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Do you think that the release of the Vengeance Saga, and therefore the release of Dangerous, and therefore the return of Hermes, means they’ll start doing Hermes and Jay again?

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Reading the Iliad for the first time, and literally every single time Athena appears, my brain starts singing that part from Warrior of the Mind

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My life is an endless cycle

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achaean nap pile

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Asclepius’ Death

Apollo’s eyes widened, in a fashion that would’ve been comical if not for the tragedy that had taken place, as he approached the clearing surrounded by lightning-struck trees. The smell of ash burnt his nose, but it was nothing compared to the discomfort of seeing the body.

Carefully, he dropped to his knees and pulled the corpse into his arms. Face mangled and mutilated beyond recognition, but Apollo knew from the aura that had yet to fade completely that this was Asclepius. His son.

The God could not remember the last time he had cried, or even if he had ever cried. If he had, it was nothing compared to now. His perfect face crumpled as a strangled, croaking gasp clawed its way out of his throat, tears falling onto the lightning-scarred face below him.

He stayed that way for he didn’t know how long. What had the half-blood done to deserve such cruelty, but use the gifts granted to him by his father to help his fellow mortals? What had he done, but lived a peaceful life and raised a family? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t his time.

Zeus. The bastard responsible for this, Apollo realised as he lifted his head, eyes red and puffy. His father had killed his son for the simple act of trying to help people. He had seen the signs of his father’s wrath before; the pattern that danced across the unrecognisable face was all too familiar. He had a similar mark on his own back.

In that moment, he vowed vengeance. But what could he do, against the King of the Gods? Even Apollo was not so foolish nor naïve enough to believe he could punish his father for his thunderbolts. So, instead, he would punish the creatures who made them; the ones who created the weapons responsible for the death of his beloved son.

With caution and care, he lay the charred corpse of his son on the burnt grass before standing, all signs of his melancholy now gone and replaced with an angry determination. He slung his bow over his shoulder and walked in the direction of the caves of the Cyclopes brothers.

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Goodbye, Mother (For Now)

Another summer has passed, and as Helios makes his slow descent, the time has come for mother and daughter to say goodbye. They have been doing this for thousands of years, and yet it has never gotten easier for either of them.

“You will be okay, Mother?” the Queen of the Underworld asks as she looks at her fellow goddess. Demeter looks at her with a side smile, reaching out a hand to brush a cheek.

“Yes, my daughter, I shall be okay.” Even as she says her words, the air around them has gained a noticeable chill, reminiscent of the cold loneliness a mother feels without her child. “I know you shall return safely next year. For now, you must fulfil your duty in the Underworld.”

Persephone smiles. “Of course I shall return, Mother. Nothing could ever stop that, and if Hades ever tried, you know damn well I can overpower him.” This gets a laugh out of Demeter as the ground starts to shake beneath them, the earth itself forming into the shape of a man.

“I heard my name?” The older-looking God grins as he approaches Persephone, who turns to face him. His smile turns more gentle as he brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “Are you ready, my love? You’ve said your goodbye?”

The Queen nods. “Yes, Lord Hades. I am ready to take my seat by your side once more.”

Hades nods respectfully to Demeter, who returns the gesture as she watches the couple sink back into the Earth which she herself fertilises. The leaves on the trees around her begin to die.

It would never get easier for any of them. Demeter mourning the loss of her daughter for six months with no choice but to watch as she returns with her husband, the decaying plants and biting winds reflecting her mood; Hades losing his wife for six months, forced to rule without her by his side to comfort him and keep him warm; and Persephone, Persephone, Persephone. A woman torn between two worlds, duty to her mother and duty to her husband. And what, she thinks, of her duty to herself?

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Something something Artemis transforming Acteon into a stag for ogling her could be read as her forcing him to acknowledge the suffering of being an intelligent feeling mind in a body seen only as something to be conquered and devoured..

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Dovedite and Snares 💕

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String of Fate: Origin Story

A little thing I did combining my love of soulmate AUs and Greek mythology. Put under a read more because it turned out longer than I intended.

When young, naïve Ariadne first saw Theseus, she believed it to be love at first sight. She introduced herself to him, and offered him her help in slaying her half-brother, the Minotaur, and escaping the labyrinth. Theseus agreed, claiming the same feelings Ariadne professed to him.

The young princess presented to him a clew of golden thread, tying one end to each of their fingers so that Theseus may find her way back to her. She waited and waited until finally, a bloodied prince of Athens emerged, a triumphant smile and thread still wrapped around his finger.

They fled the island of Crete and Ariadne’s angry father, escaping to Naxos to start a new life together. They kept the clew wrapped around their fingers as a symbol of their love. But while Ariadne was sleeping next to him, the fickle hero realised something: he did not want a life with her. He used his sword to cut the thread before sailing away, leaving poor Ariadne to wake up on the shores of Naxos heartbroken.

Her cries caught the attention of the god Dionysus, who happened to be occupying the island at the time. He sat with her, offered her a drink, and asked her to share her feelings, which she did. She showed him the thread still wrapped around her finger, and he frowned. How could anyone not wish to be intwined with such a beautiful soul?

They stayed on the god’s island of birth together for quite some time. They drank together, laughed together, cried together… and then one night, as Ariadne was sleeping beside him, the jovial god realised something: he wanted a life with her. He proposed to her, and she immediately agreed.

The ceremony on Olympus was beautiful. Officiated by Hera, who had put aside her petty squabbles with the bastard son of Zeus in the name of such a pure love. Dionysus gave Ariadne a beautiful tiara, which he would later place in the stars for all to see. Ariadne gave Dionysus a clew, much like the one she gave to Theseus, but this one was different; its only purpose was to ensure the lovers would always return to each other. They happily wrapped the ends of it around their fingers, where it remained for all eternity.

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Intro

Hi! My name’s Dio, I’m 18, and I’m someone who enjoys writing for fun, so I thought I’d start a tumblr account. I mostly enjoy writing about Greek mythology and creating my own interpretations of it (I am by no means an expert or a classics student, I just happen to enjoy it), so expect a lot of that, but I also like the heroes and villains stuff, which will make an appearance from time to time.

Masterlist

String of Fate

Goodbye Mother (For Now)

Asclepius’ Death