#love Hera she’s sweet !

[my-name-is-apollo]

More gemstone carvings of baby gods!! (From the 18th-19th century)

Infant Zeus nursed by the goat Amalthea

Oceanus and Tethys being entrusted with the education of Hera

Hera entrusting Priapus with the education of Ares

Hephaestus, thrown from a cliff, is taken in by Thetis and Eurynome

Leto with Artemis and Apollo (more gemstones depicting baby Artemis and Apollo)

1. Hermes carrying infant Dionysus to safety 2. Hermes entrusting infant Dionysus to Ino and Leucothea

[kanansdume]

It's so sad that Hera and Sabine got distilled down to their entire personalities basically being "snarky." Like Filoni took the fact that Hera and Sabine had senses of humor that could, yes, make them snarky in Rebels, and revolved their ENTIRE personalities around that in the Ahsoka show.

Like in Rebels, Hera is snarky sometimes, sure, but she's also one of the warmest and most nurturing personalities on the show as well as someone who DOES believe in systems (good faith systems like the Rebellion, not like the Empire obviously) and in respecting that the leadership set in place has good reasons for their rules and orders. Hera is the person who gets upset if the OTHER characters choose to just do whatever they want rather than follow orders. So yeah, she's snarky, but that doesn't mean she's someone who just does whatever she wants. It means she's someone who has a sense of humor.

And Sabine in Rebels is snarky, yes, but she has an entire arc where she goes from being a literal bratty teenager who has some issues with authority and blind loyalty to being a merciful, patient, compassionate, mature adult who respects the necessity of making decisions based on the greater good. She does still like explosives, yes, but her snark and her appreciation for a good explosive does not make up the entirety of her personality. She acts like a bit more of a bratty teenager at the beginning because she IS a teenager in the beginning, but she grows OUT of that by the end of the show and over the course of MULTIPLE different arcs per season. The fact that she's snarky doesn't mean she doesn't respect good strategy and tactics OR that she'd abandon a ceremony honoring someone she loves that she's been asked to speak at OR that she's someone who would make the selfish choice that literally undoes someone else's sacrifice. It just means she happens to have a sense of humor.

Snark is not a personality nor is it something you can base a character's personality AROUND. And yet that seems to be exactly what Filoni has done on the Ahsoka show. They're snarky characters so that means that they disrespect authority, do whatever they want, and act based purely on emotion. How interesting. How unique.

[jennrypan]

...So Hera and Echo.

So..I guess fuck Hera and how she wouldn't fucking do that. SHES MARRIED!!!! ALSO "OLD FRIEND" OK so she just..never loved zeus??

And also..acting like she's finna die when gods can't actually die is wild.

And yay finally somethings happening but God.

...LEAVING HER HUSBAND FOR ECHO????M WHAJAI. I'm so-- annoyed. Hera would never. No.

Is blue her favorite fucking color??? The fuck.

[khrused-archived]

soft details for smut & intimate moments: [ 𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙴 ] 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 “𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝” 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

her touch is like warm rain trickling against her skin ────── washing her clean of doubt as careful hands guide her shirt up, oversized and loosely hanging off her frame, drifting past her waist ― her breasts, revealing tawny peaks to the cool midnight air... arms lift at @astremourante's voiceless command, breathless as amelia pulls tattered cotton from atop her shoulders and tosses it aside ― vibrant eyes never once leaving the grecian beauty sitting atop her hips, flushed and wanting...

hera squirms beneath the heat of the assassin's stare, heart racing as chest heaves with hot and labored breath; her teeth digging into the soft of her bottom lip once icy fingertips find her skin once again. a golden canvas bare for the taking, desperate to be claimed by her touch.... hand falls to rest softly atop amelia's fingertips, carefully guiding them up her body and to her lips, rewarding her touch with a sweltering kiss. words reach her then, muttered beneath a whisper as she nestles her nose into amelia's palm ― attempting to hide her blush beneath a kiss... perfect. she's never heard that one before, never believed she could. all her life she had considered herself broken ― cracked porcelain and missing her essential pieces, never once considering that with amelia's hand in her own, she's complete ― finally... perfect.

she descends upon her then with one swift motion, deep amber waves cascading off her cheeks as she claims amelia's lips with a greedy kiss ― tongue desperate to taste perfection as hips grind down, searching for friction and relief to the wet desire collecting between her thighs. " you ― " she starts, managing a whisper between hungry tongues and swelling lips, her own finger slipping into the corner of amelia's lips, as if to pause ― as if to ensure her words are swallowed down. " you make me feel that way... "

[ryrysakura]

Don’t forget to vote ! She’s a real pain in the ass honestly ! Have fun~ if you’re curious about her just click on her tag and look at her conversation with the other…

[toughguymatt]

Keep Going

Pairing: bf!Vinnie x fem!reader Summary: Making out in Vinnie's bedroom gets interrupted. Warnings: Language. Petnames. Sexually suggestive? Second Person POV. A/N: Just a lil blurb to dip my toes in the water.

His tattooed hands course against your lower back as you straddle him, fingers hidden beneath your shirt as the ceiling fan swirls above you. There’s no rush in the way he’s touching you, or in the way he’s kissing you. Vinnie's content with the softness of your tongue and the sweet breaths of pleasure that slip inside his mouth. 

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty. You know that, right?” He presses down against your hips, guiding the gentle friction between your clothed bodies.

“Vinnie…” Your skin is warm, tingling with the anticipation of more, but you can’t focus. You lift up, testing the back of your hand against the warmth of your cheeks.

Vinnie scratches at your thighs, his skin just as flushed as yours. “What is it, baby?” Your heart swells at the sight of him and your lower half aches. He looks so perfect underneath you, with half-lidded eyes and perfectly pink lips. “...You okay?” 

You shake your head from your thoughts and push a curled strand from his forehead. “Yeah, sorry. I just—” A faint call from behind Vinnie’s closed bedroom door interrupts you. You pout at your boyfriend. “I feel bad, Vinnie. She wants to come in.” 

“She’ll be fine.” Vinnie grips your hips once more, delicately urging you with his fingertips. “Let’s keep going.” 

Hera continues to cry.

“Vinnie.”

“Hera,” Vinnie warns. “Stop!” Hera meows even louder, scratching against the door wildly. Vinnie tosses his head back against the pillow. “Damnit. Cockblocked by my own cat.” 

“Don’t say that.” You drag two fingers against the scruff of his chin before sliding them down to his neck, connecting the distance between his moles. “She loves you.”

“I know,” Vinnie sighs. You and Hera were the two most important girls in his life. He couldn’t tell either of you “no” if he tried. “Can we,” he grabs your ass, “continue this later?” 

You gasp at the pressure of his hands and smack his chest. “You’re awful!” 

Vinnie smirks, still half-hard. “Yeah?” He bites at his bottom lip and pulls you closer against him, making sure you feel exactly what you’re missing out on. “Tell me how awful I am when I’m—” Hera yowls again and Vinnie rolls his eyes. “Oh my God.” 

You can’t help but giggle. 

“Okay, okay.” Vinnie relents. “Let me fuckin’ let her in.”

[percyluvr]

helloooooo!!!! can i request a percy jackson x daughter of hera!reader headcanons?? it would be pretty interesting to see hera having a child tbh

thank you if you do 💛

percy jackson x daughter of hera!reader summary: hcs for percy with a daughter of hera

when he first met you he was kinda worried bc he has beef with hera

but he's also confused bc wasn't she not supposed to have kids??

he expected you to be just like your mom

and you lowkey were

but you were a bit less.. uptight

but at the same time, u cant really blame her, her husband literally cheats on her so much

BUT ANYWAYS

i think u'd be so caring to him and he would love it SO MUCH

since hera is the goddess of marriage and childbirth, u would lowk take care of him like hes ur son

but like not in a weird way

u just care ab him so much that u baby him all the time

since both of ur cabins are always empty except for each other, u have sleepovers all the time

u have a pretty close relationship w ur mom, esp because ur her only demigod kid

percy isnt really jealous per say, bc he's decently close w poseidon, but like

he wishes he was that close with him

hera visits u in ur dreams a LOT bc she just loves u a lot

zeus is mad but she dgaf cuz ur her only daughter

and only kid

so obviously she's protective

esp when u tell her that u and percy r dating

shes at camp the next day asking u to introduce her to him

which ur like "mom pls y'all have already met"

and shes like "yes, but never when he was ur bf"

so u just go along w it bc u love her

they're lowk beefing bc she doesnt want u to get hurt

but as time goes on she realizes how much percy loves u and cares abt u

and she thinks ur the cutest couple ever

she is ready for yall to get married bc shes gonna throw the most extravagant and perfect wedding

and shes so excited esp bc ur the only kid she's going to be able to do this for

have i mentioned that she loves u a lot?

ANYWAYS

yk how in like house of hades and i think chalice of the gods when percy looks at annabeth and is js like "i cant wait to marry her and have kids"

yeah, hes like that but 300000x

and he's so excited bc he knows that ur gonna be SUCH a good mom

people always think ur weak bc ur mom "lets herself get cheated on"

or whatever dumbass shit they be saying

but u prove them wrong

mothers r fr the most powerful people in the UNIVERSE

and ur basically a mother bc u take care of everyone at camp

ur always at the infirmary helping the apollo kids bc its just in ur nature to love taking care of people

and percy always comes in with even the smallest little injuries

and it just warms ur heart to know that he wants to come see u even when ur working

u take care of the little baby pegasi too omg

gn thats so cute

imagine if blackjack had a lil baby pegasi and u took care of it

and percy is just like

melting

ur so sweet to them even if theyre "just horses"

it makes him so excited to have kids w u

whenever u see a little kid

or like a younger camper

u always tell him that u cant wait to go to new rome uni and then get married and have kids w him

the two of u are just so excited for the future with each other fr

i just think the two of u would be taking care of the pegasi and u would fall asleep in the hay after staying up talking

big surprise for the kids that have riding lessons that morning...

yall werent embarrassed tho cuz u have no shame fr

well, u have shame

percy has none

not the point.

everyone at camp sorta sees u as a mother and they always come to u

lowk camp therapist

bc they NEED one real bad

but it doesnt bother u bc u love to help them

ur always trying to fix problems at camp

and its very upsetting for you when you cant, and percy is always there to comfort u

ur lowk a meddler like ur mom

but its okay bc ur just worried about ur friends

i think that u would maybe have some soothing powers kinda like a hypnos kid, where u can like calm people down or put them to sleep

i also think that percy would suffer from panic attacks after his nightmares

so after he has a nightmare, you're there and if you can't soothe him with your words you just use ur powers

u can't stand to see him like that

it just upsets you so much

percy is so grateful for ur powers, but hes even more grateful for you

i think ur a lot more relaxed than most people at camp

and u dont really see the point in doing dangerous things for fun

which is different for percy, but he really does like it

he likes that he can just go to you and ask to relax and ur always down for that

its a change of pace that is definitely welcome and necessary in his life

ur definitely more of a rational thinker than him, so u stop him from doing some pretty stupid things

but u would never stop him from having fun

or doing thing that are important to him

ur relationship is lowk the blue print

yall just take care of each other fr

and ur like an old married couple which u two get teased ab

but u dont care

cuz u cant wait to get married lol!

a/n: this was a vv interesting request to write and i honestly loved imagining what a child of hera would be like so thank u for the req!

[ifevilz]

please, on behalf of all the greek deities, I beg for more fanfics with the most perfect and crazy goddess of the greek pantheon, HERA. she is so hot, angry and possessive. despite all her hard layer, we know that there is the sweet hera kind, compassionate, diplomatic and loving. she just needs to be truly loved, for god’s sake. she is the best goddess, despite her crimes committed by anger. I understand her, and I love how creative and cruel she is with her punishments. she has several layers, toxic and healthy. anyway, I love her and would love that she had more stories.

(I love the way she is in the anime “blood of zeus”, I miss your peacocks but I like the aesthetics of the crows. my wife can do anything.

[aryxchse]

who did this to you? | percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.

a / n : didn't wrote about my husband in a long time now

warnings : blood mentioning, passing out, dark-ish percy, cursing, enemies to lovers, book percy is my babe fr

percy was never the guy who judged the book by it's cover.

he had every type of friends. clarisse, who was the daughter of ares, the second god he despised the most. annabeth, which was his father's arch nemesis athena's daughter. thalia, the girl he couldn't get along at the first but realised they were same in different fonts, which was the daughter of zeus. also the arch nemesis of his father.

he loved his friends deeply. he was loyal to them to death and he always believed that they weren't their parents. until he met you.

you were the daughter of.. well.. hera. ranking the first in his 'i-would've-killed-if-i-had-the-power.' list. and ares with a red marker under her.

the moment you felt his judgy and awkward aura around you, you decided that you should hate him. you tried to love him, which was easy, believe me. but you always thought he hated you too, so you get along with it.

percy jackson never hated you. he was just scared from you. scared from the way you sometimes did acted like your mother. and if you would've turned out like her some day.

but you never did. you were always the same gentle, sweet, caring and motherly girl. at least to others. percy jackson was just keeping up with your attitude, the attitude he created unknowingly.

until one day, you came back to argo ii from your quest with jason and annabeth, all bruised up. jason was carrying you on his back while annabeth held your hand tightly, tears perking in her eyes.

"percy, hazel, everyone! come here please!" annabeth shouted as jason put you down gently. you rested your back to some wood wall that you didn't recognised at the moment. annabeth still held your hand, and you smiled. blood running down from your lip. "annie, m' okay." you mumbled, squezzing the girls hand.

"don't talk love," annabeth caressed your hair as the others rushed up to the main deck. hazel rushed to your side, giving you some ambrosia.

"what happened?" you heard percy ask, voice weirdly shaking. you closed your eyes and the sun suddenly was gone with someone's shadow. "hey, y/n, look at me," someone cupped your face. you slowly opened your eyes and saw percy staring at you. he had that worried face you loved so much, but never saw directed to you until now.

"who did this to you?" he asked, also looking at annabeth and jason. "who did this to her, jason? annabeth?" he asked them. you heard jason sigh.

you heard some mumbles coming from jason before you fell asleep, too tired to keep staying up.

when you woke up, someone was holding your hand. it was annabeth, who smiled the moment she saw you woken up. you smiled back, warming up with her caring behavior. "hey annie."

"hey sweetie," she said, getting up from the chair and sitting next to you on the bed. "how are you feeling?"

"great," you answered. and you did feel great. you were all bandaged and the ambrosia you ate earlier gave you energy. "what happened after i passed out? what happened to the monster?"

annabeth had a grin on her face that you saw only in special occasions. shipping kinda occasions. "well, after jason told everything that happened to percy- you remember he's asking you who did it right?" she asked.

"yeah, yeah i do. the last thing i heard was jason mumbling," you explained and she nodded. "after percy finding out who did it, and you passing out at the moment, he uh.. destroyed the monster. yeah, i think that's the perfect word for it."

she giggle at the shocked expression on your face. "i don't think the monster will reborn even, that's how crazy he went."

annabeth caressed your hair, the gentle expression she usually had coming back. "aside from the jokes, he's really worried about you. you passing out did not helped him. i could send him here, if you want."

"that would be wonderful annie," you finally managed to whisper, smiling at the girl. she returned the smile and gave your hand one last squeeze before getting out from your quarter.

not so after, percy ran into your room and closed the door behind him. "thank gods," he whispered, rushing to you. he embaced you in a hug that could easly broke someone's ribs. but you only chuckled, hugging his neck. "hello shark boy, missed me?"

you meant this question to be a joke to wipe away the awkward sitiuation between you two, but he seemed to get this seriously. "so much." he whispered into your neck, caressing your hair gently. "thought i lost you for a sec, pretty."

the pretty was new. he called you many things, not mean ones of course, but many things. the pretty was new, and it wasn't meant to annoy you. this was new too.

"nah, you're not getting away from me that easy jackson." you chuckled, inhaling his scent. the first time you actually hugged him, and finally find out what was the fuss about his hugs. they were the best. the ones that made you feel safe from everything, even from your thoughts.

"i know, it was stupid of me. i should've guessed the y/n i know wouldn't leave that easly." he finally pulled away, quickly wiping his face with the back of his hand. was he crying?

"hey perce," you finally looked at his eyes. he never saw this soft expression on you, at least not looking at his way. at that moment, he was scared of what he could do to see you looking at him like that all the time.

"yeah?" he asked gently, holding your hands in his. you thought you should return the care, so you caressed his hands with your thumbs.

"thank you." you said. "for, in annabeth's words, destroying that monster. and for getting worried about me."

he smiled. a geniune smile you only saw giving to his friends. "anytime angel, would fight the gods for you." he said, looking at you with puppy eyes.

"i'm sorry for acting like the way i did," you said, ignoring the butterlies dancing in your stomach. "thought you hated me."

"hate you?" he shouted a bit, squeezing your hands. "i never hated you. i thought you hated me."

"i did!" you bluntly said, and that earned a chuckle from him. "because you judged me because of my mother!"

"no! i swear i didn't mean that to happen," he said quickly, sitting close to you. "i was just scared you'd be all.. mean like your mother. but i realised you weren't and i was so late to fix everything. you were already hating me."

you only sighed, and looked at your intertwined hands. it made you touch your foreheads, and he leaned to you gladly. "i was so scared i lost you before i even made it up." he whispered.

"don't worry, i'd haunt you." you laughed, and he laughed along with you.

you pulled away your one hand to caress his cheek, which he accepted the touch happily. his gaze suddenly flickered to your lips, and the next second he was leaning in.

"would you like to know another fact?" he said, grinning like a devil. you nervously smiled, thumb caressing his jawline. "what?"

"i wanted to kiss you for a sickingly long time now," he said quietly, leaning in until your nose touched. you prayed to every olympian that he wouldnt hear your heartbeat, beating crazy inside your ribs.

"yeah? i knew you had a thing for me," you teased, holding his chin in your fingers. he only continued grinning, his breath hitting your lips. "you were stupidly obvious about it."

"i don't give a single fuck," he breathed out before smashing his lips onto yours, eagerly kissing you. his hands cupped your face and you gripped his shirt.

the kiss felt like it was bound to happen. like it was a prophecy becoming true. you secretly knew this would happen eventually, because he indeed was stupidly obvious about his feelings. you always thought percy jackson hated you, but everytime you turned your head, he would be there. standing by your side.

you pulled away only to breath, lips still few inches away. "i had a thing for you too, if you couldn't tell." you chuckled. he let out a breathless laugh, annoyingly hot.

"yeah i figured it out," he said. then he finally looked away from your lips to stare deep in your eyes, grinning. "you're stuck with me now angel. prepare yourself to see me everytime, attached to you by the hip."

"when did i never?"

[balletfilmss]

HOME TO HER

✸ pairing: percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader smau

✸ notes: requested by @aryxchse!! i tried out tweets with this one bc i think they’re SO fun so lmk what you think 😚

…now playing: you & i — one direction

itsyn: dear camp jupiter, you can’t keep him, he’s mine 🤍🫶

tagged: itspercy

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itspercy: they couldn’t keep me away from you even if they wanted to

╰┈➤ itsyn: they better not try again bc i have a bow and arrows and ik how to use em

╰┈➤ itspercy: use them next time your mom tries to square up w me

╰┈➤ itsyn: 🤺🤺🤺

wise.girl: HEY I (unfortunately) TOOK THAT SECOND PIC, WHERE’S MY PHOTO CRED???

╰┈➤ itsyn: pic creds to my amazing sweet gorgeous angel spectacular best friend annie 🫶

╰┈➤ wise.girl: thank you 😌

pipermcqueen: third pic is the best photo i’ve ever seen of percy

╰┈➤ wise.girl: because his face is covered?

╰┈➤ pipermcqueen: YES MAAAAAM

sunshinesolace: yall they got matching users, ain’t NOBODY separating them

╰┈➤ itsyn: damn straight 😤

╰┈➤ sunshinesolace: damn HUH?? WHO?? WHERE?? LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER

╰┈➤ itsyn: AJSHSK THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT AND YOU KNOW IT

itspercy: i look fly as hell in that first pic 😮‍💨

╰┈➤ pipermcqueen: someone humble this man rn

╰┈➤itspercy: PIPER LET ME LIVE

praetor.reyna: girl TAKE HIM PLEASE

╰┈➤ itsyn: don’t worry rey, i’ll keep him on a leash or smth and away from you <3

╰┈➤ itspercy: HELLO??

╰┈➤ itsyn: the leash can be blue, now shush

╰┈➤ itspercy: 🫡

…now playing: work song — hozier

itspercy: sorry future mama-in-law, but you could never make me forget her

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jaygrace: hera throwing a temper tantrum over that caption rn i just know it (i don’t mean it, queen, pls don’t hurt me 😇)

╰┈➤ itspercy: hoes mad 🤷‍♂️ (hoes is obviously jason…just in case anyone was wondering)

╰┈➤ itsyn: shut up rn, both of you

itsyn: im not crying, you’re crying

╰┈➤ itspercy: NO BABY DONT CRY

╰┈➤ itsyn: IT’S TOO LATE TO SAY THAT 😭😭

wise.girl: WHO TOLD THIS MAN ABOUT HOZIER???

╰┈➤ itsyn: um, guilty?

╰┈➤ itspercy: hozier is me in disguise bc that song WAS written about my sweet girl yn

gman_: why do you always have THE MOST INTENSE EYE CONTACT W THE CAMERA LIKE???

╰┈➤ itspercy: fabulous genetics, courtesy of the queen (MY mom)

itsyn: i love you water boy ☹️

╰┈➤ itspercy: i love you more angel

╰┈➤ itsyn: IMPOSSIBLE

╰┈➤ itspercy: POSSIBLE

╰┈➤ itsyn: WE’RE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN

jaygrace: IMAGINE getting all your memories back

╰┈➤ pipermcqueen: JASON STOP TRAUMA DUMPING IN THE COMMENT SECTION 🗣️🗣️

╰┈➤ itspercy: it’s okay bro, all you’ve gotta remember is me

frank.zz: if juno comes for your ass over that caption, i am NOT helping this time

╰┈➤ itsyn: haven’t you been observing, frank? if she tries again imma get her, obviously 🙄🤺

╰┈➤ itspercy: problem SOLVED

praetor.reyna: imma get you a shirt that says “if lost return to yn” so we don’t have this problem again

╰┈➤ itspercy: and i will wear it religiously, give

itsyn: NO GRAVE COULD HOLD MY BODY DOWN

╰┈➤ itspercy: I’LL CRAWL HOME TO HER (you)

╰┈➤ itsyn: 🤭🤍

[theoihalioistuff]

Do you have any information on misconceptions about Hades & Persephone? I'm not well read but all the portrayals of them as a #goals power couple doesn't seem quite right to me (also am I losing my mind or did Persephone get girlbossified?) I could be totally wrong of course! There's a lot to learn in the world. Hope your day is good ^-^

Hi Anon! Sorry for taking so long to reply, (I'm in the middle of exam season and have tons of work to do T~T)

There's a lot to unpack here, as this is basically the most popular greek myth nowadays and one of the most affected by misinformation and people spreading their headcannons as facts. Broadly, in every surviving account their marriage is a forced abduction, where Persephone is very much unwilling. For example in the Homeric Hymn to Demeter (our earliest and most complete source): she cries out in fear for help as she's seized and dragged away under the earth "So he, that Son of Cronos, of many names, who is Ruler of Many and Host of Many, was bearing her away by leave of Zeus on his immortal chariot — his own brother’s child and all unwilling", is mournful and despondent until she gladdens at the news of being brought back to the surface and reunited with her mother, is "grieved to tell the tale" of her abduction, and finally is not so much tricked as force-fed the pommegranate "I sprang up at once for joy; but he secretly put in my mouth sweet food, a pomegranate seed, and forced me to taste against my will."

On the other hand, it's true that their marriage is one of the few where they are presented as standing on equal footing and ruling jointly (compared to, for example, Zeus and Hera, where she's generally very much subordinate to him), to the point where Persephone frequently eclipses her husband as sovereign in myth (sending forth the dead in the Odyssey, recieving Herakles when he goes to the underworld, permitting the return of Sisyphos and Alkestis, etc.) and it's widely theorised that Persephone predates Hades in her role as ruler of the underworld. Also in several parts of Magna Graecia their marriage seems to have displaced Zeus and Hera's as the ideal model in cult.

I get the appeal many feel for the myth (though also frankly sometimes get a bit tired of it), but regarding original sources I would certainly hesitate to call a kidnapping and a forced marriage a #goals power couple. As for Persephone getting "girlbossified", I completely agree and find it really disappointing how in most so called "feminist retellings" the only sort of shallow "empowerment" she gets is "fiercely stricking a pose and looking cunty in black next to her bad-boy misunderstood sweetie of a goth/millionaire fifty-shades-of-grey husband."

All that aside, for a great retelling that in my opinion successfully presents Hades and Persephone as a compelling love story and skillfully avoids the pitfalls where most other retellings fall short, I can't recommend @a-gnosis comics enough. They're really well researched, original, beautifully drawn and peopled with actually well written characters (non-perfect, endearing, interesting, etc.) instead of 2D caricatures. She balances a delightful romance without ignoring and addressing the beats of the original myth (as much as possible anyway, no easy feat in my opinion), and all her comics are free to read on her tumblr, deviantart and comicsfury. I really recommend them to anyone interested!

[neo-nomatrix]

The Head of Aphrodite

Aphrodite!Gojo x Ares!reader

word count: 1072

summary: You, goddess of war, go into battle with your beloved, god of love.

banners by: @cafekitsune and @saradika

warnings: idk historical inaccuracies? i tried to follow some parts of the iliad. i was originally gonna do this with aphrodite!reader and ares!gojo (or toji) but this happened. coercion by gojo. uhh gods fight mortals??? idk i needed an excuse to put them into battle and realized that it doesn’t make sense in the middle of writing

You betrayed your own mother for your beloved.

Since the beginning your mother and you had sided with the Greeks during the Trojan war. Your mother despised the Trojans. After Paris, the prince of Troy, had said Gojo was more beautiful than her. Although you agreed, she was still your mother. Yet, you were only in love with one. Gojo Satoru, God of beauty and love, the most gorgeous being through the living and the dead.

“Please, my love,” Satoru begged from beneath you.

He often did this, groveling at your feet at any chance he could get. You’re sat on your throne, a beautiful creation made of leather, metal, and skulls. It’s a drastic difference from your dark demeanor to Satorus constant beam of light following him. Your skin is adorned in your armor, face resting on your hand in boredom. His white tunic slips off his shoulder as you look down at him, revealing a chest chiseled by Pygmalion. His skin glowing radiance. He caresses your bare legs in his arms, kissing up your calves and thighs. Whispering sweet nothings to you, in hopes of convincing you.

“My loyalty is supposed to lie with the Greeks, you know this, my love,” you say back.

“No. Your loyalty lies with me,” Satoru says back, his eyes turning suddenly dark before shifting back to his mesmerizing blue ones.

“My mother would-“ you begin before Satoru cuts you off.

“To hell with Hera! She only wants you on the side of the Greeks because the Trojans worship me instead of her. You really believe she is worth more than me? Your lover?” He begs, voice almost whimpering in despair.

“What do they have to offer me?” You ask.

“Brutality. The Trojans are men of war! They will not rest until the battle is done, they are true soldiers,” The God says, knowing you would take a liking to a barbaric nature.

“You’ll be fighting by my side, my goddess,” He continued.

“Joining the Trojans would be joining the losing side. I only win,” you argue with him.

“why must you be so difficult?” Satoru thinks to himself.

“You would rather fight against me? Is that how you see me, my dearest?” He says, knowing it will push your buttons.

“I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it,” you say, irritated by him.

“But you did! You would rather fight with me, your lover, the god who is the reason for all your pleasure, because it means you would win a war that doesn’t even matter to us!” He reasons.

“Satoru, you started the war! You are insufferable, i’m beginning to actually want to fight against you,” Your fuse is about to blow.

“Oh, sweet girl,” Satoru muses at you.

He begins to make his way up your body from his pathetic position. Slowly touching your body, from your ankles up to your face. He presses soft, pleasuring kisses, to every part of your body he can reach. He easily finds the sweet spots on your neck and teases at them.

“Join me, my goddess. My all powerful being, creator of destruction and war,” he whispers against your skin.

“Fine,” you mumble back.

It’s not your proudest moment. A goddess who has put men on their knees due to a simple look. A goddess who has won, and started, hundreds of wars. The goddess that has been broken down so easily. A small bit of begging and touching makes you crumble. Gojo knows he has won. He smiles against your lips.

“I knew I would win.”

You’re drenched in the blood of mortals. You know none of it is yours because no warrior has yet to even come close to you with their blade. You are the Goddess of the war. Subsequently, many did not take a liking to you. Most did not worship you, and you don’t mind. You relish in slaughter and bloodlust, why would a few (thousand) mortals hating you make a difference? If it really mattered to you, you could just kill them too.

Satoru looks ethereal on the battlefield. The god of beauty really doesn’t take a day off. When you spot him he’s wiping off blood from his face, bodies surrounding him. He pulls out his grand sword from the body of a soldier, face turning into disgust when he sees the gruesome scene around him.

In contrast to you, many worshiped Satoru Gojo. They adored him. He was charming, handsome, kind, handsome, funny, and was handsome on the list? Satoru Gojo is a sight even among Gods. The mere thought of him to mortals was enough to send someone into shock.

It was no surprise when you heard a soldier talk about taking his head as some sort of trophy. Even if not surprising it still enrages you. The thought of disgusting mortals even thinking of taking your lovers head made you want to wipe out every living being on the planet.

You create a path to these said men. The aura surrounding you smelling of death. Your sword gripped in your hand. You wish for them to suffer. Your steps hold so much power the ground shakes beneath you, causing the men to fall. You begin stabbing into their chests, piercing their stomachs through the armor. Until you take one by the hair, and in one swift stroke their head comes off their body. Face going limp, stuck in an expression of fear.

Unbeknownst to you, Gojo was watching you. He was taken aback by you. The sheer power you held with you. Your muscles gleaming in the smoky air, sweat and blood decorating them. He has never seen something so attractive in his life. If he were to describe true beauty, he would say you.

You turn to him with an angry smile on your face. The once living head turned into a skull at your command. Simply another death to add to your collection.

Still seething you approach Gojo. Looking him in the eye. A dark presence follows you while your lover is surrounded by a light one. His head pounds in adoration for you. He has never felt like this in his entire life. You throw your sword into the ground, eager to touch Satoru. You calloused hands wrap around his biceps. You stare at Satoru in the eyes, his hand wrapped around your waist.

“No one touches what’s mine.”

[rs-hawk]

Nobleman Minotaur Part Three

After your official debut, Minotaur started avoiding you even more. It hurt. You tried to find reasons to be around him, but he always found an excuse to leave quickly. You had thought the two of you had grown closer, especially after the dance you shared. You thought maybe he liked you, but maybe you were wrong.

One day, you were walking through the garden, lazily picking grapes from the vine, with Pasiphae appearing in front of you. "Your Rarity!" you gasped, quickly dipping your head, grapes dropping from your hands as you grabbed up your dress to curtsy.

The immoral laughed, setting her hand under your chin to draw it up. "No need for such formalities, Princess. I've come to check in on your family, and my son. Have you seen him?"

Your face fell as she took her hand back. "I don't know, ma'am. Minotaur has been avoiding me lately."

"What did you say?" her voice sounded hard, angry even. It sent a chill down your spine.

"Minotaur has been avoiding me," you whispered, your throat felt tight as you repeated your sentence.

"Is that what you all have been calling him? No wonder he has been avoiding you," while she didn't mean it as cruelly as it came across, it still struck your heart.

"Is that not his name? I thought-," you started, only to be cut off by a wave of her hand.

"That is the name my last husband called him. The name given to him by nurse maids to try to appease him, as if he were Hera and my lovely boy was Heracules. No, Minotaur is not his name, and never had been," she sneered, looking towards the building where your love had been residing.

"Why would he never correct me, or anyone?" your voice quivered as she began to take long strides towards her son's home, and you followed obediently.

"Asterion has always been a curious child," she paused, sparing a glance over her shoulder at you. "Even curse aside."

"Asterion? Is that his true name?" you asked as you rolled the name on your tongue. It tasted like a warm blanket and honey tea.

"Yes," she said with a smile, coming to the stairs leading up to his doors. "A strong name for a strong boy."

Lifting her hand to the door, she rapped lightly on the door. It only took a moment for her son to open it, though his eyes went immediately to you. Under his gaze, your face flushed. It was so intense. How could he look at you like that and then not even want to speak a word to you?

"Oh, am I interrupting something?" Pasiphae grinned, looking between the two. "I thought you said my shy son had been avoiding you."

"He has been," you muttered, your cheeks glowing redder.

"Mother," he groaned, though you thought maybe you saw a blush under his fur.

"Alright, alright. I won't push," she smiled as she made her way inside as he side stepped to let the two of you in. "I just wanted to check in on my sweet boy."

"I am doing well. Y/N and her family are exceedingly kind to me," he said in a quiet voice, side eyeing you.

"And yet you haven't even told the poor girl your real name. Are you ashamed of it? I agonized over your name," she puffed up her cheeks playfully, glaring at her son.

"Of course not, but everyone already knows me as Minotaur, so it just felt strange. It's not like anyone actually referred to me as Asterion... before," his eyes were downcast, his tail and ears drooping.

"I like it," you chimed in, rubbing your arm nervously. "I think it suits you."

"Thank you," he muttered back just as shyly.

"I think I will continue my visit with the King and check back in later," his mother nearly purred as she gave you a slight shove before stepping back towards the door. "You two should get better acquainted, I think. I can trust the two of you unchaperoned, can't I?"

Minotaur, no, Asterion, glared at her as she rushed away, laughing lightly. He didn't understand how she could be borderline cruel to her. She knew him better than anyone else. She had to know how his heart had always ached for love and kindness, and here you were, all of that embodied. You looked up at him through your dark lashes, the blush finally subsiding. Gods, it was such a gorgeous sight.

"So, you haven't been avoiding me. Then what has this all been about?" you said in what you hoped was a playful tone.

He was definitely blushing under that fur. There was no doubt in your mind about that with the way that he was acting. "I have been trying to be respectful."

"How so?"

"You are a Princess. It's not as if I am really deserving of the kind of attention I... well," he ran his fingers through his hair as he looked away. "Well, the kind of attention that I wish you would give me. I might have a title, but most will always see me as a monster."

"What kind of attention do you wish that I would give you?" you were breathless, your blood pounding in your ears. He shrugged and didn't respond. "I don't see a monster when I look at you. I see a man. A man who has been through so much. More than anyone else could imagine. A very handsome man."

His eyes met yours quickly as he jerked his head up to look at you. "Please, don't say things you don't mean."

"I would never," your voice was strained. Your mouth dry.

Cautiously, you took a step closer to him. He let out a soft groan, his brows furrowing together. "Princess, you don't know what you're saying when it comes to a creature like me."

"What does it mean for me to say it to a man like you?" you whispered, taking another step closer to him. You reached out, your fingers just barely grazing his muscular forearm. "Tell me."

There was silence for several seconds before he reached out to you, cupping your face in his large, calloused hands. You were able to look up at him, your heart racing. His dark eyes seemed impossibly deep. After a moment, he lowered his head. Your eyes fluttered shut with anticipation. You gripped his forearm now, drawing him closer to you. You could feel his breath on your lips. Your entire body was shaking with excitement.

"Princess," he sighed, and you could almost feel his lips moving as he spoke.

"Well, that was a quick visit. Y/N, your father is waiting for you," Pasiphae's voice filled the air as she opened the door.

Asterion jumped back, snorting with clear irritation. "Mother, we were-."

"Doing something that a chaperon would fully allow, I'm sure. Now, Y/N, I do believe you would be interested in what your father and I discussed," the immortal smiled at you, her eyes creasing as it brightened her face.

"Of course," you bowed your head, casting a look at Asterion before exiting, with your heart still nearly beating out of your chest.

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[khrused-archived]

things my friends' muses has said: " 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞. "

sleep  was  often  evasive  company  ──────  there  and  suddenly  slipping  away  again;  awakened  by  even  the  slightest  of  shifts  and  sounds.  a  mother's  rest,  she'd  call  it  ―  yet  in  truth,  simply  running  from  the  reminders  haunting  her  every  dream...

he  slips  from  her  arms,  lifting  hera  from  her  dream  as  he  sits  upon  the  edge  of  her  bed  and  leaves  her  side  to  the  cold.  thick,  dark  lashes  flutter  open,  tired  eyes  watching  @riselazarus  navigate  through  the  dark  as  if  akin  to  the  shadows.  another  part  of  his  mystery  she  dares  not  to  ask...  at  least,  not  fully.

"  ―  are  you  leaving?  "  her  voice  was  small,  tight  with  exhaustion  or  heartbreak,  difficult  to  tell  within  the  dark.  perhaps  why  he  had  leaned  over,  cupping  a  delicate  cheek  within  the  rough  of  his  palm  and  an  apology  upon  his  lips...  but  not  quite  an  answer.  a  subtle  frown  knits  between  her  brows,  her  cheek  turning  to  hide  in  a  pillow  instead.  "  you're  leaving,  aren't  you...?  "

[soyeonsbabygirl]

Lip Gloss | Sana Minatozaki x Reader

You loved Lip Gloss. Everyone knew this, it was no secret. You were seen with it on so much it became your signature look, which is how you became the face of Hera Muse beauty. It also led to Mabeline collabing with you to make your own lip gloss. Even your members would buy you it as a gift to show you how much they cared about you which you appreciated very much.

No one liked you in lip gloss more than your girlfriend Sana though. She loved how soft it made your lips when she kissed you, the marks you left on her after kissing any part of her body, and overall it just brought out more of your beauty to her.

You went to grab something from the kitchen that morning, and was standing on your tippy toes due to how high the shelf was. As you reached your shirt rode up showing your ass cheeks slightly which Sana saw from the other side of the kitchen. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist causing you to look behind you only to see Sana smirking at you.

Sana couldn't resist taking the opportunity to show her dominance over you. As her arms snaked around your waist, she gave a small smirk as she pulled you back into her embrace, her hands running suggestively over your curves. You bit your lip in response to her actions.

“Sana unnie…” "Hmm?" She questioned, her breath tickling your neck as she leaned in close. "What did you want, baby girl?" She purred, her tone filled with amusement and an undercurrent of lust. You forgot all about the cup as your hands flew to counter gripping it. Sana continued to hold you close, "Seeing you like this, so exposed and under my control... it feels so good yn," She whispered, her voice growing huskier in the quiet room.

You said nothing as you kept your eyes squeezed shut, “mmm," Sana hummed, her hands roaming your body more boldly now. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear. "You belong to me, yn," She purred, her breath sending shivers down your spine. “Unnie..” you somehow managed to breathe but your voice was barely a whisper as you struggled to keep yourself grounded.

"Hmm?" She asked, turning you around to look into your eyes. The lust in her gaze mixed with the possessiveness she held over you was palpable. She gave you a kiss that left you breathless and pulled away with a small smile "You're so delicious, yn. I can't wait to taste more of you.” You bit your lip slightly as you looked at her, your lipgloss had slightly stained her lips.

“What's wrong, baby girl?" Sana questioned, her hands moving up your arms to rest possessively on your shoulders. "Are you not enjoying this?" Her gaze bored into you as she leaned in, her mouth almost against your ear once more. You said nothing as you stared at her taking in how beautiful she looked with her slightly messy hair and the pink crop top with matching shorts she chose to wear to sleep.

Sana smirked, taking that as a challenge. She leaned in and captured your lips in a slow, sensual kiss, her tongue tracing the seam of your lips before pushing past them. Her hands slipped down to your hips, possessively molding you to her. You loved her lips against yours, and judging by how she kissed you it was obvious she could taste the faint cherry on your lips from your lip gloss.

“ Mmm," Sana moaned into the kiss, her free hand running through your hair. "You taste so sweet, baby," She whispered against your lips before breaking the kiss and pulling back slightly. "And you belong to me." She purred, her voice low and threatening. You loved when she got like this, almost as if she was addicted to you and your taste.

You were left breathless making her smirk, she wrapped an arm around your waist. "Now, come along, baby girl. It's time for some fun.” She led you down the hall to your guys room, her eyes darkening with desire. She closed the door behind you two licking her lips enjoying the faint cherry flavor she tasted. "Now, where were we?" She asked, tracing her fingers along your jawline. She leaned in and pressed her lips to yours once more, her tongue demanding entrance. You parted your lips allowing her tongue to explore your mouth.

Sana's heart raced as she felt your lips part under hers. She deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing together in a fiery display of passion. One hand trailed up your thigh, while the other found its way to your hair, tangling itself within the strands. You moaned moaned softly against her lips. You brought your hand up to her cheek deepening the kiss even more, Sana let out a satisfied moan into the kiss, her body trembling with desire.

She pulled away gently, her lips trailing soft kisses down your jawline. "Mine," she murmured, her breath hot against your neck. "You're all mine, yn.” You moaned softly and let out soft sighs as she kissed your neck.the only thing you were thinking about was the pleasure Sana was giving you. Feeling your responsive reactions, Sana grew bolder.

She bit gently at your neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "And I'm going to claim every inch of you," she promised, her voice low and seductive. You moaned in response to this your breathing getting heavier. She kissed you again letting her hands wander down your body. You moaned softly against her lips. You desperately needed her. You felt her hands begin to grope your tits making you moan louder. Feeling your body respond to her touch, made Sana grow more confident. Her hands squeezed your boobs, teasing the nipples through your clothing. "You're so responsive," she praised, nipping at your earlobe before moving back to your neck.

You moaned again as you took the oversized shirt you were wearing off. You bit your lip as you guided her hands back to your tits. As soon as Sana felt your naked skin against hers, she was consumed by desire. Her hands moved to your breasts, squeezing them firmly and pinching the hardening nipples. "Fuck,” this action caused you to moan loudly again. Sana could feel her own arousal growing as she felt your responsiveness. Her touch grew rougher, as she began leaving love bites on your skin. Her lips trailed down your neck, to your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses as she continued to assault your breasts.

Your moans grew louder and your pants became more frequent. “You like that, huh?" Sana purred, nipping at your collarbone. "I'm going to make you scream my name, yn." Her words were laced with a promise of pleasure and pain, causing shivers to run down your spine. You shuddered slightly and bit your lip. “please fuck me Sana unnie..”this made Sana’s gaze darken with lust, “Oh, you want it rough?" Sana growled, her tone darkening.

Without waiting for a response, she spun you around and pinned you against the bed, her body flush against yours. Sana's hands roamed freely over your body, her touch both demanding and seductive. She trailed her hands up your sides, her fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "You like that?” You breathed out a breathy yes in response as she continued. “Tell me," Sana demanded, her voice hoarse with desire. "Tell me what you want.” “I want you…I want you to fuck me…” you barely got out.

With a soft chuckle, Sana leaned in and captured your lips in a fiery kiss. Her tongue danced with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth. When she finally pulled away, she whispered against your lips, "Say my name.” “mm~ Sana~” With a triumphant moan, Sana slid her hand between your legs, rubbing against your sensitive folds through the thin fabric of your panties. "That's it," she purred. "You're so fucking wet for me.”

She threw them aside before bending down to take one of your thighs up over her shoulder, opening you up to her. “Ah!~ Sana!~” “Fuck," Sana breathed her fingers finally sinking into your wet heat. She thrust in and out of you with a rough rhythm, making you gasp and moan in pleasure. "You like that? My naughty girl.”

You moaned and gasped succumbing to the pleasure you were feeling from her fingers. You squirmed as well your head moving left and right between the pillows “Fuck!~ Sana!~” “That's it, baby," Sana purred, her fingers digging deeper into your flesh. "Give in to the pleasure. I'm going to make you cum so hard for me.” You moaned louder your walls tightening against her fingers “Sana!~” With a soft moan, Sana pulled her fingers from your tight folds and leaned in close to whisper against your ear.

"You're all mine , yn.” Your back arched as you orgasmed, coating her fingers with your cum moaning loudly. Sana watched as you convulsed around her fingers, your orgasm washing over her. She leaned down, her lips finding the shell of your ear. "That's my good girl," she whispered, her voice shaky with lust. You panted trying to catch my breath, Sana slowly pulled her fingers from your slippery folds, her eyes never leaving yours.

She leaned in closer, her lips barely brushing against yours in a soft, teasing kiss before pulling back with a smirk. "You're so fucking beautiful when you cum for me.” You giggled slightly at her words, “Now come here," Sana demanded, her voice taking on a demanding tone. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close as she laid back down on the bed.

You listened naturally snuggling up close to her. Sana trailed her fingers up your legs, over your flat stomach and up your chest, stopping to tease your nipples. With a smirk, she leaned in to kiss you again, her tongue demanding entry into your mouth. You parted your lips allowing her to makeout with you.

You moaned against her lips as you made out squirming from her touch. Sana broke the kiss, her breathing ragged as she trailed her fingers down your abdomen once more, between your legs to find your clit. She started to tease it softly, circling around it teasingly before rubbing firmly.

You whined and moaned from her teasing and circling your clit. Before you could say something, Momo burst into the room and then stared both you and Sana. She slammed the door leaving making Sana laugh as you cuddled into her whining from embarrassment as she kissed your head stroking your hair.

So I actually love Sana so much it’s crazy and I also love this fic so much it’s even crazier <3

[aphroditelovesu]

Yan!Mom Hera Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ 🦚 — lady l: I kind of thought of this after reading a lovely reader's comment and remembering some concepts about Hera as a yandere mother so... Here it is! Ah, @natashenka-br this is for you, I hope you like it! 🙌🏻❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, jealousy, mention of manipulation and unhealthy platonic relationships.

❝ 🦚pairing: platonic yan mom!hera x gender neutral!reader.

You didn't remember anything other than that Hera was your mother. She was everything you remembered and loved, from your first thoughts to the present day. She was always everything to you and you were everything to her.

Hera was all you knew and loved, your sweet and loving mother, who would always be by your side to love you and protect you from all the evil that exists in the world.

All you thought about was how loving and perfect Hera seemed to be. She was so patient and kind with you, always encouraging you and applauding your every achievements with great pride. She was the perfect mother.

At least that was yours and Hera's point of view. There was nothing scarier than the goddess of marriage and women when she was furious, and luckily for you, that anger was never directed at you.

Hera was always careful not to show her fury to you, she didn't want to scare you and make the child she loved most fear. She would never have that, just like she would never let you leave her.

The goddess loved you with all her heart, her always serious and boring expression quickly perked up when you were around. You were everything she could want, you were her perfect, beloved child. If she could sew you to her side, she would.

Hera is extremely possessive and jealous of you, and that's nothing new. You are hers, her child and that says more than enough. She will not tolerate any type of external contact, especially if it's from Zeus. She will not allow him to corrupt you.

Zeus and none of the other gods will be allowed to approach you, with the exception of her other children. She doesn't really like the idea of Ares being so close to you because of his nature and she wants you to remain pure, but she prefers him over Hephaestus.

Hera, if she gets the chance and the opportunity, will leave you as a child forever. She knows you should grow up and live your life, but she doesn't want any of that. Maybe with a little persuasion you could get permission to grow up to sixteen at least, but Hera would become much more suffocating.

She will not tolerate any kind of possible love interests you may have if you grow up. You must remain pure and untouched and she will unleash her fury on anyone who dares to corrupt you. You were her perfect child and no god/goddess or mortal will lay their hands on you.

The goddess is overly controlling and if you dare disobey any rules she may set, she will be completely shocked. You were her perfect, obedient child, so why were you acting this way? She would blame everyone for this, Zeus's bastard children, the other gods and even her own husband. But she will never admit guilt, that the reason you reacted like this is her fault.

It's not easy to deal with her and it never will be. Hera is vengeful and possessive and she has eyes everywhere. You could never leave her, even if you wanted to. Which you don't want to do, right? After all, she is your mother, the only thing you remember from your childhood. And she would always care and protect you, even if she had to manipulate you into it. But everything would be fine in the end, after all, mom always knows best.