#juno shrine...

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AJ WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH JUNO RELEASE THEM *IMMEDIATLY*

[lupinus-bicolor]

my juno graphics hoard

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PETER WHEN I CATCH YOU PETER

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the emperor’s love - emperor geta

Emperor Geta x Empress! female! reader

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Summary:

Being pregnant with his heir has made Geta more in love with you than he ever could have imagined. He shows you just how much he loves you.

Part 1

Warnings:

Smut (18+), unprotected p in v, fingering, creampie, pregnancy

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N:

I wasn’t sure if I was going to write for Geta again, but he is actually living in my brain rent free. Another one inspired by my character letters by @miss-bushido, check out her writing and Etsy shop! I did research for this one, but I apologize in advance for historical inaccuracies! This is a part 2 to an heir for an emperor!

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“I think it’s going to be a boy,” Geta mused, hand roaming over the growing expanse of your stomach. “A strong boy. The future of Rome is in your belly, you know that, Carissima?”

“And what if it’s a girl?” you asked, a giggle on your lips bringing a smile to the Emperor’s own.

“Then she shall take after her mother and be the most beautiful in all of Rome,” he said, hand caressing the skin of your belly. “And I’ll have to give you another.”

“Geta!” You playfully scolded, hand swatting at his as he laughed. “Another so soon?”

“Of course, my love. I need an heir. And to see you, swollen with child again so soon…” he leaned forward, pressing kisses to your neck. “Would be a gift. The gods have truly blessed me.”

You hummed, melting into his touch. You were sprawled together on your huge bed, dressed in your bed clothes for the night. His body curled behind yours, hands roaming your body wherever he pleased. Up and over your breasts, pinching at your nipples before moving back to your stomach; then down between your legs, feeling for the wetness he knew would be waiting for him.

“My love…” he whispered seductively against your ear. “Is there something you want?”

You whined, pressing back against him. He knew what you wanted, and he wanted it too. You could feel him already hard against your backside as he dipped his fingers between your folds. He collected your slick on his fingers and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean, tasting your essence. “Divine,” he remarked. “Somehow, you taste even sweeter.”

He lifted your tunic over your body, baring you to the night and his eyes alone. His hands trailed over your soft skin, so beautiful and flawless in his eyes. Perfection sent to him from the gods themselves.

Geta undid his own robe, revealing his glorious body fully naked, cock hard and standing proud as he gazed down at you. “You are so beautiful, Carissima.” His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he drank in your beauty. “Will you sing for me tonight?”

You giggled, knowing he didn’t exactly mean a ballad. “Perhaps if I feel inspired, my Emperor…”

A wicked smile crossed his face as he leaned over you, kissing up your body until he reached your lips. “Oh, how beautiful a melody I could pull from those lips…let me show you.”

He gently moved you onto your side, careful of your stomach. Geta had treated you like you were made of glass since he discovered your pregnancy. He had been overjoyed, but if you thought he was overprotective before, he became a whole different beast with his beloved wife carrying his potential heir.

He consulted the augurs at the beginning of your pregnancy. Since then he has prayed daily to the goddesses of childbirth; Eileithyia, Hera, Juno. He has left them daily offerings at their temples and shrines to ensure the safe delivery of your child.

You always had an entourage with you with your servant staff, but now you had a guard of Praetorians following your every move, as well. Even servants to taste your food before you could eat. Speaking of your food, Geta suddenly insisted on you receiving the healthiest, finest foods in the Empire. He still allowed you your fig cakes, at least.

The only time you got any peace, any time alone, were these cherished nights in bed with your Emperor. When he dropped his cruel and ruthless persona and became your husband. He would take care of you, massage your belly with oils each night. It was your favorite part of the day.

Once you were comfortably laid on your side, Geta moved back behind you, his body spooning against yours. He brushed your hair back over your shoulder, placing kisses against the skin of your back. “Do you remember our wedding night?”

“How could I forget?” You smiled, the memory rushing back to you. It had been less than a year, but felt like a lifetime.

It had been a beautiful ceremony. Everything you could have dreamed of. Your father had been proud to marry his daughter to an Emperor. The augurs had been consulted by Geta himself to ensure propitious omens and favor from the gods. You wore your beautiful white tunica recta, a gorgeous veil atop your head. There had been a delicious cake, as he had heard of your sweet tooth beforehand.

Afterwards, Geta took you to the bridal lectus, where he took you apart piece by piece until you were nothing but writhing pleasure beneath him.

Geta hummed against your back. “Do you remember how I surprised you in your chambers before the ceremony?”

You blushed. Of course you did. It had been such a surprise to find Geta waiting for you in your chambers, you weren’t even supposed to see him before the ceremony. You had been scared at first, you still hardly knew one another and you had heard plenty of stories, but his plans for you had been more than pleasing.

“I simply had to have a taste of my bride to be,” he continued. “It was all I could think about once I saw you for the first time. It plagued me those three months of our betrothal leading up until our ceremony. It was all I could think of when I was alone. Even just touching your hand to place the ring on your finger…” You felt Geta shiver behind you. “Carissima, I was yours, body and soul.”

He reached down to grasp onto your thigh, lifting it up and over his own leg between yours. You felt his thick tip prodding at your entrance, and you sighed, already so responsive for him.

“You’ve been so sensitive since you have been carrying our child,” he remarked as his fingertips traced slowly over your clit, before dipping down to press inside of you. You gasped loudly - you could feel his smirk against your skin. “I absolutely love it.”

You moaned as he pumped his fingers into you a few more times, but you were so wet you really didn’t need any preparation. He removed his fingers, sucking them clean with a groan, before pressing his tip against your pussy once again.

He didn’t ask before he started sinking inside - the Emperor did not ask for permission. But he knew you would have given it over and over again had he asked. Your head fell back against him as he filled you from behind, holding your leg up high to allow him enough room to get as deeply inside as he liked to be.

He bottomed out quickly and began thrusting in and out of your perfect tight heat, groaning deeply against your neck. His fingertips dug into your thigh as he fucked you like you needed to be fucked. He knew your body better than anyone, even yourself.

“Carissima,” he moaned; a weakness in his voice he would never let anyone else witness. It was raspy, desperate for more of the perfect fit of your pussy. He called your name over and over again in your ear, the title never sounding more sinful than it did in that moment.

“You feel so good,” you whined, your hips bucking back to meet his thrusts, to have him fuck you harder. He didn’t like to take you roughly with you in your current state, not like he used to. You missed it desperately. “Please, my Emperor, take me harder.”

Geta groaned loudly at your words, his composure faltering as his sloppy thrusts stuttered. “My beloved,” he said, his raspy voice pained. “Do not say things such as that. You do not know how hard it is to keep my control.”

“Please,” you begged again, back arching as you felt your release beginning to build. “Please, Geta, please fuck me.”

His grip tightened on your thigh and he groaned again, like you were causing him physical pain. He thought to deny you once again, but his primal instincts took over and he began fucking into you fast and hard. The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room, and you were certain between that and the moans you were both emitting, the entire palace could hear your lovemaking.

“Close,” you whined out, eyes falling closed as your orgasm built faster and faster. You could feel your pussy beginning to clench around his cock, and he felt it too, his hips stuttering again as he neared his own imminent release.

“Sing for me,” he encouraged you, laying your thigh on his leg so he could move his hand between your legs. You cried out loudly as he paid delicious attention to your aching clit, and your orgasm hit you, pussy spasming hard around your Emperor’s thick cock.

“That’s it, Carissima, let all of Rome hear how you sing for me!”

Geta gripped back onto your thigh, fucking into you fast and hard with no rhythm until he finally stilled pressed against you, shooting rope after rope of his seed deep inside you as he let out the most divine moans you’d ever heard.

He rode out both of your releases, shallow thrusts until all of his cum had been spent inside of you. He pulled out, laying on his back next to you as his chest heaved with his breaths. He opened an arm for you, and you laid against him.

These moments of bliss were your absolute favorite. These moments of quiet and peace and love between you and your husband. It was rare for an Emperor to find a true love like this. Rare for a woman to be so lucky in her marriage. You reminded yourself of your fortune often.

You reached up, playing with a lock of his ginger hair. He smiled down at you lovingly, the look on his face one of pure adoration. The truth of it was seen in his eyes, to his very soul.

“The child will be here soon,” Geta said, his hand once again splayed on your large belly. “I have arranged for celebratory games to be held for the next two weeks. I want all of Rome to join in our celebrating the forthcoming birth of our heir.”

You turned to him. “Geta, I’m not sure I should-“

“Shh, my love,” he hushed you. “You do not have to attend, anaticula. I know you do not care for them. And I would rather keep you both safe from harm.”

You smiled gently at your husband. Somehow, he continued to surprise you with how much he loved and cared for you, and now the child in your belly, too. You knew no matter if it was a boy or a girl, Geta would be the perfect father, would love this child fiercely. He would not let harm come to either of you.

“He needs a strong name,” he thought to himself. “Lucius. Septimius. But perhaps we should meet him first? See what kind of personality he will have?”

“We do not yet know if it will be a he,” you teased him, your hand resting on your belly next to his. You felt a small kick beneath your hand and quickly grabbed Geta’s, moving it to that exact spot. After a moment of waiting, a grin spread across the Emperor’s face, pure jubilation evident in his eyes.

“Boy or girl, they’re nice and strong,” he said, a note of pride in his voice. “I love you, Carissima.”

You smiled, eyes fluttering closed. “I love you, my beloved.”

Geta rubbed your belly gently, soothing your nausea and pains as you relaxed into him in your large, plush bed. As you began to drift off to sleep in the arms of your Emperor, you heard his quiet voice one last time in your ear.

“Nunc scio quid sit amor. Now I know what love is.”

[thetimetraveler24]

Sometimes I think about how people rank Jason as their least favorite because he’s “such a bland character with no personality”, but was he even allowed to have one in the first place?

He’s two years old when Lupa guides him to Camp Jupiter. He’s brought up to be the perfect soldier, the perfect Roman, the perfect hero. He doesn’t know life outside the legion. He’s the son of Jupiter, he has to be great. If he’s not, he’s a failure and a disgrace. If he is then he’s still not the best because there so many other heroes who did it better than him so he has to keep trying harder and harder even though no matter what he’s never going to be good enough because the moment he slips up he’s no longer the perfect hero.

The few times he actually tries to do something he wants, he’s only cut down. Changing the 12th legion to the 1st legion? No, you can’t do that. It’s tradition. You’re wrong. That’s stupid. Joining the 5th cohort? Why would you join those losers? You’re only hurting yourself. You could be great if you join the 1st cohort instead like a good Roman boy.

So why would he try to do anything that cultivates his identity? Why would he try to do anything that brings him joy if everyone around him is just going to suck it right out?

He has no best friends at Camp Jupiter. He has acquaintances. He has people he’s friendly with. Say what you want but Reyna was a coworker. Dakota was cool, Gwen was nice. But none of them make Jason want to stay at Camp Jupiter instead of Camp Half-Blood. He thinks of Reyna but only in terms of he doesn’t want to saddle her with the responsibility of picking a new praetor. He thinks about duty. When he is picking between the camps he’s weighing his options between doing his duty as he’s done his whole life or picking himself for the very first time ever and he picks himself.

And it’s honestly so fucking depressing that the first time Jason picks himself and is actually supported in his decision happens when he is sixteen years old. And most of the people supporting him have only known him for a month.

But then he saddles himself with duty and responsibilities because that’s all he’s ever known and Percy is dying and Jason is a good Roman and a good hero and his job is to sacrifice his life for everyone else because of course it is. So he takes on Pontifex Maximus to build shrines and temples to minor gods and goddesses (not that they shouldn’t be honored but… once again he’s sacrificing his identity for the good of everyone around him).

And then, just as he’s finally discovering an identity for himself—he likes physics, he’s learning about the mortal world and living in it, he’s becoming more than just Jupiters son and Juno’s perfect hero—he’s killed.

Jason never got to be Jason. He only got to be Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, Praetor of the 12th Legion, slayer of Krios, one of the Seven, Juno’s Champion, Pontifex Maximus. He always belonged to someone else and never himself.

All this to say, Jason is my favorite of the Seven and although he’s not the eldest nor a daughter, as an eldest daughter I relate so hard and feel very seen in him.

[elliespassagerprincess]

popstar reader and ellie (she can be famous if you want) and there at one of readers shows and she does like the sabrina caprtner juno pose and the arrest for being to hot

Headcannons: ellie williams x popstar!reader

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☆ Ellie Williams has been obsessed with your music since the very first EP you dropped—she remembers listening on a rainy night, laying on her dorm floor, headphones on, heart wide open.

☆ She followed you before you were famous, bragging about it like a badge of honor. “I knew her before she blew up,” she tells everyone, as if that makes her spiritually closer to you.

☆ She has a playlist titled “For When I Marry [YourName]” and it includes all your love songs. She updates it after every album.

☆ Ellie spends way too much money on your vinyls, posters, and official merch—but also owns bootleg shirts she thrifted and screen printed with your lyrics in her room.

☆ Her Tumblr is basically a shrine: concert photos, gifs of you in interviews, and long rants about how no one “gets your artistry like she does.”

☆ She’s convinced you’re gay. Not in a delusional way, but in a “I can read between the lyrics, babe” kind of way.

☆ When your world tour is announced, she cries—like full-on tears down the face—because she missed the last one and swore she wouldn’t again.

☆ She buys two front-row VIP tickets immediately, and then tells her best friend they’re going together... but plans to ditch them if you even look at her twice.

☆ Ellie starts working out and learning how to style her hair better in the months leading up to the concert—because, what if she meets you?

☆ She rehearses cool things to say if she gets to talk to you. Most of them sound cringe when she says them out loud, but she’s committed.

☆ She shows up four hours early, eyeliner winged to filth, hair styled just right, wearing a DIY shirt that says: “Arrest Me, I’m Guilty of Being Obsessed With You.”

☆ Her hands shake a little when she picks up her VIP lanyard. It feels like holding a backstage pass to destiny.

☆ She’s at the barricade, clutching a handmade sign that reads: “[Y/N], Take Me In (For Being Too Hot).”

☆ Every time you appear on a screen, before you even come out, Ellie screams like her life depends on it.

☆ When you finally hit the stage, she goes silent for a second—just staring in awe like you’re the second coming of every goddess she’s ever read about.

☆ Her jaw drops when you strut in your stage outfit, especially when the spotlight hits the glitter of your skin and she sees that smirk you give the crowd.

☆ She sings every lyric word-for-word. Even the ad libs. Even the unreleased ones from TikTok leaks.

☆ When you lock eyes with her for the first time mid-verse, she forgets how to breathe.

☆ You smirk. Tilt your head. Say, “We’ve got some baddies in the crowd tonight,” and Ellie genuinely blacks out for a second.

☆ She keeps holding her sign higher, hoping you’ll see it—and you do.

☆ You’re midway through your set when you stop, turn dramatically to the crowd, and say, “I think someone here’s committed a crime…”

☆ Ellie’s already screaming because she knows. Somehow, she just knows.

☆ You squint out at the crowd, shading your eyes with your hand. “Where is she? The girl who’s just too damn hot to be legal?”

☆ Security moves to the barricade, and people start shouting and pointing—“It’s her! It’s her!”

☆ Ellie looks around like she’s in a dream. Then two security guards tap her shoulder and say, “You’re wanted on stage.”

☆ She’s trembling, unsure if she’s about to get ejected or kissed on the mouth.

☆ You welcome her up with a smirk, telling the crowd, “This girl right here—yeah, she’s being arrested.”

☆ You mimic the Sabrina Carpenter “Juno” pose, your hand on your hip, leaning in, and say, “Guilty as hell. Hands behind your back, baby.”

☆ Ellie stammers something unintelligible. The mic picks up a breathy, “Oh my god.”

☆ You laugh, circling her like a predator, and say, “Your crime? Being criminally hot. Sentence: permanent residence in my thoughts.”

☆ The crowd is losing their minds. Half of them are screaming for you to kiss her. The other half are recording the moment like it’s a religious event.

☆ You "handcuff" her with your own mic cable and whisper in her ear, “You nervous, baby?”

☆ Ellie, completely red-faced, whispers back, “Terrified.”

☆ You grin and bite your lip, then drag her to center stage, mic still in hand, saying, “Ladies and gents, meet my favorite felon.”

☆ You drape your arm over her shoulder and sing the next chorus directly to her—lyrics about obsession, late nights, and wanting someone so bad it hurts.

☆ Ellie’s frozen. Hands limp at her sides. She’s either going to faint or combust.

☆ You pull her in closer at the end of the song, cheek brushing hers, and say, “Should I let her go free?”

☆ The crowd screams NOOOO. You just laugh, give Ellie a wink, and say, “Didn’t think so.”

☆ Before she leaves the stage, you grab her hand and kiss the back of it slowly.

☆ Ellie has to be helped down by security because her legs stopped working.

☆ Her friend records the entire thing. The clip goes viral by midnight. #PopstarArrest becomes a trending topic.

☆ Fan edits start pouring in, half with romantic music and half with prison bars and mugshot memes.

☆ You repost a video of it on your Instagram story, circling her face with the caption: “She’s dangerous.”

☆ Ellie’s followers jump by thousands. People start calling her “Hot Criminal Girl.”

☆ You follow her on Instagram the next morning.

☆ She screams when she sees it and accidentally drops her phone on her face.

☆ You DM her something simple—“You looked cute last night. Dangerous, but cute.”

☆ Ellie types and deletes ten replies before settling on: “I’ll turn myself in if it means I get to see you again.”

☆ You send back a devil emoji and your number. She almost dies.

☆ The next time you’re in her city, she gets free backstage passes—because you put her on the list personally.

☆ You see her in the wings before your set and mouth, “Miss me?”

☆ She blushes so hard her ears turn red.

☆ You dedicate your most seductive song to “my favorite felon” and never break eye contact.

☆ After the show, you meet her backstage. She’s shaking again.

☆ You press her against a dressing room wall and say, “You still dangerous, Ellie?”

☆ She answers with her mouth, not her words. You kiss her. Deep, slow, and claiming.

☆ The internet has no idea what happened after that first show, but fans start shipping it hard.

☆ Ellie starts appearing in more of your stories, but you never confirm it publicly.

☆ Ellie becomes your muse. There are lyrics in your next album that fans decode and all trace back to her.

☆ She tattoos the lyric “Arrested for wanting you” on her ribs.

☆ She goes to every tour stop she can. You always spot her in the crowd.

☆ Sometimes you call her out on mic: “My girl’s here tonight. Try not to steal her, okay?”

☆ The fandom is obsessed. Your love story becomes a mythic queer romance.

☆ Ellie pretends to be cool about it, but at night she still listens to the audio of you arresting her on stage.

☆ You tell her you wrote your biggest hit about her. She doesn’t sleep for two days after.

☆ You joke that she should be arrested again—for stealing your heart.

☆ Ellie responds, “Take me in, baby. I’m yours.”

☆ And yeah... maybe that night ends with you both in handcuffs—but not the legal kind.

[blood-smiles]

I’m actually foaming at the mouth, I literally love your account so much. Please, please, please write more about Juno. Anything will be good enough for me 🙏

WE ALL LOVE TSUNDERE ASSHOLES!!!! ✊✊ SUPER LATE AND IM SORRYY

MATURE CONTENT SOMEWHERE AROUND HERE

im sure I have mentioned though, Juno majored in STEM and his diploma is gathering dust in his closet, the glass reflecting his naked ass while he films one of his VIP(Your) member videos.

that whole vip member shit was a lie by the way, he does not make adult streams, I guess you could say the most adult his streams will ever get is him teasing the camera for 1 hour and 40 minutes, teetering between letting his viewers see his body or just letting them wallow in shame like the disgusting little incels they are, what’s worse is he asks for crazy amounts of money from his followers to unlock such videos, and un-surprisingly many buy them.

He acts like he doesn’t care, he totally didn’t care when he caught you hovering over a different stream and sending pretty little compliments to others, why the fuck would he care??? You are nothing compared to HIM.

He says as he gently nudges his closet door closed with his foot, hiding the stalker shrine he has of you.

The both of you live far away, so he makes it his business to move as close as possible to you. Will the house down the street be far enough from you?

this just means more “bonding time” for the both of you!

He genuinely expected that you were some neckbeard with greasy hair, fingers dirty with some kind of cheesy snack, pink cat headphones and all.

he found himself covering the bottom portion of his flushed face when he saw you, who knew a human could get so close to perfection?

your tired eyes and sweatpants just drew him in deeper, deeper as in breaking into your house and cuddling with your pillows.

he will call his followers little piggies but if YOU call him that he might bust in his pants, face the same scarlet red as his face.

[ultravioart]

How could they pull from Scottish punks and end up at that final result? Not even a pseudo kilt silhouette like how Kiriko has a pseudo Miko Shrine Maiden garments silhouette? Hazard should have had pushed shapes (sell the turtle aspect more, add more spikes) and more body mods (funky prosthesis or punk body mods, the lizard/snake man punks are free inspo).

For a punk 'freak' hero that uses bright graffiti, his design is much too plain and 'safe' imo, not colorful enough. I much prefer that cartoon icon we saw in Venture's trial because he does look really punk with a metal jaw and green hair, possibly cool yellow shades too?

When I first saw Hazard's official design I honestly thought it was a Rein skin. I just hope future skins for Hazard are more punky. JunkerQueen and Zarya both have rather punk-y skins, and Lucio has a concept art based skin, so I am hoping for something more "out there" and fun for Hazard.

Punk is not, and has not, ever been 'conventionally attractive and palatable' and with Hazard's backstory, him being intentionally 'outlandish' would have only reinforced his outlook and story.

Like, people don't love Rein because he's eye candy, they like the hero fantasy of a big knight, being a shield, that he fights for others bravely. People don't love Doomfist because he's eye candy, they love him because his mechanics are hard to perfect but rewarding to land, and his sophisticated antagonist plotline is super engaging, and the hero fantasy of a big powerful genius with a giant fist is badass!

But Hazard? He's eye candy, sure. Got some piercings, but so does JunkerQueen. Plain black leather jacket and pants... okay but Young Cass and Ashe in general do that too. Hell, a young Tracer(in the comics she had a very punk hairstyle) was way more punk than Haz was as a teen. I don't understand why they didn't PUSH his punk design further, when we have characters like Roadhog and JunkerQueen on the roster already. Hazard is very conventional for an overwatch design, he looks like he could be a side character in a gang instead of a main hero... Boomslang(viper Phreaks member) atleast has interesting shapes on her design! The Junkers are scrappy and DIY-low end tech (scrap guns, explosives, knives) survivalists, so imo the Phreaks could have been like a Sombra-version of Junkers, cyberpunk but WAY WAAAAY more out there with wild body mods and DIY high end tech (plasma weapons, energy swords, multiple arms, etc). I did peep a retractable energy sword from Hazard in the cinematic but why not just build a nonretractable sword into his base design instead? He already has a gun arm (like Orisa).

I really do think the metal jaw would have made Hazard instantly recognizable, but man, atleast keep the toxic green spiky hair!!! Haz is brunette, so why choose blonde as the 'punk' color when his body shape is already so similar to Reinhardt? Doomfist already has a "one arm is a weapon" so that's not Hazard's iconic detail, Mauga is already shirtless so that's out as an iconic detail, and the crystal spikes aren't nearly present enough in his design to make it out like that is his iconic 'thing' imo. Meanwhile, look at JunkerQueen: she is somehow MORE punk than Hazard who is intentionally being punk. And even then, I think people forget JunkerQueen has mag tornado powers in her gauntlet. Many Overwatch 2 heroes struggle with visually telling the players what a hero is/does via the design. And don't even get me started on Venture's nonsensical jacket design lol. Juno and Hazard feel like the designs where 'simplified' from concept art so that making skins for them would be easier. Juno looked better with the armor pieces, and Hazard would look better with green hair and a metal jaw.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Concept: The Romans have no respect for the Olympians.

Because none of them showed up to assist them during the Battle of Mount Othrys.

No matter how much they prayed and sacrificed. Their siblings, friends and fellow officers died in a battle they had no prior warning or knowledge about.

Their numbers were decimated as they’re mostly made up of legacies. Mortals who cannot be healed by ambrosia or nectar.

Titans cannot be defeated by a demigods hand without divine intervention. And it’s nothing short of a man made miracle that Jason Grace managed to defeat Krios.

Any calls for his father, to his patron were met with the usual silence.

Jason was barely standing when it was over and yet he didn’t fall until the day was won. Reyna caught him though she too was in a rough state.

They survived by the skin of their teeth. It was the first time they and many others had even seen war.

And it changed every single one of them.

But while the Olympians did not aid them there were those who did.

Lupa came back for the children she mentored and trained. Terminus became a fortress that vowed to keep them safe. Bellona is one of few Roman parents to come to her daughter’s aid.

Along with Hylla and the Amazons.

And many minor deities whose names had been engraved in each of their hearts. Jason promised that their gratitude would never be forgotten.

And that once the rebuilding effort concluded he would personally build each and every one of them a shrine in their honour.

But then he was taken too.

Juno expected fanfare when she entered with Percy and was in for a rude awakening.

Reyna glared the Queen of Olympus down, flanked by her dogs and demanded for Jason to be returned.

Juno had to feign not knowing and Reyna scoffed, contemplating how she shouldn’t be surprised. Before leaving the goddess in shock.

When Mars comes with a quest he is largely ignored. Octavian sasses him for being 6 months late to the battle.

The moment Mars points goes for his sword, everyone else draws there weapons at him. And Reyna coldly inquires after Jason and names several of Mar’s children that died during the battle.

How when they needed him he did nothing and yet now he wants a favour suddenly he’s calling for them.

Concluding that Camp Jupiter won’t comply with anything until Jason’s returned. Because they’ve sent search parties that keep being sent off course.

Mars says she can’t do that because her authority doesn’t succeed Olympus and Reyna says Olympus has no authority here.

Percy actually has a bit of a tough time gaining everyone’s trust because of him helping Juno. He’s under suspicion for being a spy as he’s allying with the Olympians.

Which…doesn’t make the reveal go very well. Especially with Jason’s stolen memories making him believe he should blindly serve the Olympians.

It’s the final straw for Camp Jupiter and all out war breaks out because clearly the Greeks are siding with the enemy.

Frank and Hazel are sceptical given they’ve seen the after effects of the battle while not being there to participate in it.

As well as their respective pasts with the Olympians. Hazel being cursed and left to die and Franks lifeline being a stick.

But because of their friendship with Percy they’re more open minded.

Jason however feels confused and betrayed. He knows the last several months we’re real, they had to be right? But he can’t brush off Reynas desperate plea as they were separated.

“Jason! Whatever they tell you don’t fall for it. You know the truth, deep down in your heart you know. You’re so much more than his son, remember that!”

It haunts him.

Makes its way into his dreams. At some point he stops hearing Reynas voice entirely. And one of an older woman, soothing and tired but still so powerful.

She promises him the truth.

To remove the barriers over his stolen self and give him the answers he wishes.

It’ll be his decision in the end. It’ll just give him the information to make a choice, as is his fatal flaw.

Night falls on a stormy night. His mothers ghost seems to haunt him from the corner of his mind. Jason closes his eyes and accepts the offer.

The good solider vanished long before he opened his eyes.

He remembered everything.

And he was done being a pawn.

[thestarstoasun]

Okay, so ignoring The Burning Maze in TOA. Imagine Jason hearing about Leo building his new life at the Waystation & he already knows Piper is working on her new mortal life. It leaves him questioning where he fits in now. What is he supposed to do? He still has to finish the shrines to the minor Gods, but after that, what purpose would keep him around? He was raised by Lupa during his crucial years, and then at 4 was sworn into the Legion. Yet, he's become too Greek to stay around Camp Jupiter. He doesn't fit in like he used to. And he's too restrained to really fit in at Camp Half-Blood.

It hurts because the two people closest to him seem to be adjusting just fine to new lives, and he has no idea what he'll do when this task is done. This giant question lies at his feet, and he doesn't want to search for the answer, the real answer. Because, if asked, the answer would be Son of Jupiter, Juno's Champion, and former Praetor.

Under all of Juno's memory meddling, behind the child soldier, beneath the abandoned toddler, Who is Jason Grace?

[lemonjestercoffee]

noticed people were using Juno to celebrate pride month on the aj tag, figured this would be a good excuse to show off my Juno shrine den + Juno inspired variant of my main look

something something friend of Juno's, happy pride

Bonus: this is my actual pride look, the unlabeled llama

[rinasunny]

Canon details of Eros and Psyche tale often missed out by the retellings [Part 3]

During her sea vacation Aphrodite/Venus completely abandons her duties, probably due to the fact that she wasn't worshipped for a while. A seagull comes to her and says there is neither friendship nor love amongst humans, though she is not the only culprit. It informs her of rumour of Eros/Cupid having a girlfriend. Psyche isn't Aphrodite's first guess. She thinks of Nymphs, the Hours, or the Muses, or the Graces instead. Even these suggestions make her angry and when she learns the identity she is obviously furious but not only at Psyche.

Upon reuniting with her son Aphrodie is NOT kind or caring towards him. She goes on full rant about him being naughty and disrespectful towards everyone, especially gods. She rants about him making her cheat on Hephaestus/Vulcan, but at the same time the fact that Ares/Mars has lovers besides her. Calls him names, expresses her anxiety about becoming a grandmother (I guess she forgot that Aenaes had descendants). On top of that threatens to take away his equipment (the bow, arrows, his torch and even wings) and give to one of her slave boys (that she would adopt). Eros doesn't respond.

Upon exiting their palace she stumbles upon Demeter/Ceres and Hera/Juno, who heard her rant. She expects their support but they take Cupid&Psyche's side and try to reason with her, but as we all know do not succeed.

After tricking her sisters into falling off a cliff Psyche searches Eros/Cupid and accidentally finds an abandoned temple of Demeter/Ceres, it's quite messy but Psyche doesn't leave it as is.

It was heaped with ears of wheat, some woven into wreaths, and ears of barley. There were sickles, and all the other harvest implements, but scattered about in total disorder, as if left there by the harvesters escaping the summer sun. Psyche sorted them all into separate piles, thinking she should not neglect the temples or rituals of any deity, but rather appeal to the kindness and mercy of them all.

Demeter comes to her saying that Aphrodite is looking for her and she's pissed. Psyche begs her to allow her to hide in the temple for a few days until Aphrodite forgets about her. Despite sympathy towards Psyche Demeter rejects her.

5. Psyche seeks refuge in Hera's temple. She does more or less the same thing she did in Demeter's temple to the same result. In Roman Empire if you hide a slave (Psyche) from his/owner (Venus/Aphrodite) you bring them back with your own slave + monetary compensation.

6. Aphrodite decides to seek Psyche with Hermes/Mercury's help, gives him the then equivalent of wanted poster. The one arrests her should bring her to Mercury by her shrine in the Circus Maximus. The reward is seven kisses from Aphrodite and "one more deeply honeyed touch of her caressing tongue".

7. Everyone searches for Psyche though she pretty much comes herself.

8. Upon meeting with Psyche Aphrodite beats her up and laughs at her, then goes on another (quite sarcastic) rant. Here's an important thing Aphrodite claims Psyche to be her slave and the marriage between Eros and Psyche was illegitimate (back then the Roman law required weddings required witnesses and consent from a groom's father i.e. Zeus/Jupiter). Thus Psyche's child would be a bastard, though Aphrodite suggested she might not let the child to be born.

9. Right after Psyche gets whipped and tortured by Aphrodites servants Anxiety and Sorrow.

10. This context pretty much frames Psyche's labours not as quests to get Eros back but punishment and torture from Aphrodite. Starting with second labour they are designed specifically to kill Psyche off. That's why she tried to kill herself at the start of every new labour except the first (she just froze).

11. Since retellings tend to describe the labours quite accurately I'm not gonna go into detail, except for the fact that after completion of each labour Aphrodite accuses Psyche of cheating, that it was her secret lover who helped her do all of these.

To be continued...

[hermitslibrary]

hera and juno's unexpected epithets

most of hera's epithets relate to her being the ultimate queen of the heavens - hera potnia (queen), hera skeptoukhos (scepter bearer), hera pangratis (all-powerful), and hera zygia (married) . several are specific by region but worshipped alongside zeus with a similar epithet (like zeus and hera olympia or hera hēniochē alongside zeus - basileus). there were still many that i was surprised by!

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disclaimer: i am using these posts to save my preliminary research. i’m a beginner to hellenic polytheism. this is not intended to teach but to share what i’ve learned. happy to take corrections!

─ hera aigophagos - the goat eater

Αιγοφαγος ; good post about the source of this epithet

─ hera alexandros - defender / protector of men

Ἀλέξανδρος ; "... under which she was worshipped at sicyon. a temple had been built there to hera alexandros by adrastus after his flight from argos." (smith)

─ hera boôpis - cow-eyed

Bοῶπις ; "ox-eyed; having large, full eyes" (wiktionary)

"an epithet commonly given to hera in the homeric poems. it has been said that the goddess was thus designated in allusion to her having metamorphosed io into a cow; but this opinion is contradicted by the fact, that other divinities too, such as euryphaessa and pluto, are mentioned with the same epithet; from this circumstance it must be inferred, that the poets meant to express by it nothing but the sublime and majestic character of those divinities." (encyclopedia mythica)

good post about hera boôpis

─ hera the chera - the widow

χῆρα ; "... was believed to have been given her by temenus, the son of pelasgus. he had brought up hera, and erected to her at old stymphalus three sanctuaries under three different names. to hera, as a maiden previous to her marriage, he dedicated one in which she was called pais (παῖς); to her as the wife of zeus, a second in which she bore the name of teleia (τέλεια); and a third in which she was worshiped as the chera (χῆρα), the widow, alluding to her separation from zeus." (smith)

─ hera exacesterius - one who averts or cures evil

can't really find sources for this one, other than that it was also used as an epithet for apollo. i saw this epithet here

─ hera hēniochē - the charioteer

"this name is only found in lebadaea in boetia and is linked to the oracle trophonius. in the context of this sanctuary, hera henioche received offerings alongside zeus basileus (“king”), implying that she was indeed worshipped in close relationship with zeus... there are a few theories as to how hera ended up with the henioche epithet. first, we know that in this city held a festival called basileia, which included horse races. another theory considers the epithet as a metaphorical link to hera as a goddess of marriage. the idea being that hera 'leads' young people to marriage, the same way horses are led by the charioteer." (dithyram blog)

─ juno kalendaris - of the calendar

second definition "of or belonging to the first day of the month"; juno kalendaris was worshipped on the first day of each month. (latin lexicon)

─ hera moneta - the advisor

"the romans, in need of money during the war against pyrrhus and the men of taras, prayed to hera; and [the story goes that] she replied to them that if they hold out against the arms [of the enemy] with justice they would not go short of money. successful, then, in their request, the romans honoured hera moneta, that is advisor, having determined to stamp the coinage in her temple." (source)

─ hera oplosmia - bearing arms / shield

Οπλοσμία "we have faint glimpses of a war-like hera... the hera Οπλοσμία of elis is only known to us through lycophron and his scholiasist." (cults of the greek states, vol. 1)

─ juno quiritis - spearholder / protector of spearmen

"as juno curritis/curitis/quiritis (“protector of spearmen”), she was worshipped by the 30 curiae (archaic military and political administrative groups), with a temple or shrine in the campus martius [an area where soldiers traditionally trained." (source)

"traditionally, roman marriages included a ritual where the bride's hair was cut or parted with a spear - some see this as the result of Juno's association with marriage, although other explanations for the ritual are given as well." (source)

─ hera tropaia - bringer of victory

Τροπαία (source)

─ juno zöógonos thæá - the vivific goddess

ζωόγονος Θεά

vivific definition: imparting spirit or vivacity (from merriam webster)

"juno (íra) is called by the orphic theologers, according to proclus ζωόγονος θεά, or the vivific goddess: an epithet perfectly agreeing with the attributes ascribed to her in this Hymn (ed. orphic hymn 16, or 15 in the taylor trans.). and in theol. plat. p. 483, he says that juno is the source of the soul's procreation." (thomas taylor 1792). (source)

excited to keep getting to know the different sides of the beautiful queen of the sky!

sources: theoi, this google doc, wikipedia page for hera

[chnt-confessions]

Can I join the party and have a Juno and Mila jackoff shrine

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[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (42)

Pres.Ravinstill: My dearest Mentors, in spite of the recent tragic events-

Felix: You mean the Arena Explosion Incident that almost got us killed if not for Palmyra Monty being absent that day?

Pres.Ravinstill: Yes. That one.

Festus: But why are we calling it tragic? Nobody died.

Pres.Ravinstill: Correct! Nobody died except for our government’s budget for reconstruction that is. Now I have to borrow another large sum of money from Monster Cardew- I mean, from Mama Cardew again.😞

Livia: That sounds like good news to me.😌💅

Coryo: Of course it does.🙄

Pres.Ravinstill: However, that is not the reason for why I’m here today-

Androcles: Mr. President, Mr. President, are you here for your missing Bichon Frisé puppy-

Everyone: Andie!

Androcles: Nevermind. I’ll shut up now.

Pres.Ravinstill: As I was saying, I’m here to make an announcement. An important one that will either make or break the future of our country. So Felix, come up here and give your Gran Gran a hug-

Felix: Am I in trouble? If so, just know it wasn’t me. It was Festus-

Festus: Hey! I ain’t no criminal-

Felix: Or Hilarius-

Hilarius: Fair enough.

Felix: And Sejanus.

Sejanus: Coryo! Coryo, my love, they’re bullying me again!😭

Coryo: Babe, please stop crying in front of the President. It’s embarrassing.

Sejanus: Ok. I’ll stop crying if you first give me a kiss.😘

Coryo: On the cheek?

Sejanus: No.

Coryo: On the forehead?

Sejanus: Lower.

Coryo: On the nose?!

Sejanus: Lower.

Coryo: On your chin?!

Sejanus: You know where, Babe.😏

Coryo: I-

Sejanus: Pretty please?🥺

Coryo: Um-

Lysistrata: Kiss him! Kiss him, Coryo! Coryo, please! For the SnowPlinth Fan Club!

Diana: You do know that the President is still here, right?

Felix: Don’t worry about it. My granduncle is part of the SnowPlinth Fan Club. Just look at him.

Pres.Ravinstill: Kiss him! Kiss him, Snow!! Crassus x Strabo forever!

Apollo: Crassus x Strabo?! That’s the wrong SnowPlinth Fan Club!

Felix: Tomato, Potato.

Florus: I beg to differ. That’s-

Coryo: *faints from embarrassment*

Pup: Well, I’ll be off to call the medics again.

Sejanus: *princess carries Coryo* Oh, don’t mind me. Coryo and I will be going home together.🥰

Pres.Ravinstill: Fine. I’ll go straight to the point. Felix, my beloved grandnephew, I am officially promoting you to be my new son and heir.😊

Felix: Wait, what?! Why me?! What happened to my other uncles, aunts, and older cousins?!

Pres.Ravinstill: Fortunately, they were all disowned yesterday.

Felix: Disowned?!

Pres.Ravinstill: Fortunately.

Felix: What about my parents?!

Pres. Ravinstill: Them too. So starting today, you are now my one and only son.🥹

Io: Oh, that’s so sweet!

Juno: ✨Slay✨, Class Pres!

Clemensia: Congratulations, Class Pres!

Iphigenia: Nice one, Class Pres!

Domitia: Let’s party!

Dennis: Food’s on Livia!

Livia: Suck a di-

Felix: Granduncle, are you crazy?! Why would you disown everyone but me?!

Pres.Ravinstill: It’s father now. And Panem, it was quite a funny story-

Felix: Please just tell me the short version.😞

Pres.Ravinstill: Fine. Your parents, uncles, aunts, and cousins had a big fight yesterday-

Felix: That’s just normal-

Pres.Ravinstill: Which escalated so fast that one of them intentionally destroyed one of my rare #SnowPlinth merch and my #Crasca4Ever hate shrine!

Vipsania: The audacity!

Pres.Ravinstill: Sis, you don’t even know the worst thing they did!

Vipsania: What did they do?

Pres.Ravinstill: Those damn ungrateful kids of mine vandalized one of my exclusive Bichon Frisé puppy posters out of spite!😡🔪

Everyone:. . .

Pres.Ravinstill: So I disowned all of them. Lol.

Felix: What the heck?!

Lysistrata: Not the SnowPlinth merch!😭

Pres.Ravinstill: I know! They were all so cruel to commit a crime such as that!

Sejanus: Mr. President, Mr. President, we must swiftly punish-

Pres.Ravinstill: Don’t worry, Mr.

Plinth. I already gave them a befitting punishment for their actions.

Felix: Which is?!

Pres.Ravinstill: Peacekeeper duties for 10 years without pay.😊

Felix: *faints from the shock*

Gaius: Fainting must be trending today.

Urban: You don’t say.😒

[cursecuelebre]

Roman Goddess Luciana of Childbirth and Light

Attributes:

Childbirth

Matrons (Married Women)

New borns

Midwifery

Soon - to - be Mothers

Virginity/Chasity

Celestial Light Moon and Sun

Light that which brings Newborns into life.

Fertility especially when it comes to women

Symbols:

Torches

The colors red, black, and white

Libyan Lotus trees or Nettle trees. Member of the Elm tree family. The trees are southern European species of nettle trees, the Romans just refer them to as Lotus trees.

I’ve read from a source that lady bugs or lady birds are sacred to her but I find just one source so take it with a gain of salt. Lady bugs is mostly associated with Freyja so I would imagine relating to fertility.

Titles and Epithets:

Luciana is the Goddess of light and childbirth and newborns. Her name is alone to be just be a goddess alone which is possibly she originated from a Sabine moon goddess. But her name itself can be a title like how “Hekate or Hekatos” is used not just for a name of a goddess. Her name Luciana can be derived from the Latin word “Lux” which is luminous and light also “Lucus” which means Groves I’ll explain in the next paragraph. I’ll put other names she was referred by but also what goddesses of which they took her name as an epithet/title.

- Noctiluca - Giving Light by Night

- Luna - Of The Moonlight

- Lucifera - Giver of Light

- Juno Lucina - Shining one. With this title there is more information about the worship of Luciana.

- Diana Lucina - Divine Queen

- Hekate Lucina - Hekate was also known to bear this title as a light bearer.

- Saint Lucia or Saint Lucy: It is theorised and not so uncommon of when goddesses or gods become saints after Christianisation a well known example is St Brigid once known before in pre-Christian Ireland as a Celtic goddess of the Hearth. Saint Lucia is said to be the Goddess of Luciana whose symbol is a torch as well.

General Information

During the early days of the Roman Empire Luciana was one of the first temples to be established. She is said to be originated from the tribe of Sabine whose role as a moon goddess. Her role within Roman religion was mostly documented as Juno Lucina which isn’t surprising since Juno is the goddess of marriage and motherhood and childbirth. Her temple was set on Cisipan Hill on a Grove. But a shrine to Luciana was built on Esquiline Hill around 373 BCE on March 1st. It was always set on a grove which was surrounded by Lotus trees or Nettle trees which was very sacred and celebrated by offering locks of hair from Vestal Virgins who acknowledge their vows of chastity and a choice to not become a mother.

When Luciana was invoked during childbirth for easy delivery and a healthy child to be born. Women would let their hair loose and untie any knots from their clothing in a way of sympathetic magic letting energy of the birth flow easily and without any complications. After the baby was delivered, the child would be brought to the goddess’s altar called Sellisternium (a altar dedicated to a goddess) along for a feast of celebration. Luciana is very much centered around all things pregnancy, newborns, fertility, she even is called a Saviour from infertility, She is in charge bringing Newborns into the light of the world, also grants Newborns safe passage.

Her festivals

Held on March 1st, the Roman new year also called Matronalia plus the anniversary of the temple’s founding. Where married women would be given money from their husbands to make an offering to Juno Luciana of Womanhood. They (Matrons) would general go to the temple make offerings on Esquiline Hill. Afterwards a festival of Family would began as the Matrons of the household would be a central figure with their husbands giving them gifts and Slaves would be served as well.

Editor’s Note:

It was brought up very importantly that Luciana is the Italian proper name but “Lucina” is the correct and proper spelling for the titles and epithets for Juno and Diana not Luciana. The difference is very hard to notice at first which I made that mistake, but thank you to the lovely user who made it known to me in the comments! Putting this here so that it’s a marking of update, I will retype the titles and such for the correction 💖