#Phyllis and Demophon

[softlytowardthesun]

[rorja]

writing is so funny sometimes?? because i become so dumb that i quickly open another tab on internet and ask questions like “how many trees and flowers bloom in February? like . are they a lot or…?” and then i’m stuck writing goofy lines such as this one:

[…] even in the harshest days of February, where the warmth is not prominent yet and the winds cradled still traces of last winter’s snowfalls, some trees gifted a delightful scenery nonetheless. Certainly not as much as the delicate landscape in spring, but quite not so scarce like the picture they offer in the late days of December.

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[hildegardavon]

Master of the Chronique Scandaleuse, active about 1493-1510

Phyllis writes to Demophon, ca.1493, (Part of Ovid, Excerpts from Heroides; Octavien de Saint-Gelais, Letters, Ms. 121, fol. 32), tempera colors, gold, and ink, 25.3×18.7 cm

The J. Paul Getty Museum (Los Angeles) Inv. 2021.7.32

[impeccablenest68]

20+ Names That Mean Moth: Mystical and Captivating – Impeccable Nest

Moths have an air of mystery surrounding them, attracting interest in names related to these nocturnal winged insects. Names meaning moth originate from several languages and cultures around the world.

One name derived from Greek mythology is Pyrrha, meaning "flame-colored" or "reddish". In Greek mythology, Pyrrha was the daughter of Epimetheus and wife of Deucalion, the only humans to survive a great flood sent by Zeus to punish humanity. After the waters receded, Pyrrha and Deucalion repopulated the earth by throwing stones behind them, from which sprang new people. Pyrrha derives from the word for "fire", reflecting the reddish color of some moth species 曆.

Another Greek-influenced name is Phyllis, meaning "leaf" or "foliage". Phyllis refers to leaf-eating caterpillars and their transformation into moths. According to myth, Phyllis pined away for her loved one Demophon and was transformed into an almond tree. When the winds blew through the tree'

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[agrumina]

Demophon: I think I forgot something

Acamas: If you forgot, then it wasn’t important

Demophon: Yes, you’re right

Phyllis still waiting in Thrace: ...

[elladastinkardiamou]

In Greek mythology, as in many myths and popular folk traditions around the world, plants, rivers, lakes and other elements of the natural world are viewed as animate beings. They may be personified in the form of deities, as in the case of river gods, or believed to be inhabited by spirits such as nymphs, naiads and dryads and hamadryads – the latter two being specifically linked to trees.

The almond tree, which has existed in Greece since the antiquity, is the first deciduous tree to flower, usually in February or even January if the weather is mild; it has thus been particularly associated with the rebirth of nature and undying hope, giving rise to myths linked to its early bloom.

Phyllis and Demophon

According to myth, Demophon (or Demophoon), son of the legendary hero Theseus, took part in the Trojan War together with his brother Acamas. On his way back home to Athens, he made a stop in Thrace (northern Greece) where he met Phyllis, daughter of the Thracian king Sithon. They fell deeply in love and got married, but soon Demophon had to resume his journey to Athens, where his father Theseus was awaiting. Phyllis agreed to let him leave, making him however promise to soon return for her.

[phyllisanddemophon]

The Tale of Phyllis and Demophon

Phyllis was the daughter of a Thracian king who fell in love with Demophon, the son of Theseus - the famed king of Athens. Demophon was returning home from the ruins of Troy, having been one of those chosen to infiltrate the city in the wooden horse.

The king married Demophon to his daughter and gave him a part of his kingdom.

After some time, Demophon needed to return home to Athens for a time. Phyllis agreed to let him go, so long as he returned at an agreed upon date.

When Demophon didn't return on time, Phyllis hung herself in a tree at the spot where they would have met. The place was called Ennea Onoi, nine roads, because she would return the nine times a day to see if Demophon had come back.

When he eventually arrived in Thrace, having been delayed, he clung to the tree in devastated agony, only for the tree to be suddenly covered in leaves and blossoms.

[rcksmith]

Last night of the world — Five Hargreeves

You can find the 3 request here: anonymous 1, anonymous 2, anonymous 3.

Resume: Luther's wedding was an ironic joke for Five Hargreeves, especially with the apocalypse knocking at the door. But, that night, when Five looked at you and his breath escaped his lungs, he understood his brother. Beause he would marry you too on the last night of the world if he could.

Fluff prompts:

5. ”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

11. “Wow- you look…amazing.” 

15. “Because i love you god damnit!”

16. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass..” “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

20. “How am i supposed to spoil you when you wont accept my gifts?”

40. “Come cuddle.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem!Reader.

Warnings: just swearing, little angst, mention of death, VERY FLUFF.

Word count:3k.

A/N: Spoiler from season 3.

Because I have a lot of requests in my box, I compile 3 orders that are similar and put together, but I took care to added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. 

We not tolerate any pedophilia here!! I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter, MHA and others fandoms.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are OPEN. Love you ❤️

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He can remember to this day. The taste of heaven on the top of his tongue, his heart suddenly racing into an uncontrollable rhythm, the sensation of an icy shiver coursing through his body and igniting a hot flame deep in his chest. It was like seeing the muse of a Renaissance painting: exciting, destabilizing. And all your splendor made the soul of Five Hargreeves want to kneel for you in eternal devotion.

You were breathtaking. And even after years, he can still remember that moment.

Five is not a man who is easily impressed, nor is he snatched by any woman. He is firm, rational and practical. But meeting you… in all your glory as a God-decorated angel, made him want to admit the existence of the divine and drown himself in your religion.

It only took a few months for Hargreeves to realize that the earth's rotation only made sense when you were by his side, directing smiles towards him that made he feel like he was in the heart of the sun, that awakened the will to…be good. At least the best possible, for you. To have the illusion that he could deserve you.

Maybe if Five Hargreeves tried to be a better man when he was by your side, he could fool the gods, life or fate, that he deserved you. And so no one would take you away from him. Maybe.

The relationship of you two was something inevitable, unstoppable, Five held you like it was a miracle and didn't dare let go anymore. You were one of those once-in-a-lifetime things, and he wasn't going to risk losing you. But, lucky for Five, you loved him just as much as Phyllis loved Demophon.

There was an unspoken promise surrounding the love of the two of you, the unshakable conviction that you would remain side by side, until the end of the world.

"You are so lost in thought." Your voice snapped Five out of his reverie, bringing him back to reality.

A reality many years later. Where the end of the world knocked at the door, once again. Where his dysfunctional family was trapped in that strange and confusing reality. A reality where, in the midst of impending death, Luther was getting married.

When did time go by so fast?

It was at that moment that the blue eyes with ocean hues were in your direction, and just like so many years ago, Five lost his breath, his reason and his understanding of the world. The red silk clung to every curve of your body like an embrace of perfection, your skin was glistening under the lights of the hotel's ballroom, leaving you looking like a fantasy too good to have come true.

Holy fuck.

“Wow-’’  His voice got stuck on the way from brain to mouth, too perplexed how someone like you could be real. “You look…amazing.” 

The sincerity in his voice, charged with a tremor and veneration, made the hairs on your arms stand on end and your heart race like horses in a race. How, after so many years, could he still look at you as if you were the most beautiful deity among the Greek gods? There was a pure love deep in his eyes that always made your soul tremble.

"You look wonderful too." You flashed a big smile, running your hand down his arm. “I love you in a suit.”

Five made a mocking sound, like a half laugh, as he looked away for a second before turning his attention to you.

"You always say that."

"Because it's true"

Your body came close to his without hesitation, being greeted by Five's warm arm around your waist. His touch became firmer as he pulled you a little closer, as if, unconsciously, he firming up territory.

“What were you thinking?” He looked at you in an inquisitive way “When I arrived. What were you thinking?”

"In you." His answer came as firm as his grip, and your heart leapt in chest. “More specifically the first time I saw you.”

There was something about the way Five Hargreeves looked at you. Something mysterious, passionate, hot as the fire of sin and sweet as the gates of paradise. Something that made you feel like you were living a true love story. Emotions curled at the top of your throat, and you knew you would cry if you uttered a single syllable. So you just laid your head on his shoulder, snuggling into the person who was the reason you were still breathing.

“What are the plans for tonight?” Your voice came out when you were sure you wouldn't cry, looking back into his eyes.

“My only plan for tonight is to get fucked up beyond all recognition” Then his mouth got closer to your ear and became wicked when said "And fuck you so fucking hard that I'm going to break the bed"

Hot shivers licked up your spine to the back of your neck, heat in your belly rose to your eyes, and you smiled broadly, full of sinful expectation.

Five's promises were never in vain.

”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.” he said.

Your cheeks flushed and you smiled even wider, the blood pulsing hard in your veins, following the same rhythm as your passionate heart.

Hargreeves bit his teeth as he tightened his grip on your waist. “You teasing little thing.”

You laughed loud, letting him lead you to one of the tables and you said softly  “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass...” 

“I heard that!” 

“You were supposed to!”

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No one knew - or cared - what time it was, the height of dawn was always perfect for rampant alcohol and dubious behavior. Nights were made for choices that weren't made during the day.

At that moment, forever was in that ballroom, with drunk people and loud music. The colored lights pulsed like a car engine, contributing alcohol to cloud and inhibit the rationality of everyone in the room.

The world was ending and each one there found a different poetic meaning for the situation.

Luther found his in his wife, Klaus clung to his father's plans and lived that night not as the last, but as the beginning of something, just like Ben. Viktor found his in the peace that existed in the idea of - finally - putting an end to that drama of apocalypses, which followed him from timeline to timeline.

For Five Hargreeves, his poetic meaning was you.

His eyes were heavy and his mind light, but he would have to be completely blind for not recognize that, whenever he looked in your direction, you were the most breathtaking girl of the universe.

Would he stop venerate you as a goddess? No.

He stood there for a few seconds, next to someone he didn't care who it was, his eyes completely mesmerized on you. Like you was the most dangerous siren at sea, and he was just a sailor totally at your mercy.

Your body, trapped in that fucking maddening red silk gown, was covered in a fine mist of sweat that lit your skin like pirate treasure. Your hair was unruly and coming out of hairstyle, but the strands that fell under the lap of your breasts took his breath away. It should be considered a cardinal sin the way your body was moving, and Five would have dropped to his knees for you if he could spend eternity there, watching you dance.

“I don't think I've ever seen you look like that.” It sounded like Klaus' voice, but Five didn't want to take his eyes off you to check it out.

“I don't have any expression on my face.” He said the first thing that came to his mind, even though he didn't believe his own words.

How could anyone keep a complacent expression when you looked like that? So miraculous that Five questioned his sanity. There was something about you that kept him wrapped around your finger, so fervently in love, whipped with just one look you gave him. Your image was like a renaissance miracle, a glimpse novelists had of paradise.

God sure was a woman…because there was no explanation for you being so divinely beautiful.

“she’s just…wow”

Klaus must have said something, but Five didn't deign to pay attention, his concentration too focused on the way your body moved, the sway of your hips that moved his ocean. Your every move was a tsunami on his sea, every twirl was a rotation on his Earth, you were shaking Five's entire existence and didn't even notice.

You may have fallen in love with him first, but he fell in love hardest.

That's when your eyes met his, in a fatal connection that made Five's soul tingle. Your smile was the second shot at his sanity, and at that moment, at a stupid wedding, Hargreeves wondered why the hell he never made an event like this be a moment of the two of you?

Why did he never ask you to marry him?

And in that second, watching you dance with Viktor, he found no reason not to.

Fuck it.

With each step Five took toward you, charged with purpose, the more the sense of certainty inside him grew, like a thunderous sound.

“I'm going to have to steal the most beautiful woman of the night.'' Five told his brother, who tried to hide his laughter at his drunken, uninhibited state.

A delicious flush crept up your cheeks, coloring your skin to a shy tinge that made Five want to run his tongue at the maddening color.

“All yours” Viktor was still trying not to laugh as he handed you to his night-black-haired brother.

“Come cuddle.” Five's drunk voice teased you as he pulled you as close to him as he could.

“You know that the most beautiful woman of the night is a bride, don't you?” it was your first speech as you settled youself with his warm, masculine, possessive hand on the small of your back.

“Not for me.” His voice brushed your jaw, lowering to your neck as if Five were inhaling the scent of your soul. “Never for me.”

Five was drunk, you knew that, he smelled like expensive whisky and masculine cologne, but there was something about his sincerity abounding in his drunkenness that made your heart pound. Hargreeves could be very good at hiding his feelings on a day-to-day basis, but that fell apart when alcohol drowned out his demons.

Was that what he thought whenever he looked at you? That you were the most beautiful woman, in every single night? Did he look at you with that oblique glow and in his mind he secretly venerate you?

You've never wanted a positive response so much in your life, because that's exactly how you feel about him. Your heart has long had the name 'Five Hargreeves' tattooed in red-hot iron, and the wish you've asked the shooting stars is that yours would also be tattooed on Five's heart too.

it wasn't too much to ask...

“I love the way you smell.” You buried your nose in his neck, letting the male body rock you completely, just not touching you with both hands because he held a bottle of whisky in his left.

Five let out a sound that could be described as disbelieving laughter. "i've been drinking for hours."

“But I can still smell your real scent.” You joked, reaching up to the back of his head whit your hands.

Hargreeves rummaged his shoulders, in a way to draw your attention to his face, pulling your eyes from your favorite hiding place. When you did, there were so many emotions pouring out of the blue Egyptian eyes that made your soul shivered.

“What do I smell like?” A question so innocent, pure, almost childish, but one that was able to quicken your pulse as quickly as a wildfire.

There was no hesitation in your voice as you replied: “Home.”

A hot feeling licked Five from head to toe, shaking his structures and revoking all the foundations of his life. It should be a crime for you to say such things. It should be a crime for you to be so beautiful that it physically hurt. It should be a crime to be that passionate for you. So, whit his chest sinking with overwhelming emotions and feelings, Hargreeves made the only coherent decision: he kissed you.

Kissed you because his ribcage would explode if he didn't. Kissed you because every cell in his body screamed that no longer belonged to him, but to you.

Mine, mine, mine. That's what Five thought as drowned the sins on your heavenly lips.

“I want to marry you.” His voice was still swallowed by your lips, because he refused to pull away.

"But..." one more kiss ''we already...'' one more kiss ''we're married.''

"No." the firmness in his voice shook your heart  “I want a stupid wedding like this stupid event. I want to hear the idiotic speeches of my father and my siblings, and say that I want this hell to end when in fact I'm reveling in the fact that everyone is gathered just to see my wife. Because i love you god damnit! '' his statement left no space for a answer, because Five swallowed your breath with another incendiary kiss “I want to see you in white, and recite silly vows when in fact my love for you is much more than these ready-made words. I want to give you my last name, keep you by my side as the only Mrs. Hargreeves… I want… why the fuck have I never asked you to marry me before?!”

Five couldn't tell if you were crying or smiling, but he was relieved by the tight way you were holding him. Of course it wasn't the best of statements, he was never good with sentimental shit, but something in the way you looked at him shocked said he said something very right.

“I should propose to you in a better way.” His speech was cut off by a hiccup from the alcohol. “fucking hell…'' his gaze wandered slowly across the room and stopped at the stage, where Ben and Klaus were singing some horrible bullshit ''I already know…'' his drunk mind went back to you again ''I'll sing for you.''

Your laughter overcame the tears, and the automatic question left your mouth. “Why,babe?’’

"Because I want to make a decent proposal, give you something more worth telling people about later."

You were going to say a thousand things, but Five cut you off by the look in your eyes "How am I supposed to spoil you when you wont accept my gifts?”

Five Hargreeves didn't give you a chance to argue, didn't give you a second to recover from a breathtaking statement, and you felt like crying in anger at yourself when he was already away from you, on his way to the stage. You wanted to say that you loved him from the first second, that you worshiped him more than the Greeks worship Zeus. You didn't need a proposal, a big wedding, a official celebration, you always knew you were his wife. And you wanted him to know that too, wanted him to understand that, nothing he wasn't ready to do, you would push him to do. His reserved and sour nature wasn't a problem and you were always completely happy with what you had. Because that meant having Five on your side.

You've never considered yourself a big fan of such public displays of affection, you've always found proposal in open spaces and with people around cheesy, but...but the way Five smiled at you on that stage, microphone in hand and bottle of alcohol in another, it made you question all your tastes in life. That scene was worth it

The truth was, Five would hang the moon in the sky for you, and you'd do anything to keep that love and happiness in his eyes whenever he looked your way.

[artist-edward-burne-jones]

Phyllis and Demophon, 1870, Edward Burne-Jones

Medium: oil,canvas

[king-lafayette]

Phyllis and Demophon - John William Waterhouse

In Greek mythology, Demophon was a king of Athens.

According to Pindar, Demophon was the son of Theseus and Phaedra, brother of Acamas. Some say that Demophon's mother was Iope, daughter of Iphicles.

Demophon married Phyllis, daughter of a Thracian king (possibly of Sithon), while he stopped in Thrace on his journey home from the Trojan war. On the next day after the wedding, however, he had to leave, promising to return and take Phyllis with him as soon as possible. She gave him a casket and told not to open it unless he should lose every hope to return to Thrace. Demophon eventually settled in Cyprus and forgot about Phyllis. She would come to the sea shore every day, expecting to see the sails of his ship, but in vain. After the appointed date was past, she either died of grief or hanged herself. One day Demophon opened the casket out of curiosity; what he saw there was so horrifying that he jumped onto his horse and rode like wild till he fell off the horse on his own sword and died. Others, however, say that he did return, but Phyllis was already dead by the time; when he embraced the lifeless almond tree into which she was said to have transformed after death, it started to blossom

[elenimoutafi]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNFbI3ZJXQY)

[effulgentpoet]

mythology aesthetics

PHYLLIS

In Greek mythology, Phyllis was the daughter of a Thracian king. She married Demophon, king of Athens, while he stopped in Thrace on his journey home from the Trojan War. Demophon, duty bound to Greece, returns home to help his father, leaving Phyllis behind. She sends him away with a casket, telling him that it contained a sacrament of Rhea and asking him to open it only if he has given up hope of returning to her. Eventually, Phyllis realizes that he will not return and commits suicide by hanging herself from a tree. Where she is buried, an almond tree grows, which blossoms when Demophon returns to her. In another version, Phyllis is transformed into a hazelnut tree, the nuts of which are still sometimes called "filberts" today.

[nobertsales]

Happy National Almond Day! * Almonds are mentioned several times in the New and Old Testaments. They are revered as symbols of divine approval. * Greek mythology tells of the beautiful princess Phyllis, who was left waiting at the altar on her wedding day by her intended, Demophon. Phyllis waited for years for him to return, but finally died of a broken heart. In sympathy, the gods transformed Phyllis into an almond tree, which became a symbol of hope. * According to a survey of 500 health professionals, almonds may be beneficial to a healthy lifestyle. * According to the U.S. Food and Drug Administration, “Scientific evidence suggests, but does not prove that eating 1.5 ounces per day of most nuts, such as almonds, as part of a diet low in saturated fat and cholesterol, may reduce the risk of heart disease.” * Recent research from Purdue University suggests that eating almonds can help people feel satisfied for several hours, which can support weight management and counter weight gain. * Eighty percent of the world’s almonds are grown in California. #NationalAlmondDay #Almond #FoodSales #WeKnowFood #NonFoodSolutions #FoodConsultant #FoodDude #FoodService #Food #FoodServiceSolutions #FoodOfTheDay #NobertSales @NobertSales (at Germantown, Tennessee) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLXToJBl2z7/?igshid=16ut5c40g6m94

[agrumina]

Of all the great deeds in the long career of your sire [Theseus], nothing has made impress upon your nature but the leaving of his Cretan bride. The only deed that draws forth his excuse, that only you admire in him; you act the heir to your father’s guile, perfidious one.

Ovid, Heroides II

[museumdetoulouse]

L’amandier... l’arbre aux mille mythes

Amandier au Jardin du Muséum à Borderouge

On l'attendait, la voilà enfin ! La fin de l'hiver, le début du printemps, les arbres fruitiers en fleurs dans nos jardins mais aussi dans les campagnes…  c'était le moment idéal pour vous parler de… l'amandier. Cet arbre de la famille des Rosaceae et de son nom scientifique Prunus dulcis est en effet tout simplement le premier arbre à fleurir, même s'il gèle encore un peu ! C'est LE symbole du réveil de la nature qui annonce la belle saison !

Le symbole de l'amour…

Ses fleurs blanches et légèrement teintées de rosé, évoquent même pour certains une robe de mariée et symbolisent l’amour et la virginité ! Le mythe de Phyllis l'illustre parfaitement. Plusieurs versions diffèrent mais nous avons préféré celle-ci, parmi les moins tragiques : Phyllis, fille du roi de Thrace, ne voyant pas son amoureux Démophon revenir d'Athènes où son père venait de mourir, et persuadée qu'il l'avait oubliée, se pendit à un amandier qui resta sans feuilles. L'arbre refleurit lorsque le jeune homme revint lui offrir son amour éternel…

Phyllis et Demophon, Edward Burne Jones, Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery

On raconte également qu'un amandier fut planté sur la tombe de Saint-Valentin (médecin prêtre qui officiait en secret les mariages de soldats romains alors interdits de convoler) par la fille qu'il aimait et à qui il avait rendu la vue…

Après la fleur…miam !

Après cette floraison si romantique, vers les mois de mai et juin, les amandes pourront être récoltées. Les branches sont d'abord secouées à l'aide d'une grande perche, une gaule, pour que les amandes tombent d'elles-même, c'est ce qu'on appelle le gaulage. Après récolte, on procède à l’écalage pour détacher l'enveloppe (la gove) de la coque de l'amande. Consommée fraîche ou sèche, elle est un atout santé car riche en vitamine E, magnésium et protéines.

Au Moyen-Âge, elle était d'ailleurs recommandée aux femmes enceintes pour les aider à bien mener leur grossesse à terme. Et  c'est un apothicaire de la cité de Verdun qui eut l'idée d'enrober de sucre les amandes qu'il utilisait pour faciliter leurs conservation et transport : la dragée était née !

Dragée en coupe

L'amande, la base des douceurs…

Aujourd'hui, environ 450 000 tonnes d'amandons (amandes décortiquées) sont produites dans le monde. La Californie est de loin le premier pays producteur d'amandes mais ce ne fut pas toujours le cas. Ce n'est qu'au milieu du XIXe siècle que l'amandier fut implanté aux USA, l'arbre étant en réalité originaire des plateaux et des montagnes de l’Asie occidentale. Il est cultivé depuis 5 000 ou 6 000 ans, très certainement en Iran et fut introduit dans le Midi de la France au 1er siècle. Malgré cela, notre pays produit peu, nous importons 90 % de notre consommation ! En effet, l'amande entre dans la composition de nombreuses « douceurs » comme les nougats de Montélimar, calissons d'Aix, le gâteau de Pithiviers, les macarons de Reims et de Nancy, les soleils de Nice… certains en mettent même dans leur pâte à tartiner au chocolat maison !

Champ d’amandier à Torremanzanas, Espagne

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Phyllis abandoned by Demophon (Ep. d'Ovide).