Greek-and-Roman-Mythology

Aphrodite, Connor and Travis don’t get enough credit for what they did in The Titan’s Curse. They knew about Percy wanting to go after Annabeth. They know how close the two of them are. They know that Percy would go after her no matter what but they knew he’d have trouble going because of the hunters so they did what they always do, cause mischief. She gave them a shirt, knowing they’d be happy to cause trouble and get revenge for capture the flag and gave it to Phoebe and it was laced with centaur blood.

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Greek and Roman Mythology
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Hestia, Ἁδης | Hades (Hellenistic Religion & Lore), Δημητηρ | Demeter (Hellenistic Religion & Lore), Ποσειδων | Poseidon (Hellenistic Religion & Lore), Ἡρη | Hera (Hellenistic Religion & Lore)
Additional Tags: Siblings, Sibling Bonding, Hurt/Comfort, Pain, Abusive Parents, Cannibalism
Summary: La vie des enfants de Cronos dans l'estomac de leur père, entre le moment où il les dévore et celui où leur frère les libère.

(Venez lire ma dernière fic !)

kaveirya, tu étais intéressée, je crois ? feuillyova, encore une fic que j’ai écrite sur un fandom que tu connais !

Give me a MYTHOLOGICAL figure and I will answer
  • Why I like them
  • Why I don’t
  • Favorite story
  • Favorite quote (from them or about them) 
  • BrOTP
  • OTP
  • an-oh-god-what-did-that-have-to-happen
  • Unpopular opinion
  • My nickname for them
  • if you could say one thing to them
  • Favourite portrayal of them
  • LEAST favourite portrayal of them

Centaur and Retiarius (Breaker of Horses) artwork for CapIronMan RBB by Karadin (click image for link) 

Antonius is a prince of the Dacians, captured in war and sold as a gladiator. He yearns for his freedom. Stephanos – the last living centaur – is his fellow slave and trainer. Centuries old, disillusioned by a Rome that has become a shadow of itself, Stephanos has all but given up on life… until he meets Antonius, and both of their lives are forever changed.

Here is the art for a Reverse Bang (the art is created first, and an author collaborates with the artist to create a story)  and a link to the very excellent fic by Sineala, well researched historical Avengers au, and I think even if you aren’t in the fandom, you’ll enjoy it!

rashaka asked:

Bellarke, object lesson: Clarke jokingly asks what Bellamy said/did to get all those girls to sleep with him in their first month on the ground.

Yes. yesyesyes. You can not imagine the joy writing this brought me, thank you. I really hope you like this!!

Bellamy is cutting firewood, shirtless and dripping sweat while she forces herself to gather as many plants as she can, when she says it. He’s been ranting about Greek vs. Roman mythology for nearly ten minutes, content to list off all he has to say as Clarke throws in only the occasional comment, and as he releases a particularly dramatic huff, Clarke finds she can’t contain the laughter that pulses out of her, rich and sharp.

“Why are you laughing?” Clarke shakes her head at him, rolling her eyes because for some reason she can never seem to stop herself from doing it around him.

“You’re just such a nerd.” Bellamy huffs again and Clarke feels a puerile giggle float out of her, surprising them both with the sweetness of it. “I can’t seem to imagine how in the world you got all those girls to sleep with you that first month is all.”

The instant the words are out of her mouth, a smirk spreads across his face that has her regretting ever uttering the phrase. It’s practically feral, and Clarke knows that whatever Bellamy has planned it’s wickedly dangerous. His eyes trail slowly over her, dragging over her like she’s a statue he’d spend hours staring at, like every inch of her is worth keeping his eyes there for a little too long. Wherever his eyes go, Clarke feels a heat follow, her skin sizzling as he eyes her headily and approaches.

“Oh princess,” Bellamy begins, the nickname flowing out of his mouth like honey, “you just started a game you really shouldn’t have.”

“Oh yea?” Clarke swallows and it feels deafening in her ears. “And what game is that?”

Bellamy’s eyes are locked on hers as his hand comes up and trails slowly over Clarke’s arm. Her lips purse the slightest bit at the action, but she doesn’t shift out of his way. “Just going to prove you wrong again.”

“It wasn’t a challenge, Bellamy.” Clarke finally comes to her senses, snapping her body out of his reach. His smirk grows, his mouth staying closed as he turns away from her and moves back to the firewood.

Clarke isn’t even all that sure what just happened, what’s going to happen, but she is sure of one thing.

She is so royally fucked.

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According to Greco-Roman mythology, Arachne was a great weaver who boasted that her skill was greater than that of Athena, goddess of wisdom, weaving, and strategy. Arachne was born a shepherd’s daughter and began weaving at a early age. When Arachne refused to acknowledge that her skill came, in part at least, from the goddess, Athena took offense and set up a contest between the two. Presenting herself as an old lady, she approached the boasting girl and warned: “You can never compare to any of the gods. Plead for forgiveness and Athena might spare your soul”. “Ha, I only speak the truth and if Athena thinks otherwise then let her come down and challenge me herself,” Arachne replied. Athena removed her disguise and appeared in shimmering glory, clad in sparkling white chiton. The two began weaving straight away. Both were very skilled with a loom, but clearly Athena was better and swifter. Athena’s weaving represented four separate contests between mortals and the gods in which the gods punished mortals for setting themselves as equals of the gods. Arachne’s weaving depicted ways that the gods had misled and abused mortals, particularly Zeus’ tricking and sexually abusing of many women. Athena saw that Arachne has insulted the gods and ripped Arachne’s work into shreds. Arachne hung herself. Moved to mercy, Athena gave Arachne life, but sprinkled her with Hecate’s potion, turning her into a spider and cursing her and her descendants to weave for all time.

But seriously, think about it

If we take the first letter of each month:

J F M A M J J A S O N D

JASON.

and the letter before his name is a J for June, which is close to Juno

“Juno, the Roman form of Hera, was made Jason’s guardian to placate the indignant goddess and Jupiter went even as far as to name his newborn son after his wife’s favorite hero, Jason.”