Nüwa [女媧] is a goddess in ancient Chinese mythology best known for creating mankind and repairing the wall of heaven. 

Nüwa is not considered a creator of the entire physical universe, but a creator and protector of animals and people. It is said that Nüwa existed in the beginning of the world. The earth was a beautiful place with blossoming trees and flowers, and full of animals, birds, fish and all living creatures. But as she wandered about it, Nüwa felt very lonely, so she began to create animals.

On the seventh day of creation, she bent down and took up a handful of yellow clay, mixed it with water and molded a figure in her likeness. As she worked, the figure came alive — the first human being.

Nüwa was pleased with her creation and went on making more figures of both men and women. They danced around her, and her loneliness was dispelled. She created hundreds of figures, but grew tired of the laborious process. Then she dipped a rope in the clay mud, and swung it around her. Soon the earth around her was covered with lumps of mud. The handmade figurines became the wealthy and the noble; those that arose from the splashes of mud were the poor and the common.

anonymous said:

Hey there! I was wondering if you knew any good fiction novels based on mythology?

  • The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
  • Everneath by Brodi Ashton
  • Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordan
  • The Chaos of Stars by Kiersten White
  • Curses and Smoke by Vicky Alvear Shecter
  • The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater
  • Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor
  • Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente
  • Cruel Beauty by Rosamund Hodge (it’s a retelling of Beauty and the Beast with mythology elements - I didn’t like it that much personally but a lot of other people seem to)

Here’s some that I haven’t read yet myself but have been highly recommended to me:

  • Kane Chronicles by Rick Riordan
  • The Golem and the Djinni/Jinni by Helene Wrecker
  • American Gods by Neil Gaiman
  • Starcrossed by Josephine Angelini
  • Goddess Test by Aimee Carter
  • Convenant by Jennifer L. Armentrout
  • Mythos Academy by Jennifer Estep
  • Abandon by Meg Cabot
  • Antigoddess by Kendare Blake

Mythology | Flora 

When April woke the drowsy flowers,
And vagrant odors thronged the breeze,
And bluebirds wrangled in the bowers,
And daisies flashed along the leas,
And faint arbutus strove among
Dead winter’s leaf-strewn wreck to rise,
And nature’s sweetly jubilant song
Went murmuring up the sunny skies,
Into this cheerful world you came,
And gained by right your vernal name.



Hestia is the illegitimate daughter of a wealthy business man. Deprived of her father’s riches she learned to live without affluence. Hestia’s mother (a common maid) moved her to Olympus, CA at a young age, and Hestia attended Olympus Academy on a full scholarship. Graduating at almost the top of her class she  frequently volunteered at homeless shelters and retirement homes. Finding her home easily in Olympus, CA she funded the homeless shelters and helped build new neighborhoods in Olympian Grove. She has started several charities for homeless teens and adults. Her current residence lies in the most exclusive neighborhood: Mount Olympus (East). 

Gossip: Hestia is said to be the kindest hearted Olympian Elite. She has been seen with Athena and Artemis often (her closest friends). She is said to be a very practical person that keeps to herself. 


Not much goes on with Hestia but rumor has it that she has been seen going on dates with both Poseidon and Apollo. Romantic dates? Friendship? We know that Artemis, Athena, and Hestia have a pact. They have sworn to never lay with a man until marriage. But if we know anything about these Olympian Elites it’s that promises are rarely kept and secrets never stay secrets for long. 

she is your goddess of love
of gentle touches
gentler sighs

but you forget

she was born of lust
of violence
of the bloody foam
from a bloodier deed
her touch is not kind
not sweet

she is a tsunami
up up
leaving only remains

that is her nature
her legacy
the remnants of passion

i would know
i am one

—  K.B (x)

Hades abducting Persephone, wall painting in the small royal tomb at Vergina. Macedonia, Greece.

In Greek mythology, Persephone is the Queen of the Underwold and the goddess of spring growth.
She is the daughter of Zeus, the king of the gods, and Demeter, the goddess of the harvest and agriculture.

The abduction of Persephone has been interpreted countless times, which has resulted in it being cloaked by confusion and obscurity.
The oldest source is probably the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, and here’s part of it:

"Apart from Demeter, lady of the golden sword and glorious fruits, she was playing with the deep-bosomed daughters of Oceanus and gathering flowers over a soft meadow, roses and crocuses and beautiful violets, irises also and hyacinths and the narcissus, which Earth made to grow at the will of Zeus and to please the Host of Many, to be a snare for the bloom-like girl — a marvellous, radiant flower. It was a thing of awe whether for deathless gods or mortal men to see: from its root grew a hundred blooms and is smelled most sweetly, so that all wide heaven above and the whole earth and the sea’s salt swell laughed for joy. And the girl was amazed and reached out with both hands to take the lovely toy; but the wide-pathed earth yawned there in the plain of Nysa, and the lord, Host of Many, with his immortal horses sprang out upon her — the Son of Cronos, He who has many names." (4-18)

According to this same hymn, Hekate (the goddess of crossroads) and Helios (the god of the sun) were the only ones who heard Persephone’s cries for her father, Zeus.
Demeter searched for her daughter for nine days straight, and on the tenth day Hekate came to her, and told the goddess that she had indeed heard Persephone being taken away, but that she had not seen who the perpetrator was.
Then Demeter went to Helios, and asked him to tell her the truth about who took her daughter. Helios responded that Hades had taken her with permission from Zeus.

Grief and anger overcame Demeter, and, in the disguise of an old and barren woman, she wandered the towns of men for a long while until she came to the house of King Keleus of Eleusis, where the daughters of the lord found her. The daughters enquired of her presence, and the disguised goddess said she was, against her will, brought from Crete by pirates, and, having escaped them, she was now seeking whatever work they would give her.
Demeter was offered the job of taking care of King Keleus’ newly born son, Demophon. For a long time, the goddess did not as much as smile because of the desire to be reunited with her daughter, but the woman Iambe made her laugh through humor and quips.
At night, Demeter would lay the baby boy, Demophon, into the hearth’s flames - burning the mortality from him, and slowly transforming him into an immortal being. She did this every night until Metaneira, the boy’s mother, saw it and was enraged.
The goddess then spoke:

"Witless are you mortals and dull to foresee your lot, whether of good or evil, that comes upon you. For now in your heedlessness you have wrought folly past healing; for — be witness the oath of the gods, the relentless water of Styx — I would have made your dear son deathless and unaging all his days and would have bestowed on him everlasting honour, but now he can in no way escape death and the fates." (254-258)

She then proceeded to cast away her disguise, showing her true divine nature, and demanded that, for the people of Eleusis to win back her favor, they build her a great temple. The Lord Keleus, upon hearing this, built the sanctuary of Demeter and Persephone at Eleusis, and followers of the Eleusinian Mysteries came there to celebrate them for a little over two millennia.

After the temple was built, Demeter still longed for the return of Persephone. This grief caused a year of famine for mankind. All land was lifeless, and Zeus, the king of the gods, therefore sent Iris to implore the goddess to return to Olympos.
However, Demeter said she would not return until Persephone, her daughter, was released from the Underworld. Upon hearing this, Zeus sent Hermes down to the Underworld to make Hades release his bride, and Hermes did. Hades, having been commanded to let Persephone go, said:

"Go now, Persephone, to your dark-robed mother, go, and feel kindly in your heart towards me: be not so exceedingly cast down; for I shall be no unfitting husband for you among the deathless gods, that am own brother to father Zeus. And while you are here, you shall rule all that lives and moves and shall have the greatest rights among the deathless gods: those who defraud you and do not appease your power with offerings, reverently performing rites and paying fit gifts, shall be punished for evermore." (358-364)

Even though Hades had to release his wife, he gave the young goddess a pomegranate seed to eat, so that she would always be tied to the Underworld.

Persephone was reunited with her mother, but only for two thirds of the year; one third of the year she had to spend as Queen of the Underworld and the wife of Hades, because of the pomegranate seed she ate.


mythology meme: [1/6] creatures/beings

m e r m a i d s

Seen in a range of mythologies, mermaids are half-human, half-fish creatures who dwell in the seas. While at times portrayed as malicious creatures who lured men to their deaths with siren songs, even harmless mermaids were known to forget or not realize that humans could not breathe as they could, and would pull oxygen-breathers underwater, drowning them.


favourite faces for favourite mythic ladies: Asterodeia with Esti Ginzburg

From the Kaukasos Mountains there flows a stream that bears bands and swirls of the purest gold. The men of this land know it well and have long learned to temper their greed, but strangers who see it always take too much. The bright shimmering surfaces leads down into darker depths, and through every part of this the nymph Asterodeia swims, almost as golden as the water itself. Daughter of the Phasis River, Asterodeia breathes water and gold and darts between the fishermen and their nets.

Only one thing ever draws her from her river for long enough that she considers not returning: King Aeetes of Colchis is beautiful, with eyes like the wine-dark sea, and when they kiss she wonders upon what it would be like to be a mortal queen who reigns far from her home. (It doesn’t last: Asterodeia, bright rosy-star, loves her river and her mountain more than any man, whether it be a firm-handed king or their newborn golden son.)