Water Goddess Charge

I Am the Goddess of Water

Prayer for Aphrodite

I am the keeper of the Sacred Cauldron, Goddess of rebirth and renewal.

I am the giver of life and the bringer of fertility to the fields of men.

I am the soul of beauty, the whisper of love, the glimmer of truth.

Call upon me, and feel; reach for me, and love; explore me, and live.

Look into my depths, for you will see yourself reflected back at you. What you see may please you, or it may frighten you, for I am the Goddess of all that is hidden within.

Okay but imagine a punk Aphrodite, all tight, black leather jeans, white jack Daniels shirt and leather jacket with pastel pink hair flowing down her back.


Activist Artemis running a shelter for abused women, contacting her sister Athena for support with legal battles.

Hera running a boarding school for young girls, teaching them everything from economics to ancient literature.

Demeter running a success agriculture company with a daughter who ran away to be with a tattooed, young Hades

I’d love to watch a tv show about the Greek gods. Not a documentary, but a legitimate television show with plot-line and character development as they portrayed every classic myth side-by-side the ones we hardly know of. And maybe with a few jokes here and there, so I could tune in every Tuesday to watch Zeus destroy the world with his penis and all of the other god’s flipping out trying to save it.

So a Greek mythology headcanon where Aphrodite can appear either male or female, and she looks like a really fucking sexy guy to gay dudes because that’s who they find attractive
And some Greek bro is out with his buddies when she shows up and he’s all “Wow look at how ripped this dude is no homo” and his buddies are all “What the fuck man that’s a beautiful lady” and that’s how he finds out he’s hella gay

 Modern Mythology: Aphrodite

“I like people too much or not at all. I’ve got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.”

A modern Aphrodite who knows the language of the sea, her blood moves with the tides, and the bat of her eye will keep mortals and gods in her clutches like waves, all return to her despite the hurricanes under her skin. One glance at the curve of her lips, and you have already drowned, and you will still thank her for the ruin she has set upon you. She is known throughout this world, by the sea and the wind, by her kaleidoscope eyes and dimpled chin, and her touch has more power than intoxication, for her beauty reaches into her bones. Her whispers reveal all types of love, if it can only be felt in certain ways, and all are as divine as the blood in her veins, and that there is no shame love and that true beauty isn’t defined by the color of their lips. Her footprints mark abortion clinics and adoption agencies, her gentle touch felt in doctor’s offices and courts, her arm wraps around those in alleyways and sidewalks, reminding others that they should not be afraid to love again, and to refuse bruises and tears that claim to be in its name, and if one doesn’t know love, she will whisper what they deserve, let it be a soft grin or laughter that shakes each of their bones, or someone to simply spread their fingers through the gaps in their own. 

It really bugs me that children of Aphrodite are always written off as being weak. They have the potential to be the strongest, most terrifying demigods. Piper’s charmspeak was strong enough to bring Jason back to life, that is one hell of skill. Take it in reverse, a child of Aphrodite might only have to walk up to you and ask, very polity, for your heart to just stop beating. And it would.

Nyx likes to compare Aphrodite to the stars. Ever since she first saw her at The Styx, light jacket pulled tight to protect herself from the cold, silver around her eyes, hand clasped in Persephone’s as she is guided through the crowd, Nyx has been in awe of her. It is months later, and the stars are especially bright from the rooftop of Nyx’s apartment, when three, wondrous words spill from Aphrodite’s lips. Nyx responds by tracing constellations over her skin and pointing to the galaxies as she whispers in her ear. Aphrodite laughs, a twinkling laughter, until she realizes the honesty in Nyx’s words. She turns onto her side, eyes dark and glistening with tears. “If I am the stars,” she says, “then you are the night.” 

AESTHETIC PUNK MYTHS 2/3 Pairings [insp.] 

The Love We Deserve

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Piper and Aphrodite

PJO/HoO

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It was just supposed to be a quick sketch and it just suddenly turned into more. I’ve been procrastinating this for such a long time and ugh…. And I think it’s too happy for the quote but I dunnnoooo

Aphrodite: “We accept the love we think we deserve.”


It’s from the incorrectpjoquotes blog, because yeah…