#Hero Worship

[pratchettquotes]

Walking was important, Vimes had always said, and because Vimes said it Carrot believed it. Walking and talking. Walk far enough and talk to enough people and sooner or later you had an answer.

Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay

[khaire-traveler]

Just your casual reminder that you are welcome to worship figures of Greek mythology, especially heroes. Some heroes in Greek mythology even had cults of their own, such as Achilles, Heracles, and Perseus. Hero worship is historically proven!

So if there is a mythological figure that really spoke to you, look into them some more, and reach out. It could be a really wonderful time. c:

[feraltwinkseb]

May 23, 2024 - Monte Carlo, Monaco Source: XPB/Alamy Live News

[nothoughtsgayboy]

Odysseus my beloved :)

[dvudushnydiaries]

“Dogs! You have been saying all the time I never should return out of the land of Troy; and therefore you destroyed my home, outraged my women-servants, and, I alive, covertly wooed my wife, fearing no gods.”

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Titans Tower Au!

Tim is showing a starstruck Bernard around the Tower when the Red Hood breaks in.

Jason doesn’t know what happened, but there’s a civilian kid charging at him just when he was about to get to the good bit and clip the Replacement’s wings, screaming and crying to stop hurting Robin.

He’s never been so confused in his whole damn life.

[yourwitchybrother]

Working with Odysseus!

Today, I come to you with some insight into the hero work part of my practice. I work very closely with Odysseus, he and I have a rather close bond with one another. As it stands right now, he doesn't yet have an altar. But I do plan on making him one when I can.

So, let's talk about how I honor and work with Odysseus in my practice.

Honoring Odysseus

In my prayers, I address Odysseus with gratitude and appreciation. He has been a more human teacher of mine since he entered my life, and he sort of serves as a buffer when I'm not communicating with deities. Communicating with Odysseus, in my experience, is a lot clearer, but not as concise. He has a lot to say when I do tarot with him!

He is also a huge fan of my shufflemancy playlist, and he adores the playlist I've made for him on Spotify. He likes music a lot. As another form of honoring him, his playlist has become my workout playlist for the gym.

For some context; Odysseus entered my life to help me become more active during a deep depressive rut I was stuck in back in my freshman year of college. I was fresh out of a toxic household, away from home for an extended period of time for the first time, I was coming out of survival mode and it was harsh on my mind and body. I was realizing just how toxic my home environment was, and it made me angry.

I took this energy out at the gym.

Odysseus also accompanied me when my partner and I were going through a really rough patch in our relationship. Communicating got difficult as we both went through our own issues, but Odysseus pushed me to keep trying, even when it got tough, and it helped greatly.

If you're unaware, Odysseus adores his wife, Penelope, more than anything. He tells me about her, sometimes. How sweet she is, how delighted he is to be with her forever, now. It's nice to listen to. He's been helpful in getting through the rough patches with my partner, especially while we're long-distance for the foreseeable future. The difference is, I can contact my partner within an instant, even from a distance. He envies this. However, I value communication with my partner because Odysseus has taught me how to cope with the distance. This is another way that I honor him.

My Relationship with Odysseus

Recently, Odysseus has become more of a mentor than he once was. He and I are close, we've been building a relationship for a little while, and despite taking me under his wing to help with navigating my future endeavors, he's still someone that I'd consider a friend. And that's odd to say when you remember the fact that he's a spirit and I'm a human, but it's how we mutually view one another.

He watches me sing Epic: The Musical and is thoroughly entertained by the ways in which his legacy lives on. He enjoys seeing me engage in physical activity, and work out. I started doing calisthenics and he's been a huge fan of that. When I worked my camp counselor job this past month, he loved seeing me interact with the kids, talk to them, and bond with them.

Odysseus can be a goofball, but he can also be serious whenever the need arises. That's something you shouldn't forget if you work with him.

He is also very bold. I bought a candle for Neptune and I think Odysseus took it over for about a week before Neptune actually got his hands on it. A very bold move on his part.

Conclusion!

I always struggle with describing my relationships with heroes because I don't know how to explain them in a way that people will understand. It's a lot of clairaudience, a lot of dream work. It's a deep bond that I've worked to form. Feel free to ask questions or inquire further in my inbox! Blessed be, and may the Sun be your guide. A domani!

[weeby-monster-the-bastard]

some advice for Hero worship

i will preface this I am not a professional in hellenic work or hero worship I'm just showing what helps

TREAT THEM LIKE HUMANS. IDC. TREAT THEM LIKE HUMANS.

offer them things they might have loved in life

when asking them to be your patron always (this goes for gods too) give them a way out to say no.

when they are a patron/someone you work with don't be shy, speak out loud! talk to them without forcing them to answer back

COMPLIMENT THEM OMGS (do this with every diety/hero dude.)

as i said be human with them. introduce yourself like a friend would, ask them unrelated questions like favorite fruit or color, give pronouns, etc

normally i feel that if you play lyre music it is a familiar space for them to connect

please for the love of gods if you have conflicting gods/goddesses please separate altars (looking at you achilleas and apollo/hj)

if you can get them fake flowers of their choice that's a nice thing to do or if you can care for a plant place the pot/vase next to their altar

if they had kids or a wife they adored in life talk about them in a good light

just be kind and thoughtful

educate yourself on their past please T-T

by the way if i said anything wrong or you have something to add go ahead!!!

[wisdom-devotee]

Odysseus feels like a firm hand on my shoulder

[verdantlyviolet]

Exploring a thought.

Hero worship in focused inward, and god worship is focussed outward. What I mean by this is that, in my view, hero worship is about idolisation. Emulation. Inspiration. Heroes are the best of us, like the gods way of providing a how-to or a map. They are beyond human, but a way for us to aspire to be greater. We can be heroic but we do worship.

Then there’s Herakles who is both hero and god, but that man is an exception to every rule.

[photozoi]

Uncle the Imp catches sight of his nemesis er, nephew on the other side of the small coop. Which way should he run?!

The nephew Bean, having seen that he was seen, makes his move!

"Aha, Mine Uncle, you are MINE!!!"

The Imp darts ahead but the Bean utilizes Levitation to smack down his opponent.

Clouds pass overhead, birds begin to sing, frogs trill from the ponds. Did the smack down work? Is the Imp no more?

He lives! And he appears unscathed! A quick glance over his shoulder and a dart to the right saved the Imp from being crushed by his overly enthusiastic nephew.

"Did'ja see me flyin'? I almost had him! I did! My Uncle is the GREATEST! He knew I could fly and he got away! He is the BEST UNCLE EVER! I'll get him next time, just watch me!!!"

Silken Windhound shenanigans, all day, every day. Mr the Mung Bean has a bit of Hero Worship going on, and the Imp eats it up. Good thing he is clever tho', or he would be road kill by now!

[khaire-traveler]

🪻 Subtle Hyakinthos Worship 🌱

Pick flowers; press or dry them

Start a garden; tend to a plant

Grow your own herbs or produce

Keep a picture of him in your wallet

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

Get a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Make a flower crown, especially with Laurel leaves included

Drink an herbal/flower tea (SAFELY!!!); add some honey to it

Support environmental preservation or LGBT rights organizations

Have imagery of swans, flowers, hyacinths, an iris or larkspur (sources believe one of these are the original flower mentioned in myth), the sun/sunlight, or rebirth (maybe spring) around

Have a stuffed animal swan or any animal you associate with rebirth

Express yourself in little ways if you can't be fully open; a bracelet that represents your gender, pride flag colored shoelaces, etc.

If you have a partner, buy or pick flowers for them; buy or pick flowers for yourself

Pick up trash in your environment

Try spring cleaning; tidy up your space

Take a self-care bath/shower, especially with herbs or flower petals

Make a list of things that made you smile throughout the day/week, big or small

Talk a walk/hike in nature; walk through a field of flowers or an area with lots of flowers

Put up a sugar water feeder for pollinators, such as hummingbirds, butterflies, and bees

Fall asleep/meditate to the sounds of nature - bird songs, forest ambiance, etc.

Take regular breaks from screens; be sure to get some fresh air

Learn about the local flora

Try foraging (SAFELY!!!)

Practice compassion towards others as well as yourself

Donate fresh fruits and vegetables to soup kitchens and homeless shelters (if the shelters accept perishables)

Get some movement throughout your day, even if it's just stretching your muscles

Eat three meals a day; try to eat well if able

Stay hydrated; drink lots of water

Take your medications, if any

Try herbal/natural remedies for MINOR health problems; stomaches, headaches, sore throats, etc.

Take some time to bask in the sunlight

Get accustomed to the idea of change; without change, we cannot progress

Keep a self-love and self-growth journal; write about your feelings (positive and negative), treat yourself with understanding, write ways you've changed throughout the month, etc.

Engage in comforting activities after a hard day; engage in self-care

Engage with childhood media; get in touch with the younger part of yourself

Get comfortable with the idea of growing older; to be human is to grow old; to grow old is not a bad thing

Be kind to children; play with them if offered

Dance/sing to music, especially music that makes you feel free, wild, young, or happy

Recycle when you can; try to make/use your own compost

Leave flowers on graves (ask permission from the cemetery first!!!)

Make your own cookies, pastries, breads, etc.; try to use natural ingredients

Give out handmade pastries, cookies, breads, etc. to loved ones and those in need

Try to ground yourself in nature; stand in a green landscape with bare feet (if safe); focus on the fresh air coming into and out of your lungs, the peaceful sounds near you, etc.

Be gentle with yourself, especially if you're having a difficult time; treat yourself as you would treat a loved one - someone extremely near and dear to your heart

Open your windows, blinds, curtains, etc. on a sunny day; let the light or fresh air in

Stop and smell the flowers c:

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This is my life of discreet ways to worship Hyacinthus! I found this list a bit challenging, mostly due to the stress I'm dealing with offline, so I'll likely make edits to it in the future. In the meantime, I hope someone finds this helpful! Take care! 💜

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

[feraltwinkseb]

Race of Champions 2009 November 3, 2009 - Beijing, China Source: FREDERIC J. BROWN/AFP via Getty Images

[rizlowwritessortof]

Hero Worship

From the moment you met Soldier Boy, you knew the obsession would become  your life.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Word Count: 2094

Warnings: Smut. Just smut. 

For mah Liz @jensensgotyoudean​  💚💚💚  Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

It was dangerous downtown. A battle was raging in the street, Payback out in force against some criminal element, you didn’t really know the details. There was no reason for you to be there. Well, there was no good reason.

You were there for him.

You had bought the police scanner a couple of weeks after you met him for the first time. Some big media frenzy parade, all the members of Payback shaking hands, posing for pictures, signing autographs for rabid fans. Soldier Boy had posed and strutted and smirked his way through the crowd, but when his eyes had landed on you – he had paused, one side of his sinful lips drawn up in a lecherous smile. “Well, hello there, beautiful,” he had said, his voice smooth and warm as hot buttered rum. He had taken your hand in his, brought it to his lips, and gave it a kiss that immediately brought to mind how those lush lips would feel elsewhere. “Hope I can run into you again sometime.” His eyes were dark with promises of what could happen, if that were to happen. When he left you standing there, your knees were weak and there was a steady throbbing between your thighs that took way too long to subside.

And so your obsession began. You listened to the scanner night and day, waiting to hear that Payback was on the scene anywhere you could manage to drive to within a reasonable time. After, of course, making sure you were dressed to attract the attention of the man you couldn’t get out of your mind.

Of course, he never noticed you. To be fair, he was always rather occupied beating the living shit out of the bad guys, so you watched and admired and dreamed of what you wished could be. Those nights you’d go home, desperately wanting, but forced to settle for your own touch to relieve the aching desire. It just wasn’t enough. You wanted him – his hard, muscled body against yours, his lips on your skin, his rough fingers touching you, his undoubtedly large cock buried inside you.

Obsession wasn’t a strong enough word for what you felt for him. It was pure, unbridled, desperate lust that drove you, and you wouldn’t be satisfied until – well, until you were satisfied.

The current battle was growing more heated, more violent, and you backed up against the wall of a building near an alley where you could escape if the action moved in your direction. Your eyes searched the melee, looking for what they were hungry for, your blood heating up as you watched him pummel his opponent, tossing the man out of the way like a discarded rag doll. Miraculously, his eyes scanned the area and came to rest on you for a split second, and you froze, staring back. He turned back to the fight, but a loud explosion rocked the neighborhood, and your eyes widened as the wreckage of a car came flying your direction.

Something collided with you, driving the air from your lungs, and you squeezed your eyes shut, knowing this was your last moment on earth. An ear-splitting crash sent your eyes open wide once again, a cry of terror startled from your throat, but there was no pain, no crushing weight on top of you.  Instead, as the shock and panic began to subside a little, you realized that you were lying a good distance into the alley, which was now blocked by a huge pile of burning debris. You raised your head, looking directly into the green eyes you saw every night in your dreams.

“Well, I guess I finally ran into you again.”

You were lying on top of your hero, his arms still wrapped tight around you, and you wondered for a moment if you should pinch yourself. But if this was a dream, you didn’t want to wake up. “You – you saved me. Thank you.”

His large hands spanned your waist and lifted you to your feet. Your eyes followed as he stood, towering over you. “So what is a classy woman like you doing in a trashy neighborhood like this?”

You looked up at him, your adoration clear in your eyes. “You. I came for you.”

He grinned. “And I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Your cheeks grew warm and you ducked your head a little to hide your embarrassed smile. “I mean – I listen to police calls, and when I hear you’re somewhere close, I show up so I can – see you. And I always hope you’ll see me. But you never have. Until today.”

“Lucky for you, I saw you this time. Or you’d be a smear on the sidewalk out there.”

You took a step closer, looking up at him again. “And I’m very grateful.” Lifting yourself up on tiptoe, your hand on his shoulder to help you balance, you kissed his cheek.

His green-eyed stare was intense as he raised a hand to your face, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips. “Exactly how grateful are you, princess?”

You let your hand trail down his chest, every nerve in your body buzzing with electricity as you moved it further, finally cupping the generous bulge beneath his uniform. “Very, very grateful.”

A soft, contemplative “Hmmmmm…” vibrated in his chest, his lips pouting as he gazed down at you, appraising. “Show me.”

Your eyes fixed on his, you lowered yourself to your knees on the dirty concrete. He stared back, his eyes almost glowing with lust as he opened his belt of his uniform and unfastened his pants, leaving the rest up to you. Your hands were shaking a little as you reached for the waist of his briefs, unveiling him, your eyes now focused on your prize. He was glorious, even better than your dreams, long and thick and pulsing slightly with his steady heartbeat.

You moistened your lips with your tongue, fingers curling around his girth to stroke him gently. He was velvety-soft and hard as steel, making your mouth water for a taste. Your eyes drifted closed as you leaned in, dragging your tongue over him from root to tip, then swirling it over the head before your took him into your mouth.

His fingers tangled in your hair, the other hand stroking your cheek as you worked to take him in deeper with each bob of your head. “If your mama could see you now, on your knees in a dirty alley with your mouth full of cock…” he crooned, and you moaned softly around him, sucking hard as you pulled back. “Oh, yeah, princess, you really are grateful.”

He kept his hand in your hair, but let you be in control until you finally got close to taking him in fully. Then he took hold of you with both hands and shoved himself in to the limit, smirking down at you as you fought the urge to gag, tears leaking from your eyes. “Good girl. Just relax,” he ordered, groaning as your throat spasmed, trying to swallow. Then he pulled himself free, letting you catch your breath  and wipe your face on your sleeve before he reached for your hands to help you stand.

He brushed the hair back from your face, his eyes shining as he smiled down at you. “Took that like a champ, princess. How about I return the favor?” He moved his hands to your waist, steering you around and backwards until you were against the far wall. He slipped both hands beneath the skirt of your knit mini dress and tore your panties apart as if they were tissue, discarding the scraps behind him and going down to one knee in front of you. “Might want to hang on,” he grinned, then ducked his head underneath your skirt and grabbed one leg behind your knee to hook it over his shoulder.

Your head fell back against the wall with a solid thud as he nuzzled his face between your lower lips and began to nibble and lick with an appreciative growl. You clutched desperately at his shoulders, trying not to shout at the jolts of pleasure firing through you, almost biting through your lip to keep from screaming as he sucked at your clit, making you come so hard you couldn’t breathe for a moment.   “That’s my girl,” he mumbled against you, continuing with his mouth and working two still-gloved fingers inside you, twisting and rubbing, driving you nearly mad with his unerring aim at your sweet spot.

Once you came again, he moved back and rose to his feet, his arms around you to support your limp body. “Easy, there, beautiful.” He held you until you found your legs again, even though they were still weak and wobbly. He braced his body against yours, holding you against the wall while he lowered his pants a little more, then lifted you to wrap your legs around him.

He shifted his hips and reached down to guide himself to your entrance, pushing steadily forward until you were trembling around him, filled to your limit and whimpering softly. He held you against the wall with his hips as he hooked the fingers of both hands in the scoop neck of your dress and yanked it down along with the cups of your bra. He began to move with short, hard thrusts, driving deep, his eyes on your bouncing breasts as you let out a desperate whine of his name. “Soldier Boy...”

He laughed, never losing his rhythm. “Kitten, I’m balls deep inside you – I think you can call me Ben.”  

The fabric of your dress snagged against the brick behind you with each powerful thrust, your body riding a knife’s edge of pleasure on the cusp of exploding, but never quite getting there. Your head lolled forward, and he gave a sharp tug to your nipple, sending your eyes wide again. “Look at you, my little fuck-drunk princess. Come on, give it to me and I’ll fill you up, doll.” He pulled back and speared into you, tweaking your nipple again, and you came with a shattered shriek of his name.

“Ben!!” When your orgasm began to ebb, you went limp as a rag doll as he fucked into you mercilessly, chasing his own climax, the sensation of him throbbing inside you making your body react with a violent shudder, your arms dropping useless to your sides. You barely heard the sound of screeching metal, and then someone calling out as they entered the alley, your eyes unfocused as Soldier Boy’s sidekick Gunpowder came into view.

“Soldier Boy. Hey, we’re going back to headquarters, just wanted to let you know. Told Countess you were talking to reporters. Sorry to interrupt you, sir.”

“It’s okay, kid. We’re done. She’s definitely done,” he said with a smirk. He lifted you off his still half-hard cock, lowering you to stand on shaky legs as he put himself away and zipped up. He continued talking as he tugged your dress back up to cover your chest, glancing around and bending down to grab your destroyed panties. “Kid, I’ve got a job for you. I need you to take her to her car and drive her home. You can call with the address, I’ll send a car to pick you up.” Gunpowder nodded with a ‘Yes, sir’ as Soldier Boy handed you the scrap of fabric. “Here, kitten, better clean up a little.”

He watched, eyes narrowed, as you gingerly cleaned between your legs as best you could, tossing the cloth to the ground. “What’s your name, princess?” You told him, your eyes slowly moving up until they met his, a self-satisfied smile still on his face. “Kid’s gonna take you home, make sure you’re inside safe. I might stop by sometime, continue this little conversation. If you want.” You nodded, smiling back at him weakly. “Good girl.” He stepped aside and you walked on wobbly legs to where the teenage superhero waited, taking his offered arm for support and letting him escort you from the alley.

Most of your time now is spent waiting for him. You have no need to work anymore, since he pays your rent and expenses. He sends a messenger to let you know when he’s coming, sometimes with instructions for you to follow. Occasionally there’s a gift of lingerie, or a sex toy. He treats you like a princess and fucks you like a whore, always leaving you exhausted and well-satisfied.

Best job you’ve ever had.

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If you use my edit, credit me

I’m always down for spicy scenes with a dominant but gentle Daemon

Msg me if interested. I prefer 21+

Multi-pata, 3rd person POV.

[joyfultearsandsweetmemories]

ugh I love sappho

RECENTLY just getting into her work , just I'm going to learn more about her poems and that

I love the ode to aphrodite one she made its just Hella sweet

Here's a link to a fellow aphrodite devotee analysing it