Greek Pantheon Asks
  • Aphrodite: What do you love most about yourself?
  • Apollo: Do you have any talents?
  • Ares: What small thing makes you angry?
  • Artemis: What are you hunting for in life?
  • Athena: What is/was your best school subject?
  • Demeter: Do you miss anyone?
  • Dionysus: Do you drink alcohol? If so, what's your beverage of choice?
  • Eros: How do you define your sexuality?
  • Gaia: Where's your favorite place in the world?
  • Hades: Have you ever had a near-death experience?
  • Hecate: What do you think of magic?
  • Helios: Do you sunburn easily?
  • Hephaestus: What's the coolest thing you've ever made or built?
  • Hera: Are you the jealous type?
  • Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything?
  • Hestia: Where's your home away from home?
  • Hyperion: Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?
  • Hypnos: What was your most recent dream about?
  • Iris: What's your favorite color palate?
  • Kronos: What's the stupidest thing you've ever eaten?
  • Nemesis: What's a time you helped deliver justice?
  • Nike: What's your most recent accomplishment?
  • Nyx: What's your favorite nighttime activity?
  • Pan: What do you do for fun?
  • Persephone: What's your favorite season of the year?
  • Poseidon: What's your favorite sea creature?
  • Rhea: What's your favorite type of nature?
  • Selene: What's your favorite phase of the moon?
  • Tartarus: What's your personal hell?
  • Thanatos: Is there anyone you just really, really hate?
  • Uranus: What are your zodiac signs?
  • Zeus: What do you think about thunderstorms?

‘The old gods are dead’ they tell you.

You smile and nod and wipe out another glass. Your eyes dart to the old man in the corner booth. You never see him come, but you always see him leave. Each night a new young lover on his arm.

You pretend not to see his wife watching with jealousy blazing in her eyes and peacock feathers printed on her dress. Her sharpened nails tap, tap, tapping a beat you can hear over the din.

'If they were still around, where are they?’ They continue with a wild wave of their arm. The man next to them looks up and grins and raises his glass at you in a toast and buys them another round. It’s only after he’s turned away you realize his teeth were too sharp and that the glint in his eye was something more than delight.

On the stage a young man sings. He’s there every night with his golden guitar and his golden skin and his golden hair. He sings of love and loss and boys who fly too high, only to fall. You know the song, he plays it almost every night.

His sister stands in the corner, watching, on edge. You keep half an eye on her. She seems constantly in motion yet when you focus, she is still. Last week she broke a man’s arm. You never saw her move.

'The old gods are dead.’ They say with finality.

You look around the room and meet old and tired eyes in hungry faces.

'Maybe,’ you begin and pause as the room seems to go quiet, holding its breath. 'Maybe you aren’t looking hard enough.’

-gods never die

Persephone: Roses are red, violets are blue…sunflowers are yellow…tulips come in all kinds of colors…daffodils are also yellow.
Apollo: Was that supposed to be a poem?
Persephone: No, I just like flowers.

imagine a modern Artemis, her clothes smudged with dirt and blood.  Hair the color of deep earth, intertwined with bones and leaves.  She isn’t pretty.  She doesn’t have to be.  She’s beautiful, terrifying, and doesn’t care what you think.

Imagine a modern Artemis who gave up her bow a century ago.  She carries guns now.  Two strapped to her side, another across her back.  Her forests are various battlefields.  She fights side by side with the female soldiers.  War is her sister’s domain, but Athena doesn’t mind.  

Imagine a modern Artemis running an animal shelter.  She protects all sort of beasts.  Her workers are all women that she found:  abused, homeless, alone.  She protects them now - she teaches them how to protect themselves.  They call themselves the huntresses. 

Imagine a modern Artemis walking in hand in hand with her brother.  They walk through LGBT youth centers.  They walk the streets in search of runaway youths.  Artemis stops to talk to trans youths, young lesbians, and bisexual girls.  “You are valid,” She says, “you are worthy.” 

Imagine a modern Artemis, walking by the full moon’s light.  She sees a man attempt to force himself on a young girl.  She readies her gun and fires.  It hits him in the stomach; he’ll die slowly.  She smiles to herself as the girl escapes.  

In the old days, Artemis used to hunt legendary beasts.  Now She kills a different kind of monster. 

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all your gods are teenage girls:  persephone, goddess of spring and queen of the underworld

Modern Greek Mythology

 Hestia comforts the children of broken homes, she appears to them as a school councilor that always has cookies. They cry in her arms, and she lets them stay with her for as long as she can. She stopped calling home, stopped making strongly worded comments to the parents. All there is left are broken homes and suffering children.

 Hera sits next to her sister, holds her hand and thinks about the broken marriages that lead to broken homes. She listens to the couples yelling at each other while she walks on the streets. She holds the crying women, she listens to the hopeless men. All of the power that a goddess of marriage possesses cannot help the people who were betrayed by their closest ones.

 After a long day, Demeter sits on the ground in her garden, holds a cup of tea in hands that have dirt all over them. She wishes that more people would remember what is under all of the concrete. She feels the dying of her world, and curses those who do not care for it.

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But imagine Hades, the God of the underworld, the mighty and powerful seated on a throne of skulls handing out punishment to sinners cowering in front of his dark and fearsome aura and suddenly Persephone skips in the room, humming a bright tune, twirling in her pretty colourful dress and she skips to Hades and places a flower crown on his head and Hades is like ‘Honey, I’m trying to do my job here.’ or 'I have an image to maintain, I’m the God of Underworld!’ and Persephone just smiled cutely at him and pecks his cheek and Hades just kinda sighs because he’s so whipped by his little sunshine but it’s just so hard.