under the blankets, he wondered what the answer would be.

“No more drinking.” Kieran declared as he left the bed and joined his brothers on the floating seat.

After a few tosses and turns, the door opening and closing as Thea set out on her latest trend, Basil came in to gamble with a handful of coins, and finally General Winter came in to check on Kit, who he had watched try and keep up with Altair the alcoholic. He brassed his hand over Kits forehead, who glared at him.

“I helped him raise his sister from the dead.” Kit muttered, Winter leaned down to hear him.

“What do you mean you helped raise his sister from the dead?!” He shouted, Kieran and Alden whipped around.

“You raised his sister from the dead, what is wrong with you!!” Kieran shouted, swinging from his seat.

“I love him, Kieran.” Kit stated, as his uncle came and folded his knees in front of him.

“I know you do. What made you believe you had to do that?” Kieran wondered.

“Because he asked me to.” Kit whispered, looking deeply into Kierans saddened slate eyes.

From the seat, Ash swung off and came to join the two on the bed but not before removing his dirty boots.

“If he asked you do shoot yourself in the head would you do it?” Kieran asked, holding up the blanket for Ash

“If it saves him.” Kit muttered, Kieran shook his head disapprovingly, as Ash laid next to his brother.

As both Alden and Denaruis came over, Kit was certain he would shoot him self in the head for Ty. Tiberius.

“You must reflect for a moment on that thought, surely you would not go to such lengths for someone who would not even visit you well you here cooped up with those faceless freaks.” Denaruis shamed.

Yet on of those very same freaks had allowed him into his house, his life, his heart and he had packed up and left with the very same people he had been protecting him from long before he was born.

“He was going through a hard time.” Kit cleared, as Alden came to the left of him and soothed his head.

“When people go through a hard time they drink. When people change the foundations of their futures, they become someone else. Someone you may not know.” Winter declared, coming beside Kieran, who held Ashes hand as he fished with the rings on his fingers.

“I do know him.” Kit stated, relaxing into Alden’s hand as he messaged his scalp with his soft fingers.

“You have an unclear version of love I believe. People who love you would not ask for you to do such things.” Kieran stated, Kit thought back to the many times he had wished for love in that lonely house, waiting.

“I know what love is, I’m not stupid.” Kit shot, gazing his drunken eyes over the tapestry of animals over him.

“I did not say you were, Scoldia. What does love mean to you, in your heart? Have you ever felt it?” Kieran asked, as Winter watched Ash glare at Kit, Kit glare at the ceiling, Alden glare at Denaruis and Denaruis at him

“A lot more than you have.” Kit shot, Kieran, already a tad impatient, took a breath before losing it.

“You think so? Do you think love is being left for dead with a pack of wolves, do you think love is being locked in a house with no key? As a prince at a top of a tower you are. You have no context of love because you have never had it. Love is not leaving you alone for weeks because they could not deal with you. Being forced to take pictures in the bath, to be seen nude as a statue. Thrown against walls, punched in your jaw,burned with cigarettes where the eye does not meet, beaten with a belt until your back was raw at your refusal. Some people are not capable of love, Kit. If you had ever been given any you would know this.” Kieran finished, trying to raise his alarmed voice.

“We needed money.” Kit breathed as he turned into the feathered pillow beneath his head.

“You needed a father.” Kieran murmured, shaking his head.

“You need a father.” Kit drunkenly answered.

“I killed my father and for good reason.” Kieran stated, as Denaruis nodded in agreement.

“Well, I didn’t kill my dad. We aren’t the same.” Kit shoot.

“You didn’t have to. His vileness still seaps within you.” Kieran spat, standing from the bed back to the seat.

“I could say the same for you.” Kit argued, causing Ash to slap his shoulder slightly and Alden to back up.

“If you wish for me to say that I am an awful fae so be it. I am awful, I am vile, I am mean. I am aware of my actions, I have never claimed to deny them. I murdered my father, the father of my brothers. I would never go back and change what I have done. He was an absolute horrid man, an abusive father and an awful king. Every night I go to bed with the information that I have done it for the better.

Same goes for slitting Erecs neck open, I would do it every day over, because although they may not live forever, the memory of it will in my mind. I did not do it for just myself, I have done it for every one of the members of my tower, who have insured his rein. I have found them inner justice as I hope you can as well. Do not let your upbringing affect who you will become, because I know in my soul that you are much more than a monster, a dealer, a snake, an informant. If you never see yourself as more, you will never be more.”

“But that’s all I know, what if I’m not good at anything else?” What if that is all I’m ever going to be?”Kit asked, allowing his eyes to glaze over with the wine.

“You must stop thinking about who you were and start thinking of who you are.” Alden cleared.

“I don’t know who I am.” Kit hushed, looking towards his elder uncle as his eyes glazed over into sleep.

“You will find out as we all do, through error. I did not become General over a night. You must fail before you succeed. We will find a way to rid you of the ghosts of your pasts.” Winter cleared, as Kit remained silent.

“Why were you drinking to begin with?” Kieran asked, now turning to face Ash.

“He wished to, I simply came along. I did not drink.” Ash verbalized, as Kieran rolled his dark eyes.

“Why did he wish to drink?” Kieran questioned, forming a pleasant dream in his hands for his nephew.

“It ‘tis all he has ever known.” Ash muttered, leaning into Kits chest and falling asleep same as him.

[tylermileslockett]

Each week we offer surprising and lesser known trivia facts about the selected mythic tale. So here we go! 7 fascinating facts you may or may not know 1. Semele's Tragic Fate: Before her transformation, Semele's excessive pride led to her demise, as she demanded to see Zeus in his full divine glory, resulting in her incineration.

2. Asclepius' Mortal Origins: Despite his divine status, Asclepius was originally a mortal son of the god Apollo and the mortal woman Coronis.

3. Asclepius' Healing Symbols: The snake wrapped around Asclepius' staff represents the cyclical nature of life and death, symbolizing the healing process.

4. Caduceus' Ancient Origins: The caduceus actually originated from ancient Mesopotamia as a symbol of peace and negotiation, not specifically associated with trade or communication.

5. Ganymede's Celestial Reward: As a reward for his service, Ganymede was placed among the stars as the constellation Aquarius.

6. Dioscuri Twins' Divine Bond: The Dioscuri twins were known for their unwavering loyalty and brotherly bond, often appearing together in myths and religious practices.

7. Leukothea's Tragic Past: Before her transformation, Leukothea was a mortal woman who was forced to sacrifice herself to save her brother from drowning.

[eleemosynecdoche]

Update: Artemisia of Cara wants to know if she can get a "dory" like mine, and if this is a blessing of Atalanta, Leukothea, or Cybele. Trying to remember the Iphis and Iphigenia story from Ovid to adapt for an answer.

"Red" Dorakeen from Roger Zelazny's _Roadmarks_: Runs guns to the Athenians at Marathon to try and reopen the sheaf of timelines that includes our own.

Me, presumably not from any novel: Shows up shapeshifted to be seven feet tall and outrageously proportioned, with a "muscle" cuirass and armored codpiece to fit, offering my services as a mercenary to the Great King Xerxes, all so I can make Herodotus froth and foam at the mouth when he hears about it.

[poseidons-trident]

Λευκοθεα

Leukothea was a sea goddess who came to the aid of sailors in distress. She was once a mortal princess named Ino, a daughter of King Kadmos of Thebes. She and her husband Athamas incurred the wrath of Hera when they fostered the infant god Dionysos. As punishment the goddess drove Athamas into a murderous rage and he slew his eldest child. Ino then grapped the other, and in her flight leapt off a cliff into the sea. The pair were welcomed into the company of the sea-gods and renamed Leukothea and Palaimon. Leukothea later came to the aid of Odysseus when his raft had been destroyed by Poseidon, and wrapped him in the safety of her floating veil.

[coffeenewstom]

Griechische Kaffee-Momente: Tom und der Palast des Phäakenkönigs I

Griechische Kaffee-Momente: Tom und der Palast des Phäakenkönigs I

Wellen, Wellen, berghohe Wellen umtosen den König von Ithaka. Sein Floß ist längst zerschmettert. Noch klammert er sich an die geborstenen Stämme. Jetzt droht ihn sein Schiff, einst zu seiner Rettung gebaut, mit hinab zu ziehen auf den Grund des Meeres. Da erscheint ihm Leukothea, eine ihm wohlgesonnene Meergöttin. Sie fleht ihn an sein Boot fahren zu lassen. Schwimmend soll er sich ans Ufer…

[mythologyfolklore]

Ares and Athena through the years - Ch. 13

Chapter Thirteen: The Odyssey, Pt. 01

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Zeus was doing his correspondence.

He was also mentally cursing himself for allowing Ares to go on his world trip.

The war god, who was always written off as stupid and incompetent had been a big help with the mail, but now Zeus was submerging in a sea of prayers, letters from both his own pantheon and from abroad, and complaints. Complaints en masse.

“'You won't be needing me', he said, 'That stuff is really easy', he said!”, Zeus grumbled irritably.

Then there was a knock on the door.

“Enter!”

It was Athena, who came in.

Zeus stood up. “My little Owl-Eye! So good to see you!”

Athena looked around, assessed the situation in one glance and grinned: “Too much paper stuff?”

“Too much paper stuff”, he confirmed.

“If I help you with all of that, will you let Odysseus finally return home?”

Zeus laughed heartily: “I was going to do that anyway! But how could I possibly refuse that offer?”

Athena beamed at him.

Cute.

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After doing the majority of her father's paper stuff and questioning how Ares with his lack of tact had done this all those millennia, Athena wasted no time in descending down to earth and onto Ithaka.

She had to take a look at the situation there – and to see, if the son of Odysseus was any good.

In the shape of an old friend of Odysseus' she went up to the palace.

Even from the outside, she could hear a lot of noise.

What the Tartaros is going on in there?

As she came into the yard, she saw strangers – probably the suitors of Penelope – playing boardgames to waste their time, sitting on the skins of bovines they had slaughtered and generally living the high life consuming the wealth of another, like parasites.

Soon she was noticed and approached by a young man with chestnut brown hair.

The sharp green eyes, so much like those of Odysseus, gave away who he was.

“Welcome, welcome!”, Telemakhos exclaimed, “Do come in, our respected guest! We shall give you the best we have to offer! And after you have eaten and refreshed yourself, tell us what brings you here.”

Athena could tell, that the young man was miserable at the situation, but he didn't show it.

He was nothing but polite and respectful towards his guest and readied her a place apart from all the insolent suitors.

“I don't assume you want to eat with this noisy crew”, he commented.

“No, I prefer to eat and drink in peace.”

Just a few moments later, the suitors came in, rude and hubristic as they apparently always were.

They were served and then forced a musician to sing for them. The man glared at them hatefully, but began to sing beautifully.

Telemakhos looked pained and murmured to the disguised Athena: “Would you lend me your ear?”

“Of course.”

“I hate this. I hate how these people consume the goods of another without care or compensation, while my mother and I mourn my dear father, who is most likely dead, even though some say that he'll come back one day. But our hope is dwindling from day to day. And we can't even give him an honourable burial, because his bones are probably lying on the bottom of the sea, where the salt water washes and bleaches them. But tell me, stranger, who are you, which family and what home do you come from?”

“My name is Mentor, son of Anchialos and Lord of Taphos. I'm a good friend of your father's and our fathers were friends before us (you can ask Laertes, I heard he lives away from here out of shame). I'm on my way to Temesa to trade precious metals and tissue. I wanted to pay you a visit, because I heard that your father was home. But apparently he's not. But I'm certain he's not dead either; perhaps some brutal and savage tribe is holding him captive and keeping him from coming home. Now I'm not a prophet, but I know for certain, that the Deathless Ones will grant him a safe homecoming soon. He won't stay away from home for much longer, I'm sure. But what about you? Are you really his son? You have his eyes, you do. I may not have seen him in over twenty years, but his face was hardly one I could forget!”

“He is my father”, Telemakhos sighed, “But I wish that rather instead of such an unfortunate man it was one, who could be here with his family, growing old in peace in his own land.”

Athena pitied the young man, but had to keep her act up.

“Now, now. Your family was made for glory and you're no different, I can tell. But tell me, what is this celebration here for? Those men there certainly don't obey the laws of hospitality, uncouth and shamefully as they're acting. Any sensible man would be ashamed.”

Telemakhos frowned – just the way his father always did.

“I'm not going to lie: there must have been a time, when this was an honest household, wealthy and abundant, while its master was still here. But just a few years ago, the entire noble population of this one and the surrounding islands have come to woo my mother and now they're feeding off our property. We can't get rid of them, they won't leave until my mother marries one of them. She loathes the idea, but she can't offend them by refusing outright, so she's putting them off for as long as she can. Meanwhile these parasites are eating my reserves and sooner or later they will surely kill me.”

“Mentor” was indignant. “By the gods, you really need Odysseus back home! Would he come through this door in full armour and make short work of them! Oh, for them to be taken by dark Soteira¹ and rot in the underworld!”

“I wish”, the young man muttered.

But the disguised goddess continued: “But it's all in the hand of the gods, whether he will come home and have bloody revenge. For now, this is my counsel, from an old friend to a young one: summon the council of the island, tell the suitors to leave and your mother, if she chooses to marry, to return to the home of her father, for a dower to be prepared. As for yourself, prepare a good ship with twenty rowers and travel abroad to inquire about the whereabouts of your glorious father. First travel to Pylos and ask Nestor and if he can't help you out, move on to Sparta, to the court of Menélaos – he came home last, as far as I know. Should they give you hope, that your father is still alive, hang in there for another year. Should you hear, that he's dead, make a burial mount for him, with many gifts, as is appropriate. Then eliminate all those insolent suitors. Haven't you heard of how Orestes gained glory by slaying the murderer of his father Agamemnon? You're no longer a child, you're a grown handsome man. Hesitate not. Defend your honour, so that future generations may speak well of you. But I must leave now – surely my crew is getting impatient down at the harbour!”

Telemakhos smiled warmly (that was his mother's smile): “Thank you for your advice, kind old man. But won't you stay just a little longer? You're my guest, how could I possibly let you go without a gift? A precious and pretty one-”

“I'm afraid I really have no time”, she chuckled, “But I will come back and till then chose a really beautiful guest gift! It will be returned with one of equal worth.”

Then she turned into a small owl and flew out of the window, leaving behind a stunned Telemakhos.

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Meanwhile Hermes had made his way to Ogygia, the island of Kalypso.

The nymph welcomed him and served him nectar and ambrosia and wanted to know, what he was here for.

Hermes, now refreshed, briefed her on the situation: “The King of the Gods has sent me to let you know his will. We happen to know, that you're keeping a poor man, who has been away from home for twenty years. Ten years he spent in the land of the Trojans, three lost at sea and seven years he has been languishing here, pining for home. This is the will of His Majesty: for this mortal to finally get home to his family, to reclaim his home and embrace his wife and son again. That is his lot, not to vegetate here, far away from his loved ones.”

Kalypso blanched and her eyes filled with tears.

“This … this is not fair! Why won't the gods allow, that a goddess may be happy with a mortal? Êôs loved Orion, only for him to die by the hands of golden-throned Artemis! Demeter loved Iasion, only for him to be hit by the Thunderer's lightning bolts! I saved this man, hosted and fed him, offered him immortality, so he would never grow old and die-”

“Êôs and Demeter were loved back”, Hermes countered, “Odysseus isn't happy with you. We see this man weeping on the strand day after da. Not every mortal wants immortality, Kalypso. Immortality is no blessing for a mortal, even though a lot of people think that. Odysseus needs his family and they need him. Let him go. Don't risk the anger of the King of the Gods.”

The nymph choked back a sob, but nodded.

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Poseidon was returning from a party in Ethiopia, when he spotted something he did not like: his nemesi- er, the mortal he hated, merrily rowing on the surface of his sea on a raft with provisions.

Within seconds he put two and two together: the other gods must have decided for Odysseus to be allowed to go home, while he had been away.

“Well, I'm not letting him off easy”, Poseidon grumbled and unleashed a mighty storm, house-high waves, deadly currents and all.

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Odysseus clung to his raft, as it was thrown back and forth by the waves and realised, that he was likely going to drown.

“Aw, shit!”, he muttered and held on tighter, because there was no way he would accept a death as inglorious as drowning.

But as he was clinging to his wooden raft, he soon saw the foam on one of the waves shift into the shape of a woman.

That was Leukothea, formerly Ino, the daughter of Kadmos and Harmonia and aunt of Dionysos, who had been deified by Poseidon, many centuries ago.

She pitied the struggling mortal thrown around by the raging sea.

“Poor man” she spoke, “What have you done to provoke the merciless wrath of Poseidon, that he wants to drown you so badly? But fear not, I'm here to help you. Listen: take off your clothes and everything that drags you down, then tie my scarf around your chest – it will save you from drowning. Once you have reached dry land, give it back to me.”

She handed him a silken scarf and dived back into the waves.

Odysseus frowned. Why would I need this, when I have a raft?

Right in that moment, said raft was torn apart by a particularly huge wave.

Never mind.

He did as the marine goddess had told him and took to swimming.

In the meantime Poseidon retired to his crystal palace on the bottom of the sea.

Odysseus spent the next two days fighting against the raging sea, trying to finally reach the shore.

All the while, Athena was with him, never once taking her protection away.

She stilled the winds and gave him the strength to swim long enough to reach the shore of the land of the Phaiakoi.

The long-suffering hero finally found a piece of strand, crawled onto the shore and fainted.

When he came to himself, he took off the anti-drowning-scarf and threw it back into the sea, back to its owner.

Then he turned his back onto the water, stumbled further inland and crawled under a bush.

Exhausted, hurting everywhere and too tired to do anything, he fell into a healing, restful slumber.

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Athena meanwhile entered the sleep of Nausikaa, the princess of this land, disguised as one of her friends. She inspired her to go out in the morning to do her laundry with her maids and maybe play at ball and Nausikaa woke up, resolved to do just that.

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Odysseus woke up to women's screaming.

He crawled out from under this bush, covered his private parts with a leafy branch and went to investigate.

Soon he came across a group of ladies, apparently looking for something.

When they saw him, they screamed and fled, all except for one.

She didn't seem to be afraid at all.

And perhaps she could help him.

So the former hero cleared his throat and with many a flattery asked her for help.

The lady introduced herself as princess Nausikaa of the Phaiakoi and gave him some of her father's clothes she and her maids had been washing earlier.

Once washed and finally dressed, he could feel a divine presence cast a spell on him.

When he stepped back in front of Nausikaa, he guessed that Athena had made him look younger and more stately than he actually was, because the princess proclaimed her hope to have a bridegroom as regal and handsome as himself.

Then she pointed him a way to the city, while she left for some place else.

One of her maids guided him and instructed him on how he should come to the king and queen to plead for hospitality.

He did as told and they received him kindly.

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Next morning, king Alkinoos called an assembly of the local nobility, introduced them to this stranger and informed him of his request.

They marvelled at the newcomer, whom Athena had given godlike beauty, so that he would find approval and be liked by the people here.

“This stranger – I don't know who he is – has been stranded here and beseeches me for help to return to his homeland”, Alkinoos explained. “No supplicant has ever asked us in vain for safe transport. So let's ready a ship and rowers and let him go where he wishes to, as soon as possible. But first we should host him according to the laws of hospitality. Let a great feast be prepared and summon our best musician.”

This was done and not much later, the entire nobility was gathered in his hall to feast.

Demodokon, the blind singer, entertained them with his beautiful music and sung of the glory of the Achaeans in the Trojan War.

The musical reminder of the events made Odysseus upset and he pulled the cloak he was wearing over his face, so no one saw him cry.

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Next was a small tournament.

The young Phaiakoi competed in all kinds of sports.

Odysseus was feeling too gloomy to participate in discus throwing, but when one of the young men provoked him and questioned his masculinity, he got so angry that he grabbed the biggest, heaviest discus at hand and threw it much farther than all the others.

“As you can see”, he turned to the stunned Phaiakoi, “I'm more than adept in the art of war and battle. If any of you wants to challenge me in another discipline, I'm more than confident, that I can best them. Except when it comes to running, as my leg muscles are out of shape.”

Alkinoos quickly pacified his guest and called to music and dance.

Odysseus marvelled at the dancing skills of the Phaiakoi, at the gracefulness of their movements and how their feet practically flew across the dance floor.

The singer Demodokon sang about the love of Ares and Aphrodite and of how her then husband Hephaistos had caught them in his golden net.

A pair of dancers performed a rhythmic ball play and everyone clapped along to the beat.

Odysseus turned to Alkinoos: “You praised your people as the best of dancers and it's really true! The sight astonishes me.”

That pleased the king and he ordered for rich guest presents to be given to the flatterer.

The man, who had provoked Odysseus earlier, gave him a reconciliatory gift (an iron sword² with a silver handle and ivory sheath) and an apology, which the older man gladly accepted and wished him, that he would never regret having given his sword away.

Evening came and after a nice bath Odysseus went to join another banquet, which was about to take place.

On the way he met Nausikaa and they bid each other farewell, as only men were allowed at the Symposion.³

As all men sat down to eat, Odysseus cut off a good piece of his meat and offered it to the grateful singer as a token of appreciation.

Demodokon continued his earlier song about the heroic deeds of the Achaeans in the Trojan War. Odysseus requested: “You sing so beautifully and accurately of those events! But now sing of the wooden horse! Sing of the thing that Epeios built with Athena's aid and which was brought to Troy, filled by Odysseus with warriors to raze Troy to the ground! If you can do that, I would be forever grateful!”

The singer did so and everyone was captivated.

But the memory made the war veteran weep bitterly.

When Alkinoos saw this, he ordered Demodokon to stop and asked Odysseus what the matter was.

“Also”, he added, “I still don't know who you are. What's your name, your family and the name of your home? Were you there in Troas or did you lose someone dear to you in this terrible war? A family member, a comrade or a friend?”

The other man wiped his tears away and stood up.

“I am Odysseus, son of Laertes, who beguiles men with cunning and beautiful words, whose fame reaches to the skies. I come from the bountiful island of Ithaka and I couldn't possibly think of a sweeter sight than my own home.”

The whole room was silent, as everyone stared at him.

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1) Soteira: "Saviour", an epithet to many goddesses. In this case a euphemistic epithet of Persephone. 2) The Trojan War is supposed to have taken place in about the 13th or 12th century BC, which was still in the bronze age. So an iron weapon was something special. Iron was hard to forge, because it requires a higher temperature than copper and tin (the components of bronze), but it's also tougher than bronze. Therefore it was in high demand and it would stay that way, during the iron age and beyond. But because it was harder to work with and for other reasons, it was a lot more expensive than bronze. 3) The Symposion (a banquet with music, dance and philosophical discussions) was for men only. Ancient Greek misogyny, everyone. -_-

[kurgy]

what’s up with Leukothea? 👀

:DDD

Leukothea is just the name one of her lovers gave her, she doesnt actually have a name, as she is the sea in every sense. she can sometimes take on a human form, though its technically made from sand and sea foam. she has done this seven times, each time gaining a new lover and producing a child before she returned back to the sea

each of her children contains a part of her, giving them unique water based abilities for them to discover that she indirectly guides into making the decision to come into her/the seas embrace to live together. she calls them from the sea, some hear it as a voice, a tune, or simply the crashing of waves to push them into seeking her out

shes benevolent, for the most part, but can grow angry by those who would disrespect her waters, causing raging storms and strong waves that could easily capsize a ship or flood a port town. she has little to no qualms over letting people drown in her waters, though sometimes she will spare the occasional shipwrecked sailor, unfortunate swimmer, etc.,

she longs for family, her motivation for conceiving children in the first place, to build them a palace made of coral and sea glass, where they can live together above/within her 

[anoixiwitch]

λευκοθεα - leukothea

goddess of the sea and protector of sailors

“once she had been a mortal and spoken with human voice,

but now she lives in the salt seas and the gods give her

the honour that is her due. She it was who now felt compassion

for Odysseus the persecuted wanderer; she flew up from

the waves as a seagull might, sat on the strong-bound raft

and spoke”

— The Odyssey