#short for persephone :)))

[strawberrinoz]

marriage proposal no mermaid pendant required

[lturnips]

Someone who doesn't know anything about greek mythology watching Kaos: yh this is probs pretty accurate

Someone who knows a fair bit about greek mythology watching Kaos: this is so inaccurate they have changed everything

Someone who had studied greek mythology watching Kaos: omg omg omg so much of this is so accurate

[hymnoeides]

Sooooo the recent mlp comic loosely based off the odyssey (+ other myths featured)…..

[shinedoitsulikeabright]

Had Odysseus been smarter, he would've perhaps asked Hades to help him evade Poseidon. I mean, Hades was surely annoyed. Poor guy had 500 new arrivals to deal with all because of his brother's little tantrum.

[duskiers]

Spring's Touch

Percy Jackson / daughter of persephone !

« omg can i request a percy x daughter of persephone reader who has a crush on percy and always puts flowers in percys hair bc percy reminds her of spring. And percy always gets flustered when she does it » requested ^ - ^

sorry for disappearing for a while lmao ..anyways i forgot how 2 write i hope thats okay ！！！！

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In the heart of Camp Half-Blood, where the scent of ambrosia lingers in the air and the sounds of laughter echo through the trees, you find solace in the presence of Percy Jackson. His courage and resilience are like beacons of hope in the darkness, guiding you through the trials and tribulations of demigod life.

But it's not just Percy's heroism that captures your heart; it's something deeper, something that stirs your soul and fills you with warmth whenever you're near him. There's a certain brightness to Percy, a vitality that reminds you of the vibrant colors of spring.

It's no wonder, then, that you've developed a habit of adorning Percy's hair with flowers – Each petal carefully selected, each bloom a testament to the depth of your affection for the demigod who has captured your heart.

One sunny afternoon, as you approach Percy with a bouquet of daisies and daffodils in hand, your heart flutters nervously in your chest. Will he appreciate your gesture, or will he find it odd?

With trembling hands, you gently tuck the flowers behind Percy's ear, your touch as soft as a whisper. His cheeks flush with color, a shy smile gracing his lips as he meets your gaze. Percy's eyes widen in surprise, his hand instinctively reaching up to touch the flowers.

"You... you put flowers in my hair?" Percy stammers, his voice filled with a mixture of confusion and flustered delight.

You nod, a shy smile playing on your lips. "I hope you don't mind. You just remind me so much of spring, Percy."

Percy's smile widens at your words, and for a moment, it feels as though the world has fallen away, leaving just the two of you amidst a sea of flowers.

[littleeliza-lotte]

Grace and Dónal’s final show

Please do not share outside of Tumblr

[anniflamma]

FEED ME YOUR BIG THREE HEAD CANONS!!!!

(Persephone + Hades, Amphy + Poseidon, Hera + Zues)

IM HUNGRY!!!!!

(sent with love 💋❤️)

ALL RIGHT THEN! 😆

Hades and Persephone:

Poseidon and Amphirite:

Despite everything, I see them liking echothers company but they arnt really so affectionate. At the start of their marriage, Poseidon was all lovey dovey and nagged alot, and Amphy just endured, but now they enjoy eachother despite Poseidon being a butthole most of the time.

Zeus and Hera:

Toxic relationship personified.

[elliewiltarwyn]

just a song before i go

a lesson to be learned

traveling twice the speed of sound

it's easy to get burned

i wouldn't exactly call Ellie a ladykiller, but there are multiple women she's loved throughout her career where things just didn't or couldn't work out...

bonus: the ones who did;

[genericpuff]

just your regular reminder that the infantilization has nothing to do with persephone's height on its own lmao

it's not people "hating on short women", that is a distraction from the real issue, which is that persephone was designed at her core to look and act like hades' 9 year old daughter lmao

[ourladyofeternity]

Hadestown UK cast for 2024 is fucking pure GOLD

Video from @whatsonstage instagram feed

[onehopefuldreamer]

All Stray Gods Romance Endings

Persephone

Freddie

Pan

Apollo

[beresaad]

HADES II ↳ Melinoë — Μηλινοη, "Dark-Minded"

[taigarrryen]

Little treat for myself <3

[becoming-persephone]

WHAT IT MEANS TO DIE.

I no longer fear death. I fear falling.

In June 2023 I was diagnosed with GBS triggered by Lupus which left me paralyzed. Trapped, a mind wandering a hollow vessel as my body attacked my nerves and my muscles withered away. I couldn't speak, eat, or even lift a finger. I was buried alive.

I went from being a yogini and hiker to laying in a hospital bed with my family having to suction my salvia as I watched Housewives on Bravo. My 3 1/2 months in the hospital, in and out of the ICU, was an experience equivalent to walking the depths of hell.

I remember the day before I was rushed to the ICU for only having 1/2 of 1 lung working, three crows visited my window. The fates coming to collect, my mother saw it as an omen, I saw it as a welcoming. I traveled for months in the underworld, burning away my old self with a fever that created an inferno underneath my flesh.

Tears couldn't extinguish the anguish, for it was a death that needed to occur in order for me to heal. Hand in hand with Persephone, I looked at the destruction of my life and began to till the soil. Doubts and fear in hand, I dug up my old roots. I knew deep down that I would never be the same, that the girl everyone knew before was gone, disintegrated in the ashes of yesterday.

Coming home from the hospital was like walking into someone else life and feeling out of place. I was a stranger to the past. You know it's all your stuff but none of it feels like you anymore. Everything became a reminder that I died and I didn't know who the old me was anymore, memories that I had no desire in resurrecting.

4 months in rehabilitation was a mountainous climb that felt never ending. Even Hekate and Persephone couldn't keep the demons away, the parasitic thoughts that latched on anytime I fell, or couldn't lift a tissue from a tissue box. But I was able to take those acidic shadows as reminders that strength is born in the struggle. With every breakdown there was a breakthrough.

From my journey to the underworld and back, I learned that in the darkness the divine resides. We are born from that darkness and it is in that darkness we will lay to rest. Till then, I gaze upon my shadow with pride, for it is a reminder of where I've been and where I'm heading.

_

Current Updates: December 2023 was the last time I was in my wheelchair, February 2024 was the last time I used my platform walker, and June 2023 was the first time I climbed a mountain since getting sick.

[thestarsfightagainstusmyfriend]

Genuinely wish there was one (1) single modern retelling of Hades and Persephone in which Hades isn't 10,000 years old and Persephone isn't one day past her eighteenth birthday

[akirakirxaa]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 9: Lend an Ear

Rating: T

Word Count: 431

Summary: Persephone suffers her grief alone. [Takes place in Unsundered Azem AU, during Endwalker.]

[Master Post]

Persephone bid the Scions, her friends, goodnight before retiring to her room at the Annex.

As the door closed, the signature smile she wore always as Azem slipped from her face, leaving behind a visage of grief that she could not fully destroy, no matter how much she wanted to. That she could not share with anyone else. For who else would understand her grief and feel her pain the same way? Who among them was not happy that the threat to the star she had loved so dearly was dead?

She pulled her crystal from her pocket, the lovely orange that reminded her of sunsets, that he had said so long ago matched her eyes, seeming to sparkle less now. Persephone dragged herself to the nearby bed, still fully clothed and thoroughly incapable of even taking off the long robe-like coat she wore, and curled loosely on her side, hauling the blankets over her as if to hide from the rest of the world. She touched the crystal, and it spoke once more, the only words she had left.

“Herein I commit the chronicle of the traveler.”

A voice that would never speak new words to her, preserved in its original perfection in cold crystal, speaking words she had long since memorized. Some days she was tempted to stay in bed and only listen to them, again and again. His voice was the only thing she lived for now.

“Shepherd to the stars in the dark.“

That, and the reminder that she still had a job to do. A people to save. And once she did…when her purpose was complete…

She would have earned her rest, would she not? And then, then, she would deserve to see them again.

“Though the world be sundered and our souls set adrift,—“

Persephone slipped the purple crystal, with the constellation of the seat of Emet-Selch, from her pocket, placing it with hers, as if she believed that if she just put them close enough together, it would ease the loneliness in her heart.

But they were just stones. Beautiful and sparkling, but they did not ease the ache that had become her constant companion.

“—where you walk, my beloved, fate shall surely follow.”

Persephone did not recall when the tears started falling, but she made no move to stop them as she touched the crystal again, closing her eyes as if to imagine the voice was murmuring her to sleep rather than intoning an age old recording that was now all she had left.

“Herein I commit the chronicle of the traveler…”