greek heritage

Dark god AU Part 1

Lincoln couldn’t believe his facking eyes.

Like a scene straight out of a movie, the moment he was summoned, the world seemed to get darker. They were just standing on a rocky cliff, the sun high above them as gentle ocean waves crashed against the rocky shore below. Now, grey and heavy storm clouds rolled out of nowhere and blanketed the sky, hiding the sun and threatening to send a cascade of rain atop their heads. The once gentle ocean now churned and crashed against the cliff side so hard, Lincoln was sure that it was trying to bring the entire rock face and them with it down to the bottom of the sea. Somewhere along the sea horizon, thunder rolled.

And there he was. Standing tall and menacing before them, surrounded by a thick, neon green mist that circled around his calves. His eyes piercing the dark like two cursed emeralds, dangerous and threatening, and even though all his instincts told him to look away and bolt like a wee barra into his mother’s skirts, Lincoln couldn’t help but stare back into them.

He was staring into the eyes of a god. The god. The god he had been warned to never be in contact with. The god that had more rumors spread about him than legends. The god that even the other gods, his own father included, never talked about.

The god that had been lost for generations, was standing right before his very eyes. Glowing, practically overflowing with unused ancient energy that seemed to course and surge around him like green venomous lightning.

All because some fourteen year old girl called him a Seaweed Brain.

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par for the course

a birthday present for @percyyoulittleshit……. it seemed fitting to honor your birthday with this because the line between percabeth smut and percabeth fluff is like your favorite thing in the world and also this is like 90% of what we talk about so ;) it’s finally done, i hope it lives up to the hype! love you bab, hope your day was great xx

“There’s…” Annabeth breathes, trailing off. Her voice sounds strangled and awkward, even to herself. “There’s so many.”

She kind of wishes she could look away, but there’s nowhere else to look, because there’s an the elderly lady in the aisle next to them looking for soap who keeps scoffing at them and shooting them scandalized looks, and she’s also fairly certain that if she spares a glance at Percy, she’ll spontaneously combust from mortification and all that will be left of her is a sizzling pile of ashes on the floor.

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Requested by anon

You were a young goddess - a really young goddess compared to the rest of your family. You of course looked your age, acted your age, did everything people your age do; except one thing. You preferred a simple chiton, though you did sport a golden laurel wreath a top your head but that was just because your father gave it to you after your first completed quest for Camp Half-Blood. You were more of a camper instead of the other way around and while you should have felt at home here, you often wished you were back on Mt. Olympus. Gods know you’d prefer a drunk Apollo over the teasing taunts of your fellow campers.

Well, okay, no - you would much rather be here than listen to Apollo try to come up with a poem that revolves around oranges. You shuddered at the memory of that party. He resorted to making up words and then somehow managed to drag you into it. 

You headed to the stables, ignoring the stares from the Aphrodite campers. Honestly, you didn’t like the attention, you just liked feeling closer to your Greek heritage than others. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you weren’t a demigod, you were a full-fledged god. You were immortal, you could look as young or old as you wanted, and maybe that’s one of the other reasons many campers here didn’t like you. Or, you know, you just didn’t catch up with modern times and instead of donning a Camp Half-Blood orange shirt, you opted for a band around you arm with Camp Half-Blood’s symbol decorated across it.

“Why do you dress like that again?” one of the Aphrodite campers asked and you took a glance over towards them to see them almost forming a circle around you. You took a step back.

“I like feeling close to heritage,” was your simple answer and one of them gestured to your Pegasus.

“Isn’t that close enough?”

“To some, yes. To others, it’s a piece. The Greeks go back years and years and I like the touch of some of the ancient parts.” 

“Okay, look. Wearing that makes you stand out here and we just want to help. We can tweak your look a bit, play around with it, you know? Just trust us on this,” one said and you turned and made a bee line towards your Pegasus’ stable. No offense to Aphrodite, but you really didn’t feel like having her children ‘tweak’ your attire.

“Everyone’s different and (Y/N) here prefers it that way. So leave her alone before I really have to interfere,” Luke said as he waled up to you and the group. You smiled in thanks towards him as the circle dispersed, knowing not to mess with the head of the Hermes Cabin.

“Thanks, Luke,” you muttered and you sent you a small smile.

“No problem, (Y/N). I do admire your patience with them, though. Gods know I wouldn’t have it.” You laughed quietly and then wrapped your arms around him.

“I only have patience because of you.”

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royal meme | monarchs 3/10

Kleopatra Selene II was born in late 40 BCE, the daughter of Kleopatra VII, the Macedonian Greek queen of Ptolemaic Egypt, and Mark Antony, triumvir of Rome.

“For the first ten years of her life Selene had been raised in Egypt as an Egyptian princess at an Egyptian court; the fact that her father was a Roman citizen, former consul and triumvir was virtually irrelevant at this stage of her life. However, once both of her parents were dead and Egypt had ceased to exist as an independent kingdom, the question of  what to do with Selene and her brothers needed to be answered. In the absence of any surviving relatives, responsibility for them passed to Octavian and he in turn passed it to Octavia. The children lived in Octavia’s house on the Palatine Hill…Augustus had gradually accumulated a collection of royal children…one of the latter was Gaius Julius Juba, the son of King Juba of Numidia (modern-day Algeria, Tunisia and Libya), who had committed suicide in 46 BCE after being defeated by Caesar at the Battle of Thapsus. Only a baby at the time, Juba had been taken back to Rome by Caesar and exhibited in the African section of his quadruple triumph. He had subsequently been raised in Caesar’s household until the dictator’s assassination in 44 BCE when custody of the child seems to have passed to Octavian and Octavia. Juba was awarded Roman citizenship and spent his childhood and adolescence in Rome during which time he was given a Roman education and encouraged in intellectual pursuits, which led to him writing scholarly treatises on a range of subjects. Although Octavia had herself been unlucky in love,she was apparently something of a matchmaker. In 25 BCE she was instrumental in arranging a marriage between Selene and Juba.

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Beautiful Greek Island of Syros in Aegean sea.

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ancient history meme | women ( 2/7)

“A brave young woman who has always fought for what was right even when it was unpopular”. – Michelle Moran, ‘Cleopatra’s Daughter’

Kleopatra Selene II was born in late 40 BCE, the daughter of Kleopatra VII, the Macedonian Greek queen of Ptolemaic Egypt, and Mark Antony, triumvir of Rome. 

“For the first ten years of her life Selene had been raised in Egypt as an Egyptian princess at an Egyptian court; the fact that her father was a Roman citizen, former consul and triumvir was virtually irrelevant at this stage of her life. However, once both of her parents were dead and Egypt had ceased to exist as an independent kingdom, the question of  what to do with Selene and her brothers needed to be answered. In the absence of any surviving relatives, responsibility for them passed to Octavian and he in turn passed it to Octavia. The children lived in Octavia’s house on the Palatine Hill…Augustus had gradually accumulated a collection of royal children…one of the latter was Gaius Julius Juba, the son of King Juba of Numidia (modern-day Algeria, Tunisia and Libya), who had committed suicide in 46 BCE after being defeated by Caesar at the Battle of Thapsus. Only a baby at the time, Juba had been taken back to Rome by Caesar and exhibited in the African section of his quadruple triumph. He had subsequently been raised in Caesar’s household until the dictator’s assassination in 44 BCE when custody of the child seems to have passed to Octavian and Octavia. Juba was awarded Roman citizenship and spent his childhood and adolescence in Rome during which time he was given a Roman education and encouraged in intellectual pursuits, which led to him writing scholarly treatises on a range of subjects. Although Octavia had herself been unlucky in love,she was apparently something of a matchmaker. In 25 BCE she was instrumental in arranging a marriage between Selene and Juba.

The young couple had had their lives turned upside down as a result of the actions of their parents. Once they arrived in Mauretania they were free to make their own decisions, accountable to no one, except possibly Augustus. They had much to do: the new kingdom of Mauretania was a vast territory, encompassing modern-day Algeria and Morocco, rather than modern-day Mauritania… [Selene] possessed enough prestige to rule alongside her husband as a queen in her own right and consistently referred to her Greek and Ptolemaic heritage on the coins she issued in her own name as well as those she issued in conjunction with Juba. Their new kingdom was in serious need of modernisation, so they refounded [the capital] Iol as Caesarea in honour of their benefactor Augustus. They filled Caesarea with grandiose buildings inspired by those of Rome and also of Alexandria. These included a lighthouse in the style of the Alexandrian Pharos, set up on an island in the harbour, a royal palace situated on the seafront and numerous temples to Roman and Egyptian deities. Their royal court attracted scholars and artists from across the Roman Empire and became a cosmopolitan fusion of Greek, Roman and Egyptian culture. The couple ruled Mauretania for almost two decades, until Selene’s early death at the age of 35. Judging from a second commemorative epigram written by Crinagoras of Mytilene, her death seems to have coincided with a lunar eclipse, which would place it on or around March 23rd, 5 BCE.”  - Jane Draycoff

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Greek Shepherds & their families from the region of Epirus Northwestern Greece.

Photos taken by the famous greek photographer Kostas Mpalafas (Pictured below, he was from Epirus himself and is one of the modern Epirotans who have fought through their work for Greek nation and has supported Independency of North Epirus) who died a few years ago. Mpalafas during WW2 was a partisan and he exchanged a gun he owned with a Canon camera from a dead german soldier. During WW2 he fought for Greece and the Greek Resistance and took photos of the atrocities and killings that took place in Epirus.Most of the photo sessions where very dangerous. After the end of war he travelled all around Greece in order to capture the majesty and diversity of the greek - hellenic people and their traditions. Even though his photos mostly from Epirus and also Karpathos island grew very famous he never got money from publishing the photos as he gave them to the publication company for free, because as he said he considered his photos part of the Greek history and culture and wants  Greek children and Greek people to know the truth about their  history,past and also about their legacy. He died at 92 after surviving a war, atrocities and hardships but also a beautiful lifetime with his big family. Kostas Mpalafas was known for his humbleness,creativity, courage and unending hope. 


idk how much this means to anyone but!!!!!! stop assuming the amazons have to be white! Being Greek doesn’t automatically mean you’re white! it’s the same inaccurate line of thinking that “American =white” or “European = white” indefinitely. My family is roma/Greek and I grew up going to Greek school and church and hanging out with kids who were Greek but were also Asian, Latinx and Black. and anyways the “blue eyes and blonde hair” trope that you see as Greeks in all the movies isn’t even really accurate?? There’s plenty of Greeks that have Turkish heritage too after years of interaction between the two!

 So basically: if people want to see themselves in the Amazons or cast diverse women in these roles let them!!!! there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s more reflective of how the country actually is today.

anonymous asked:

isn't greek more like your heritage language and not native one?

That is correct but I’ve studied it enough again that my abilities are fluent/native-like.

I spent a lot of time with my distant relatives who didn’t forget Greek like me and my mother did, and they’ve helped me a lot with retaining and getting better at the language. I’m a lot more confident with calling it my native language than I was a few years ago, and it helps me feel more connected to my culture and religion to be able to call it my native - because it was. Greek is my first language, with English being a close second. :)

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Ancient Greek and Byzantine heritage of Crimea

1. Ruins of a fortified Ancient Greek farmhouse. (Heracleian Peninsula, Crimea)

2-3. Ruins of the Byzantine Church in Chersonesos (Sevastopol, Crimea)

4. Artificial caves under the Rock of Ay Todor are remnants of a small Greek monastery of the Byzantine times. (Çilter Qoba, Crimea)

5. Ruins of an Ancient Greek household. (Bel Avuz, Crimea)

6. Ruins of a tower built in the 2nd century B. C. by Mithridates VI Eupator, King of Pontus.(Qara Töbe, Crimea, Ukraine)

7. General View on Chersonesos (Sevastopol, Crimea)

8. Ruins of Cymmericum, an ancient fortress on the top of Mt Opuq, recall the times when the whole country was known to the Ancient Greeks as Cymmeria, the land of the mysterious barbarians at the very edge of then known world. (Mt Opuq, Crimea)

9. Ruins of the watchtower of an Ancient Greek household, one of the dozens scattered around the modern city of Sevastopol. Greek settlers fortified their coastal homesteads against the Scythians living on the neighboring plains. (Sevastopol, Crimea)

10. A rounded niche carved in solid rock was originally an ancient wine-press used by the locals some two thousand years ago. Subsequent climate changes have made it impossible to grow grapes in this barren landscape. (Cymmericum Ancient Settlement, Mt Opuq, Crimea)

by Oleksa Haiworonski

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More pics of Ori! I love her as much as Seiki. She’s of Irish, Greek, and Israeli heritage.

I do wish her upper eyelids didn’t droop so much in a lot of cut scenes, it makes her look half asleep. I noticed it happened to characters like 3 patches ago.

Also she’s wearing the Blasto shirt during first contact because she had been practicing her yoga in her room when they ran into the Archon and she totally forgot she was wearing it since everything happened so fast.

She was mortified when she realized afterward. Her embarrassment sort of endeared Jaal to her because it was such an honest reaction.