#lore Olympus helios

[lo-shouldve-been-an-email]

…what.

This is a genuine question,but does RS not realize that not all the titans were locked up after the titanomachy?the only ones punished were the ones who supported Kronos,and the ones that supported the gods and/or stayed neutral were just left to vibe.

For example,HELIOS(aka the GUY IN CHAINS) was not involved in the titanomachy and appears in several other stories not chained up(most notably in the odyssey and the story of Phaethon)

Also Helios isn’t the sun itself,he just rides the chariot.

[nyxenthusiast]

If Helios is in chains for being a (second gen) Titan, how come his sisters aren’t?

[demeterdefence]

oh we’re really just throwing any old thing in the blender WHY is helios fighting for the gods he HATES them

[that-guy-in-the-chiton]

[psyaurorak]

It’s so weird that Persephone is supposed to be this loving & compassionate goddess.

Like WHERE

Rachel needs to show us not tell us 😭

You can’t say she’s guilty but then don’t show her guilt!

Her actions give us the opposite impression.

Honestly I wouldn’t even mind it if she felt no remorse

But LO really made it so she’s perfect anyway.

[monstrumpuella]

The Sun ☀️ vs the Sky ☁️

[loganslowdown4]

Helios channeling Janus in Lore Olympus lmao

Bc f—k Virgil hahha

[incorrect-au-master]

So.... What does Poseidon think about Helios and his daughter Rhodos being married or a couple in general

Poseidon: my first thought when they starte hooking up was "how do they even do it?"

Poseidon: my second thought, when they started dating was "meh, good for her"

Poseidon: my third thought, when Zeus finally decided to put an end to his sentence was 'kay, he goes jogging anyway"

Poseidon: my fourth thought, when they announced their marriage was "WHYYYY??? MY BABYGIIIIIRL!!!"

Poseidon: and my final thought, when they finally have kids, will be: "HOW?"

[apollos-lyre-hehe]

why was Helios in chains, I'm kinda worried for him

he also seemed really sad?

[genericpuff]

Since you made a post about lore Olympus’ fashion,could you tell us what kind of fashion characters in rekindled usually wear?

For the most part, considering it's a modernized retelling just like LO, I try to focus on the character's personality first and then refine from there.

Currently where Kore is in her character arc, she's very cottage-core in her outfit choices, favoring light springtime colors that compliment her skin tone. She also often wears dresses and skirts both because she thinks they're pretty, and also because it gives her a lot more range of motion, she doesn't like being constricted or too revealing. Even when she wears dresses and skirts that are on the shorter side, she'll still usually be wearing leggings and/or shorts underneath. That said, her fashion choices will change and develop as her character does throughout the story, she has a few different phases that she goes through that start to go outside of her comfort zone, so keep an eye out for that ;)

On the flipside, Hades is often wearing pressed suits and has grown used to wearing the same wardrobe often as, like the rest of his life, he's fallen into a very standardized routine. That said, he also wears his Mortal Realm garb when he's doing his job addressing the mortals, as it's standard protocol to keep all modern amenities away from them (including expensive suits lol) That said, when we see him in more casual settings such as the Olive Branch restaurant, he and his brothers are usually wearing more modern Mediterranean outfits, including colorful button-ups and sandals (though Hades often still sticks to his darker color schemes as it's, again, what he's accustomed to). Like Kore, Hades will also be going through some fashion developments as the story goes on and as he learns to step outside of his own comfort zone. I've got some future suit ideas planned for when the story moves on, I wanna give him some more flair than his default settings from LO 😆 (trust me, that moment when Persephone teased him for wearing nothing but black suits is gonna come back into play eventually LOL)

Artemis and Hermes are both really athletic so their clothing often reflects that, they both like tracksuits and sportswear, though Artemis is seen a few times throughout the series so far wearing Mortal Realm garb because she's someone who's often working in the Mortal Realm.

Hecate is a lot of fun because not only is she a lot more androgynous, but I also get to come up with fun outfits that reflect the witch side of her.

Apollo is a very "slap it on and get on with the day" kinda guy (especially considering he works long shifts with lots of early mornings) so a lot of what he wears are hoodies, t-shirts, cargo shorts, sandals, etc. He doesn't need much to get by and considering he works with Helios, he never really needs to bundle up too much LMAO

Demeter is one of the only gods who's always drawn in Mortal Realm attire as that's where she mainly resides. This largely includes Mycenaean-style garb, such as the chiton and peplos.

I've found this particular site very helpful for providing both inspiration and context to specific outfits where Ancient Greek standards come into play. As for the modern outfits, it's really just about having fun meshing the characters' personalities in with modern fashion styles of Greek fashion. It makes for a lot of outfits that are made up of flowing fabrics with lots of color and movement accessibility.

Just wait until we get to Aphrodite and Ares though. Whooo I have plans for them LOL

[lo-shouldve-been-an-email]

…Rachel,I know he was mixed in with Apollo but do your fucking Helios research research-

Helios is the son of Hyperion and theia,not gaia if we’re going that route and not chaos if we’re going the other.

Actually,due to both his parents being children of Gaia and Ouranos,he should be saying “you should be helping me,grandson”

If you wanted an actually accurate moment,it should’ve been nyx.

[bighairybuffmen69]

RS Went Out of Her Way to Give Hades an Oedipus Complex.

Something struck me as odd when I saw images of LO’s pilot.

This was Rhea’s original design; she had galaxy skin like Kronos.

When Lore Olympus became a WEBTOON original, her design changed, which I honestly consider a good thing. Rhea was always associated with nature as opposed to space. So, did RS give her a more rustic design? Did she get her signature turret crown, or maybe a lion motif?

Nope.

Rhea, (who is described as an EARTH titaness within Lore Olympus itself) was redesigned…to be a pink Persephone clone.

And this isn’t a case where you can argue “oh, well everyone is a Persephone clone cuz same face syndrome, it doesn’t mean anything in-universe!!,” because in the comic, Persephone was established to be a canonical Rhea lookalike when Helios mistook a description of Persephone for a description of Rhea.

They have fundamentally identical designs, and both RS and the narrative know it.

On top of this, Hades describes both Rhea & Persephone to be very kind (and otherwise just similar personality-wise). So, um…Hades basically married a fun-sized version of his long-lost mom.

Which makes this line all the more disturbing.

Hades is interested in Persephone being titan-sized, and I feel like it isn’t a stretch to say this is a sexual thing. The fandom treats it as a haha funny joke, like “aw Hades has a giantess fetish lol 🤪” but I feel like everyone’s ignoring the fact that giant Persephone would look exactly like a pale Rhea clone. It’s not rocket science; large Persephone is basically just Rhea.

And Hades wants to see this….for fetish reasons?

RS knows what she’s doing. She deliberately redesigned Rhea to be pink (when she is canonically an EARTH titaness, and would’ve benefited far more from being a shade of green or brown). She went out of her way to create both physical and personality parallels to Persephone and Rhea, even having a character confuse a description of Persephone for Rhea. She threw in implications that Hades has a giantess fetish, meaning he’d be sexually attracted to Persephone when she’d look exactly like his mom. She made all these story decisions…to give Hades an Oedipus complex. There’s no classy way to put it; RS made Hades fall in love with a clone of his dead fucking mom.

You can’t even argue “oh, well, it’s Greek mythology!” because, correct me if I’m wrong, but Hades wanting to fuck his mom was nowhere in the original myths. Plus, RS has taken measures to remove incest from her story. Persephone is not related to Rhea in Lore Olympus, there is no reason she should look this much like her. This serves no narrative purpose, RS did it for shits and giggles, and it only makes Hades look like 10x more of a creep.

I’ll end this post with a little spot-the-difference between Rhea & Perse. To make matters worse, this is arguably the most Rhea-like Persephone has looked…and it was in Hades’ dream. So, uh, do with that as you will.

[mask131]

Greek mythology: A first masterpost

I finally decided to put together a masterpost gathering my posts about Greek mythology and Greek gods! I probably won’t get everything, because they are scattered throughout years of this blog, but you will have here all of the most recent ones!

Fighting the Misconceptions about Greek Mythology and Gods

The Hades/Zeus case

The Zeus case: Why such a messy love life? Part 1 and part 2 and

TV Tropes’ fanciful interpretation of Greek mythology: weird details and why the gods do not have a psychology and why them having a Classical Mythology page bothers me . Plus one of the problems of TV tropes (and the Internet as a whole) when receiving Greek myths . Plus my original post depicting my problem with TV tropes’ take on Greek myths.

Do not make things bigger than they were

Why are gods depicted old? (I will probably develop this little joke post into a bigger one later)

We always know but one version of a myth

The three interpretations of Greek mythology - by the Greeks themselves

The five things that, for me, make a “bad” Greek mythology interpretation or adaptation

I hijacked a post to talk about Riordan’s take on Greek gods (with some Lore Olympus in it): part 1 - part 2 - part 3

Various mythological details and topics

Zeus had others wives, you know?

My reaction to “Blood of Zeus”

A whole discussion about the fatness of Dionysos in art and media

I can’t praise enough the Greek mythology season of Jim Henson’s The Storyteller

Hephaestus, the straightest of all the gods?

Why not a black-haired Apollo?

A random detail about the Apollo/Helios situation

How many Muses? (This post was supposed to be the intro to a longer series looking at groups of Greek goddesses and deities in mythology such as the Charites or the Erynies, but given its low success the series was “cancelled”)

[tohokuu]

elysium rising - gojo satoru

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warnings : smut, fluff, angst, one sided friends to enemies to lovers, greek au, adultery/cheating, sukuna is an asshole, mentions of mass terror, blood and death.

underworld scenery inspired by lore olympus

a/n : reposting this with gojo. it’ll also be broken into parts so fill out the taglist form here ! 

pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4.

“she who walks the floors of hell finds the key to the gates of her own heaven, buried there like a seed.” 

-

it was your misunderstanding that the charming king of the underworld would ever leave you alone. it was fate that day that lead him to you; beautiful beneath the glow of helios, picking flowers from demeter’s vast garden. with him, he had brought an odd looking dog. “cereberus.” he told you. “his name is cereberus.”

to say the dog was terrifying was an understatement. he was well over four feet, three heads protruding from it’s shoulders. cerberus was white and covered in black spots, a dalmation variant. he resembled the king in a way; tall and intimidating. however, the king behaved nothing like the tales your mother had told you as a child. demeter told you about the way he ruled the underworld with an iron fist. he was ruthless and greedy, and certainly never cared about anyone else’s feelings.

perhaps that was true. true for everyone else except you. that day, he had approached you with utmost kindness. his smile was captivating and his eyes shone so much, that your mothers garden reflected in his eyes. “you must be y/n.” he said. his voice dripped like sweet honey on a hot summer day. you nodded, taking in his beauty. you fumbled over your words, not knowing how to respond to someone as grand as him.

he laughed and dear gaia, it was so beautiful. his laugh flowed with the winds, and you swore your mothers garden that you wanted to hear it forever. “my name is gojo satoru, king of the underworld. i’m sure you’re familiar with my two brothers, choso and sukuna.”

you nodded, obviously familiar with the grand sukuna, god of the gods. you knew choso too well, all your time was spent with either your mothers garden nymphs or his water nymphs. all three brothers ruled over the three realms together.

sukuna was always wrapped up in another woman’s arms other than his wife, hera. choso was always off to rescue stranded clownfish halfway across the sea, but there was never any news of gojo, or at least never any good news of him.

“the god of the dead” they said. the older nymphs told you stories of him, how he took advantage of everyone around him, how he separated from his brothers due to an argument several hundred years ago. they told you the stories of how he attacked mortal villages, bathing in the blood that painted the skies. the stories of the underworld were equally terrifying. various dark hounds haunting the streets, terrorizing the souls that resided there.

“i’ve met your brothers, yes.” you responded, not wanting to seem too wrapped up in your daze.

the king seemed nothing like the way they had told you. other than his terrifying hell hound, he seemed rather harmless, but that could have been how he deceived all his victims. after a slight feeling of discomfort overcame you, you tried to come up with the best excuse to leave.

“i have to go. i’m sure my mother is wondering where i am.” he nodded, stepping aside to let you through and you were positive he was staring at you from behind with the way your skin crawled.

how had the atmosphere changed so fast ?

-

it was several hundred years later that you had seen him again, an established young goddess overlooking the garden you had grown up in. everything was quite fine that day until one of your younger sisters strolled into the large home you and your sisters lived in.

“mother ! the king is calling for you. it’s an emergency. yuuji said you must make haste!” and without much word to you, demeter strolled out. you knew your duties, so it isn’t like you needed a run down of it from her anyway.

but you wish you had at least kissed her goodbye when the ground beneath you split. the earth swallowed you whole while your sisters frantically ran to your siide, but it was to no avail.

your mother was not gone for more than ten minutes. the world seemed like it had split open and you knew this was no ordinary storm. the lightning resembled the shapes and patterns on king sukuna’s body too much. 

this was his doing. 

the air had been so clear before, why was it pouring now ? had sukuna no mercy ? was this a ploy to snatch you away from the comfort and warmth of your home ? all the thoughts of what could have been happening rushed to your head. why ? how ? you could see the butterflies from before disintegrate to dust, your sisters screams and tears filled the wind.

you tried to snatch vines to hold yourself to the green realm, but it wasn’t working. each piece of shrubbery that you touched felt hot. 

the garden before you burned and the streams of water that used to be clear were now muddled with grime. you fell, and fell and continued to fall. you saw the ground open up. dirt, rocks, and lava poured past you. you gasped in shock as the rubble hit you. long hair blowing in the air blurred your vision, you couldn’t see at all. the grey sky became smaller and smaller until it was a diamond above you.

the wind rushed passed your head and your ears went deaf. what could you do but accept your fate? there was no one to save you from the place you knew you’d end up in. 

a sliver of you knew he’d never give you up. he wasn’t kind and once something fell in his domain, he didn’t let it go very easily. 

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Resonance [Chapter One] Fate [Qin Shi Huang]

A/n: this will be a short story collection. I will put the masterlist out shortly. Please enjoy. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged. The updates for this might be slow.

Warning(s): gender-neutral reader, Greek lore, questioning worth, lucid dreams, soulmate au.

No Minors Allowed!!

This is a dream. 

You know because you've had it before, more times than you would like to admit. And like those times before, it always ends the same way; with you on your side, writhing in sheer pleasure as someone wrecks you beyond reason.

It is realistic and carnal, as though it is not a dream. You can feel every single thing; the surges of pleasure and the rise and fall of their chest on your back as they thrust into you. It is no wonder you wake up each time a needy, hot mess, wanting more.

This morning is no different.

When you come to, the first thing you feel is the lingering touch on your heated skin, a phantom sensation that tickles your sex. However, they soon fade and yet again you are left with an itch you can not quite scratch. It is infuriating. You have tried, whether it be bringing someone back to your room or masturbating. No matter how enjoyable either is, neither of them compares to the phantom in your dreams. 

There is just something unique about them. It is the best sex you've ever had and that is truly sad. 

With a frustrated sigh, you leave your warm bed and go into the bathroom to wash up. Helios waits for no one, already bringing light into the world with his chariot. You can feel its warm rays pour through your window as you prepare. Once you are dressed, you leave the room and wander outside to take in the fresh flower-scented air. Chloris, the goddess of flowers appears to have visited. The sweet scent permeates your senses, inciting a hum. 

You rush down the stairs from your remote palace and pace across Olympus to the dwelling of your mentor. The Goddess of hearth and home had been kind enough to take you on as her mentee the moment you came to live here. 

No, you are not one of the main twelve, but during the Gigantomachy, a war between the Greek Gods and the Giants, led by Gaia, you had done much to assist Zeus and as a reward, he had granted you residence on the mountain, a generous offer that you could not decline, for you had no real purpose before as a lesser deity.

But now I do.

At the edge of the mountain overlooking the town of Litochoro, you come to a two-floor stone villa. Various Bosnian pines surround the house and to the side is a fenced-in pig pen. You walk up to the door and let yourself in, as Hestia had instructed many times before, hurrying into the living room where a gorgeous fireplace sits.

Picking up a bronze lantern decorated with a key pattern from the mantle, you ignite the lantern with a wooden stick using the flames in the fireplace, then you attach it to your belt. 

A gentle laugh turns your attention to Hestia, who walks into the room from the upper floor; a veil rests over her long blonde curls.

"I almost thought I would have to send for you," she states with a kind smile.

An embarrassed heat spreads to your face. 

"I apologize. Sleep did not come easy to me."

You opt not to mention the heated dream. 

"Morpheus has not been kind to you? I shall have a word with him," Hestia retorts.

"My mind wanders. It's not his fault," you lie.

You do not want to get Morpheus in trouble. It is doubtful that the God of Dreams and Nightmares is the one who gave you the lewd visions. 

"I hope you put to rest whatever thoughts might be troubling you," the Goddess states.

You do too, even though oddly, they are pleasant.

"If this task I have given you should become too much, you would let me know, would you not?" Hestia asks. 

"Of course," you answer. "But it is not too much. I rather like aiding Olympus in your stead." 

It is your task to maintain the hearth fire of the twelve, minus Hephaestus, of course. With the lantern, you can handle the flame from Hestia's hearth. It's a minor duty, but you take pride in it.

 

"I should get on. The others are waiting," you point out.

Hestia smiles and nods briefly. She then sees you out, waving as you rush from her villa back toward the way you came. 

For the next half hour, you traverse from palace to palace to complete your task, collecting a share of some form of material sacrifice from each of the deities, as promised to Hestia. 

It is when you visit Hermes, the God of trade and wealth - among many other things - in his abode that your life turns upside down. 

A mass of flames rests in your open palm as you sit in front of the burning fireplace in Hermes' home, waiting for him to return. You toy with it, rotating it around your hand and contorting it into the shape of a songbird. The heat does not bother you, though unfortunately you doubt you can manipulate all flames, only the ones given by Lady Hestia herself. 

That is why I must use the lantern when transporting them.

Or else her flames would vanish.

The soft sound of footsteps turns your attention to Hermes as he walks back into the room with a jar in his hand. You send the songbird back into the lantern and stand to meet him.

"Honey for my dear aunt," he points out.

You accept it from him. 

"She will be pleased," you state.

"That I hope," Hermes states. 

His calculating eyes trail over you for a moment, then he hums. 

"There is something different about you today."

You raise a curious brow. 

"Sleep deprivation perhaps." 

"No," Hermes states. "That is not it. You often come here looking tired."

Whether or not he notices your glare, he doesn't make mention of it. His keen eyes trail your body again before he widens them. You are taken off guard having never seen Hermes express such a strong emotion. 

"What is it, Lord Hermes?" 

He points a gloved hand down to your footwear, and when you raise a leg, you notice a thin red string tied around your ankle. There is another tied around the opposite and the length of them spreads further than you can see, leading outside the palace.

"What is this?" You ask in shock.

You try to remove it, but the string slips through your fingers as if it is intangible. It flashes in and out of sight for a moment before remaining seen. An air of panic consumes you. You fear this might be a curse.

"That is peculiar," Hermes states with a hum. 

"Do you know what this is? What does it mean?" You ask. 

The black-haired God hums. 

"I haven't a clue."

He leans down to examine the thread, watching as it slips through his fingers. 

"At first I thought it could be a prank. These strings are identical to the Divine Weapon that Apollo uses, except for the fact they can not be touched."

And the fact they are not shining like the sun, you opt not to mention.

"So I assume the Moirai put them on you for some reason," he adds.

Your eyes widen. Why would the Fates do this to you? What did it mean?

"Am I…about to die?" You ask in fear.

Hermes looks unconcerned. He stands and walks over to the fireplace to look into the fire. 

"Who is to say? I suppose you could ask the Moirai of your destiny. Running tasks for Aunt Hestia must not be what you are meant to do."

If not that, then what? You were certain that you had no worth other than helping out the Twelve Gods of Olympus. 

"I assume I will have to ask Lord Zeus for his permission to seek their aid," you utter. 

"That would be the best decision," Hermes agrees. "Though I suppose if you ask nicely enough, Apollo might offer you some incentive."

You groan. 

There is nothing wrong with Apollo, he is just extremely narcissistic.

"I shall speak with him tomorrow then. There is still much to do," you state. 

Hermes nods. 

"And I shall tell Lord Zeus that you might be coming by."

You are thankful. With a respectful bow, you leave his abode, intent on returning to Hestia with her share of the sacrifices.

I have a job to fulfill after all. 

Even though it isn't your true destiny. 

A dark cloud rests over your head, filling you with despair. You can feel Atropos, the Inflexible One, turning her scissors to your thread.

[psyaurorak]

Broke: Persephone is a perfect, amazing and compassionate goddess! Her act of wrath wasn’t her fault! It was everyone else’s clearly!

Woke: Persephone isn’t perfect and can be wrathful when people cross her. She isn’t guilty and believes genuinely that others deserved it.