and there would have been a persephone

TRC Accent/Voice Challenge
TRC Accent/Voice Challenge

so I saw @f0x-meets-w0lf did this TRC Accent meme thing (originally from @kvincsky) and wanted to join in on it from my perch outside a bar. 

Warnings for my weird accent that has been Through Things but never fails to go back to my Southern roots whenever Gansey’s name gets mentioned. It’s unstable, and shaky, but it’s mine. I’m stuck with it. (I also have been marathoning Preacher, which doesn’t help matters)

In case anyone else would like to join in then here’s the questions and list.

Aglionby - Barrington Whelk - Cabeswater - Calla - Camaro - Chainsaw - Czerny - Declan - Gansey - Glendower - Greenmantle - Greywaren - Gwenllian - Henrietta - Jesse Dittley - Jimi - Kavinsky - Kerah - Ley Line - Malory - Maura - Monmouth Manufacturing - Neeve - Niall - Orla - Persephone - Prokopenko - St.Agnes - Sargent

Fave Main Character
Fave Minor Character
Fave Ship(s)
Fave Quote
Fave Book
Do you have a fave tarot card?
Anything else? Go for it.

I don’t have many to tag but maybe @ghost-green-signs and @lieutenantriza or @sarahtaylorgibson and anyone else who would like to try!

greek myth asks
  • zeus: if you could have one power, what would it be?
  • poseidon: do you prefer the ocean or land?
  • apollo: what are your favorite pieces of poetry?
  • aphrodite: do you believe in true love?
  • athena: what are your favorite classic novels?
  • ares: are you a confrontational person?
  • artemis: do you prefer night or day?
  • hera: who makes up your tumblr family?
  • hestia: where do you live or want to live?
  • demeter: do you enjoy nature?
  • persephone: what's your favorite season?
  • hades: do you believe in an afterlife?
  • hephaestus: what do you enjoy making?
  • hermes: where do you want to travel that you've never been before?
  • odysseus: what's your favorite place to travel?
  • echo: what's something you can't stop talking about?
  • narcissus: what's your best trait?
  • icarus: what's your fatal flaw?
  • orpheus: what's your favorite song or type of music?
  • eurydice: what's something you regret?

My comicbook Persephone is out in France.
It has been a looong road from the starting point to the release date.
I have to thank many people without whom none of this would have been
possible (could it sounds more cliché ahah) : Tamia Baudouin, Queen
of bande-dessinée, David Chauvel, who said ‘amen’ to every weird path
I decided to take during the book’s conception, and of course all the friends
I met while drawing the book. Life has been so great since I started to sketch
Persephone, I’m thinking she was my lucky charm, I’m sad to let her go live
her own adventures without my help.

Farewell little girl !

Classical Divinity Asks
  • Zeus: What is your favourite kind of weather?
  • Hera: What is the last book you read?
  • Poseidon: Where is your favorite place to go on a weekday afternoon when you have no plans or obligations?
  • Demeter: Are you spiritual or religious in any way? If so, how?
  • Athena: Would you rather be anxious and intelligent or carefree and simple?
  • Apollo: Name the last song you listened to?
  • Artemis: Do you believe it is vital to everyday life to know what is happening in the world around you?
  • Ares: Do you still remember arguments or upsets from over 5 years ago? Do they still bother you today?
  • Aphrodite: What did you love most about the place you grew up? What about it did you love the least?
  • Hephaestus: Do you have a favorite/most interesting Wikipedia page?
  • Hermes: What's the best nickname you've ever been called? & what's the worst?
  • Hestia: What is the weirdest scar you have and how did you get it?
  • Dionysus: If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?
  • Hades: If you could find out the date of your death, would you want to know?
  • Heracles: What has been your biggest challenge in life so far?
  • Persephone: What one thing have you not done that you really want to do? What’s holding you back?
  • Asclepius: What you ever lied about being ill to avoid school or work? If so, how elaborate have your stories been?
  • Eros: How did you meet your best friend?

the way you kiss me, it rips me apart and pieces me back together
soul searching types of kisses that remake me with every breath 
and I would have you kiss me for every star in the sky

But fate, circumstance, whatever governs my life has other plans
plans that don’t include us kissing, bloodstained and victorious
but ones that include me writing your name on the long list
of the people I have failed,

but you are the only one who enters the constellations
with my name on their lips
with my fingers pressed into their skin
with a vow coming from the earth below
that I would follow you, that your image would be my north star

because, my love, you have always been the compass 
guding me home, guiding me back into your arms

—  You and I by Abby S

wolfgirlfox  asked:

Persephone ate the pomegranate seeds willingly? Why?

I talk a lot about why she would eat the seeds willingly here and here. And there’s another bit I wrote about female agency in the Bronze Age here.

But the long and short of those three wordy essays on that idea is this: Persephone was a goddess and one who was deeply feared and respected by the Greeks. Before she became the Iron Queen of the Underworld, she presided over vegetation and fertility as the embodiment of spring (Karpophoros) and would have known what those seeds meant.

And by explicating the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, her first appearance in written record, we see that she changed Hades himself. The story begins with him snatching her unwillingly and carrying her away to the Underworld in the way a bride would traditionally be taken to her new husband’s home. But by the time Persephone leaves, he has this to say:

“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.”

It is right after this scene that he slips her the pomegranate seeds. In this scene Hermes has come to bring Persephone back to grieving Demeter, and Hades doesn’t just say “here, Hermes I’ll return Zeus his property” but addresses and cajoles Persephone herself and offers her equal rulership over his domain something that would have been un-fucking-heard-of in a society where women were seen as chattel, as a way to simply produce sons.

But why did she eat the seeds? We know she didn’t do it because she was hungry. It says in the Illiad that gods do not require bread or wine as mankind does.

When she eats the seeds she is called “wise Persephone”, casting away doubt that it was done by mistake.

And she eats the seeds ONLY after Hades offers her timai, honor, and a chance to be something more than what she was in the world above: kore, a name that simply means ‘maiden’ or ‘girl’. If she hadn’t eaten the seeds, it would have compelled her to “remain continually with grave, dark-robed Demeter”, and she would have been a maiden without timai once more instead of the ruler over the dead that the Greeks feared and respected utterly.

Persephone herself says later that Zeus had given her to Hades with métis (wisdom), showing that she too was transformed by her time with Hades, and believed him to be a fitting husband. A good match for her. The alliteration of ‘dark-haired Hades and noble Persephone’ in how Hermes addressed them when he found them together would have also tipped off the ancient audience listening to the hymn that they were well matched.

Because she was a goddess of vegetation who would know the consequences of eating the food of the Underworld, because she held a place of such importance in the pantheon, and because she only did it after Hades promised her equal rule as Queen, I believe that Persephone ate the seeds conscientiously and willingly.

in another life, zeus is lounging on the couch of his best friend’s house and saying, “i’ll get a job, man, i swear it,” even though CEO seats only smell of sweat and he’s the type to smell of leaving, he says, “guess what’s up my sleeve” to ladies and shows off lightning bolt tattoos and gets drunk and cries and begs hera to come home because he has only ever known rest at the seat of her collarbone

hera’s is louis vuitton, devil wears prada. pants suits and hair up in a tight bun. a warning lies ready on her tongue, she is quick to scold, hard to love. she pours fireball into her morning coffee just to remind herself of the way he always smelled of burning, just so she could face a little bit of him and not come back running. in this life, she is divorced, is doing well, sometimes meets up with the baby mamas of her sour-faced ex-lover (if she could wash him out, she would, she would, she would, but lightning loves towers and she only feels at ease in thunderstorms and twenty-four stories because olympus was rebuilt into skyscrapers and nobody can tell her otherwise), sometimes gets over her hatred of them. the one who jumps at swans is her roommate, they both like romance movies and staying out late. she chooses alone. she chooses: i make my own home.

aphrodite is a party girl with black pumps and a wicked smile, facebook messages hephaestus while sex-skyping her little god of war, she says, “sorry” a lot. sometimes she thinks she is running out of love, sometimes she thinks there’s not enough love left. she comes around again to the satin of her lover’s beds, never feels warm. she says, fine. she says, i’m okay. ares here is commander of the department of defense, never settled down, never got the wife and two kids. one day in this life hephaestus hears a knock on his garage door and walks on over. in this life, they’ve got braces for broken people like him. when he answers, it’s just her, no makeup, just her in her big-eyed weepy mess, and she says, “you actually listen” so he listens for a little. she explains slowly; new term, polyamorous. she says, heart is steady bead on both people. he says, “i know, i understand,” she says, “but it’s hurting you,” he says, “i gave up hurting for other people a long time ago,” he says, “the war god and i go out for drinks and talk about anything but you” she cries again, a whole ocean. he says, “i am learning, and one day maybe it will be all us three” she says, “you wait for me,” and he does. more and more often, when the world tastes too much, she shows up at his door, to be the person she is when she’s unbeautiful. in this life, a little down the road, she takes a break from all of it and starts a no-kill shelter called “the golden apple”. hephaestus builds it for her. she kisses him on the cheek. one day, when the ares comes around, the three of them play video games. after that, it is not share-her. it is all-the-same.

athena turns down apollo on the radio, his song trapped in the throats of all who hear it. a good song, a catchy song, a hear-it-once-and-never-forget-it song. athena dropped out of school to pursue knowledge. she teaches around the world with a backpack on her back and a smile on her face. her girlfriend is a librarian. whenever she comes home, she swings the little woman up in her arms and bursts with stories. the woman laughs because stoic athena in public is not the athena of private, is not knowledge-river athena. athena freelances as a journalist. anywhere she can give out information is good enough. eventually her name and “breaking news” are synonymous.

artemis goes to the red carpet on the arms of her brother, says that the world of hollywood is too much sunlight for her, she goes back to working as the city’s best detective, the hunt in her blood for monsters among men. in her free time, she follows athena down to places, traps poachers who would use her name to ruin the lives of beasts. hera has learned long ago not to pester her about marrying. artemis comes out as ace/aro one day to her brother, who rolls his eyes at her. “you still get grossed out every time people kiss,” and then he bowls her over in a hug she didn’t know she needed. this is one of the only times he sees her cry. the next is eight years later at his wedding. the man he chooses as his partner has already undergone a secret artemis-style investigation. he came out clean, and she came out with a second brother. when her twin asks her about the happy tears, she jokingly tells him she was worried his was going to marry his car. he laughs, big sun laugh and says, “trust me, i was this close.” in hot summers, they go down to the docks and the two boys throw atemis in the water. she never stops complaining or loving it and loving them and is entirely happy when he becomes a father.

in this life, demeter raised a flowerchild who never took to the backbreak of farming, and in this life, hades’s black leather jacket at first made her spit. she despised his motorbike and his big smile and how loud his dog was and how her daughter jumped up nimbly on the back of that thing and flung herself at the horizon. but hades tries as hard as he can: the engine gets turned over into clean fuel even though he breaks his third finger in the middle of it, the leather jacket gets swapped out for a faux replication, he becomes vegan (”’sehpone,” he says in wonder one day, “you taught me how to live off of pomegranates”, sephie laughs), he makes deer-crossing signs and petitions for the rights of small-town farmers. Persephone becomes a wedding designer, loves making big shows out of a lot of flowers. after many holiday gifts (some so desperately approval-seeking that demeter actually chuckled at them), she relents. they have brunch on sundays, made specifically by hades and his whole-grain all-organic house. demeter at one point says, “actually, you’re so earthy-crunchy it’s more than even me” and hades drops the plate he’s holding. demeter comes to the engagement party and laughs when the cake is in the shape of a pomegranate seed. sephie says, “don’t worry mom. he knows what will happen if he does anything to me,” and demeter gives her daughter a proud smile and says, “you’ll crush him like a bug, won’t you sweetie?” and sephie looks over at her duckling god of death and says, “exactly”

hestia finds dionysus because that is what she does. a social security worker at first, she becomes keeper of the hearth-less. she starts with a small group of people and eventually became leader of a chain of homelessness shelters, all immaculate and warm and held to her standards. dionysus cries when she picks him up, he talks about having fallen in love again, she says, “rehab is your only option.” it is here that he meets someone who is also pansexual. it is here he realizes he is not broken. it is here where they wean him off of whiskey and heroin (”what a bad combination,” he’d later say, shaking his head, “like you really gotta choose one”) and where he breaks down often and throws things at hestia’s head and calls her more names than have ever been strung against her: it’s here he makes his best friend. when he gets out, he finds he’s still ever-thirsty, but this time, there’s less empty in him. he helps at her shelters. he meets a girl who is bisexual, she takes him to pride rallies. he later bursts into hestia’s room with a rainbow on his face and says, “there are so many like me! i’m not invisible! i’m not fake!” and she smiles and watches the hearth of his chest warm up and helps him become a leading spokesperson for activism. rather than letting people like him die in the streets, he uses his experience to say, “i lived survival, and you can live it with me.”

hermes is a surgeon over in the children’s section, found that this is where he should be. silicone valley wants him for his communication systems, but instead he feels like he needs to be somewhere the action is. poseidon comes to him in darkness with rough palms and says, “i have a very long-standing secret,” and hermes just nods his head. the surgery is done quickly and without charge. poseideon says, “thank you” four million times, and then she takes back off to her company dedicated to clean energy. she calls up hera crying and says, “i dd it, i did it, i did it, but what will he think of me,” and hera says, “i haven’t talked to zeus in six years but if he rejects you i will walk up to him and shake him until the right answers fall into his head” and when artemis hears she says, “i will go with you” and walks at her side the whole time even though poseideon is awash with emotions and ready to burst into tears. zeus opens the door and looks poseideon up and down and says, “did you do something  with your hair, sis?” and poseideon says, “eat my entire” before she’s swallowed by happiness and has to sit down on the concrete step and sob into her palms for sixty seconds. later she puts him in charge of the wind energy portion of her company. he gets his own place, but he never stops missing hera, who watches him from a distance and checks up on him through poseideon. hera says, “right now it’s about me. it can be about him if he keeps up the good behavior.” poseideon has never been so happy. she has her family and she has herself, in one piece, finally. she calls up sephone, she says, “listen, i’ve got a plan, okay?” and of course the wedding planner would have to be in charge of everything. 

in this life, the reunion is beautiful. dionysus doesn’t touch the alcohol. hestia stands beside him proud and wonderful. apollo (who wouldn’t come without being allowed to choose the music) and his husband push artemis into the pool, she returns the favor with athena’s help. hades and persephone beat everyone at beer pong, but demeter crushes them at gin rummy. posideon dances with her sisters. hera stands back and her mouth quirks and zeus watches her the whole time, in his new three-piece suit. aphrodite is in between two men, but she’s no longer quite in between them. she walks over to her once-king and says “love needs time and understanding” and he thinks: of course. of course. he will change who he is for her. she never needed him. he needed her. he needed this to feel in place: he needed a family, as one, as olympus with its golden gates. in this life, for one moment, they are all happy.

anonymous asked:

Have you seen the video of the little girl watching her sister breastfeed and she's so confused and then the little girl goes "from your boobies!" And then the mom tells her she's drinking milk and the little girl goes "where's the chocolate milk at?" It just reminded me of something that would happen between the missus and P or Alfie.

Oh, my goodness. I haven’t, but, it sounds SO precious. This is very much Persephone because she’s so new to the whole newborn baby thing; she’s been an only child for almost 5 years of her life so adjusting to being a big sister and seeing her mummy and daddy do things to look after her new baby brother is so fresh to her. Something she’s never seen before. 

She’s settled on Harry’s lap as they four of them settle back on the sofa, as a post-dinner cuddle, with bellies full of a roast chicken dinner, before he gets her in the bath and washes her before getting her into bed with a story and a cuddle and a kiss, with the telly on a low volume. Where Harry is focused on the telly that’s playing the TV news of the day, updates on specific events that have been going on for a while, Persephone is completely in awe of her baby brother. Brushing her fingers up the soles of his tiny feet, running her palm over Alfie’s head and cooing over how pretty he is, slowly coming to an understanding that Alfie is sucking on mummy’s boob.


The sweet question catches her attention as she looks across to her daughter, a smile on her lips to coax her to keep going.

“Alfie’s sucking on your boobies.”

This catches Harry’s attention as he looks down at his little girl, and he can practically see the cogs in her mind turning and working together to get her brain to understand what’s happening. A smile on his lips as he buries his nose into the crown of her head and presses a kiss to her sweet-smelling but stuck-together-by-glue-and-paint hair.

“He is, isn’t he? He’s having his dinner,” the missus smiles.

“What is he having?”

“He’s having some milk. You used to do the exact same, in this very spot, when you were Alfie’s size,” Harry explains, bumping his knee up and down as Persephone moves with the motion, giggling before rolling back and flopping against his thighs, “what are you doin’, silly girl?”


“Yes, Poppet?”

“Does mummy make chocolate milk? Can I have some chocolate milk?” She asks softly, a smile toying on Harry’s face, “please, daddy? Before my bath.”

“Mummy doesn’t make chocolate milk, silly girl. Mummy makes milk for Alfie because it’s full of something that protects the baby from illnesses and fills his tummy up so he isn’t hungry anymore. Just like the chicken did for you, at dinner,” he chuckles, tickling her belly as she squeals and digs her heels into the sofa beneath Harry.

“Can you make milk?”

The missus snickers, her chest rumbling and vibrating which disgruntles the hungry baby nurturing from her breast, his eyes staring up at her as she coos back down to him.

“Daddy can’t make milk, no, Poppet,” he chuckles, as he sits her up on his lap and lets her stand to her feet between his legs, “mummy has all the parts for that.”

“Her boobies,” she cackles, flopping back against his stomach as he lets out an ‘oomph’ sound as she collides with his body.

Harry just laughs and stands up with her, lifting her up to his body and letting her settle on his hip, “her boobies, indeed.” xx

Last illustration before summer pause. 

“Agesilaos” is one of Hades’ least known epithet, and means something like “He who carries men away” (from ἄγω= “carry, lead” and λαός= “men, people”). I did this a little while ago, althought it would have been more appropriate to publish it during Halloween (??? LOL, whatever).

Have a nice summer, everyone!

if we could have had more time
not fallen in midst of war
when you had a greater destiny than just the keeper of my heart

i think we could have been happy
i would’ve worshipped you
i would’ve given me everything i had

and when I thought that wasn’t enough
my beloved, i would’ve brought the stars to be your private garden
i would’ve brought you a crown made of moonlight and diamonds

—  i would’ve by Abby S
Sometimes Known as the Ghost Queen

Halfway through my first year I could no longer take living in a single occupancy room, I talked with the residence life staff and they offered me a roommate. I had to move clear across campus, out of what I had come to know of as the “safe” area, and into an area I wouldn’t even walk in the daylight.

I didn’t meet my roommate until move in day, right after semester break was over I enlisted a few friends to help me move in. They refused to go inside the building at first and only after meeting and being assured by the RA who looked like they had seen far too much.

My roommate at first didn’t seem too far from human, they seemed to only smile when someone smiled at them first. When they spoke they didn’t say “I” they said “We” and didn’t seem to notice the strange looks that others would give them when they did so.

During the rest of that year nothing happened. They wouldn’t let me line windows or doors with salt or with nails, claiming they were too clumsy and would end up stepping on the nails or that the salt was too messy and would end up all over the place.

It wasn’t until the second year when anything really happened. We had requested to be roommates with each other again and had learned each other’s full legal names. I had brought my boyfriend over to meet them, he didn’t go to the university, but he sat in on enough of my classes to have basically been a student. He was pagan, they had gotten into a conversation on his religion while i was coming back from class one day. By the time I had gotten there he was telling them about his deities of choice, which are Persephone and Hades. I had never seen them more interested in something before. They were grinning widely and nodding with understanding while he spoke.

It was at that time in which things had finally started adding up in my head, but it wasn’t until we had lost a few fish from our shared fish tank that I really thought anything of it. My roommate had started using window crayons to draw symbols on her windows after each fish was lost.

My boyfriend had been over when I had lost the second one. He had made a joking comment in an attempt to make light of the losses that caused my roommate to freeze and stare him down until he explained it was a joke and that he had meant nothing of it. They calmed and smiled a bit strangely and didn’t seem to be hung up on it. The next few times lost fish I heard them mumbling the phrase under their breath.

I had to leave the school halfway through the year, my grades had dropped low enough that I was no longer able to continue. My roommate hugged me when I left and wished me well. I moved in with my boyfriend and we have only lost two fish since, both times he sent the phrase to my now ex roommate, she responded with a winking emoji face.

I still refuse to say the phrase, those five words would only mean another pet lost and another winkie face received.

“The Ghost Queen strikes again”


the-winter-siblings  asked:

Keith takes Shiro to the underworld for a family dinner. ='D Please?

(Im sorry im not sorry) Hades gives Keith and Shiro a very important and nice gift, entrusting his son with a very important Hellhound, Mrs O'leary.

[Voltron PJO AU] Shiro opened the door of the Hades Cabin when suddenly he was being attacked by a huge dog, who started licking him on the face.

“Mrs. O’Leary!” Keith shouted as he approached Shiro. “Oh gods, Shiro. Are you alright?” He pulled the dog away from his boyfriend to save him from drowning in drool.

“I’m… I’m okay,” Shiro answered breathlessly as he stood up. He looked at Keith who was now hugging the really huge dog. Keith was smiling at him like a kid. “Okay, I should probably ask the obvious. What is that?”

“She’s called Mrs. O’Leary and she’s a hellhound,” Keith answered brightly as he rubbed the hellhound’s tummy. “Aren’t you a good girl?”

Seeing Keith coo at the dog made Shiro’s heart burst in affection. “Alright, a hellhound. Of course. From your Dad I assume?”

“Yeah,” Keith’s eyes widened all of a sudden. “Oh crap. I forgot. I was just about to go to your cabin and tell you that Persephone’s inviting us for dinner tonight! Hence, this baby girl is here for a visit.”

Shiro just stared at Keith, unable to process the information. “Dinner? At The Underworld?”

Keith just nodded as he continued, “Persephone would like to finally meet you. Wouldn’t stop teasing me about it, especially with Dad who just started planning out our wed—” Keith abruptly stopped and cleared his throat, turning his cheeks into crimson. “So, you up for it? You technically cannot deny a god though but—”

“Do I need to wear a suit?” Shiro blurted out, his cheeks mimicking the colour of Keith’s.

“Best we should, honestly. Persephone loves formal dinners.” Keith fished out a card from his pocket. “Dad would be so pleased I’m finally using this thing he gave me.”

“A credit card. Of course you’d have one,” Shiro let out a chuckle as he shook his head in utter disbelief.

After they got their suits, they went back to Cabin 13 and Shiro felt like dying. He met Hades a hundred times but he’d be meeting Persephone for the first time and they were having a formal dinner. Shiro hadn’t been in one—ever. Keith explained that they’d be riding Mrs. O’Leary to The Underworld since she could shadow travel all of them with such ease. Plus, Dad’s instructions.

“Holy Hera,” Shiro gasped as soon as they materialized and now he could see the entrance to The Underworld. True to popular belief, the place was… dark. 

“I know,” Keith breathed in, smiling. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Shiro chose not to comment on that since this was Keith’s home, after all. He guessed you really get used to it if you spent so much time in it. They approached the famous Cerberus, the three-headed-honestly-bigger-and-definitely-not-friendlier-looking-than-Mrs-O’Leary dog. They were growling angrily at the intruders, read: THEM. “Holy Sh—”

Keith climbed down the hellhound and approached the gigantic dog—dogs? “Hello, baby boy.” Keith cooed as soon as he was under it. Cerberus immediately dropped the act and just bent down to Keith and started nuzzling him. With three heads? It was entertaining and scary at the same time because it seemed like they were ready to tear each other apart just for Keith to touch them. Shiro never imagined he could relate to a gigantic hellhound. 

“Now, if you’ll just sit aside and let me and my boyfriend pass that’ll be great. We’re kinda running late already for our formal dinner. I promise to play with you soon. I know, I know. I’ve just been so busy. But I will visit next week. I’ll try to get you one of those balls—yes, the black one with the stars.”

As soon as the giant hellhound moved to the side, Keith ran back looking happier. “Cerberus is a giant softie who just needs a playmate.” Keith pointed to himself. “I’m that playmate.” 

Shiro laughed as he pulled Keith up to kiss him on the cheek. “You’re so wonderful, have I told you that?”

Keith was flushed as he punched Shiro on the stomach playfully. “Shut up.”

They made it to Hades’ Palace and this was Shiro’s 100th time dropping his jaw at awe. He saw the different parts of The Underworld (albeit some were disturbing) but this was Shiro’s favourite. It just looked so elegant, totally fitting for a god. 

“I’ll show you my room when we have time,” Keith smiled as he looked at Shiro scanning the place, interlacing their fingers and giving it a squeeze. “Let’s go.”

The doors were opened and a beautiful woman greeted them. Persephone.

“Five seconds late, Keith,” she glared. 

“I’m sorry, we g-got—” Keith stammered.

“I’m just kidding, sweetheart,” Persephone smiled as she pulled in Keith for a kiss and a hug. “I’ve missed you so much, little bat. You need to visit more often. If I didn’t send that dinner invitation you wouldn’t even think of stepping back in here. What got you so busy?” She looked up and glanced at Shiro. “Ah, you must be the son of Zeus.” She smirked then looked at Keith. “What a fine young man. I’m definitely helping out your Dad plan the weddi—”

“We should definitely go to the dining room now!!” Keith interrupted with a voice an octave higher.

A few moments after they were finally eating their dinner in peace when Persephone started to chat and Shiro was sweating nervously despite the cold temperature. “So, son of Zeus, what are your intentions with my son?”

Hades just observed the exchange in amusement, while Keith buried his face on the table, looking so embarrassed. 

“Well, uh…” Shiro was lost for words. The goddess just looked so scary.

“I think Black and Red would be fitting for the colour motif, don’t you think so, my darling?” Persephone turned towards Hades who nodded with a smile.

“Colour motif for what?” Shiro asked dumbly and Keith groaned.

“The wedding of course,” Hades smirked. “Are you telling me you’ve entered a relationship with my son without the intention of marrying him?”

“Dad!!” Keith cried out. “Please can we not??? It’s—”

Shiro’s eyes widened, not quite sure if it was in shock or in fear. “Well, um, uh…” He didn’t know what to say except he just nodded. He glanced at Keith who just stared at him in horror.

Persephone chuckled. “Well, isn’t that adorable, Keith? Your dream since you were 14 years old is coming true.” Then she turned back to Hades who smiled back at her. “It’s going to be grand. We shall spare no expense.” 

Shiro had thought of possible outcomes upon agreeing to have dinner with Keith’s godly parents in The Underworld, but never did he imagine he’d come out engaged to his long time best friend.

anonymous asked:

okay but 2 year old twins going to the door when they hear Harry arrives would be super cute

Dinner is cooking in the kitchen, under the watchful eye of the missus and Persephone, close to being finished and almost ready to be dished up, when Harry stumbles through the door after a long day. Dropping his bag down to the floor with a heavy huff and kicking off his boots haphazardly, being greeted by his darling 2-year old twins toddling towards him and cuddling into his legs, dressed in just their nappies with grins on their faces and hair pulled back into loose ponytails. 


“Hello, double trouble. Have you been drivin’ mummy mad today?” He chuckles, crouching down and wrapping each arm around them and hoisting them up onto his hips, “have you had fun with mummy today, yeah? Did you help her with her work?”

“Painted, daddy!” Darcy grins, clapping her hands as Harry smiles.

“You painted, did you? What did you paint?” He hums, taking gentle steps into the living room and further into the kitchen where his eldest child and his wife are stood at the counter. The missus passing plates towards Persephone as she set them upon the counter, “hello. I’m here. Something smells good.” 

“Daddy!” Persephone cries out, hopping down from the chair she was stood upon and rushed over towards him, wrapping her arms around his waist, “Daddy! Guess what we learnt at school today!”

“What’s that?”

“Daddy, we learnt about Ancient Greece in History and they had my name in it! In a story we read, they had my name!” She squeals excitedly, giggling when he chuckles out and manages to stumble across the kitchen to set his twins in their high-chairs, his eldest daughter unravelling her arms from around his waist and climbing in the chair that resides beside Harry’s, “it was so good, daddy!”

“That sounds great, Poppet. Did you have fun at school? Where’s your brother?”

“Alfie’s gone through to Olivia’s for the evening for some pizza and cakes. I’m going to get him in an hour,” the missus smiled, as she brought small plates over for Darcy and Rose, setting them down on their high-chair tables, “just us 5 tonight. I made us some veggie risotto.” xx

Greek God Talk Show
  • Demeter: All I'm saying is, no more pomegranates.
  • Persephone: You can't blame the fruit!
  • Demeter: I can blame whomever I want!
  • Athena: Technically the fruit isn't responsible...
  • Persephone and Demeter: Stay out of this.
  • Persephone: Does that mean you don't blame Hades anymore?
  • Demeter: *scoffs* No, it's still his fault. I mean, he kidnapped you.
  • Persephone: For the last time, no, he didn't.
  • [Meanwhile]
  • Hestia: If this is what visits look like for you guys, I feel bad for you.
  • Hades: It's okay. I usually have Dionysus bring me the really strong stuff right before she visits. Anyways, how long do you think it'll be til Persephone decks her this time?
  • Hestia: I give it less than 5 minutes.
  • [Off to the side]
  • Hermes: Technically isn't it Zeus's fault since if he never you know did the thing with Demeter then Persephone would have never been?
  • Hera: Actually, yeah, good point. Zeus! (glares) Indirectly you're responsible, you should take the blame.

your voice is a thread of scarlet
pulling me closer to my destiny
when our lips connect and the universe restarts 

for I have been marked by your touch since the moment we met
and everyone who meets me can see your echoes
the way they provide light to my shadows

I would find you through the armies of the stars
I would search for you among the dead
for nothing can keep you from me, and nothing can keep me from you

—  Seal Upon My Heart by Abby S

One summer she goes into the field as usual
stopping for a bit at the pool where she often
looks at herself, to see
if she detects any changes. She sees
the same person, the horrible mantle
of daughterliness still clinging to her.

The girl who disappears from the pool
will never return. A woman will return,
looking for the girl she was.

All the different nouns—
she says them in rotation.
Death, husband, god, stranger.
Everything sounds so simple, so conventional.
I must have been, she thinks, a simple girl.

She can’t remember herself as that person
but she keeps thinking the pool will remember
and explain to her the meaning of her prayer
so she can understand
whether it was answered or not.

—  Louise Glück, ‘The Myth of Innocence’ from Averno

So this has been on my mind since I saw the film yesterday. I don’t know if there will be more or not, but I like this AU.

Steve closes his eyes and pulls the trigger. He felt the fire at his back and -
He was cold. He opened his eyes.

“Hello,” the woman in front of him smiled. Though she didn’t look like Diana, she reminded him of his Princess.

She had a crown of lilies, ivy, and lavender. A dour man stood on one side of her looking vaguely interested, while a grinning older woman stood on her other side, the firelight making the streaks of grey seem to shine.

A boney hand squeezed his shoulder and glanced back to see a tall thin figure at his back and behind them a hunched, cloaked man at the edge of a river.

“Steven Trevor of the United States Military?” the woman asked, her voice soft but strong.

“Uh, yes ma'am,” Steve blinked at her, swallowing.

The last time he had felt so out of his element had ended up with him meeting the love of his life, his Goddess of Love, Truth, and Justice.

“Please, you are my sister-niece’s love. Call me Persephone. This is my husband and Diana’s Uncle Hades. The woman next to me is Hecate. Behind you at the River is Charon, and Thanatos is the one who accompanied you here.”

“All do respect ma'am”


“Persephone, where is here?”

“Hades, the Underworld,” the man Hades answered.

“ThE aFtErLiFe StEvE tReVoR,” Thanatos supplied, “yOu ArE dEaD.”

Steve swallowed.

“Alright. I doubt that most folks get to meet all of you,” he looked at them.

Hecate crackled, “The girl’s chosen well!”

“Auntie,” Hades sighed, rolling his eyes and suddenly he didn’t seem as unapproachable.

“What? It’s true, the boy’s cute and has some brains,” Hecate smirked at Steve.

Steve smiled back at her politely, “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“No,” Persephone looked at him, “It doesn’t. Normally one such as yourself would be sent directly to the Elysian Fields, but you are Loved by the youngest of the Gods, and the strongest.”

“You’re talking about Diana,” Steve said.

“yOu ArE cOrReCt, StEvE tReVoR,” Thanatos intoned.

“Walk with us, Steve Trevor,” Persephone turned and began to walk away, Hades taking her arm.

Hecate slipped her arm into Steve’s arm with a grin and all but forced him to follow the couple. Behind him he heard Thanatos call Charon’s name and the sound of cloth moving. A glance behind showed that Thanatos was escorting Charon.

“Steve Trevor, most mortals and God relationships end in heartbreak and tragedy. By rights this is what should happen to you and Diana.”

Steve made a wounded noise.

“Peace, Steve Trevor,” Hades looked over his shoulder and gave a slight smile, “We cannot leave our Realm for long, except for my wife. And yet her power wanes when she leaves.”

“I could not defeat my brother, and he would show no mercy. He had, at that point, already killed his lover. As much as I hated it, my duty to our Realm had a higher importance than ending my traitorous brother. Diana has done us all a great boon,” Persephone added.

“As such,” Hecate squeezed his arm, “We have a proposal for you.”

“What?” Steve asked bewildered.

“wE WiSh FoR yOu To JoIn OuR nUmBeR,” Thanatos said, “hEcAtE hAs A wAy.”

“You would be a minor god, but there are so few of us that it doesn’t matter,” Hecate continued, “But it must be something that is near. That leaves only what is in Hades. And most has already been claimed.”

“I have a feeling that you already have something in mind?” Steve asked dryly, looking at Persephone.

The Queen said nothing, instead pulling back a curtain of ivy to show what had to be Heaven, if Heaven was a field.

“This, Steve Trevor, is the Elysian Fields,” she said, “It is where the Heroes go upon their deaths. I would put you as it’s Guardian. Of course you would have a Shade to aid you.”

Steve gapped at her.

“I,” he swallowed, “Could that be General Antiope? She was an Amazon and would understand how this place should be run.”

“YoU wOuLd KnOw StEvE tReVoR,” Thanatos sounded curious, “iT wOuLd Be YoUr DoMaIn.”

“Still,” Steve said.

They all smiled at him.

Birthday Boy.


Just a very, very small something based on New Daddy Harry and his little family on his birthday for his big birthday today. 

Enjoy. xx

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